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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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its all fun and games thinking about price until you start thinking about Dragon!Price. What id let that dragon man do to me is horrifying. He'd be so warm and cozy! But also so so so possessive of you! Someone flirts, say goodbye to your ability to walk and say hello to a bunch of marks 👍

Thinking about Price being known as the mean old dragon living in the mountains and all the villagers fear him, have tried to defeat him only to end up dead and those who’ve managed to survive haven’t been able to tell the tale from the sheer shock of surviving the event. One day someone as adventurous or rather someone as foolish as you sets out to meet this dragon only to discover him tucked away in some corner of his cave while baring his claws at you, in an attempt to defend himself.

However you don’t take out your sword to hurt him, matter of fact you sit down on the cold concrete floor, pushing a small offering his way without coming any closer.

You read in one of the ancient books hidden away in the library that if you want to build a connection with a dragon you should try handing it an offer.

Although he’s in his dragon form you can see the confused look on his face, the slight tilt to his head and how his whiskers sway in the air before he approaches closer.

The smell of smoke becomes much prominent, dust raising from the ground as he moves his large body before he swiftly takes the offering in his mouth and quickly returns to his original spot .

He turns to meet your gaze only to see the soft smile on your face as you continue to sit in place.

This goes on for days, weeks, months, you’ll walk all the way to the mountain where the mean old dragon resides bring him offering before leaving for the night.

Despite taking up a dragon form he’s more human than you thought. You see the way his eyes light up when you bring him the fruit he likes, you see the curl of his lip, the smoke coming out his nostrils as if huffing when you reprimand him for eating so quick (you’re just trying to make sure he doesn’t get sick from the way he’s basically inhaling his offerings)

You even see the way he’s grown accustomed to you, sure he won’t try to approach but at least he no longer bares his claws at you.

It’s safe to say that you’ve formed some type of bond with the mean old dragon.

You don’t mention this routine to anyone, keeping it all under wraps while continuously visiting the him so it comes as a surprise when you arrive one day with offerings in your hand only to be met with the sight of the dragon bleeding out.

You drop the basket in hand, red apples falling to the floor and the loud thudding sound catches the dragons attention.

Before you know of it the dragon is lunging at you, only to narrowly miss when you roll away in the last second.

“Hey hey it’s me it’s me” you try to explain but the dragon doesn’t seem to care as it launches another attack your way. This time he manages to get in a scratch but even then you keep your sword tucked away, still trying to talk some sense into the dragon.

“Hey hey look,” you say as you take the sword out of its holder and slide it over to where he stands.

At first you can’t see his reaction, face obscured by the cloud of smoke coming from his nose but when you do you see his head tilted just the same as when you first met him in this cave.

“See? I won’t hurt you” you say with a soft smile on your face even going as far as raising your hands in the air.

The dragon's gaze drops from your face down to the ground and when you follow his eyes you see your own blood dripping down.

“Oh” you say gaze glued back to the dragon again “just a minor scratch dont worry about it” minor was an understatement but despite your blury eyes and the nasoua bubbling up in your gut you make your way over to him.

“You’re hurt too” you say as if the dragon could understand you “let me check on it?”

The dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either as you steadily approach.

You continue to keep your hands up in the air, soft smile still glued to your face doing your best to be as reassuring as possible as you approach him on shaky legs.

When you go to take a closer look, you see the many scales on his underbelly ripped away and a foreign object jammed into it.

“What happened?” You say to yourself before looking up at the dragon again. “I’m going to try to take it out alright? You say pointing to the wound in hopes of making yourself understood.

Once again the dragon doesn’t respond but doesn’t move away either when you approach.

“Good boy” you whisper to yourself and for the first time since you’ve been visiting this dragon you get a proper look at the many scale that decorate his skin. Although most of them are soaked in blood you can see the gold color that coats them and hues of orange and red scattered about on them. You careful reach a hand out ,neck uncomfortably cranking up to meet the dragons gaze, so far he hasn’t moved away yet and you take it as a positive sign as you grab ahold of the sword and slowly but surely start pulling it out of his underbelly.

The dragon roars not out of fear but out of pain as you continue to pull the sword out of him.

“I know I know just give me a second” you say under a shaky breath using all your strength to finally pull it out of him

Immediately he slumps down, wings protectively covering his lower half as he lets out a sound that is something like a mix of pain and relief. Behind him you see the skeletal remains of what must’ve been a person tempting fate and with the dragons blood on your hands, it’s hard to feel bad for the dead man.

You carefully sit down too and make quick work of ripping a piece of your shirt to use as gauze all while the dragon continues to watch you.

Once you’re all cleaned and wrapped up you smile up at him, and once again he just stares at you without giving much of a response.

“We’re okay”

The two of you continue to be okay days weeks and months after that event.

You even seem to grow closer, and at some point the dragon allows you to touch him. Sure it may be to only attended to minor injuries but progress is still progress.

However it all takes a turn when you go to visit him like you usually do, with a basket of apples in hand and a soft smile on your face that quickly drops along with the basket as you take in the sight of the dragon charging towards you.

You don’t even have time to react before the dragon is just a hair away from your face and you close your eyes out of instinct , as a frightful sound tumbles past your lips.

However the frightened look quickly turns into one of confusion when you notice that the dragon hasn’t attacked you yet and when you open your eyes you don’t see the mean old dragon standing in front of you but instead it’s a man, completely nude and staring at you with the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Why do you smell like someone else?”

Spitball w/ me?

#I wanted to post this yesterday but my brain and hands WRE exhausted from work 😭#scribbles #alec answers #john price #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader

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barkspawn · 1 year

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I desperately need the "Why dont you go marry them if you like them that much?" "...Are you jealous?" "Am not." prompt with Sebastian😫😫

I made myself laugh with this one

Amelia and Shane were hard at work all morning getting the coop ready to house chickens. Well, Shane was doing most of the work and explaining every detail to her. Everything from feed to love made its way into the discussion. She hadn't realized how passionate Shane was about the things he enjoys; in this case, chickens. She asked questions along the way, wanting to be a good chicken mom.

Despite her best efforts, her mind wandered to later that afternoon when she was going to hang out with Sam and Sebastian. She had been growing increasingly excited to do so, having developed a bit of a crush on Sebastian after she ran into him in the rain one day. They shared a heart-to-heart and it changed so much about her view of him. She'd always thought he was attractive, sure, but he was also grumpy and tried a little too hard to be cool despite being around friends who were most times definitely not cool.

Since the talk though, she understood. He wanted to be sure that he fits in and that there was no room to be rejected. He often felt as if that were the case in his family, which broke Amelia’s heart. She assured him that it would be something he'd never have to worry about with her, so if he needed to just… Let the facade down and nerd out or just vent, the farmhouse was always open. He had come over fairly often too, pacing on her porch in frustration with Demetrius and how his mother couldn't stand up for him when she knew that's what he needed. He’d get overly excited and need to talk about a new book in Cave Saga X (which he was happy to find out she liked too), and sometimes he'd have horrible customers. The most recent time he came over, it was a customer who screamed at him and was genuinely hostile over the color of the font on her website. She was paying well and he had to drop her.

She took a chance and hugged him that night. She thought he might have never let go, just relishing in the fact that someone cared enough to try.

Oddly, though, he left as soon as the hug ended. She assumes it's because he felt emotional or that he felt like he let his guard too far down, but she didn't know. She just knew that her heart had started to swell for this man. But she'd get over it.

“Earth to Amelia?” Shane called, a handful of hay in his hand as he waved it.

“Shit, sorry, Shane,” she gave him a genuine apologetic smile, “just a little distracted, I guess. What were you saying?”

He explained his point once more before they worked, finishing the preparations in the next hour. He agreed to bring two chicks in the morning and went home, a small pouch of peppers in hand.

She made her way up to the house, taking in the vastness of her farm and how far it's come. As she turned her attention back to the cabin, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Sam and Sebastian sat on her porch, Sam in a chair and Sebastian laying in the small, chair-like hammock. He looked so comfortable she was almost jealous.

“Oh, hello, boys,” she called, chuckling as Sam jumped up and leaned on the railing, waving excitedly.

“Ameliaaaaaaa,” he called back, pouting, “I know it's supposed to be later, but we're bored out of our minds.”

“I pretty much live in a state of boredom,” Sebastian chimed in, just loud enough for Amelia to hear. She was suddenly hyper-aware of how dirty and sweaty she was. She gave them both a small wave as she leaned on the banister as Sebastian finished, blowing smoke he had inhaled through his cigarette, “so Sam was bored.”

Sam threw a gardening glove at Sebastian, laughing as it drew out a surprised scoff as it smacked him in the chest. It left a large dust mark that he tried to brush away, “so not cool,” he mumbled.

She shook her head and opened her door, gesturing inside, “you guys are welcome in. You know Loaf missed you,” she looked at Sam, who had become a fast friend with her corgi, Loaf, “and I actually made some sashimi to bring for you later if you're hungry, Seb.”

Sam had run inside, and the excited barks from Loaf blended with Sam’s praises. Sebastian stood out of the hammock, struggling as everyone does, though he smiled at her, “sashimi, huh? That's one of my favorites, how did you know?”

“I'm just good like that,” she teased, following him inside and going to her mining bag by the door, fishing out a frozen tear and offering it to him, “just like I know you love these.”

She smirked as he took it, his touch delicate as he looked over the cool stone before looking down at her, surprised, “I do. Thank you. Really.”

She smiled and nodded before turning toward the restroom, pulling her curly (and very tangled) hair down from her bun.

“Make yourselves at home, alright? I am covered in dirt and smell like hay, so I need to shower. She backed into the bathroom, pointing at all of them, “it better not be a wreck when I come out of here.”

Sebastian smirked and walked over to the couch, contemplating getting the sashimi, but wanting to share with Amelia. The fish isn't easy to come by or filet… And he appreciated her. Sam took Loaf outside to run around (and not be destructive), while Sebastian lay on her couch, tossing this weird, sticky ball thing that Amelia ordered as a joke to throw at his ceiling, hoping they'd fall randomly on him in the day or even when he was sleeping. He cursed the high ceiling in his room.

The little things were fun though. You just throw them up, they stick, then they fall. Easy, mind-numbing things to get lost in thought.

He’d been over here tons of times now, bitching and moaning about everything that brought him down, whether it be a particularly shitty customer or Demetrius. She was always there to listen and, often, in the middle of the night.

The last time he was here was when she hugged him. He hadn't been hugged like that for as long as he could remember. Abby and Sam would throw their arms around him for photos or as thanks for a gift. But Amelia held him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her head on his shoulder, and just held him there.

And he didn't want to let go once he wrapped his arms around her and rest her head on hers. She smelled mainly of lavender and honey, mixed with the scent of the hay she had begun to lay.

It calmed him immediately and he was sure she felt his heart racing. Until he realized the situation he was in and fled. He thanked her and went home, his breathing ragged as he panicked on the mountain path.

He really, really liked her.

He continued trying to distract himself from those ideas with the ball, Sam coming back in just as Amelia came out of the bathroom, fresh in pajamas as she towel dried her hair.

Just don't look at her. Don't think about her. Be cool.

She came out and plopped onto the armchair across from the couch, legs tucked under her and raising an eyebrow at Sam, “and where is my dog?”

Sam raised his hands in defense, “he's on the porch in his bed. Safe and tired.”

Amelia laughed, looking over at Sebastian before rolling her eyes, you kept those silly things?”

He continued starting up, refusing to be caught off guard by one, “of course. It's easy, repetitive, and mind-numbing enough to distract from any real issues.”

She flinched at that, concerned it meant he was mad about the hug… But he held on so tightly.

“So, Amelia, you've hung out with Shane for like three days!” Sam (sort of) chimed in, moving away from that conversation to another, less tense one. Sebastian scowled, glad no one could really see his face as Sam continued, “something going on that you're not telling us?”

Amelia was taken aback by the question as the soft thumps of the ball hitting the ceiling grew a little louder. Sebastian wasn't trying to throw it harder, but here he was.

“No, Sam,” she laughed, more awkward than convincing, “he's super nice once you get to know him! He's helping me get ready for the baby chicks to come tomorrow morning.”

The noise grew louder, no one noticing as Sebastian spoke, his tone colder than he meant for it to be, “so once you get past him telling you to fuck off, you just buy him pizza and beer until he's nice to you?”

She stared over at him, Sam's eyes shooting to him as well, shocked. Amelia couldn't help but smirk, grasping onto her suspicion, “well, yeah, he was kind of a dick at first, but he's getting it together! Quitting drinking, taking care of all of the chickens. He's really good with Jas–”

“Why don't you go marry him if you like him so much?” he murmured as he threw the ball up once more, though it seemed to stick a little more than he meant for it to.

“Seb, dude…” Sam started, thinking the same as Amelia. She held her hand out to stop him as she shifted to face Sebastian.

“...... Are you jealous?” she asked, her trembling voice masked only by a bit of a teasing tone.

Sebastian sat up, his hand supporting himself as he shifted his position to face her, his expression a mix of panic and forced confusion.

“What?” he looked over at Sam for a moment who had an incredulous look on his face. Immediately, he turned back to look at Amelia. He couldn't hide the crimson in his cheeks, his voice a normal tone despite his demeanor, “jealous? Why would I be jeal– ah, fuck!”

With a small smack sound, the ball finally released from the ceiling, landing on the top of Sebastian's head. Oddly, he was thankful. His hand moved to touch the spot, chucking the ball at Sam as he absolutely lost his mind in laughter, nearly falling over. Even Amelia’s hands held her side in laughter as she managed, “oh shit– worth every fucking penny.”

After a few seconds, even Sebastian had to laugh at himself.

The three of them hung out for a few hours before the two men stood to leave. Sam’s arms flung around Amelia in a bear hug, “Goooooooodniiiiiiight!”

She yelped, but ultimately laughed as he set her down.

Sebastian gave his signature smile and wave, not quite meeting her eyes as they headed for the door.

“Hey, Seb,” she called after him, Sam stopping outside of the door, “I want to ask you something if you can stay for a minute?”

She was suddenly nervous as all hell, watching as he turned to look at Sam, who smiled and gave a shrug, “I know how to get home. Text me, dude,” he pointed at Sebastian, waving bye to Amelia, “you too, Amelia!”

They both gave their goodbyes before Sebastian stepped back in, shoving his hands in his pockets as she started, her voice too soft, “are you hungry?”

He blinked, looking over her face as she bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit.

“Uh, I guess a little?” his brows furrowed as he walked to the kitchen island, leaning on the outside while she went to the fridge, pulling out the sashimi and offering a smile.

“It's fresh from this morning… I don't want it to go to waste,” she placed the small plate before him, a set of bamboo chopsticks resting on the side. He leaned on the counter across from him

Despite himself, he smiled, picking up the chopsticks, “you really went all out, huh?” he tapped the little metal cup of soy sauce in the middle of the plate. She felt her cheeks go warm.

“I want to make sure I can do the dish justice! And given your expertise…”

He laughed, eating the first bite, his hand over his mouth while he chewed.

Dear Yoba.

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a noise not too far off from a moan, her cheeks growing even warmer as he opened his eyes and nodded, “Ames, this is fucking incredible.”

She laughed shaking her head and rolling her eyes, “okay, I'm glad you like it but there's no way it could be incredible,” her voice tapered at the end as he pointedly picked up a piece and held it over the soy sauce.

“With or without?”

“Seb, I made it for–”

“With or without?” he asked, his voice more firm. She couldn't protest if she wanted to.

“I uh… However you eat it?”

He chuckled and dipped it in just enough to add flavor before holding the chopsticks, hand cupped underneath to prevent dripping soy sauce. She went to reach for it, but he pulled it away, shaking his head, “not with your fingers, dingus,” he teased before holding it back out, “I'm not gonna stab you or anything, I promise.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes before leaning in and eating the roll, chewing slowly as he studied her face for a reaction. He gave her an expectant look as she finished chewing. She paused for a long moment, her heart choosing her next words without consulting her mind.

“I'm not into Shane like that.”

His smile faltered as they stared at one another, both of them seeming to hold their breath. He relented after a moment.

“Okay…” he didn't know what to say. He wanted to not care, but he found himself relieved.

She bit down on her lip, her heart sinking as she thought she misread him earlier, ”just… Letting you know.”

“I'm glad,” he nearly choked on the next bite, “wait, not glad you don't like him, glad that you told me?” he managed, finally bringing a small smile back to her lips.

She reached out and took his chopsticks, eating another piece with an appreciative hum. Though, she did rather like being fed to be fair.

He faked offense before she gave them back. They finished the food like this, not realizing it was growing past 2 am.

Her eyes widened and she stood, frowning.

“Oh Yoba, it's 2 in the morning,” she looked at him, eyes wide, “how are you even going to see to–”

“Ames, I've gone home this late before, I'm okay,” he reassured her with a smile, stepping toward the door. She took a breath, nodding.

“Right. I.. Never paid attention to the time the other night…” her voice quieted as she inadvertently brought it up, “I'm really sorry if I crossed a line, Seb.. I just knew what I'd need and I guess I–”

He reached out to touch her shoulder, effectively quieting her, “don't tell anyone, but it actually was really nice.”

A smile formed as she looked up at him, relieved beyond words. He hummed a quiet, “C’mere,” before using the hand on her shoulder to draw her into another hug. They both held on tight, exhaling the tension in a deep breath.

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice almost inaudible, “I am glad you aren't into Shane.”

She could feel his heartbeat as she was sure he could feel hers. She squeezed a little tighter than before pulling back and looking over his face before leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“I'm glad that you're glad.”

If his face weren't red before, it burned crimson now, his freckles almost completely hidden in his blush. Still, he smiled, backing up before turning toward the door.

“Good night, Ames,” he hummed as she leaned on the door frame to watch him off. She smiled, giving him a small wave as he made his way down, turning around as he made it a few feet past the house, “actually, Ames?”

She arched her eyebrows, stepping out for a moment so she could see him better, “hmm? Everything alright?”

He ran a hand back through his hair, still taking small steps back, “wanna grab dinner with me sometime?”

Her smile grew as she watched him, “are you asking me on a date,” she teased, her inflection like that of before.

“And what if I am?” she could hear the smile in his voice as his steps backward toward the path were as slow as he could make them.

“I'll make us some more sashimi and I'll come to meet you by the lake. When?”

“Tomorrow? Around 4?”

“I'll see you then,” she laughed, calling back as she walked into the house, “now turn around before you bust your ass!”

He laughed, the sound echoing over the farm.

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loversj0y · 2 years

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i dont smoke

pairing: c!wilbur x reader (no use of y/n)

summary: reminiscing while smoking - the habit wilbur stopped and started.

tws: smoking, toxic partners, burning someone with a cigarette, fighting, abuse, cursing, mentions of war and insanity, mentions of bombings, blood, death. let me know if i forgot anything

author's note: hey, this is basically a pure angst song fic. this entire thing was inspired by the song i dont smoke by mitski. listening to the song is really important to understand the vibe i think. my favorite version of the song is the audiotree live version but you can also listen to the regular version. this takes place shortly after wilbur dies in l'manberg. this also becomes very tommy heavy at the end bc i love him. anyway, blame @lyssys for this actually being posted.

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“I thought you quit smoking.”

The last five words Tommy had spoken to me flickered back into my brain as I took a slow inhale of my cigarette. The habit was a nasty one. I knew it was. But it brought me back. Back to him.

“Careful- careful! You don’t want to burn yourself!” Wilbur laughed at me as I narrowly avoided burning my finger with the match.

We were young still. Back before any concepts of war concerned either of us. When the most dangerous thing we could really do was have fun.

I remember laughing back at him and blowing smoke in his face.

“Oh, please, you know I'll be fine. I'm stronger than you seem to give me credit for.” (I wish I could still live in a time where that was a playful brag and not a war-starting taunt.)

When he’d looked back at me that day, I knew he’d ruin the world for me somehow. Our lips connected in the type of kiss that only at-risk young adults really know how to perfect, the scent of ash and smoke entangled with our lips and hair in the days before it meant an oncoming death.

Still, here I sat. Against the rubble of a city we’d once built and loved together. The dust hasn't fully settled around L’Manburg yet, and I honestly wonder if it ever truly will. The rubble echoed with memories of Wilbur and I, and as I released the smoke in my lungs, I tasted him on me. Wilbur always tried to quit, and he always did, until he didn’t. Until –

“You really should take a break, you know,'' I grinned slightly as I walked over to where Wilbur had stationed himself – a tiny corner of L’Manberg we used to use for alone time, or to watch the sunset with Tommy.

He looked up at me for barely a second before looking back at his maps and pages, “I will, I will. i’m finishing up now.”

I sat next to him, starting to stack the pages he wasn’t using, “Mm-hmm. sure you were, love.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to it, the only light illuminating us being the small lantern at his side. I closed my eyes for a moment, slowly taking a deep breath.

“You smoked.” I said simply.

He looked up at me, a deer caught in headlights. He stammered for a moment before just sighing out a soft “yeah.”

“What's up, love? You were doing so good,” I frowned lightly, holding him a bit closer.

He pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, sighing softly, “I know. It’s just- it’s the stress. Everyone is expecting me to have everything together and to lead them in this war, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here anymore, I'm scared I'm going to fail everyone. And I'm scared for everyone fighting for us because they have lives, and they could lose them over what could be a fruitless cause. And I’m scared for Tommy, he’s not great at fighting, and I'm scared they’re going to target him because of it. And I'm scared for you, because I love you too much to be able to lose you, but if they know how much I love you, they will target you. Are you sure you won’t let me ship you and Tommy off until after the war?” He let out a deep breath after his rant, and he looked almost deflated, as the relief lifted from his chest.

I grabbed his hand gently, squeezing it three times, “I’m sure. I’m not letting you risk your life for our home alone. I love you too much to be able to lose you too. We take this risk together. As for everything else, I can watch over Tommy when the time comes. And everyone knows their lives are at stake. They believe in this cause, Wilbur. We all do,” I gently brushed some hair from his face, “and you don’t need to have all the answers. The people wouldn’t let you lead if they didn’t trust you, so as long as you are doing what you think is best, you’re not failing anyone.” I brought my hand up, lightly cupping his cheek.

He set his papers down, fully leaning his face into my hand.

“Thank you,” he whispered, softly kissing my palm. My only reply was a gentle kiss. We stayed there together, basking in moonlight with my arms wrapped around his waist as I held him. After a few moments, I spoke up softly, “you know, since we quit together, if you get a cheat cig, I think I get one too.”

He laughed, looking down at me like I was joking. Until I grabbed the pack, standing quickly and running. Then, he tried to look mad, but the grin and playful glint in his eyes couldn’t be beat. He stood, running after me. Due to his height, he caught me quickly, arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me. We were both laughing and out of breath, and he took the pack from my hands, tossing it somewhere behind him. He kept his arms around me, peppering kisses on my shoulders.

He panted slightly for a moment, taking a deep breath and turning me to face him. He gently cupped my cheek, “you’re going to be the death of me, darling.” He leaned in, gently kissing me under the pale glow of the moon and the lanterns.

If only we’d known how truthful he had actually been that day. That was my second favorite day throughout the war, other than the day we’d won. The war had been tough and draining and traumatizing, but despite all of that, I got Wilbur to laugh. His laugh was probably the thing I missed the most about him. His real laugh, though. Not the laugh he’d developed after all the trauma really began to affect him. The laugh from the day I knew I'd be his forever.

“Come on! hurry!“ Wilbur yelled at me from in the water, “it’s almost midnight!”

It was freezing, first of all. Both my feet stayed planted in the frigid water of the lake. L’Manburg was a newly formed area, a place where we felt free and happy. It was just the people we loved and felt free with. And, at midnight, it was my birthday. Hence Wilbur wanting to swim in the lake at midnight. I started to slowly move in deeper as Wilbur continued to yell at me to come in deeper. After I was about hip deep, I looked around to find Wilbur only for him to be… gone. I looked around in a bit of a panic before I felt myself being dragged down, gasping and inhaling way more lake water than a person should ever truly inhale.

When I broke through to the surface, I waded with my feet as I coughed, trying to expel the water from my lungs. Wilbur came up behind me, gently rubbing my back and trying to ensure I was okay. I turned to him, splashing him once I was no longer drowning internally.

“You ass!”

He laughed, the kind of laugh that could make a person fall out of their seat. Wilbur had a laugh that could brighten a room. A laugh that made me feel like everything was going to be alright. He wrapped his arms around me, softly kissing me, apologizing once he pulled away.

I just sighed, a soft smile on my face. I leaned my head onto his chest, holding onto him as we waded in the water. He rubbed my back softly, kissing the top of my head.

“There's a reason I brought you all the way out here, you know.”

I pulled away slightly, looking up at him, “Wilbur, are you about to kill me on my birthday so I have an even life?”

He laughed, and I felt my heart warm at the sound, “no, no, though that would be fairly poetic. You’ll see what I mean soon.”

I just nodded softly. I trusted him. With my everything.

After a few minutes of holding each other close, I could hear a bell ring back by our home. Midnight. Wilbur pulled away from our hug to wrap an arm around my waist and stand next to me.

“Happy birthday, love,” he spoke softly, and not a moment later, an explosion sounded, and the sky filled with any color you could think of. Bright purples, blues, yellows, greens, reds all filled the sky, and I gasped as the fireworks filled the sky. I held onto him as we watched the sky light up, and once it finally ended, I looked back up at Wilbur, “did you do this?”

He grinned softly, “I had some help.” I heard yells of “happy birthday” coming from the shoreline where Tommy and Tubbo both stood, waving wildly. I just laughed, looking back at Wilbur and placing a soft and meaningful kiss on his lips.

“Thank you so much.”

“Hey, that’s not everything. I've got more at home,” he grinned at me, and I felt my heart flutter as he said home. He started swimming, and I swam after him, the only light surrounding us being the light drifting down from the moon in between the trees surrounding us.

We made it back home quickly and separated only to get changed. I was dressed first, shockingly enough, so I went outside for a quick smoke. I leaned against the back wall of our house, a soft smile on my face as I stood in the cool night air. I felt so lucky. This was before the days of war were imminent. when we could still breathe the air at night without having to listen for the nearby crunching of leaves.

I heard Wilbur coming downstairs, and a moment later, the door opened. I knew he was with me once I felt his arms snake around my waist and the scent of smoke, old books, and a hint of musk. I leaned back into him as he kissed the side of my head and spoke softly.

“You were meant for me, darling.” he reached a hand up, grabbing the cigarette from me to take a hit. He turned my face towards his, leaning in slowly before blowing the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes slip closed. He grinned softly, pecking me on the lips after.

We shared the last of the cigarette together, and only after did he pull away from me. He gently grabbed my hands, smiling softly and kissing my forehead.

“I love you, dear. Happy birthday,” he whispered, gently slipping a ring onto my finger. I looked down and gasped softly. It was delicate and simple and absolutely beautiful.

“What is this?”

“A promise,” he said, gently kissing my hand. “We've got our whole lives ahead of us. But I want to spend the rest of mine with you. And while I think things in the world are too tense for us to be able to be engaged, let alone married, I want to ensure that we have each other until the end of the line.”

I leaned forward, kissing him softly before pressing our foreheads together, “as long as you promise to never leave me alone and wondering where you’ve run off to,” after he nodded with a grin, I spoke softly, “til the end of the line.”

I didn't see that he had a matching ring attached to a chain around his neck, nestled under his shirt. Or that it was always there. I only learned about it when the chain and ring were delivered at my feet by phil, the scent of blood and TNT still laced into it.

Now both adorn my body. The ring around my neck and the ring around my finger, both engraved with initials and that same phrase. until the end of the line. I fiddled with the widower’s ring on my neck for a moment, pressing it into my collar to feel it imprinting onto a small circular scar there. He at least did make true to that promise. He was with me until the end of his line. I took another deep inhale. Every taste of the cigarette brought up memories of him. The end of his line. It was rough as we got towards the end. In hindsight, maybe I could've helped. Noticed the signs earlier. But with everything happening, the constant state of fight or flight, we did end up balancing each other out. Just in the worst ways.

“Well, maybe, if you weren’t so fucking incompetent, Tommy, the plan would’ve actually worked!'' Wilbur's yell rang throughout the ravine in our makeshift home of Pogtopia. Wilbur had been acting strange, though we all had. The stress and fear in our bodies at all times, keeping us constantly on guard, constantly trying to figure out the next move. Like trying to fight a war with no army. However, seeing the look on Tommy's face as his big brother berated him? That was the final straw for me.

I grabbed Wilbur by the arm, pulling him into the room we shared. I locked the door behind us, not that it would do much to conceal the sounds I knew were about to be unleashed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Wil? Do you have some subconscious need to push away and hurt those that love you?!” I yelled. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But the anger in my chest softened the guilt.

He muttered to himself under his breath – something he’d been doing more often recently – before looking up at me, “this doesn’t concern you. Tommy needs to improve. He just needs someone to be tough on him.” Wilbur went to walk away, and in my rage, I retaliated.

I grabbed the collar of his sweater, pushing him against the wall.

“Wilbur fucking Soot. You listen to me right now because I’m not going to say this again. Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? I know how much you’ve been hurting Tommy, and I don't know what sick delusion you’re living out right now, but listen close because if you don’t you will lose me. If you need to be mean, be mean to me. Not fucking Tommy. I can take it, I can put it inside of me and keep it there, I am stronger than you give me credit for. If you need to hurt something, you hurt me. If I see you even lay a fucking finger on Tommy, I will turn you in to Schlatt personally. You got that?” I was seething, and he looked barely affected. Instead of a reply, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I didn't move, waiting for my answer. After taking a long drag, he pressed the lit end of the cigarette to my collar bone. I flinched ever so slightly, but I refused to move. “I know that hurts you, darling, you don’t have to lie to me,” he laughed — something dark and menacing these days.

“It feels fantastic. The burn is good as long as it means you’re keeping it on me, not Tommy.”

He hummed softly, taking another hit from the cigarette and blowing it in my face.

“Fine,” he acquiesced finally, and I released his collar. He straightened himself out, grabbing my arm. He leaned against my arm for a moment, and I held him up as the rage slowly left my body. We both took a few deep breaths, and I cleared my throat, sore from the yelling. He then grabbed my face, turning it towards him. He blew smoke into my mouth before kissing me roughly. Once he pulled away, he looked at me with a sick grin.

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

Maybe if I had been kinder in those days, things would’ve been different. If I had been there to keep him from falling into full delusion. To keep him from bombing the city we’d built together to hopefully live our lives in, have a family one day. But as I sat in this little corner of the rubble, reminiscing, I couldn't find it in me to feel anything. Wilbur sucked out the life in me and snuffed me out, and yet I loved him. This corner of the city where we’d one day hoped to put an altar and have our wedding. This corner is where Tommy and I had our last conversation. We’d sat in this very spot many times. I couldn't remember when this spot had changed from our secret place to screw around into a war conference space, where Wilbur would hush orders to Tommy and I in weak attempts to preserve our lives. On my last day seeing Tommy, we’d sat here and watched the sunset. our wounds, both physical and mental, were still healing over only to scar deep. I remember what he’d asked me.

“Do you think he knew this would end in his death? Do you think – was it… intentional?”

My mind flashed with memories of wilbur – the boy I’d fallen in love with, to the war leader I’d trust with my life, to the man who maybe if I’d helped, things wouldn't be like this now, all the way to the man whose temper could light TNT a mile away.

If there was one thing true about every version of Wilbur I'd known and loved, it’s that he calculated. Spreadsheets, lists, scribbled parchments, war plans, love letters, songs, schematics, blueprints – all of them, carefully thought through and calculated. Whether it was the cool and loveable asshole I'd first fallen for, or the inner ramblings of a man driven insane, he thought out everything in his own way. So I knew my answer.

“Yes,” I blew out a slow line of smoke, “there isn’t a version of that plan wherein Wilbur stays alive.”

“I just don't get why. Why would he want to leave us behind?” Tommy ran a hand over his face. His face and nails both seemed to have a dusting of ash covering them. I absentmindedly wondered if my face carried it the same, or if it would ever truly wash away.

“He wasn’t right towards the end. No matter what we did, it never made him any less sad. Maybe if I’d done something earlier, he’d still be here. But I don’t think anything we could have done would have changed his mind. He couldn’t hold on anymore. I wish I didn't understand, but I do. It's why I can't bring myself to hate him. Despite the fights, the pain, everything he plagued my brain with at night, I still love him. He was sick, and I wish I could've helped him get better, helped get the man I fell in love with back. At the end of the day, he would never be that same person again, but I will always love him.”

Tommy took a heavy breath, “I want to hate him.” He didn't elaborate more on that. He didn’t have to. “How can you still say you loved him? He wasn’t a good person towards the end, he hurt you, he hurt me! We’re covered in bandages right now because of him!” J could tell Tommy was angry and frustrated. I understood. But the fire in my chest seemed more of a dull ember now.

“I know he did. and I should be more angry. I wish I could go to his grave, pour his shit on it, and light it on fire. But I can’t. We hurt each other. I think that’s part of why I still love him. At the end of the day, I would have died to protect him. And he would die to protect us.”

“But he didn’t protect us, things- things are worse!”

“He may have calculated this, but he does have his weaknesses.”

“What is that?”“Us. He can never suspect how we’ll react to his attempts to protect us. So he does what he thinks he deserves to protect us.”

I snuffed the rest of my cigarette among the rubble and ash, taking a moment to taste the lingering smoke in my mouth. I looked out on the lowering sunset, taking it upon myself to wrap an arm around Tommy's shoulders and pull him into a hug.

“He may not have been good towards the end, but there was always good in him. And that alone comforts me. I hope it helps you too.”

He just nodded softly, staring out at the sunset as he sighed out a soft question, “where will you go after this?”

I just shrugged, “gonna walk a long time and see where I end up. Probably build a small shack and try to live in peace if I can.”

He nodded softly, “send me a letter once you do. I want to at least know where the one person who knows what this feels like lives.”

I nodded quietly, and we sat there in silence until the sun went down fully. We said our goodbyes, but before I could leave, Tommy stopped and turned back to me, speaking softly and pensively,

“I thought you quit smoking.”

#wilbur soot x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp #mcytumblr #wilbur post #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dsmp #mar writes

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greenteaanon · 2 years

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Ang Pipit

no translation for the song sorryy since i have no idea how to transition that rn

Tumblr is being a btcccch

You awoke on top of a tree branch feeling something warm and feathery snuggle up to your neck. It was a small songbird, a pipit if you may. "Hm?" you let out still feeling particularly sleepy. "Your Grace! Are you awake?" the little pipit jumped on you. "Uhh...Kinda I still feel a bit tired, and Why do I feel like I should remember you?" you scratched your head. "So you really don't remember...Its me Pip!" The small bird's voice started cracking. "Huy....Sorry talaga...Try ko remember ikaw, Pramis" You were Truly Sorry, and you Promised to try and remember them.

"Then...Let's go to our favorite places! Maybe you can Remember!" Pip Started to fly and you jumped out of the tree and followed them. You Held out your hand hoping for Pip to land on it, and they did. "There should be a cave here..." They looked around for it, til your eyes landed on a rather thick set of vines. "Is it over here?" You started walking to the side of the mountain. As you brush the vines away you saw an opening. "This is it! You're starting to remember" Pip said. "Di naman masyado parang feeling ko lang na dito" You dont quite remember, you just feel that it would be there.

You walked into the hole in the wall into a pretty decorated cave with well preserved instruments, chairs, perches, tables, a cooking pot and lanterns strewn about. you started lighting them on one by one, then you picked up a guitar it was in tune, and there weren't any dust, surprisingly. And you started playing a familiar tune. "That's it your Grace! You're remembering!" Pip Cheered. You felt like you truly belong there.

You were visiting a couple more places with Pip. You brought the guitar with you. Until both of you got split up. You passed out from fatigue of trying to find Pip. You awoke seeing yourself tied up on a stage. "You're awake you Imposter" You were in a panic 'Anong Imposter? walang hiya' What imposter? shameless bitch- "Are you Ready for your execution?" when you fully realized...It was Zhongli! and another half of your brain immediately thought "Hold on my Fucking WHAT-"

So turns out Pip wasn't just calling you 'Your grace' for some reason. You were actually the main god of Genshin Impact, no wonder some places looked familiar, you just didn't seem to see the waypoints and statues of the 7. your thoughts were cut off by once again Zhongli, now you were CLEARLY Running out of time. "Any last words Imposter?" You saw pip up on in the sky flying about also probably looking for you.

So with a deep Inhale. You started to sing, voice cracking in the start. "May punukol sa pipit sa sanga ng isang kahoy~" Pip turned to you they started flying to you "At nahagip ng Bato ang pakpak ng munting ibon~"

"Dahil sa Sakit!~ Di na nakaya pang Lumipad"

Pip Managed to cut in "At ang nangyari ay nahulog ngunit parang taong bumigkas" Then tearing up almost crying you sang "Mamang may Lupit ang puso mo'y di na nahabag!~ Kapag Pumanaw ang Buhay ko may isang pipit na iiyak!~"

Pip landed on your head and you smiled the brightest you ever had forgetting what happened before. how I DONT KNOW IM TIRED MY BATTERY IS RUNNING LOW AND I DONT HAVE MY CHARGER OMG.

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I used the Mabuhay Singers Cover for this one

#tumbr has an error processing this post my ass #sagau #sagau ng filipino #greenteaanon #tea's rotting drafts #genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin imposter au #CONYO READER IS BACK #conyo reader istg #conyo

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fictionfixations · 2 years

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UTMV Human Superhero AU

Honestly what I'm posting now is kinda just somewhat old stuff, like not recent and new things but more like just tryna fill my blog with posts while ALSO keeping with the theme? ??? Anyway have another AU lmao- I actually don't read as much UTMV fanfiction so zero idea what's more common than others. SO! This'll just be current notes I have for different Sanses, but that also means I just have the more common Sanses instead of Sanses like Error, Reaper, Fresh, Lust, and so on.

CW: Mentions of famines, drought, murder, injury, blood, bullying, disowned, cannibalism, pressure, high expectations, etc.

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Nightmare's Gang, dubbed the Bad Guys (Which Killer jokingly refers to them as Bad Gays) by the media is a high ranking supervillain organization, consisting of members,

Dust- VN: Executioner Has voices in his head. (When he's lost it, his eyes turn red.) They predict the future and help him get by, but with the drawback of them sounding like those he has killed before. It haunts him and leaves him unable to eat, sleep, or anything after. The sole survivor of a mass genocide, suffering through Survivor's Guilt. He had no one to get help from, and eventually found himself with Nightmare. He's bitter and craves revenge against the shitty heroes who failed to help him then and now.

Horror- VN: Butcher Once trapped in a persistent famine and drought, he was unable to control himself anymore. He ate anything that moved, including people, much to the disgust of the public once it came to light. People were disgusted by him, but with his newfound desire for cannibalism came a power. He'd find himself in a state of constant hunger, yet the more he ate, the more invincible he became. Sometimes he'd be able to even use another's enhancement.

Nightmare- VN: Nyx Forgotten in his brother's shadow, he grew bitter and angry. 'If they wanted a monster, then that's what I'll become', he thought. His power let him see people's worst fears, bringing them to light with 'hallucinations'. In a way, he could change reality to his own making. In the 'hallucinations', he produces a black fog that hides the ground and everything the eye can see. When inhaled, it poisons the victim severely. Few survive, but those who do are easy to spot due to their sickly figure. The black slowly overtakes them. They throw it up. 'Corruption' Nyx calls it. Then they lose all will. A puppet in the making.

Killer-VN: Jester He was kicked out of his own home due to his sick nature, and nobody wanted the kid with an odd obsession with blood. Killer always had been fascinated by death and soon became a murderer who hid in the shadows, yet known to play with his 'food'. Soon he had caught the attention of Nightmare who took him in. Killer's power had to do with drinking blood. It let him use that person's enhancements, and at times he could wield multiple at once. He grew fangs due to it as well, and enjoyed joking about how he was a vampire. It always sent him on a sort of high when he got some in his system. It was also due to this that he had an unhealthy addiction to blood, though if he were to stop he'd weaken. When he can't find a source, sometimes he'll just take his own blood to calm the desire. Sometimes though, if he has a big enough amount of blood from someone, he can copy their features. (edited)

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The heroes lmao. no special name for them [ig they're just the stars but thats about it. Also they'll probably end up falling apart due to different ideals n such]

Swap- HN: Knight can form a shield and sword on will or whatever? [thoughts pending]

Dream- HN: Hemera He can provide 'suggestions' to people in a soft siren-like voice. When he does it, it forces a calm over them, almost like drugging them, and they do as he says. (For some reason people dont call him out for having a 'villain' like power unlike Nightmare's)

Ink- HN: Creator Can create things with his brush, easy to understand

Cross- HN: X Put under high expectations, he was meant to become a hero at his birth. It wasn't what he would've chosen as a job, but he was helping people. That was a good thing right? He was being helpful. That was his purpose, after all. Wasn't it? He has heightened senses. He can hear better, see better, even move faster and jump higher. Sometimes he adopts other people's abilities, almost like a mimic, being able to make sounds or voices. He once had a dog (dead now), so he has a habit of copying a dog's noises, like growling when under threat.

MANY notes subject to change, though I'm already using them for a series on another thing so it'd be awful to change it now, BUT some sanses haven't been shown yet, or even done anything yet so changes could happen [though the bad gays have already been shown haha along with their powers and '..backstories'

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Gotta say hard disagree w your take on people’s attitudes and the ‘snack-free’ option… hyper/extreme food allergies/sensitivities exist in people, hard stop. It’s not an area of the disabled community spoken about widely, but it’s there.

People w allergies navigate the world as it shows up for them; many of them well into their 30’s and 40’s. They’re perfectly aware of how little the world thinks of their ‘disability,’ and how disgusted people can become when accommodations are requested.

People w allergies could benefit from a theatre where things could potentially be a bit better/safer for them. Designated food-free areas already exist in businesses worldwide for safety purposes. Why not give a sequestered area of enjoyment to those who actively need it, and who don’t usually get it elsewhere?

theres absolutely no way you could enforce in a theatre setting that unless you were patting people down before entering, even then its a space where food is prepped, theres always a risk when entering spaces that have food, even if the threatre was food free someone would bring in like something with peanuts in it cause its what they want to eat while watching a movie and then youre inhaling peanut dust even in areas that are roped off as food free because of how air is circulated in these spaces, such is life? like obvi there are limits you cant smoke inside anymore, you can smoke on little designated areas outside, but people are still going to smoke, you cant whip out a grill in there but people will bring in their own box of whatever the fuck regardless of the rules

also i dont know what you mean by 30s and 40s allergies are a life long thing do you mean they have little control over their spaces in like a child sort of way? either way like yeah when youre in public sometimes there will be food youre allergic to, its not the same thing as the lack of captions or the lack of support headphones would cover

#i have a food allergy but i recognize its not the same danger as like stuff thats triggered by dust #im sure there are Nut free places tbh in metro cities

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hi darling!! i was wondering if i could get some headcanons for dating nick flynn (+ first kiss as a bonus if you’re feeling up to it?) thank you <33

Character: Nick Flynn!

prompt: Nick Flynn relationship HC's + First Kiss!

A/N: love me a toxic man! this one was tough to write, very emotional!

Nick isn't the worst boyfriend, but he also isn't the best. He truly tries a lot of the time but he does slip up.

You'll invite him over to your apartment if he needs to get away from everyone, or if he's afraid he might go out and do something.

He lets you hold him. He doesn't like being weak infront of others, he's always had to be the strong one. But when you hold him in your arms, protecting him from anyone else, like no one has before. Nick feels himself melt into your arms, and more than a couple tears slip out.

You hate how much he gets into fights, but you're always there to patch him up after. Whether its you tilting his head back to properly ice his face, he'll whine and say things like "this fucking hurts!"

Sometimes you'll have to go pick him up at bars, or in other places. You'll throw an arm over his shoulder and drag him to your car. He'll exclaim "no I dont want to leave, take me back!" when you get home. Of course you'll drag him inside, absolutely refusing to let him go back.

In those situations, you make him sleep on the couch. You don't leave him alone, you'll sit on the couch, his head in your lap. You'll help him undress, helping him shed his jacket and flannel, pants. You'll keep his undershirt on, along with his boxers. You cover him with a blanket.

You'll card your hand through his hair, and he'll look up at you. Sometimes he'll gently grab your wrist, just wanting to feel your present.

When he's drunk, the feelings come out in full. He'll spill to you about his past, his current issues and struggles.

Eventually, when you do convince him to get help, it's hard. He hates it, being sober is one of the hardest things sometimes.

But you're with him every step of the way.

He likes indoor dates, as he grows cleaner, he doesn't enjoy the sights of bars. So you two will stay at home, doing things together. Cooking, baking.. all while his music is playing.

He gets frustrated when he writes often. You'll sit across from him, and put your hands over his. Nick will look at you, eyes softening from their previously sour state.

His dad is a very sensitive topic, he doesn't like talking about him. But he does talk about his mother when he needs to, she's his hero.

He gets sarcastic at times and snappy at times, and you're very quick to shut him down.

When you eventually do have an emotional break, it's like a chord snaps inside of you. The two of you will just be laying in bed, and his head will be cradled against your chest, you holding him.

Then, from seemingly nowhere, the tears fall. Silently. You'll start to cry, biting your lip as not to make any noise. You didn't like crying infront of him, you didn't want him to be sad but god it was so hard.

He notices when you inhale quickly, and how you're slightly shaking. He'll back up almost immediately, afraid that if he touched you, you would turn into dust between his hands.

Or that he might make a mistake, like he did last time.

Nick will sit you up, and you'll crawl into his arms, crying into his chest. He'll wrap his arms around you and place his hand on the back of your head, carding his hand through your hair like you'd do for him. He'll take your hand in his and give it comforting squeezes.

When you look at him, eyes red and puffy, his heart breaks. It hurts him so much to see you cry. So he'll do what he thinks is right, physical affection.

He realizes that this will be the first kiss in the relationship, after dating for 3 months.

Nick will bring his face closer to yours, lips almost touching before he says "I was always told by my mom to ask.. can I?"

You'll nod yes gently. Then softly, he places his lips on yours. He'll put a hand on the side of your face, holding you in a fragile way.

After you two part, he looks at you and says "I know I'm a lot.. Sometimes... Not sometimes, a lot of the time. but, I love you. a lot, thank you for taking care of me. Now let me take care of you." before he pulls your head into his chest, laying back down.

#nick flynn #being flynn #nick flynn x reader #nick flynn x gn! reader #paul dano #paul danos movies #klitzcore

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13folklore13 · 2 years

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Absolutely devoted to you

Erwin Smith x fem!reader

Warnings: a little smutty (i dont know how i feel about this)

a/n: i recently wrote this for a friend of mine and now i thought why not post it on here as well. Please excuse any grammar mistakes etc. English isn’t my first language. This is also my first Erwin ff ever so please bare with me and tell me what you think!

As you opened the door, a light breeze welcomed you. You stood there in the doorframe, your hand still on the doorknob and looked around. It was already late at night, but the moonlight lit up the entire office. There was a feeling of discomfort inside of you. Something that wanted to stop you from stepping foot into the office. You turned around to look down the hallway. This is my only chance, you thought and stepped into the room. You closed the door behind you, careful not to make any sounds. When the door closed, silence filled the room. The room that was once filled with laughter, joy, and warmth. The room once welcomed you like a warm embrace. But now there was no laughter or joy or a warm embrace. Even though everything still looked the same, nothing felt familiar. His books were still sitting neatly in the bookshelf. His desk was still filled with papers he needed to read. And in the back of the room stood his made bed. But all his books haven’t been read in a while, the papers on his desk were coated with a layer of dust and his bed looked like it hasn’t been used in ages.

You were still standing at the door. You didn’t dare to move. No one else was in his office, however you still looked for him. Just for something of him. You walked towards the centre of the room and wrapped your arms around your middle. Someone was here before you and opened a window. That must be the reason I can’t smell him. You went to his bookshelf and pulled out a book. Ironically it landed on that book.

“Erwin, why do you have that book in your bookshelf?”, you laughed and turned towards his desk where he was sitting, “Never took you for a poetry lover.” You flicked through the book that was familiar to you. “And why is that?”, he walked towards you and leaned against the shelf. “I just never thought you could dedicate your heart to something else than to the survey corps”, you teased him and turned one of the pages. You paused as you saw a little note at the end of the page. Her favourite. It was your favourite poem. You looked up to him, to find him already looking at you with his ice blue eyes. You lifted the book and said, “You knew what my favourite poem was? How?” He scratched the back of his neck and let out a low chuckle. You gasped. Erwin Smith was flustered. “Sascha told me”, confusion painted your face. None of your friends knew that you and Erwin shared feelings for each other. He requested to keep your relationship private as long as the world was cruel. “Well, she didn’t exactly tell me, but I overheard you guys talking about your favourite poem and the way Sascha worded it, it seemed that you already told her about that poem a million times. That’s why I thought, when it really means that much to you, I should read it.” You were stunned. You grew quite used to hearing Sascha and the others complaining about you none stop talking about it. But to hear that someone would genuinely be interest into something you loved so dearly overwhelmed you quite a bit. “I – well, I didn’t expect that”, you stuttered, and Erwin tilted his head. “You do realise that I care for you deeply, do you? It’s just fair that I care about your interest as deeply as you care about mine.” You had no words. If you hadn’t realised his love to you, you did now. You put the book at its place again and moved forward to wrap your arms around him. His arms closed behind your back, and he pressed you to his chest. His forehead met yours and you inhaled his scent. “Thank you, Erwin.”

Water dropped onto the pages of the book and that’s when you realised that you started crying. You dried the pages with your arm and wiped away your tears. But your lips started to quiver. Your eyes filled with tears again as your body felt insanely cold. You hugged the book close to your chest. You tilted your head back and let out a few hasty breaths. A strong breeze made you shiver and look back at the window. You put the book back at its place again and moved to the window. “Who opened this fucking window”, you whispered and closed the window and the curtain. You puffed out a sigh and turned to face the room again. But your eye drifted to the right. You closed your eyes again, debating if you should just leave his office and end the torture, but as you were thinking about it, you already sank down on the bed.

It felt the same, even after months. Your hands brushed over the bed sheets and stopped when you felt something paper like under the sheets. You lifted the sheets and pulled out a sheet of paper. Once your eyes drifted over it, you closed them and pressed the piece of parchment paper against your chest. Tears streamed down your cheeks again as your back met the mattress.

“Can’t this wait”, Erwin grunted, pressed a pillow on his face. It was 1 am when you entered his office to share the night. All Erwin wanted to do was to press you against his chest, to feel your warmth, your breath, your kisses, your touch- “Of course not! This is the perfect moment for this”, you exclaimed and straddled his lap, your night gown rid up. You removed the pillow and flew it across the room, accidentally knocking his papers from his desk. “sorry”, you chuckled quietly, earning a grunt as an answer. “Alright”, he sighed and put his arms behind his head, his muscular chest now flexing, “what do you want to show me.” But all you could do was stare at him. “You still there?”, he laughed, and you rolled his eyes and slapped his broad chest. “Oh shut it.” You stretched your arms behind you, to grab your jacket and Erwins hands gripped your hips, to usure you that you wouldn’t fall off him, of course. When your hands grabbed the jacket, you pulled it towards you and grabbed the desired paper. You let the jacket fall of the bed, pressed the paper to your chest and grinned brightly at Erwin, who was looking at you with raised eyebrows. “So, it’s not perfect, but I’ve worked really hard on it and-“, you felt his hands squeeze your hips. “I’m sure I will love it.” The assuring smile he gave you clamed you down. You returned his smile and gave him the paper. His hands left your hips and took the paper from you. His mouth gasped open, and his eyes switched from the paper to your flustered face. He looked back at the paper where he saw the both of you sitting next to each other. Your bodies were turned to each other with your knees touching. Your hands were placed in your lap and Erwin’s hands were holding them. Both of you were wearing civilian clothes, something he had never seen you in before. “w-what is this”, he couldn’t believe what he saw.

You wrung your hands and a blushed creeped up on your cheeks. “Well, I thought, because we cannot go to get our real portrait done, that I would draw one for us. You could also see it as a promise: When all of this is done, we’ll get a real one done for us, in civilian clothes and everything”, a chuckle escaped your mouth. Erwin wanted to marry you right then and there. He has never met anyone who devoted him as much as you do. And deep down he knew that he would never be deserving of your love. He knew that he couldn’t promise you what you wanted, even if he wanted it to become true. He glanced at it one last time before he dropped it on his bedside table. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you. Your hands found his hair and brushed through them, “I assume you like it.” He cupped your cheeks and pulled you away from him so that he could look into your eyes. He wanted to say something. He wanted to thank you, to tell you that he would cherish it until he takes his last breath. But no words left his mouth. Everything he wanted to say, never left his mouth. So, before he could tear up, he pressed his lips on yours and tangled his hands in your hair. Your breath got stuck in your throat. The man who was known for his speeches couldn’t say anything to you. All he could give to you, was his love. And you accepted it gratefully.

Your lips moved in sync. His tongue dancing with yours. His hands pulled slightly at your hair, so that he could tilt your head back. His lips found your neck and kissed you so lightly, you begging desperately for more. His lips travelled up to your ear, kissing it and whispering, “Thank you.” One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other grabbed your hip. In a smooth motion, he turned the both of you around so that he was hovering over you. You gazed into his depth of blue sapphire, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked right back at you. He closed the distance between you to so that his lips would slightly touch yours. “Do you know that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me?”, he breathed and pecked your lips just for a second. He took your hands and pinned your arms above you. His hands were sliding down your arms, making you shiver. As his hands moved down your sides, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbones. Kissing every part of you. “Do you know that I would do everything for you”, he said as he caressed that one sensitive spot on your neck. You hummed in response and closed your eyes in anticipation. You could feel him lift your night gown. When you opened your eyes, you could see him staring at you. Like you were his most sacred possession. He tore his eyes from you when he felt your hands traveling up his chest. As your hands met his cheeks, he closed his eyes and leaned into your warmth. You pulled him towards you. Yours and his face centimetres away from each other. He opened his eyes again and pressed his forehead against yours. Both of you holding eye contact as his body interwind with yours, a moan escaping from both of your mouths. His hands held onto your hips as yours caressed his cheeks. Your bodies moving so perfectly together, like they were made for each other, like an old dance they’ve memorized. His hands travelled up and down your sides, making you giggle. “That tickles”, you breathed and earned a low chuckle from Erwin, his hands grabbing your neck. He leaned in closer to you so that his nose brushed yours. He moved his nose up and down the bridge of yours, inhaling your scent. “You are so good to me”, he says, both of you becoming breathless. You placed your lips on his and whispered against them, “Because you make me good, Erwin”, you panted as his body moved faster. He wrapped his arms around you as he pressed himself closer to you, “I’m..”, he whispered and you nodded in return, “Me too.” When you looked up at his eyes, you could feel the knot in your stomach growing stronger and stronger as you closed your eyes again pressing your head into the pillow, welcoming the overwhelming feeling that overtook you. As he reached his high, you could hear him whisper, “I am absolutely devoted to you.”

“Oh god”, you cried as you buried your face into his pillow. You thought that you could survive this. That you could live a life without him, but even after months of trying you failed. You would usually try again right after you failed a training session or would prepare better for a expedition. And at first you tried to wake up everyday with a good feeling. That today would be the day you could go without breaking down. But you failed every day. It haunted you that he could’ve been saved. That he could have been the one to receive the serum instead of Armin. And you felt horrible whishing that Armin would be the one who died. But waking up every day without him, moving forward without him, people slowly forgetting him or replacing him broke you. It haunted you that you couldn’t give him a proper funeral, that you couldn’t mourn in public. You thought that visiting his office could give you some peace, but every corner of his room remined you of the things you both never got to experience together.

Then suddenly the door to his office opened, making you jump from his bed. “Hange!”, you exclaimed. They instantly stood still when they saw you. “y/n! I didn’t expect you here”, they said, clearly stunned to see you. You let out a few chuckles and moved towards them. “Oh, you know, when I crossed the hallways, I heard the window making some weird sounds so I thought that I would check on it and surprise, surprise the window was open”, you stammered. You stood in front of Hange now and were glad that the room was to dark to see your face, “But now it’s closed so I will go now, good night Hange!”, you smiled and tried to pass them as they grabbed your arm. Your breath got stuck as you faced them. They were looking down as they said, “He told me.” Hange now lifted their head to look straight into your eyes, “Erwin told me about you two before he died.” Tears started to glitter in your eyes. “He did?”, you whispered. Hanges’s hand was now on your arm as they brushed it comforting. They nodded, “He asked me to look after you.” Your lips started to quiver. “I always thought that you’d cope well with his death.” You shook your head as your tears started to stream down your face. “I- I”, you cried, “I can’t breathe.” Hange’s arms flew around you as they hugged you tightly. Even if you whished to be embraced by a different commander, you felt like that they were send to you at the perfect time. As if someone was watching over you.

#snk erwin #erwin x y/n #erwin smut #erwin smith #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 2 years

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Day 2: Shaking

Undeserved

Warnings: (Hand) Gore mention, blood, restraints, wishing for death (but also not), language

This is part of a series. If you haven't, I suggest starting at Day 1.

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When Damien came to, he was lying on the ground again. He briefly wondered if they had moved him at all, or just let him drop back down where he was. Nothing much had changed. His hands were still tied behind his back, straining his shoulders. He still couldn’t breathe, because his face was pressed into the ground. His lips still tasted of blood and tears and dirt.

And everything still fucking hurt, making him groan quietly. As he attempted to turn his head, to finally be able to breathe without inhaling dust and sand, a shiver ran through his body. It wasn’t even the pain, exploding in his arm as his movement tugged on the rope. It was the absolute wrongness of his hand, sticky with half-dried blood and clenched into a fist, as if that could stop it from falling apart. Perhaps it would hurt less if only he could bring himself to relax, but the mere thought of trying to move his fingers made him shiver again. He tried to calm down; to focus on the grainy sand, pressing against his forehead, and the distant voices, reaching his ears. It helped to ease the tension in his shoulders, but the shivers didn’t stop.

It was so fucking cold.

Usually this time of year he had the opposite problem. Sometimes the sun was out for weeks at a time, turning the grass of the steppe brown and unprotected skin red. It was out now, too, he could feel it on his neck, see the brightness from the corner of his eye. It just did nothing to warm him. It was neither the coldness of the ground, slowly crawling through his armor, nor the wind, making goosebumps raise on his neck. It was a bone-deep chill, sapping all his strength, making his teeth chatter.

But he had to breathe, had to move, had to try again. Damien clenched his teeth as he started the next attempt to shift his head. Knowing what to expect made it easier and harder at the same time. Harder to start, to gather the courage to strain his shoulders; easier to continue as the pain in his arm flared up. When he had finally managed to turn to the side, he sucked in a deep breath, causing him to cough instantly. His mouth was so dry, the cough did nothing to ease the scratching in his throat; it did, however, strain his arms and he pressed his head against the ground with a pained whimper.

The sad, little tufts of grass before his eyes began to swim as new tears blurred his vision. He wished they had just finished him off, run him through with a sword or whatever. Death was all that was waiting for him anyway. There was no way around it; not after all he had done, not after they had caught him in the middle of an attempt to assassinate a fucking ambassador. Every possible trial would be nothing but a show. They’d hang him like the traitor he was, and by the Seven, he didn’t want to die, not like this. The thought alone made him shake again. At least he could pretend it was from the cold, not from the sheer terror that had gripped him. At least he could pretend his tears came from the sand in his eyes, not from despair of having his miserable fucking life end like this. At least he could pretend his wince and sob were caused by the agony in his hand, not by a pair of boots, stepping into his field of vision.

Tagging: @villainsvictim @whump-in-the-moonlight @dont-touch-my-soup

#Undeserved #whump #blood tw #restraints tw #Agony April #Agony April 2022 #Agony April Day 2 #my writing

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saltynsassy31 · 3 years

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It's me with the same question again!

I really really need a continuation of your last prompt. What's gonna happen when Spamton meets the Addisons again? Are they gonna reconcile? Will it get awkward? Who is gonna apologize to who? Will they find out what happened to Spamton? I have so many questions

I wish you the best of luck!

Thank you for the help and I'm sorry I lost the post, it should have been in privet settings but it's not, it's as if I deleted T0T

Thank you for the help so here have fic

I had planned on it being a continuation for later but since you asked you shall have it

Also i want to prefix that spamton in my hc is only small cus he was thrown into the acid by the Queen so he was the same size as the addisons (albeit still smallest of them all)

Ok, amazing, awesome, it's happening today. Spamton is going to see his brothers again tonight

"Spamton breath! I don't want you passing out with lack of oxygen!" Swatch said worriedly

When did he stop breathing again? Right when he started to panic as the clock drew closer to the time he had to leave

"You don't need to go if you don't want to Spamton, you're not obliged to go" Swatch reassured him, danm they were an amazing boyfriend what did he do to deserve them

He took in a few sharp breaths before calming if only slightly

Spamton shook his head "No, I need to do this, I WANT to do this" he was a bit taken back by his voice sounding normal for once but that was probably because he was stressed

Swatch still gave him a concerned look so Spamton got up, patted the invisible dust out of his suit and turned to them with a confident smile

"DONT WORRY YOUR [[pretty little head]] YOUR PARTNER SPAMTON OVER HERE WILL BE FINE [[twitter]]"

Swatch nodded "Alright, but remember to call me if you need anything"

Spamton smile was more genuine now, knowing that he had someone to reach out this time "WILL DO!"

•••••

Spamton was dropped off at the entrance of town near where they were supposed to meet up

Spamton had decided to use one of the outfits gifted to him by the swatchlings when he started to work there again

It was a black sweater with a pink heart embedded in the right side of the chest area and pink leggings, he was wearing his usual yellow and pink glasses (jesus there is alot of pink gksjfka)

Sure he had gotten them in a poor attempt of copying Swatch but at this point he had made it his own signature look aswell

His hair was slick back as usual but he didn't have to time to redye it so you could see the white roots of his hair showing a bit

Before walking any further Spamton took a sharp inhale puffing up his chest before letting go "you can do this [[big shot]]" he muttered to himself as he walked inside the restaurant

He told the receptionist his name and they took him to his table his brothers probably reserved

None of them had shown up yet, it's alright he was a little bit earlier then expected, his nerves got the best of him and he was 10 minutes early

It's alright, it's ok, everything will be ok he just had to wait right?

And he waited

10 minutes passed and they weren't there

Another 10 passed and nothing. He knew it, they only called him over to make a fool out of himself, just like last time

Spamton was about to leave when he heard someone call out "wait!"

He looked up to see pink running up to him with the rest of the group, all of them seemingly out of breath "wait.." he repeated resting is hands on his lap as he tried to catch his breath

"Sorry we're late, today's shift was busy and we practically had to run to get here" he explained

"QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE [[take a seat]]" the other addisons seemed a bit taken it back by Spamton's speech, they heard it in commercials yes but they didn't think that was how he actually spoke now

Pink was less shocked as he had already heard it but it was still strange for him

When Spamton stood up to great them he heard a small gasp

"Spamton, I don't remember you were this small, you were short but..." Yellow said. He only rolled his eyes, of course it had to be Yellow to point out his... lack of height

"WELL [[Fine wine]] ACID DOES THAT TO PEOPLE" He replied with a bit of a bite to his words wich promptly made yellow shut up

They all took their seats and ordered their food. They sat there in awkward silence for what felt an eternity, it wasn't as lively as it used to be

Those long nights where they'd chat for hours until they had to be kicked out because they didn't notice it was closing time

Those nights where they would laugh of the stupidest jokes until they couldn't breath anymore, and the addisons felt like they could still be doing all of that if they had stuck a little bit longer

Their youngest had needed their help and they weren't there to pick him up when he fell because they thought he didn't need them anymore, or more accurately, they were jealous

And now they sit in silence as they waited for their order to be ready

"WELL THE ATMOSPHERE HERE IS [[thicker then butter]]" Spamton said to try and break the unbearable silence

"Agreed" Orange said straightening up his posture "so let's do something about it" he took a deep breath and turned to Spamton with a small smile "how have you been? From what I've heard you are working at the Color café"

"WELL YES! AFTER MY [[pitiful]] STATE AT THEIR [[trash pile]] THEIR MENAGER TOOK ME IN, IT WAS A [[sweet sweet deal you could not resist]]"

"That is uh... Great to hear!" Orange tried to say in a kind tone

"Ok I can't hold it in anymore, what is up with your voice?"

"Yellow!" Banner scolded

"NO NO IT'S A [[insert vald password]] er- VALDI QUESTION" Spamton tried not to tic to much but the situation was a bit stressful if he was being completely honest so he couldn't hold it as well as he used to

"I HAVE BEEN [[hacked]] BY MIKE WITH HIS [[hyperlink blocked]] SO MY FILE IS [[corrupted]] I HAVE BEEN LIKE THIS EVER SINCE I LEFT YOU WOULD KNOW IF [[stayed for the night]]"

He was still a bit bitter and he wasn't going to sugar-coat it, he held it for this long he had the right to let it out

So it came with no surprise their guilty looks, at least, for the average viewer, for spamton in the other hand he was shocked if he was being honest he didn't expect them to look this guilty

"WOW YOU ALL LOOKED LIKE [[a puppy kicked to the curb]] IM SUPRISED YOU EVEN UNDERSTOOD MY [[weird talk]]"

"Well, we can pick up on the hints" Orange mumbled

Pink took in a deep breath "well if no one's going to say it than I am" he turned to Spamton with a serious face "Spamton I know that the way we left you hurt you, alot. I don't think I could ever begin to comprehend the suffering you had to endure"

"I should of... WE should have been there for you, there is no excuse for how we treated you but... we want to try again, we want to be better brothers" when Pink said that all nodded "if you let us that is"

Spamton was shocked he took a moment to process everything, leaning his arms on the table as he looked everywhere except his brothers

They were apologising, he never thought he'd ever hear them apologise but why now?

"WHy...why now?" His voice was quiet, something it never did, it sounded wet as his hands began to shake "WHy after [[years of free insurance]]-" he stopped himself and took a deep breath, stupid infomercials always interrupting his speech

"Why after so many years are you doing this now? I was left [[in the dirt]] and had no where else to go, why only now are you trying" he said looking up his voice sounding broken and his face was red from holding tears

It broke the addisons' hearts to see him like this and the guilt even bigger

"I keep waiting, hoping, you guys would come back but you never did"

"Well would you believe we thought you were dead?" Yellow said laughing nervously

When he saw the way Spamton looked at him he stopped though, he thought he was mocking him

"Uh, no really. We actually thought you had died" Yellow said cowering a bit back to his seat

When spamton lifted a brow confused Pink took it upon himself to explain

"Well, we felt really bad with how we treated you so when we heard you were going to be evicted I decided to go there to pick you up, as much as I was jealous I didn't want you to be thrown out just like that"

Spamton didn't truly belive him and Pink knew he probably thought that he'd just mock him if he had picked him up, he knew just by the way Spamton looked at him

"Um well- when I got there your room was empty, only a phone emitting some garbage noise" Pink didn't miss on how Spamtkn flinched at the mention of the phone and noise "and I heard some of the servants whisper about the Queen taking you to the acid room or whatever it's called"

"And when I asked where you were they wouldn't say and just led me outside and called a taxi for me to leave, they looked guilty and for all intent and purposes I thought that ment they had send you to be boild alive"

"And I wasn't sure what to do...." the table went quiet again, the only noise being the chatter of the rest of the restaurant

"WELL I HAVE NOT [[kick the bucket]] JUST YET AND I COULDN'T FEEL MORE [[fee]] AND [[alive]] THEN I DO NOW SO I GUESS....we could try again"

They all looked at Spamton relief, joy, grief and guilt passed through them at once

Banner began to laugh as he quickly began to try and desperately, but failing, to dry the tears falling down nonstop

"Oh dear, look at me crying like a baby I just-" he sniffed "we're so sorry... IM so sorry" he said the smile he was trying so hard to keep up fell as he could no longer hold the sobs

The rest soon followed, laughing and crying all the same and Spamton couldn't help but do the same

They spend the next 30 minutes talking and catching up, sharing tears and laughter

It couldn't be better than this

Spamton finally felt free, felt at home, like that all the weight has finally been lifted of his poor shoulders

They ate and talked just like old times. They still had alot to talk about, Spamton had gone through alot but now they had all the time I'm the world and could be patient and wait for him to tell them in his own time

And unlike before they would be there to help him

•End notes•

This took me a while and there is so much more I wanted to do!

I wanted to try and nail in the emotional point but it just didn't feel right for spamton to tell everything to them just yet so we can leave that for another time

Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this like you did the rest ^^

Stuff might come in slower cus my life has been a bit stuffed and I can't always write

But please keep on sending request! I love writing in my free time, anyone please feel free to go to my ask and do a request! (Check my pinned post for the rules first though!)

Have a nice day ya'll 😊

#swatchon #swatchon deltarune #swatch x spamton #swatch #swatch deltarune #spamton #spamton deltarune #addison spamton #the addisons are spamton's brothers #the addisons deltarune #the addisons #pink addison #blue addison #orange addison #yellow addison #fic request open #fic request

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leona-florianova · 2 years

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Right, but doesn’t Russia have control of the Chernobyl Power Plant, and threatened to lower the shielding keeping out that literally endless cloud of radiation? Any forceful or bombing attempts to take it back wouldn’t work because they have it set up so that if they did then you’d light up Cehenobyl again, and the last thing 2022 needs is Chernobyl 2: Electric Boogaloo. But that seems possibly right now, actually possible. What else is there to do?

What discussion are you continuing? With who, me?

...

By lowering the shielding you mean that 31000 tons heavy n massive New Safe Confinement over reactor 4? While the winds blow from europe to russia? I dont think they will.

From what I know, the russians are stationed there because its a great strategic position. They say they are there to prevent Ukrainians making a dirty bomb from all the nuclear waste, which is bullshit.. But really, Its just great to make a big army camp in an area which NOBODY ELSE WANTS TO DISTURB. So they are in relative safety from drone attacks or other shelling. Ofc. not so much from the radiation that still hangs in the area, especially if they want to stay there for a prolonged period of time..

The forests around Chernobyl are also on fire again, but they are on fire every year, or every other year...And while the radiation situation stays the same in the EU and to the east, and according to experts it most likely wont spike up to concerning levels, It must suck for the russians, currently inhaling the smoke from the burning forests and the dry radioactive dust that got disturbed by their armored vehicles.... If they will survive their war, n get back to russia safely, they will be at least regretting it pretty hard in few years...

There still are reactors 1, 2 and 3, yes..which require electricity and the powerplant staff to cool them.. Even though the last one was shut down around like 2000 (?). But they are alright n will last a while even if the cooling stopped for a while...

Anyway... Ill qote the czech nuclear physicist Dana Drábová who has been monitoring the situation: "Radiation situation normal, don’t buy iodine tablets, and keep calm and smile."

*here this pretty much sums most of the stuff happening there + in Zaporizhzhia pp https://www.oecd-nea.org/jcms/pl_66130/current-status-of-nuclear-power-installations-in-ukraine

Radiological map that is constantly updated: https://remap.jrc.ec.europa.eu

**I dont think we can do much about the power plant situation.. but you can still help Ukraine by donating money to charities.. good one i can currently think of is the "WE HELP THEM TO SURVIVE" created by the Prague ZOO which collects money to support Ukrainian ZOOs https://www.zoopraha.cz/en/about-zoo/news/director-s-view/13393-helping-not-only-ukrainian-zoos

https://www.zoopraha.cz/en/about-zoo/news/13357-prague-zoo-stands-together-with-the-ukrainian-people

#ukraine #chernobyl #soooo many things are possible but dont panic #nothing is going to happen with chernobyl #that behemoth is asleep #and one would have to DO ALOT to wake it

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gojology · 3 years

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The Start of Winter Break. (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I FEEL RLLY SAD CUZ I WANTED TO DO THE SUKUNA BUT I DONT KNOW THE STORY ON ALADDIN SO I OPTED FOR 2 INSTEAD IM SORRY ANON. anyways i wanted to feed u guys rlly well and actually took the time to write and edit. I’M REFORMED also writing on google docs is so hard?? (reposting cuz i think im shadowbanned)

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3798

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Food Play, Nipple Play, Oral (Fem Receiving), Degrading Nicknames (I didn’t really proof read that hard but I know there’s like, a mention of one nickname along the lines of that.)

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s the first day of Winter Break, and you want to surprise Gojo with a cup of hot cocoa, instead, Gojo surprises you. Blinking your eyes furiously, you adjusted to the dark room. Immediately, you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn’t have to wake up at such an early hour, and for once you woke up refreshed. It was finally the first day of Winter Break, you had overworked yourself, making sure that you were to spend the end of the year work-free and available for as many Christmas parties you wanted to attend. Yawning, stretching as you did so, you look over your shoulder. There’s a slight smile dawning on Gojo’s lips. His long eyelashes fluttered when he slept. He slightly snored, grabbing at where you once slept in his arms. The room was unusually cold. You had always awoke to sunlight streaming from the window, realizing that could only mean that another day of work was ahead of you. But now, the room was dim, and freezing might you add. You couldn’t wait to snuggle with Gojo, this was perfect cuddle weather. Tearing your eyes away from Gojo’s pretty face, you instead looked at the door. Years of photos with Gojo absolutely slathered the poor thing, past memories all flickering before your eyes. Pictures in Disneyland, bright colors in contrast with the rather dark clothes he always seemed to wear. Once in a while, you would see pictures of Yuuji, Shoko, Megumi, Nobara, just about every Tokyo Jujutsu Tech School member there was, and even Utahime, celebrating good times with Gojo. You didn’t find yourself in many of the pictures, but the ones you did find yourself happened to be some of your fondest memories. Far more common were pictures of you, with ridiculous, shit, you’d even go as far as to say downright ugly faces while he told you a stupid joke were also taped sloppily, some photos were even slanted. Gojo had made it a firm promise to take pictures of you when you least expected it, because that’s when he always found you the cutest. You peek at Gojo’s sleeping face once more, a slight giggle rising from your throat that you struggled to silence. His mouth, slightly agape, was now drooling onto the pillow he oh so gracefully rested on. Jerking your head up and snapping out of your Gojo daze, you realized that you were supposed to make your daily morning coffee for you and him today. You had chewed him out multiple times, telling him that the way he made coffee was nauseating. Usually, Gojo would always accompany the bitter drink with 8 sugarcubes, which was not your thing. He always seemed to forget, honestly you couldn’t really tell with him, giving you a mug of absurdly sweetened coffee every morning. You always foolishly assumed that he had listened to you from the last scolding, so you would always sip it, letting the coffee coat your pallet, but promptly spit it out as soon as you realized how sickly sweet it was. “Satoru! This is too sweet!” �� “Honeybun, you’re the sweetest thing in this room, what do you mean the coffee could be too sweet? Not possible.” he would inquire innocently, tilting his head to the side. You’d frown, shaking your head and muttering about the acts of distaste you’d do to him before Gojo bursts into a fit of laughter, pointing at you and watching you unenthusiastically look back. Most likely fuming silently, but you didn’t want to tell him that. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re angry, (Y/N).” “Satoru, I can literally not survive the day without coffee. Whatever you’re serving me is definitely not the coffee I want, and sooner or later I’ll be dropping dead.” He would shrug playfully, as if he didn’t even understand the core concepts of what you were trying to tell him. But you knew he did, he just didn’t want to do it. You would clench your fists, trying to look threatening. Your back straightening, and on your tippy toes even though you knew you could never be as tall as him. It never ever worked though, he would just continue to laugh harder, but that was just the routine. “Then do it yourself, sweetie. I wake up at the asscrack of dawn just to make you a cup of coffee. I don’t know about you, but that’s the best show of love.” “Oh I will. I’ll do it well.” And so, you weren’t lying. The two of you began to take turns. You woke up even earlier than you did for work, and made him his coffee (with extra sugar, just as he likes it) while also making yours, making sure to relish the bitter and frankly delicious black drink, void of any sweetening. The next day, he would as well. He never listened to your sugar lectures though, making sure to add 3-4 cubes just to make you angry. You had pretty much given up on all hope of ever getting your ideal coffee from Satoru, it was beyond him to even listen. Besides, you had grown to like the sweetness. Speaking of brown sweet liquids, it was a perfect hot cocoa morning. The snow was beginning to pile up outside, pure white blanketing just about everything. You hastily threw on an oversized sweater Gojo owned, which you had found strewn on the ground. You rolled your eyes, that guy was a mess. What would he do without you? Trudging and stumbling your way into the kitchen like a newborn fawn, you flicked on the lights. As soon as the lights came on, you shielded your eyes from the brightness. Cursing as you pulled out a chair, your eyes slowly adjusting, pulling the chair over to the shelves and cabinets out of reach. Now standing on the wooden chair, you grumbled. So much for being a good girlfriend, your legs ached for some reason, so every time you stood on your tippy toes, you winced. Knocking down a bottle of vegetable oil into the sink, you were startled by such an incredibly loud noise. Your eyes widen and your legs tangle as you scramble, almost falling backwards. Grabbing onto the cabinet’s ledge, you breathed a sigh of relief as the chair stabilized. This was a blessing in disguise, as the chocolate syrup came into view. A feeling of triumph flooding you, you happily hummed gently pulling it out. Setting it down on the counter, you got down, moving the chair over to the right. Standing back onto the chair, you placed a finger on your lips, slightly rubbing them. Your memory wasn’t doing you very well, forgetting where all the extra add-ons for baked goods were. Your tongue stuck out to the side, swinging a random cabinet’s doors wide open. You had guessed correctly, sprinkles of various vivid colors stood idly, eye-catching colors on full display. A fine coat of dust had settled on the caps. You coughed into your arm, now rummaging through the many sprinkles that Gojo would insist on buying because, “they were too cute to pass up.” Sometimes, you swore the guy was a middle-aged Pinterest mom. Yanking out a half opened bag of Jumbo Marshmallows, you did a small victory dance. Normally, Gojo would inhale the darned things, but he was asleep, and very soundly at that. Finally able to have your first taste of marshmallows in a while, you popped a couple in your mouth, practically melting. So sweet. Strolling over to the fridge while popping more marshmallows in your mouth, you lazily threw the bag onto the counter. Swinging the fridge door wide open, you shivered at the cold air, hauling a jug of milk out. As usual, it was half full. Gojo would insist on eating all his cookies with milk, and if he didn’t have milk with his cookies, he would not eat them, stating that it was against his beliefs to even begin to stare at a cookie without a cold glass of milk at the side. He was probably a 9 year old trapped in a 28 year olds body. Humming a short tune, you poured the milk into a mug that Gojo had bought for you as a souvenir on a business trip. Painted onto it was a beautiful scene. Flourishing, vibrant flowers only half-heartedly concealing an undisturbed pond, deers frolicking around it. The mug was your favorite cup, and even Gojo, who most likely had the memory span of a goldfish when it came to unnecessary facts such as this one, knew it. You flipped the chocolate syrup bottle upside down, smacking the top. Making a note to yourself to buy chocolate syrup the next time you went out. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer. “Boo.” Startled, you twirled around, expecting a rather friendly home invader, or something along the lines of that. Instead, you were greeted with Gojo Satoru’s face. Satoru’s eyebrow twitches, looking at you with an amused expression. “Scared? We’re on the same boat.” he snickered, “woke up to some loud ass bang.” Gojo sleepy whispered into your ear, ruffling your hair with his large, calloused hands. His chin now resting on your right shoulder. “I dropped the vegetable oil on accident.” You ignored the light, fluttering feeling when he touched you. “Gosh, you’re a clumsy one aren’t you, sugar?” Scoffing, you whip your head back to the hot chocolate. An unhealthy serving of chocolate syrup was splattered inside the mug, already blending with the milk. “Don’t turn your back on me, pumpkin.” whining playfully, tugging at your left shoulder. There was something about such a playful, childish Gojo that you loved. You wished you got to see it more often. You pretend to be annoyed, looking at him, now standing up without the support of your shoulder, in the eye now. A flicker of mischievousness over his face, he looks down at you. “How thoughtful.” kissing your temple, he yawned. “Making hot chocolate for me? Oh hey- you even got the exact same amount of chocolate I like.” “Satoru.” hands on your hips, you were bemused. How could one even like sugar this much? “This is an ungodly amount of chocolate syrup, and can NOT be good for you.” His warm gaze stared back, a slight curve to his lips now. You swear you could die a happy girl now, Gojo wasn’t sleepy very often, so when he was, you made sure to relish it. Usually, when you were lucky enough to be in the presence of a sleepy Gojo, he was always softer. Giving you small, coy smiles. Your retort didn’t even seem to register in his brain in the slightest. “I want it, though.” You sighed, facepalming. “Ooooh, marshmallows!” suddenly bursting with energy he never exhibited before seeing the sugary treat, his long arm extended over to the bag, tugging at it to get it closer to him before finally shoving 3 or more into his mouth. “Satoru!” you yank his hand back from the entrance of his mouth, able to save a few, albeit a bit ugly and smooshed, marshmallows. “Wha?” he rubbed his eyes, chewing noisily on the marshmallows he was lucky enough to get into his mouth. “Baby. We need those marshmallows, here, can you microwave a bowl of them? Save a few for later.” He nodded obediently, tugging a bowl out of the “washed dishes” section of the sink. Wiping it down sloppily with a towel. He dug his hand into the marshmallow bag, throwing a few handfuls into the bowl before carefully placing the bowl into a microwave, sneaking a few more into his mouth before jabbing at a few buttons. “There.” he gave you a crooked grin and a thumbs up, walking back over to you, placing warm fingers against your cheek, suddenly jumping back. “Holy shit, babygirl, you’re cold.” About to respond, you too realized how cold you were. Lightly shivering, your hands seemed to be blocks of ice. “Babe, can you go get an extra sweater-” Hands under your sweater (well, technically his) suddenly, his warm, big hands massaged your breasts. You yelped, the hot contact against your cold skin was electrifying. His thumbs, rubbing over your nipples lazily, sent even more shivers down your spine. Quietly moaning, you looked back at Gojo, who seemed to thoroughly savor every little sound you made. “Like that, lil girl~?” “S-Satoru! Not now… I’m making you s-something!” “Hot cocoa doesn’t take a chef to make.” he placed kisses on your neck, lightly suckling on your bare skin. “I-I know, but just… N-not now.” you stammered, he was now tweaking your nipples, gently pulling them. He didn’t seem to register the request though, but instead was drawing lazily on your breast. “That better, missy?” he questioned, watching you catch your breath and gulp. Resting his chin on your shoulder once more. “Mmmmm.” you responded, thoroughly enjoying his warm touch. Closing your eyes, enjoying the mystifying feeling his hands always gave you. Loudly, the microwave beeped. Suddenly jumping up from the loud occurrence, Gojo cursed under his breath and jogged over to the microwave, swinging the handle open. “Great news, (Y/N). I didn’t burn the marshmallows!” Grumbling under your breath, and wishing all hell to the microwave for disrupting such an intimate event, you nodded, giving him a few weak claps for his rather stupid achievement. Gesturing for him to bring the bowl over, you pulled out a spoon from the drawer beneath you. As soon as Gojo placed the bowl on the counter, he zoomed back to where he had left off, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. This time, he was massaging one of your shoulders. Your breathing was heavier when he did this, Gojo noted, watching as you struggled to mix the chocolate syrup and milk together. He did this for a while, eyeing the cooling marshmallow. He swiped up a dollop, wiping it down your neck. Letting out a gasp by the sudden warmth, you assumed it was Gojo’s mouth. To your surprise, it wasn’t. He licked the cloud of fluff, before straight up placing his entire mouth on it, lightly sucking and licking your skin. Your panties were getting awfully wet. “L-love, we n-need the fluff to a-add the finishing touch to t-the hot cocoa.” you would mutter, trying not to collapse from the pleasure. “You getting wet?” now lightly nibbling on your skin, his hand left your breast, dunking his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. He sneered, realizing the puddle that had seeped itself into the material. “Aw, you’re absolutely wet. Fuck am I saying?” he swirled his finger around your entrance, lightly dipping one of his fingers in before he took it out. Whimpering, your walls clenched around something that wasn’t there. “Anyways, let's get back to the hot cocoa!” innocently licking his glistening finger, he looked at you. ‘What? Y-you can’t do that to me-!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chirped back, smiling devilishly. “That’s what I wanted before-” “Hush up, slut.” he rubbed your head with one hand, the other, stroking your cheek. You didn’t realize how hot you got when he called you a slut, whimpering, the hot cocoa long forgotten on the counter as you leaned into his chest. “Aw, you’re so cute.” tugging on your cheeks softly, you look up at him, while he looked down. Even though you were his girlfriend, you didn’t really see his eyes often. They were a brilliant shade of aquamarine, flecks of a darker blue were also sprinkled amongst the sea of various shades of blue. “You want something? You’re giving me those puppy eyes.” Still pulling at your cheeks, he stared down patiently, unable to hide the smile on his face. “I hate when you tease me.” you blurt out, surprisingly coherent, even though Gojo was pinching your cheek. Another flicker of amusement on his face. “That’s not how you ask for something you want.” He stopped pinching your cheeks, now staring at you. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking about, his face was blank, eyes cloudy. “Mmm, I’ll give you one last chance before you get punished. Now missy, what do you want?” You tugged at the hem of his pants, still making eye contact. “You can’t have that, sweetie.” he straightened you back up, so that you weren’t leaning on his chest any longer. “It’s way too early.” “Then what was the point of teasing me?” you groaned, clasping your hands together and looking at him. “Please?” you were sure to have your eyelashes flutter. He laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, princess.” You groaned, getting down onto the cold floor, getting onto your knees, looking at his pleasurably entertained face. “...What about now?” He chuckled, rubbing your head again. “No, baby. I’m just not in the mood, but I can make a recommendation that works with me. Although, you’re really cute when you’re on your knees for me.” You nodded, nervously anticipating whatever he wanted to do. You didn’t need to wait, though, he carried you over to the table, like a princess, unclothing you quickly. Throwing his sweater onto the floor once again, you felt your heart jump a little. A small pile of clothing consisting of the sweater, your panties, and a t-shirt was crumpled up on the floor. He cupped your breasts, leaning over the table to look at them. His expression softened, placing delicate kisses on each breast, making you gasp a little. “So cute.” whispering, rubbing your nipples once again. Your hands found their home in Gojo’s hair, now clenching onto his snowy white locks. He grunted a little as you pushed his head further into your chest, effectively telling you to start suckling on the now slightly abused domes. “Just a sec, (Y/N).” extending his impossibly long limbs to grab the marshmallow fluff bowl, his long fingers danced at the rim, then pulled it closer to his chest. Yanking the spoon out of the bowl, he spread the lukewarm fluff on your body, you weren’t expecting such warmth, and you let out a yelp, realizing what he was slathering onto you. “Satoru! D-did you forget what I said e-earlier?” “Nope, I just don’t care.” sadistically grinning, he ducked his head down, the space between your breasts and his face non existent. He had practically smooshed himself into your embrace, your arms around his head. He was good with his tongue, you had to admit, too good. Goosebumps grew on your skin, no matter how many times you two fucked senseless, he still had such an effect on you. His tongue swirling around your nipple, fingers rubbing and teasing the other. You felt his hot breath against your skin, and you couldn’t help but think how good it felt. Strands of hair tickled you as he began to noisily slurp, before coming back up again. Your breast was glistening with spit, few thin lines of marshmallow fluff left over. He licked them up, before scooping up a few dollops of marshmallow fluff onto you, looking hungrily at the attention-starved breast, before diving back down. Fingers now giving the spoiled nipple almost close to 0 action. He licked the hard nipple a few more times before sucking onto it, as if he was a baby. I mean, he probably was. Afterall, he was a manchild. Regardless, you found yourself heavily breathing, hugging his head like it was the last thing you’d ever do. His teeth lightly nibbled, making you jump a little. Now biting onto it, you squealed. He glanced up, before going back down, licking the sensitive bud. You felt a rush near your lower regions, a familiar warmth rushed to your cheeks. “S-Satoru! I think I’m gonna-!” You weren’t even going to finish the sentence, the white, hot liquid pooling out of you as soon as you uttered a few words. Gojo’s attention was now focused on you, before looking down. “Woah, lil girl. That’s a large mess. I didn’t know your pussy needed any attention.” he directed his gaze towards your pussy, spreading the folds and softly examined it. “How pretty.” he muttered, he flicked his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly. “FUCK!” you threw a hand over your mouth, he laughed, his breath tickling you. “You’re really wet.” Without any warning before hand, he dove in between your legs, beginning to noisily slurp at your folds, dipping his tongue into your entrance. You began to practically scream louder, you were fuzzy, your body, your mind, everything. Unable to cover your moans, you began to grimace at the stares your neighbors would give you when you went out for the mail. Gojo would laugh, telling you that, “He was just trying to show the world you were his.” and not pay any mind, cursing him for being so skilled, you struggled to contain all the noises you were making. You felt his tongue tease your entrance playfully, flicking your clit a few times for extra measure, you were now wildly thrashing, and you knew Gojo couldn’t wait to ridicule you over dinner. About to straight up shove his head closer into you, his tongue finally stuck inside of you. Letting out a sigh of relief mixed with added pleasure, he skillfully lapped at your juices. Noisily slurping away at you, he glanced up. You were trying to sit up, but were struggling as you did so. The waves of pleasure sent you crashing back down onto the table. You felt him exhale through his nose, tickling you once again. He closed the little space between you and his face, as soon as he was in contact with your skin, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to close the distance that wasn’t there. Now, his tongue was reaching you in places you’d never think he would. Flush, hot skin was sweating against the table surface, but you paid no mind, promising yourself to wipe the top later. Hair strands practically glued to the sides of your head due to the sweat, you whined again, feeling yourself close to cumming. You were about to speak again, warning Gojo, but you couldn’t. Before the words could even spill out of your mouth, you felt yourself burst. Gojo, seemingly unaware, was still lapping at your walls. You looked at him, breathing heavily. His eyes widened, and you felt him stop licking for a while, before you saw him gulp and stand back up. His eyes twinkled a little in the light, and you straightened, sitting on the table, your heart still beating rapidly. “You never told me you were gonna cum.” You turned your head to the side, about to retort, before you realized the empty bowl of marshmallow fluff. “Satoru! I told you to not use it all!” (resposting because i think im shadowbanned, please interact if u saw this!)

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #jjk gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #smut and more smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #hhhh #i think im shadowbanned

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peachysnzs · 3 years

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genshin snz headcanons

i caved here are literally All my genshin snz headcanons cause im thinkin so hard rn

albedo

def sneezes in fits but tries to stifle whenever possible

uses his elbow most of the time, but sometimes when hes especially deep in a fit he ends up just sneezing desperately in the air

quiet and breathy

tries to make his sneezes as discrete as possible but the further in fits he gets, the more desperate his sneezes sound

every time he has a buildup to a sneeze, he kinda just shudders leadin up to it yknow

he always tries to be cautious and not get anyone sick when he is sick bless him

ok this fucker inhabits an ice mountain theres no way he doesnt get at least a *couple* colds

mona

sneezes in likes twos, threes

this is so unoriginal bcs hydro vision but like her sneezes are def at least a bit wet-sounding

uses tissues when avaliable, but if not she just kinda turns to the side

loud and high-pitched

she sneezes relatively suddenly and it takes her by surprise sometimes

tbh mona feels like somebody who’d have allergies and being all sniffly and miserable looking and still try to deny that shes allergic to anything and that youre stupid for thinking so. very tsundere.

speaking of sniffly her nose probably just constantly runs like a tap when shes sick

she wouldnt even try to keep her germs to herself and would be disgusted at sick ppl even if she was the one to get you sick

hu tao

literally almost never sneezes* but when she does its singles

uses her elbow and covers her mouth, ty hu tao for being a good snz role model

kinda low and naturally soft

long ass fucking buildups! her nose just kinda itches for a whole two minutes and her breath wavers before she sneezes quickly

so for the asterisk * i kinda lied, she sneezes up a storm only when sick, she has kinda a subpar immune systme so whenever shes sick she just is stuck with sneezng consistently through the whole day til shes dizzy

jean

also sneezes in singles, occasional doubles

alternates between using hankerchiefs if avaliable or just her elbow

i feel like jean is the type of person to like excuse herself right before succumbing to a fit

small sneezes, decently graceful

i feel like shed had a dust allergy honestly

jean literally will not take sick days even when she has awful colds, and while she tries not to get ppl sick she does a kinda awful job at it

amber

two to four usually

elbow once again, but sometimes when shes gliding she cant really use her arms so she just sneezes in the air

squeaky def, high pitched

she def has hayfever and one day opens her glider and its just covered in pollen

no build ups to her sneeze, just a sharp inhale and then the snz

eula

we already saw her snz so

either single sneezes or long ass fits, no inbetween

sneezes into her gloves, but when her sneezes start to get messy she switches to a hankerchief

breathy and feminine

cyro characters get colds cause i say so

no fr tho eula just miserable w a cold and just constantly having to duck foward and sneeze into her gloves

half of her cold is her denying shes sick even when she looks absolutely horrible and the other half is complaining about how miserable she feels and demanding people to do things for her

childe

doubles usually

he sneezes into the air or in his hands this fucker would never sneeze in his elbow

messy and desperate

long! ass! fucking! buildups! he tries to hide the hitching with his builds ups but hes not at all good at it

his sneezes get so much messier the sicker he is, until hes practically just dripping

dont be decieved by the way he hides being sick, he desperately craves being coddled whenever hes sick because of his home life

suprisingly good at caretaking

diluc

triples and quadruples i feel like

elbow primarily, but sometimes uses tissues

loud and rough

he tries so hard to hide his allergies but it never works because his sneezes are always so loud

fuck it give him all the allergies

his voice gets stuffy so quickly when even in like a five foot vicinity of flowers, and his nose itches so much to the point where it feels like hes just constantly building up to another sneeze

has probably sneezed on someones drink at least once while he had a cold

kaeya

almost only fits and he fucking hates it

he usually pinches his nose to stifle but if he cant manage he either quickly goes for the elbow or just ducks his head down and sneezes towards the floor

shaky and itchy-sounding if that makes sense

yknow that little gasp people do sometimes before sneezing i feel like hed do that

never takes sick days unless forced to by jean or diluc, and ends up shambling through his daily tasks shaky and feverish and sneezy

he tries to stifle but it really does not work

rosaria

singles, and if u catch her sneezing she’ll probably make you swear to silence

literally just in the elbow

honestly i feel like shed sneeze like a kitten, or just really high and femme

she sees being sick/allergic as a sign of weakness so fights sneezing very hard. like u can see the visible effort she makes pinching her nose and shit after her breath hitches even once

also one of those dumbasses that stifle way too much and doesnt take sickdays

ningguang

doubles unless shes allergic, then its fits

she has a fancy ass lace hankerchief she carries w her speficially for snzs to look ‘proper’

she forces her sneezes to be elegant, sneezing naturally is loud tho

small buildups but v audible breaths building up to a sneeze

she has a good immune system but when she does get sick she gets it bad and tries to cover up her flushed face and red nose with makeup

without people around her she just lets herself be miserable while sneezes, lettting out small little “..guh...” after a particularly bad fit

beidou

doubles or triples

beidou would also like never use her elbow, shed sneeze in her fist even if the sneeze is messy as hell

loud and proud of it

look all im saying is beidou is a walking health hazard whenever sick, she doesnt try at all to keep colds to herself and can and wil sneeze into her hand only to shake yours seconds later

no buildups, just sudden sneezes that scare the shit out of people tho

very very fucking messy

half the time does not care if shes sick, she doesnt really feel like she needs to take sick days because she doesnt feel that bad and stuff like that

lisa

singles and occasional doubles

she keeps tissues on her and uses them relatively often

delicate and proper

the idea of lisa having a dust allergy is just everything to me, like she blows off dust from a book and ends up stuck for a few minutes with her nostrils flaring until she finally sneezes desperately into a tissue

rarely gets sick, but when she does milks the hell out of it to be as lazy as possible. like “oh im feeling so awful rn, maybe a kiss will make me feel better?~”

venti

fits fits fits

hands or elbows, really depends on how hard the sneeze hits him

decently loud and a bit high pitched

look venti is an anemo god all im saying is when he sneezes the wind picks up, and when he has fits its enough to push you over

to remedy this he just avoids everyone when sick and avoids cats with a a passion

buildups are very breathy and desperate

his nose runs so much near cats and he makes a godddamn mess of himself the longer hes around them

cats absolutely love him regardless

xiao

he gets fits only bcs i say so

literally either just the air or his hands because nobody ever taught him that he should like cover his mouth properly when sneezing

quiet but messy

the idea of xiao w just torturuous buildups does something for me. he’ll be stuck there w his breath hitching and hazy eyes for like a whole minute before he finally just ducks into his hand and makes a mess of himself

he does not understand being sick and absolutely hates it when he does get sick, 100% tries to power through it and ends up a fucking mess by the end of the day

his sneezes get stuck so often

his nose gets so fucking flushed and twitchy after a while of sneezing

ganyu

doubles or triples

sneezes in her elbow most of the time

soft and low

when she gets sick she gets so sleepy, her sneezes just kinda draw all the energy outta her and she usually ends up taking a nap

shes allergic to dogs too bcs why not

she doesnt want to bother people when sick or get them sick too so she usually takes copious sickdays until shes absolutely certain that she cant get anyone sick

zhongli

triples literally always for some reason

either into his fist or into a hankerchief

low and masculine, a bit loud

doing the same god shtick with him, the floor tends to shake whenever he gets particularly sneezy and stuff on cupboards can and will fall over when in the vicinity

no buildups really, hell just be in the middle of talking and then he blinks a bit and then sneezes roughly

he doesnt really take sick days but he doesnt really deny hes sick either, just kinda tries to get through the day despite feeling awful

#g/enshin i/mpact #sneeze kink #snz #sneeze headcanons #damn this took a while #i played favorites w x/iao and m/ona honestly #its my personal goal now to write every g/enshin character snzing at least once in a fic

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hwangsies · 3 years

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SILVER SOLUTION

(part 2 of galvanising green, read part 1 first!)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: you dont know where you stand with hyunjin after the greenhouse incident, getting grouped together in potions class might give the both of you some clarity.

warnings: swearing, smut as in: heavy petting, some bathtub fun, praise kink i guess, pretty tame and very fluffy

3.6 k words,

enjoy <3

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“class, listen up” your potions professor claps his hands together “today we’re making amortentia upon a special request from ms weasley” he smiles at victoire, who’s standing next to you behind labtable.

Potions is your only class you have together this year so you’re always exited for it, especially cause she excels in almost every class.

“mom told me she only realised that she liked dad through making this in class” she whispers to you as the professor keeps telling the class about the ingredients.

“mhh” you nod, pretending to be interested, but you simply cant be. Not when hyunjin is staring holes into the back of your head.

You turn around slightly just to see him at the table diagonally behind you, propped up with elbows on the table and locking eyes with you.

He clears his throat and straightens up to look over at his partner, james , when you catch him.

You sigh as the professor tells the class to begin, victoire already starting to chop up some rose thorns.

“hey, can you grab the pearldust and measure it?” she rips you out of your thoughts about if you were to harsh to the blonde boy that’s been on your mind for the past week.

“uhh- yea” you mumble, grabbing the little sliver bag that’s labelled as ‘pearl dust’.

“how much of this?” you ask before victoire points at the measurements in the book that’s laying infront of her on the table.

After about 20 minutes of mixing the ingredients you suddenly hear a loud clinging of someone dropping a glass, followed by yelling.

You turn around to see hyunjin and james at each others throats, fellow classmates quickly jumping in to get them off of each other.

“hey!” your professor comes running “this kind of behaviour is not acceptable in my classroom! I forbid it!” he says sternly.

Hyunjin and james breathing heavily as they nod apologetically.

The professor looks around before his eyes land on victoire “ms weasly would you be so kind to switch places with mr hwang?” he asks but you know its more of an order than a request.

“uh-“ your best friend looks over at you before a small grin tugs at her lips “yea of course” she chirps.

Your eyes widen as she leaves you alone, turning back around to your concoction to mix the fluid before hyunjin appears in your peripheral.

“hey” he says in a small voice, you just nod, eyes trained on the liquid that’s slowly gaining a pearly sheen.

“you’re still not gonna talk to me?” he asks, watching the silver liquid in the big pot as well.

“I said everything I had to say” you answer blankly.

“well I didn’t” he rebuttals, at which your eyes jump up diagonally to meet his.

“what did you and james fight about?” you ask, ignoring his statement before.

“that’s private” he says almost immediately after you stop speaking, at which you huff.

“that’s great, hwang. i love talking to you when you get defensive” you say sarcastically, continuously stirring the potion.

He exhales irritatedly “then why do you always bring up stuff that you know I don’t want to talk about?”

“because, shocker hyunjin the world doesn’t revolve around you” you turn to him, gesturing with the hand that isn’t stirring the liquid “also jesus christ how much aftershave did you put on?” you scrunch up your nose.

He furrows his brows at you before scoffing “you’re the one to talk, your perfume is stinking up this place” he shakes his head as he looks away from you.

“excuse me?” you turn to him.

“yea- as soon as I got here all I could freaking sme-“ he stops himself and his expression softens as he looks from the liquid in pot back to your face.

“what?” you ask, still infuriated as you look over to see the silver spiralling steam coming out of the pot, signalling that the amortentia is working.

“wow!” your professor comes over and applauds “that’s looking really good kids!”

You feel the blood rush to your head when you lock eyes with hyunjin again.

“I don’t feel too good professor I need to go to the bathroom” you quickly excuse yourself before storming out of the classroom, not waiting for an answer.

Hyunjin is quick to tell him that he’ll go check on you before running after you.

“y/n” he yells down the hall “can you stop running away from me? its getting old” he pants as he catches up with you.

“I never told you to follow me” you snap back, not stopping “leave me alone”

“no” he grabs your wrist to stop you, looking into your eyes when he succeeds “I like you, a lot”

“and I know that you like me back” his eyes are soft when he looks into yours.

“so for as long as you smell my aftershave and I smell your perfume in the amortentia I will run after you” you swallow when he closes in on your personal space.

“it doesn’t matter what I smell because I don’t know if i can trust you” you say quietly.

“I understand, but what can I do to change that?” he asks seriously, you shrug your shoulders.

Hyunjin gnaws at his lower lip, sliding his hand down your wrist to enclose your smaller hand in his.

“how about I can be your boyfriend for like 2 weeks, as a test run” you chuckle and shake your head.

“no-no listen” he pleads.

“yea- okay” you signal him to keep going.

“and if you don’t want me after that we’ll just stop, no pressure no anything, we don’t even have to tell people” he proposes.

“you don’t want to tell people because you don’t want other girls to know?” you ask teasingly.

“I- no-“ he sighs when he sees your grin.

At the same moment the door to the classroom open and the whole class comes out for their lunch break.

Hyunjin looks at you before looking back at them.

“what?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you.

“hey!” he shouts at the fellow students including james and victoire “I like her!” he points at you.

“oh my god” you whisper, burying your face in your hand embarrassedly.

“a lot!!” he continues before looking down at you “she’s smart and funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful”

“get a room” someone yells before the students laugh and move past the two of you.

“I don’t care about other girls” he turns to you again “please?”

You inhale deeply before nodding “okay”

His pretty lips form into a big smile as his hands find your waist over your cloak.

“so does that mean I’m your boyfriend now?” he pulls you closer to his body, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes turning into crescents.

“14 days test trial boyfriend, sure” you grin back as he slowly leans down.

“but” you say, making him stop his actions “you’ll need to earn the first kiss as my boyfriend” you softly tap your index finger against his lips.

He groans playfully and buries his face into your neck “okay” he mumbles “whatever you want” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you grin victoriously.

"are you ever going to tell me why you and james fought in class two days ago?"

"It's not that serious" hyunjin shakes his head, not looking up from the notes on his lap.

"okay" you hum, pushing you hair back when a breeze of wind rushes through hagrids pumpkin field.

You observe the tall blond boy sitting on one of the huge pumpkins next to the one you're sitting on.

"did it possibly have to do with the big griffyndor vs slytherin quidditch match coming up?" you absently tap your feather against the tough skin of the pumpkin.

He sighs, looking up at you "yea"

"Scouts are coming and seekers aren't needed as much as other players, you know, since there's only one in each team" he runs a hand through his hair.

"so we know only one of us could possibly get scouted" you lock eyes.

"you dont know that" you try cheering him up "what if they think the both of you are amazing?"

Hyunjin chuckles "that's sweet of you but even if they did, they'd probably pick james because of his name"

You frown.

"Not that he isnt talented or anything but, you know" he shrugs.

"no, baby dont think like that. I've seen you play, you're amazing, anyone with eyes sees that" hyunjins eyes crinkle up as his pretty lips stretch into a smile.

He pushes himself off of his pumpkin to lean against yours.

"you just called me baby for the first time" he tilts up his chin, locking eyes with you.

"thats the only thing you took from my emotional speech just now?" you snicker, leaning down to boop his nose with yours.

"wanna kiss you so bad right now" hyunjin mumbles, biting his lower lip.

"hmm" you hum "not yet"

"Hey kids, listen i'm all for young love but please not on my pumpkins" hagrid shouts from his window.

"shit" hyunjin laughs.

"sorry hagrid"

"you came" hyunjin beams at you, gracefully landing on his feet next to you on one of the high tribunes.

"you asked me to" you tilt your head, as he steps closer.

"yea but it's only a practice game so-"

"i'm still gonna support my boyfriend" you grin, getting on your toes a little to kiss his cheek.

He blushes a little, his cheeks matching the faint redness of his nose, which you attribute to the cold weather; you swear it's the cutest thing he's ever done.

"are you blushing" tease him, cradling his cheeks in your hands.

"am not" he huffs sarcastically at which you giggle and press another kiss to his cheek.

"ay hwang! we dont have all day" a male voice calls for your boyfriend.

He looks back briefly to nod at his teammate .

"come with me after practice? i wanna show you something" he requests.

"yea, okay" you smile.

"okay, have fun watchig, babe" he drops a kiss to your cheek before turning his back to you.

"wait" you hold his arm "you forgot something"

"what?" hyunjin frowns.

"this" you place your hands on his cheeks once more and pull him flush to yourself, slotting your lips against his.

You hear his broom hitting the ground, a second later his hands encase your waist, pulling you closer.

The faint sound of hyunjins teammates hollering is the last thing you hear before his tongue prods at the seam of your lips.

The blood rushing to your ears keeps you from hearing anything but your tongues chasing each other.

You only seperate from each other when a high pitched whistle fills the air.

"fuck" he breathes, grinning before dropping a last kiss to your lips.

"continue this later?" youbite your lip as he picks up his broom.

"definetely" he winks before pushing himself off the ground to meet his teammates hovering in the middle of the field.

"that was so hot" you jump at victoires voice.

"what the fuck" you hold your chest as you turn around to see your bestfriend take a seat on the tribunes.

"how much did you see?" you adjust your green-white scarf as you sit down next to her.

"enough babe, that was a sexy girl move" she fiddles at you scarf as well.

You laugh "yea?"

"hell yea, look" she points up at hyunjin, where him and his teammates are still talking, one of them pushing hyunjins shoulder playfully.

"they are totally jealous of him" she squeals "and i'm totally jealous of you" she squints her green eyes teasingly.

“i can’t believe they let you use the prefects bathroom” you awe as you look around the spacious room with high walls and windows, where he had taken you after practice.

"one of the perks when you're the star of the slytherin quidditch team" hyunjin grins, dropping his slytherin coat to the ground.

He walks over to the gigantic bathtub and turns on the water, glancing over at you.

"luke warm or hot?" his hand rests on the tab.

"huh?" your head snaps over at him.

He chuckles "the bathwater"

"oh, uh hot" you nod.

"fitting" hyunjin grins, mumbling.

"Hm?" you lock eyes as you take off your coat and mimick hyunjin in dropping it to the ground.

"nothing" he giggles, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"take it off" he whispers against your lips, his fingers tugging at your shirt.

You comply and get rid of your clothes.

"Ooh" you sound as you step inside the big tub thats filled to the brim with bubbles.

"good?" hyunjin asks as he takes your hand to help you inside, he himself already sat down.

"great" you close your eyes as his arms envelope you from behind, leaning back against his chest.

“so what’d you think of seeing me play?” he whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“fishing for compliments are we?” you joke.

“ha ha” he murmurs against your neck, making goosebumps spread over your legs which doesn’t go unnoticed by him when his hand runs up your thigh.

“feels nice?” hyunjin runs his nose against the shell of your ear.

“hmh” you nod, closing your eyes when you feel his lips on his neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

“this?” he whispers, one of his large hands palming your breast, pinching your nipple as the other hand softly travels over your mound.

You open your eyes “hyunjin”

“hm?” he continues to kiss at your neck.

“wait a second, please” you say, moving from your spot from between his legs.

“whats going on?” hyunjin asks concernedly, reaching for your arm, urging you to stradde him.

“I just feel like I have to tell you this” you say, playing with his hair at the back of his head.

“what are you so nervous about baby” he huffs, smiling when you shake your head.

“I- I don’t know” you sigh, his hands soothing up your back.

“I” you exhale shakily “I’m a virgin”

“huh?” he blinks, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

“I mean I- I didn’t know” he runs his hands down your arms to take your hands in his “but I really don’t care if that’s what you were scared of”

“well, kind of” you grow a little smaller out of embarrassment.

“hey” he chuckles, pulling you a little higher on his lap “you didn’t actually think I’d laugh at you or something, did you?” he gets more serious.

“I don’t know, you always called me ‘miss goody shoes’” you mumble, pushing some hair behind his ear.

“baby I was joking” he cups your face “you know just like little boys who pull the little girls pigtails because that’s the only way they know how to get their attention”

You scoff “you never actually pulled on my hair though”

“yea, cause I don’t know if you’re into that yet” he quips, your jaw going slack.

“you little sh-“ you slap his shoulder, the water sloshing and some bubbles flying into the air as hyunjins laughter fills the room.

“I’m kidding” he laughs, catching your hand in his.

“I’m kidding” he whispers again when leaning in to press his lips to yours.

“you are my good girl though” he whispers against your lips, your heart stuttering at his words and your core clenching.

He bites his lip as if he knows what effect he has on you, you part your lips to say something but instead of words coming out, a little whimper tumbles from your lips.

“cute” he giggles before slotting his lips against yours, a groan tearing from his throat when you suck at his lower lip.

His arms circling your waist to pull your chest flush against his warm one, a groan tears from his throat when you suck on his lower lip.

You loop your arms around his neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, gasping a little when you feel his erection poke against you pubic bone.

“sorry” he smiles coyly, reaching down to adjust himself.

“don’t worry I don’t want to wait forever, you know i-“ you explain.

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, we’ll do whatever you want, I lo-“ he cuts himself off.

“you?” you repeat after him questioningly.

“I” he laughs “shit, uhm” his fingers draw circles on the skin of your hips.

"I've had a crush on you for like half a year now" he chuckles.

"huh?" you lock eyes.

"yea" he grins "remember when that one ravenclaw asshole called you a muggleblood and you let him have it six ways from sunday?" you giggle as you remember the incident.

"I got detention for that" you smile at him.

"yea but only because you turned his nose into a rhinos horn" he laughs with you.

“anyways, that’s when I was like… damn she’s cool as hell” he recalls, tucking a wet strand of your hair behind your hear.

“why did you never talk to me?” you ask, running your finger over his toned chest.

“I wanted to but you always seemed to avoid me and I didn’t want to annoy you” hyunjin closes his eyes, feigning regret.

“I had a crush on you so I was scared to be around you” you confess “but to be fair every girl in this grade has a crush on you” you roll your eyes playfully.

“well you’re the one in this bathtub with me right now” he grins, leaning forward to place a kiss on your collarbone.

You hum “yea I am”, when hyunjin licks at the base of your throat before gently sucking at the soft skin.

“wanna turn around again?” he cocks up one of his eyebrows.

“why?” you grin “so you can feel me up better?”

“exactly” he kisses your lips before you comply to his wish.

You lie your head back against his shoulder as he presses kisses to your temple, lifting one of your hands to caress the side of his face.

“how are these bubbles not dissolving?” you think out loud.

“magic” hyunjin whispers, kissing the skin under your ear.

You giggle when his hands move down your sides.

“can I touch you?” he asks quietly, kissing the slope of your neck.

“please” you mewl.

“you’re so perfect baby” hyunjin says, palming both of your breasts before moving one hand in between your legs, which you instinctively spread for him.

You can feel an amused puff of air against your neck “see? you are my good little girl”

Your stomach tightens in arousal when he brushes two fingers through your folds.

“aren’t you?” he mumbles against your skin after sucking a bruise onto your neck.

“yes” you moan when he draws circles over your clit.

“hyunjin” you whimper, the warmth in your core spreading into your limbs.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby” he rasps, his fingers picking up the pace.

You grab onto his bicep as you throw your head back, pleasure booming behind your lid as hyunjin suckles on your earlobe.

“fuck” you cry out.

“that’s it baby” he urges you on, rubbing at your sanity as you try not to fall into him completely.

“I’m close” you mutter, bucking your hips up to meet the friction of his fingers.

“come for me, babygirl” he whispers “I got you baby”

The knot in your stomach snaps and spikes of pleasure flood through your system as high pitched moans tear from your throat.

Hyunjin slows down his fingers when your legs start trembling and you gasp for air.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles, gently rubbing your folds before you hold his hand still, the overstimulation setting in.

“fuck” you groan before he tilts your head up to catch your lips with his.

Humming into the kiss before you break it, hyunjin bites his lip as he grins down at you.

You can feel the blood rushing through your face and quickly bury it in the crook of his neck; his throat vibrating with laughter.

“don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl” he mumbles, fingers dancing over your stomach.

“sorry” you giggle before looking up to kiss him again.

“don’t be sorry, you’re perfect” he kisses you back.

After getting out of the tub first and wrapping a towel around his hips, hyunjin helps you get out and wraps a towel around you and rubbing you dry vigorously.

“baby ow” you laugh and take the towel from him.

“sorry” he giggles, cradling your cheeks in his hands and pressing a wet smooch to your lips.

“eww” you laugh but he holds your face still in his hands “don’t ew your boyfriend”

You smile “apropos boyfriend”

“yea?” he releases your face, pushing some hair out of his face.

“I think I want to upgrade you from test trial boyfriend to real boyfriend” you say sheepishly, looking down.

“only if you’re up for it though, I don’t want you to leave me hanging-“

“yes” he interrupts you “I am up for it, like… super up for it” he steps even closer.

“really?” you ask as you wrap the large towel around your torso.

“yes!” he chuckles, kissing your cheek before moving to the other one before attacking your nose.

“okay! okay” you squeal.

“does that mean you’ll come to the game as my girlfriend and cheer me on and stuff?” he grins, wiggling his brows cutely.

“yes, yes I will” you promise before locking lips again.

a/n: hi there! thank u for being so patient with me! i was rly crammed up with life lol. anyways i feel like this was kinda lack luster, but i intend on writing a thrid part as the finale of a trilogy i guess lol.

so thank you sm for reading if you’ve made it this far, lots of love to you <3

(also unedited so pls dont come for me im tireddd lol)

#this was so bad iowdepfh #but i dont wanna keep yall waiting for so long ah im sorry #im a faliure lolz #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hogwarts!au #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #slytherin!hyunjin #hyunjin hogwarts!au #stray kids hogwarts!au #hyunjin fluff #silver solution

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