#WHATEVER ELSE WAS IN STEP TOO DURING THE ONE WAKE-UP SCENE????

[thecryptidenthusiast]

Read through the revelations demo in it’s entirety and I’m ready to start chewing on walls

#I don’t have anybody to scream with abt all this so I’m just vibrating #pulled up the code because I didn’t feel like clicking through repeatedly #but the PUPPET?? HELLO????? #(spoilers beyond this tag) #WHATEVER ELSE WAS IN STEP TOO DURING THE ONE WAKE-UP SCENE???? #THE ‘SHINT 10%’ FLAG????? #like that’s sentinel right? that’s all that makes sense #the variations in the void dream end choices depending on the puppet imposter??? #the implications of the ‘badhg’ and ‘badimposter’ breakouts are Alarming and Scary #I’m losing my mind #Also I would die for Armadillo #I hope we get to meet them beyond just the hospital breakout #fhr spoilers

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ Movie Date Time!

tags: gender neutral reader, only fluff, movie date!, itadori infodumps at you and you fall in love with him bc duh, who wouldnt?

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i struggled on this lowkey bc i've never written confessions before, also why is there no lore for the human earthworm series cries

⋆｡˚ ♡ You yawned to yourself as you blearily blinked your eyes open, wiping your mouth of a stray drop of drool that had escaped during the night as you slowly started to register your surroundings. Your pillows underneath your head, the sunlight creeping through your curtains onto your face, and a strange…buzzing sound? Did a bee get in through your window?

The buzzing didn’t seem to end as you listened, the noise fading in and out of existence and bringing you out of your sleepy phase with how incessant it was. Whatever bee this was better have a death wish, because you were smacking around your bed for something to swat at it when it continued buzzing, growing louder now that you were fully conscious. Your hands, while fishing through your sheets, came to clasp around your phone, feeling it buzz loudly in your palm. Oh. That’s what it was. You swiped open your lockscreen to see the incoming call icon, ringing in time with your phone buzzing. You hit accept and held it up to your ear, croaking out a “Hello..?” before being met with the familiar, loud voice of Itadori on the other line. You whined as you heard Itadori greet you enthusiastically. “Sorry, did you just wake up?” He said, his voice softening up while you heard him chuckle nervously after you gave a sleepy ‘mhm’ in reply. “Wellll, I wanted to ask if you mayybbbee wanted to come to the movies with me! I’ll pay for your ticket, too! Well, I..have an extra ticket already, I mean..” You stretched your arms out as you listened to him, nodding at first before letting out another ‘mhm’ in agreement. “You will?? Great! I’ll come and pick you up, don’t worry about getting here.” You gave him a quiet ‘bye’ before he hung up the phone, leaving you to flop back down against your pillows and grumble. It was the weekend, so you’d planned on just sleeping in until mid afternoon at the earliest, but unfortunately life had other plans for you. And you couldn’t just deny Itadori, he was so sweet and earnest that you truly had no choice but to go with him. To the movies. Oh no.

You’d agreed to going with him before you could even realize what he was asking of you, sighing as you predicted exactly what kind of movie was in store for you. Itadori was, for lack of a better term, a film nut. The only issue with that is he seemed to find the strangest series to latch onto and gush over, with his newest love being a series called ‘Human Earthworm’. You gave it the benefit of the doubt, despite some of the scenes being too gorey for your taste, but Itadori was hooked from day one. 

You’d heard that another sequel was going to be released soon, as well, so you were certain that that’s what awaited you in the theaters. Well, you weren’t going to back out of this so quickly, especially when you had nothing else to do today. Yes, maybe the series was very clearly being milked for content, and yes, maybe a part 4 to something that should’ve ended a while ago won’t be the best film ever, but if Itadori liked it then who were you to not give it a try?

…Now, what to wear?

~☆.｡.*

”Coming!!” You yelled to the doorbell ringing, hurrying to hop your foot into your shoe as you raced to open the door. You swung the heavy wood open to reveal a smiling Itadori on the other side, decked in more Human Earthworm merch than you thought even existed. You now laughed at your original worry that your outfit would stand out too harshly while going out, stepping out of your doorway while patting your pockets down for your essentials. 

“Your shoe’s untied.” Itadori pointed out, making you huff and look to the side in annoyance. “You got here way earlier than I expected, don't blame m-” A light movement against your foot made you stop yourself, taking a glance downwards to observe what was happening. “Eh?”

Itadori was…tying your shoe for you? You blinked a few times in surprise, allowing him to finish the loop and pop back up to face you. “Alright, now we're all good. Ready to go?” You paused in replying to him, the small, almost unnoticeable kind act making you feel much more sheepish. “Y….yeah, let's go. Thank you.” 

Itadori beamed at your thanks, patting your arm gently. “No problem! You're gonna need it anyways, we're walking there.” You groaned loudly at his words, tossing your head back dramatically before snapping it back towards him. “Wait, so you *walked* here that quickly??” Itadori turned his head to the side in confusion, nodding. You, once again, fell into a contemplative silence before shrugging and ushering him to follow you towards the theater. You should’ve worn something lighter..

~☆.｡.*

You flopped down onto a nearby bench, sighing loudly in relief when you glanced and saw the movie theater to your left. While it’s nice having a friend like Itadori, you really wish he’d cut you some slack with physical labor like this. You heard a soft shuffle next to you as Itadori sat beside you, holding up a bottle of water. “Sorry, we could’ve just taken the bus here. But hey! You did it! Good job!” He beamed at you, patting your shoulder while you nodded and chugged the cold water out of its plastic container. After a few seconds, you gasped at the lack of air from your chugging, handing the bottle back to Itadori and thanking him. 

You’d thankfully caught your breath after another moment or two, looking over to Itadori who was calmly placing the near empty bottle of water back into his bag. You could almost catch glances of the many magazines he had hidden near the bottom, the comic-book like styling of the title and the huge worms infesting the page telling you all you needed to know about what it was. 

“Hey, Itadori-kun?” You cut through the silence building between you two, a realization coming to you. Itadori turned his head to meet your eyes, waiting for you to continue. “I…didn’t watch the last two movies. I don’t even think I can remember the first one, actually.. So, can you fill me in on what’s happened?” You swore you could see fireworks popping off in his eyes when you asked that, a wide smile making its way back onto Itadori’s face as he wasted no time with beginning the summary of the series so far.

“It’s no problem if you just start from the 4th movie, i think, but the first three really set up the world around the protagonists, and they let you see into the mindset of Dr. Richter! Oh- that’s the evil doctor who turns the people into earthworms, but did you know that’s not what he wanted to do at first?? He actually started by researching whether you could do DNA transplants between earthworms and other animals because of a worm's ability to regenerate their limbs!” 

Despite him speaking a mile a minute, you nodded along and tried to soak in as much information as you could, smiling a bit when Itadori started using his hands to help explain the plot. His eyes gleamed, the sun catching at the ring of his iris and bringing out the hues and colors of them wonderfully. Brown, with hints of red near the outer edges, the circular glint in his eyes turning a pale yellow to highlight his irises. 

His voice was so warm, too, so full of life and energy as he masterfully wove through the story he was building up. You were impressed that he hadn’t once stumbled over his words through this, too, with him even taking pauses after a change or advancement in the plot to make sure you were still with him. You nodded, but truthfully you’d gotten a little lost in how he looked while he spoke to you, occasionally grabbing and squeezing your hands when he got too excited before pulling back and clenching his fists to contain himself.

’I wonder…’ You thought to yourself, pausing before reaching your hand out to cover his clasped ones. He didn’t seem to pay it any mind, by now moving on to the second movie’s synopsis. You remembered he mentioned that this installment was his favorite, so you leaned in and nodded along while you listened to him. His hand, while he seemed to not notice you half holding it, didn’t move from its position on his lap, staying snug and still underneath your own. 

“So, I know this is the gore-iest one, but the message it sends is so amazing! It shows how far someone will go to get praise and approval, even if it destroys them, and I think that’s a really important thing to show to an audience. What do you think about it?” He asked, smiling and looking back up at you to await your answer. You noticed him panting lightly as he stopped talking, smiling fondly and rubbing his hand with your own while he looked at you earnestly.

He was so… Cute. So excitable and open and eager to be with you, while still being helpful wherever he could apply himself. Silly, strong, brave to a fault, all wrapped together with pink hair and a big hoodie. Would it really be a stretch to say that you loved all those things about him? You did love seeing how quickly he’d adapted and grew ever since coming to Jujutsu High, and you loved being able to grow with him with your technique and your abilities. So, of course you’d love what Itadori has become, every detail of it.

And he was asking you something, right? You should’ve answered by now, come on, don’t be rude.

“I love you”

.

That wasn’t what you meant to say

Oh no.

Itadori’s smile faltered slightly as your words met his ears, mumbling a “Huh?” before his ears began to look pinker by the second. “You- Wait what?” You, unfortunately, were frozen in place as you realized you had said *that* out loud and not anything else. “I-” You started, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth as the both of you looked away to find any words to say to the other.

A beat of silence, two, three, and Itadori was the first to cut through it, though softly. “Did you mean that?” He asked, his hands never moving from underneath your now cold ones. You looked back up at him, unsure if you heard him correctly. “Did you mean what you said?” He asked again, his eyes sturdy and shaky all at once as you nodded slowly. His brows lifted up, relaxing ever so slightly while he gathered himself to continue. “Then… I like you too, I think. I have for a while, but it’s ok if you don’t wanna do anything, I mean, it’s great being friends with you so it’s not like we need to-”

You leaned in towards him, staring at him until he noticed you and pressed his lips together tightly. You didn’t move, nor did you say anything for a minute, only looking at him in silence before smiling at him. “Let’s…go watch the movie, ok?” You prompted, Itadori quickly taking the lead and breathing out loudly. “Yeah, let’s go!” With a wave of his arm towards the theater, you two walked together, smiles gracing your lips as your hands never separated from walking. 

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #itadori x reader #yuuji x reader

[cheegu3]

Hi, can I request yandere twice reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

hi, sorry for the long wait, hope u like it c:

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, emotional manipulation, insults, jealousy, objectification, mentions of self-harm, swearing, restraints, mentions of sex, naive reader - don't read if it makes u uncomfortable

this was based on my twice profile, which is why Momo is absolutely insane lol

Twice - reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

Jihyo

This would not sit well with her at all. There's no way she'd let you get out of her grasp that easily.

Not only that - but the fact that you even thought about it and asked her for it too? Unacceptable.

However, since she had a bit of a sadistic side, she'd entertain you for a bit. Making it seem like you were free to go while she had people spying on you the whole time. It would make you enough paranoid to lose a huge amount of sleep, making you a bit deranged and not as clear in the head as usual.

Then your ex-girlfriend would magically appear out of nowhere at a café you frequently visited. She had many body guards around her.

'' What are you doing here? Did you follow me here you psycho? '' you spat out the accusation and took a few cautious steps backwards.

Jihyo smiled sweetly at you, but a hint of irritation flashed across her face since you were close to causing a scene and alerting the other customers around.

However, she seemed to have no problem with quickly brushing off the irritation and playing in character again.

'' Follow you? Why would I do that? '' her face contorted into a look of offence now. '' My group was filming nearby so I decided to get a drink during the break. ''

Then she stepped closer, concern in her eyes.

'' Are you okay, y/n? You look really scared? Is something bothering you? ''

And just like that - the bunny had walked into the fox's trap. After you'd vented, your ex with her heaps amount of money seemed to be the most obvious solution to your stalker problems.

She could surely find out who it is right?

Nayeon

Although she felt nothing but utter rage inside, strategic tears sprung up in her eyes as soon as the words ' I want to break up ' left your mouth.

She'd fall to her knees, pretending as if her heart was breaking so much it hurt to stand up. When she sobbed so loud it drowned out your voice, her hands desperately grabbed onto your own as she begged,

'' Please don't leave me. ''

'' What? '' was all you could say, staring at her in utter confusion.

'' What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? ''

Amidst her acting, Nayeon managed to scoff at your cute dumbness.

'' Because I can't live without you! ''

It felt as if her words echoed in the deadly silence that followed her heartbreaking words.

Your own heart that you thought had already been broken into nothingness, broke a little more as you felt the first hot tears drop down your face - it seemed that you still had a soft spot for your ex, so what if you stayed a little longer?

Jeongyeon

She had been strict, yes - but still fairly nice throughout your whole relationship. That's why she couldn't figure out why you'd want to leave her?

Was there someone else you liked? Was it one of those friends Jeongyeon was paranoid about and deleted their texts from your phone?

Whatever it was, she'd make you regret it. That nice, sweet girlfriend that you were used to seeing would be completely gone; replaced with a psycho ex-girlfriend that would do anything to get you back.

Now, she longer cared if you were terrified of her. Since she knew your passcode, she'd sneak it late at night, tie you up and take pictures of you.

Then she'd wake you up, mocking you for how easy it was to ' catch you ', and claim that she's the only one who could protect you from this world.

'' If I could do that so easily, who knows what other things fucked up people might do to you if I'm not around to protect you. ''

You shook your head.

'' You're fucking crazy. ''

Jeongyeon smiled, a smile only a very twisted person would pull so easily.

'' Yes, I am. ''

Momo

You were her pretty doll and she was the scriptwriter of the play that was your relationship.

Since everything was pretty much fake, and you two were actors; this would enrage Momo. Any time you went off-script or wasn't in your character, acting the way she wanted you to, you'd get punished.

At the same time she felt a bit sad, like you had ripped her heart out and stomped on it. You weren't happy? Why? Did she not take care of you every day? Bathe you, feed you, dress you, pay for you and love you?

Why was that enough, what more could she possibly give you?

'' No. ''

'' Momo, I'm not acting now. '' you tried reaching for her hands but she snatched it away, a frown forming on her face.

'' No. '' she repeated.

'' I'm sick of this. At times you don't even make me feel like a person, it's- '' you waved your arms around trying to come up with the right words, that you were sure still wouldn't get into her head.

'' Humiliating! '' you finished.

Something seemed to flash behind her eyes. Before you knew it, she was right in front of you, menacingly staring you down with that look you knew all too well, '' Go to the bedroom. I will lock you in. ''

Sana

She's extremely delusional and very much the definition of crazy in love. There's no way she'd accept what you were saying, in fact, she'd probably think you were joking until you were screaming with tears of frustration.

Only then would reality kick in and she would start crying and freaking out.

Similarly to Nayeon, she'd beg you to stay and say that she couldn't live without you - which for Sana was absolutely true.

She would threaten to hurt herself, while saying things that she knew would get to you; because it would probably successfully guilt-trip anyone that heard it.

'' Sana please, I'm sorry. ''

Your hands were shaking, just like the uneven breaths you took while you held your ex-girlfriend. The two of you were crying enough to fill an ocean.

'' I really can't live without you. '' she whispered, gazing straight at you through bleary eyes.

'' I know. '' you guiltily say.

'' So how could you do that to me? ''

Mina

She was usually cold, barely showing what she was feeling through her face.

So it wasn't a big surprise that she'd just stare at you with a blank expression, not saying a word. Even as you packed your things and left, she just looked at you leaving.

In reality, she was processing things while also trying to come up with a plan.

She'd get you back, but definitely in a very different way - revenge.

Using her natural charm, Mina would text your friends and try every trick in the book to seduce them. Then, cunningly she'd get proof of your friends expressing their attraction to her and interest in hooking up.

Send them to your phone and ask to meet up, all she had to do was wait after that.

Soon enough your crying self would show up at the same apartment you had left a couple of days ago. She would gladly let you in, feigning a sympathetic look.

'' I knew they were fake, all along. ''

You didn't answer, only sniffling as you buried your face into Mina's shoulder.

'' I'm the only one in your life that's good for you...You will realise that soon enough. ''

Dahyun

She's one of the worst types of yanderes; paranoid and jealous to an extreme.

This lead to you being tied up in her basement most of the time. Seeing the sunshine was almost as rare as you being saved like the locked away princess you sometimes imagined yourself as.

The idea of you even attempting to break up with her when you'd be stuck right after, with no power of your own to walk out of her house - was a death sentence.

Even thinking of her reaction made you shudder in fear.

But one day after you'd been fighting with her all day, her coming down in intervals to scream her lungs out about new revelations she'd come up with while being upstairs alone, and you fighting back just as fiercely.

The words slipped off your tongue in the heat of the moment. You were tired and just wanted to hurt her.

'' Let's break up then! ''

You regretted it straight away, sensing that you had fucked up by the way she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as her lips curled up in disbelief.

'' What the fuck did you just say? ''

Chaeyoung

She would panic as soon as the door slammed in her face. Sure she was crazy but she didn't hurt you that much...did she? No matter how many times she raked her brain, Chaeyoung fell short of answers.

It felt unfair, like you were doing it on purpose to break her heart because she'd done some small thing to upset you - the small thing in question was her looking through your phone when she thought you weren't looking, causing you to completely mistrust her and break up on the spot.

Hours passed where she just stared at the wall, feeling empty. She always felt empty when you weren't around, like she wasn't her own person, she wasn't whole without you.

That's why Chaeyoung eventually left to follow you.

It wasn't hard to recognise the bubble-pink car that seemed to conveniently be in every place you visited. Whenever you went to your car it was always there, like a painful reminder that you could never escape her.

After it showed up even as you went to your mom's house, you'd had enough. You angrily delivered a few rapid knocks to the window.

'' What, honey? ''

Her nonchalant tone made you bite your lips in anger.

'' What are you doing here? ''

The door opened, forcing you to back away. Chaeyoung stepped out of the vehicle and almost immediately grabbed your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

'' You didn't think I was gonna leave without you, did you? ''

Tzuyu

She didn't want to show that she was hurt by your words. She simply let you walk out, despite her tears being ready to fall the second you'd be out of sight.

The next couple of weeks or months, she'd keep an eye on you while she also tried catching it.

Posting all over social media anytime she went to a party, posing with pretty people and hooking up with many more. It didn't fulfill her much since she only did it to get your attention.

But eventually, her efforts didn't go to waste as you started to get jealous.

She was popular, rich, beautiful and wanted by pretty much everyone. Your friends started to tell you that you had messed up, made a mistake and that someone else was going to win her heart.

Thinking of that made you furious, erasing any ounce of logic you had left in you.

So in the end, she won very easily. You showed up outside her doorstep like a puppy and she welcomed you in, smiling behind your back when you hugged her.

'' I've missed you. '' you bashfully admit.

'' I know. '' she says, trying to play it cool while her heart was beating out her chest.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop imagines #yandere twice #twiceyandere #twice scenarios

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #7

Another excerpt from the prequel/sequel to Dates and Delusions but make it DOA fluff

“Sulking?”

Sigma froze in place, unable to shake the overwhelming panic that he’d been caught. Caught doing what exactly, he wasn’t sure, but surely he’d disrupted whatever quiet veil had been cast over the apartment. Turning, he peeked into the study to see what sort of scene he’d disturbed.

Fyodor sat on the couch, long legs stretched out over the cushions. He held his phone in one hand, scrolling somewhat absentmindedly with his thumb. His other hand appeared buried in the fluffy layers of Nikolai’s white hair. He hadn’t looked at Sigma, apparently distracted by whatever he was perusing, but Sigma still felt horribly read, as if he was nothing more than an article on Fyodor’s phone.

“Why would I be sulking?” he asked, voice quiet to keep from further fragmenting the peaceful view before him.

Fyodor hummed, his mouth curving as if he knew the answer already, but he didn’t say anything else. He tilted his head downward to observe the man sleeping in his lap, his smirk only growing at the sight of Nikolai passed out with his arm sprawled out and dangling over the side of the couch. “He’ll be disappointed that you came home before he could wake up. He was so looking forward to your shocked expression when you saw the state of the kitchen.”

Now Sigma certainly was sulking. “You didn’t think to stop him from making such a mess?”

“He wanted to bake,” said Fyodor with a simple shrug, as if stopping Gogol had never even crossed his mind. “You know how he is when he gets an idea into his head.”

Translation: it was an easy distraction so I could get some peace and quiet. Sigma should have known.

Sigma’s irritation melted away the longer he looked at them. Nikolai rarely looked so motionless, so at peace. No gimmicks, no tricks, no quizzes or fun facts that were rarely fun or factual. Sigma couldn’t keep a small smile off his face.

“I’m surprised he’s asleep. Did he wear himself out?”

“Sugar coma.”

“Ah.” Sigma chewed on his lip to keep from saying something stupid like, is there room on the couch for one more? He really needed a job. Or a hobby. Or a life outside of classes and playing chess in the park with Fyodor’s rival.

“Would you care to join us?” Fyodor turned his head at last, fixing his sharp gaze on Sigma. He smiled knowingly, as if he’d heard Sigma’s unspoken question and wished to tease him about it.

Sigma swallowed, his throat dry and his heart straining against his ribcage. “I wouldn’t want to wake him.”

Fyodor’s expression didn’t waver. If anything, he only looked more amused by Sigma’s initial refusal. He’d anticipated it, certainly five steps ahead in the same way Dazai had been during their chess matches earlier. On Dazai, such superior confidence was irritating, but on Fyodor, that same arrogance was a little… terrifying. Intimidating.

As if Sigma wasn’t looking into the violet eyes of a man but of a demon. A predator whose sights were set on him, and Sigma was the perfect prey. Too stupid to run, too attached to his would-be murderer, his heart all but snagged in between Fyodor’s teeth.

Again, Dazai’s voice bounced around his mind. “How foolish.” Sigma wished he would just shut up.

“I insist,” said Fyodor with the voice of an angel, a devil, and Sigma couldn’t bring himself to deny him again. Even if it meant willingly stepping into this demon’s trap, he might as well.

He’d been ensnared for quite some time now.

Resistance decaying, Sigma walked into the study, uncertain where exactly Fyodor intended for him to sit. He settled for the floor, his back against the couch. Close to them but not invading, and now he could avoid the uncomfortable eye contact.

In his sleep, Nikolai muttered something unintelligible. His arm swept out, stretching across Sigma’s shoulder to grip his sweater in his fist and tug. Sigma had to scoot closer to keep his balance, and he could hear Fyodor chuckling behind him.

“There.” A smirk colored Fyodor’s voice, and Sigma could feel his cheeks burn at the sound of it. “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”

#wip wednesday #bsd #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd sigma #fyolai #fyosigolai #fluff #pining #modern au #idk if there are other ship tags and i'm too tired to think about it

[dungeonmalcontent]

Uncommon spell uses: Modify Memory

While this is primarily about the spell in 5e d&d, most of these can be done with any similar effect.

1) The Hangover: this is fairly complicated but it's a great way to get someone on your side. Step one is to, long before you even approach your target to cast the spell, select a stage. This could be a room at a luxury hotel, an unused warehouse, or on a ship--the only real restriction is that it must be within 1 minute of easy travel from where you will be enchanting your target and be somewhere where you probably won't be interrupted. Step two is to set the stage, maybe plant a dead body there (real or fake), break some things to make it look like something bad happened, leave evidence that the enchanter and the target were tied up but managed to break free. And step three is to, once everything else is in position, approach the target.

Regardless of the target's opinion towards you (the enchanter) they must be a relatively law abiding citizen in order for this to work. Anyone above the law or beyond the reach of public perception probably won't work.

You approach your target and covertly cast the spell on them. You only have a 10 minute window of memory you can modify and it must have happened during that day (at base level), so there is some wiggle room if the spell doesn't work the first time. But you begin the memory as them accepting, begrudgingly, a drink with you. You begin to tell them about a plot against their life, and then their memory becomes fuzzy and grows blank. They vaguely recall both of you passing out. Their memory then comes too as they wake up an indeterminate amount of time later to see you standing over whatever destruction you have prepared, and that is where you drop the spell.

The trick is that while you are casting the spell, you lead the dazed target to the actual scene you've prepared. Bonus points if you can change their clothes during this time. So while their mind fills in the gap of that remembered unconsciousness as perhaps being any amount of time, they are lead to believe that they were drugged and abducted alongside the enchanter and brought to a discrete location to be interrogated or transported. And that is when you broke both of them free and saved their lives... For now. After a successful memory alteration, you can potentially rope the target into whatever short term goal you have lined up, like maybe killing a prominent figure or infiltrating a secure location.

Works great on politicians, mages (non-enchantment specialists), and knights or high ranking military folk.

2) Scarred for life: this is somewhat evil, but works great as a GM. It's also significantly easier to do than the previous use.

You place a character in an incredibly stressful and traumatic situation. You cast the spell on them, forcing them to have perfect recall of what happens over the next minute. And then you break them. Kill a loved one, burn a city, or maybe in an alternative setting you do something impressive like save their life.

Regardless, because you force the memory to have perfect recall, you can force the character to live through it again and again whenever you want just by mentioning part of it.

Bonus points if you can get them to do something awful through the use of dominate person while forcing them to have perfect recall of the action.

3) Neurolyzer

Very men in black. And pretty simple. If you want to manipulate people, you don't necessarily have to plant some new ideas in their head. Just erase the last 10 minutes of their existence. Makes for great getaways and cover ups. I can even work as a more long term version of gift of gab. And while their minds can try to fill in the blanks, this option in particular works best if you want the target dazed and confused.

#d&d #dnd #dungeons and dragons #spell #modify memory #fun uses for spells #ttrpg #magic

[astridthevalkyrie]

A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

—> Scene Capture Fics Masterlist

—> Today’s Feature: Assistant Petra!

—> a/n: yes, i AM posting a scene capture fic after a long time and yes i am doing it for petra and not levi. if you want to know, please read the first line in this post &lt;3

"Good morning," you offer coyly to the shirtless man next to you, who doesn't offer you anything more than a grunt in response as he types away at his laptop.

Yes, this is just a wonderful thing to wake up to.

"Are we dating now?" You stretch as you wake up fully, sitting up and pushing aside the strays of your hair from your face carelessly. Levi doesn't even grace that one with a sound, just a clear grimace. You smirk, not that he sees you. "Fine. You were good, though."

"I know that," he says dismissively, still not looking away from his Tetris game or whatever else must be so interesting on the screen.

Always a delight with him. Yawning, you toss on your bra and panties before stepping out of the bedroom, greeted by the too-bright light streaming through the window of the kitchen. If you weren't so high up, you'd be slightly concerned about someone seeing you.

Although, it looks like you don't have to worry, since someone who's already inside is doing all the seeing anyways.

A pretty redhead in a pencil skirt and adorable blouse takes you in, blinking in surprise a few times before she clears her throat. "Um. Let me escort you out, ma'am."

"Excuse me?" You raise a brow at her as you grab a plum from the bowl of fruits that Levi never eats but always keeps freshly stocked. "Who are you?"

She stands up straight, like she thinks you're appraising her—you're really not, you just wanted to know why some random lady was in Levi's apartment.

"I'm Petra Ral, ma'am. Mr. Ackerman's assistant. I organize his schedules, accompany him during all his meetings, and escort his...guests, off the premises."

You snort. "So you what, take out the trash? Not very feminist of you."

Petra flushes scarlet. Easily embarrassed, clearly. Levi sure knows how to pick them, this is the cutest assistant he's had in a while. You wonder if they...nah, Levi's too much of a dork to try anything with someone who works for him. "That's not what I meant to say, you put words in my mouth."

You could put something else in her mouth, something pink that you keep at home in your second drawer, to the left.

"Wasn't my intention, Ms. Ral," you mimic her formal tone back, "but you also don't need to worry. I'm not hanging around due to clinginess, I'm just hungry." With that, you take a large bite of the plum, taking care to swallow and lick the juice off your lips before speaking again (to your delight, Petra watches every motion). "Levi won't get pissy with you, don't worry. We're old friends."

Friends might be stretching it, but you've clearly made the cute girl awkward enough already, so you don't need to go further by saying you and Levi liked each purely for the sex.

"I...see. In that case, can I get you something, ma'am?"

"No," you offer cheekily, leaning on the counter, aware that you're only in your undergarments and that she's doing her best to pretend she's not trying to look at your chest. "Just your company is plenty this morning, Ms. Ral."

Once more, she blushes.

Holy shit, you chose the right night to hook up with Levi.

Still, you suppose he's not the only one with important affairs to attend to, so you really should get going. It's too bad, you really wanted to stay and flirt with this pretty girl, but duty calls. You finish your pear and give her a wink before heading back to Levi's room to change.

"Hey, darling?"

"Don't call me that," comes Levi's immediate response. Just another nickname to add the blacklist, then. "What?"

"I'm gonna hook up with your assistant. Just a heads up," you offer casually, before turning on your heel to head out.

"Fucking hell," you hear him mutter under his breath, "not again."

#aot x reader #petra x reader #petra ral x reader #petra ral #levi ackerman #assistant petra #scene capture fics #valkyrie stories

[ingiexoxo]

꒰ MANIFESTING WHILE HANDLING SCHOOL ꒱

꒰১ ໒꒱ — i know a lot of people have a hard time with manifesting and managing school, and since school is starting, here’s some tips :) ! ‧₊˚

LOADING… ⌵

꒰১ ໒꒱ — TIPS AND TRICKS

DURING SCHOOL … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

squeeze in affirmations when you can — when you’re finished with a test, in the hallways, already know the material, or even on the bus. this can get SO MUCH more extra time and makes things easy for you, while preoccupying you !

PLACEBO EFFECTS !! “everytime i use a pencil my ass is fatter” ; “everytime i learn something new my crush loves me more and more” — come up with some fun placebos. they work for you without you having to put too much mental effort.

remember, you don’t need to constantly affirm 24/7. use that to your advantage <3 !! thinking as if is a main key of the law of assumption. you can just use that throughout the day and make it as natural as thinking about anything else.

AFTER SCHOOL … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

please, first off, for the love of neville goddard, DO NOT let manifestation ruin your social life. it doesn’t need to !! there’s so many ways to make manifeststion minimalist. especially with studies. study first.

take advantage of weekends ! those are one of the best times to manifest. you really don’t need more than a weekend when a 48 hour challenge exists !

manifesting overnight is another amazing way ! again, don’t do this at the expense of your sleep. however, if you’re healthy doing so, the lullaby method and SATs are amazing ways to cram manifesting in. you can also just KNOW that when you wake up you have it <3 !

subliminals are so useful ! you can affirm “subliminals always work for me” and listen to them while you study or fall asleep. you can put ones on with visible music while you’re getting ready or on the bus / in the car !

nicest way i can put it — stop with the void obsession. especially with school. it’s unhealthy, it hurts your sleep schedule, etc. just consciously manifest :) ! you can also set a limit on how many times you can attempt at entering the void per day.

꒰১ ໒꒱ — BASIC SCHOOL ROUTINE

MORNING … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

( optional ) : imagine a scene or affirm right after waking up in SATs for a couple minutes

affirm or vaunt while getting dressed ; doing makeup ; in the car or bus ; having breakfast — whenever you can

WITH SCHOOL … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

( optional ) : use any of the tips i suggested above !

( optional ) : revise your school day using whatever method you prefer — would reccomend if you have an SP at school !

EVENING … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

affirm / script / visualize — do what you usually do for the amount of time you’re comfortable with. i’d affirm while playing subway surfers for ten to thirty minutes.

if you have any schoolwork, listen to subliminals while you do them.

NIGHT … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

lullaby method, SATs, vaunting — do whatever night method you prefer. you can also use intention.

if you are going to attempt the void, do so once.

WEEKEND … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

do whatever you’re comfortable with or what you did over the summer ! no rules here <33

꒰১ ໒꒱ — THE LAW & ACADEMICS

MANIFESTING ACADEMICS… ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

when we think of school related things, we usually think of grades. since EVERYTHING is possible — you can manifest good grades without studying. if you don’t have trust in the law, i’d reccomend just studying, since academics can be a sensitive topic.

to manifest good grades : here’s a template on an example with manifesting good grades, since of course you can manifest anything you’d like as long as it causes an assumption. first step, affirm “all my affirmations work instantly” and “i am a master at manifesting good grades”. irepeat that in my head for as long as possible. if it’s at night, use a mixture of the lullaby method / SATs — i’d visualize your desired grade and repeat “i’m getting ( desired grade ) on the test / quiz / etc tomorrow. in the morning i’d live in the end. you can also command your subconsious to give you the right answer during the graded assignment. afterwords, i’d just affirm i got my desired grade or know i’m getting it.

to revise good grades : like i stated above, just assume your grades are the way you want them to be. however, if you want a template — affirm “i am an expert at revision” ; and “every revision i do works instantly”. after those are looped, you can affirm that “i successfully manifested my grades to be perfect”. that’s all !

MANIFESTING A SCHOOL SP… ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

manifesting school SPs can be emotionally taxing, since it’s easy to focus on the 3D. it doesn’t have to be though, i promise <33 .

of course, i always advocate for specific desire concept affirmations. some here are : “i manifest SPs instantly” ; “it is so easy to make any person fall in love with me” ; and MY FAVORITE — “everyone i have feelings for likes me back, always.”

i would affirm and manifest my SP outside of school, since it can feel desperate to affirm while opposite action is taking place. if you see opposite action, you can always assume that opposite action means your manifestation is working. you can always act snobby and say “oh, i KNOW they’re in love with me”. and use every opportunity you can to assume the best about their actions. ex -> “oh they’re in my class? it means they’re so obsessed with me that they tried to get here with me and they’re blushing at having me in the same room.”

stressing about manifesting how someone feels isn’t fun. if you’re like that, and stress about that easily, non-bullshit & clear affirmations do the job just well — ex. “SP is my boyfriend” , or “SP told me they like me.”

ABOUT SCHOOL DESIRES … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

school desires, to me, are just simple manifestations that occur in school. these help to build faith, strengthen your practice in the law, and just are fun to see bloom : here are some ideas below <3 !

someone wearing a specific color -> classes being cancelled -> something specific for lunch -> a school couple getting together or breaking up -> a student or teacher being absent -> someone getting a certain score on a test -> having good assigned seats -> no homework -> a teacher not calling on you or calling on a specific person -> teachers loving you -> a fire drill happening that week -> getting compliments

꒰১ ໒꒱ — ATHENA CHALLENGE

lastly, here’s a challenge to help manifest something USING school. 💌 — i chose athena since she’s the goddess of wisdom <33 . it’s a five day challenge since school is five days long. let’s get into it ! this is for school popularity and your desired appearance, lol <33 !

MONDAY … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

affirm that you always get your desires & your affirmations always work instantly. you can always replace affirming with the method you want.

if you want to, you can also affirm “i’m going to have all my desires by the end of this challenge,” and “subliminals grant me all of my desires by one listen”.

TUESDAY … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

listen to music in the morning while getting ready that makes you feel like a god !!

when you go to school, think as if you’re the most popular person there.

affirm “i am the most popular person at school” and “everybody asks me out”

listen to subliminals while you study.

WEDNESDAY… ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

listen to music in the morning while getting ready that makes you feel like a god !!

placebos ! “everytime i write ( insert desired appearance placebo ) “. ex -> when i write, i’m richer.

at home, affirm for your desired appearance <33.

listen to subliminals while you study.

THURSDAY … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

listen to music in the morning while getting ready that makes you feel like a god !!

talk to your subconsious on how happy you are that you have all of your desires !

listen to subliminals while you study.

FRIDAY … ⌵ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

last day ! just repeat “i have all of my desires” on a loop throughout the day. you’re done, congratulations !

thank you so much for reading this post and i hope you have an amazing day ,

— have fun manifesting !

[prodigal-upsiders]

she said i think i’m going to boston

or: Nancy, and Eddie, and new starts

Nancy Wheeler starts at Emerson College in the fall of 1986, and she is being so normal all the time. With Vecna actually dead, with the Upside Down actually finished this time, she tells herself that it’s finally time for her to move forward, no longer let it all tie her down. She tries so hard, but she’s always adrift, surrounded by her peers who just don’t get her even though they’re in the same classes, fired up about similar things, she’s just... not connecting with anyone the way she hoped. But she keeps trying to push herself forward into her life as she used to envision it, still stays every night in her dorm room even though she wakes up every hour with her entire body tensed, her muscles aching from clenching so tight so she doesn’t wake her roommate, and she’s exhausted, unable to get back to sleep because she can’t keep her guns under her bed here, so she sits with her back to the wall and watches the sunrise creep through the window, and she puts her makeup on and pretends, pretends, pretends until she can step off the campus and find the two people in this state who understand what she’s been through.

To her surprise, it’s Wayne Munson—who wouldn’t stay in Hawkins after what they did to his kid, who took his payout for his silence and the loss of his home and now has a small place outside the city, a little under an hour away because he wasn’t going to smother but he also wasn’t letting Eddie out of his sight for a while yet—who tells her what she needs to hear. Tells her that she can’t force feeling safe, or at least safe enough, but she can find it and she can sit herself down there, whatever that looks like, for as long as she needs to, and anybody who thinks less of her for that is never going to understand where she’s coming from, anyway. And she’s not even really surprised when she finds herself leaning on Eddie more after that—in Hawkins, in the hospital and during his recovery, he needed her and everyone else a lot, and he's not shy about it, and having him be vulnerable first lets her let her own guard down. And his apartment over the music shop is louder than her dorm room, removed from all her studies and fellow students, but it’s also a place where she can reach out and touch a weapon if she needs to, just to tell herself it’s there; and it’s where she can reach out and grab onto Eddie, too, and it’s not until she lets herself have that that she realizes how much she needed to be able to know he’s safe. She can go back to sleep, there. The rest of her family might still be in Hawkins, not always available to call and pretty far away to visit, but she can ground herself with knowing that Eddie’s safe, and that makes it easier to remember that the rest of them are, too.

And she finally starts relaxing and accepting that she can lean on people too, and Eddie is someone she can just be a weird trauma survivor around, just as much as she can relax and be a young adult and geek out about her interests around him too. They’re both huge nerds, and some of their interests overlap, and when they don’t it’s exciting and fun to pace around while she explains her thing, or watch Eddie as he jumps around and gesticulates wildly while he tells her about his.

On New Year's Day, 1987, Nancy pierces Eddie’s ears in their bathroom and in return he dyes her hair pink and helps her make a battle jacket. She fills it with not just music patches but also finds political and literary pins—defiantly adds pop patches, but keeps a Corroded Coffin pin that Robin made despite them no longer playing together, and a few metal pins that Eddie is very proud of. (She never gets really into any one particular artist, but Eddie makes her mixtapes of the songs she really likes, the ones with lyrics that make them fables and ghost stories swept up in sound.) It’s not about the scene, for her, but there is a lot of comfort and confidence she finds in donning the armor. She had a different kind of armor in Hawkins, but she wants something new now, something that marks her out as different from who she was. The sturdy denim weight across her shoulders and the bright shocks of pink in the corner of her eye feels like defense and offense both, as she adds protest pins to her collection and wears them out along with her pastel skirts and cute low-heeled boots. She’s a far cry from the hometown girl she used to be, but she’s also still the woman who grew from those roots, changed as she was by the darkness underneath. It’s 1987 and Nancy Wheeler goes to college, and she goes home to a loud little apartment on a busy street, and she feels safe enough to walk forward.

#Nancy Wheeler #Eddie Munson #the upsiders au #platonic edancy #nancy wheeler's journey from high school priss to drummer in a quasi-metal band #is just the surface of her journey through so much fucking trauma #on top of her growing up and leaving her hometown and discovering herself in her 20s #there is a lot more surrounding nancy and music and the start of her upsiders career #but this was getting long lol #and they're important stages on their own too #anyway #little weirdo friends nancy&eddie mean the world to me #so cheers to 1987 the year they make bad decisions together and do some healing #stranger things #stranger things au #fruity four #well just two of them in this post but robin and steve are being codependent in hawkins #while nancy and eddie are being codependent in boston #for now

[lov1ngkvroo]

i just know nishinoya yuu would madly fall in love with pretty-faced, top-of-the-class and student-council you. i mean, he did go to karasuno because of his love for schoolgirls and uniforms after all.

you weren’t even in his same class, too smart to not attend college-preparing courses, yet he always found a way to bother you. he would follow you around like a puppy, with glossy eyes, complimenting everything you’d do and the way you’d look while doing it. you’d take a good grade and he would be the first one telling you how proud he was. you’d make a speech of behalf of the student council during a school meeting and he would be the only one clapping even before you actually get to the mic. you’d suddenly pop in one of his lessons to ask a question to the teacher and in no time he would be already all over you, reminding you how good you look and how beautiful your hair is.

you kind of got used to the constant praising, and sort of enjoyed it. even if the whole student body knows noya is not joking when he says he is in love with you - especially since he had declared that in the middle of the hallway multiple times before trying to get down on one knee and propose to you (but he would be stopped by one of his friends close by), you kept saying how he was doing it just to tease you. “it’s not a joke for him,” your best friend had told you multiple times, yet you scrolled your shoulders and focused on something else. how could he not be joking? nobody ever liked you that way, before.

“i don’t like him that way,” you had said yourself to your friend one day, unconscious that tanaka ryunosuke was walking right behind you and heard everything - so of course he had to tell nishinoya as well. his heart broke at the direct rejection - even if he somehow still expected it to come at some point - and from then on his scenes became less and less frequent.

you felt like something was missing and started feeling weird in the moments you would cross him in the hallways and he would not start jumping in happiness, asking you about your day and every little thing that happened or whatsoever. and you, now used to his warmth and devotion, knew something had to be done to fix whatever happened because god, you wanted it back.

so as if you were not planning it ahead, one day you walked in the school’s gym while the volleyball club was having practice. of course, at the sound of the door opening, everyone looked at you. smiling lightly, you waked up to sawamura daichi and started telling him something about a meeting the council wanted to have with him - excuse you literally had just invented. predictably, one of the first years - bright orange hair, loud as hell - pointed at you yelling “isn’t that nishinoya’s girlfriend?”

hiding your smirk from the captain that had now gulped and moved his head angrily towards hinata, you expected a reaction from noya, even though it didn’t come as you expected. he stared in the blank with a pout, mumbling “s-she is not my girlfriend.”

and the best idea you ever had in your life suddenly formed into your head - you weren’t in advanced classes for nothing. with a mischievous grin that could have easily been mistaken for a smile, you ignored everybody else in the gym and walked closer to the libero, that was already standing a few steps away from you. “i am not, nishinoya-senpai?” your eyes glowed with a new light as you left out a sight, keeping your act going as you moved again, turning around and walking towards the exit “silly me for thinking that we were actually going on a date one of this days. well, i guess i was the fool once again. i’ll go now, you know… bye! and sawamura, do not forget about the meeting.”

your words did not have any irony in them, and surely you did not expect it at all - you did surprise yourself this time, but didn’t mind at all. all the people in that gym had always have this idea of you as the perfect schoolgirl their whole life, and why not disappoint them a little bit just because you wanted to mess with the boy that had a crush on you. with a satisfied smile, you started walking back to the school building, reminding yourself to ask the school president for a meeting with the volleyball captain for no apparent reason.

behind you, some quick steps and weird noises had made their presence recognizable. you turned around and there it was nishinoya yuu, panting. when he looked up to you, his eyes had once again that light that you very much had missed. “were you being for real?”

“when, back then? about what, the date or being your girlfriend?”

your blunt answer made his heart race and cheeks flush. he whispered a “both” and started staring at the point of his shoes. you eyes widened because he looked very, very adorable.

you chuckled, holding out your hand and reaching towards him. “yes, to both. i feel like i need to finally give you a chance, don’t you think?”

and while he started jumping around all over you, smiling and shouting “yes! yes! yes!”, you laughed as well because he looked so happy, it kinda made you happier too. little do you know, he’s destined to make you that happy for the rest of his life.

#haikyuu #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader #haikyuu!!

[hopeymchope]

Really weird how Mikan killing Saionji is never brought up. There are no signs of saionji being scared of or even hating her for what happened. It's like it was just brushed off. I dislike saionji but still, pretty weird.

This did come up once before around here, but I think the important thing to remember is that we're never given any idea how long they were all awake on the island before those Future Foundation ships arrived there and they subsequently took one of them back to Future Foundation HQ. Based on the "2.5" OVA, we just know Komaeda was the last to wake up, and all available members of Class 77-B boarded the ship shortly thereafter. We also don't see whatever happens on the (seemingly quite a few hours long) journey in-between.

My point is that there's a lot of time when such things could've been dealt with, addressed in some way, etc. And then, when we DO finally see the two of them interact, we only get two short glimpses of them together in the aftermath of DR2:

1) Tsumiki saving her life in the HQ, which Hiyoko gets irritated about - which does track pretty well either way you interpret it: Either as "how dare you save me after you previously killed me" or just "fuck you in general bc I'm a sour bitch."

2) The scene of "Girls A -D" from the Twilight Syndrome case all together during the credits where Mahiru is standing between Hiyoko and Mikan. So... whether those two are directly interacting is somewhat unclear, though it does appear that Mikan might be look at Hiyoko's skewer of meat, if nothing else.

So again, I think there's still room for a lot sour grapes in there, given how little time we spend with them and how little we see of them after DR2's Chapter 3.

I missed this one once before, and I guess my takeaway from Mahiru chiding them about telling her "you reek" (Kazuichi) and describing how smells so bad that it stings your eyes like a demonic eclipse (Gundham) was that, well, Mahiru's not wrong. "You guys are really insensitive!" is a pretty fair statement. Like, it's possible to approach someone's hygiene failings with a little bit of tact, right?

I do love how Ibuki seems legit surprised and fascinated when Hiyoko starts crying about it. She's leaning forward (as if for a closer look) and is just like "Oh, she's crying!" like this is just an alien reaction to her. And Mahiru does at least tell Hiyoko that she really doesn't need to overreact to such a degree.

But yeah. No one in the group really ever defends Mikan. It's something we've talked about around here before. They just blow her off anxieties off like "Mikan's just like that," which might be kind of understandable .... until you factor Hiyoko's abuse into the equation. Here is someone actively exacerbating Mikan's trauma responses, and you're just sort of... sitting there through it.

Speaking of that, here's an Ask I missed a while back:

Obviously this brings up a lot of the same stuff as the ask directly above, but I did want to again point to the time someone Japanese said that looking the other way when it comes to bullying is sort of a cultural issue for Japan. I'm not sure how accurate that is, to be fair. But if that's true, then it seems like there's a lot going on under the surface of Mahiru and/or Ibuki's behavior. (Though Ibuki is sometimes deep in her own head, so maybe she just was easily distracted.)

I guess we don't see too much of the direct bullying by Saionji in the "Despair Arc" part of DR3? But there is SOME, and I do wish someone would say/do something about it when it's there.

But Akane standing up for Mikan in her trial despite not defending her from Hiyoko at any time prior makes enough sense to me, even if I wish she'd been there to step up earlier. Because maybe she doesn't care about getting picked on and insulted — and based on Akane's past history of being insulted or used by people and just never really caring or noticing, I guess that's consistent. But she DOES care about someone being accused of murder and/or executed for a crime, because that's a whole separate level.

I would've liked to have seen more guilt from the entire class when Mikan starts calling everyone out during the trial. She busts their chops for how she's been treated and how no one's ever defended her, and I wish we got more of a stunned silence and remorseful looks from the group when that was going on.

...I'm probably blathering on at too much length again. But for your reading pleasure: There's a whole world of asks and personal ruminations in my anti-hiyoko saionji tag that might be of interest.

#anti-hiyoko saionji #dr2 spoilers #asks #anon #danganronpa #anti-bullying #mikan tsumiki #dr3 spoilers

[myname-isnia]

More soft Kuviren headcanons bc I’m bored (and also in a Certain Mood but unfortunately tumblr will nerf me if I try posting about That) :P

Suiren is very much not a morning person, and will in fact claw your eyes out for trying to wake her up early, while Kuvira probably needed to be an early riser as first captain of Zaofu’s guard and then the Great Uniter. Given that once they’re actually in a relationship more often than not they sleep curled up together, this poses a problem as Suiren is very easily startled when asleep. Kuvira doesn’t mind having to stay in bed after waking up though, as she gets to watch Suiren peacefully sleep in her arms, face pressed into the crook of her neck, looking peaceful and relaxed for once

Kuvira likes coming up behind Suiren and gently embracing her, as she enjoys feeling how Suiren relaxes into her. She knows how jumpy Suiren is, so when she decides to do it, she deliberately lets her step fall heavier so Suiren won't be startled

(She also likes feeling up Suiren's tits while she's at it, but that's a topic for another day)

If Suiren won't let Kuvira touch her hair except for very, very rare occasions, then Kuvira is the complete opposite. She loves feeling Suiren run fingers through it, softly scratching her head with her nails, or brushing and braiding it for her. In certain situations, she enjoys it being pulled on too, if you know what I mean...😏 👀

They both have bad mental health days sometimes, Suiren more often than Kuvira. Sometimes they need to be held, sometimes to be left alone, but either way, the other is always willing to provide whatever is needed

There are times when Haya's voice gets so loud in Suiren's head that she can do nothing but curl up somewhere and hope for it to stop eventually. What helps is Kuvira sitting by her, whispering praises, telling her how incredible and gorgeous and worthy of love she is, until the affectionate words drown out everything else

Suiren can never fall asleep during a full moon, the pull at her body is too strong to ignore. Kuvira doesn't mind staying up with her, both to keep her company and to admire her as she waterbends to her heart's content. She always looks hauntingly beautiful in the moonlight

As they get comfortable in their relationship, open casual affection comes to them more easily. Passing kisses and touches, Kuvira pulling Suiren into her lap when they're sitting next to each other, slipping hands up shirts and acting like they're not doing it, light-hearted teasing.. all the good stuff

Suiren makes a point of teaching herself how to braid hair so she can do Kuvira's for her

Since waterbending healing is a rather unpleasant sensation, it can be one hell of a mood killer. But with these two, certain scenes do end up calling for it. So instead, they handle it the natural way and clean and bandage wounds by hand. It's more intimate like that anyway))

Kuvira teaches Suiren to dance. That's it that's the post.

#some of these are very obviously suggestive because like I said #I'm in the Mood and need an outlet #so here we are #kuviren

[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagines #jay #halstead #jesse lee soffer #halstead x reader #jay x reader #chicago pd #pd #cop #angst #jay halstead one shot #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead chicago pd #one chicago #halstead one shot #halstead imagine #imagine #jay imagine #jay halstead imagine

[witchersgoldenbard]

My sweet darling @mayastormborn asked for some nonverbal Geralt:

Some non-verbal Geralt during winter, and they all allow him to just *be*? No one asks him anything, they just bring him some of his safe-foods and a drink and top it up through the day. Any conversation is through gestures though as little as possible

Well, sweetness, I hope this little thing brings you some comfort and is somewhere near what you had in mind 💕👉👈 (tho it’s not and I will try again)

1.8k words, no warnings except the obvious

No Words Required

When Geralt wakes up with the first light, the weak rays of the winter sun slowly but stubbornly bringing a new day to Kaer Morhen, he knows it is one of those days that will have to remain silent on his part. Usually, he would turn to Jaskier beside him and press a kiss to his brow to wish him a good morning, but the very thought of talking is almost enough to quicken his heartbeat and make his hands shake. No talking, then.

He closes his eyes again and tries to fall back to sleep, maybe he just needs to start this day over. He doesn’t dare to hope, but it might be worth a try.

Despite giving it another chance, his tongue still feels too heavy in his mouth when he opens his eyes again, the world around him still blurry and sharp-edged at the same time. So Geralt has no option but to accept his fate. At least for today. Only for today, he hopes.

“Good morning, my love,” comes Jaskier’s tired voice from beside him, and Geralt thanks the Gods he doesn’t believe in that he can still find happiness in this familiar tone. Grateful that not all his senses are set to overwhelm him today.

He turns to smile at Jaskier, who waits a moment, gives him a chance to say the words he doesn’t have the strength to utter today. Wants to force himself to say, but his heart, his hands, his head, they all deny him. Warn him.

And Jaskier only softens his smile and asks, as quietly as he can, “Silence day?”

Bless him. Bless this man, this wonderful man, for understanding. For knowing him well enough, for seeing, for asking.

Geralt nods, but reaches out to hold Jaskier’s hand with only a slight tremble in his fingers, afraid to find that touch will be denied, too. But the warmth of Jaskier’s skin feels good, the softness under his fingers bringing its usual comfort, and Geralt smiles at the bard’s hands.

“Touch and noise still fine, darling?” Jaskier asks anyway, despite seeing the smile he is wearing. Always asking, always reassuring. Always loving and caring. Always there.

Geralt nods and taps Jaskier’s hand twice, too.

“Would you like me to tell the others?”

Geralt hesitates, quickly calculating if he has enough strength to grunt and hum his way through the day, make enough noise for them to let it pass. But it feels wrong, and he knows they don’t judge. They all have these days, even Jaskier, and it’s always better if everyone knows.

So he nods and is rewarded with a gentle smile.

“Wonderful. And this is going to be the last complex question of the day, I know they’re hard, but technically it’s still yes-or-no? Really, it will depend on your response, uhm—“

Geralt squeezes Jaskier’s hand and regards him with an amused smile. He loves this man so much, how could he not smile even when the world is heavy around him?

“Right, sorry,” Jaskier mumbles and sits up, scratching the back of his head and looking at Geralt. “Is there anything you need? Except to not talk, and possibly the usual, you know. Anything you need, right now?”

The hand still wrapped around Jaskier’s wrist gives Geralt perfect leverage to just pull and have Jaskier land on top of him with an undignified squawk. The bard chuckles as he lies on top of Geralt, their warm chests pressed together like they were made for just this.

Jaskier hums the moment Geralt’s arms wrap around his middle, keeping the warm and comforting weight on top of him. Let the world be heavy, he thinks. I am safe right here.

“I’ve got you, love,” Jaskier promises. “And you’ve got this.”

***

The first time Geralt goes nonverbal around him, it’s a few weeks after Posada. They are returning from a contract, off to find the alderman to receive their well-deserved coin. Jaskier is prattling on about heroics and monsters and witchers, only interrupting his enthusiastic monologues to hum a tune, trying for a melody and always discarding it immediately.

He has grown used to silence beside him, looming and annoyed and stoic. Hums, at most, though they are always more like grunts, noncommittal and monotonous.

But then, suddenly, the hums stop and the Witcher’s ever-focused eyes have lost some of their shine. Jaskier notices these things — of course he does, he’s an artist after all! And Geralt has pretty eyes. But that’s beside the point.

“Geralt?” he asks, stopping in his tracks and watching the Witcher beside him. The same Witcher who doesn’t even notice that he stopped walking, eyes on the road before him, seemingly lost in thought.

“Geralt!” Jaskier calls again. Still no reply, but the Witcher finally stops. Stands. Looks at him over his shoulder. His eyes still not entirely right, and Jaskier doubts it comes from the various potions he has had last night.

“Something’s wrong,” he says, and Geralt glances around after a second, hand moving to his sword. Good, Jaskier thinks, he’s not completely out of it. “No,” he says and takes a step forward, noticing the sudden tension between Geralt’s shoulders. He stops. “No, I mean… With you. Are you alright?”

Geralt frowns. Well, at least there’s a constant for you.

“Are you okay, Geralt?” he asks again, gentler but really starting to worry.

Another frown, but this time followed by a nod. Which is not very reassuring. Jaskier might not know him well, but he knows right then that he’s lying. He lets it go, though, and they make their way to the town, easily finding the alderman.

A wretched man who only wants to give them half their payment, but Geralt doesn’t seem inclined to argue. Jaskier frowns and gives the alderman a piece of his mind, making a whole scene for everyone around to hear. “And if the Witchers on the whole Continent might hear from the White Wolf’s bard that you betray them, that your hand doesn’t fulfill what your tongue promises, maybe you shall surrender to the monsters then. Leshen and whatever so pleases shall feast on you, maybe that will be the day you wish you had paid the White Wolf what he was promised and more!”

Needless to say, they leave with more coin than expected, and Jaskier can’t wipe the smug grin off his face.

Geralt smiles at him for the first time, then, over their small campfire, and Jaskier smiles back.

“Is speaking hard for you today?” he finally dares to ask.

Geralt stares at him. Nods.

Jaskier nods back. Grins.

“Well, good thing you have me then, isn’t it? A bard to yell at stupid people for you. We’ll make a great team, you’ll see.”

Geralt doesn’t say anything to that, obviously. But even the next day, when the first thing he does is insult Jaskier’s fashion sense, he doesn’t mention it, doesn’t deny it. And Jaskier is sure he didn’t imagine that small smile that could have meant Maybe you are right.

Either way, he was.

***

Jaskier leaves the bed before Geralt, promising to bring him breakfast.

“You still have three other meals you can try to leave bed for, let’s have breakfast here,” Jaskier argues with a grin and a fine that brooks no room for discussion even if Geralt were up for it.

And so, they have breakfast in bed. It’s warm and comfortable and Jaskier chatters away, not expecting a response in any way. Perfect background noise, taking away the sharp edges of his surroundings, making everything a little less overwhelming and oppressive. Jaskier knows his place in the network of Geralt’s nonverbal days as he talks, keeping his voice down and calm and so, so warm. Familiar.

It almost makes him feel normal. It definitely makes him feel safe.

When he finally has enough strength to leave bed, they make their ways downstairs to sit by the hearth. Geralt has found that the warmth helps, brings him physical comfort when there is nothing else to ground him.

“Good to see you, pup,” Vesemir says and claps a broad hand on Geralt’s shoulder after looking at Jaskier for a second. Geralt smiles.

Pup. Vesemir only calls them that on the heavy days, and it’s a constant that always helps them through the worst of it.

Life still happens around him, everyone has their own tasks, and where he’s sitting in the middle of it all, he feels like he still gets to be a part of it.

There are warm foods throughout the day and a jug of something hot and spiced always appears by his side. Geralt is not completely sure how the time passes, but it doesn’t matter.

What matters is that Lambert is sat beside him, silent, offering his company. If Geralt leans into him and Lambert leans back, well, then that’s between them.

What matters is Eskel who lies down on the fur beside the hearth and gently pulls Geralt to lie on top of him, head on his broad chest, careful hand running through his silver hair. He talks, though all Geralt feels is the rumbling of his chest.

It’s all that matters.

***

The first time it happens around Eskel, they’re both still pups. Barely grown into Witchers yet.

“There are worse things than not talking, Geralt,” Eskel tells him, Geralt’s head resting on his shoulders. “I know it’s scary. It feels like there’s nothing worse. But it doesn’t make you any less of a Witcher. Or any less Geralt. You’re still the White Wolf, even if you can’t howl. I’ll howl for you, Wolf,” he promises with a kiss to his cheek. “And when the day comes, you’ll do the same for me. Because it happens. And it fucking sucks, but you’ve got this, okay? And I’ve got you.”

Geralt nods into Eskel’s shoulder and tries not to feel pathetic that the only sounds the world gets to hear from him that day are his sobs.

***

But Eskel was right then and is still right now. They’ve got each other and they take care of each other. Howl and fight and protect each other.

They do the same for Lambert on his heavy days.

And for Jaskier, years and years and years later.

For Ciri and Yennefer and everyone who needs it.

That’s what family does. Nothing has to change on the days you can’t talk, on the days that words fail you. There are always people to yell at the world for you, to wrap you in a hug and tell you everything you need to hear. Even Witchers can have that.

And Geralt has a whole family now to tell him: “You’ve got this. And we’ve got you.”

It’s really all that matters.

#Geraskier #geskel #geralt of rivia #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #nonverbal Geralt #boggy woggy friends #Maya I love you a lot and maybe I’ll write you more nonverbal Geralt because we need more nonverbal rep #but also I just love you period. #💕 #Nat writes

[animeomegas]

Thank you for liking my ideas <33 it's really fun to be able to ramble about that game sjnsiee

But what about you? What are your ideas? Tbh I'm kinda stumped cause I've only been thinking of the last few hcs I sent lol

-cove lover anon

It really is fun to ramble about it haha, thanks for rambling with me <3

My ideas... hmm, I have a few!!

Getting caught after the n-sfw patreon moment (n-sfw)

I don't know if you played the n-sfw patreon moment or not, but basically it's set in stage 3 and Cove and the MC 'play around' with each other. It's actually very cute haha.

At one point, MC grabs Cove's cock too hard and he says 'It hurt but not in a bad way' qwerqlkwjcebhl okay, I'm getting side tracked, I'll do a kink analysis for Cove if anyone wants one though haha.

Anyway!

In the a/b/o world, hiding these things is a lot harder because of scent. Someone who has just had sex without showering or whatever is easily identifiable. And also, hickeys are more common because they indulge the mating bite urge without actually doing anything semi permanent.

So what I'm saying is, Cove is probably covered in hickeys and smelling like a seaside brothel lol.

I propose that after MC climbs out the window, Cove recovers for a bit before stepping out into the hallway for a shower before his dad gets home.

Only, his dad is coming down the other end of the hallway.

They both look like rabbits in headlights.

Cliff isn't an idiot. Even with his slightly lesser beta sense of smell, Cove is absolutely covered in the MC's scent, and he's pale enough that the hickeys are obvious even in the dark hallway.

He awkwardly says the whole line about how he wasn't much older than Cove when he found out he was going to be a dad, and that Cove needs to be careful. Cove squeaks in humiliation and flees into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.

Cliff shuffles to his room and then has a crisis about how involved he's supposed to be about this. Like, they're both 18, but only just. Should he tell MC's mothers?? Should he give a more in depth sex ed?? Should he talk to Cove about contraception?? Should he enforce a door open when you have a guest rule?? Should he just sneak a box of condoms into his room when he's out??

He's up all night thinking about it.

Cove is also up all night, frantically texting MC about what happened and wishing the ground would just eat him lol.

2. Cove and MC getting partnered for one of those 'look after a fake robot baby' projects in school

This thought came to me right before I was falling asleep last night haha.

But they're supposed to take the baby for alternate nights and then share responsibility during the school day.

Cove panics every time it cries and also takes the whole thing both too seriously and not seriously enough lol.

Like, he'll always soothe the baby while it's crying, but he will also lay it on a beach towel and leave it unattended while he's surfing/swimming haha.

And if you ever say anything about 'practicing for your future pups with him', he'll get so incredibly flustered. He just shoves the baby to you and flees the scene to calm down.

And if you're not having any pups, the whole thing is a miserable experience in why you definitely made the right decision. When it's crying for the fifth time in the middle of the night, there's only relief that this is never going to be real for you lol.

On the weekends, you and Cove have sleepovers to help with the nightly crying. Cliff helps out and also gets a little too attached.

At MC's house, Elizabeth threatens to destroy the thing because it's waking her up, so hopefully she's already at uni. It's for the best.

Overall, I reckon they do pretty well. Cove definitely knocked it's head off some stuff, you did put it in a cupboard to cry it out one night while you were tired. But other than that! It's fine!

I don't have anything else to say on this, let's move on!

3. Proposals

I've played through all the variations of proposals in the game and they're my favourite things ever!! Especially when it's MC proposing to Cove, I just adore them.

But if I was there in real life, the proposal would be way more dramatic and planned out because that's the kind of woman I am!!

And I have hundreds of ideas about how I'd propose to him.

But here's the one that's been on my mind recently.

So, it's a summer night, and MC suggests setting up a cute date night for them both, but tells Cove that it's a surprise, but it'll be at home so he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Then, while he's at work, they put up a tent in the garden, covering the floor of the tent and the small section outside the entrance with blankets and cushions.

Then they put fairy light everywhere, fake candles, a laptop preloaded with some of their favourite films to watch together...

They make a huge spread of picnic style food, lay it out (with lids on because it's outdoors and on the floor lol) and then they blindfold Cove and take him outside to see.

Convincing him that this is the entire surprise.

And he definitely cries and says thank you about a hundred times.

So, when all the food has been eaten and the films watched, they start talking about how happy they are to spoil Cove like this.

It's dark by now, the garden and tent lit by the fairly lights and candles.

And finally! They get down on one knee and pull out a ring. Personally I think he suits the platinum/silver colour, and I'd engrave both names together haha.

Anyway, speech time!! While Cove sits there in shock and then cries for about ten minutes straight.

MC says how much they love Cove and ask him to marry them.

He says yes of course ;)

How would you propose to Cove? I'm curious!

This is all I have for today, but I'll probably do that kink analysis soon 😏

#cove #omegaverse #headcanons #alpha!reader #hcs #a/b/o #alpha reader #reader insert #n-sfw

[swiftsalchemy]

Snow White - Diluc Ragnvindr

A/N: I had a dream about this last night & ever since I couldn't help but think about it. so now I'm writing this to make sure it gets stuck in your head too. remember to drink water! :) also this may not be written the best since I’m really sick atm and a little out of it.

summary: diluc ragnvindr is in love with you and a certain brunette woman gets a little too jealous

pairings: diluc ragnvindr x female!reader

warnings: poison, themes of death, fluff

word count: 3.7k words

    It was safe to say that you were the most desirable woman in Mondstadt. Not only were you pretty, but you were kind and incredibly friendly. You also were quite the hard worker - always going out of your way to help others in need. Despite working as Lisa’s assistant in the library from the early hours in the morning to late at night, whenever you got a break, you would always head into the center of Mondstadt and help any way you could. Your most favorite person to help out was Diluc Ragnvindr.

    You often stopped by the Angel’s Share on your breaks and would help serve people drinks to ease the workload on other’s in there - even Diluc himself. Due to this, you often saw Diluc and you two grew rather close. Even though you were a worker in the Knights of Favonious, he admired how desperate you were to help those who lived in Mondstadt whenever you could. Plus, you were always so kind to others - no matter how rude anyone else was to you. 

    Occasionally during your late nights helping Diluc at Angel’s Share, you two would share those special moments. You two never kissed nor brought it up to each other after the fact. However, your meeting gazes, almost too close bodies, and hands overlapping or bumping into each other caused you both to slowly fall for each other. 

    Diluc often would be extra sweet to you and bring you lunch and gifts while you were at work. Sure, he didn’t like being in the Knights of Favonious building but if it meant that you were taken care of while you were at work it brought him a peace of mind. Rumors spread like wildfire around Mondstadt that you were Diluc’s girlfriend. You both always denied the rumors, but your actions towards each other made the entire town not believe you two. 

    Most of Mondstadt liked the idea of you two being together, two hard-working citizens finding comfort in each other. However, there was one woman who despised you for getting so close to Diluc, Donna. She believed you had used witchcraft on the firey red-head and bewitched him into dating you ( which you weren’t even in that kind of relationship anyway ). So, she wanted to take the matter into her own hands and end whatever relationship you and Diluc were sharing.

    Donna had heard of a local witch that lived just outside of Mondstadt who specialized in poisons. One night, Donna had left the stone walls that echoed the whispers with the rumors about yourself and Diluc, her recallings of everyone talking about you two only fueled her enragement more. She walked over the stone bridge and into the nearby forest. She had only a dagger and a lantern that emitted a yellow glow out into the dark woods. Unlike you, she had no hydro vision that balanced out with Diluc’s pyro vision so well. She was just a normal girl who lived a very unimportant life.

   Eventually, Donna made it to the wooden cottage where the witch lived. It was so dark and menacing looking ( even with her lantern lighting up the building ). A part of her wanted to turn around and go back into her safe home. However, she would never turn away this chance to make you pay for stealing her precious Diluc away. 

    The woman gingerly approached the rotting wooden door of the cottage and raised her fist, knocking it softly against the door. Donna waited a few seemingly long moments, her heart racing with each fleeting second. Slowly, the door had opened before Donna and a tall, youthful woman stood before her. The woman looked around her mid-twenties and had black hair that flowed from her scalp to beautifully. There wasn’t a single dark curl that was out of place. Glowing yellow eyes peered at Donna as she sized the visitor up. 

    “ Let me guess what you’re here for, one of my varying poisons, no?” The tall woman asked, her voice melting in Donna’s ear. It was so collected and warm - it matched perfectly with the vibe the woman had.

    Donna nodded, “ yes ma’am. I need a poison that’ll kill the woman who seeks to take away my lover,” she answered, her previous rage was bubbling back up in her chest. Donna despised you.

    The witch laughed, raising a pale hand to cover her red-stained lips. “ None of my poisons kill. However, they all are extremely difficult to reverse the effects of. It’ll take far much more than an antidote to wake your victim up from their deep slumber. “ For a moment, the woman disappeared back into her dark cottage. Donna narrowed her eyes, trying to find the woman and see what she was doing. However, it didn’t take very long for the witch to come back to the door. This time, she held a woven basket filled to the brim with apples in her fragile hands.

    “ Here, these will do your job perfectly. Just give one to your victim and watch as your victim chokes on the poison-filled apple and falls into a deep slumber,” she spoke, holding the basket out to Donna. 

    Donna took the basket, holding the handle tightly in her free hand. “ How much do I pay you?”

    The woman shook her head, “ there’s no need for that. I do not require payment, Mora is unnecessary to me. “

    “ Oh- ok. Thank you ma’am, I really appreciate it,” Donna said before the witch nodded and closed the door on Donna - ending their conversation. The brunette smiled slyly as she looked down at the basket with poisoned apples in her hands. Finally, she would get her revenge on you. Making everyone believed you had died and then she would swoop in and be the shoulder Diluc cried on. From there, she would make him fall for her. It was a perfect, foolproof plan.

    Donna eventually made her way back to Mondstadt. She blew out the light on her lantern and slid her hood further down to cover her face. She knew around this time you would just be walking home from Angel’s Share. It was the perfect place to poison you, no one would be awake to see it. 

    She spotted you approaching your house, and Donna began to make her way over to you. “ Y/N!” She called out excitedly, acting as if you two were the best of friends. The woman was excited, not to see you but to see you suffer right in front of her eyes. 

    You turned your gaze to look at Donna, a bright smile adorning your face. “ Donna, hey!” You called out back, making sure to keep quiet and not wake up your neighbors. “ What’s up? Is something wrong?” You asked Donna as the woman approached you.

    “ No... No, nothing’s wrong. I was just out apple picking, people say they’re best picked at night, and I wanted to have you try one. I trust your judgement and wanted your insight on if I should put them in a pie or not,” Donna explained, trying to make sure that you couldn’t tell she was lying about the situation.

    You eagerly nodded. “ Sure, I’d love to! I’m pretty hungry anyway,” you responded, your voice so full of kindness and innocence. For a moment, Donna almost felt bad about doing this. However, she couldn’t risk you getting with DIluc and taking him away from her forever. 

    Donna took the shiny red apple on top and handed it over to you, another wicked smile coming onto her lips as she watched you take the red apple with your hand and hold it up to your lips - taking a large bite out of it.

    An initial taste of sweetness hit your mouth and you were about to tell Donna how good it tasted when suddenly the chunk of apple got stuck in your throat and a new bitter taste emerged. Everything that was in your hands dropped to the stone pavement below you as you lifted your hands to your throat. Trying to cough up the bite of apple that was stuck in your throat. You couldn’t breathe and the bitter taste was getting worse by the second. Your eyes met Donna’s for a brief moment and the friendliness that was once in her eyes got replaced by pure hatred and amusement of your suffering. You felt betrayed, someone you trusted had just fed you a poisoned apple and was smiling about it.

    Diluc, who wanted nothing but your safety, had followed you home. Always staying a good distance away so you couldn’t tell that he was following you. When he turned the corner to look at your doorway, expecting to see you enter your him, his heart dropped when he saw your body stumbling back and a cloaked figure standing before you.

    Donna glanced behind you, her body panicking when she saw a familiar firey red-head rushing in her direction - having just watched the whole thing unfold. She quickly turned away and began sprinting away from the scene. The last thing she wanted was Diluc knowing that she was the one behind the whole thing. 

    Just as you were about to fall backward onto the pavement, losing most of your body strength and consciousness, Diluc had just gotten to you and caught you in his arms. He held you tightly, your back resting on his forearms. He almost though about chasing after whoever did this to you, but the moment his eyes saw your struggling body and pained face any desire to chase your attack vanished. Now, all Diluc wanted was to get you to help. He wasn’t about to see another person he loved so dearly die in his arms again. 

    He lifted you up in his arms, holding you bridal style and he briskly began to make his way to the church. Diluc didn’t know how to help you and he knew that one of the sisters would be there and could get you to Barbara to help. Every step he took, he moved his legs faster and faster - feeling your breathing slow and seeing your eyes start to close. The apple chunk had almost finished dissolving, leaving poison now running into your system. As he ran, flashback’s from his father’s death began replaying in his head. He couldn’t let you die, he wouldn’t let it happen again. 

     Diluc had just barged into church, startling all of the sisters that were inside praying, when you had succumbed into your deep slumber. The sisters had quickly rushed over to Diluc, staring at your seemingly lifeless looking body.

    “ Get Barbara please,” Diluc said, some what annoyed by their lack of action. At once, one of the sisters left and rushed into a side door of the church. Moments later, she returned with Barbara and Acting Grandmaster Jean.

    Jean was startled to see Diluc standing in the church looking so distressed. Until her gaze fell on your body being held tightly in his arms. “ What happened?” she asked as the trio got closer.

    “ I was following Y/N home as usual when I saw her stumbling away from a cloaked figure. When I got to her, she was struggling to breathe and losing all consciousness. Can you help her?” He asked, trying to keep himself composed. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to see him get upset.

    Barbara nodded, “ I can take a look at her. Do you know what the person might’ve given her?” she asked as Jean carefully took your body from Diluc’s arms and held them tightly in hers. After that, she began to carry you to the infirmary. 

    “ No- But I can go back and see if there was anything left behind that would’ve caused this. I’ll be right back, “ Diluc responded back to Barbara. At once, he exited the church and ran back to the front of your house just as quick as he ran leaving there. He looked around on the dark ground, looking for anything that looked like it could harm someone. 

    At first, he almost went back to the church empty handed when the gleam of  a round object hit his gaze. Diluc walked over to the object and crouched down and grabbed the object. Upon closer inspection, it was an apple with a bite taken out of it. He lifted the apple to his nose and inhaled the scent from the bite. There was an overwhelming amount of sweetness, that would’ve masked a bitter smell if Diluc wasn’t used to sniffing out different scents from his wines. He took the apple away from his face, furrowing his eyebrows. There was no doubt that this is what the person used to harm you. The apple was laced with something. Standing back up, Diluc once again made his way back to the church.

    Back inside the church, Jean set you down on one of their open beds. Staring down at you sadly, feeling sympathetic for Diluc. Despite his greatest efforts, Jean knew that he was distressed. The others may not have, but she could see it as clear as a sunny day. Barbara entered the infirmary shortly and took a seat next to the bed you laid on. The younger girl looked at you, studying your body movements. You looked still, as if you were dead, but the girl felt a faint heartbeat. You were still very much alive. 

    The familiar red-head came back to the church, this time bringing an apple with him. “ This was all I found. It’s not a normal apple - there’s an unusual scent on it,” He explained to Jean and Barbara, handing it over to them.

    “ Thank you for bringing this to us. I’ll have Albedo and Sucrose take a look at it later,” Jean said, nodding her head at Diluc. “ If anyone can find out what’s something’s made up of - it’ll be those two. I know you don’t like the Knights of Favonious, but please, put your trust in us this once. We’ll figure out what’s wrong I promise. I suggest you go back home and get some rest, go back to your daily life. It’ll be a while before we can try anything to get Y/N back to good health.”

     Diluc didn’t trust the Knights. They had let him down in a time of need and they could very well do it again. However, he did trust Jean and if she made a promise, she would see that her promise got fulfilled. “ Alright,” he gave in, letting out a tired sigh. “ Please, as soon as you find something out. Let me know.”

    “ I will,” Jean told him, giving the man a tired but honest smile. With that, Diluc said his goodbyes and walked out of the church. 

                                                    _______________

    Albedo and Sucrose eventually came back with the results of their testing they did on the apple. They had discovered that there was a poison inside of it. Not a deadly one, but something to keep a person quiet for a very long time.

    The citizens of Mondstadt took quick notice of your absence everywhere and was constantly asking Knights where you were. So much so, that Jean had to release an official statement that you were currently terribly sick and bed-ridden for a long time. Which wasn’t that far from the truth. Barbara and the rest of the sisters had all tried their hardest to find some antidote for the poison that seemed to ever linger in your system but to no avail. It’s like there was no cure and you were doomed to stay in this state forever.

    As much as Diluc tried not to, he couldn’t help but lose faith in you ever waking up again. Donna had seen his saddened state and couldn’t help but smile to herself, her plan was working. However, as much as she tried to get close to Diluc and be the person he vented to - all of her efforts were for nothing. The man didn't want to talk to anyone that he didn’t have to. Her grand plan had his a wall. Especially when one day Barbara barged through the doors of Angel’s Share, a brand new idea on how to wake you up.

     The blonde approached the bar Diluc was working at, heavy breaths coming out of her mouth due to the fast running she had just stopped doing. “ Diluc... I have... an idea...” Barbara said in between pants. 

    Diluc looked at the Deaconess furrowing his eyebrows at his words. Had she really come up with something that might wake you up? “ What is it?”

    “ You know, in those fairytales about how true love’s kiss is the strongest thing? Well, what if you...” She trailed off, hoping Diluc picked up on what she was saying. It sounded childish, but it worked in every fairytale she read so who says it can’t work now?

    “ You want me to kiss Y/N in hopes that’s what can wake her up?” Diluc asked in disbelief. He set down the glass tankard he was cleaning on the wooden top of the bar. 

   “ Yes, I believe it’s worth a shot.” The two stood across from each other in a long silence. Before Diluc nodded, letting out a sigh. Barbara smiled at his agreement to the idea. Jean was actually the one who encouraged Barbara to bring it up to Diluc, she knew he was desperate and would try anything. No matter how outlandish it seemed. 

    The two made the all-too familiar walk to the church in silence. They entered the infirmary, Diluc frowned at the state of you still under the spell of the poison. He thought for a brief moment that maybe this was all just a hoax and when they arrived at the church, you would actually be awake. However, his hopes were false and this crazy idea Barbara had was really a possible antidote.

     Jean looked up from her pile of work once she heard the footsteps enter the infirmary. She gave Diluc a tired smile and stood up from her seat, stretching slightly. “ Barbara and I will leave you two alone. I do hope this works,” Jean said softly, walking past Diluc and grabbing Barbara’s hand as they left. Leaving only Diluc and your almost still body alone in the room.

    “ This is bizarre,” Diluc whispered to himself as he approached your bed and looked down at you. He leaned down, his face hovering only inches above yours. Slowly, he closed his eyes and closed the remaining distance, connecting his lips and yours. He kept his pressed against your soft ones for a few seconds, resting the palm of his hand on your cheek.

    A few moments passed and he opened his eyes, standing back up. He watched your body for a moment, biting his bottom lip in anticipation as he waited for something to happen. Just as he was about to leave the room in defeat, a twitch of your eyelids made his chest soar with happiness.

    Slowly, your body was starting to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open and the the first thing you saw was the cream colored ceiling of the building you were in. 

   “ Y/N...?” A voiced called out from your side and you slowly flickered your gaze to your right, seeing Diluc standing next to you. His face contorted with disbelief and happiness. You quickly sat up, moving to stand up, when Diluc’s strong arms had picked you up. He pulled you into a tight hug as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

    Diluc held you in his arms for a long time, not wanting to let go of you anytime soon. It felt like hours before he gently unwrapped his arms around you - only pushing you far enough away so he could see your face. The man tenderly put a gloved hand on your face and another on your hip, looking into your eyes with his that were full of love.

    You remembered what had happened that night all up until entering the church. You didn’t know how you woke up or how long it was from Donna feeding you that apple to now. 

    “ Diluc, how did I wake up? What happened after I came here?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

     “ Well, we found out that you ate a poisoned apple, Barbara and the other sisters tried everything to wake you up. Eventually, Barbara came up with the idea of a true love’s kiss...” he trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed about it.  “ That’s what worked.”

    You only nodded, trying to hide the smile that wanted to appear on your face. “ Than you, for waking me up.” You two continued to stare at each other, adoration and love in both of your eyes. Without even thinking, Diluc leaned back down and put his lips against yours. You almost instantly melted into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of his lips being on yours brought.

     “ Oh my- are we interrupting something?” One of the sisters said, startled by the scene that was before her. Diluc and yourself quickly pulled away from each other - your cheeks a matching shade of red.

    “ Uh no... we were just leaving. I wanna get Y/N back home safely now that she’s awake. Tell Barbara and Jean that she’s better now and to visit the Dawn Winery if they wanna ask  her questions or visit her,” Diluc said, taking his hands off of your face and waist and grabbing her hand with one of them.

    Together the two fled the church, unknowing that Barbara and Jean were right there watching as the two lovers were rushing off with each other. The two sisters looked at each other and smiled, it’s always the craziest of ideas that worked out in the end. 

                                                   _______________

     Despite eventually going back to work and living your normal life, Diluc was much more protective over you now. He made you live at the winery with him and would escort you everywhere. Especially if it was at night. He promised that he wouldn’t let history repeat itself. He would keep you safe at all costs. 

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Red

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3680

Warnings: Kink and trauma. You know, in case you forgot whose blog you were on! Night terrors. Non-graphic flashbacks to violence, very graphic smut. Bucky’s head is just not a very fun place? References to brainwashing and torture. Kink discovery, including some hitting/slapping during sex and some power/control fantasies, all within the context of a very happy relationship. It goes down dark but there’s a distinctly soft aftertaste. 

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki and her Decade Under The Influence challenge. My prompt was “The Crimson” by Atreyu. Thanks for always hosting the absolute best challenges, and congrats on the milestone! 

Pre-reads by @thoughtslikeaminefield @mskathywriteswords and @fangirlxwritesx67​. Inspiration from that scene where Sebastian Stan gets slapped. You know the one I mean. 

The companion fic to this will be coming soon! It’s significantly darker and way outside my wheelhouse, but please let me know if you want a tag. 

The Soldier stalks silently down the hallway to the bedroom, scanning the shadows. 

The closet. 

Something itches, deep under the ice: knowledge that closets are for hiding — 

— a small girl, giggling in the back corner of the closet — 

— ready or not, here I come — 

— but those frozen things don’t belong to the Soldier. 

He opens the door and finds the woman on the floor, trying to hide in the darkness. He picks her up by the throat. Moonlight from the open window glints off her wide eyes and the Soldier’s metal hand. She fights back, clawing at his arm uselessly. 

He waits for her to stop struggling. They always do. 

Bucky opens his eyes and bolts upright, gritting his teeth against the sweaty, shivery wave of nausea. 

It takes a moment for the numbing chill of the Soldier’s memory to fade. 

He knows it’s a memory. He lost so many things in the deep emptiness of cryo-sleep, but he couldn’t bury them forever, and now they claw their way out while he dreams. The darkness gives him back his life, one nightmare at a time. 

Sometimes he wakes up screaming. Sometimes he wakes up convinced that the bed under him is soaked with blood, and it takes a few awful seconds to realize that he just sweated through the sheets. Other times he’s paralyzed in the darkness, convinced he’s back in the cryo chamber, and he wants to punch and claw and fight his way out, wants to see the sun again, but he tried that one too many times — he learned his lesson about wanting things. 

At least he didn’t wake her this time. She makes a breathy sound as she stirs, but she’s still sound asleep, and when he inspects his hands in the glow of her night light, there’s no trace of red. 

She got the light about two months ago, when he started sleeping over. She didn’t ask him, didn’t mention it — he would’ve been embarrassed, if she asked, but it helps. She helps. 

He’s goddamn crazy about her. It hasn’t been long, but he knows this is it for him. 

Bucky curls up facing her. Her hair is a mess, and there’s a damp patch of drool on the pillow under her slack mouth, and she’s beautiful. It’s amazing that she trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him. 

He closes his eyes. This time he doesn’t dream.

The end credits of the movie start to scroll down the screen, and she makes a grumbling noise that means she doesn’t want to get up and turn the TV off. Her little apartment is full of the rich smell of whatever she’s got in the oven, and the day has been so sweetly domestic that Bucky wonders when everything will start to twist and distort and go bloody. He must be hallucinating. 

But the hallucinations always had a sort of airbrushed quality to them when they started, an inhuman perfection that felt easy, like he was floating. Right now his stomach is growling, and when she shifts, her elbow digs into his side, and she’s a heavy comforting warmth on top of him. 

The hallucinations were the product of his own brain, which might be why they came back all too quickly when he started to recover his memories. Even when he couldn’t remember his sisters’ faces, he remembered the drug-fueled torture that took place behind his closed eyelids, scenes that started like fantasies and ended like nightmares. 

Most memories from before the fall are weak and hazy, sepia-toned afterimages that overlay the living world like ghosts. Other things bleed through the decades, making it hard to keep track of whose memories he’s seeing. The Soldier’s memories are always sharp and cold, and they’re the hardest to shake off. Sometimes they’re triggered by the present, and it’s always a surprise; he’s stepping into a crosswalk and the past is washing over him like — 

The water from the hose is freezing cold as the handler rinses off the blood — 

— and he’s still staring down at the slushy puddle, but — 

— the Soldier keeps his eyes down, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, watching the red swirl over the cold cracked tile and disappear down the drain, and — 

Bucky has to fight to hold on to the honking taxis and the Brooklyn stink, because the cryo chamber is quiet like a coffin in the last few seconds before he’s frozen into unconsciousness, and — 

— and sometimes he feels frozen even when the dreams dissolve, even when he knows they’re only dreams. 

The frigid paralysis was mental more than physical, for the Soldier, and that’s a hard thing to shake. The raw human parts of him iced over, head and heart numb while his body carried on following orders. 

She sits up and stretches, making her shirt ride up, and he notices bruises on her hips, wrapping around the side. 

“Did I do that?” he asks, voice thin. 

She looks down like she didn’t notice. “Probably.” 

He tugs the waistband of her yoga pants down a little and finds the shape of a handprint, stained purple. She twists to show him a matching set on the other side. They’re more defined on the side he was gripping with his metal hand last night. He feels cold all over. 

“Sorry.” 

“No biggie.” 

He’s too scared to meet her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” 

“What if I asked you to?” she tosses back, playful and easy. 

Bucky doesn’t know how to react to that. He can’t let her see how badly he wants that, so he just freezes like a deer in headlights, forcing himself to go still, to shut down, to say nothing.  

“Whoa, hey, don’t do that,” she says, and she moves into his space slowly, deliberately, giving him time to tell her to stop. He blinks at her, and she smiles, soothing. 

He spent the first month of their relationship waiting for her to turn and run. It’s gotten better, but… 

“Why the hell do you trust me?” he blurts out. 

She frowns, and hesitates, and he wants to reach up and smooth out the little frown line that forms between her eyebrows, but he doesn’t. She curls up against him and kisses his jaw. 

“Would you ever choose to hurt me?” she asks. 

“No.” 

“There you go.” He feels the movement when she shrugs, as if it’s that easy. “You control your choices. That’s it.” 

“But I —” 

“No buts,” she interrupts, and her voice is firm. “I choose to trust you and you don’t get to talk me out of it.” 

Bucky lets out a huff of not-quite-laughter at that. She’s stubborn as hell when she wants to be, and he knows better than to argue. 

“Okay,” he says, and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She settles closer, her breath a warm damp tickle against the side of his neck. 

His body used to be a weapon. 

“You can’t blame yourself for things that are out of your control,” she mumbles, as if she heard him. 

He takes a deep breath and says it again: “Okay.” 

He can see her reflection in the mirror; she bites her lip, teeth white against her bright red lipstick, trying to hold back, but the whimpers are getting louder by the second as he fucks her harder. She’s bracing herself with her forearms on the sink, her entire body shaking with each sharp thrust. 

“Shhhh,” Bucky says, half-laughing, but he doesn’t slow down. 

He’s pretty sure this was her plan all along. They barely made it an hour into the party before she tugged him into the bathroom, and usually he would protest, but he’s been half-hard since he first saw her in that damn outfit. 

She opened the door earlier looking like a pinup, complete with glossy curls and red lips and this dress: flared skirt, nipped-in waist, curves threatening to spill over the scooped-low neckline. He had just stuttered for a few seconds as a wisp of memory cast a sepia glow over her pleased smile. 

He used to have a dog-eared print of one of those calendar girls, and it was tame compared to some that were carried to war, but there was something warm in her smile that made him hold onto it. He used to daydream about her waiting at home, welcoming him at the door, when everything else was heavy and grey. He used to look at her smile when he couldn’t bear to close his eyes, knowing he’d only see blood. They took it when he was captured, of course, but he used to imagine — 

— this, he used to imagine this, the way the skirt is rucked up around her hips and she’s bent at the waist, the way she stretches open around the shiny-wet length of his cock. 

He has a flash of certainty that this is just a fantasy, something he’s imagining desperately as he fucks his own fist and tries not to make a sound, pressing his other palm to his mouth to muffle his labored breathing. He’s picturing this so vividly that when he opens his eyes and sees the stars, framed by the caved-in ceiling of another bombed-out shell of a building, he’ll have to fight back tears of disappointment. 

The sight of her face in the mirror is utterly pornographic, threatening to send him over the edge too soon, but when he looks down, he can see the way her ass bounces and jiggles as she shoves herself back to meet each thrust, and that’s goddamn obscene too. Bucky’s imagination has never been this good. 

She’s so close, too close to stay silent, and just as she lets out a high-pitched, keening moan, there are footsteps right outside the door. 

He reacts instinctively, before he can think better of it; he slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling the sound against his palm — the metal one, he realizes, a split-second too late. 

Their eyes meet in the mirror for one wild heartbeat. Her skin looks dangerously soft under silver fingers that could so easily break the fragile jawbone they grip. 

Then her eyes roll back in her head, and her orgasm blindsides both of them with its intensity. If he wasn’t silencing her, she would’ve shouted, he’s pretty sure; she spasms violently against his grip, writhing like she’s trying to shake him off, and — 

— he imagines her struggling, fighting back, until he pins her against the wall and — 

— it hits him like a gut-punch. He doubles over, curling himself around her as he comes with a rough shocked grunt, and the white-out lightning-bolt electroshock feel of it is so incredible he forgets, for a few seconds; he just buries his face in those curls and kisses the nape of her neck. 

He straightens up and realizes her lipstick is smeared over the metal hand, deep crimson red. 

“God, we’re a mess,” she laughs breathlessly. She turns to kiss him, eyes sparkling, and then they have to clean up, put themselves back together, and he brushes it off. 

It was probably a memory, a ghost whose features he confused with hers in one fevered second. Unwanted memories — 

— dreams — flashbacks — fantasies — hallucinations — 

— invade his reality every day. 

It didn’t feel like a memory, though. 

She smiles, and there’s no doubt in his mind that the smile is real, so Bucky swallows his guilt and smiles back. Her hand is warm in his. 

There’s a knife in his hand and blood on the floor. 

It’s messy, but those were his orders. Easier to frame the mistress this way. At least the carving knife was sharp. Red drips down the blade onto the metal fingers.  

He’s about to place it next to the corpse when he hears the gasp. The mistress had been asleep four minutes ago, but people are unpredictable that way. 

Messy. 

The Soldier pivots, finds her standing in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She’s paralyzed by fear, like a deer in headlights as he stalks closer. Usually they run. Sometimes they fight back. This one just stares. 

“I won’t say anything,” she whispers. “I didn’t see —” He grabs her wrist, and she shrieks, trying to twist away, until he pins her against the wall and holds her in place. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. “No, please, I’ll do anything you want — just don’t kill me! You can — anything, I promise, I won’t struggle! Do you want —” 

“Want” is buried deep under the ice. “Want” is for bodies that are warm and soft and human. The Soldier is a weapon.

He presses the knife into her hand and forces her fingers to close around the handle. She was supposed to be asleep. 

She’ll be blamed, one way or another, but maybe it’s better this way. Cleaner. 

No witnesses. It’s an order. 

Bucky wakes up. He’s trembling, sitting up with his hands twisted in the sheets, but it’s not as bad as it could be. She’s sitting up next to him, one gentle hand on his chest as she watches with wide sad eyes. 

“Sorry,” he chokes out. “Fuck, I hate waking you up.” 

“Almost time anyway,” she says, which is when he realizes that it’s morning. Sunlight is streaming in through the sheer curtains. He settles back against the headboard, taking it in. They’re both naked, with her big downy comforter around their waists, and the residual chill of memory thaws immediately in the cozy warmth of her bed. 

She leans in hesitantly and brushes her lips against his. He can read the worry plain on her face — she doesn’t know what he needs right now — but he tugs her onto his lap, tilts his head back, mouth opening easily under hers for slow lazy kisses that stretch like taffy and then turn deep and dirty. She swears like a sailor as she sinks down slowly onto his cock. 

Christ, she’s gorgeous. 

It must be real. He could never hallucinate something so flawed and incredible as the way she looks naked, the stretch marks under his palms, the calluses on her fingers when she cups his jaw, the way she moans when he plants his feet on the bed and fucks up into her. 

She’s flushed and dewy with sweat, moaning in the sharp bitten-off way that means he found just the right angle, and her thighs are shaking hard enough that he has to grip her hips and hold her steady. He can feel her starting to get close, clenching and flooded around him, when her alarm goes off. 

“Cocksucking motherfucker,” she snarls. 

They both look helplessly at the phone, just out of easy reach on the nightstand. Bucky’s tempted to just ignore it, but she’s already leaning over. She twists at the waist but doesn’t stop rocking her hips down against him, squeezing in little pulses like she can’t help herself, so he settles her more firmly on his lap, holding her weight and anchoring her as she reaches for it. He works his right hand down between them, an awkward angle that’s totally worth it when he can rub her clit with the pad of his thumb and feel her spasm around his cock. 

“Five more minutes,” he suggests breathlessly. 

“Not gonna need that long if you keep doing that.” She trembles and almost collapses before finally grabbing the phone, and she hits the snooze button immediately. 

He’s already rolling his hips, grinding in deep, and he must hit something just right at the same moment she starts to straighten up; it makes her twitch, jerking uncontrollably against him as she moves, and her elbow cracks across his jaw, snapping his head to the side hard enough to rattle his teeth. 

“Shit!” she hisses, and then: “I’m so sorry, I — are you —” 

But the rough throb of pain hit like a swell of heat in Bucky’s gut, making him jerk up into her and shudder with pleasure. He lets his head loll, taking a deep heaving breath and letting it out as a moan. 

It’s not until he tilts his head back to look at her stunned face that he realizes what just happened. His cheeks burn but she doesn’t look disgusted; her eyes go all heavy-lidded and she bites her lip as she starts to ride him again, swiveling her hips. 

He’s opening his mouth to make some excuse, to deny it, when she leans in for a bruising kiss: teeth scraping his lower lip, a whimper rough in her throat, cunt silky-hot and soaked, so good his head is spinning. 

Then she asks raggedly, “Do you want me to do that again?” 

Without even thinking about it, he blurts out, “Yes.” 

Her palm connects with his cheek, a sharp sting that draws a guttural sound from deep in his chest. He moves on pure primal instinct, gripping her hips to slam her down on his cock. 

From there it’s rough and frantic and desperate. He’s only dimly aware of the way she moans, bucking against him, the way they’re moving against each other like animals, the way she bites his lip so hard he tastes copper and then he’s gone, coming so hard his vision goes white with the first intense pulses of it. She shudders as she follows him, riding out the shocks of pleasure with her forehead pressed to his and her hands in his hair. 

He shivers against her, breath hitching as reality washes in like ice water. 

“I can feel you freaking out,” she mumbles. “What, they didn’t have kink in the thirties?”

It surprises Bucky enough that he lets out a huff of laughter. “No. Not exactly.” 

“Why is this freaking you out?” 

He stutters for a second before he manages, “What’s wrong with me?” 

She sits up and looks at him intently. “Fucking nothing.” 

“That should be the last thing I want,” Bucky mutters, cheeks burning. 

“That’s not how it works,” she snaps. “Sex isn’t — it doesn’t always make sense. It’s messy.” 

“I’ve had enough of hurting people for a fuckin’ lifetime.” 

There’s something vulnerable in her sheepish half-smile. “Sometimes your body likes shit it shouldn’t. You can’t control what gets you off. Believe me, sweetheart.” 

He blinks, ready to question that, and she leans in for a quick kiss. As if on cue, her alarm goes off again. 

“Fuck.” 

“I gotta go,” she says reluctantly. “But later — later we’re going to talk about some things. Okay?” 

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it very clearly in that moment: I love you. 

“Okay.” 

The Soldier pins her brutally against the wall, one hand around her wrists, the other around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, just holds her there and savors the thrill; she’s writhing and lashing out at him like a caged animal, but he’s got her and she knows it. 

It’s beautiful, the way she snarls and tries to struggle. 

He wants —

 — so this must be a normal dream, not a memory, but — 

— he wants to fuck her just like this, up against the wall, and —

— his hips jerk and his cock throbs, and — 

— fuck, he wants her. 

“Baby?” Her voice comes out as a sleep-slurred moan. 

He tries to blink away the dream, but instead he’s rolling over and pinning her, rocking his hips down before he can stop himself. She sucks in a breath, spreading her legs to meet the next slow thrust, and she blinks dazedly up at him, mouth dropping open as they rut against each other. 

“What was it?” she asks, raspy and heated. 

He lets out a pained sound and drops his head, hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’s so goddamn hard, so close, all over a fucked-up dream, and — 

��I was holding you — up against the wall. Your wrists.” 

“Yeah?” she says, voice smoky and eager. “Remember what we talked about?” 

“Traffic lights. Red if you want me to stop.” 

“Do it.”  

Oh. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Fuck yes.” 

He snatches her wrists and crosses them over her head, watching the way her lashes flutter at the touch of metal, the way she bites her lip. She shifts under him, squirming until the length of him is slotted up against her slickness and her legs are up around his hips. 

He slides in slow, relishing every inch, her body welcoming him with living dripping heat. She arches up, and he adjusts his grip on her wrists, squeezing slightly as he braces himself. All he wants in the entire damn universe is to drive into her, piston his hips until she’s screaming, but he starts to fuck her with steady even thrusts, holding back, trying to let go of the last lingering doubts. 

“Doesn’t this scare you?” Bucky asks hoarsely. “That you’re trapped.” 

She lets out a moan that sure as hell doesn’t sound like fear. This isn’t a dream any more, but it still feels surreal. 

“Yellow,” she says.  

“Shit. What’s wrong?” He tries to pull away, but she’s got her ankles hooked, keeping him in place with her legs. He lets go of her wrists, at least, and hauls in a deep breath, trying to make sense of that fierce expression on her face. 

“Nothing. I just wanted you to see that you’re in control. You chose to stop.” 

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I did.” 

“Stop punishing your body for wanting this,” she says. 

His breath catches, and for a moment all he can do is stare. She gives him a smile so soft it threatens to rip him open.

Then he curls his fingers around her wrists again — they’re still crossed, right where he left them. He waits for her nod. 

“Green.” 

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