#a gift as a peace making? I dunno

[merry-andrews]

Desire of the Endless with Corinthian;

Dream of the Endless with Corinthian;

@onion-eyed it just occupied my mind since I'd read your 'A Failure of Gravity' story.

#I do love LOVE all your sandman stories❤ they have an especial place in my heart❤ #I couldn't help but think what if Desire wants to keep Cori for himself? like.. he asks Dream to gift Cori to him #a gift as a peace making? I dunno #but he takes Cori anyway because Dream can always have another nightmare gxheucjc #I'm wondering what Dream would react so #hmm #thank you for writing for this fandom and being an amazing person😊💗💗💗💗 #❤❤❤

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

are you still taking recs?? if so could you do another one of the selene’s child x percy hcs?? ever since i read that i was obsessed!!! i love the moon and percy so this would mean everything to me!!

✮⋆˙ percy jackson x daughter of selene! reader blurb

content: percy jackson x daughter of selene! reader blurb warning: none that i can think of author's note: i know i know you said hcs but honestly i don't really want to do parts 2s for hcs bc i make mines pretty long and say pretty much everything i want to say lmao. so i made it a blurb, elaborating on one of the hcs about them breaking into seaworld during the night and sally and paul having to bail them out. oooooo i should have had selene show up to bail reader out bc sally and paul can't since they aren't her legal guardians (dont question it, i make laws now stfu) maybe ill make a part two or something i dunno idk

sally and paul were enjoying a peaceful night in. you should probably note the past tense. estella was over at a friends house and percy had taken you out on a date, something about an aquarium that they hadn't cared to grill him about. the pair were cuddled up on the couch, some movie playing in the background that they didn't care to listen to as they just talked to each other, enjoying the company of their lover more than anything. the house phone rang and they both looked over at it but ultimately shurgged. if percy or estella needed something, they wouldn't even think to call the house phone. sally wasn't even sure percy knew the number. so they let it go to voicemail, which was set to play on speaker, in case it was another call from one of percy or estella's schools or something important.

"Hello. This is a call from The New York City Police Department for inmate Percy Jackson. Say Yes if you would like to accept the call."

instantly, sally and paul were jumping for the phone, basically screaming 'yes' at the damn thing. there was a pause and then a clicking and they could hear the sound of breathing on the other end along with the faint sound of your voice. oh, they were going to kill him for getting their precious moonchild in trouble.

"mom? are you there?" percy asked through the phone and sally sighed out a breath, as he sounded pretty alright.

"percy, why in your father's name are you calling me from the new york city police department?" sally bit into the phone, paul comfortingly rubbing at her back but it was doing little to ease her anger. percy mutter something that sally didn't catch and she was about to rip him a new one when there was a shuffling on the other side of the phone, percy's whining voice growing faint

"shut up, you're just gonna get us in more trouble," your voice hissed, despite trying to muffle the phone sally and paul heard you loud and clear, "percy and i broke into sea world. we would have made it out had somebody not insisted we stop by the gift shop."

"if i ever go to an aquarium and not stop at the gift shop, that's not me, i've been replaced by aliens!" percy's voice spoke, clearly having yanked the phone back from you only for you to tug it back from him.

"we did not go to an aquarium, percy, we broke into an aquarium," you huffed at the boy, but sally could hear the smile in your voice. and she knew you weren't passive in this ordeal. just as troublesome as her son. paul had already grabbed their jackets and her purse, waiting by the door for the call to end.

"okay, listen up, you two, and listen good. this is your one 'get out of jail free card', okay? literally, getting out of jail free. paul and i are going to take the longest way we can, walking at the pace of snails, you hear? you're going to hang out in the jail for as long as i can make happen, got it?" sally stated, firmly and without argument.

"thanks, mom!" percy mused into the phone and she couldn't help but smile at the sound of her son's voice, forgetting for a moment that he was in jail.

"thanks, mrs. jackson!" you followed suit and sally could hear the beaming smile in your voice.

"of course," she sighed into the phone before hanging up, sharing a look with paul before the two burst into laughter.

"sea world?? they broke- they broke into sea world??" cackled paul, struggling to get the words out through his laughs. sally joined him, using their linked arms to keep her upright.

"i've raised an idiot! a complete idiot. goodness, i love that boy," sally hummed, smiling despite herself.

true to her word, it took her and paul nearly two and half hours to reach the police station, when if she had wanted to she could have made it in forty minutes. she and paul walked into the jail, paying the relatively small bail, before being lead back towards the jailcells. sally's heart melted at the sight and she urged paul to take a picture, her hand placed over her heart as she smiled at the sight.

you and percy were slumped against each other behind the bars, matching dusty sea world shirts on. your head was resting against percy's shoulder, your nose slightly scrunched, and percy's head was placed on top of your own, drool slowly dripping from his mouth into your hair. where your two bodies were pressed together, your interlocked hands rested, firmly wrapped and tangled together like seaweed in a torrential bay. or like comets dancing around each other, shooting past a bright moon and going deeper into space together.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

[kkami-writes]

full house ━ chapter two. wc. 2.1k

It’s early morning when you wake up, the sun just starting to rise and rays of sunlight begin to peak in through the curtains. Your eyes flutter open, taking a few seconds to let your brain fully wake up. When you glance over to your left you’re not all that surprised to find a boy in your bed. Well, that’s only partly true as you didn’t know the gender of the ferret from yesterday but you knew that the boy next to you had indeed been the animal from yesterday. It wasn’t hard to tell, what with the small white ears on top of his head or the distinct beauty mark under his eye that had been visible in his domestic form.

Perhaps you should feel shocked or even mad that he had decided to sleep in your bed while as a human but you find yourself not really caring. Instead you’re rather happy that he had finally decided to show his face after keeping you in suspense yesterday, staying only in his ferret form.

So you take the moment to admire the rather pretty boy in your bed who has long black hair that reached down to his neck and plush pink lips. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you startle just a little when his eyes flutter open, directly looking at you.

“Like what you see?” The boy mutters, sleep thick in his throat as he brings a hand to rub away the sleep in his eyes. You’re caught off guard by his words but recover fairly quickly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, just simply wondering why there’s a strange boy in my bed,” He flushes softly at that, moving to cover himself with the covers and you just want to coo at how cute he is.

“Sorry. I just- I dunno. Wanted you to see me to make sure you really knew what you were getting into,” His voice is barely louder than a whisper.

You’re smiling to yourself as you come to pull the covers down just enough to see his pretty face again, eyes blinking up at you.

“What’s your name?”

“…Hyunjin,”

“Well Hyunjin, do you want some breakfast?”

“…yeah, okay,”

As you set the table for the two of you, a simple breakfast of eggs and toast, you see the boy yawn, noticing that his canines are definitely sharper than a normal humans, similar to that of his domestic form.

“You could have slept more, you know?” You say as you slip into your own seat, starting to eat. Hyunjin shakes his head, happily digging into the food you have provided, still feeling rather hungry even though he had indeed eaten the leftovers you had saved for him.

“It’s ok. I can take a nap later,”

The rest of breakfast is spent in silence, mostly due to Hyunjin being too busy stuffing his face. You take a glance at him, definitely noticing that he’s much skinnier than he probably should be, your casual shirt is baggier on him than it is on you. A frown falls on your face at that thought. How long had he been on the streets for?

Once Hyunjin has finished cleaning off his place he murmurs a quick thank you and it’s so soft you almost don’t even hear it. He starts to fidget in his seat a little, anxiety practically rolling off of him in waves as if unsure what to do.

“So. What’s your story? If you don’t mind me asking,” You break the slightly awkward silence between the two of you, though maybe your question wasn’t exactly the ice breaker you should start with.

Hyunjin just shrugs, as if it’s not a very interesting story. “Mm, I was a gift to a ten year old girl. Why they bought a hybrid for a little girl I’ll never know. They pretty much forbid me from being in my human form though so I was reduced to being just a ferret. I only ever got to stretch out my legs when no one was home. That was my life for a few years. Eventually she got bored of me, constantly forgetting to feed me or changing my water. After a while her parents got tired and surrendered me. But instead of doing it properly they just left me on the side of the road somewhere. I didn’t want to go back to a shelter so, I just decided that being a stray was probably better than getting adopted by someone only to be forgotten again,”

A frown tugs at your lips. People could be so cruel.

“So what do you want to do?” You ask simply but he tilts his head, both confusion and curiosity swimming in his eyes. “I mean do you want to stay here? Or you can leave of course. I’m not gonna make you to stay or anything,”

“Wait. You’d let me stay here?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not? As you can tell I have plenty of room so it’s not really a bother,” Hyunjin blinks at you, as if not believing your words. “Again, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna force you into something that would make you feel uncomfortable or worse, trapped again,”

He seems to be rather deep in thought so you let him take the time to process your words. If you’re honest you hadn’t really stopped to think about your own words either, just spewing out what felt right. You had always been someone who went with the flow, to ‘trust the process’. Rarely did you ever look before you leaped. Yet this felt right. If Hyunjin chose to stay, it would be a decision you would never regret.

“So…you would adopt me if I stay?”

“Again, If you want. You could also be independent if you wanted, I’d still be happy to give you a room,”

“I just turned twenty though, I’m not eligible to apply for independence,” You shrug at this, moving to rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

“It’s up to you still, if it makes you uncomfortable I don’t have to adopt you,”

“But! You could get in trouble for having an unowned hybrid,” At this you grin, teeth almost glinting.

“That only makes it more fun, yeah?” Your tone is light so he can clearly see that you are just joking “Seriously, it’s up to you. Whatever will make you happy,” Hyunjin falls into another silence, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Do you want to sleep on it? You don’t have to make a decision now,”

“No!” He startles you with how loud his voice is suddenly, causing him to flush at his own volume. “I mean- no, it’s ok. If…you’re ok with it, I’d be um. Happy if you adopted me. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of me,”

“Then it’s settled. We can go to the shelter tomorrow to fill out paperwork, sound good?”

Hyunjin nods at this before getting up out of his seat, coming closer to you. You blink up at him, curious about what he was doing. Gently he takes your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bandaged finger.

Your cheeks flush a bright red without your permission and you certainly don’t miss the way Hyunjin’s lips curl up just slightly into a smirk at your reaction.

“I’m sorry for biting you. Thank you. For letting me stay. Really,”

The adoption process is easy, thankfully. Since Hyunjin’s previous owners had abandoned him, it was as simple as signing a few papers. In the eyes of the law you were now Hyunjin’s rightful owner but, you had made it perfectly clear to the boy that you did not see yourself as that. He was an equal in your house and you would never treat him as anything less. That he was simply like a roommate to you.

Because of this the boy had insisted on getting a job, wanting to pay you rent or something in exchange for letting you stay with him. The two of you had argued back and forth on the subject, with you not wanting Hyunjin to feel like he owed you and Hyunjin not wanting to feel like a burden. In the end you agreed, only because of those stupid pretty sparkly eyes that stared at you as he begged. That and you felt like it was a good step towards him feeling like his own person, after all, you didn’t want the poor boy to be stuck home while you were off at work.

Yet a week passed by with no luck from Hyunjin’s end. You had come back home from work one day to find the boy at the dinner table, sitting in a chair as his upper body was sprawled across the surface. You had quickly learned that the ferret was rather dramatic, but he certainly added some much needed flair in your life.

You walked over to the boy, petting his head softly to which he nuzzled a little further into your hand. “No luck?”

Hyunjin groans. “No. Either they don’t hire hybrids or the salary just isn’t worth it,” He whines, cheek pressed to the table and a pout on his lips.

“I’m sure something will come along,” You hum out, moving around the kitchen to start on dinner. Hyunjin waddles up from behind you so he can circle his arms around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder. You had learned very quickly that he was very affectionate, something most hybrids had in common. It was the most common reason people adopted one, to have a companion, someone to make your life a little less lonely.

But it was also the main reason people abandoned their hybrids. Too clingy, too needy. If you were honest you were a bit touched starved yourself. Your last relationship had been a few years ago and even then your partners had made you feel bad about it, calling you similar words. So you certainly didn’t mind Hyunjin’s touchy nature.

“What if nothing comes?” Hyunjin’s voice is soft and there’s a twinge of disappointment in his tone A soft sigh falls from your lips before you move to turn in his embrace, letting your own arms wrap around his shoulders. You could tell how bad he wanted this, how much he wanted to feel independent, for his DNA to not be what defines him. He buries his face further into the crook of your neck.

It’s then that the idea pops in your head.

“Oh! Hyun!!!” He startles out of your arms for a second, ever the dramatic ferret with comedically large eyes. Though you suppose your voice was a little louder than usual. “Oops sorry, got a little excited,” You laugh while the boy continues to just blink at you. “Why don’t you just come work for me?”

“Huh?”

“Remember I told you I owned a book cafe? You should just come work there! I don’t know why I didn’t think about it sooner!!” At this, Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle for just a second before he’s frowning.

“But - doesn’t that defeat the purpose? You’d be paying me instead of me paying you for rent,” You frown, nose scrunching up as you try to think of a solution.

“Ok, what about this then. You come work for me and I pay you an actual wage,” Hyunjin opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off with a finger to his plush lips. “BUT. I’ll deduct rent” You say the words with finger quotations and he glares at you. “From your paycheck but still leave you enough that you can spend or save how ever you’d like,” Hyunjin still seems a little hesitant so you pull out your best pout and puppy dog eyes. The boy is practically putty in your hands. “I couuuuuld really use the help now that my seasonal employees have left after the winter season,”

He lets out a huff, seemingly annoyed but the small grin that’s blooming on his face easily gives him away.

“Ok, ok fine! But only because you seem like you reaaaaaaally need me,” his lips quirk into a smirk and you have to hold back from rolling his eyes. Of course he takes the opportunity to one up you.

“I do, I need you sooooooo bad hyunnie,” You’re not one to back down though, continuing your little game, batting your eyelashes for added effect. It seems that you win this round as his face turns a bright red, turning away to hide his flushed cheeks. Hyunjin lets out an embarrassed squeak before skittering off, yelling out to you to let him know when dinner is ready.

You laugh softly to yourself, going back to preparing a dinner for the two of you. Yeah, you think Hyunjin is going to make an excellent edition to your life. previous / masterlist / next full house taglist (50/50) ♪ send an ask or sign up here!: @the-sweetest-rose @heeseungsgf @chaotic-world-of-the-j @gemi-moon @liknws @satsuri3su @borahae-reads @minhwa @hyunestrella @soffieisme @slay-and-gay @inlovewithallmusic @bratty-tingz @foliea @skzhoes @strawberryepie  @0325tiny @royal-shinigami @soulphoenix1618 @scallywag1299 @bumbleellieskz @chocolate-scoups @loverlixie @orchid-mantis-petals @bbokari711 @zonked-times @rubberduckieyourtheone @bluesunshineflower @maliamaiden @everglowdaisies @im-lost-please-help @dreamerwasfound @the-simpy-simp @twistedsiren @beautifulcolorgarden @bangtanmix73 @alnex05 @strayzid @space-nerd1188 @poody1608 @lovestayforev @hanniemylovelyquokka @nykto-philia @yoonrimin @stayconnecteed @bbygrlhannie @minhoie @cutiespaghetti @abbiestearsricochet @ilychee08

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[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

#1389 hob: while you were busy with the gender binary i studied the blade #trans hob #dreamling #my writing #i think after this hob gets to ask his burning questions about how gender works for the endless and dream is just like [meme of marge #simpson holding a potato but it says 'trans and nonbinary people (except desire)'] 'i just think they're neat. #unrelatedly i did have to choose my gender--' and hob's just like 😐......... #[dream a known king of self awareness] #this is like sending someone a casserole when they get home from the hospital except the casserole is gay fanfic XD #a different kind of sustenance... #hope it's okay!! 🥺

[obeymematches]

♡How to keep Satan obsessed♡

Yall been liking my posts from 2021 and it reminded me that i started doing this series-

● Okay the worst thing you can do is try to control him. Tell him what to do and how to do it and that's the last straw before he loses interest. Yes he is very independent and he loves his freedom. Telling him to "text/call when you get there" is also more negative than positive.

● Regarding independence, he also prefers you being your own person, not really depending on him. See you don't have to be a houseowner, you don't have to ask him for permission to spend time together, that's not what I mean, but if you center your life around him he is going to feel overwhelmed.

● He also has a hard time tolerating jealousy. Aren't you grown? Don't you trust him? Why do you have to make a fuss? You are supposed to know him better than this. He would never cheat on you even if his hands are forced to. He doesn't like anyone so if he likes you; you are supposed to feel special & not attack him with things that didn't even happen. Peak stupidity in his eyes.

● Pretending to listen to him but not actually paying attention; instead of that just tell him you don't care, something else is occupying your mind right now and he is being too much. That sounds rude but it is still better than him wasting his breath. He gladly comforts you if you are actually upset; or if you just genuinely don't care it's better that he knows.

● Keep your interactions with people he dislikes to the bare minimum. It might be better for his soul to heal and make peace in the long run - but you are not supposed to force him! You have nothing to do with his beef in any of the cases. Let him be his own man in his own pace. He might never forgive someone and that's also ok! Don't try to change him; but if he needs it be there to support him!

● With him you'll need good communication skills. Being passive aggressive turns him off quickly. Don't even think of the silent treatment. He'll just break up then and there. If you are upset with him/anything and need to be left alone to think for a while, just tell him exactly that! Good communication also includes telling him with your own words that you love and appreciate him! Makes him feel confident! Reassurance is always a good point!

● He definitely enjoys well-thought-of surprises. It could be a handmade gift, doesn't have to be anything extravagant. Just spoil him from time to time, it really does make him feel appreciated!

● idk how to put this but i think he doesn't like horoscopes and crystals as he is trying to be the most rational person to ever exist, so he doesn't like topics like these at all. Personality types are on thin ice also. It's not a total turn-off for him but if you base your entire life around these things he is not going to be interested for long.

● I think it is obvious but he likes his partner to have opinion on lots of things. Hold a proper conversation about intellectual stuff. You don't have to have ambitions or things to achieve in life but if you usually reply "i dunno about that", "never-ever heard of it", that's not gonna end well.

●Yes he is introverted but that doesn't mean he sits at home 24/7 - sometimes he loves going to places, doing and experiencing life, and if he constantly has to nag you to go on a date he is going to get bored fast. It's OK if sometimes you'd rather stay in, don't get me wrong, but literally never going anywhere/only going if he argues about it, is a red flag.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me swd #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x you #obey me satan x reader #satan obey me #obey me hc #obey me hcs #swd obey me #omswd #omswd satan

[r0mantic-f00l]

had thoughts about muggle!sirius and reader in modern world, so I wrote it. hope you guys enjoy!

Paradise

Gold rays of sunlight slips through the opened windows, the forgotten curtains flowing gently as the breeze whispers against them, a welcome chill entering the room as birds chirp their morning melodies. The sky is a bright blue, an indication that the Sun has been awake for a while now, refreshed and ready to smile upon familiar faces.

You are laying in bed, relaxing in the softness of the cushion beneath your head, the firmness yet comfiness of the mattress beneath your body, but most of all, basking in the feeling of your boyfriend's arm strewn across your waist, his breath on your neck.

In truth, you have been awake for a while, perhaps since 8am, but your body refused to leave personal heaven, and you knew you would hate yourself later for disturbing the serenity of this scene if you did get up.

Sirius snores softly behind you, making you grin. He has always been one to wake up late and stay up late. Unfortunately for you, that means you have to stay up late too because your boyfriend can't stand when you go to bed at a different time than him.

It doesn't feel right, he says. For him to go to sleep, he needs to have a whispered conversation, a kiss or two, then finally he needs to watch you go to sleep first, knowing that you're at peace in his arms.

He is quite sweet, really. Annoying, but quite sweet.

Disturbing the peace, an alarm rings out into the air, making the two of you groan as Sirius lifts his arm off your waist and wafts it around until he feels his phone (with his eyes still closed) and switches his alarm off.

"Sorry, darling." He murmurs with his groggy voice, a soft peck gifted to your shoulder blade as he settles back into his previous position.

"Hmm, it's OK." You hum, snuggling closer to Sirius' warmth.

"What time is it?"

Sirius shrugs.

"Dunno."

You sigh, though you are amused in your boyfriend's lazy antics.

"Maybe you should check the clock then?"

Sirius groans, yet he still moves again, opening his eyes this time to switch on his phone, which lays on the bedside table, to glance at the clock.

He places it back down again, and turns to your body once more, closing his eyes.

"It's quarter past 10."

You yawn.

"Weren't you supposed to be in work half an hour ago?"

Sirius nods, though you can't see, but you know his answer anyway.

"Yeah."

He moves again, lifting up his phone and dialing a number.

You turn to face him, staring at him as his hand rubs over his face, waiting for whoever he called to answer.

"Hello?" His groggy voice makes you grin.

"Yeah, hi, it's Sirius, Sirius Black." He clarifies, yet it isn't necessary as the person on the other line knows who the voice belongs to; the person has heard the croakiness a dozen times by now.

"Yeah, I'm not coming in today. I got a cold."

You smile widely, resting your head on his chest.

"Again, yeah. Well sorry Brenda but I can't help it when I'm sick, you know."

His attitude makes you snicker, hiding your face in his chest as Sirius grins at your amusement.

"Yeah, I'll see you on Monday. Bye."

He hangs up, tossing his phone on the bedside table as your laughter grows louder, allowed to freely laugh as loud as you want without Brenda hearing you.

"What did Brenda do to deserve that attitude?" You rest your chin on his chest, your entire body laying on top of his as Sirius' arms snakes their way around your waist, his eyes gazing down at you as his smile only grows in that charming, Sirius Black way.

"She questioned me, like I'm purposely missing work."

"Well, you are purposely missing work."

"She doesn't know that!" Sirius argues, making you laugh, and it appears as though the room has turned more golden in the wake of your joy. Or maybe that is just Sirius' lovesick gaze.

"You do know that you might be sacked? I mean, you're going to have to go back into work at some point if you want us to keep living here."

Sirius brushes his hand through your hair, a normal action that still makes your heart jump and your cheeks ache with a smile.

"It's fine, worse comes to worse I'll make my money on the street."

You tilt your head, a perplexed yet amused grin on your face.

"On the street?"

"Yeah, I'll parade around in that tight little black skirt you got, show off my ass to dodgy strangers with money."

You giggle, making your boyfriend chuckle as well.

"You do have a nice ass."

"Thank you, my love." Sirius drags you gently up his body and nuzzles your nose before giving you a soft kiss, making you melt in his arms as his hands hold your face, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he pulls away and smiles as if he is in true paradise.

He really is in true paradise, his paradise.

"So what's on the agenda today, Siri?" You ask, a soft murmur but due to your close distance, Sirius still hears it.

"Well, I was thinking of making you breakfast in bed first."

"Hmm, what would you make me?" You sit up, straddling his lap as Sirius stares up at you like you're his angel, his goddess.

"Pancakes with blueberries and syrup?"

You nod, grateful that your boyfriend knows you so well.

"After breakfast in bed?"

"Hmm, maybe sex?" Sirius sits up, a magnetic force pulling him close to you as he grins cheekily, delighting in your laughter.

"OK, and after that?"

"We watch the news, catch up with the rest of the world, then sex again,"

"Right, then after that?"

"It'll be teatime so I'll order takeaway and we watch a film."

"..No sex?"

"Oh no, definitely sex afterwards."

You giggle, rolling your eyes at the reminder that your boyfriend is indeed a boy. But you can't help but think that your day will be a very good day.

Sirius grins. "Sounds good?"

You nod. "Sounds perfect."

He blinks and his eyes turn soft for a moment, love filling up and bursting out, as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear, his other hand holding your waist.

"I love you. So much." He whispers before kissing you, gentle and soft, like he wants to savour the serenity he feels with you not just in this moment, but always.

You pull away, resting your forehead on his as your hands run up his arms and snakes their way into his hair, running your fingers through his long, soft black waves.

"I love you too."

Sirius smiles, but with a mischievous glint behind his eye, his usual look, before flipping you over and kissing you with such passion, though with not as much passion as he would like due to your laughing fit, so he moves his kisses to your neck, smiling against your skin as he feels the vibrations of your laughter, the giddiness and love overtaking him too.

This really is paradise.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #marauders #marauders era #muggle reader #muggle au #harry potter #wizarding world #young sirius black #x reader #sirius black fluff

[tojigasm]

dilf!jake being obssessed with human!reader part 2 <33

You notice it when he starts taking naps on your blankets and nuzzling himself into the thick of your stuffed animals or small toys he's made for you. The scent of him follows you everywhere and it becomes evident who you belong to when you're around other na'vi. Having Toruk Makto as your unofficial boyfriend was something not to be taken lightly.

It was in subtle moments that you noticed it; the way other na'vi would turn away from you, going out of their way sometimes when you walked through the clan, even bringing you small gifts.

you were interested in what shifted around the na'vi to say the least. Spending time in the mirror of your bedroom in the lab looking over yourself for any noticeable changes.

Jake was sat on your bed, throwing one of your stuffed animals in the air, "What're you doin' over there?"

"Do I look any different to you?"

the question caught him off guard, pulling him to sit up in the cramped space, "what?"

"do i look any different?" you repeated, eyes locked on his amber ones.

Jake took a few seconds to look you over before shaking his head, "No, why?" he made his way over to you, kneeling down next to you, "Did'ja swallow a face changing pill or somethin' dumb like that?"

hitting his chest playfully you roll your eyes, "No, I just- I dunno. I feel like the other na'vi have been being weird around me." you turn to look up at him, even kneeling he had an advantage over you.

Jake cocks a brow at that, "How so?"

you look back at the mirror, pursing your lips, "M'not sure how to explain it. they're being like overally nice, like moving out of the way when im walking or bringing me presents randomly. It's just different and i dont understand."

You don't miss the way Jake's eyes widen in the mirror at that, turning to see him smiling at you sheepishly.

"What did you do?" you whine, throwing your head back

"Nothing, nothing, i swear!" he brings his hands up in defense, "I just, y'know..." he sighs, folding under your hardened gaze, "Okay! maybe i scented some of your clothes and stuff-"

"Jake!"

"I know, I know." He rolls his eyes with a huff, pushing his hands to his knees as he stood up, immediately hitting his head on the roof of the lab.

Laughing you point at him, "That's what you get."

—

And it's when Jake drags you back to his place within the forest, some of the younger Omatikaya gather to watch the two of you.

Their eyes make you hide behind Jake as he moves through the crowd, keeping his hand locked with your own, moving deeper into the forest.

Jake's home is beautiful, a family hammock strung with vines and forest flowers that shimmer under the light.

"Oh, it's so pretty!" You squeal, dropping Jake's hand to run your hands over the threaded roof. As you wander around the hammock, you find small toys littered around the place, and you're suddenly reminded of Jake's family.

Turning to look at him, you gasp, "Jake, I shouldn't be here."

He only shakes his head, moving to kneel in front of you. Cupping your cheek in his large hand, he kisses your forehead. "Listen, kid..." His amber eyes search your own for a second and he sighs, "I–"

"Daddy!"

You turn around to see three young na'vi run towards Jake, brushing past you to throw themselves into his hold.

Jake snuggles himself into them with a hearty laugh, rustling their hair and kissing their cheeks as they squeal and giggle in his arms.

The sight makes your heart flutter and you can't help but imagine a family of your own with the na'vi. Though you knew it was most likely impossible, you still longed for a soft peace like that.

You took step back only to run into something hard. Immediately you looked up to see Neytiri, she'd been holding a fourth child to her chest.

"M'sorry," you stepped away from her, letting her move past you. She didn't say anything, rather only made her way deeper into the hammock to settle the younger child.

You hadn't noticed Jake behind you until a large hand came down to stroke the dip of your lower back.

"I think she already hates me." You shrugged through a weak scoff. With a soft voice, you continued "Jake, i really don't think this a good idea–"

"Shhh," Jake shook his head, taking your hand in his, "She's not mad, she's checking you out." He pulled you into the forest, "she's trying to figure out whether or not you'd be a good mate," he continued on, helping you over large rocks and fallen trees, "she's tryin' to phsyce you out a bit." Jake brought you up to sit you on a log so that you were eye to eye with him.

"I don't know, Jake. She didn't seem very happy with me."

Jake only rolled his eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand he brought you in for a gentle kiss. "Listen, she's not mad." You still didnt look convinced, "Trust me, I would know."

With a deep sigh you dropped your eyes to your hands, cracking your knuckles nervously, "I guess so." You shrugged.

Jake caught your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, lifting your head to meet his eyes, "I wouldn't lie to you, sweetheart." He searched your eyes for a second, "I oughta' put you over my knee for not listenin' to me though," Jake laughed softly before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He let himself look you over, two big hands resting on your soft thighs as he settled himself between your legs. Jake kissed at the soft of your neck, nuzzling into your jaw as a large hand slid down to cup at your heat. "Gonna let me stretch y'out one day, pretty girl?" He teased, laughing at your shivered moan.

Jake pulled away abruptly at that, helping to place you back onto the ground. He linked your hand with his own, "c'mon, let's get you home, kid."

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #dilf jake sully #avatar

[lunagojo]

Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 3!)

a/n: A late Valentine's Day gift for you all <3 Hope you all enjoy!

Featuring: Tomura Shigaraki, Yuuji Itadori, Shoto Todoroki, & Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings: Tomura being...Tomura, Endeavour being a jerk

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Tomura Shigaraki

“Ugh, I’m not a baby. You go on to bed. I gotta get to level 60.” Tomura whined, grumbling as he thumbed at his controller.

“You’re gonna collapse from exhaustion, Tomu.” You replied, folding your arms.

The villain snorted, his eyes still fixed on the television screen. An RPG was what he was playing, of course. One of his favourites. “You sound like Kurogiri.”

With a huff, you walked over to him and maneuvered yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He grunted and muttered a few choice words as you did so, but didn’t push you away. He readjusted himself and then continued to play his game.

“…You’re so clingy, you know that, right?” Tomura stated, his eyes narrowing.

“Mhmm. I know.” You replied. “If you aren’t gonna come to bed and cuddle me then I guess I should just cuddle you here.”

“You’re just gonna fall asleep and I’m gonna have to carry you to bed eventually.” He sighed, shivering a little as you nuzzled at his shoulder. “Fuck, I lost.” He grumbled, pursing his chapped lips.

“You’ll get it next time, Tomu.” You assured, running your hands along his back slowly.

“You’re distracting me.”

“Oh am I? The greatest villain in all of Japan getting distracted by little old me?” You batted your eyes at him playfully.

“Shut up,” He said back, but there was no malice in his voice. A small amount of pink had crept into his cheeks. You both fell into a comfortable silence then, the only sound being the effects coming from Tomura’s video game.

A few minutes passed like that until you murmured, “Tomu.”

“Hm.”

“I love you, I hope you know that.”

The ‘Game Over’ sound rang out from the TV. He had stopped playing, sitting stiffly after you said that. A part of him thought he had misheard you. How, how could you love someone like him? You were an angel to him, so kind and patient and caring…you wanted what was best for him.

“Tomu?” You asked, looking up at him.

He glanced back down at you before sighing, finally wrapping his arms around you and letting go of the controller. “Dunno how.” He uttered at last, but then pressed a gentle kiss to your head. “…I love you too, weirdo. Now let’s go to bed.”

Yuuji Itadori

Watching movies with Yuuji was something that never got old, he always made it an event with you. Fridays were designated movie nights, and he went all out, every single time. Yuuji would go buy snacks, rent multiple movies, and set up a pillow fort, each and every time. You didn’t have to lift a single finger.

“C’mon, Y/N! It’s movie night!” He called to you, dragging you by the hand into the basement. Your heart melted at the sight of all the effort he had gone to just to make this a fun evening for you both. As you two snuggled up together under the pillow fort, which was smaller than usual (so you two were smooshed up against each other). Of course, one of the movies HAD to feature Jennifer Lawrence.

You rested your head against Yuuji’s chest, hearing his heart beat soundly in his chest. He had a wide, peaceful smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the screen. His arm was wrapped around you firmly. If anyone had seen you two like this, they would have immediately assumed that you two were together. But you were just friends…right? He was cute and kind and silly…and he was so sweet to you, he cared about you. And you didn’t notice how his gazes lingered on you, how his smile grew wider when you were around, how he laughed harder when he was near you.

The movie ended and you made to get up and put the next one into the DVD player, but Yuuji grumbled and held you tightly to him. “No, not yet.” He said softly. “S’cold without you.”

“Yuuji…”

“Please?” He looked at you with his patented puppy dog eyes, a small pout forming on his lips.

“Okay.” You conceded, lying back down beside him. He nuzzled into your hair, closing his eyes.

A wave of emotion came over you suddenly. You didn’t want anybody else to see him like this, to hold him like this. Before you could think, you said: “Yuuji, I love you.”

His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head, his eyebrows rising. “Huh? Did I hear that right? You mean it??”

You blushed, nodding. “Mhmm. I’ve loved you for a long time and…I don’t know, I guess I just can’t hold it in any longer.”

His lips spread into a giddy, happy grin, his arms snaking around you and pulling you close to him again. His lips brushed your forehead as he muttered back, “I love you, too, Y/N. I always have.”

Shoto Todoroki

“I’m sorry about that whole…thing,” Shoto said quietly as he walked you home. You had been invited by Fuyumi to have dinner with the Todorokis, and it had not been a very pleasant event. Endeavour wasn’t exactly the most welcoming toward you, seeing his son’s interest in you. He didn’t think you’d be a good match, considering your quirk was not something that he considered to be powerful.

“It’s okay, Sho.” You tried to assure him, giving him a wary smile. “Your sister is an amazing cook, and Natsuo’s so funny!” You attempted to assuage his worries, purposely avoiding mentioning his father.

Shoto glanced at you, his hands in his pockets. “My dad, though…”

“Like I said, it’s fine, Sho.”

“No it isn’t. It isn’t fine to me. I won’t have him trying to control who I spend time with, especially when he doesn’t even know you.” He looked down at his shoes, “He doesn’t know how wonderful you are.”

You felt heat creep up into your cheeks at that statement as you two rounded the corner to your street. “Here, it’s dark. Hold my hand,” Shoto offered, taking your hand in his. You were on his hot side, so his palm and fingers were warm to the touch. But his grip was soft and gentle.

You walked a few houses down until you reached your door. Stopping out front, Shoto reluctantly let go of your hand, watching as you got out your house keys.

“Um…I’ll see you later, then, Y/N. I’m sorry again.” He turned, making to head off into the night.

“Wait, Sho?”

He paused, turning back to look at you.

You smiled, “I love you.”

His eyes widened, a heavy blush spreading across his cheeks. He didn’t even realize that he was walking toward you until you were right in front of him and his lips were on yours. To see his family, to not be afraid of what his father had to say, to still love him regardless…he couldn’t let you go, now.

Breaking the kiss at last, he smiled tenderly at you. “I love you, too.”

Katsuki Bakugou

"Stupid dumbass idiot extras don't know a good fuckin' hero when they see one." Katuski grumbled as he walked into your room. He was still decked out in his hero gear, though he was a bit scuffed up. You were perched on your bed, eyebrows rising as he flopped down on a nearby chair.

"I take it the rescue didn't go all that well?" You asked, canting your head.

"Nah, it went fine. We saved everyone, but of course shitty Deku and Icy Hot got all the admiration n' credit. Everyone keeps sayin' I'm too fuckin' aggressive or something." He huffed, throwing off his gauntlets.

"Really? You're too aggressive?" You asked sarcastically, resting your cheek in your hand.

"Shut up, dumbass." He barked back quickly. "M'not in the mood for your attitude."

"Katsuki...do you ever think that maybe hero work isn't always about being admired or fawned over? D'ya think maybe that it's actually about SAVING people?" You rolled off your bed, going to stand beside him.

He didn't say anything back.

You sighed, shoulders slumping. "Why are you even here, Kats? You have your own dorm room."

"...Wanted to fuckin' see you."

You put your hand to his forehead. "Hmm, are you feeling alright? Did I just hear that correctly? You wanted to see me?"

"Don't make me say it again, dumbass." He snapped, swatting your hand away.

You knelt down, your expression softening as you removed his eye mask. "For the record, I think you're a great hero, Kats." You told him, smiling.

"You're just sayin' that." He grumbled in reply, but the slightest tinge of pink was in his cheeks.

"No, I mean it," You said.

"You don't have to put up with my shit, y'know," He said suddenly, looking down. "I dunno why you stick around with me."

"Because I love you, Kats." You replied quickly, not realizing that you had just admitted your feelings for him.

He blinked at you, his red eyes wide. "What the fuck did you just say?!"

"I--uhhh..." You went scarlet and swallowed, your mouth dry suddenly. You didn't get much of a chance to say anything further, because Katsuki grabbed your face and pulled you into a tender (but a bit rough) kiss.

"Wha..." You gasped when you broke away.

He rolled his eyes. "...Damn, I love you, too, stupid." His words were harsh, but his voice was soft and the tips of his ears were red. "Though I wish you woulda waited until I wasn't a fuckin' mess to tell me."

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #yuuji itadori #jjk #jjk x reader #yuuji x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Birthday Gift

This fic was requested by one of my lovely wattpad readers for her birthday on July 14th. Happy birthday to her!!🥳

Enjoy!

How sad it was having to work on your birthday. Luckily your boyfriend, Ruben, came to pick you up once your shift ended.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked. You had already celbreated a little bit before you left for work this morning. Ruben made you breakfast in bed this and let you open his present, a charm braclet with a golden key as it's first charm.

"Well they made me this at worked." You showed him the bag of pastries you got from your colleagues. They made a wide selection of pastries for you to enjoy on your birthday. "Maybe we could find a nice place to enjoy them, just the two of us?"

"Sure. I know a place we can go."

You weren't too keen on parties where you were supposed to be the center of attention. Ruben was the same. He enjoyed peace and quiet and you two often spend your days together snuggled up on the couch, watching a marathon of movies. It wasn't much, but it was how you liked it. Just you and Ruben, in your own little bubble.

"What's this place?"

He had driven a bit outside of the city, to a little town with a big lake in the middle of it.

"I come here sometimes to relax." He said, parking the car on a hill that overlooked the small houses and the lake that sparkled in the sun.

"Hmm. A bit random don't you think?" You brought out the bag of pastries and picked the one you wanted to eat first. Ruben was a bit more hesitant, perhaps not wanting to make such a mess in his car.

"You don't like it?"

"The view?"

"No, the town." He said, with a strange look on his face.

"I dunno? What so special about it?"

To you it looked like a typical english town with houses covered in red tile rooftops, a town center, a local school and plenty of green agriculture surrounding the area.

"I thought it'd be a great place to live someday."

"You want to live here?" You chuckled.

"Yeah, what's so funny about that?" He sounded a bit offended by your reaction.

"Nothing baby, but you of all people rather live here than in Manchester or Portugal of all places?"

"Yes. It's a great place for us to live. It's close to Manchester and..."

"Us?" You stopped him there, unsure if you heard him right.

Ruben looked to bite his tongue.

"You said us, right? Or was I mistaken?"

He turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"Ruben, what's the matter?"

His eyes searched your face, perhaps unsure if he should tell you or not.

"Ruben please, you're kind of freaking me out." You chuckled.

"Promise not to do that."

"Do what?" You had to tilt your head as his eyes had diverged from yours. "Ruben please tell me what's going on?" You had never seen him like this, so anxious and easily agitated.

"What I'm about to show you..." He said. "Just promise me that you won't freak out."

"I won't. I promise."

He sighed and turned the keys to start the car. You were off for a silent drive through the little town, not stopping until you arrived at a small community of houses.

"We have to walk from here." He said, silencing the engine, unbuckling his belt. You did the same and followed him.

He held your hand leading you through the lovely neighborhood with a beautiful set up of houses. However there was this particular house that still looked like it was under construction. To your surprise Ruben stopped just in front of that one, searching his pocket for a key which he handed to you.

"Happy Birthday." He said, but not with as much energy as this morning.

"You bought me a house?"

"Yes. I bought you a house." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Ruben, but why?" You turned to look at him, unsure of what to say. You had so not expected this.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Because I love you."

You leap forwards, hugging him. "I love you too, but I could never afford to buy you a house. It's too much Ruben." Tears had begun to flow, but mostly because anyone surprising you with such a gift would make you emotional.

"Do you want to take a look inside?" Ruben looked down on you, smiling.

You perked up to kiss his lips. "Yes, let's go inside."

It was a castle compared to any place you've lived in before. There was a giant porch with an equally giant backyard. Ruben even showed you a blueprint of the plans to build a pool out there.

"Ruben, this house is too big for just the two of us." This is what he had meant by "us." The house would be a home for the two of you to share.

"I know." He said. "But by the time the house is done maybe it won't be just the two of us anymore?"

You froze, a ray of butterflies entering your stomach. "You mean...?"

Ruben shrugged. You two stood in the middle of what would be the living room and it was almost impossible not to imagine little feet running across the wooden floors, making a mess of things as children often did.

"You want to have children with me?" You failed to hold in another flood of tears. Ruben closed the distance between you, grabbing your hand and kneeling down before you. "It would be your choice of course. Just like it is my choice to ask you to marry me."

"Ruben."

You watched him pull out the little black jewelry box out of his back pocket. He pulled the diamond ring out of the box, ready to dress it on your finger, but first he needed to hear the words that would allow him to do so.

You nodded your head and weeped. "Yes Ruben. Of course I will marry you!"

He put the ring on your finger, rose to his feet and picked you up, twirling you around in his arms. Your eyes were filled with tears and it felt like you could go on crying forever. He set your feet back down to look at you. "I love you." He said, in the same way he always did, but this time it was like he spoke directly to your heart, your heart that belonged to him now.

"I love you too." You cried. "...and this gift, the best birthday gift I could have ever received."

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #football imagine #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football

[strangelittlestories]

Ever since I rose from the pseudo-dead to find Britain in its time of direst need, I have found myself prone to occasional fits of melancholy.

(Not that I’m bitter. Oh no. I’m thrilled to find myself alone, barring the company of a sentient oversized steak knife, subbing for dear-old-daddy Arthur’s destiny.)

These occasional funks are perhaps to be expected. After all, the experience of being a spirit subsumed by the earth was a dreamlike and peaceful quasi-non-existence. Don’t get me wrong, I kept myself informed of all your drama … but when you’re getting your news by slowly subsuming the brains and bones of the deceased, it kinda comes one step removed.

It was *nice* to have that emotional disconnect. To have a bit of a buffer from the trials and tribulations of inhabiting an organic body with screaming nerves and chemicals rushing about to yell about *feelings*.

Even in the information age - when phone lines and broadband cables began dumping data into the earth - it was a pleasant phantasmagoria of media and gossip.

So waking up in a fresh flesh form, with all that messy live-streamed molecular input … it was a bit of a rollercoaster to readjust. And, if I’m being honest, I don’t think I ever really got a handle on it the first time.

So … yeah, it came with these intense bouts of listless sadness. They felt like, I dunno, like you wandered into a thick fog, but it’s not really fog. It’s a bruise on the face of reality, all purple and yellow and blotchy and sore … and you’re in the middle of it.

And, sure, that feeling is probably par for the course. The surprising bit - and I blame all the memelords I absorbed through the wires for this - is that when I’m feeling this way, I get weirdly *punny*.

Like, the other day, I was thinking about how annoying it is to be stuck with Excalibur, right? This asshole - aside from being remarkably talkative for a shined-up chunk of ore - is a constant reminder of all the family baggage.

And I was thinking:,isn’t it funny that my dad’s ex-girlfriend, a powerful fae and spirit of literal destiny, gifted him a sword called Excalibur.

As if to say to his future partners: I got him a whole-ass magic sword that proclaimed his fate as the one king to rule them all. That’s the ‘calibre’ of ‘ex’ that you’re dealing with, so suck it Guinevere.

(Get it? Ex-calibre?)

Then I wondered: what if dad only dated the Lady for the magic sword?

I guess that’s human men for you. They only want one thing. They’re always just trying to get blade.

…and, inexplicably, wordplay like this makes me feel *better*. And not, y’know, like a monster of the highest order (which, let us not forget, a lot of people think I am).

Wild.

#writing #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #puns #feghoot #more mordred fic #ma boi mordred #arthuriana

[tinyboobsbignipples]

Insomnia.

Reader has trouble sleeping.

Abby Anderson x Reader

Word count: 1058

Warnings: Sfw. Established relationship. A very slight and tiny hint toward sex. Not proofread. Pet names used instead of y/n. Babe, bun, love. Reader referred to as girl.

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Your eyes watched the night sky. A faint breeze came through your open window. Every so often Abby would cuddle closer to the pillow she was holding when a cold gust of wind would fly through the room. You smiled to yourself seeing as the pillow was practically being crushed by Abby's strong arms. You were once in the pillow's place. After laying in bed for what seemed like hours you quickly replaced yourself with the pillow in hopes of not waking Abby. Usually, she would wake up when you removed yourself from her embrace but today she was extremely tired so you got lucky in not interrupting her slumber.

Now, you were sitting below the window ledge, you were positioned on your knees which were currently cushioned by your favorite pillow, blocking you from the hard floor. Your back was stretched as far as it could go and your forearms were against the ledge while your cheek was smashed into the back of your hands. You loved looking at the stars. It was always so peaceful at night. You looked at the clouds. You could only tell that they were there if you focused your eyes on them. As your eyes danced from star to star you began to hear the sound of your puffy comforter moving around. Your quickly turned toward your girlfriend.

The tired blonde had a confused expression on her face as she began to realize you weren't laying next to her. She searched around the bed, her sleepy state making her mind take a few seconds longer to fully register that you weren't in bed. "Babe?" Her raspy voice asks although it could have easily been mistaken for a random groan. "I'm right here." You call out. She looks up to you and her shoulders instantly relax seeing as you're okay and still in the room with her. "What are you still doing up, bun?" Abby asks. "I can't sleep." You respond simply and look back up at the moon. "Looking at the sky again?" She asks. "Mhm," You hum with a slight nod. "The stars seem brighter tonight for some reason."

Abby lays back down and stares at the ceiling. You both know that she won't be able to fall back asleep unless she is able to feel you. The silence that filled the room was interrupted by a sigh from Abby. "Do you want to come up here or am I gonna have to go down there with you?" Abby asked as she propped herself up on her forearms. She knew all too well about your insomnia and she was sure you had tried to fall asleep many times before you decided to get up and sit on the floor. "I dunno." You responded. You looked at the clock. 4:38 am. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything." You mumbled referring to a book Abby had gifted you not too long ago. While she was out she found a book full of methods to help insomniacs sleep. However, none seemed to help your case.

"I'm sorry, bun," Abby said. You moved from your perched position and laid down on the bed next to Abby. "Can we stay awake together?" You ask as you look into her eyes. "Yeah, we can. I'll stay awake while you're still up." Abby yawned. "What do ya' wanna talk about?" Abby asks knowing that conversation always manages to get a yawn out of you. "I dunno." You say making Abby chuckle slightly. "Well, what's on your mind?" Your girlfriend asks you. You take a second to respond, trying to think of an answer. "I was just looking at the stars. My thoughts were kind of, I don't know, frozen? I guess. Like I wasn't really thinking? I don't know how to explain it..." You sigh. "... Do you think it's too late for me to go to bed? Should I just wait for the morning?" You ask.

Abby turned her head to look at the clock even though no matter what time was shown Abby would have given you the same answer. "You need your rest, love. You know how you get when you're low on sleep." You sighed knowing Abby was right. You scoot closer to Abby, resting your head on her chest. Your arm wrapped around her torso and you threw your leg over hers. Her strong arm wrapped around your body securing your position. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you lay there with each other. Neither of you said anything. A few minutes passed by and you were almost sure she had fallen asleep but to your surprise, she spoke up.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The blonde asks. You shook your head 'no.' Her hand trailed down to the waistband of your shorts. Her fingertips toyed with the elastic. You giggled at her silent suggestions. "No." You grinned. "No?" Abby asked. With the tone of her voice, you could tell she was smiling. "I think that's a first." She joked and removes her fingers that were tucked under your waistband and moved them to your waist.

"Shut up." You yawn and push your head further into Abby's chest. With her free hand, she moved a strand of hair that was covering your face. "That's my girl." She praised as you yawned into her chest. You blush at the girl's words. She kissed your forehead again and began rubbing your back. You close your eyes and focus all of your attention on Abby. The way her hand was slowly but surely hiking up your thin t-shirt with the way her hand was going up and down your back. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. Your breathing was in sync with hers. You focused your hearing on the sound of her breath and her soothing heartbeat which was right below your ear.

Soon enough you let sleep take over you. Abby wasn't sure when exactly it happened but it was now 5:12 am. She fought sleep for as long as she could. Every time she felt her eyes closing she lifted her eyebrows in an attempt to lift her heavy eyelids. She kissed your forehead once more then finally let herself fall asleep with the morning sunrise peeking through the window.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x you #tiny writes #tiny writes abby anderson #tiny writes tlou #tiny writes fluff #tiny writes abby anderson fluff #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #tlou2 fluff #im half asleep typing this

[redcoralpot]

Hii, if you don’t mind, could you do a smut Drabble of Peter Parker(any) x Top!FTM reader?

The readers been super dysphoric lately so Peter(being the great boyfriend that he is) buys him a strap-on with a realistic, skin textured dildo, one that also stimulates the readers t-dick. He tells the reader to put it on and Rides y/n. y/n thanks Peter in between moans for the gift and kiss while y/n blows peters back out till they both orgasm and he feels less dysphoric in the end?

I implemented some safety educational things in here, I hope you don’t mind! <33

Warnings: NSFW (18+), dysphoric breakdown at the beginning.

Word Count: 2.1K

Peter Parker (3) X FTM Reader - Crack Me Down

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    “Babe,” a voice shouted from the end of the hallway, footsteps following. 

    You had said you would be ready in five, but that was fifteen minutes ago. Your reflection in the mirror aggravated you, making the tight feeling around your heart squeeze harder, and you wanted to rip your hair out. The confidence you had in your masculinity had been stomped out repeatedly this past week— if you were such a man, why could none of them see it? What was so wrong with you, your body, that never made you manly in everyone you ever interacted with’s eyes?

     Well, maybe everyone was an overstatement. Peter saw you as the man you are, he’d proven, but during times like these, you couldn’t help but doubt it a little. When it sounded like the whole world was out to grasp you as a woman, why would he ever even go against that? The thought made your ability to breathe harder, tears threatening to spill even when you heard the bathroom door creak open. 

    A gentle hand rubbed your shoulder, “Hey, uh, what’s wrong?”

    You clutched the edge of the sink. Everything was wrong, everything, everything, everything, and yet you couldn’t verbalize it. The edges of your vision only got more blurry as your attention was pinpointed on each and every body part that simply was wrong. 

     The mirror wasn’t in front of you anymore, and you were strategically placed in the bathtub, with your back being the only thing the mirror saw. Peter was beside you on the edge, playing with his hands and staring. You sniffled. 

    “Sorry you had to deal with that.”

    “No, no— it’s okay, I think it’s good that you got that out.”

    “I guess.”

    He shrugged, awkwardly, “I’m right, it’s been a really tough week. Do you wanna, I dunno, stay home today?”

    “That’d be nice.”

    “I think we might have some of your favorite ice cream left in the fridge, but we should maybe talk first.”

    You looked down, “Yeah.”

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    It had been a month since your breakdown, and while it had faded from your immediate thoughts, the dysphoria never got much better. You could tell that Peter was trying his best to help, always going out of his way to introduce you as his boyfriend to anyone you meet, but sometimes that didn’t stop the misgendering. Peter had also been disappearing a lot more often lately, or retreating to the bathroom with his computer late at night when he thought you were asleep. It worried you, but you knew with his responsibilities as Spider-Man that you should just turn a blind eye. 

    Now, it was the weekend, and the late nights had finally caught up to him. You had to be extra careful not to wake him as you slipped out of bed, eyeing his body when you grabbed your clothes and shuffled out of the room. The last sight you caught before finally closing the bedroom door was that of stuck up strands of fluffy brown hair peeking from underneath the blanket. Yeah, Peter was still definitely knocked out cold. 

    With your clothes now on, you tiptoed downstairs and immediately slid to the kitchen. You had breakfast already in the fridge, and you only needed to heat it up in the microwave. Now, you leaned against the counter and watched it rotate in the machine, relishing in the quiet environment. Alas, God was out to spite you that day, and a loud knock interrupted the peace you had. 

     Grumbling, you abandoned your breakfast and opened the door. The perpetrator was already pulling out of the driveway, and you looked down at your feet, where two packages lay. Weird, you couldn’t recall you or Peter ordering anything. Lifting the boxes inside, you turned to see the man staring. 

    “Good morning, handsome, did the mailman wake you up?” You smiled, but Peter wasn’t looking at you. 

    He was looking at the packages in your hands. 

    “Oh, these were dropped off by our door. They’re addressed to you, but I can’t remember if you mentioned anything was coming.”

    All at once, his face burst into the worst blush you had ever seen on him, and he cracked an awkward laugh, “Um, yeah, that was a surprise. Or was supposed to be one.”

    “What is it?”

    “We should go back to bed for this, it’s kinda private.”

    His face was still scarlet as he slipped back into the bedroom, and you looked back down at the packages. Peter’s reaction only made you more curious, so you ran after him. His hands were fidgeting as he sat on the bed when you turned into the doorway, and his back was slightly slouched.

     His eyes flicked away from you and he turned his back, “Open the smallest one first.” 

     “Okay.”

    Slicing it open with a box cutter, you lifted the flaps to reveal another, smaller box and a dark cloth material wrapped in plastic. Observing the smaller box closer, you could see that the label read “Stand-To-Pee Silicone Packer”. Your eyes widened, a warm feeling bursting through your heart.

     “I thought it might help after our talk last month,” Peter’s voice interrupted your speechless joy.

     “You thought right!”

     As you giddily grabbed his face to give him a kiss, he added, “I ordered the matching underwear for it too, is it in there?” 

    “Oh, yeah, it is,” You pulled out the next item and cut off the wrapping, revealing tight, black, boxer-style underwear that had a hole in the front. 

     “It—well, according to my research, it should hold the packer in place and allow you to pee at the same time.”

     “How do you clean it?”

    He shrugged, “Water and soap works, but boiling it is apparently the most effective way since it’s silicone. If you’re not sure, it should come with cleaning instructions. We can look at that together if you want?”

     “Yeah, sure, do you just dry it off with a towel?”

     “Air drying preserves the color and from what I’ve heard from trans men that’ve been using them for a while, you should dust it with cornstarch too.” 

     “Why?”

     “Prevents it from becoming sticky.”

     “Huh, interesting.”

    With that, you reached for the second, larger package. Peter tensed up beside you, and you saw the tips of his ears heat up again from the corner of your eye. 

     “What’s wrong?”

     “Just—,” he hesitates, “don’t judge me.”

    You gave him a questioning look; why would you ever think badly of him simply because of a package? The inquiry just made you more curious, and you practically ripped the poor box open. Inside was a box holding a realistic silicone dildo and a soft, underwear-style harness. 

    In other words, a strap on. As reported by some writing on the side of the box, it also had an additional vibrating part that would stimulate the clit of the user. 

    You looked up at your boyfriend in awe, “Babe.”

     “Yeah?”

     “This is awesome, genuinely,” He avoided your gaze. 

     “Really?”

     “Yeah! In fact, do you want to try it out right now?”

     “Woah, woah, not so fast. Really, I’d really love to but I also did safety research.”

     “Is this what you’ve been up to at night?”

     “…Yes. But as I was saying, it’s good to just wear it around the house before we actually use it.”

     “Okay, I can understand that.”

     “Wait, you weren’t asleep when I was doing research?”

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    The wait was hard for you, how could it not be? You were tempted to try it out as soon as Peter walked out, but he didn’t give you the chance. He kept you on the bed and told you absolutely everything he had learned. He had even been kind enough to give you his notes on the subject, some of which you had been skimming through for the past week. 

     Lately, however, your boyfriend seemed to be fidgety. Now, being fidgety was typical of him, but it was over the top. You couldn’t help but notice it and today, you wanted to talk about it with him.

     You waited until you were both in the bedroom before dropping the big question, “What’s been up with you?”

     “What?”

     “I can tell something’s up.”

     “Nothing’s wrong,” He sounded unsure of himself, and you gave him an unbelieving stare. 

     “Sure, spill it.”

      He must have realized that there was no way out of the conversation, and surrendered, “Okay, I was being honest when I said nothing was wrong specifically. Something’s just been on my mind.”

     “And?”

    “Fuck, I don’t know how to say it.”

    “Is it negative or positive?”

    “Positive,”

    “Uhuh?” You got closer, rubbing your thumb under his jaw.

    He cracked.

     “I really, really wanna ride you,”

     You froze in shock, and he took that opportunity to hide his head in your neck, “Please, put it on, I’ll do all the work if you want?”

     The frozen moment melted as quickly as it had come, with you starting to sink into your role. You slid your hand up to the back of his hair, pulling his face out of its spot. 

     “Wait on the bed and take your pants off,” you ordered. 

     Peter took a sharp breath before you let go and sauntered to the bathroom. No, it didn’t take you long to set yourself up, not with the thought of Peter Parker, the city’s most rebellious vigilante, sitting half-naked and obedient on your bed stuck in your mind. You were greeted with such a sight when you returned, except a million times better. 

     Your boyfriend was there on the sheets, his ears cherry red and his fingers twitching. His eyes lit up as you stepped in, and oh my, it was definitely a vision to witness. Anticipation was eating at you, so you eagerly sat at the head of the bed, popping the cap of a lube bottle open and squirting a healthy portion into your hand. 

     “Do you want me to prepare you?”

     His voice cracked, “Yeah,”

    He climbed over you, balancing his weight on his knees and his hands on your shoulders. Peter shivered when he felt a cool finger circle his hole, before it pushed in. He sighed at the familiar feeling, rocking back on your hand as an open invitation to add more. 

    “Color?”

    “Green, really green.”

    “Good boy.”

    With that comment, you could feel him gasp and clench down. Slowly, you took the opportunity to add in more fingers, pumping them in and out. It wasn’t long before you slid them out and silenced Peter’s whine with a nip to the neck. 

    He wasted no time after this, positioning his strong thighs in order to sink down on your strap. You flicked a button on a remote in your shirt pocket, and the strap, along with the additional part, started to vibrate. Peter was caught by surprise, throwing his head back and slapping a hand over his mouth to suppress a moan, while you bit your lip and sat your hands on his waist. 

     “F-fuck,” he panted, legs shaking. 

    “Go ahead, sweetheart, you wanted to ride me.”

    He groaned, fucking himself on your dick. His head fell on your shoulder as he did so, tears pricking at his eyes, “Did you— d-did you like your gifts?”

     You sounded breathless in his ear, heat pooling in your stomach, “Shit, of course I did.”

     “Really?” 

     “Uhuh,” you moaned, “let me show you how— unh— thankful I am.”

     Your hands gripped his waist harder, taking the control from Peter. With as much bravo you could muster, you thrusted up into him, and he sobbed. You bounced him on your cock with him drooling over your neck. 

    “Thank you, fuck, thank you so much,”

     “Can I cum? I’m so close, please, please, please—“ he begged, his fingers digging bruises into your shoulder. 

     You nodded, and he only became more desperate, “Oh god, oh shit,”

     You didn’t even have to control him anymore, he thrust himself mindlessly again and again as he chased his high, and you were getting just as close to yours. His body trembled before he whined your name, slowing his hips and looking down. You didn’t have to in order to know what happened, leaving sloppy kisses along his arm as you came too, thighs shaking. 

      Fingers numb, you reached to the remote and flicked it off. Peter sighed, lifting up his head to give you a long, soft kiss. 

      “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” you mumbled against his lips, grinning. 

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#peter parker #spiderman #tasm peter parker #male y/n #trans male reader #peter parker x reader #x male reader #dom male reader #male reader #peter 3 #tasm!peter x reader #tasm fic #x reader #x y/n #trans ftm #transgender

[wayfaringellie]

a little songv drabble in case y'all were getting hungry again... (i'd love comments in exchange for the goods and services :3)

From time to time I like to imagine a little convo between V and Song Mi during a quiet moment that goes something like this. When it's most peaceful. They could be eating dinner, sitting around a fire. Watching a movie together at night. It begins with So Mi fixing her gaze on V and of course V senses it, feels it along with the rapid beating of her heart.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" "Like what?" "Like... like, I dunno. Somethin' cheesy like I put the stars in the sky or somethin'."

So Mi laughed a bit then murmured, "I don't know how else to look at you." V exhaled through her nose and stared at her but didn't reply. "Whether you want to accept it or not, you've got a big heart, V. Don't let anything or anyone take that from you."

"Think you've got me mixed up with someone else."

"No, seriously. You do. Who else would have done what you did for me?"

So Mi couldn't be sure but V's eyes appeared to glisten during their conversation and it seemed to take more effort for the merc's composure to remained rooted in place. The cool mask of stoicism would slip, revealing the softest of smiles left to replace it along with blue-gray eyes that watered slightly but tears refused to breach. The netrunner couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness, of pride, when she saw it—that softer side of V, the one that could bleed and be vulnerable. The one who sent her to the stars so she could be free.

Poke long enough, you could drill a hole... So Mi thought.

A blanket of calm had fallen over them. A delicate, near-inaudible whisper of, "... I missed you, y'know," then V's throat bobbed as she swallowed the thick lump there that never quite went away. The one made of grief and apprehension.

With anyone else V would have stumbled over those words or just avoided saying them altogether. She was never any good with that sorta thing: being open and emotional. Actions always spoke louder, after all; and sometimes they screamed or they pleaded. What came next was an affirming combination of both words and action but from So Mi this time. As the older woman shifted closer, V turned her body towards So Mi almost out of instinct (physicality was something that did come easy for her) and welcomed the arms that wrapped securely around her shoulders.

Hands came up to gently hold onto one of those arms and it was when their cheeks pressed together that V heaved a soft sigh. When it became apparent that So Mi intended to hold her for a while, the merc was as good as mush in her embrace and she cutely rubbed her cheek against her companion's. "Missed ya too, V. I really did." From their contact, V could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of So Mi's mouth and she decided 'ah, fuck it. what do I have to lose?' before pressing her lips against the periphery of that lovely smile.

There was a pause and then the smile was gone. V had a sheepish apology primed and ready but she was gifted a fuller, more direct kiss instead as So Mi turned her head. The hand on V's cheek guided her into it, her upper lip being held captive between the soft set of another's and a feeling of warmth and tenderness immediately bloomed in her chest. Her senses were flooded with everything So Mi: from how she smelled (hmm... a fusion of floral and what V could only deduce as a scent wonderfully unique to So Mi) to the sweet sapidity of her lips.

V cupped her face to deepen the kiss, their mouths now slanting in a more leisurely manner, the pads of her thumbs brushing along the EMP threading on So Mi's cheeks. The arms around V pulled them closer together and when they broke apart for air, their noses brushed and breaths mingled but only briefly before the two of them were going back in for more. It was like they were making up for every kiss they held back before. For every missed opportunity of one. So Mi had wanted to kiss V after their daring escape from the stadium but didn't, V had wanted to kiss So Mi on that shuttle but hadn't... But it was the fine and intricate workings of fate (or even a stroke of luck) that always brought people together sometimes. Maybe, just maybe, the beast of Night City could chew you up and spit you out but this could make you stronger in the process, make you better than you used to be.

There was hope yet.

#songv #v x songbird #v x song so mi #maybe i could do a series of one shots for these two #the temptation is definitely there

[arvensimp]

Content

Look I made you some content! Simp made you your favorite, open wide. Here comes the content. It's a beautiful day for a silly little ficlet to warm back up to writing again lol

gn!reader, no gendered pronouns used. Pure fluff. Slightly suggestive themes, nothing explicit.

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Arven isn't a furnace, per say, but he's definitely warm. You learn that quickly during your first night together. He's warm and soft in all the best ways. His kisses are gentle, tentative, hesitant. It's only when you press his cheeks between loving palms, your thumbs rubbing smooth circles along his stubbled skin as you tell him explicitly: "Hey, you're good. I like you, and this is fun." That he starts to gain a bit more confidence.

He's still not quite...boisterous. That's not really him. But he's present, not as nervous or flighty.

You don't "make love" that night, but you're certainly loving to one another as you learn your bodies. Timid caresses gain traction, and whispered sighs get louder. Kisses become a bit more heated.

No, it wasn't love making, but love was there.

That's why the next morning, you feel for his warmth, that soft rigidity and stability of him under your hand.

You're met with soft, cool pillows and blankets instead.

Your eyes blearily open.

Arven isn't there.

You roll over.

He isn't in your bathroom if the ajar door is anything to go by.

Had you pushed him too far?

Your mind panics, going over the details of the night again. You'd both checked in with one another constantly. Had...had he not felt comfortable? Was he not comfortable enough with you to say no?

You flop over again, rather ungracefully to try and grab your phone, but it was away from the charger overnight and died. Fainted? What...what do rotom phones do exactly? Was there a rotom buzzing around your apartment right now, escaped from the confines of a smart phone?

Whatever, there's more pressing matters.

You plug the device in with near shaking hands.

It slowly starts to charge, and you heave a sigh as you stand. You can't turn it back on with such a low battery anyway. Might as well grab a bite from the kitchen. Maybe bread and jam or something. Maybe you could make Arven something...like a peace offering? Something to show you didn't mean to upset him?

The man can be so unsure of himself at times.

You pad softly into the kitchen and are met with the sight of your Pokemon out of their balls and bouncing around the dining area. You jolt in surprise as they rush you.

"Well good morning!" You greet the one who made it to you first.

"Good morning!" Comes a voice from around the kitchen corner.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of it, barely holding back an embarrassingly high pitched noise of surprise.

Arven rounds the corner, his fluffy hair pulled back into a low ponytail, though there's still his usual bit of fringe falling over his face. In his hands is a silver mixing bowl and one of your whisks.

"You're good with omelettes for breakfast, right?" He asks you, easy as anything.

You only realize you're staring when he pauses, a bit of color dusting his single visible cheek.

"Is...is this okay?" He asks, and you can almost see the confidence of earlier drain from him like sand through a sieve.

"Uh..." You falter. "Y-Yes!" You try to snap back quickly before he fully retreats into a shuckle shell. "Sorry, I just... Haha, I... I woke up alone..." You shift your weight a bit, then move closer over to him, approaching the breakfast bar that divides you.

"I thought maybe I scared you off or something? I was already plotting ways to, I dunno...try to win you back or something."

Arven laughs, and the confidence seems to return. Good. It suits him.

"Win me back? Huh... Maybe you should make breakfast then." He sets the bowl down on the countertop, leaning over it a bit with a smirk on his face.

It's then that you notice the frilly apron covering his otherwise bare chest.

He must've found the thing in the back of your pantry, some gag gift that you'd been given ages ago.

Once again, you can't help but stare, making Arven laugh all the more.

"What? You don't like it? I dunno, I kinda feel like Saguaro in this, ya know?"

He flexes comically, but you absolutely can't deny the muscle he's built up over the years. He might not be as jacked as your teacher was, but...

Well, there's a reason you keep staring.

He picks up on this easily enough, laughs, and takes the bowl and whisk back off the counter.

"Don't worry. I'll finish breakfast this time, but you owe me an omelette next time, kay?"

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

[onskepa]

I don't think I've asked for angst yet.... so, Can I get Lo'ak x (dying)female reader

where the reader gets shot instead of Neteyam. I Dunno, maybe she got in front of Neteyam or tackled him and that's why she got shot instead of him?

And-

I just realized what would make this sadder is that Lo'ak confessed to the reader as she is dying-

Why do I do this to myself?- T^T

Hi! sorry this took a bit, I had to mentally prepare myself for the angst I was getting myself into. A FUCK! I cried a bit. So if this makes you cry then I did my job. Enjoy!

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Tirey

Fire. Explosions. Smoke. Screams. Death.

There was supposed to be peace. There was to be joy, happiness, blissfulness, laughter, and happy moments. Life was to be full of gifts and great moments, learn and grow and thrive. But no. Never again. And never again will things be the same.

Once again the RDA returned. And again they come with their tools and weapons to destroy another planet, another life.

Lo'ak has seen many things in his life, both good and bad. But he tries to make the most of what he has, and honest to Eywa, tries to be more than what he is seen as.

So when the RDA captured spider and his siblings. He knew what had to be done. But like everything else, things never go as he wanted.

It all happened so fast...Why wasn't he faster? Why did he jump first?

Tsireya, tuk and himself were saved by neteyam, payakan and his dear friend human friend Tirey. Both were quick to cut the binds that held them at one spot.

"come on, who's the might warrior?" tirey would teasingly ask him as she cuts his binds. Trying to make light from the situation they were in. He rolled his eyes but his alarms were ringing high. After cutting his binds, she was quick for tsireya and soon everyone was free.

"come on! lets go lets go!" neteyam says, quickly shoving everyone to go overboard. Tuk and tisreya jumped to find kiri, ao'nung and rotxo ready to help them. Tirey grabbed lo'ak's hand ready to jump with him when he halted, suddenly remembering.

"we have to get spider! we have to get him!" lo'ak says as he grabs a gun from one of the dead humans. Neteyam and tirey shared a look. They knew it be a risky thing but spider was their friend. "We better make this quick" neteyam says. The three grabbed weapons as means to arm themselves in search of spider. Slipping through the pipes and hiding behind big machines, climbing on hanging machines, they managed to find spider. But he wasn't alone.

With a quick ambush, the three jumped down and knocked out the men that surrounded spider. Spider catches on and fought the humans back. Tirey knocked a man down but her strength wasn't enough, the man turned to grab his gun but lo'ak was quick and shot him dead.

Just when things calmed down, spider spot Quaritch. "we gotta go now!" he said urgently. Tirey saw him and tried to shoot but lo'ak held her gun down and pushed them to run, ducking quaritch's bullets. "AT LEAST ONE BULLET!" tirey argued, "another time!" lo'ak replies as they make haste. Having to drop down their guns.

"thanks for saving me!" spider says as they run. Tirey huffs a bit, forming a smile, "you OWE us big time spider!". The charm of Tirey. Always makes things positive in a moment of danger. A method to calm herself and others down. But only that can last.

Lo'ak and tirey smiled. Getting near the edge. Yes! It's almost over! They will go back to the island, get treated, probably have a long lecture from their parents, eat the best fish, and cuddle and have a nice sleep. Everything will be fine. Everything will be as it was. And lo'ak can finally tell what he wanted to say to tirey and they would-

"NETEYAM MOVE!" screamed tirey as they all fell down to the ocean.

All swam up, cheering at their escape. But one wasnt.

"ow!! ow! I got shot!!" winced tirey in pain. Trying to keep herself up float. Hearing that made lo'ak's heart stop. No no no! She couldn't have been shot!

But seeing red surround her, they had to act quick. Tsireya was there in time with an ilu, lo'ak and neteyam helped tirey get on, lo'ak taking control of the ilu with neyetam in the back holding tirey as she bleeds.

"your sisters are still up there!" tsirey said, neteyam looked back at the ship, heart broke of the choice. "We cant go back! we have to go!" spider and tsireya hold on to the ilu as the made it to a giant rock.

Lo'ak gently placed tirey down as she was breathing weakly, trying to keep herself awake. Feeling panicked, he didn't know what to do. Neteyam had to react quick, seeing the wound bleeding close to her heart, lifting her up to see the back. Doing how his father taught him.

Neteyam felt dread. She isn't going to make it. "pressure! put pressure!!" he guided lo'ak's hands as means to add pressure into the wound. Tsireya wanted to help, but she had no medicine with her. Feeling useless and can only watch as sweet tirey clings on to life.

"please please please...!! come on, hold on a little longer!! " lo'ak beggs. Tirey tries to laugh but it was just too painful. Feeling the pain grow all over her body. She tries to speak. "c-come on lo'ak....!! I'm n-not weak....!".

Jake and neytiri made it to them, jake seeing tirey wounded made his heart break. "kid come on, stay with me!" he tries, his voice giving away he is scared for her life. With a Shakey arm, tirey points somewhere among the smoke. "kiri.....and t-tuk....!! agh!!" *she winces in pain as she breathes harder. Neytiri looks at where she is pointing at and understands, but the matter at hand she couldn't ignore.

"we have to get her to ronal!" neytiri says urgently. Jake looked at her shaking his head, "she wont make it..". Lo'ak denies it and leans in more to tirey.

"y-your going to be ok..! j-just please!! please hold on a little longer..!!" his voice cracks, begging tirey. All she could do is smile weakly. Lifting her hand, she gently places it on lo'ak cheek in a loving matter.

"I'm not going anywhere...."

Not being able to keep it in anymore, lo'ak had to say what he wanted to say every since they met.

"tirey listen to me, I l-"

"I love you" she smiled. Her voice clear as if she wasnt in pain.

All stood still for a second. Everyone hearing what she said.

"I love you lo'ak. I always...." the light in her eyes fades, her smile dimmed but there on her pretty face. Her hand landing at her stomach. Her head and body now limp.

"tirey? tirey?! no no no!! please!! please please!!" lo'ak shouts. He screams at the top of his lungs, angry. At himself, at the humans, at everything.

Neytiri held her son close, as means to comfort him, while neteyam, grieving in his silent way, gently removed tirey's mask from her face. He will forever be grateful of her sacrifice. Taking the bullet for him. But guilt was there in his heart. Guilt that she had to die instead of him.

Everything was a blank mess after that.

Wasn't long that the metkayina people held a funeral for tirey. The first human to be given such a treatment. After hearing of her sacrifice, it was only right.

Lo'ak took lead, tears still running down his face, his family following close. All grieving for their dear friend. When it was time, lo'ak gave his first and only kiss to tirey on her cold lips. To cherish it in his mind.

Together, the sully family swam down with tirey's body. Letting the yellow tendrils take her body down.

Lo'ak wanted to reach out one more time but neteyam was there to hold him close. Letting lo'ak cry his heart out. Never to see the love of his life grow, be his mate, his other half. Never to have be a family with him, laugh or cry or any of that anymore. Never again.

It is as Tsireya says, the ocean gives, and the ocean takes.

Ok that is all folks! Hope I did justice. Now excuse me as I go wipes my tears-

Tirey = Life

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[kedreeva]

Giving each other piercings or stick and pokes/queer bonding eddie & robin

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

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"You gotta stop squirming," Eddie says for the umpteenth time, pausing with his hand hovering. "Make all the noise you want, but you gotta hold still."

Robin settles with a small whine, but she doesn't move when Eddie takes the needle back to her skin. She takes his offer, making a small noise every time he pokes, and he smiles as he tries not to laugh, which would be just as upsetting to his job as her squirming.

"I thought it would be a lot quicker than this," Robin tells him after another minute, voice strained.

"Faster isn't always better," says Eddie, glancing up long enough to give her a little wink.

"Ew," she says, with too much amusement to be serious. "I don't need to hear about that from you any more than Steve."

Eddie snorts and unconsciously sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth while he works, poking and dipping wiping at the underside of her wrist intermittently. He's nearly done, and actually- "You're doing really well. Steve was much worse about it."

"Ha! I knew it!" she crows, and Eddie has to stop as her arm jerks like she's going to fist pump. He gives her a withering look and she deflates. "Oh, shit, sorry."

"It's not my skin," Eddie says as he takes her wrist back. "But I am almost, almost done. Try counting to 100 and I should be finished."

She sit through the rest of it admirably, stock still, staring straight ahead. He can practically hear her counting. He works to fill the last of the lines as quick as he can without rushing, now that he has a still canvas, and when she finally slouches a little, he pulls away triumphantly. He releases her wrist for her to inspect it, and grabs her other hand before she can touch it.

"NO touching," he says, strictly, and her spine bolts straight at the order. He grabs the stuff to clean it one last time. "You wash your hands before you touch it, and you only touch it to clean it when you replace the bandage, at least for a bit. It'll be art later- for now, treat it like it's an open wound."

"Right," she tells him, and he's glad he wrote down the instruction because he's pretty sure she wasn't listening.

Eddie cleans up the area and then tells her to wait a minute as he pulls off his gloves and reaches for the Polaroid camera Steve had gotten him. He'd thought it was a weird gift, all things considered, but the dozens of photos of Eddie and his friends plastered all over his walls has taught him differently. Similar ones, he knows, adorn Steve's room, now, sitting in between all the weird plaid lines.

"Hold it up, still don't touch," he says, leaning in toward her with the camera facing them. She grins big and flashes a peace sign with her newly-tattooed wrist facing out, and they both make faces as he snaps the shot. He passes it to her free hand while he bandages her wrist for her.

"Thanks," Robin says quietly, when he's finished. She glances up, hand over the bandage, and Eddie thinks yeah, she's not gonna leave that alone. "It looked nice, I think. I mean, it will once it heals."

Eddie nods, and they sit together as the photo develops. She passes it over when the contents are visible, and he inspects the little anchor on her wrist. He'd done one for Steve not long ago, on his other wrist, so that they could put the matching tattoos together while side by side.

"You should get one, too," Robin suggests.

He passes the photo back to her, so she can have one of those to match Steve's, too. "I never worked at Scoops."

"Yeah, but... you're his anchor, too, y'know?" she says. Then she shrugs, and clambers to her feet. "Or get something else, I dunno. You two should have a matching one, too. Bats!"

Eddie laughs, and gestures to his belly, to where he already bears scars that match Steve's. "The bats already took care of giving us matching marks."

Robin gives him a once over so full of something Eddie can't take that he turns to start collecting his gear up just to escape it. Doesn't help. He can still feel her watching him when she speaks.

"You didn't choose those," she says quietly. "Steve and I have... we have matching scars, too. Not on our skin, but we have them. We went through something awful together. So did you. And after it was over, you got to make the same choice we did, and you chose each other. You can choose a different mark to remember that by."

"Geeze, Buckley," he says, chest tight. "Going for the throat, huh?"

"It's what friends are for!" she says brightly. "C'mon! We're gonna be late for dinner. You already took forever!"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Oh! And whose fault is that?" he says, but he finishes cleaning up and washing his hands as quick as possible, eager to get to dinner and see Steve again... and maybe a little to ask him about Robin's idea now, too.

(and if Steve immediately suggests a flashlight when Eddie tells him, if Steve blushes over admitting he's already thought about it, if Steve tells him I'd have my anchor on one hand and my guiding light on the other, well, that's a story for another time)

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