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zoromuse · 1 year

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want you (need you) pt. 2 | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first.

characters. Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Shanks, Nico Robin

general cw. aphrodisiacs (obv)

a/n. based on this and this ask. also tagging @h3rfave bc she seemed to want robin a lot for these headcanons. thank you for all the support on the first part, hope yall like this one just as much <3

part one

PORTGAS D. ACE

cw. slight manhandling, squirting

I think he’d be the one to suggest it, he’s really open to trying anything in bed.

He immediately regrets it, the feeling is so strong, he’s never wanted you as much as he wants you now, but he’s trying to hide it.

He’ll put his hat over his lap, trying to hide the boner he got just from seeing you on the other side of the room, just as horny as he is, yet you look more composed about it.

He’ll walk over and throw you on his shoulder as he takes you to bed, and he doesn’t need to say anything to know you won’t be leaving his arms any time soon.

“Take your fucking hand off, I wanna hear you” he says, referring to the hand over your mouth that muffled all of your moans. You couldn’t, not with all the embarrassing sounds you were making, so you shake your head “no” with teary eyes, hoping he’ll take a pity on you.

He doesn’t.

He’s quick to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull it back, making you gasp at the sheer force of his grip, or maybe it was because of the strength of his thrusts, you don’t know anymore.

Everything is so messy, your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, your pebbled nipples graze against his chest, bringing all the more stimulation to your body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but you’re so sensitive to every single one of his touches, it’s almost humiliating. You’re so close, and he can tell with the way you’re becoming more vocal, your moans just a few octaves short from being downright pornographic.

“Ace, Ace-!” you say, throwing your head back, feeling your orgasm take over your body, shaking and trembling under his unrelenting grip. “‘m gonna… mmm fuck, Ace!”

“That’s it, cum f’me” he pulls out and swipes his fingers across your clit while your juices squirt out against your will, too fucked out to even notice the mess you were making of his sheets.

TRAFALGAR LAW

cw. lowkey mean dom law, lots of dirty talk, mirror sex, full nelson, mentions of dumbification

You’d have to provoke him in order to get him to agree.

“What, you’re afraid you can’t handle it?”

He tries to keep his usual facade, even though the sweat on his forehead gives it away.

You’d have to be the first to give in, he’s too prideful to ask for it.

He’s definitely going to tease you all night about it too.

“Look at that” he says, pointing to the large mirror in front of you, and you’re embarrassed at what your reflection shows. You have a mess of tears and drool running down your cheeks, and what’s more, he’s holding your legs with his arms hooked around the back of your head, putting your cunt on full display for the mirror.

“And I’m the one who can’t handle it? Look how much you’re creaming around me” he says, fucking into you at an agonizingly fast pace. He’s so fast, so deep, it’s too much. He was right, you were the one who couldn’t handle it.

You’re leaking like a faucet down there, your slick covering his cock and leaving the prettiest ring of white around the base of his cock.

“Oh… you got tighter when I said that, you like creaming around my cock, huh? You’re such a messy little bitch”. He’s right, you’re being so messy, crying his name out in hopes he’ll take it easier on you, but he’s not stopping any time soon. “Are you gonna cum again? That’s right, make a mess for me. I’m not done though, I’ll make sure to fuck you until you go dumb, see if you can handle that, pretty”.

SHANKS

cw. manhandling if you squint, a little bit of dirty talk

I think he’s willing to take it, but he definitely won’t be giving in first.

He’s gone for long periods of time sometimes, so he’s familiar with this feeling.

And as much as he loves you and wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you until you’re babbling nonsense, he also really wants the satisfaction of winning, so you’re definitely going to have to give in first.

“Aw, giving up so soon, that’s a shame”

His big hands hold you in place when he enters you, pushing past the ring of tightness to be wrapped in your walls.

“So good for me, taking it all like a good girl” he whispers, his chest is pressed to your back and his breath shuddered against your skin, making you arch into his touch.

“You’re so wet, were you thinking about me?” he asks. Of course you were, who else could you be thinking about but the man who knows exactly how to touch you to make you melt in his hands? “Did you need me to take care of you, huh?”

“Yes, need you so bad, S-Shanks… want more, please!” you say, and as soon as you do, his hand is pushed against the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow that muffles all of your moans as he fucks you harder.

“You want more? This pretty pussy’s already sucking me in, and you want more?” he says, laughing at your mindless request, but if that’s what you wanted, he’d be sure to provide for you.

NICO ROBIN

cw. oral (f!receiving), fingering, scissoring, desperate robin

Probably the most hesitant out of everyone, but still willing to try it if you’re up for it.

The only way you would be able to tell is if you payed close attention to her, the way sweat was gathering at her temple, and her legs were crossed tightly, too tightly.

I think you’d both give in at the same time, mostly you.

“I just wanna kiss you, nothing more”, and then you were doing more.

“Robin! hm…” you bite your lip, her tongue tracing experienced circles on your clit, while she used her fingers to prod at the spot that drove you crazy.

Too soon, she stopped touching you, her slick covered finger slipping out of you, leaving you with a disappointing emptiness.

You all but pout at this, until she’s putting one of your legs over her shoulders and guiding her pussy on top of yours, her arousal mixing with your own as she’s now pressed against you.

“Need m-more,” she says, breathless, almost as if trying to explain herself. You don’t need an explanation, you quite enjoy seeing your usually composed girlfriend this desperate.

You’re reveling in the sight of her sweaty body on top of yours when she takes you by surprise and starts grinding against you. She’s different, she’s usually so calm and collected, even when it comes to sex, she likes to be gentle with you, and take her time to enjoy every moment she has. This time though, she’s messily humping you, sloppily rubbing her clit against yours in an attempt to chase the high she needs.

You wish she would show this side of her more often, because you love the look of pure bliss she has on her face when she’s cumming, half lidded eyes that are practically begging for more, and mouth agape from calling out your name in the middle of her euphoric high, all the while still grinding into you.

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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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❅ “In The Name Of Love” ❅

character: yandere! shishio tsukasa [dr. stone]

warning: yandere, implication of m0rder, c0nfin3m3nt, poss3ssiv3 tendencies ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1.2k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 also this was a request from my main blog!!

“Tsukasa, remember what I told you before?”

You ask in a monotone voice, looking up at your boyfriend who was hugging you from behind.

“I remember every word you say, love, but you have to specify for me to know which one you’re referring to.”

He holds you closer to him and you could feel his warmth seeping in through you. If this were you from 3000 years ago, you would’ve enjoyed his warmth and think of how lucky you were to have someone like him as your lover.

But now, it all just seems so…suffocating.

Ever since he’s been revived back by Senku and joining the Kingdom of Science, he has become more protective and possessive of you.

No, that’s not it.

He’s already shown that kind of behaviour long ago. Maybe you didn’t realize it 3000 years ago because you two just started going out but even before when Tsukasa still was in charge of his own empire, you could’ve at least noticed the red flags he was giving.

He constantly asked you to stay with him and won’t let go of you almost until the end of the day. Even when you were about to try to do something else, he would grab you and force you to sit on his laps.

His grip on you was gentle, but it was enough to make you stay and not move around too much.

You haven’t told this to anyone yet, not even Mirai, but you were actually…dreading the time when Senku will petrify him and revive him back.

All those times when Tsukasa was still in his cryogenic state, everyone kept encouraging you to stay strong and reassuring you that Senku will revive him back soon.

And you would always just reply to them with a wry smile and a “I’m fine,” so as to not worry them.

You originally had thought you were going to feel depressed about this whole ordeal too. But you never did.

In fact, you felt so…free. Almost as if a big burden had just been lifted from your shoulders. You were happy with that.

You actually even wished Senku never found the Petrification Weapon. You truly enjoyed the freedom that you felt. You wished it would stay.

But in the end, nothing ever stays.

Tsukasa was revived and you are back in his grip once again.

You hated every moment of it.

“About being too protective of me! I was just going to help Gen with some of his work. I know you’re protective of me because you’re worried, but can you please just let me do something to help others?”

You finally break free from his hug and turn to him. Your eyebrows are crossed, showing how displeased you are with the whole situation.

“But if I let go of you, you’ll definitely run away from me.”

Your eyes widened at what he said. You didn’t expect him to feel that way. All this time, you had thought that the reason Tsukasa was so overprotective of you might’ve been because he was worried…or maybe even because he wanted to have control of you.

You went quiet for a moment. In a sense, he’s not wrong. But to actually know he felt that way…it’s actually making you feel guilty.

“Tsukasa….I won’t run away from you, so don’t worry, alright?”

You wrap your arms around his large frame, successfully convincing him that you won’t do something like that. He returns the hug and pulls you closer.

“…Y/N, if you truly mean what you said, will you forgive me for what I’m about to do?”

You pull away and look up at him, confused.

“Sure?”

Not even a second after that, you felt your consciousness slowly slipping away from you. You could hear the loud throbbing from your neck after Tsukasa just striked it.

“W-wh…”

You mustered up what little strength you have left to let out a “What?” but even that has proven to be difficult. All you managed to hear was Tsukasa’s last words before you completely lost your consciousness.

“Do forgive me for doing this, love. You’re too pure to be tainted by this dirty world.”

~~**~~

You slowly open your eyes to see the darkness greeting you. You tried to get up but your whole body felt so weak and your limbs refused to work for you. You cursed under your breath and tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness. The place sure seemed familiar.

Then it hit you.

It’s the prison.

You tried to scream out loud but your voice only echoed throughout the prison without anyone responding. You could feel your heart beating rapidly like never before as soon as you heard a series of footsteps nearing you.

It’s not as if you recognized the footsteps or anything, but the way the pace is so calm and unrushed even after your scream of help convinced you that the owner of the footsteps knew you’re trapped in there. And they’re not willing to let you out anytime soon.

And who else would want to do such things other than your former beloved,

“Tsukasa…”

You hissed out his name while glaring at his broad figure towering over you over the cell wooden bars.

“I’m sorry you had to go in here, my love. Trust me, I don’t want you to be placed here either, but I have no choice.”

He tried to cup your cheeks in his hands but you quickly moved your face away from him.

“Tsukasa, whatever this madness is, STOP it. Do you think the others won’t know what you’re doing? Soon enough, you will—”

“They won’t. After all, you are considered dead in their hearts.”

He cut you off with those words and your eyes widened in horror at him. Your lips tremble and you try to hide your unease by glaring at him.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he spoke up as if he had just read your mind.

“I told them that you died. An animal attack, precisely. It’s completed with evidence and all. I did also get some helping hand from some people though. Couldn’t have done it without them.”

He stops for a moment to look at you who were frozen in your place and finally cups both your cheeks to bring it closer to him.

“This cell was built especially for you, back when I still ruled over my own empire. It’s located very deep into this cave, and no one would dare to come here.”

“You mean to say you’ve been planning to put me in confinement for a long time now?! What— I-”

Tsukasa looks at you, his eyes turning soft and he looks so melancholic. You almost snapped at him when you saw that expression. If anyone here is supposed to cry, it’s YOU, not him.

“I didn’t think it was necessary…until recently. When other people started looking at you as if you’re some kind of walking meat that they’re about to devour. It disgusts me so much, and I couldn’t handle it anymore…so I made the decision to keep you safe here….and wipe those people out.”

Your blood runs cold at that statement.

Wipe those people out?

He couldn’t have meant that literally….right?

“W-why–”

You didn’t even realize your tears were running down your cheeks until you felt Tsukasa gently wiped them away. He gives you his soft smile that you used to know so very well, yet it felt so foreign now.

“Because I love you, Y/N. I always have and will continue to forever be in love with you.”

#dr stone #dr stone shishio tsukasa #dr stone tsukasa #shishio tsukasa #tsukasa x reader #dr stone x reader #dr stone tsukasa x reader #tw: yandere #tw: confinement #yandere dr stone #yandere dr stone x reader

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pandorainmymind · 1 year

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the sully’s + tsireya teasing you

fluff (sfw edition)

x na’vi!reader

i’m thinking i’ll do a nsfw one if that’s something y’all want

tag list: @gurlypopsstuff @lizziesfirstwife @nijirozzz @dumb-fawkin-bitch

jake:

definitely makes his goal to see you blush bc he loves it

lots of pet names

your legs dangling from off the tree you sit down on, you turn your head to see jake climbing his way up the trunk (slightly struggling) and you suppress the urge to laugh at the sight. once he reaches your branch, he’s slightly panting out of breath and wearing the happiest of smiles looking down at you from his standing position. “hey” he says with a smirk, and you already knew what this conversation was going to go about, all because earlier he had caught you staring at him.

“jake..” you say already exhausted with his presence, a small grin playing at your lips. and he scoffs and sits down right next to you, “baby, you don’t even know what i’m gonna say” he laughs. the nickname peaking your interest and causing your blood to flow faster through your veins. scooting away from his sat body right by you, your knees come up from over the edge of the tree and tuck up to your chest. “yes. i do” you retaliate, giving him scrunch of your nose. trying not to let his mannerisms make you crack

“okay..” he starts, tilting his head at you “then what am i gonna say?” he asks with a lick of his lips and he catches you quickly look away from his darting tongue with the lightest blush forming across your face. your ears go back timidly and you pretend to be busy and look interested in the branches above you. “umm” you begin, swallowing heavily, frantically trying to think of what to say. and jake reads you like a book

scooting towards your body again, he watches your ears twitch and tail swipe to the side - yet he waits for your eyes to meet his once more. “y/n” his voice hints with a sultry tone, you whip your face to his and you purse your lips when you notice the closeness. a full bloom of blush spreads and your eyes widen. “i like it when you look at me” smirking, jake sends you a wink. watching you lose yourself slowly right in front of him. you’re at a loss for words as you sit there with an open mouth.

“i mean, i stare at you anytime i can too”

neytiri:

she just likes to get you fired up for no reason

very playful, but also extremely sweet

rolling your eyes, you give out a huff from your chest and frown. “‘tiri…” you groan, trying to pull your arm away from her strong grasp, as she just laughs out loud. “don’t give me that y/n” she says with a sneering expression, lips stretched in a wide grin watching you trying to leave

“why are you leavingggg” her voice wavering in slight amusement, and you just stop and look her dead in the eye with a quirk of your brows. “really?” you ask her rhetorically. neytiri let’s go of her hold on you and hides her smile with a cough seeing you pull your arms to you - crossing them over your chest with attitude. but the longer you stare at her expressionless besides the fed up look in your gaze, she breaks and cups her hand over her mouth with a childish smile underneath. “i’m sorry” she apologizes - with no true apology, her bright eyes glazing over with tears of her quiet laughter. neytiri’s enjoyment of your clear annoyance from her poking fun at you while spending time together with the other village women made you want to groan out and pull her hair.

“if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be such a meanie” you complain, pouting just barely. the sight making her heart palpitate as she nods her head and wipes a stray tear of joy from her waterline. “right… you’re right love” she begins, dropping her smile to seem serious “i shouldn’t be a meanie” and once you realize she’s mocking you, your lips crack into a smile - despite your own true annoyance. her silly behavior that she only lets out around you, began making you feel slightly better than earlier. and you knew she was joking, but there was times she really wanted to push your buttons.

dropping your arms from over your chest you give your eyes another roll and shake your head, braids moving over your shoulders. “how come i can never stay mad at you?” you groan, and take a step towards her strong stature. your body in her proximity, neytiri brings her hand that was previously wiping at her eyes to your waist. the feeling gentle and sweet. smiles display on both of your faces

“i think it’s cause you just love me too much”

neteyam:

your smile is what makes him want to do it more

loves the fact you pretend to hate his frequent teasing

flicking your ears back, the sound of his footsteps right behind you make you silently smile and speed up your forward pace. “don’t make me chase you y/n” neteyam huffs out, coyness hinting in his voice. and you do exactly what he says not to do as you bounce into a light run, a small laugh bubbling out of your chest.

your cheeky action causes neteyam to let out a gasp of faux outrage as he too sped into a run. his longer legs catching up to you faster than you intended, making you let out a surprised shriek when his hands grab at your sides. laughing out, neteyam steadies his hold and slows you down with a backwards force. “you know i don’t like you running away from me” he says smugly, his voice right against the side of your face as he pulls you into his body once he stops both of your pacing movements.

his gentle hold on you makes you wrap your own arms over his and press into his chest behind you. “how come i’m not allowed to do something you don’t like. but you have all freedom to tease me with the things i don’t like” you say lightheartedly and spin in his arms, coming face to face with him. neteyam’s eyes holding a look of love and sincerity as he sees your small smile start to slowly spread wider. and he clicks his tongue with a twinge of his brows bestowing a thoughtful look, “well,” he nods, pretending to think hard. “i think it’s because i said so”

scoffing, with a surprised expression, you look at neteyam in disbelief, pushing at his shoulders in a want to escape his hold of you. “‘teyam!” a tone of airy disbelief adorns your voice as you bite your tongue in means to not smile. “so you’re the boss huh?” you say shaking your head to the side while watching his eyes light up with amusement “maybe”

his remark makes you fully push off of him and back away slowly, your tail swaying back and forth. “well if that’s the case” you smile and close your eyes, “i think i’ll just have to run away for good” turning around, you run off once more and leave neteyam standing there with adoration, as he dwells for a second about how much he loves you. before he’s off running after you again

kiri:

likes making you annoyed, it’s quite a hobby of hers

she secretly likes it when you get an attitude

“kiri stoppp…” you drag out your whine like a child, strutting your lip out in the process. trying not to let her goings get you upset. her hands entangled in your hair as she lightly tugs in the process of putting a few beads in. “oh relax you big baby” she hushes you, finishing up tying the end and you swipe your hand to your side, hitting kiri in the arm, “you’ve been pulling my hair for hours now” you complain, moving your face to look at her full on, once her hands drop from your now decorative hair.

“i have not, you’re being dramatic” kiri says smoothly, meeting your eyes with a squint and grabbing your hand that had swatted her. kiri’s facial expressions change just barely when you tug back on her hold, a small twitch in her cheek plays and you turn your seated body towards hers fully, annoyed - arm stretched out in front of you, “can you let go?” you ask with a tilt of your head, making her copy

tilting her head in the same direction of yours, she sticks her tongue out at you. “i don’t know, can i y/n?” she mocks, watching your eyes roll. your face framed by her beaded pieces she added, making her heart swell. “ugh” you sigh, tugging back once more.

“you’re cute” kiri pipes out, letting go of your hand and beginning to stand - as she flicks one of her fingers at your strand of hair. you watch her from below, her smiling face looking down at you now, her short hair falling in front of her face now slightly. you try to play off your little huffing fit, but a smile breaks through your demenor and you regret it.

“ahhhh” she pokes, seeing you falter, “there’s my pretty girls smileeeee” kiri coos, bending down to press a quick kiss to your forehead and you squirm underneath her and put on another fake frown. “you’re annoying” you blow out, rubbing the area on your head she just kissed.

kiri scoffs out seeing you wipe away her kiss, and takes one of her long arms down to tug on your hair for real this time (not too hard) and you look at her with shock. “ow?” you say with disbelief and a small grin, never thinking she’d do that and she laughs at your expression

“how dare you not love my affection”

lo’ak:

likes to touch you bc of your physical reactions to it

secretly wants you to tell him off

entering your small canopy tent, you meet lo’ak sitting on the floor, one of your tops in his hands. inevitably making you feel heat rise to your cheeks. “lo’ak!” you gasp “w-what are you doing in here?” your surprised state makes him internally jump up and down with endearment, because he had intentions and motives to get you in this position with him, where you’d turn into a shy sputtering mess - just because it was so cute.

“just lookin” he says as if unaffected by being caught by you. “this top is pretty y/n, you should try it on” his words hint in playful manner and you stand there embarrassed. the longer you stay quiet, lo’ak feels his act break and drops the piece of apparel - laughing to himself. his seated position curling slightly as he folds in a sniggering fit. “y/n” he giggles, leaning back on his hands now, seeing your ears go back bashfully

“lo’ak” you pout, realizing he had set this interaction between the two of you up, “that’s not funny” your small voice makes him melt and quickly crawl to his feet, walking over to your shaken up state. “i’m sorry baby” lo’ak says as his laughter dies down, his hands coming in contact with your hips. his eyes analyzing very carefully to watch your reaction.

taking the inside of your cheek between your back teeth you chew lightly at the feeling of him on you. eyes faltering from his to behind him, your arms tucked up tight to your chest - awkwardly not know if you should drop them or not. “i was only playing around” he reassures the best he can. a small ping prodding in his heart as he realizes you’re truly embarrassed from his tactics in teasing you. wanting to have your eyes back on him, lo’ak takes one hand up to your face and gently brushes over the hot skin of your cheek with his thumb. your eyes jerk back on his and your body instinctively leans into his hold

“do you mean it .. though?” you ask, your voice small and wavering. your eyes looking up through your eyelashes in doe-like manner. causing lo’ak to gulp at the sight. “mean what?” he asks back, his hand unknowingly kneading your hip - making you blush harder.

“that you want me to try it on?”

tsireya:

her sweet voice just makes it worse and she knows it

you just melt her heart when you get flustered

dismounting your ilu and sliding into the water fully with the small woven basket of shellfish you plucked from the bottom of the sea across your shoulder. you smile at tsireya waiting for you while treading in place. “how was your time harvesting?” she asks, her dimples decorating her cheeky grin, swimming to her, you nod in contentment. “it was good, your mom seemed a little cranky” you add with a small laugh, making your way passed and towards the shore.

tsireya giggles warmly hearing your small complaint about her mother, and follows after you. “i see, picking on the pregnant lady” she teases, once you both reach the beach and walk out of the water side by side both of your long black curly hair dripping. her remark making you whip your head to her with a look of bewilderment, looking at tsireya through your raised brows. your wet curls plastering themselves on your turquoise skin

the look makes her laugh and shake her head in surrender, grabbing ahold of the baskets strap over your shoulder. “jokingggg” she says with slight worry, wondering whether you knew she was only kidding while slipping the basket over her shoulder instead of yours. the act of it was sweet and sincere. “i know you are” you say slowly smiling, slowing down your pace to a stop - taking in a deep breath. “but still, i feel like i wouldn’t be such a bitch if i was pregnant.” you pipe back up, placing your hands on your hips and relaxing one knee. “what if the attitude spread to the baby?”

your statement causes tsireya to plop a hand over her mouth with a holler of amusement, “y/n-“ she chuckles “i don’t think that’s how it works” her rebuttal making you copy her smile, and you shake your head “i know that reya” you sputter out. blushing slightly as she looks at you with a soft fondness. tsireya loved the way you looked at her, your sheepish smile and gleaming eyes. she knew she made you feel shy, and at times she liked to prod you more that usual

taking a big step forward and coming right up to you, tsireya kisses your cheek with a hum. “it’s okay if you don’t know too, i’d love to teach you how it does work” her voice soothes out across your face, brushing over your ear - the sweet sultry of her tone making it twitch. and she giggles seeing you part your lips, but before you can even say anything after that - tsireya walks past you, with a graze of her tail against your knee. her eyes peeking over her shoulder to catch you watching her leave with awe in your stare

#avatar fluff #avatar the way of water #avatar #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #kiri sully #lo’ak #tsireya #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar way of water #atwow

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here4kpopfics · 2 years

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Through the Night | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

AU: Established Relationship

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, a little making out. Also it’s this Jungkook and I’m not sorry.

Rating: PG-15ish?

A/N: This wasn’t meant to be this stupid long. This is the same couple as the one in Hold My Hand, and I have a list of different moments planned out for them. This ended up being like three of those moments in one. (You don’t need to read it first, but I’d love it if you did) This is the second thing I’ve written in over a decade and I’ve never been really good at writing physically intimate moments so this was a challenge for me. Please go easy on my babies. As usual, thank you to my loves @gimmethatagustd and @chryblossomjjk for not only beta reading but continuing to encourage me to keep writing. and Kiki for fixing my grammar bc I’m still very rusty. I love you both an obscene amount. As always, let me know what you think. A lovely little like and/or reblog are greatly appreciated, especially as I get back into this crazy writing world. thank you & I love you. 💜💜💜

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You hate storms. Absolutely hate them. You love the rain, though. The background noise of it as it helps you fall asleep or even helps you focus on tasks. You just hate what tends to come with the rain: thunder.

While you find lightning to be fascinating, and can watch it for hours trying to figure out where its starting point is, you prefer it when it’s as far away as possible. You count the seconds before you hear the deep rumbling of thunder, sending you under the covers in fear.

That’s exactly what’s happening tonight. The rain is coming down hard. The wind is too strong, making you feel uneasy in your apartment on the 15th floor. Your roommate, who is usually your safety blanket, is currently out of the country for work. This left you alone and unable to sleep in the dark, that sometimes becomes blinding light from the lightning being overhead. The thunder is almost deafening, rattling the windows.

You turned on your projector, casting light across your room to look like the northern lights, in an attempt to get lost in the colors and calm down. But it wasn't working. You’re on the verge of a horrific panic attack. You can feel it, and you subconsciously grab your phone. You can’t call your roommate because he’s on a plane and you can’t call your mother because the time difference is horrible. You scroll through your contacts until you land on his name.

You’ve been dating for a little over five months now, and it feels pretty serious. No “I love you's'' have been exchanged and the intimate moments were still relatively safe, but he calls you his and he is yours. But you didn’t want to scare him away with your irrational fears, and definitely didn’t want him to see you when you could barely control your anxiety. Not yet at least. He’d seen you panic over things you deemed reasonable to panic over like large crowds, people suddenly yelling, or receiving worrisome news. But you managed to contain the panic over the things you deemed unreasonable like fireworks, placing or receiving the wrong food order, the sheer idea of taking the subway alone, or in this case, thunder.

You also didn’t want to admit to him how his voice was the most calming thing you’ve ever heard. How all you have to do in a situation that makes you anxious, is just make him speak about literally anything. That makes your heart rate lower almost instantly, as you focus on the beautiful cadence of his voice to distract you from the overwhelming surroundings. You aren’t ready to admit that to him because you don’t know if he would find it creepy or not.

You are about to scroll away from his name when, in rapid succession, your room lights up white. Not even two seconds later your entire building shakes, causing you to jump and scurry back under the blankets, trying to remember your breathing exercises. After a moment, finally getting your heart rate down just enough, you hear a voice muffled from under your pillow. Your eyes widen, praying you didn’t actually do what you did and he didn’t actually pick up. You grab your phone, turn it over slowly, and see your call screen with Jungkook’s name at the top. You immediately hang up the phone in a panic.

Not even ten seconds later it starts ringing again. You let it go to voicemail, but it just starts ringing again, whilst getting messages asking if you were okay. You know Jungkook enough to know he isn’t going to give up. Letting out a heavy sigh, you take the phone under the covers with you and answer quietly.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, did you just call? Is everything okay?”

“Uh…oh, did I? Sometimes I text in my sleep and I- I guess I accidentally…called…you…?” You try your best to sound convincing, fumbling over your words while pulling at the threads in your blanket. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

He lets out a groggy laugh. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“Shut up…it was an accident, okay? That’s all it was. Go back to sleep and I’ll see y-“

You’re cut off by another round of bright light, surrounding your room with bone rattling thunder. You let out a curse and clutch the phone closer to your ear, as if that’s going to help drown out the thunder.

“Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?“ He sounds so genuinely worried and you hate lying, to him especially, so with a shaky exhale you try to explain it as quickly as possible.

“Ihatethunderandthestormispassingabovemybuilding. Danny isn’t home so I’m alone and scared andIjustwantedtohearyourvoice.” You squeeze your eyes shut, one hand clutching your phone and the other gripping the blanket still over your head. You prepare for the taunting, or to hear the line go dead, for several moments before you hear movement and the sound of keys on the other end. “Jungkook? What are you doing?“

“Is the passcode to get into the building still 0413?” He inquires and you hear a door close and an engine rev.

“Yes…but - Kook, you’re not coming over.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“But I already am.”

“Then turn back around and go back to bed. You’re not coming over at 2:30 in the morning. You had a long day, go home.”

“I have had enough sleep to come over. It’ll be fine.”

You huff, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, snapping into what he titled Brat Mode whenever neither of you could agree on something, but refused to give up. “You know arguing with me is never going to end well. I will win. Every time.”

“And you know arguing with me will result in you up against a wall begging me to show you why you’re wrong.” He chuckles at your immediate silent response, knowing how flustered you get at the mention of anything sexual. It was killing him that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were right now. Realizing you still haven’t said anything after a minute or two, he checks the phone to make sure you were still on the line as he pulls out of the parking garage of his complex. “Whether you like it or not, y/n, I’ll be there in 27 minutes. Try to get some rest until I get there, okay?”

“…Okay…,” you mumble softly. “Thank you…,” you whisper before hanging up. You tuck your phone back under your pillow and bring the blanket back over your head to hide away until your savior arrived.

You’re not sure how long it’s been, because you were finally able to fall asleep with the knowledge you weren’t going to be alone. But you were jolted awake with a harsh crash of thunder. You couldn’t move, which terrified you more. Your fight or flight instincts kick in and you try to thrash out of whatever it was that is holding you down. It’s not working and the hold only gets stronger and tighter, but this time is followed by a worried voice in your ear. “Fuck, what the hell, y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Jungkook!” The last sentence ends in a light yell while you continue to thrash, panic flooding every fiber of your being. “Hey, focus on me, y/n I’m right here.” His left arm comes out from under your pillow and he maneuvers to hover over you; his weight on the left arm and the right hand leaving your waist to cup your face. “It's me. I'm here. You’re okay.” He murmurs over and over, searching your eyes for any recognition of him. It takes a few more moments before your eyes finally lock with his. It is like something clicks in your mind and you become frozen.

”…Koo…?” You murmur softly, bringing both your hands up to cup his face, verifying he was real. With that verification, your eyes immediately well up and begin threatening to spill. His right thumb, still glued to your face, begins wiping away any tears that succeeded in escaping as he presses his forehead to yours. “You’re here…,” you trail off, lightly bumping your nose to his and trying to smile, even though your unreasonable brain wants to burst into tears and your lungs are straining to get any air in or out.

He lets out another small laugh, giving you your favorite beautiful smile with a scrunched-up nose. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m here. What happened there, huh? I told you I was coming over.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheeks where he had just wiped the tears. “I probably should’ve woken you first, but you were finally asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry, bug.”

“S’okay…” you yawn, stretching out underneath him before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to you fully. He snakes his arm back around your waist and rolls onto his back, letting you rest against him. Tucking your face into his neck, you smile and inhale deeply, wanting to find comfort in his entire being, but are met with a different smell entirely. Pulling your head back away from his neck, you look down at his sweater. “Why are you wearing Danny’s clothes?” You scrunch up your face at the smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, your roommate’s smell was fine and was actually the smell that brought you the most comfort. At least until you met Jungkook, then it became the second.

The boy under you just smirks, moving your hair out of your face. “I forgot an umbrella, so the brief run to the car and then to your building, soaked my clothes. And I figured Danny wouldn’t mind me borrowing some sweats since he’s not here. Why?”

“You just smell like him. It’s weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. Like, I know it’s you here with me, but you smell like someone else and it’s throwing me off. I don’t like it.”

“I can take it off if it’s really upsetting you. I don’t mind sleeping naked.” His offer sounded so serious, as if he was really concerned, but his facial expression said otherwise. He was fully teasing you, getting his wish to see your flustered cheeks like he wanted to earlier. You open your mouth in shock and look anywhere else but towards his gaze, ending up on a piece of the hoodie that you were already clutching. “Would that be better? That way you just smell me?” He adds with a big grin across his face, tongue playing with the metal ring around his bottom right lip.

You shake your head vigorously. “No no, it’s fine. I’ll get over it. It’s fine.” You rattle off, still clutching onto the hoodie. But he ignores you, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of the hoodie to start taking it off.

“No no, the princess can’t stand the smell. Therefore we must get rid of it posthaste! Before she bans us from ever returning to the castle.” He announces in the most dramatic fashion as he pulls the hoodie off, remaining in his own shirt. “I’ll just use the princess’ body heat to keep warm during this terrible storm. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He jokes, laying back down to wrap his arms around your laughing form again, tucking your head back where it belongs, in the crook of his neck. “There. All better, my princess?”

You force yourself to contain your laughter and sound as monotonous as possible, “No. I like Danny’s smell better. Put it back on, you stink.”

“How very dare you! After I traversed the dangerous outside elements to come and be by your side in your time of need, and this is how you treat me? The disrespect! The audacity!”

You finally burst into laughter as he begins to tickle your sides, wheezing and trying to stop him by rolling away, only ending up with him back on top of you. He loved to tickle you, but you were still anxious from the storm and laughing to the point of wheezing, which always ended in you hyperventilating. You tapped both hands on his chest almost in a panic.

“Koo, too much, please. Too much. I can’t - I can’t breathe.” Your eyes start welling up again and he stops immediately, leaning down to kiss the space between your eyebrows.

“Okay, too far, I’m sorry. Breathe, bug. Breathe slowly.” He coaches your breathing for a few moments until you’re steady again. He is still above you, looking down at you like you’re his whole world. And you are. He knew it the second he met you and learned your name that you were going to be the one he would always want in any timeline in the universe. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, proving to you and the universe that you were his reason for being. His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, to the steady breathing from your chest, back to your eyes, and then finally landing back on your lips. He mumbles something about how you have no clue what you mean to him before deciding to just give in and press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss immediately. Your breath hitches and it takes a second before you shut your eyes and kiss him back with the same amount of desire, tangling your hands in his hair as his own hands drop from your waist down to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing himself down into you.

You two stay like this, hands roaming each other while he stays slotted between your legs. Your lips connected, only separating for air, or for him to trail down your neck before coming back to your pillowy lips. As if he could never get enough of them. You smile into the kiss, your hands reaching down toward his sweatpants. One of his stays firmly on your hip and the other under your shirt, slowly creeping up your stomach. Just as you were about to reach the promised land, a clash of thunder rumbles through your room, reminding you both why your boyfriend was here in the first place. You flinch at the noise, causing Jungkook’s creeping hand to retreat immediately out of reflex, learning not to touch you when you are uncomfortable. He looks down at you with wide eyes, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong, moving his other hand off your hip and onto the bed out of caution. “You okay, bug? Did I do something?” His voice shakes and you can’t tell if it is from the lack of air from making out, or his concern of hurting you.

“No, you’re fine. I’m fine. The thunder. I forgot about the thunder.” You choked on a small laugh out of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. We can continue…if you want.”

He sighs, looking towards the window that displayed the city, the beautiful lightning dancing around the sky. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before getting off of you to close the blinds. When he returns, you expect him to crawl back on top of you and finish what you started. Instead, he crawls behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest, snaking an arm around your waist, and hooking a leg in between yours. He nudges your ear with his nose, kissing behind it before murmuring “Nah, it can wait. I’d rather have you on edge because of me and my tongue rather than the storm.” He practically counted down to when you gasped and watched your cheeks redden for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was getting frustrating for you that he had this hold over you just by mentioning anything sexual. So you said fuck it and tried your best at responding in kind.

“But don’t you need…I don’t know….help? With this?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible as you rolled your hips back against his crotch. His hand left your stomach, immediately gripping your hip in place against him and huffing into your ear.

“Don’t.” Got him.

“Don’t what?” You ask sweetly, tilting your head back to try to get a better view of him.

“Y/n…I’m trying to be the good supportive boyfriend that comforts you through storms. Not the boyfriend that completely ruins you and makes you mine over and over again.”

Don’t let him win, y/n.

“What if that’s the boyfriend I want?” You tried to roll your hips again but his grip only tightened further.

“Then you’re shit out of luck, bug.” he tries to sound stern, but you weren’t completely unsuccessful with the last hip roll. It was taking everything in him not to buck his hip forward.

You huff and lay your head back down on the pillow, facing away from him. “Maybe I should find a new boyfriend then…” you mutter softly, clutching the blanket closer to you.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens and you feel his death grip on your hip release. His hand slides up past your waist, over your forearm, past your shoulder, and across to your throat where he lightly wraps his hand around it, bringing your head closer to his face. You knew you did it. You made him snap. Jealous Jungkook will always be the way to go if you want to win. You can feel it and you’re excited. However, instead of crushing his lips onto yours or attacking your jaw with aggressive love bites before completely ruining you, he kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the crook of your neck, ending on your shoulder blade before he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, it is almost 4 in the morning on a Wednesday. You have work in the evening and I cannot consciously allow you to go tired and sore. So behave.” He threatens before lightly biting down on your shoulder.

You let out a defeated whimper, making him giggle. “You suck.” you sound like a fucking toddler about to have a tantrum.

“I know. Now go to sleep, princess. I’ll be right here all night…or morning…” he let go of your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist again, this time tugging you back to him a little harsher to serve as a ‘my decision has been made’ move. You mumble an okay and a goodnight before getting comfortable and closing your eyes, happy to be wrapped up in his embrace.

It’s completely silent except for the rain, the now distant thunder, and both of your slow breathing when Jungkook opens his sleepy eyes and looks down at your resting face. You look so happy and it overwhelms him thinking it’s because of him. He’s the reason you feel safe in someone’s arms. He’s the one you called when you were scared. He’s the one that gets to hold your hand, kiss you, and touch you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to kiss your temple. He hesitates there for a few seconds before finally whispering “I love you, bug. So much. I hope that’s okay.”

He places another gentle kiss and settles back down, closing his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep while thinking of better ways to tell you when you were awake. Except you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You heard him and you were struggling to control your breathing and the desire to turn around and verify what he just confessed. Instead, you waited a few moments that felt like an eternity until you were able to control your lungs long enough to form two sentences.

“It’s more than okay. I love you, too, Koo…” you whisper it so softly you weren’t sure if he heard it or if he was even still awake, until you felt him stiffen and his grip on you tighten. Neither of you said anything more, just basked in the love you both had for one another and finally having it out there. You drift off to sleep with a big smile on your face. Suddenly storms aren’t so horrible if it means having the person you love there by your side.

#btshoneyhive #bangtaninn #jeon jungkook #Jeon Jung Kook #BTS #Jungkook x reader #jjk x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook moments #jungkook fluff piece #jjk #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #jungkook fic #Kelly posts #Kelly writes #fic: Through the Night

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 month

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can i ask for a quick rundown of your mcd and/or mystreet rewrite? i’m a new follower and a tiny bit lost 😭

Ah, Ofc!! this will be a long post, because you said 'quick' and i just heard 'explain everything'. just because I don't know HOW to summarise everything, so I just explain what I can... which is too much.

each section will have a TL;DR if it's long, though.

So, the only rewrite I’ve actually, like, done so far is Amaranth (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31310384)

It’s an MCD rewrite, the first one I did, and it’s not **technically** related to my overall rewrite universe, though I’m not going to totally discredit it. It’s where I got a lot of my ideas, and it was sort of a first draft for me. It’s very similar to MCD, just with events changed to how I would have written them myself. Major change is that the Zane/aphmau engagement actually goes somewhere. My favourite change was the Pikoro arc tho for some reason bc it was just my first significant deviation from the original plot.

Now… cannibalism and cult stuff, yeah?

(Don’t read past this point if you are uncomfortable with discussions of human-on-human meat/organ consumption)

Lycoris Radiata (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50710504) is the only part of this current era of rewrite!Aphverse that has any content so far.

TL;DR for this section: i mostly just emphasised themes present in canon, there's cannibalism for magical reasons, Shad is more relevant early on, and there's a reason why characters look like that when i draw them, i promise. Also, cult stuff!

LR is an MCD rewrite, which has some lore changes. It begins with Avra (Aphmau) travelling with Visher, Garroth being angsty, and so on. Only the prologue and first chapter are currently posted, and you don't need to read Amaranth to begin it (though it will follow similar storylines later on). Basically, the main premise is that it’s kind of a criticism of imperialism, organised religion, and so on. Those are themes already present in original MCD, and so I… expanded. Blood Magic is the main magic focused on as well. It's the kind that Avra uses, and it's the kind that makes SKs function. Avra has to consume blood and meat (typically organ meat, preferably human) in order to have any amount of magic, and depending on what creature the meat comes from, also grants her some fun little magical extras. She also has a strong association with Judgement(Shad) in my rewrite, and there is a reason I draw them so often together. Most character changes you'll see have some lore-based backing for it. Characters who are made darker-skinned, or have had their haircolour changed, it's typically due to them belonging to a particular ethnic group that i made for Ru'Aun or Tu'La, which does impact their characters in the way that they obviously grew up under certain cultures. Sometimes it'll just be because I think it looks cool, or for visual/thematic parallels with another character. If you're ever curious as to knowing why i have certain characters looking the way I do, then just ask. Oh, also, people aren't just loyal to Avra because she's nice. there's like an actual cult thing that begins happening and to say there's some weird shit with that would be... underselling it.

A Royal Tale, and Mermaid Tales both fall into the timeline between LR and the MyS rewrite. they're quite insignificant series, but i decided to devote myself to being a completionist.

My plans for them aren't really set in stone yet, but I know i want to expand upon them and their lore a lot more, and they will eventually both fall into the, uh, cannibalism and murder theme of the rest of the rewrites. they'll likely be little side projects. I have trauma from ART tho. Show makes me *uncomfy*

Mystreet.... yayyyy...

No official name for the rewrite yet, I'm working on it.

TL;DR: If you let an edgy teenager write MyS but they also watched desperate housewives so they write some sitcom episodes on the side. Also, Avra needs that gross-tasting nailpolish that stops you from chewing on your nails... but like... all over her body.

Basically, MyS except they've always been reincarnations of their MCD (or LR, in this case) selves, with some residual trauma and habits because of that. I'm going to lean more into the darker seasons, even though Ik popular opinion is that the light-hearted ones were the best, and I'll just focus more on lore and stuff. PDH has a 17 year old Avra joining PDH, after being homeschooled for a while due to having some mental health issues. I'm going to go a little more 'general highschool drama' vibes, might have some mystery shit idk. Will be less cringe than canon, because yes, i'm cringe and i'm free, but even i have limits. The more lighthearted seasons might just be amalgamed into one big 'sitcom style' fic, which will be set before S4 and such, but i'll probably make lighthearted chapters between the serious ones. S4, Aphmau's Year, S5, S6 and Her Wish will be my main priority, and will go into the whole murder and cannibalism theme of LR. It'll already have been kind of expanded upon, because MyS!Avra has a bit of a habit of auto-cannibalism (eating the skin around her nails/on her fingers, on the inside of her cheeks and on her lips) which eventually just... goes a little crazy. There is gonna be cult stuff in MyS too, it just might present differently to how it does in LR. Or maybe similarly. Idk, depends on how you view it.

#tw cannibalism #tw cult #i dont know how to explain them without going into way too much detail i'm sorry #if anyone could do a better job of it i would pay them (i cant actually bc im broke but)#aphmau #aphverse #aphblr #rewrite #mcd #minecraft diaries #im working on a bible of LR info so i might just put the doc for that online eventually idk #lycoris radiata/ranthredo #ranthredo

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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pretty when you cry - bucky’s interlude

series masterlist / chapter six

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 03/02/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: some angst and that’s it i think??? aside from the fact that this isn’t very well written and adds very little if not nothing to the story so far 💀

words: 1.2k

notes: this is not edited. also it’s very possible that i delete this and pretend it never happened bc idk what i’m doing quite honestly lol. i am currently working on chapter six but i don’t know when i’ll be finished with it so i just wanted to post a little something to make up for the delay

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

Never had Bucky experienced emotions like this. Anger, possessiveness, jealousy, hell, love? Of course. He’s human. But these feelings, this love, so intensely? This deep connectedness to someone. No. Never.

He didn’t like it, either. Didn’t like the way it affected him. But when he was around her, the anger mostly fell to the wayside as her presence took over him. Head and heart. Bucky’s never been someone others would consider “loving”. Loyal and fiercely protective, but not necessarily loving.

With her, though, everything is different. He can feel it in his chest when he just thinks about her, let alone when he’s around her. That first night, he thought it would quickly go away. But it didn’t. And he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He even laid into Steve after he got back to the garage from following her to her house. First actual fight they’d had since they were teenagers, and all over some random girl at a bar. But she wasn’t random. He realized that when he stood in front of her frightened figure in her kitchen all those weeks ago. The realization that it could be something more than just a little infatuation filled him with resentment and something more carnal at that moment. Maybe anger and though he couldn’t admit it, fear, too. He wasn’t there to attack her. That wasn’t the plan. He was just there to scare her. But something dark inside of him snapped and he didn’t fight himself on his urges as he got closer and closer to her. The strong urge he had to take her. As if she was his to be claimed. The one his soul had been seeking out his entire life. Right there in front of him.

He could remember his mother telling him the stories surrounding soulmates. And how if he was lucky enough in this lifetime, he’d find his one day. He remembered feeling excited. Thinking there was someone out there meant for him, someone he’d love and spend his life with. Life had other plans for him, though. Years of loss and undeserved suffering had hardened him and he hadn’t thought about finding someone to love since he was a child. Long gave up on the idea of soulmates. He had his friends, and they were practically family. He didn’t need anything else. He didn’t need anyone else. Until you.

That night he felt your fright and nerves through the connection neither of you had consciously recognized yet. That was when it started to fall together. He knew there was a reason he had rushed out of the bar, out of his little impromptu meeting with Jack. It was strange, the moment he learned your name from Jack, that spark he felt when he had first met your eye earlier that night seemed to hit him again, even harder. Then he felt it.

He felt something was wrong, he couldn’t explain it. But he listened to his gut and found you being taunted by Steve as you tried to save yourself from the asphalt and leaned onto his bike for support. And then in the kitchen as you watched him approaching you. When you stood in your room, terrified while he ordered you to strip. He especially felt your urgent pleading as you looked into his eyes. For a split second he felt the rush of fear and embarrassment that was coursing through you. He didn’t stop, though. And you didn’t really even try to fight him, he thought as he tried to ease his guilt at hurting you. He had connected the pieces and thought back to each instant he had felt you, how was that possible. Was it true, then? The whole soulmate bullshit? He didn’t want to think on it in the moment. He convinced himself one fuck and he’d be done. Back to normal. No feelings. That blew up in his face the second he touched you. You were gorgeous and soft and sweet and those were his thoughts before he even entered you. Soulmate or not, you would have had him hooked for life. He couldn’t admit that, though. Had trouble even thinking it to himself. He told himself to snap out of it, but though his words to you were mean and hurtful, they didn’t help convince him that this would be over once he left. And it certainly wasn’t.

You invaded every thought he had, as if you hadn’t been doing it previously. And that pulling he felt to you only increased after he left you. He wanted to fight it. Tried to. Kept his distance, but sent some guys to the diner and some to the bar during your shifts, not that you really took notice. He kept watch on you, personally, too. And learned as much as he could about you online, on your social media accounts, through your family and friends posts about you. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to be too close, though. Physically. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. Hell, he jerked himself off to the thought of you nearly every night. All the while trying to convince himself that he could stay away from you, that he didn’t feel this intense draw to you. That he wasn’t constantly being called to you. Until he let Peter tag along with Walker and Torres to the diner during your shift. He saw the kid staring at you the entire time and felt his jealousy spiking as you approached him and when he saw you writing down your number to give to him, he couldn’t keep himself from walking into the diner. From going to get you away from him, truthfully. He felt your uneasiness at his arrival and instinctively he wanted to hold you to help calm you. That didn’t happen, though. He needed Peter out of there, and when he heard your plans for Saturday, he was seeing red and feeling green. He reached out to touch you when Peter exited the doors, and though you tried to pull away, he couldn’t let that happen. He also couldn’t show his neediness. Instead, he went with being a dick to you. He didn’t necessarily mean to, but he was annoyed by the idea of Peter and you going out and his annoyance was expressed through his words. Then what he thought would happen if he got near you again did and he found himself dragging you into the bathroom. He wasn’t too surprised when he felt your lips chasing his as he pinned you against the wall. He knew you had to feel what he did. There was no way that it was one-sided. And he knew first hand how difficult this was to fight, try as you both might.

Though, Bucky had to admit, he was growing tired of fighting. In fact, when he saw Peter so close to you, he decided he wouldn’t fight it any longer. And he wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t as affected by you as he was. Though the way you continued to try and deny it, denying him, it was becoming increasingly frustrating. If you were really soulmates, he wanted you in his life. He wanted you near him. And as you gave in to his lips, he was reminded of how good you felt, not that he could forget to begin with. He wanted you around.

He wanted you as his. In theory, you already were as far as he was concerned.

He needed you.

And he was going to make you admit that you wanted him, too. Get you to see that you needed him just as much.

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #pwyc series #dark!biker bucky #dark!biker!bucky #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #dark!bucky x plus size!reader #dark!bucky x plus size reader #dark!bucky x chubby!reader #soft!dark bucky #soft!dark bucky x reader

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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Imagining Levi being the little fucking creep he is walking through the halls when he hears us. We’re sitting with our friends talking.

Friend: “So y/n what’s your type? Physically I mean.”

Us: “Well you know… pale skin, deep blue eyes that are like daggers, dark hair, nice lips, some freckles maybe or beauty marks, good hands-“

Us basically describing Levi so our friend picks up on that is like.

Friend: “So captain Levi?”

And me absolutely SIDE EYE HER ASS

Us: “Why would you even say that….No”

Friend: “You just described captain Levi…”

And we’re just bamboozled because we really did but we don’t like him so levi is obviously in the back like holy shit I’m their type. Then we say some shot like:

Us: “The Captain is 5’3 I’m gonna need 6’3.”

tws: just levi being a creep bc he's yandere, obsessive tendencies, stalking, slight angst???

Levi truly prided himself on his stealth skill. You'd yet to become aware of his near-constant gaze, his calculating storm-grey eyes locked on you- appreciating you while he ensured you were safe and that no one was threatening the relationship he was working so hard to build. You'd also yet to notice your smaller possessions slowly dwindling- he had to keep that shrine of yours updated somehow!

And that's why he was listening in on your current conversation.

"-hat's your type, [Name]?"

You hum in response, glancing at your friend for but a moment before returning your gaze to the sky. "Well, that's pretty easy."

"I like a man with pretty, pale skin and cold eyes- like the ones you feel touch the depths of your soul!" You wiggle your fingers at them, creating the tell-tale spooky gesture before chuckling at yourself. "Bonus points if he has some delicious-lookin' lips and freckles- or maybe beauty marks! Those are so cute!"

You pause for a moment as a breeze passes by, enjoying the crisp air and the scent of autumn leaves. Levi watches as you, hope kindling inside of him.

"Oh! I also really like when they're mean to other people but really sweet to me. Oh, oh! And nice hands." You smile cheekily, tilting your head the way Levi loves. God you were made for him.

"Strong too- I want him to protect me. He's husband material if he-"

"So... Captain Levi."

Levi doesn't like the way your smile drops. You don't like him? Even after he's putting so much effort to protect you and the future you two will share? What more does he need to do? Should he start leaving more love letters? Kill more people for you? What more do you want? He'll do it!

"Absolutely not." You grimace, shuddering at the thought.

"But... you just described Captain Levi. Besides, if you don't go for your man now, Petra will steal him from you!" Your friend nudges your side, smirking.

Levi likes this friend! He'll ignore the fact that they suggested that god awful woman, if you could call her that with the way she all but throws herself at him, would steal him from you. He'll ignore it for now at least.

Wasn't it apparent that the two of you were meant to be? That you were all he's ever wanted and will need, just as he'll be all you'll ever want and nee-

"Good. Let her take him." You glare at the grass in front of you. "I don't want him."

Levi feels his heart shatter. Your friend pouts, saying something about how cute the two of you would look together.

You click your tongue, "I'll need a man that's tall. Like six foot at least."

Why would you need him to be taller? He can love you just fine as is!

"That damn creep is getting on my nerves anyway. He won't take the damn hint..."

#yandere boy #male yandere #tw yandere #tw: yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #yandere levi #aot levi #levi aot #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi

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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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Hiiii, hope you're doing good today 🤠 could i get a blurb from the Well Respected universe with Hotch and reader from before they got together 🥺 maybe her first day on the job or something, idk I'm feeling fluffy lmao

Hiiiiii <33 you absolutely can!!! I hope you’re having an amazing day. Also if I ever write a prequel chapter you have to pinky promise to pretend this doesn’t exist bc continuity errors give me a headache <3

Ps I do not think this is fluffy enough and I’m so sorry😭 pre relationship makes me so nervous to write fluff for cause I don’t want them to be TOO familiar yk

“Sir? The new agent is here to see you!” Garcia chirps from the doorway, and Hotch glances up from his paperwork without lifting her head. “I like her. She’s very… well, you’ll see!”

She flits away without a word, leaving Hotch only slightly nervous as to what she means. Her presence in the doorway is replaced by a shadow a second later, and then he sees you.

It’s a good thing that Hotch’s unwavering professionalism is one of his strong suits. Otherwise, god only knows what sort of embarrassing reaction he would have the first time he sees your smile. He blinks once, twice, snaps himself out of the haze he didn’t realize he had fallen into while you stick out your hand.

“Agent Hotchner, it’s nice to meet you. I’m here for orientation,” you say, and your eyes are so wide, your face is so eager, and Hotch is just grateful that your profiling skills aren’t as developed as his own. Yet.

He shakes your hand as he stands up from his desk, and nods when you introduce yourself. He commits both name and pronunciation to memory, then rounds the desk. “Let me show you around,” he offers, and when you nod he starts towards the open door.

“This is a really nice office,” you tell him, and he can’t tell if you’re trying to fill the silence or if you genuinely think that. “It’s an honour to work with you, sir. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Hotch hums, a short noise from somewhere in his throat. “Not all bad, I hope,” he murmurs. It’s fruitless; he knows you’ve probably heard all about what an overworked asshole he is. His reputation precedes him in most circles, for better and for worse.

“Not at all,” you assure him as he leads you to the conference room. When you start to turn in the wrong direction out of his office, he guides you with a hand on your back to keep you on track while letting you speak. “Well, I mean. I’ve heard a lot.”

A wry chuckle escapes him against his better judgement. “I’m sure you have. This is the conference room; every time a new case comes in, we meet here to go over the details. Garcia is currently transitioning us away from paper files, so we should be a little more high-tech in a few months.”

“Penelope, right?” you double check and he nods in answer while you look at the TV screen, chairs, and file folders. “She seems nice. Very bubbly.”

“She’s very nice. Bubbly is a good word for it,” he answers smoothly. Something about you is bringing his guard down, and he hesitates for a moment. “You’ve heard a lot, you said. About the team?”

You shrug one shoulder and follow him out of the conference room and down the stairs to the bullpen. “Some stuff about the team. Some stuff about the leader.”

Hesitancy is written all over your face. Hotch stops walking, forcing you to stop as well. When you make eye contact with him, he raises one eyebrow. Tell me more, it seems to say.

Maybe you’re feeling ballsy because it’s your first day, or maybe something about the arch of that eyebrow makes you want to tell him anything he wants to know. “They just never told me you’d look like that,” you murmur, averting your gaze again. “What’s next?”

That’s… well, it’s not what Hotch was expecting to hear. He files that thought away for later, then puts a hand on your back to guide you towards the cluster of desks that make up the BAU. “We’re full of surprises,” he says quietly, and it doesn’t take a profiler’s eye to see the way goosebumps rise on the back of your neck when you walk in front of him. “Let me introduce you to my team.”

#t answers #hausofwhores <3 #t thinks about housewives #d/s dynamic #aaron hotchner x reader #well respected #aaron hotchner blurb #my writing #t’s blurbs

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free-my-boy-grumbot · 1 year

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Ranking the ASOUE parts because I’m bored and my friend isn’t online

i would love to keep it extensive but i also don’t want tumblr to crash so i will keep it brief. spoilers, obviously. also charcater death.

13. The Grim Grotto

Listen just because it’s 13th doesn’t mean it’s BAD, it just means i’m kinda indifferent to it as opposed to obsessing over it like i do with the others. It’s just that I’m not THAT into nautical themes and I have 2 nautical-themed assignments to do in school today so I’m a little sick of it.

Also, I’m just not that big on Fiona as a character. I didn’t really like the two-girls-hate-each-other-for-no-reason thing that she had going with Violet (especially because it was really out of charcater for her), her romance with Klaus seemed out of place, and her being related to Fernald just seemed like it was pulled out of nowhere to get an emotional reaction. Again, I get why you’d like her and the part, it’s just not for me personally. Also esme’s worst outfit was featured here. Also in the netflix series it just wasn’t as funny as the other ones and that’s a huge thing for me

12. The Wide Window

Honestly didn’t expect this one to be so low, but it’s difficult to choose between these bc i love them all </3 anyways I actually liked Josephine as a charcater, I like the idea that she wants to help the children but is rendered basically incompetent because of her fear, they really popped off with that. HOWEVER they did a very similar thing with Hector but way better so alas </3 12th place

Also like I said, not a massive fan of sea-themed aesthetics. Also also I LOVE all of count olaf’s disguises but I’m kind of indifferent to captain Sham so that also might be why. Also, again, the rest of the netflix series was way funnier

11. The Carnivorous Carnival

Honestly, not much to say about this one. The “not really feeling strongly one way or the other” section has come early this year apparently. Esme and Olivia both SLAYED in their outfits and we got introduced to the circus crew which was cool as fuck. Sadly I have knocked SEVERAL points off for horny count olaf. The scene where he describes madame lulu as buttered really makes you appreciate how little force it takes to rip one’s ear off. It provides me with a new and informed understanding of the phrase “skin crawling”. other than that it’s pretty good :)

10. The Slippery Slope

Now I was one of those people who didn’t know what Mount Fraught syndrome was before reading this book, and the reveal of why the mountain was named that fucking eviscerated me. I was used to this series pulling shit like this constantly and yet this one destroyed me for some reason. If you already knew what mount fraught syndrome was before reading/watching this scene then you didn’t get the full experience and i’m sorry for you.

I also don’t LOVE quigley and violet. I know i just said that about klaus and fiona so it kinda seems like i hate romance, but i really dont. i hate forced romance. romance just isn’t daniel handlers strong suit but he insists on writing it anyway, and that’s fine. it’s what i do with basically everything i write about. Especially since in the netflix series duncan also has a crush on violet so it’s kinda ??? for her to end up with quigley. like do you guys think when quigley and duncan reunited quigley told him about this really cool girl called violet he met and duncan was like “…”. anyways imagine getting cucked by your presumed dead twin brother could not be me

9. The Austere Academy

okay so i felt bad putting this lower because i know someone that really likes this part but i’m sorry it’s just kinda there. i mean it was super funny and the dead horse bit is literally everything but that’s pretty much it. idk maybe there’s a metaphor in there that i’m missing who knows

also olivia was introduced so bonus points for that i guess. she reminds me of miss honey from matilda <33

8. The Ersatz Elevator

honestly i feel bad that this is only 8th but there are so many good ones imsorry. anyways esme and jerome got introduced in this one which gives is a LOT of extra points. i love esme and i pity jerome which makes me also love him. also shoutout to günther for being the only count olaf disguise that could theoretically get it.

my only issue with it is that jerome disowning the baudelaires was kinda forced yk?? like i know it had to happen for the plot to carry on but i don’t think he had a good reason to do it. i guess points for doing something other than just killing them off again?

7. The End

OKAY so you might be thinking “oh, this part is exactly in the middle! surely that means you’re neuteral about it” LMAO I WISH i have extreme positive and negative opinions.

okay so first off it took me a couple of rewatches to get this one because when i first watched it i didn’t know about the quote that it was referencing (“religion is the opium of the people”) but MAN they mentioned that quote in class and i was catatonic for like 2 minutes because oh my god. not only did the incredibly deadly viper come back (yippieee) but they also implied that in the bible adam and eve were actually saved from something by eating the fruit?? the 4chan atheist that lives in my head really likes this one, is what i’m saying. also i know i say that about all of them because my sense of humour is basically based on this series rn but it was so funny. i live and breathe for olaf’s lil christopher columbus moment.

sadly it does have its downsides (olaf and kit) (i really hate olaf and kit) (i don’t think they’re good together). i mean SURELY kit has better taste than that. i mean don’t get me wrong they’re both my favourite characters but they have no common ground on literally anything. plus this is biased but i liked him better with georgina or esme because they remind me of several songs i really like. they literally just pulled the kit x olaf thing out of their ass so that olaf would have some semblance of a reason to die. oh yea i also think olaf didn’t need to die, i know Kit didn’t eat the antidote because it would have affected the baby but olaf could have totally eaten it!! he was offered it!! he wasn’t pregnant!!! it was so out of charcater for him not to eat it!!

6. The Hostile Hospital

Okay this one is SUPER biased because as y’all probably know i love the mad scientist trope it is my favourite trope ever AND i love count olaf so seeing them get put together was so cool. I know I keep bringing this up but i really do love the aesthetics they’re so cool. also also loved all the horror film references. most importantly (actually not that important) esmes outfit went so fucking hard literally i will never recover from the sheer power and moxie of Knife Heels. When I become actually talented at textiles i will recreate her outfit and probably ruin my carpet with those heels.

5. The Bad Beginning

a classic <33 the netflix version of this was literally one of the funniest eps of anything i ever watched i could feel my brain chemistry being rearranged as i watched it. also count olaf’s best era idc what he did he was literally just being sillay. also it has one of the best songs in the series honestly. OH ALSO justice strauss <33 and the troupe <333 literally all the beloveds are here there are no flaws

4. The Reptile Room

MONTY <333 HIIII MONTYYYY <33333333 literally my fav character he has never done anything wrong in his life ever. Also I love his fucking house it’s so cool if I had that much money I too would base my entire house on my special interest. also one of the only parts of the nickelodeon movie i didn’t hate so that’s fun.

3. The Miserable Mill

Lots of cool shit here!! First of all Shirley served astronomical amounts of cunt she had zero bad lines. Also I honestly think Georgina and Olaf were so underrated they remind me of several songs i like also they’re both fucked up and evil <333 she’s like esme but without the ulterior sugar bowl motives. also the fact that her name is GEORGINA ORWELL like ok. queen of subtlety. Like I get it if I was named that I would prolly start hypnotising people too. I also kinda love orwellian themes yk those are always fun.

AND OMG HOW COULD I FORGET CHARLESSS i feel so bad for him constantly he has never done anything wrong in his life and is also inexplicably british i love him sm

2. The Penultimate Peril

I love a good reunion episode tbh i love seeing all the characters together <33 also like this episode is so fun to dissect? (is that the right word?) i loved figuring out who JS was i loved finding differences between Frank and Ernest I loved figuring out what the fuck was going on it was so fun it’s like the best thing about this series.

of course that’s only partially true tpp would be nothing without those sexy sexy monologues

1. The Vile Village

TVV BELOVED <33 I have a separate post about the but they literally have everything. it’s a metaphor for autism it’s a metaphor for religion it’s a metaphor for the school system is there anything they CANT do. Also this is like my 5th time saying this but there are 300+ characters and i’m an indecisive bitch so i will do it again. Hector the actual loml is literally my fav charcater hes so me. don’t worry dude i cant openly defy authority despite knowing its unjust either <3 literally we would be best friends irl. she’s RELATABLE she’s MORALLY AMBIGUOUS she has SEVERAL INTERPRETATIONS I AGREE WITH she’s STRANGE she’s everything you want in an asoue book honestly

Also detective dupin and officer luciana kinda slayed what was Wrong with them <3

#cameron monologues #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #the bad beginning #the reptile room #the wide window #the miserable mill #the austere academy #the ersatz elevator #the vile village #the hostile hospital #the carnivorous carnival #the slippery slope #the grim grotto #the penultimate peril #the end asoue

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bensonsbobblehead · 1 year

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Ready — Olivia benson x Daughter!oc

Pairings; Olivia Benson x Daughter!OC

Content warnings: talks of sex and bc

wc; 0.8k

summary; Olivia’s daughter is nervous about her favorite person meeting her new favorite person.

[ masterlist ]

Carly honestly wanted nothing more than her two favorite people to meet. Her first favorite being her mama. Olivia had always been Carlys go too because her mom never ever judged her. She was exactly alike and different from Olivia. She was strong and independent among other things.

Carly always managed to bring the silly out of Olivia especially since her job didn’t bring her much joy. Olivia loved her job but to often she would imagine Carly in some victims shoes. Coming back home to her was her favorite thing. It was also Carly’s favorite part of the day until she met Jasper.

They met on her way to the station when they ran into each other, literally. They had always went to school together but never crossed paths until the train. He’s so sweet to Carly, always calling her when he can. Jasper was the oldest of 4 and the only boy in his household. He helped his mom tremendously, raising three girls alone was tough so he mostly spent time playing, taking them to the park, helping them with homework, anything he could to ease his moms stress.

Carly’s favorite thing was hearing about all the gossip going on in the middle and elementary school. Carly had been to the park with Jasper and his sisters. Really any public place they both didn’t want to seem like they were sneaking. Per Jaspers request, he really loved Carly and wanted nothing but approval from the woman that raised her.

Another reason Carly was telling her mom because she and Jasper were ready to take it to the next level. They had been together for a while now with a few make out sessions but that’s it. It’s never gotten to spicy for them though until recently when they were making out and Jaspers hand touched her ass. It freaked him out more than her and it sparked the “are we ready?” conversation. Carly definitely needed her mom for this so she had to tell her.

After the case was over Olivia rushed home. Carly texted her that they needed to have an important conversation and Olivia should be “open minded” to what she had to say. Olivia was a bit worried at first of course.

Olivia opened the door to the apartment walking in to the kitchen where Carly was. She was in her moms NYPD hoodie and biker shorts with fuzzy socks.

“Hey mom” Carly said softly not hiding her nervousness at all,

“Don’t give me that sweetness, what was that text about.” Asking as the pair headed to the couch, Carly sitting across from her mom.

“I’ll just spit it out.. I have a boyfriend that I really like, like a lot and of course he likes me a lot too. His name is Jaspers and he’s super nice to me and also very sweet and I think I’m ready to have sex with him I actually know I am because we both talked and he’s ready but I want you to meet him and know him and also help me with the sex part —-“

Carly rambled on without taking a breath, Olivia putting a soft hand on her lnee.

“Breathe Carly” she laughed,

“First, I’m happy you found someone you like I can tell he makes you happy. Secondly, I would love to meet him.”

Olivia smiled at her daughter with Carly smiling back nervously with silence covering the room.

“And the other part?” Carly bit her lip with the anticipation of being yelled at.

“I’m glad you told me and I understand that you’re ready for that but are you sure you’re ready sweetie?” Olivia hadn’t met Jasper yet and the detective in her wanted to make sure it was fullyCarly’s decision.

“Yeah I’m sure, Jasper wouldn’t hurt me or do anything I don’t want to do. I’m just afraid that he won’t like it or that I won’t like it. Like what if it hurts?”She asked her mom curiously,

“That’s understandable, you both just have to find what works for you. It’s all trial and error. If it does hurt I’m sure he would stop if you’re uncomfortable and same for you.” Olivia smiled dearly at her daughter,

“It’s about what makes you both happy but I do think we need to get you on birth control.”

“Okay, thank you so much for not judging or being mad at me.” The girl was afraid that her mom would react in a completely different way. Afraid she would get in trouble for wanting and having a boyfriend.

“I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to be your mama.” She pulled Carly into a hug placing a long kiss on her cheek.

The birth control talk came when Carly first turned 16. At the time sex and love was not in Carlys vision at all. So her and Olivia both agreed that when she was ready she would.

Olivia always wondered how she managed to raise such a beautiful girl. She was always in awe of Carly and her beautiful nature.

“So when can I meet him?” Olivia asked as Carly began to ramble out a whole plan. Seeing her daughter happy made everything worth it.

#Olivia benson #olivia benson x daughter #olivia benson mom #olivia benson x daughter!oc #olivia benson daughter #svu daughter #mom Olivia benson #svu #law & order: svu

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fe-fictions · 6 months

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Benny with a s/o who finds his appearance and build to be cute rather than intimidating. S/o can be a Oc, si, or just corrin I’m not picky)

(Let's GOOOO bc Benny IS so cute ;;; A ;;; Also I alternate between Benoit and Benny for his name; Benoit just sounds so much cooler, and I love the idea of Benny being his nickname ;;; )

He’d heard you describe him using that word once before. And he still wasn’t completely certain how he was supposed to take it. After all, he was notoriously one of the most fearsome and intimidating members of your army.

Where in the world did you get the idea he was anything other?

The latest time you said such an outlandish thing was during tea with your sister. Camilla had wondered aloud what had you so enamored with the man (who was currently hulking beside you, a towering presnece at the tea table.

“Well, I mean, where do you start?” You replied, looking your husband up and down and earning a bashful smile from him. “He’s just so cute!”

The term made Camilla giggle, and baffled Benoit.

“Er…you think I’m cute?” He repeated, a bit stunned by the statement, “You’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious!” You huffed, as though offended he would suggest anything otherwise.

“But why?”

“Because! You’re- oh, I don’t know! It’s something about your face, and your hair, and how big you are…”

“Darling, those traits would make him look more intimidating than adorable. You seem to be confusing the two.” Camilla remarked, incapable of withholding her amusement.

“But he’s not fearsome!!” You countered, bordering on indignant. “I mean, look at him! He’s such a sweet and gentle person, how could anyone think him sometihng other than cute?”

“I-I think you’re referring more to my personality, not my appearance.” He corrected you as dour as ever. “I don’t exactly look ‘cute’. You look much cuter than I do.”

“Oh, stop it! Flatterer.” You laughed, failing to hide the blush on your cheeks behind your fingers. “That’s what makes you so cute! You look so rugged, and strong, but you’re such a gentle soul on the inside. I’ve never seen a man who can just hold out his hand and have a bird just fly over to you! It’s part of what makes you so special.”

“I feel like you’re describing an animal. Not a grown man.” Benny said shyly, the gushing praise of his wife making his heartbeat far too quick.

Camilla was smiling to herself, watching the two of you get into a competition over who might get more flustered first.

“When you explain it like that, darling, I’m beginning to understand your line of reasoning. Him being a big, gruff yet gentle spirit is quite charming.”

“Yes! You get it!” You cheered, grinning at your poor sweet husband. His eyes were fixed on the tea, a big part of him wanting to hide in a corner. “He’s just so adorable, isn’t he??”

“Indeed he is,” Camilla grinned behind her teacup.

“Come on, now…this is a little much.” Benoit mumbled. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Benny. I just love my big, sweet husband so much I want everyone to know it! And if they don’t understand why, it’s my marital duty to educate them.”

“How many more people are you going to ‘educate’?” He sounded mortified by the mere thought.

You shrugged, “Anyone who asks! Camilla was just the start.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind if…if you didn’t educate anyone else.” He sighed, earning another laugh and a kiss on the cheek.

“Very well, my love. If you’d rather maintain that fearsome image, I won’t undermine you. Now let’s finish our tea. And maybe, if Camilla asks for more stories or has other curious questions…I might just oblige.”

“Oh, I don’t think she-”

“Actually, Benny dear, I have thousands of questions I’d simply love to ask my Corrin. Now, when did you first discover how cute he was?”

Benny was beyond a good sport when it came to being harassed by his wife, thankfully. And you were sure to apologize for embarrassing him with a litany of kisses; the only fair compensation for his troubles.

#benny #corrin #fe 14 #fire emblem fates #fe fates #benoit #benny x corrin #benoit x kamui #fluff #fe fictions #fe-fictions #just pure sweet fluff thats all this is #short and sweet #i had to write it asap ;;;;

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hxhhasmysoul · 6 months

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bro get over ur 'performative feminism' idiocy 🙄 personally, i think half of ur analyses r shit but i can still find valuable or at least respectable commentary in them, just like i can find valuable or respectable commentary from those 'performative feminists.' as i should. bc thats how critique and discourse needs to be approached. just bc u can write a rant and do research doesnt mean ur arguments will be worth anything. and theyre prob not worth anything if u cant even respect the ppl ur addressing

I have to tell you, I’m fucking fascinated by this. There’s just so much here.

This will be an honest attempt at interpreting this, a long and at times quite serious reply to your rather unserious anon.

What is the point of sending this, anon? When I get anons like this, I can’t help but muse what prompts their authors.

1. I mean the least charitable interpretation would be that you want to insult me but in a way that to you subjectively upholds the pretence of respectability or intellectualism?

2. Or maybe your goal is to actually encourage me to change my behaviour?

3. Maybe you want to educate me on the proper way to do fandom “discourse”? Or on the merits of the philosophy you present here?

Any of those? None? All of the above a little bit?

______________

If option 1 was your sole objective, I’d say it works only as an insult. The tone of your ask is all over the place and it doesn’t really match its content. If I were writing this, I wouldn’t have called my analyses “shit” and the “performative feminism” “idiocy” while chastising me for lack of respect for the opinions of others. I don’t mind you matching my lowbrow energy and tone, it’s just that in my opinion you contradict your point by going down to my level.

Maybe something closer to this:

“(...)the phrase ‘performative feminism’ doesn’t have a place in proper critique or discourse(...)”

“(...)I find half of you analyses poor quality, unwarranted or downright wrong(...)”

______________

If you were aiming for 2 exclusively then, alas, shaming and condescension doesn’t work on me at all, for personal reasons.

______________

Third option is the one actually fascinating to me. You’re not the first person here that would be trying to lecture me on how there is a right approach to fandom “discourse”, namely your way. But you know, why not. I too hold very strong beliefs.

There are two issues with this working, though.

1. I don’t find your argument internally coherent. I will try to interpret what you’re saying, to show you how I understand it. Which may be completely contrary to what you were trying to say.

2. If my reading of what you’re trying to say is close to your intentions, I sense that we’re not really close ideologically and we don’t share values.

The way I understand your last sentence is that according to you an opinion loses its value by default if it doesn’t meet some respectability standards.

Yet a few sentences up you claim that you manage to find some “valuable or at least respectable commentary” in my rants, I’m not 100% sure which rants do you mean exactly here. All of them? Or just those that are “shit”? How can you find value in something that you seem to consider to be by default void of value?

I’ll be real, idk what “respectable commentary” could possibly be, but if I show no respect to the people I address, then how could my commentary be respectable.

This confusion is also amplified by the mismatch of tone and message. Because according to the rules you laid out I should disregard what you’re saying completely, because how can your arguments be worth anything if you aren’t showing respect to me.

And here we come to the clash of values.

The way I understand yours, is that you subject yourself to fandom takes that you find low quality or wrong because that’s the right thing to do. That according to you we should all strive to find something positive in all sides of an issue.

It reminds me of the centrist political “both-sidedism” almost turned into an art form. And centrism irks me because I’m a nasty lefty, a social justice warrior. I’m very far from the so-called “centre”, which in real politics is usually just non extremist right wing ideology. I will use “leftism” as an umbrella term here for various ideas, both economic and social, including feminism. It's a very reductive approach but in this case I don’t think a distinction is needed.

Social media platforms can have a heavy political slant, and fandom Tumblr on average slants left.

The problem is that in many cases it’s image building and not true understanding of the issues that comprise the political leaning. It’s using, but more often misusing buzzwords and appropriating language, sometimes in active attempts to render words or terms meaningless. All in the pursuit of maintaining the image of being “for the good things and against the bad things”. It’s a performance.

Performance that is self perpetuating because the people, who indulge in it, will pressure one another to express “correct opinions” on whatever is the hot topic of the hour. To always be available for outside scrutiny. Those people feel obliged to have public opinions, and have them fast.

Fandom and social media are a funny territory where petty arguments about characters or plot choices get mired in real world political topics and ideologies. While it is true that art is always political, political criticism usually can’t be nailed down in one catch phrase. And it definitely can’t be done without honestly engaging with the text and the context it exists in.

In the JJK Tumblr tags you will find a shit ton of posts, no longer than a paragraph, usually no longer than a single sentence, that call Gege a misogynist, that say that “Gege hates women”. And they will usually use one argument for that, namely that female characters die in JJK. Or more recently, that they are irrelevant to the plot. Both these takes stem from bastardisation of academic discourse surrounding female characters in fiction. They are in bad faith, they show that the person reflexively regurgitating them has no desire to engage with the text seriously and probably doesn’t know where such considerations came from, or understand how they functioned in their original context. But sometimes you will see more dedicated clout-chasers, who try to write meta posts on the misogyny in JJK without having a basic understanding of feminism, just trying to string together popular hot takes. Just to show that they don’t “mindlessly” consume media, that they are not afraid to criticise it and its author, an all out a woman hater. Show it in the most vapid and thoughtless way possible.

That’s why they are a performance. And this performance is to build the image of the op as a feminist, a "Tumblr good person". That’s why they use the trappings of feminist critique. That’s why I call it “performative feminism”.

An important thing to understand about me is that I don’t treat leftism as a zero sum game. I believe that political movements, organisations, people and works of art, can be doing some leftist things right and some wrong. That perfection on this is impossible. But there are also non negotiable issues, issues that you can’t really do a bit right, because human dignity, safety and livelihood is at stake. For example I’m not interested in listening to people who will condone genocide, I don’t think I should try to find value in their arguments. But I also don’t find value in reactions to genocide that dehumanise and use genocidal language towards a different group, even if a subset of that group is committing genocide. For me genocide is a non negotiable issue. I don’t respect people who try to perform support for genocide victims by justifying genocide others. People who instead of donating to relief support, or promoting relief support and direct pressure on government, chase clout by shouting out their vile opinions under the guise of supporting the victims, regardless whether they understand their own bias or not.

But you may say that I’m exaggerating, using a real life issue to illustrate my disagreement with your values, when maybe you were just limiting your philosophy to fiction. But my character flaw is that I’m very principled. Especially when it comes to my grander principles trickling down to more trivial stuff.

I don’t think I should respect people who appropriate and misuse feminist language to chase social media clout. I don’t find any value in their behaviour. I find it actually harmful. It reinforces this trend in first world leftism that activism can be done by yelling the right buzzwords on social media. Especially the right buzzwords about popular media. That activism and social critique doesn’t require engaging with the ideas, interrogating their own preconceived notions. That it makes them a “good person” when they misuse academic language to shit on a work just because it’s popular, just because they want the clout of an intellectual who can see through the mainstream. While it’s painfully obvious that they have no idea what feminist critique academic or casual is, or what the words they abuse mean, or what modern feminism even entails.

Can you see how funny it is? This idea that they can position themselves as above the mainstream, as the betters of those who enjoy mainstream, by reflexively regurgitating the most popular hot takes. And this lazy behaviour is purely voluntary because no one has to have an opinion on everything. It’s actually impossible to have an in-depth and well researched opinion on everything. So if you don’t have the time to do research, or to even properly familiarise yourself with the work you have the very valid choice not to. Have the choice not to parrot a hot take for the sole purpose of performing activism. You have the choice to just divert your attention elsewhere, towards things that you will engage with in good faith.

Because this kind of bad faith approach can lead to darker things. Because you can actually make yourself believe that your behaviour isn’t just a vapid social media act, you can convince yourself that you’re on some moral high ground, that you’re actually fighting against evil.

If Gege is a misogynist, if they hate women, it means that they are actually vile, a bad person and it’s ok to use violent ideation while writing about them. This is normalising dehumanisation for clout points. Priming yourself for viewing people and situations like this.

Gege is kind of an abstract entity for these people, it feels harmless because, come on, they will never meet Gege. And obviously this is all hyperbole and they wouldn’t really get violent.

I witnessed it in real time when a group of people in fandom decided that my friend was a bad person. Over trivial fandom shit. They dehumanised my friend amongst themselves and proceeded to attack my friend for months, until they left Tumblr. Attack them in racist, misogynist and queerphobic ways, while claiming it’s okay because my friend is an actual evil person, they are actually dangerous for existing in the fandom. And also their attacks are okay because they are PoC/queers/women and as members of these groups their behaviour can't be racist, queerphobic or misogynist by deafault…

You also misunderstand my actions towards those people. I’m not engaging in “discourse” with them. This is not academia, I’m not an academic. I’m pushing back against their behaviour. I’m expressing my distaste towards the groupthink. I’m not pretending to be respectable because I don’t think their behaviour deserves respect.

This is the crux of our disagreement, anon, our values don’t align.

#answering asks #a mentally well person would’ve just deleted this anon #but I need something to distract me from my anxiety and general shittyness of today #also anon entertains themself with reading shit analyses #i entertain myself with treating anons like they are serious people

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ofdreamsanddoodles · 1 year

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just occurred to me that all of iruma’s main interests have, like, some tense relationship to gender. like azz & clara don’t usually focus as much on it as amelie used to, but at the start of the series, a bunch of students would refer to clara as kind of like, a weird pet iruma & azz have. even amelie has a line where she’s like “i forgot this strange beast was a girl.” clara doesn’t seem to mind it too much, even though she does have a strong identity as being the “big sister,” and the more aware she gets of her crush on iruma the more she considers doing more feminine things. it’s not that she doesn’t want to be a girl it’s that people consider her so strange & offputting that they forget she is one unless she reminds them.

azz’s relationship is, like, both less & more subtle considering that there’s a lot implied (like him being trans) but he’s never like. said anything. he very explicitly does not want to be referred to his feminine first name, always wears a certain cut of jacket that gives him a specific silhouette, is shown to be super uncomfortable with his bloodline ability, which is potentially something he considers feminine, since it’s probably related to love in some way (i know we got the pretty boy freshman & mr hat has his own thing going on, but as far as we’ve seen that seduction classes are mainly girls only, & his mom is the crown of lust). one could argue his desire to be a protector is also very transmasc of him, but i think it’s pretty clear whatever azz’s deal is, we haven’t heard the full story yet, but i think it’s interesting he’s so insistent on fighting for iruma, when amelie (who is stronger), struggles a lot with her crush towards the beginning, because she’s worried her strength & height means she’s not feminine or cute enough to catch iruma’s attention & a lot of times she actually ends up deferring to eliza on what to wear because she’s more typically feminine

judging by her comments at the evildol festival (”a girl is at her cutest when she tries her best”) it’s something she overcomes, but she still wants to be the one that gets carried like a princess despite being over a foot taller & fantasizes about iruma giving her flowers. it’s funny because her love of first love memories means she sometimes uses that as a basis for how a relationship should go, so she’s absorbing japan’s ideas about gender, but also a big part of the manga is rin’s interest in taekwando, which she uses to save her male love interest from the “evil organization,” which isn’t necessarily the most typically feminine thing either.

also, of course, if i’m talking about gender, i have to mention iruma, who shows up in the netherworld completely unaware of his own desires after a lifetime of putting others first & struggles to even do something as simple as using a transformation spell to give him clothes he likes, and canonically exclusively only wore stuff his grandfather bought him until he had azz (king of gender) go shopping with him. (also a very large part of s1 was him struggling with discomfort about being put in the spotlight bc he didnt want to be perceived) they’re all very concerned with their image in a way i don’t think i’ve seen very often in shounen manga, & i think it makes it all the nicer they end up gravitating towards each other so quickly, because it doesn’t seem like many of their classmates feel as strongly about this (tho amelie apparently only recruits “weirdos” to the student council, according to the members themselves, so maybe they're more complex than what we’ve seen so far)

#*accidentally t4ts your polycule*#im sorry i know its not this deep #mairimashita! iruma kun #mairuma #iruma kun #aster speaks

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pandorem · 2 years

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I find it kind of interesting when people try to ignore Elias, Not!Sasha, and Jon’s burgeoning beholding powers when it comes to Jon’s paranoia and obsession in season 2. On the one hand, I completely understand the impulse, given that leaning too far into those explanations can feel like making excuses for Jon or sandpapering out his very real flaws. I actually have the opposite problem with how some of the fandom treat Sasha, Georgie, and to a lesser extent Basira, making them less flawed and therefore less complex and interesting as characters. Making them less like whole and real people. And with Jon, given that he’s the main character and canonically goes by he/him pronouns, I’m also used to fandoms historically being way too forgiving of their male characters and their flaws, so I also totally get the instinct to fight against that.

On the other hand, in this specific context, it feels less like refusing to make excuses for Jon and more like ignoring the very real context of the situation. Elias killed Gertrude and has lying to and manipulating Jon since the day they met. Not!Sasha replaced his friend, and was at times actively trying to make Jon feel threatened and afraid, and we still don’t know how much Not!Sasha was purposefully doing things to feed of everyone’s fear outside of some specific instances. Jon has just experiences a traumatic event, found out his predecessor was murdered, and his Beholding powers are slowly creeping in without him realizing it. Beholding powers that are both the antithesis of the Stranger and not yet strong enough to oppose the Stranger yet, just strong enough to Know that Something is Wrong Here. There is danger, something is not right.

I don’t think any of that context has to be excuses, because the state of paranoia it leaves him in leads him to some truly fucked up and hurtful choices (mainly stalking Tim to his home, etc.). I do think acknowledging the context can actually make the situation that much more messy and interesting. He was RIGHT, but his actions still hurt people that cared about him. Tim didn’t kill anyone, but if he had been not!Them’d instead, then Jon would’ve been right not to trust him. Where does that leave Tim and his hurt and his grief? Fics that run with that idea and have that be an aspect of Tim’s anger, that Jon was right in the end, so it’s like he can’t even decide if his very valid feelings about the situation are allowed, and worse, maybe he was only right because he’s becoming a monster! And Jon Knew something was wrong when Tim didn’t (couldn’t) realize Sasha was gone and something was pretending to be her… and that just drags him further into the spiral of grief and anger and resentment, unable to untangle the feelings there. It’s so messy. I wanna take the huge snarl of string of Tim and Jon’s feelings and untangle it, following each thread to its own painful feeling and give it a name.

So like…. I guess my point is that Jon made fucked up and hurtful choices bc he has always been predisposed to obsession and paranoia (as well as impulsivity, thank you adhd), and I don’t think that acknowledging the broader context of the situation in this specific context means we can’t hold him accountable for that or feel empathy for his natural paranoia. Like, you can paint a complex picture of someone going into a paranoia spiral, but the situation is different when that spiral is explicitly being affected by multiple people deliberately trying to gaslight that person. And Jon’s situation feels closer to the latter than the former.

#tma jon #tim tma #tim stoker #jonathan sims #tma meta #the magnus pod #the magnus archives #sorry I always tag so much I’m v bad at tagging #season 2 spoilers #season 2 Jon #season 3 spoilers #jon my beloved

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matsur1 · 2 years

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Warnings: Shinichiro x f!reader, angst, death, depression, suicide [kind of?] andddd idk what else- but if there's more then pls lmk<3

word count: 1.2k words!

A/n: This is a one time thing (for now I guess?-) that I did bc I was inspired by a tiktok, also can't tell if this is a sad ending or a happy ending💀 anyways enjoy reading!! SORRY IF SOMEONE ALREADY DID THIS PLOTT AKJSHDUFADF IF SUM1 ALREADY DID PLS LMK SO I CAN DELETE THISS (cz they might think I stole their plottttt) tiktok inspiration link: https://www.tiktok.com/@sohndehr/video/7101730597776772379?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7080717004572182017

You were in your father’s shop as usual, doing duties as he told you to. You listed down all the things found in your father’s shop until you heard a voice.

“Um, excuse me miss,” he had an appealing, mid-low voice.

You turned around to see who the customer was, and you replied, “Ah yes, is there something you need?” The black-haired man hesitated and stuttered, “Can I get your numbe- I mean- uh- do you guys have any motor parts available?” You chuckled at his stuttering and “mistake”, but you decided to say, “Mhm, we do.”

“Oh okay, can I take a look at them and see which ones I could buy?” He once again asked. “Sure!” you stated.

While you led him into the motor part section of the shop, you decided to tease him a bit, “By the way, I don’t mind giving you my number at all.” He blushed and denied, pretending not to know what you were talking about.

Later on, when he was done paying for the things he bought. He mustered up all the confidence he had and smugly asked you, “So, where’s that number I was supposed to get? Don’t tell me I gotta pay for that too!” You giggled at the humor he had and gave him a little paper with your number written on it. You both then told your goodbyes, and both your day went on with a big smile on your faces.

After giving the black-haired man your number, he immediately texted you that night as soon as he finally finished with all the things he needed to do. He started the conversation by texting you, “Hey! It’s me from the shop. I forgot ask you your name earlier. My name’s Shinichiro Sano! You can call me Shin in short.” The both of you from then on got to know each other even more. Not to mention, he also kept bragging about his siblings.

Finding out that Shin came back to his homeland, Japan, made you sad but he promised you that he’ll go back to the Philippines along with his siblings next time! And of course, time came when you both officially became a couple!

One day he sent you a message. Reading, “Hey y/n! I know it’s been months since we last got to see each other in person. And trust me I miss you very much!!! I’ve been working hard to save up money so me, Mikey, Emma, and Izana could visit you there! Mikey keeps getting mad at me because I tell him about you all the time. I’m certain that even though I haven’t told Emma and Izana about you yet, they’d love you!!!! Won’t let them steal you away from me though. Anyways, just a bit more patience princess. We’ll be able to see you very soon!!!!! Love you always and keep safe, alright? I’ll see you soon.

Love, Shinichiro”

And that letter was no exception to Shin’s letters giving you a smile that reaches the ears and butterflies in your stomach. You were very excited to meet his siblings too, of course! You had a strong feeling that you’d get along with them very, very well! You sometimes would even have a hard time sleeping at night, not being able to hide your excitement. Even during the day, your father would always tease you for always having so much energy, asking you what you’re always excited for.

And that excitement didn’t last long, after a month of Shin sending that letter to you. Today, you also got another letter sent in the mail. You got excited, thinking it was from Shin. Checking the letter only to see it was from Shin’s grandfather. Written down was, “Hello dear y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you from Shin-chan. You truly are a kind woman to our Shin and we’re always grateful for that. He never had a girlfriend once in his life and knowing that his first girlfriend is a respectful woman like you makes me happy for him,” You smile at the kind words given by his grandfather, until… “However, I’m sorry to be the one telling you this but, Shin has passed away. I wish to invite you here in Japan and attend his funeral. Make sure to kindly ask your parents for permission first. I’m really sorry y/n. We hope to see you here. I’m sure Shin would also want to see you one last time.” You weren’t expecting this at all. After all, he promised right? He promised he’d see you again in person. Tears kept dripping down. Your father noticed you and asked you what the matter was, but no words were able to leave your mouth. Nothing but the cries of a woman in love losing her partner.

After you were finally able to calm down a little, your father allowed you to go to Shin’s funeral.

Finally, you reached Japan. Shin’s grandfather got Shin’s friend named Wakasa to pick you up from the airport and bring you into the Sano household. The bus that you rode with Wakasa was pretty empty and quiet. You look outside the window, sorrow taking control of your eyes. “So, you’re Shin’s girlfriend?” he politely asked. After seconds of waiting, he got no reply, so he decided to break the silence once again, “He kept bragging about you to basically everyone he meets up with. He always goes “My girlfriend’s like this and that.” Wakasa chuckles, trying to remember the countless times Shin bragged about you. "He never shuts up.”

You feel tears cloud up your eyes once again, but you decided to wipe it off, not wanting to cause a ruckus inside the bus. You sniff, “Aren’t you sad about his death? Aren’t you his friend?” You curiously ask. “Well, of course, I am. But I know Shin, and he wouldn’t want his loved ones to sob gallons of tears for his death, maybe a whole bottle would be acceptable for him, but never a gallon. He’d surely get mad.” He replied trying to make you cry less.

You finally arrive at the Sano household. Slowly walking over to the casket, you saw Shin’s picture. His innocent smile wanted to make you sob right then and there but you pulled yourself together, remembering what Wakasa had told you. You were able to hold back your tears, not until you saw Shinichiro peacefully resting inside his casket. He was wearing a black suit. A suit you were supposed to see in yours and Shin’s wedding. But instead of a wedding, it was at his funeral.

You fell onto your knees. You heard other people crying but what caught your attention was two little voices that seemed like Mikey and Emma. You heard a little girl ask, “Mikey-nii, who is that girl?”

“Shin-nii’s first and last girlfriend,” Mikey replied in monotone. “Oh… that’s, sad… They were just two people that are in love...” Emma muttered.

In the end, you still cried about a gallon of tears. And those tears lasted for months. You decided to lock up yourself inside your room, never having any appetite nor energy to go out. You just couldn’t find any motivation anymore. No matter how many reasons this world could give you, it was different without Shin. Until the time came, you knew it was your turn.

“Shin...” you whispered, then your eyes slowly shut off. You saw a vision of a blurred black-haired man. Slowly, your visions were finally able to identify who it was.

“We meet again, my princess.”

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