#because the last time i did that i felt the pressure lmao

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migraine | b.c.

summary: you were known to have pretty intense migraines but chan is there to help you feel better.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: no warnings, just pure fluff, tad bit of hurt/ comfort, sweet channie as always, and in true ashton fashion far too many petnames lmao. very lightly proofread (p.s. i am in my wolfchan lover arc, need him immediately.)

a/n: omg ashton got lost in the sauce again? * gasp* shocker! yeah this took me way too long to write but whatever. i actually don't hate this which is crazy but this is self indulgent because i get some pretty intense, nasty migraines that can last a couple days and it sucks. but if you suffer from the same thing i hope this can bring you some comfort and also i recommend a gel cap that you put in the freezer. an actual game changer, trust. anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

*lowercase intended*

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you had some pretty nasty migraines, no secret to you or chan. they last anywhere from a few hours to a few days and while there were things to help lessen the pain and pressure, sometimes you just had to ride it out.

this was unfortunately one of those times. now usually you would call chan as soon as you felt the first telltale sign of a migraine . this time however, you didn’t, you knew he was busy with work and didn’t want to interfere with that. but you were selfishly starting to regret that decision as everything you were doing did nothing to help.

it seemed like everything did nothing but increase the pressure in your head, spreading to your face. in a last ditch effort to get some sleep you put on some migraine music, pressed a cold compress to your eyes and pulled wolfchan to your chest.

the soft plushie smelled faintly of chan’s cologne, the only thing actually helping you relax. but it also made you miss the aussie man, wishing he was by your side, rubbing your temples, softly lulling you to sleep.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a warm tear drip down to your neck. you knew you had to calm down or you risk making everything worse but you couldn’t. you were overwhelmed by the pressure in your head and frustrated with nothing helping to release it.

you felt selfish and guilty but you knew you needed chan, you felt like you were going insane without him. hesitantly you moved the compress from your eyes, grabbing your phone.

despite the brightness being on the lowest possible setting, you felt a sharp pain behind your eye as the screen turned on. you unlocked your phone, clicking chan’s contact, you quickly typed out a message.

to channie <3 :

hi, i’m so sorry to ask but i really don’t know what else to do, i have a migraine and nothing's helping. i know you're working but is there anyway when you finish up at the studio you could come over? even for a little bit, if not i totally get it, just thought i’d ask, love you bug.

you hit send, locking your phone, placing it on the soft sheets, placing the compress back over your eyes. a few minutes passed before you felt your phone buzz beside you. you move the cold compress once more, bracing yourself for the light from your phone.

from channie <3:

can you call me jagi? i don’t want you to keep looking at your phone screen, love you too sweet girl.

you click his contact once more, hitting the little phone icon next to his name causing the calming music to stop, a loud ringing replacing it. this caused you to wince and quickly lower the volume before putting it on speaker so you could place the cooling pack back over your eyes.

it didn’t take long before he picked up. “hi my baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“my head hurts,” you started, words slightly slurred. “it’s really bad channie.” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “i’ve tried everything and nothing’s working, i don’t know what to do.” you softly cried, tears making their way down your cheeks once more.

“okay angel okay, take a deep breath, i need you to relax for me okay? i know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt worse if you’re upset.” you hear rustling in the background.

“i’m just finishing up a few things here and then i’m gonna head over, okay sweetheart?” you respond with a soft whimper, followed by a quiet, “okay.” you press the pack further into your eyes, chasing the coolness that is quickly leaving the gel filled pack.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you till i get there?” he asks softly, packing his bag.

“yes, please.” you mumbled. “okay baby, just keep breathing and focus on me, okay? i’m gonna pick up some food on the way too, okay?” you hummed in response, rolling over, pushing the soft plushie to your cheek, breathing in the familiar scent.

“everything okay?” you hear changbin ask in the background. “yeah, y/n has a migraine, so i’m going to help her.” chan responds.

“oh no, i hope she feels better, let us know if you guys need anything.” you hear han chime in, your heart swelling at the boys concern.

“will do, thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” you hear him open the studio door making his way into the hallway.

“you still with me, jagi?” he asks softly. “yeah, i’m here.” face squished into the soft fabric. “alright sweetheart, i’m gonna mute for a bit just until i get to my car, okay?” he asks, the elevator dings in the background, signaling its arrival.

“okay.” you say sleepily. “i love you baby, i’ll be right back.” you hear him press a button in the elevator. “love you too bub.” your words slurring slightly.

after chan muted, you felt yourself slowly succumb to the exhaustion, phone positioned next to you on the sheets, wolfchan tucked safely against your cheek, you, curled up in a soft blanket .

that is exactly how chan found you about 25 minutes later as he walked in your room, the space dimly lit by the oil diffuser sitting on your bedside table. he left the take-out bags sitting on your kitchen counter, fresh compress and cold water in hand. he gently places the water on your desk, making his way over to you.

he grabs your phone, ending the call before turning off the relaxing music. he sits next to your sleeping form, gently taking the warm pack off your face. he places a kiss on your forehead before placing the fresh compress on your eyes.

you tense for a moment, before relaxing as the cold begins to relieve the tension once more. you stir awake from the sudden change in temperature. “channie?” you asked, sleep laced in your voice.

he places a hand on your hips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to the area. “hi, my baby,” he whispers. “how are you feeling hm?” he asks, continuing the soothing motion. you move the cool pack, grabbing his free hand, in this lap, threading your fingers together before placing a kiss on the back of his.

“better now that you��re here.” you murmured, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i got you some ramen, i’m gonna go grab it for you okay?” you nodded, him standing, still keeping your hand in his. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before placing the compress back over your eyes, grabbing the warm one to put back in the freezer .

he gives your hand a light squeeze before walking away. you relax into the soft mattress below you while chan goes to grab the hot soup and some medicine just in case.

he walks in with the tray, setting it on your desk next to the cold water collecting condensation on the wood below it. he makes his way over to you, sitting next to you once again, gently lifting the pack off your eyes. “there she is,” he placed a hand on your cheek, setting the compress next to you.

“hi baby.” he smiled, softly stroking your cheek. you give him a small smile back before turning your head slightly to place a kiss to his palm. “can you sit up for me please?” you nod softly before slowly moving to lean against the wall behind you.

“careful jagi.” he whispered, quickly placing a hand behind your head. “thank you, bug.” you mumble, adjusting the pillows behind you, placing wolfchan in your lap . chan stands up once more, placing the water on the tray before bringing it over to you.

“thank you, chan, you really didn’t have to do all this.” you say, guilt creeping up on you once again. he shakes his head. “nope, none of that. i’m your boyfriend, this is my job.” he places the tray on your lap, taking his place next to you once again.

“plus, i love taking care of you. if you need me, i’m there. any time, any place, simple as that.” your heart swells, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat. “you can’t say stuff like that when i’m like this, i’ll cry.” you play with the plushie’s ears before feeling a finger lift your chin.

“i love you, and i’ll always be here for you, no matter where either of us are, okay?” he said, looking into your eyes, with nothing but love and sincerity. you nod, “i love you too.” he smilled, carefully leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“now, you need to eat, i got your favorite.” he says, picking up the hot soup, opening the lid, before separating the chopsticks. he dips the wooden sticks in the soup, giving it a stir before grabbing some of the noodles.

he gently blows on the steaming noodles before offering it to you, container under it to catch any dripping soup. you giggle, “you know i can feed myself right?” he frowns, pushing the noodles and container closer to you. “eat.”

you smile before opening your mouth, accepting the food he so generously offered you. a smile made it’s way onto his face, feeding you a few more bites. he placed the container back down, chopsticks resting in the soup, before grabbing the medicine and water.

“take these.” he placed them in your hand, opening the water as you dropped the pills in your mouth. he hands you the water, watching as you greedly gulp down the cool beverage. “ how are you feeling, angel?” he asks gently.

“it still hurts but i think eating and drinking definitely helped.” you smiled, handing him the bottle. “ good, i’m glad. eat a few more bites then we’ll lay down, okay?” he says, picking up the soup once more.

you end up finishing the ramen before he grabs the tray and the now warm compress. “do you want a cold one?” he asks holding up the pack.

“yes please.” you nod slightly. “okay, get comfy, i’ll be right back jagi.” you smile laying back down as he leaves the room.

he comes back, shortly after, with a fresh compress and another bottle of water. he places the water next to your diffuser, placing the compress over your eyes. he circles the bed, climbing under the covers.

he lays down, pulling you into him, placing your head on his chest. you place your arm around his wait, hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing your thumb across his soft skin.

he brings his hand up, rubbing soft circles on your temples, placing kiss on the top of your head. “sleep jagi, we can shower when you wake up okay?’ you nod slightly against him.

“thank you, channie. i love you, more than you know.” you mumble, tightening your arms around him. “i love you too baby, i’ll always take care of you, okay?” placing one last kiss to your hair.

that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. the pressure in your head, slowly releasing, finally able to relax.

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the last few episodes of persephone moping around have felt like less of a self-reflective moment for her to grow and change and more rachel griping about criticism and surrounding herself with yes men

this isn't gonna be in any way a formal essay like my usual sort, more of a slam post honestly, so fair warning that i'm gonna be a little salty here

EPISODE 263 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

but seriously, it's been a pity party of greek proportions because this constant "woe is me" shit with persephone that's constantly met with "no queeen you're amazing and perfect" has been going on for DAYS (real time and comic time)

literally every episode since the comic returned has had some segment of either persephone or hades (or both) being upsetti spaghetti over their current situation because oh nooo persephone made the deal with erebus and had to sacrifice something. even though they both knew that was gonna happen and yet she did it anyways. so she just continues to lock herself away in her mansion and spout adorkable quips while her husband, mother, and colleagues deal with the mess she caused.

and of course there's the constant inclusion of apollo spitting straight facts about persephone being a terrible queen and person, but of course because it's apollo saying it, it's not meant to be taken as gospel, essentially clapping back at the words of the critics who call out persephone for being a shitty and toxic protagonist by putting those words into the mouth of a literal rapist.

and yeah episode 263 had a lot of the same shit, to the point that you could literally swap out the names of the characters and the words they were speaking and it applies exactly to rachel and the corner she put herself in u.u it's been a thing for a while now that apollo has just felt like a mouthpiece for LO criticism but as mentioned by users within the subreddit during the discussion of this newest episode, it's never felt more apparent than now.

so yeah enjoy this satirical text edit of a sequence from the newest FP episode, which I honestly can't tell is meant to satirize the critical community or Rachel's reactions to the critical community because the weird reality this comic and its community exist in has just become that wack that it's hard to believe it's not directly from The Onion sometimes LMAO

-and as much as i find myself empathizing with the pressure that rachel is surely under right now - no one should have to be subject to the screeching howls of the peanut gallery - i can't help but be reminded of the memes and tweets she's put out that basically outright say "persephone is supposed to be celebrated for being a shitty person, if you can't handle her at her worst you don't deserve her at her best 💅"-

-and how often she's ruined her own day looking for critical groups or people with the "wrong opinions" that were minding their own business, or how much she's stifled her own community's attempts to discuss the story openly by having her mods ban anyone with even so much as a question regarding persephone's integrity.

so yeah, as much as i can empathize with her from one creator to another that being under this amount of pressure and scrutiny must be immensely frustrating and exhausting, beyond that one similarity i just can't empathize or relate to this mindset of almost learned helplessness that's taken a firm grip over her writing. this is the story she wants to tell and by all means no one is entitled to make her stop, but if she's gonna keep using her greek myth "retelling" comic that's trying to be "feminist" as a mouthpiece for her own griping over criticisms that are largely on-point and justified - to the point of putting the words of her critics into the mouth of her token villain like she's playing some single player barbie doll "act out that fight that sounded cooler in your head" game - then she's gonna keep getting called out, full stop. i figured she didn't have any nose left to rip off in spite of her face but apparently not.

look, i get it, there are some opinions and behaviors within the critical community that even i'm not on board with. there are people who absolutely take shit too far on both sides of the fandom, and i think both sides need to do more to hold themselves accountable for how they interact with each other, the comic, and rachel herself. i make it a point to keep my shit in my own house, i'm not entitled to rachel's attention and frankly it's the last thing i want because i have a lot of fun here and i don't want that to be potentially ruined or dampened! but if you come into my house and complain about the decorating, then i legitimately don't know what to tell you. i used to love LO and i'm so sad for my past self knowing fully well they're not gonna be able to wholeheartedly enjoy this comic forever due to how manipulative and shitty the storytelling has become. a story that i once connected to as an AFAB who was a victim of assault and abuse and generational trauma.

if persephone being the true main villain in her own story was ever meant to be the point of Lore Olympus, then it's taken way, way too long to get to that point, and rachel herself definitely doesn't seem to be of the mindset that that's what she's become with all of her blasé meme'ing on a plot arc that she's still expecting us to take seriously. persephone was never a very complex character to begin with - being an easy self-insert for the audience and rachel to project themselves onto and relate to - but at least in the beginning she felt like she had so much legitimate potential, she was naive but put her best foot forward and clearly wanted to make a life for herself, made by herself.

now she's just mean. jaded and mean. dependent on the constant validation of others to the point of being manipulative. an absolute shell of a person who can only grow a spine when she's punching down on people weaker than her, completely incapable of standing up to the people who are a legitimate threat to her. it's not empowering, it's not subversive, it's just another pick me story about women pitting themselves against other women and never taking accountability for their own behavior, mistakes, and deliberate actions meant to hurt others, often teetering on the line of straight up narcissism all for the sake of a "boss babe" moment.

anyways, if you want an actual well-written and GOOD scene of an empathetic female protagonist struggling to find their footing in adulthood being called the fuck out for their learned helplessness behavior, go read Tamberlane, it tackles this topic much better through its main character who keeps using her brokenness as an excuse to never do better, it slaps and it's so real.

#the only thing i could possibly enjoy from these episodes is minthe coming forward #and leuce #and tori #other than that they're just a bunch of nothing #no plot #no yeehaw #just boohoo #and not even in the good way where you know the 'boohoo' is gonna lead to some good yeehaw #the shitty and toxic way where the 'boohoo' is a personality trait that everyone else has to bend themselves around #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #Instagram

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EVERYONE ADORES YOU (AT LEAST I DO) - remus lupin

PAIRING remus lupin x gn!reader

SUMMARY your change of attitude concerned remus, way more than he thought it would.

a/n: jus a lil something for @loving-and-dreaming ! i related to their blog a bit too much lmao so i wrote something quick and short. also an excuse to finally write something for remus!!

The first thing Remus noticed were your eyes. how it looked all dulled up and looked down most of the time, as if it was searching for something to lay its gaze upon without offending anyone. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your uniform or the wooden wand you owned before going back to your lap, where it rested.

He wasn't used to your silence as well; he expected your usual cheery tone despite having to wake up at the crack of dawn (as much as he hated anything too energetic in the morning, your presence never seemed to bother him—Godric, it might've even helped Remus live through the dreadful hours.) but you remained still, cooped up in one corner by yourself when everyone's together in groups, as if someone casted an 'immobulus' on you. If it weren't for your occasional head turn and answering whenever a teacher calls for you, he would've brought out his wand in a heartbeat.

Remus doesn't think both of you are friends; at least he thinks so. You were friendly with everyone, even with the foul Snivellus, who always rudely pushed you away (he swore if he saw you getting pushed by him again, he'd make him eat slugs for the whole school year), but not even Snivellus can put you down; you've proven this many times.

But today, even the greasy mole rat seemed concerned with the lack of 'annoyance', as Severus verbally described it, from you. The only relationship he could probably describe between you two was that of acquaintance. He doesn't feel intimidated or pressured to ask you for something, and neither did you towards him. This caused a few more encounters between the two of you, with Remus seeing much more of what your sweet heart could offer.

There were times you'd unconsciously help him through his werewolf problem. Your face was the first thing he usually saw after getting treated by Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing. It wasn't hard to think of a lie because of how quickly you believed him.

("You don't have to explain anything to me, lovely. What matters is that you're hurt—well, not so much with the help of Madame Pomfrey." You gave him a kind smile, such an expression that made him, for the first time, feel guilty for lying. In his head, if he ever told you about his problem or even caught him in the act, you wouldn't see him any differently.

And your nicknames—such loving nicknames he wasn't used to—Remus would be lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortable at first, but he didn't blame you in the slightest. It was only a matter of time before he became desensitized to the names you'd given, unconsciously looking forward to them whenever you used his last name, Lupin, instead. It only happened once, though, and Remus made it clear to you that he became fond of them.

He held a piece of paper with a familiar name written on it. Hogwarts' current potion Professor usually assigns students during on-hand activities, and today, you were partnered with him. Remus greets you, "Hello, fancy seeing you here," making you chuckle, "nice to see you too, Lupin." It caught him off guard a bit, his mind immediately racking for any sort of mistake he must've made to be called just 'Lupin'. 

"No nicknames today?" His mouth moved on its own as he poured ingredients right after them. It was your turn to get caught off guard, freezing in your spot as you stared at him. He suddenly felt the need to explain himself after your silence. "Did I do something wrong? I was starting to get used to 'lovely," he said. On the back of his head, a voice begged for Remus to put his head inside the boiling cauldron to show how shameless he was.

You smiled at him and said, "It slips sometimes. Plus, I just wanted to try and say it because I'd never learned your name until I read my paper. My apologies, lovely.")

You were one of the rare people inside Hogwarts that Remus could tolerate without having to get to know you deeply, unlike Sirius or James, who had to do more than just approach him to finally have a decent conversation with him. You were naturally approachable, as were probably many others, hence the quick relationship you both created.

But today, you haven't even spared him a glance. It was weird, even for Remus, who's probably the perfect definition of the word, to see someone like yourself suddenly change overnight. It was obvious it wasn't just him that noticed; Sirius had to ask him if he knew anything about it, and it slightly pained him to say no. Remus wanted to know why and comfort you in any way he was capable of doing so. His eyes followed your every move (which wasn't really hard with how little you moved around than you normally do) but saw nothing that gave even the smallest clue as to what happened to you.

He tried to approach you himself; it wasn't the first time he'd done it, so seeing the way you purposely avoided him by walking towards the staircase to your dormitory hurt him. He wouldn't be able to follow after you even if he wanted, watching as you whispered the password to your common room. Even the painting that guarded the tower noticed your change of tone.

"That's it. I'm going to look for them," Remus declared to his friends, glaring towards the blank parchment paper that was supposed to contain the homework he needed to pass tomorrow. He placed his things under his bed, grabbing his coat before departing from his dorm.

He could hear several footsteps behind him, yelling his name. "Moony! Wait up! Where are you going?! Remus!" James managed to grab a hold of his shoulder; his strength was enough to make him pause on his steps. Remus gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening with how frustrated he felt. The bespectacled boy could only sigh, reading his friend like a book.

"You don't have to look for (Y/n), Moony." The mere mention of your name reminded him of what you looked like in the morning during class, making him even more eager to leave. "They're probably just having problems, you know, like any other person?"

"That's the thing, prongs. I want to help them. It's unusual, the way they're acting. I can't just stand by when I know for sure something or someone's bothering (Y/n)." The boys can see how much you meant to Remus; he didn't even notice how desperate he sounded and felt. "I won't do anything that'll get us hurt."

"Ah, yes, just like the many times you told us." It was Sirius who replied, a knowing smirk on his face. "The last time you told us that, we had to carry you to the hospital wing."

"Please, just—I have to find them. You can always look for me on the map."

The frustration etched on their friend's face was enough for them to pity him. James glanced at Sirius, who only shrugged.

Remus felt the other's hand leave his shoulder. "Promise us you'll fix it and not get hurt." James smiled at the boy, giving him the folded marauders' map. You won't be able to find them without it; you'll be looking forever," Sirius added before leaving to go back to their room. The two laughed at their friend, shaking their heads. He clenched the map in his hands, going unnoticed by James, who simply patted Remus' back.

"Say hi to (Y/n) for us," he said as he followed the long-haired boy, leaving him in the common room.

Remus wasted no time leaving, opening the map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he mumbled under his breath, tapping the paper. It revealed a bunch of unfamiliar and familiar names to Remus, but his attention was solely on looking for your name, scanning every nook and cranny of the school. You weren't inside your dorm or the astronomy tower, where most students go to hang out at night. He checked any of the professors' offices and the classrooms, but to no avail. It was like you were a ghost, but not even ghosts inside Hogwarts were spared from their map.

It was only then that he began his search outside the school premises when he finally found you. Remus saw your name and footsteps by the whopping willow, overlapped and still. He guessed you were sitting or standing near it. Seeing you outside at night, by the sacred tree of all places, was the last thing he thought you'd be. Remus didn't think twice about following you, not caring about the thought of Filch catching him.

Once Remus saw your robe flying with the harsh winds the tree kept producing, he slowly walked from behind you as your eyes remained high up on the branches.

"(Y/n)?" His voice startled you, turning your head to face him. Remus could tell you probably thought you were some prefect or filch, seeing the way your hands trembled. The hill you were both on was dark, barely illuminating each other's faces, but it was enough for the boy to see how confused you are.

"Lupin, what are you doing here?"

Remus decided to ignore the hurt he felt in his chest, knowing you were his top priority right now. "I wanted to know what was wrong," he confessed, walking further towards where you stood. Remus could see the way you avoided eye contact once again, looking down on your dirtied shoes with an expression he couldn't see or decipher. He took your silence as an excuse to continue.

"I know we barely know each other; if it weren't for your cheery personality, we'd only know each other as Lupin and (l/n), but we aren't. You easily slid into my life way before I realized it, and the fact that I managed to find you tonight proves that—"

He was cut off by your quiet sniffing. His eyes trailed the same hands that tended to his wounds that Madame Pomfrey had treated in the past as they rubbed the tears on your face. Remus had little to no experience comforting himself, let alone other people. but the instinct to pull you close with his arms took over him. You gasped at his actions, but you accepted his attempt at a hug, burying your face in his chest.

It took a bit of time before you finally calmed down, sitting on the ground next to Remus, who was just as dazed as you were. The whomping willow continues to make small tornadoes, with the occasional leaves and branches hitting your bodies. Remus' eyes trailed from the sky to you, watching as the robe you wore protected you from the winter of the night. He didn't expect you to talk, but you did.

"I'm sorry for being weird today." Your voice has gone hoarse as a result of your loud sobbing. It was Remus turn to listen quietly, his eyes expectantly staring at you as he waited for you to continue.

"I had a bit of a wake-up call yesterday. I've been told the way I acted was too much; it got too overbearing to handle. The last thing I wanted to be was a burden to everyone."

"But you're not," Remus responds with absolute urgency. "Whatever wake-up call it was, they're wrong."

Your glossy eyes remained on the boy, who reassuringly stared back, a small smile on his face. "If I'm being honest, your presence lessened some of my burdens—the awful mornings, my time in the hospital wing—just everything you're involved in, it gets better." He didn't know what came over him to suddenly hold your hand, giving it a squeeze to relieve your mind of whatever negative things this 'wake-up call' had given you.

"You're wonderful, (Y/n). I promise you."

 

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Anon again! May I please get Zoro, Sanji, and Law walking in on their fem!S/O masturbating?(She tries to cover up but sje wasnt fast enough)

A/N: 🫣 Okay I gotchu tho thank u for requesting! Enjoy! Sorry for the late response I’m trynna be as a fast as I can w all requests lmao

The One Piece Men Catch You Playing with Yourself (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Use of Toys (im Like 75% sure vibrators wasn’t a thing back in their time but let’s pretend for the sake of this HC it is…..so yeah), It’s no detailed mention of sex, but it’s heavily implied….I may do a part two

Ft. Zoro, Sanji, & Law

Zoro

Zoro hates sex toys. He thinks they’re numbing and annoying and if anything he should be the only toy you should play with for your needs.

He also hates that you own a vibrator and once you both got in the more sexual side of your relationship he didn’t want you to own it anymore

“I can make you cum better than that stupid ass thing.”

It was almost like he was jealous of it and you just didn’t understand WHY he ain’t like it.

But you seen how annoyed it made him so you did stop. However just because you stopped using your toys didn’t mean Zoro gave you more attention.

There was a few times you were tempted simply because it has been almost a month since you last had sex and you’re getting irritable especially after the last few fights you’ve all encountered the past few weeks

Today Zoro went to go handle some business with Brook, Luffy and Sanji so you and the remnant of the ship kind of went to do your own thing after hanging out for lunch.

You were alone in your shared room with Zoro to clean up a bit when you found the little play thing under your piles of underwear. It was clean and still had plenty of juice since last used months ago.

You felt a hint of nostalgia holding the little cute vibrator remembering how fast it would make you cum and the pressure was always set to high like how you like it

You peaked out your room, it was quieter, nothing but the small chatter of Usopp, Nami, and Robin while Chopper was occupied in his room studying

You were all alone.

“Z-zoro…”

You took a risk doing this in the bright day of a beautiful afternoon. You took off your panties and pants, your legs was spread probably way wider than they should be and you were laying on Zoro’s side of the bed. It was a bit easier at night so you had the vibrator under a few pillow to reduce the volume.

Never failing, the vibrator did what it did best and you were so so close to reaching that orgasm you’ve been in need for for the past few weeks, your eyes was shut, granted you did wish it was Zoro making you feel this good and not some stupid toy, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

“Oi, Y/N you in—-“

It was almost like time stopped. How did you not hear Luffy hollering out the door? How did you not hear Zoro’s voice call out your name? Why didn’t you lock the door?

So many questions that your pretty little head couldn’t answer in time because you were too busy shutting off the toy.

It was almost as if Zoro was amused. He shut and locked the door behind him, doing what you should have done before pleasuring yourself and he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He didn’t even look at you he kept his eyes on how tightly you were hugging a pillow with your legs.

“I thought you said you threw that stupid ass thing away?”

His voice was deadpanned. His eyes were dark, he clicked his tongue before getting up hearing no answer from you, but you reached out to grab his arm.

“Wait Zo, don’t leave!”

“Who said I was leaving?”

He pulled off his black tank top with one hand and began to undo his belt. You’d be lying if you said how he was aggressively taking off his clothes in silence didnt make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Matter of fact…I want to spend the rest of the day with you, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

Zoro did a dark chuckle dropping his boxers to the floor, he was still soft but big none the less, you swallowed the small lump in your throat, but was interrupted when his fingers wrapped around it instead. He threw the pillow to the ground climbing over your half naked body heavily breathing on your mouth.

“Because I want to remind you my cock is better than that stupid ass toy. Now bend over for me.”

Law

He doesn’t necessarily care.

He is aware that you can be needy but he is usually busy or not in the mood sometimes when you are and you respected that

He has seen you masturbate before but today he felt flustered

Of course he is a blushing mess seeing your legs spread wide on HIS bed wearing HIS shirt

You looked too good whimpering his name with such need

He didn’t want to stop you, as a matter of fact he wanted to enjoy the show but he needed to get something from his room he left prior

So he thought for a moment, “should he knock or should he burst in”?

You have been quite a nuisance lately, but you did use your free time to do this

Hmmmm so many possibilities

But Law is a damn menace just like you so he room’ed himself inside

“L-law!” You cried throwing your blanket over your half naked body, you felt the blood rush to your face seeing you in your most venerable in front of him.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before…why are you so shy now?”

“Get outttt! I was almost finished!”

He chuckled to himself and placed his sword down by the door. He thought you looked so cute hiding yourself from him as if he wasn’t going to just snatch those covers off.

And he did.

“So that’s where my black shirt went.”

“Law get outtt stop ittt!” You tried your best to use his thin shirt to cover your lady parts but your thick body never properly fitted his clothes anyways leaving your helpless.

Law climbed beside you on the bed and sighed heavily rubbing your embarrassingly wet inner thigh.

“Shit..you were so close of cumming too, huh. You’re always so damn needy Y/N…fuck.”

You found out early in your relationship Law really likes to watch you play with yourself which is another reason why you didn’t stop once you both got together, but he never done it with you. But seeing the glint in his eyes with lust and the tent in his pants as he was licking his lips you wanted to finally take advantage of the situation.

“Law…” you mewled palming his covered cock, “Why don’t you do it with me then…I mean since you’re already here..”

“I…” Law had difficult time tearing his eyes away from between your legs, your pussy was just so tantalizing he nearly had a shiver up his spine thinking about your moaning out his name in HIS shirt rubbing your clit thinking about him, leaving your event all over his bed. “I can’t Y/N I have to fini—“

You stopped his excuses by sucking his bottom lip and licking his mouth, kissing him to the point his own hat falls off and smiling back at his now flustered face.

“You’re such a fucking tease..” He mumbled grabbing your free breast and rolling his finger and thumb on your nipple making your bite your lip as you now straddle him.

“Just a quickie…pleaseee…” You kissed his ear rubbing your clit on his bulge leaving a small wet spot. “Oops…I made a little mess on your pants…sorry, Captain.”

It didn’t take much after that for the tatted pirate to lower his pants and have you lay back down in front of him and start the show.

Sanji

Horny ass has been waiting his whole life for this to happen lmao

The moment he found out women can masturbate he been wanting to see it so badly, and you have been the one to grace him.

Sure you both have had sex but he wanted to see you at your most vulnerable and helpless.

It was a rainy day on the Sunny and everybody was either inside their rooms or exploring inside the ship for the day. And you spent your day cleaning your room

While finishing up you actually found a very old adult magazine you owned, but thought you lost it and haven’t seen it since

Yeah you were a little pervert like Sanji too that’s why you both are together

You looked through the magazine almost laughing to yourself at all the old material you used to pleasure yourself and seen a short doujin in the back of it and you don’t remember reading that so you did. It was a story on a guy peeping in on the girl he likes taking a shower. The story was pretty straight to the point and it reminded you of Sanji actually.

You thought if he has ever done that to you now that your both are together. I mean he was a pervert. But then you thought again….would it be that bad if he did?

NO! No! It is bad! You shouldn’t watch people as they are bathing! Even if it’s your boyfriend! Everybody deserves privacy.

But thinking about Sanji panting watching you clean your supple body through the bathroom door fucking his fist to you was something you caught yourself biting you lip to the thought.

And that’s how you were here:

Laid on your bed plunging your tiny fingers into your needy cunt thinking about Sanji. Imagining your blonde boyfriend cook was finger fucking you instead of yourself.

“Y/N, my love! Can you come—“

You felt your heart sink to your stomach. Really? They say speak of the devil and he shall appear but who would of thought that applied to thinking too.

You were under a blanket but it hardly covered your entire lower body. Your panties were dangling from your ankles and if you had any color on your face it was no longer there. You and Sanji made brief eye contact before you covered your face under the thin fabric.

Sanji was Frozen, his cigarette fell in awe, he didn’t think he’d be able to see such a sight. Granted he couldn’t see the best part, but he wasn’t stupid he knew what you were doing. He pulled down his tie and locked the door behind him, whatever he came in your room for was now irrelevant seeing this new treasure in front of him.

As much as he wanted to really relish in the moment he felt kind of bad. He seen the horror and embarrassment in your eyes and even though he has seen you naked and he always wanted to see you like this it wasn’t as he expected seeing how you’re now blabbering apologizes and cries under the blanket.

“Y-Y/N…! It’s okay! Don’t be scared I’m not—um—..I should have knocked.”

You didn’t say anything, you felt the weight on the bed shift beside you and his hand rested on your exposed thigh.

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed…I do that a lot too…when you’re busy….”

His voice sounded so soft and sincere you began to lower yourself from the blanket and look at him with glossy eyes. Sanji’s lips curled into a warm smile,

“If it makes you feel any better you looked so sexy like that…”

“Sanji!” You groaned back into the blanket, but he chuckled.

“Can I make it up to you?”

“How.”

“By letting you finish on my fingers….it has been a while since we….ya know…”

You looked up at him only showing your squinting eyes at his offer, he smiled and began to take off his clothing leaving himself only in his boxers. He took your hand crawling back on the bed noting the remnant of your arousal still on your fingers and sucked them in front of you.

“Damn I missed your taste…common let me see…”

He was so gentle with his words, tossing away the blanket to show your squirming body. He licked his lips at the mess your made between your legs.

“How about I use my tongue instead…just how you like? Hm?…wanna make you feel good.”

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[mitraoki]

Um I’m not sure how many characters you take but can you please do jealousy HCs for Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo? Thank you Mun ☺️

when they're jealous. (jjk x gn! reader)

note; hi hi anon!!!! thank you so much for requesting!!❤️❤️sorry i didn't specify how many characters you can request for, but it's all good!!! already updated the rules for better reference. for now i'll only work on three, and when i'm more confident i'll begin writing for toji <3 hope you understand!!🥺 have a good day/night🥰

yes requests are open! thank you all for the love and support so far!!!

cw; slightly suggestive! sukuna being sukuna

masterlist.

nanami kento

+ nanami trusts you a lot actually; if he's going to be in a long-term relationship with you, he needs to be able to trust your judgements and decision-making in any trivial or personal matters. i feel like he desires to be able to have open and honest communications with you. it's not because he's extremely insecure either; he tends to be blunt with his actions as we already know. 

+ he's the ultimate silent jealous type. his fingers rap against the table quickly. his eye twitches a little. he straightens his posture. he doesn't want to go in guns blazing because you haven't showed any signs of discomfort yet. he keeps yelling at himself to trust you but OH MY GOD he CANNOT STAND the fact that someone else is standing inches away from you. you seemed to be leaning further back, and that was his last straw.

+ a familiar hand settles around your waist. you hadn't realized that your shoulders tensed up for so long until you felt your boyfriend's half embrace around you. the slight panic slowly dispersed when you  when you whiffed the addictive scent coming from the figure next to you. nanami grazed his lips lightly against your ear as he asked, 'want me to show you around? just you and me, of course.

+ now the situation has different ways to end up in - either the person he subtly glared at understands the context and backs up before they get questioned, or this person tries to gain your attention once again, which might result in his blood boiling further.

+ he's more than willing to vouch for you if you feel a little insecure at that moment. probably something along the lines of, 'i think we're done here.' i can also see a scenario where he makes sure you're away from the person, and then he puts them in their place. 'i'm letting you off this time. but do anything to my partner and this would not be the last time we'd meet.'

+ but say if you tell the person to back off, his heart is doing loop de loops. he is on the floor. on his knees. melting into a marshmallow as we speak. he's so in love with you.

+ 'were you jealous, 'nami?' 'oh i just happened to catch them messing with you.' try as much as you can and he will never admit it <3

gojo satoru

+ where do i even begin with this man.

+ being with gojo already means dealing with his fame frequently, and having him as your boyfriend is - you can say - pretty challenging. though he ensures you don't have to feel the pressure he undergoes too. he wants you to understand that he did end up being with you for so many reasons. 

+ you feel like home to him. sure he's been around, trying to find someone he could date, but to have ended up with you made him feel content. when he's around you, he does not have to put up any kind of facade to make you happy. he doesn't have to use his abilities in front of you, he doesn't feel like he's being used as a weapon either. 'only you've seen the weakest parts of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer,' he has claimed once. having all of that said, this man does NOT shut up about you. he talks about you to anyone he can find. his students 100% have heard so many stories about you already, trust me.

+ gojo is. the cocky (?) kind of jealous. THIS man would go in guns blazing, either bluntly or indirectly, no in between. he executes it perfectly too; so that you wouldn't be annoyed LMAO

+ LITERALLY anyone can make him feel like his guts are churning. when you're cuddling animals and he's praying he could be cuddled the same way too (he loves being small spoon). kids huddle around you and he wishes he could be a kid all over again. his mouth is foaming with envy. gojo is feral. the first time you've seen him spring into action was when this person cannot leave you alone for a goddamn second. they kept trying to grab your hand, which you couldn't tolerate.

+ without any warning, gojo just swoops in between you two, kissing you long and hard. 'ravishing as ever, my love,' he chuckled, pulling away. 'is that my favorite flavor?' he asked, pressing his lips together.

+ 'mm. it is. now, where were we...?' he whips his head to face the person bothering you earlier. he MAKES SURE he has his arms around you before saying, 'should i introduce you to my partner? oh. hate to break it to ya, but they're taken. try again, buddy.'

+ enjoys it if you ever did the same with anyone who's trying to hit on him too. would definitely make out with you after (/▽＼)

ryomen sukuna

+ extremely, aggressively, would kill someone for you type of jealous. sukuna is not afraid to admit that to you, or anyone around him. he finds it fun too - having you all to himself and no one else.  the possessiveness and power he holds is undefeatable. yuuji just wonders how did he manage to get you at this point -

+ this type of behavior probably originates from the time where he had a lover, but they were taken away from him too soon. fearing for the worst, he's gonna do everything he can to keep you safe. i feel like despite you reassuring him nothing of that sort would happen, he will continue to do what he knows is right - protecting you. he loves aggressively. that's how he has always seen it. in his dreams he's sitting on his throne, cradling you, keeping you close to his chest. a solemn oath to not let anyone take him away from you.

+ before he had learnt (from you) to trust you more, there was a time where he realized how annoyingly close a sorcerer was to you. surely you didn't plan on cheating on him with someone like that, right? 

+ with the rage fueling up within him, he was practically teleporting to where the two of you were standing. seconds before he was about to rip the person's head away from their body, you screamed, grabbing his hand. 'what do you think you're doing?!!'

+ 'what? i'm not gonna let some whiny punk take you. you really think i'm not up to your standards?' he looked over to the person in his clutches. 'you have some nerve, thinking you're better than me.' huffing, you exclaimed, 'sukuna. they meant no harm, and i already told them off. before things here get ugly, let them go NOW.' 

+ you think this man felt guilty? no. dropping the person on the ground, he walked up to you. 'they tried to reel you in, didn't they? you really think i'm gonna shut up about that?! what happened to-,'

+ 'god, LISTEN! yes they were. what do you think i told them, sukuna?' your hands landed on his chest, pushing him away. 'oh,' he first said, followed by a longer 'ohhhh'. smirking, he inched closer to you. you could feel his nails digging through your fabric and you could've sworn they left holes (to which he didn't, he just loved holding you tight). 'told 'em i was yours, huh.'

+ '....don't you dare try and chop heads off just because they were trying to ask me out. i'm not that naive,' you looked away. of course this man knows when to make you feel all giddy when you didn't need to. 'you hear me, ryomen sukuna?'

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[gyumazing]

Ready?

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Genre: Fluff and Smut

Pairings: Jungwon x Female bodied reader

A/N: I was so drained last week at school and I wrote the first part of this ff on my notes as a way to comfort myself. But, somehow, it turned into smut lmao. Anyways, the smut part is written amateurly because idrk how to write smut lol.

MINORS DNI

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You'd had enough of today; everything seemed to be against you, and your life had never felt as miserable as it did today. Upon returning home, all you wanted was to wallow in your room, skip dinner, and call it a rough day. However, your boyfriend had other plans.

"Love?" Worry was etched on your boyfriend's face as he saw your downtrodden expression peeking through your bedroom door. You dragged your backpack behind you and let out a deep sigh as you immediately collapsed onto the bed, groaning as your sore muscles finally began to relax after about 8 hours of tension. You looked up at Jungwon, who was still staring at you intently.

"Sorry, love. I'm so tired," you said with a guilty smile. You could see his worry dissipate into thin air, replaced by sympathy. "Have you eaten yet? How did you get into my room? Does Mom know you're here?" you asked.

"No. Yes, and yes," Jungwon muttered slowly as he made his way towards you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and then flipped you over, positioning himself on top of your back. For a brief moment, a flicker of alarm crossed your eyes, but it quickly subsided when you felt his warm and delicate palms start to massage your back. He kneaded lightly, almost feather-light, but somehow, you could feel it resonating throughout your entire body. You let out a satisfied groan. "Did you think I was about to do something else?" he teased, continuing to massage you.

"For a second, yes." You answered in all honesty.

Jungwon coughed, obviously taken aback by your answer. "Really?" he asked and you nodded. "Okay. So... Tell me about your day," he changed the topic quickly, humming softly.

You sighed, recalling everything that had happened today.

"Well, for starters, our Physics class was so challenging. I barely managed to grasp today's lesson." You paused briefly, groaning in pleasure. You squirmed slightly under Jungwon's touch and motioned for him to stop because you knew he was tired too, but he nodded reassuringly, letting you know he was more than happy to help you relax even a little. You smiled gratefully. "Next, we had three exams earlier, and I barely slept last night. Plus, tomorrow, we have an oral recitation in Chemistry and a practical exam in Biology. For our Social Science activity, I'm the group leader and for Calculus as well. I'm so tired, love." You were doing your best to hold back a whimper, especially as you felt Jungwon's grip tighten further in worry. You knew it wasn't the end of the world, but it certainly felt that way. Being a straight-A student who wasn't naturally gifted and needed time and doubled effort to actually understand concepts and lessons was both pressuring and hard.

"Do you want some ice cream, Love?" Jungwon cooed, slowly turning you over and leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead down to your jaw. He gazed down at you with his feline-like eyes. He rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hands, pulling your hands closer to his face and affectionately placing them next to his cheeks. "I'm sorry. You're still so young, but you hardly get to enjoy your teenage years."

You suddenly felt a lump in your throat; his words struck you like a sharp knife. It was true. You don't even have any friends, and all you ever did was push yourself to meet expectations. You felt the need to achieve something all the time, or else you'd be deemed worthless.

"At least I have you. I have you, so it's bearable," you uttered weakly, cupping his cheeks with the hand that he had placed next to his face. "I seriously don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me, Won." Tears welled up, and you clutched the hem of your royal blue uniform skirt, feeling warm tears trail down your cheeks. Jungwon held your hands again.

At this point, you didn't even know how to continue. You were so tired, so worn out. Every day felt the same, and every day you felt your identity rapidly fading away.

"I love you." Jungwon carefully wiped away your tears and rested his forehead on yours, humming a comforting tune. You could feel his warm breath on your damp cheeks, the sensation making your stomach churn. "I'm always here for you, Love." he whispered, letting your hands go. But then, his voice cracked in a funny way when you accidentally rested your hands on top of his clothed member.

Your sobs were cut shortly, and your eyes immediately widened as you fumbled to get your sinful hands as far as possible.

You looked at an equally wide-eyed Jungwon, laughing like a maniac at his flustered expression. Jungwon's face turn red in embarrassment. You honestly don't know what to feel right now. You are sad, worried, exhausted, embarrassed, and happy all the same time. It's confusing.

"Why does your voice crack still sound so good, love?" You chuckled, pretending that what had just happened didn't just happen. But, Jungwon's face, down to his neck, was still the same shade as a tomato. He looked so... horrified.

"We were already creating a heart-warming environment." Jungwon groaned, burying his face into his palms. You don't know if he's actually talking to you, or scolding himself for breaking the vibe. He looked up at you for a brief moment and the when your eyes met, his cheeks became even redder. "I'm... I'm...." he trailed, lost for words.

"Sorry, love." You apologized, sniffing from the shortlived crying session you just had. Jungwon's left foot was vigorously shaking up and down uncomfortably, and you could see beads of sweet forming on his forehead. You were about to ask him what's wrong but your eyes vision was immediately caught by the tent like bulge on his denim pants. Oh. That's why. "Wonie... What are we going to do with that." You signalled with your eyes to his bulge that was very visible. Jungwon looked down on his pants and then looked at you guiltily.

"I swear to God, Love. This isn't what it looks like. I wasn't... I wasn't fantasizing about you... It's just that..." Jungwon groaned and rolled away to the furthest point in the bed from you. "God. I know that sounded so weird and it feels like I'm some type of creep. But, I swear, Love. I respect you so much and this..." He stopped midway, almost wailing from embarrassment.

You can't help but snort. He's so cute.

"Really, Jungwon?" You scooted closer to him and on cue, Jungwon scooted further, avoiding you like a plague. He raised his palms in the air indicating that you shouldn't go anywhere nearer, but of course, you didn't budge. "Love, we've been dating for 4 years already. I think it's about time th-"

"You're barely 18." Jungwon immediately cuts you off in horror, not even trying to hear what you were about to say. You were about to utter another word but Jungwon was quick to shush you off. "No." Jungwon stood firmly on his ground.

You shrugged.

"Mom and dad's out of town."

"I know. I asked your mom's permission to stay over for the night and I don't want to break their trust, love." He explained with his puppy eyes.

You can't help but smile at your boyfriend's cuteness.

"I will help you with that," you pointed towards his now pillow covered bulge and of course, his cheeks became red again.

"Love," Jungwon's nose was flaring upwards and the gravity of his glares were sending daggers on your side. "Please stop. I'm already trying my very best to hold myself back."

"Who told you to hold back."

Jungwon groaned. His jaws cleched and his eyes became dark, like a puma lurking to catch its prey.

"No."

"Why?" You asked.

Jungwon shook his head.

You looked at him with pleading eyes. He's always there for you and he comforts you all the time. It's about time that you make him feel loved too.

"Do you really want to do this, love?" He asked in all seriousness.

You nodded. Then, you just blinked and you swiftly felt your back hitting the soft mattress, your body bouncing a little. Jungwon encaged you with his body, kissing you passionately. It happened so fast that you gulped both in nervousness and excitement.

His kiss was filled with hunger. You had shared a couple of pecks and whatnot before. But this, this was different. You don't know precisely how, but you know that it's doing something. It's making you feel... things.

"You okay, love?" Jungwon let go of your lips, staring at you worriedly. You nodded mindlessly, trying to process the fact that your boyfriend is actually so attractive like this. Trying to process the fact that, this was actually happening. "If it's too much, pinch me, okay?" Jungwon instructed as he continued to kiss your jaws, leaving faint trails of his marks as he made his way down to your collarbones.

He skillfully took your school uniform off and you didn't even realize that you were only left with your underwear until he stopped kissing you.

"Won?" You had to shake him lightly when he was staring at your face, doing nothing for a few seconds. "Love?" You pinched him lightly.

Jungwon muttered a quick 'huh' and buried his face on his palms again upon having eye contact with you. You heard him breathing deeply, his shoulder falling and faltering.

"Sorry... It's just that... I'm so happy that you trust me this much, love. I can't believe this is actually happening." He explained, voicing out your own train of thoughts. You gave him a reassuring smile. "I don't know. Somehow, this feels like a monumental event in my life... in our lives. I can't believe this is actually happening now." He added.

You nodded, unbuttoning his shirt too. Now, you guys were left with your underwears only.

"I love you so much, Love." He whispered, taking your underwear off slowly.

...

"Wonie..." You can't help but tug on your boyfriend's hair as you felt him mercilessly eating you out like a starved lion. His breath on your thighs and the way he devoured your soaking core made you feel things you haven't felt before.

Jungwon hummed, the lewd sound coming from your own wetness and the lapping of his tounge filling the air. You rake his luscious hair, letting it glide and pass through the spaces between your fingers as you savoured the pleasure he was making you feel. "Ahh." You threw your head back as Jungwon suddenly pushed his tounge inside you without any warning. You were caught off guard. Ultimately, you were lured even further to the state of daze and you involuntarily closed your thighs with his head still in between you.

You heard him groaning.

"Won? Are you okay?" You rose from the bed frantically, and came to his aid with a hint of concern and guilt imbedded in your tone. You held his chin up for his boba-like eyes to meet yours as you tried to convey your apology. He immediately pecked a kiss on your lips, nodding to signal you that he's alright. "It's okay, love." He kissed you again, now deeper and more passionate. He drew teasing circles around your clit and you could feel a smile forming on his lips. He broke the kiss and laughed at your shuddering state.

"Does my fingers feel good, love? Does it feel better than my tongue?" He teased while still stimulating you down there. Now, it was his turn to prop your chin upwards, making you meet his eye as he mercilessly kneaded your clit. He was observing you like a hawk to its prey. You can't help but feel your blood gushing towards your cheeks. "Speechless?" He teased again. You looked at him in disbelief and amusement. Now, instead of giving in to his antics and letting him dominate over you, you grabbed his hand off your clitoris and you flicked his nose lightly.

You can't help but snicker at his dumfounded expression.

His eyes that were originally round and feline-like became even bigger. The trace of your own juice from earlier, sitting on the tip of his nose, made him look more of a cat that he already is. The sight of your boyfriend looking like this is to die for.

"What's so funny?" Jungwon raised his brows, cutting your thoughts off. His boba eyes glistened as he fluttered his long eyelashes slowly, his lips were formed in a thin line. You know he's trying to intimidate you but you just find his expression endearing. So, you bopped his nose again. "You look so cute." You replied, raising your right hand up to reach for his bare chest. Jungwon groaned upon your touch. You looked up his face searching for his eyes, and you saw it softening as he shook head, trying his very best to act displeased with your choice of word.

Jungwon's warm and feather-light fingers sent a feverish feeling all throughout your entire system as it swiftly made it's way grip your bare hips, pinning you in place. You saw his jaws clenching, eyes turning a shade darker. "Won? What ar—" You immediately yelped as you felt him bucking his hips to grind himself onto your core. "Fuck." You moaned rather loudly, considering Jungwon's satisfied reaction. Then, as if you were left hanging midair, he stopped.

"Love..." You mewled, bucking your hips upwards, craving for more friction. You looked at him in the eye searching for explanation but Jungwon held you down firmly as he smirked. "Now who's cute?" He teased, bucking his hips painfully slow. His bulge was stimulating the heck out of you like there's no tomorrow.

"I need you inside me." You begged, almost cringing at the sound of your own voice. "Now..." your breathing was hitched and the ache you felt earlier is now a lot stronger. You placed both of your hands on the back of Jungwon's neck and you pulled him in to a deep kiss. When he rose, Jungwon shook his head.

"Be patient, love. I don't want to hurt you." His eyes were sincere and his voice was mellow. You could feel his love through his gaze alone. "Since this is our first time, I don't wan—"

"I can take you!" You protested but he shook his head again. So, you, being a stubborn and horny partner, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You grabbed him by the wrist and flipped your positions over. Him being at the bottom and you on the top.

"No! That'll hurt, love." Jungwon immediately grabbed you by the hips when you were about to sink below him. He looked mad and concerned all at the same time. You sighed. You don't even know what's he on about. He's hard as a rock and straight as a baseball bat. He clearly needs this as much as you need it. "Behave, princess." In one milisecond, you found yourself laying in bed with your back again. You let out an audible squeak when you felt Jungwon towering on top of you.

"I get that you're excited," Jungwon started. He grabbed something from his bedside table and you squinted your eyes to figure out what it was. A bottle of lube. He unscrew the cap with his teeth and squeezed lube onto his hands. You breathe in deeply as a cool slimy sensation greeted your core. You felt Jungwon lathering you up with lube gently when suddenly, it's as if something's tearing you apart. He inserted his finger inside you. You felt pain like the once you feel when you get a papercut... but, triple that pain up and make it radiate and throb throughout your entire lower body. "It's a little painful, right?" Jungwon kissed your forehead. You nodded and bit your lower lip to stop yourself from wailing in pain. You asked for this.

"It's painful because you're all tensed up. Relax for me, love. Breathe." He hummed comfortingly as he buried his face on your neck. You did as you were told and you only thought of happy thoughts. "Good job. I'll insert another finger, alright?" And he did.

"Oh god." You moaned as you felt him scissoring you open, moving his middle and index finger inside you in an ungodly rhythm. You were fluttering your eyes, barely keeping them open as you felt something forming inside your stomach. It felt like something's about to break. Jungwon kept on pushing his fingers in an out of you until you felt like you were on the edge, only for him to stop. "Love... Why did you stop?" You whined breathlessly, your thighs shaking so badly.

"I thought you want me inside you?" Jungwon smiled, pulling your body to the edge of the bed as he stood there, preparing to pound your sanity out of you.

You looked up at him and saw his size clearly for the first time. You never really paid attention to its size earlier but now that you did, you felt a little concerned. He was longer than you expected him to be.

"That's gonna fit inside of me, right?"

"I hope so."

Just as you were about to protest and declare that you were ready to take him, you heard your phone ring from the bedside table.

Instinctively, the both of you threw your glance at it. "It's your mom. You should answer it." Jungwon who reached out for your phone said, as he gave it to you.

Now you felt your confidence slowly dissipating. You're already an adult and there's clearly nothing wrong with starting your sexual relationship at this age, especially with someone who's well loved by your family... but somehow, you suddenly felt like you were commiting a crime and your mom caught you.

"Hello, eomma?" You cleared your throat, trying to eliminate any signs of strain due to your moans, shrieks, and gasps earlier, afraid that your mom would know all the deeds that you've done right away.

"Where are you?" You moved your phone away from your face when your mom's voice echoed from the other line.

"At home." You gulped, trying your best to muster your words.

"Is Jungwon with you?" She asks.

"Yes." You bit your lower lip and buried your face closer to your phone, refusing to take a glance at Jungwon's side. You could feel hin snickering.

"Hello, eomonim." Jungwon greeted through the phone.

You heard a contented hum from the other line

"Be sure to lock the doors, okay? Your dad and I will be returning home tomorrow morning." Your mom reminded. "And, Jungwon, thank you for accompanying her." she added to which Jungwon replied with a polite 'no problem'.

As you pressed the hang up button, you felt Jungwon's lingering stares.

"Ready?" He smiled, and the rest was history.

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#jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #jungwon smut #jungwon scenarios #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #fanfic #jungwon imagines #boyfriend

[stardustjmk]

Tears For Fears | J.T.K

Summary: in which spending some time with your friends sounds like a fun time, until alchohol gets involved.

Warnings: angst, alcoholic parent, alcohol consumption.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader | Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers | Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: one thing about me is i’m gonna write self indulgent fics. i’m also sure there’s someone else out there who needs this, and even if you may not relate, i hope it brings you some joy and comfort, because who doesn’t love a good, fluffy jake fic? also, i apologize if there are any errors, it’s been so long since i’ve written anything. oh, and this fic has nothing to do with the duo tears for fears i just rocked with the name LMAO

You knew alchohol was bound to be involved. After all, you’d spent almost a decade with the four boys, so their habits weren’t something you we’re oblivious to. Regardless, you accepted, reminding yourself that even when damn near shit-faced, they never acted like your mother. In fact, the last time you’d been around the group while they were drinking, you felt comfortable enough to relax, and even have a drink of your own. It was only a wine cooler, but it was a step farther than you’d normally go, and the fact that you felt comfortable doing it was a big deal to you.

So, going into the little getaway, you figured it would be like that again, but that wasn’t the case. At the time you accepted the offer, you were in a good mood, almost entirely unbothered by the idea of alchohol being present. In fact, having a few drinks of your own sounded nice, but now, as you pad down the stairs and hear the unmistakable popping sound, your heart sinks.

You were all to familiar with it, and when you rounded the corner to then be hit with the smell of whiskey, you swear your stomach flipped, and your head began to spin. You’d taken a deep breath, trying to not let it bother you, but then came the sound of ice clinking as it hits the glass, with the crackling sound of the liquid being poured over it a moment later. For a second, you felt like your younger self again, the dread you felt then coming back to you in this very moment. For your sake and everyone else’s, you decided that a breath of fresh air would do you some good, and made your way to the back door.

You step onto the back porch and pull the door closed behind you, being ever so gentle with it. For whatever reason, if you used even a little bit too much pressure, the door would slam shut, and you remember Karen jokingly scolding you for it the first time you’d been here. The memory brings a small smile to your face, despite the anxiety that manifests in your chest. You suck in a sharp breath, the cool air filling your lungs as you do so. It’s refreshing and grounding, your breath swirling in front of you as you exhale.

You release the door knob and fold your arms in front of yourself as a gust of wind travels through the Michigan night, and your body shudders involuntarily. You scan the porch, and the scenery surrounding it, taking in the nostalgic view. Then, you remember the boys mentioning that they’d put up fairy lights the last time they were here, and sure enough, the string lights lined the roof of the porch. You scanned the floor, searching for where you could plug in the lights, and did just that as you found it.

It lights up the porch, casting a gentle, warm glow over everything. The light only travels a few feet out from the porch, leaving the rest of the yard to only be lit up by the bright moon. You sigh, then walk to the steps that lead to the grass, and take a seat on the top one. The wooden floor of the porch is cold, on your thighs, making you shudder again. It’s quiet, aside from the muffled chatter coming from inside of the cabin. Then, the whole reason you’re sitting here dawns on you again, and inevitably, your mind wanders to an unpleasant place.

Jake is the only one who knows about your past. In depth, at least. He found out years ago, when you both were still teenagers. It was common for you to flea to the Kiszka home to get away from your mom, but usually, you would disguise it as something else. Fortunately, they were always welcoming you with open arms, happy to have you no matter the circumstance. Normally, you’d be able to leave your house before it got bad, until one night where you’d pushed things too far.

You were fed up with your moms habits, and for the first time, tried to stand up for yourself. You simply tried to stop her from getting another drink, doing your best to be calm, but of course she, in her intoxicated state, blew up on you. Normally, you wouldn’t fight. You’d disassociate as she scolded you, telling you that you’re too young to understand, and that you should wait until you’re her age, having to soak up everyone’s bullshit, and then you can ask about how many drinks she’s had.

That time, though, you fought back. You argued with her for at least an hour, and by the end of it, were in shambles. She’d told you off in a way that you’d never been told off before, essentially calling you a disappointment and a burden. You managed to text Jake before she took your phone - for no reason, might you add - and when you told her that you were leaving, she said “Go cry to the Kiszka’s like you always do.” with a venom dripping from her words unlike any you’d heard before. To this day, you remember that vividly.

You held off your tears long enough to get past Karen, as the last thing you wanted to do was worry her, certain that she had enough on her plate with her own kids. Despite being able to tell you were upset, she could also read that you didn’t necessarily want to talk about it, so she dismissed you. You’d been to their house enough to know who’s room was where, so it wasn’t hard to get to Jakes- the twins’ room. You were relieved to find that Jake was the only one in the room when you walked in. Not that Josh being there would have been a problem, - in fact, in most cases, you’d gone to Josh for comfort, as he was always the perfect balance of silly and comforting - but this time, you longed for Jake.

Before you could determine why that was, you’d broken into tears. Jake immediately jumped up from his bed and took you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You buried your face into his neck, wrapping your arms around him twice as tightly as he did you. He was taken aback and remained silent, just letting you sob in his hold. He carefully brought you to the bed, where he continued hugging you. Unsure of what exactly to do, he wearily rubbed your back. You missed it in the moment, just Josh had come into the room, and before he could say anything, Jake shooed him away.

Josh closed the door and left, knowing that wasn’t the time to be snarky.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong, or do I have to guess?” Jake said, his tone somehow a mix of playful, concern, and comfort. You drew in a shaky breath and ended up explaining everything to him. You told him how it happened, what your mom had said, and even traveled back to past experiences. Jake was at a loss for words, but his touch delivered a comfort that surpassed anything he could have said, and you spent at least an hour clinging to him.

Later that night, your mom called, having sobered up. At that point, everyone except you and the twins had gone to bed. Josh was the one who picked up the phone, and you ended up taking over. You’d been too exhausted to fight with her, and simply went along with her suddenly apologetic acts. She didn’t put up a fight when you said you’d be staying at Jake’s place, but you knew she’d be on your ass about it the next day. However, as Jake looked at you from the couch with worried eyes, you couldn’t be bothered. This was your home - he was your home, and in that moment, you were sure of it.

In the midst of recalling the bittersweet memory, the back door opens and brings you back to reality. You look over your shoulder, relieved to see Jake standing there. “Hi,” you say softly, your voice strained slightly. “Hi,” he hums in response, shutting the door in the same manner you had done when you came out a few minutes ago. “You okay?” he asks, the soft rasp of his voice making you slightly giddy. “Yeah,” you say, but he knows all too well that something has to be bothering you at least a little bit.

He remains silent, standing near the back door, his gaze lingering on your backside. It’s quiet for a few moments, before he speaks. “Is it the alcohol?” he asks, and you should have known that he’d be able to easily detect the issue, but a part of you is still shocked that he was able to figure it out in such a short amount of time. Reluctantly, you nod your head. Guilt begins to pool in the pit of your stomach, as you hate the idea that your own issues might affect their fun, but unbeknownst to you, that’s the last thing Jake is worried about.

He takes a few steps forward and leans on the railing of the porch, forearms resting on the wood. He glances down at you, then looks out in the distance, following your own gaze. “Do you want me to tell them to put it away?” he asks, and you sigh. It’s frustrating, in a way. The fact that you can’t seem to get past it, that you can’t just let loose and trust yourself, and your friends, all because of a bottle of alchohol. “No,” you respond flatly. You can feel Jake’s eyes on you, and you try your hardest to stop your bottom lip from quivering as you get the urge to cry, but you can’t help it.

Fortunately, Jake doesnt overreact. He takes slow steps behind you, his signature chelsea boots thudding on the floor with each step. He plops down beside you, his thigh pressed against yours. It’s a subtle move of comfort, one that works, and only does so when Jake does it.

Your relationship with him, at this point in time, is hard to explain. You’re not just friends, you both know it, and so do the boys…hell, even his parents have probably caught onto it. That being said, you’re not officially dating either. Neither of you are oblivious to the chemistry you share, and you suppose that’s why you never felt the need to bring it up. However, as time goes on, a part of you wants to push the line of friends, to see what could become of your relationship if you were to bring attention to the aforementioned chemistry you have.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Jake asks, his eyes practically staring into your soul as you make eye contact with him. Your heart leaps at his words, and you swallow harshly. “I don’t even know,” you mutter, chuckling softly. It makes him smile; your brief amusement. “I guess i’m just frustrated,” you say, eyes flickering down to his lips as they purse. “Elaborate,” he says simply. Now, he’s turned his full body towards you, and rests his arm over your lap, his hand cupping the outer side of your thigh. Again, your heart leaps in your chest, and your stomach flips.

You avoid his gaze, looking off into the distance once again. You press your lips together for a moment, thinking about how to word your thoughts. “I feel bad…like, I hate that I can’t just relax and let you guys have fun.” Jake hums, “We are having fun,” he says, making you roll your eyes subtly. “You know what I mean,” you finally return your eyes to his, and every part of you wants to lean in and kiss him, especially given how cute he looks in these moments. He’s staring at you with big, brown eyes, ones that are too often hidden behind dark sunglasses, and the way he looks at you makes your head spin.

“Sure, but we don’t have to drink to have fun,” he explains, pressing his point further. You eye him, shoulders slumping with defeat. “I know, but,” you pause. It’s always conflicting; the half of you that wants to join in on the drinking, to just goof off and enjoy the tingly feeling of alchohol in your system, versus the other half of you that wishes it would cease to exist. “But what?” Jake asks, his voice impossibly softer. Your brows furrow, “Do you do that on purpose?” you ask, and his expression mirrors yours, with his brows knitting together in confusion. “Do what?” he asks.

You aren’t even sure how to explain it to him. If only you could put him in your shoes right now. “I don’t know, Jake, you just,” you’re getting flustered now, almost regretting that you even said anything. He waists, and you swear he’s batting his eyelashes at you. Your breath catches in your throat, and it takes every fiber of your being to remain still. “You just have this way of…being, I suppose,” you say, and you know it sounds stupid, but it’s almost worth it when Jake smiles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, looking away, and a part of you is almost frustrated with him, but it doesn’t last for long.

“Come on, talk to me,” Jake says after a few moments of silence. “About what?” you ask. “Either the drinking situation, or whatever my way of…’being’ is,” he uses air quotes when he says ‘being’, playfully mocking you. You huff, “I guess i’m just scared,” you say, then clarify, “of drinking, I mean.” He nods, “What are you afraid of?” he asks, and your mind goes right back to where it was earlier, when you’d seen Josh pop open the very whiskey your mom used to drink - you weren’t upset with Josh, or any of the boys. They didn’t know, and even if they did, you wouldn’t have been upset.

“Well I mean, for starters, it doesn’t even feel that great to drink-“ Jake stops you. “No, what are you afraid of?” he repeats, making you swallow. You stay quiet, pressing your lips together. You’re searching for any comfort you can get, and Jake delivers it as he takes your hand in both of his, his thumbs soothing over your skin.

“I’ve seen what it does to some people, Jake,” you mutter, and he leans in to ensure he hears you. He nods, thinking back to the night where you told him everything.

He felt so helpless, it hurt. He remembers it almost as vividly as you do, and certainly remembers the way his chest ached as you cried into his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He also felt angry, knowing that you’d have to go home and deal with your mom again, but he knew better than to try and do anything - at the end of the day, all he could do was hold you, be there for you, and even if he wasn’t sure how to do that, he internally promised himself to do his best.

“I don’t want to be the way my mom was-is…she stopped for a while, just drinking wine here and there, but she’s picked up whiskey again,” you explain. Jake had yet to learn that, and that tells him all he needs to know. “I’m so sorry,” he says, and the sheer gentleness of his words makes you want to dissolve into a puddle of tears. “It’s okay,” you respond, voice barely above a whisper. “We don’t have to drink, but I want you to know that you will never be like your mom, okay?” He says, and you can feel a lump forming in your throat. You choose to nod rather than speak, not trusting that your voice wouldn’t fail you. He lifts a hand to your cheek just in time for a tear to fall from your eyes, and he swipes it away gently.

“Come here,” he says sweetly, cradling your head to his chest as he embraces you. It’s nostalgic, this moment, and how similar it is to that night you spent with him, sobbing in his arms. Fortunately, this time, you’re much more calm, even if the tears are still falling. “Jakey,” you hadn’t intended to use the nickname, but sometimes, it finds it way out almost instinctively. “Yes?” he responds, rubbing your back. You nuzzle into him, taking a moment to relish in his hold.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but that wasn’t it. Between the overwhelming urge to confess to him right now, and your desire to finally overcome your own fear, you’re warming up to the thought of a shot or two.

“Yn, sweetheart, I already told you that I don’t care. I don’t need to drink to have f-“ you’re the one to cut him off this time. “I know, but do you want to have a drink? Because I think a drink sounds kind of nice,” you say. Jake sighs, not a frustrated sigh, but rather a…disappointed sigh? He’s unsure of what exactly he was sighing for, but the possibility that you were going to confess to him flashes through his mind, and he knows deep down that’s the reason for it. Suddenly, he’s on par with a drink as well, but remains mindful as you lead him back inside.

Youre half expecting to be bombarded by the other boys, but you find sam sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep, with Josh and danny in the middle of some intense conversation, one that they don’t pull away from. “Probably talking about music,” Jake mutters, shutting the back door. You glance at Jake, then look at Josh. His hands mimick Danny’s when he’s drumming, and what Jake said makes sense. “Seems like it,” you respond, then follow Jake into the kitchen.

“Please tell me you bought something other than whiskey,” you say, grimacing at the sight of the half empty bottle. “Honestly, I don’t know, I didn’t buy anything,” he says as he starts rummaging through the cabinets, and the idea that he refrained from buying anything because of you warms your heart. You watch as he scans the cabinets, and eventually, he finds the stash of drinks, listing them to you. You take your pick, grabbing two glasses as Jake opens the bottle. He pours a small amount into both glasses, and you don’t miss the way he takes a second to put the whiskey out of your view.

He turns his attention to you as he grabs his glass. “Thank you, Jakey,” you say softly, and he smiles, clinking his glass against yours. “Your welcome,“ he says softly, and you both down the shot, almost in sync as you place your glasses on the counter. You stand in a comfortable silence for a few moments, and given how rare it is for you to drink, it’s not long before you feel the subtle affects of the alcohol taking place.

“D’you wanna tell me about my way of being, now?”Jake asks suddenly, eyeing you. You know that, unless you seriously didn’t want to, he’s going to press you until you expound. Now, you’re even more unsure of how to explain it. “I don’t know how to explain it,” you mumble, looking at him. Your eyes meet, and he waits patiently for you to continue. “You just…” you bite your lip, hesitant to tell him the truth. He steps forward, closing some of the distance between you both. “Talk to me, baby,” he says, and it takes everything in you to keep your composure.

The amount of love you feel for him is overwhelming, and right now, between the very slight buzz you’re experiencing, his closeness to you, and the nickname, you’re almost dizzy. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Jake,”

you finally give him a peak into your mind, and even though you can’t tell, his heart is rapidly beating against his rib cage. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Like, everything you do is so…you bring me so much comfort and peace, just by existing,” you explain, and despite trying to fight it, tears well in your eyes.

“You just mean so much to me, Jake and…I don’t know what i’d do without you, and especially nights like these, I can’t hardly stand just being your friend,” you know you’re jumping around a little bit, but you figure your point is getting across just fine.

“Then, what do you want us to be?” he asks softly. He’s not trying to be flirtatious, or teasing, he’s genuinely asking, and with the way he steps even closer, making you feel like he’s the only person in the world, you feel so comfortable giving him an answer. “Everything,” you respond. “I like what we have, I dont want to lose it…but I also want more, I suppose,” you say, eyes unable to break away from his. “I want to wake up to you, to go to sleep with you, to go everywhere with you, to just-“ you pause, choosing to save him the long explanation. “I love you, Jake.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you talk again just as he opens his mouth to speak. “And that’s not the alcohol talking,” you assure him. He laughs, shaking his head. “Baby, you had maybe an ounce or two, I know it isn’t the alchohol,” he hums. If it weren’t for the pet name, you’d likely have been annoyed at his teasing, but instead, you feel like you’re melting under his gaze. He takes one more step, your body’s almost touching. He slowly leans down, cupping your cheek as he does so. You lean into the warmth of his palm, eyes fluttering shut. They open only for a moment, and close when his lips land on yours. It’s a soft, but passionate kiss. One of your hands finds its place on his chest, the other gripping his wrist to keep his hand on your cheek as you fervently kiss him. When he pulls away, you’re both giddy.

“I love you too, yn,” he says honestly, and even if the way he just kissed you should have been enough to tell you that, hearing him say it lifts any doubts you had. “…And that’s not the alcohol talking,” he playfully mocks you, laughing as you gently smack his chest.

#new fic who cheered #i need jake #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x you #jake kiszka fanfic #fanficiton #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka fic #jtk x reader #gvf x reader #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic

[refiwrites]

Can you do arguements with loak, neteyam, and rotxo please

since im sick rn and feeling terrible and in need of content of our avatar boys, i give you this

Arguments (Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Rotxo)

GIFs used for Neteyam and Lo'ak are not mine, credits to the rightful owners! Whilst the GIF used for Rotxo is mine.

N e t e y a m

Thinking abt it now, I think there would be little to no arguments w this man 💀 I mean he is the perfect child, is he not? Well, you do have arguments but often times it wouldn't be that deep? I have a feeling he's too understanding that everytime you begin something, he's already defused it lmao

You would be the one initiating arguments tbh

For Neteyam, I think most of your arguments would stem from you just trying to watch out/care for him. The pressure of being the future Olo'eyktan often gets to him that he forgets to take care of himself and you'd be there reminding him to breathe.

"No, stop your sweet-talking!" you were really being serious, yet your other half wasn't.

"My love, I have to do this, it is for us. For our future, no?" Neteyam says, walking over to you and placing his hands on your shoulders, that damned playful smile on his face.

The thought made your insides run wild. "The future can wait, you can stay here for now. And tell me, when was the last time you ate?"

Neteyam blinks back, thinking.

"That's what I thought, you aren't getting out of here until I say so."

"Wait— fine."

L o ' a k

Well, we all know Lo'ak is reckless, always doing things without thinking.

You know he means well with his actions, but sometimes you just wished he would think things through!

As much as you didn't like to be another one of the people scolding him, you couldn't help it when he literally walked in one day in your tent, gashes and bruises littering his face and arm.

"What were you thinking?" You said, you knew Lo'ak probably had this phrase said to him for the hundredth time.

He stayed silent.

"You're stupid, did you know that?" You hiss, sitting him down and you began to take his armor and face paint off.

"Too many times." He replied, which you felt bad. So you sighed, carefully cupping his face and making him look at you.

"As much as I'd like to argue with you right now, I still have to patch you up. But please, Lo'ak, the next time you do something... Think it through."

"Yeah.. Sorry.."

"You promise?"

"Promise."

R o t x o

Can we take a few minutes just to appreciate the gif because hello LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS

Hm since we don't know much alot abt Rotxo this will be difficult.

But we know that he knows his limitations for making fun of someone, and that he's very truly a genuine, caring person.

I feel like he loves to joke around and stuff w everybody including you but I also feel like he made a joke one time abt you that you really didn't like or you just weren't in the mood and you kinda took it personally.

You didn't talk to him for like- what- two days max? Cause how can you resist him really when he's trying to catch your attention the whole day while his face looks like this 🥺 reincarnated? HELP

"(Y/N)... (Y/N)."

Wanting to shove his face in the sand already, you resist, plucking the berries from the bush and placing them in your bowl.

You just about remember why the two of you were acting like this in the first place.

It was from a joke that Rotxo made.

Now you didn’t exactly remember what the very joke was but you knew you were pissed off that day, and the way his joke pertained to you made something in you snap as he was laughing.

Now that led to here, with you ignoring him. Honestly you didn't know how you lasted a almost a day and a half without talking to him since the two of you were inseperable from the moment he met you and your siblings.

You didn't realize you were frozen in place as his voice spoke up again.

"(Y/N)..?"

"What?!" You finally answered, snapping your head back to look at him.

He visibly swallowed, eyes squinting at your sudden reply. He moves forward though, moving beside you and kneeling next to you.

"I'm sorry."

"Took you long enough."

"Eh? But you were ignoring m—"

"Okay, okay I forgive you." You said. As soon as your words registered in Rotxo's head, you saw the way his whole face lit up, his nose scrunching in the process, almost melting your heart.

"Really?" He asked again, smiling.

"Yes, would you like me to change my mind?"

"No! No definitely not!" He quickly said, gesturing as if that was going to prevent you from doing so.

But you didn't change your mind.

You couldn't, not when he pulls out an armband he made for you, as a sign of peace.

#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x reader #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan x reader #lo'ak x reader #neteyam x reader #rotxo #lo'ak sully #neteyam sully #neteyam imagines #neteyam #lo'ak #lo'ak imagines #rotxo x reader #avatar rotxo #rotxo imagines #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar the way of water one shots #avatar the way of water imagines #avatar way of water #avatar way of water x reader #pandora avatar #pandora #avatar the way of water #atwow rotxo #atwow x reader #x reader #refiwrites #imagines #fanfiction

[cheeseceli]

Proud - Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan × gn!Reader

Genre: little bit of angst with fluff ending, small drabble

Warnings: reader has low self-esteem, reader's mom doesn't help at all, not proof read, and one (1) bad word i think bullshit (idk if that counts as bad word)

Request: by my inner child lmao

A/n: i thought of this last night because i relate to and admire Chan so much, so he is precisely the person that could make me feel better in a time like this. This drabble ain't supposed to be good, I just wanted some comfort and luckily you can feel some comfort as well

"Were you crying?"

You don't know why, but lately it seems like life hasn't been kind to you. You were doubting yourself and your talents (did you have any?) more than usual. Everything you did seemed wrong, seemed like it could be better. Even things you were sure about, like your potential and hard work, weren't certain anymore.

The last straw was when you were calling your mom before you went to bed. You wanted to vent, to try to understand what was wrong and how you could fix it. Instead, she said "you should give up abot that. You're not that good anyways". You doubt she was saying that out of malice, like she was praying for your downfall or something like that. She actually thought you'd be better if you settled down and just gave up in your "dreams". She was actually trying to help.

But now, past midnight, you're in bed trying to hide your tears and silence your hiccups. The overthinking, the pressure and the fact that everything you were doing this past days was collapsing made you cry. The last thing that you needed was to wake up and worry the man beside you.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side.

"Babe, look at me" Chan said, growing worried because all he could see was your back facing him "Please."

With that being said, you felt like the worst human being to ever live. You made him worry over something that was probably just drama. He'd ask what was wrong and you would explain to just later realise that you were being dramatic. You didn't want to look at him. Not now, not like this.

So you did the most reasonable thing that came across your mind: you pretended you were sleeping. Perhaps he would believe. He didn't see you crying anyways, he just heard the hiccups. Maybe he would believe that nothing was wrong and he probably misunderstood the sounds.

When he laid back his head in the pillow, you thought it worked. You almost sighed in relieve until he hugged you closer from behind. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you softly, you almost couldn't feel it, in the back of your neck going down to your shoulder.

"You know I'm here, right? It doesn't matter what it is, I'll always be here."

That was it. Now that was in fact your last straw. As comforting as it was, you couldn't handle it. Because you thought of yourself as someone who wasn't deserving of love, you forgot you were actually loved. And now you were crying even more.

As a reminder that Chan was never leaving your side, he hugged you tighter. You didn't feel suffocated. You were embraced, you were warm. For a second you believed you were safe.

"Could you tell me that you're proud of me?" was the first thing you said that night, it was almost inaudible "You can lie. Just say I'm doing good or something like that. Please."

For some moment all you could hear was the silence. You knew he was there, you could feel him. But he didn't reply. The overthinking crossed your mind once again. You aren't worth, not even in a lie.

You tried to close your eyes and forget that you even said something until you heard him

"I'm so proud of you. I'm not telling you this because you asked me to, I'm saying this because it's the truth and I should've made it clear from the moment I saw you for the first time. To be honest I'm kinda shocked that you are even doubting it in first place." He giggled silently and God, you loved that small laugh "I don't know what made you think that you're not good enough but believe me when I tell you that you are way more than just enough. You're awesome, you're amazing, I wouldn't change a thing"

You kept your eyes closed to keep back the tears. You hated feeling so vulnerable or a burden, and that was the feeling that ever showed up whenever you cried. But tonight, the feeling was slowly becoming something else. Like you were allowed to fall, cause someone, cause Chan, would catch you.

Chan made you turn around gently and placed a soft kiss on your wet cheek, making you hug him closer. Everything that you needed right now was his comfort. He happily obliged.

"I'm so so proud of you. I'll spend the rest of my life telling you this if that's what will take for you to believe it. I admire you so much, Y/n. I love the person that you are and the person that you are becoming. And no one else's opinion matters because everyone that says bulshit about you is wrong and I'm the only one who is right" you couldn't help but giggle at the last part, knowing that it was somewhat true and that made it even funnier.

"thank you"

When you thought it was impossible for him to hug you even tighter, he did it and hid his face in your neck "don't thank me for saying the obvious. Now let's sleep, mm? It's late"

You nodded, feeling way more relaxed than you were when the night began. You close your eyes only to hear Chan saying "Good night, my love."

Reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated ❣️

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[wooahaes]

a family of your choosing

pairing: non-idol!danceracha & gn!reader.

genre: fluff. chosen family <3

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: food mention. hyunjin and reader bicker a lil but it's not serious (reader is the hidden paboracha member lmao /j)

daisy’s notes: ngl. i kinda feel like these three would be the chill ones to go camping with.

“Is the thing secure now or not?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes from underneath the table where he’d had to re-secure the table after it flopped over earlier. With half of you dedicated to cooking, it meant you and Hyunjin would be there to help out with anything else. Minho and Felix had been looking through the ingredients they brought, deciding to go ahead and make army stew tonight since it was supposed to get chillier tonight compared to the next few days. You had offered yourself and Hyunjin to help set up the makeshift kitchen for the other two, and, despite the way he’d given you a ‘are you serious?’ look for half a second (he’d been mid-drawing and annoyed at having to stop when he was just getting into a groove). Now his annoyance was because you had been the one to try and put up the folding table, only to apparently miss something in the process. You’d taken over moving the heavier things over, but it was a table of all things.

“How come I had to fix this?” He clicked his tongue, crawling up and shaking the table with enough pressure to ensure that it was secure now. When it didn’t collapse, he leaned against it further, just to test it. 

You pouted. “I don’t know–I missed something!”

“It’s a table!” He stood up straight. “You offered to set it up!”

“I moved the other stuff—”

“The kids are fighting again!” Felix called out from where he’d been pulling out a cutting board.

Minho had run back to grab the portable stove, and was nearing the group. “Stop fighting,” he called out, half-hearted as he walked past the two of you to grab a small plastic packet off the ground. It had once held screws—one of which you had missed in putting up this table. “You’re scaring the cat.”

Felix’s head jerked up as he looked at Minho. “Wait, am I the cat?”

“Clearly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

Immediately, you and Hyunjin began to voice your complaints. What did he mean that Felix was his favorite?! Minho swore he didn’t play favorites with his friends—at least, he did last time the two of you called him out on giving Felix special treatment. He’d been kind enough to speak to both of you with the same thing Felix already knew: Minho was never going to joke around with someone who he felt couldn’t handle his sense of humor. Felix was sometimes softer than the two of you, and he was merely mindful of that. 

Then again, he was also Felix. If you were forced to pick a favorite person, Felix would probably be it… and not just because you were the first person he texted whenever he had leftovers from cooking and his roommate wasn’t around (you lived the closest to him, after all). 

With yours and Hyunjin’s jobs completed, the two of you could finally sit back and watch as the other two started to cook. Hyunjin had busted out the little portable paint palette from his bag to use later, curling up in the other fold-up chair as he flipped to a new page. You had brought along a few books and a little book light to clip onto it, and pulled out the soft, plush blanket to drape over your legs. With the four of you, this trip was more peaceful. Minho had been tasked with making the ramyeon, and you could hear the sound of Felix chopping up other ingredients, humming to himself. The atmosphere was nice, even if you could feel the slight chill nipping at your skin. The leaves had turned for the season, and you’d snapped pictures of the scenery earlier—as did Hyunjin, saying something about how he’d maybe paint it later on. He liked the lighting at the time, though, and wanted to capture it like that. Life with your friends was good. Hyunjin kept stealing glances at you as he sketched. Felix brought up something that happened at work the other day. Minho listened attentively, nodding along and asking questions. All you did was sit by and watch, appreciating your friends for a while.

(And maybe you’d sneak into the brownies Felix brought along when grabbing a bottle of water, passing one to Hyunjin as subtly as you could.)

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[wthtorke]

Coffee

Asa Emory (The Collector) x Gender-neutral Reader (because I just had to write another one lmao)

Warning for homicidal thoughts - Seen earlier on P4tre0n

At first, it was a game. Asa didn’t think he’d get so invested in the house ‘playhouse’ thing. It also started as a personal challenge. Jokes and jabs were made at him by work colleagues who were only temporarily safe from his wrath for being too close to his…civilian form.

“Emory is going to die bitter and alone.” “Not even the spiders will handle such an old grouch.” “Professors party is next month Emory, no date to take yet? Did you ever have one?”

He decided to end things. He couldn’t end their lives just yet, but he could stop the rumors. Stop the pestering buzzing of flies that mocked him just outside his web. He’d get them in time.

But still, in order not to feel so pressured into doing it, Asa challenged himself. Could he fully morph into one of them briefly? Could he achieve the perfect disguise? His daytime mask wasn’t perfect, and he knew that.

Entomology wasn’t the most normal job out there. And while his house looked pleasant and well cared for on the outside, he still couldn’t hold off his deeper interests in the inside decor. He had flaws. Maybe this would stretch his ‘normal person’ muscles. Who knew?

And then he met you. Or well. He chose you. Old habits die hard.

He planned to keep things shallow and neutral. He didn’t want you coming over more than necessary, nor did he have any interest in going to your place that often. Too much effort.

What he didn’t plan, however, was that you would respect his privacy. And while Asa Emory, Ph.D. in entomology, hadn’t had many close, normal, lasting relationship experiences– He was pretty sure that’s not how things usually went. He also had not planned that whenever you did come to his place, you would be pleasant to be around.

Asa hated questions, especially from people he despised and especially from stupid people. Odd, given his job- but it was just how things were. Anything to keep appearances.

So he tightened his jaw the second you pointed your finger at his Five-Horned Rhinoceros beetle diorama. “Did you preserve that one yourself?”

He almost shifts on his feet, almost. Good question. “I didn’t. It was gifted to me by my college professor.” He hadn’t thought about him in months, even if the diorama was one of his favorites.

You smile, “Oh, that’s adorable.” Nothing about him was adorable other than the fact he liked to be adored. Like a God.

He thinks about killing you after that. Especially after you’ve had sex, especially now that you’re laying right beside him, dead asleep. Vulnerable.

You shift awake, and he doesn’t try to look away from you. He’s too focused to pretend right now. Still, you blink a couple of times and scoot closer to him. His hand twitches under the covers.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask. His eyes shift to your lips as you speak before coming back up. You smile, and whatever is going through your head right now definitely isn’t the same as his. But you still run your hand up his arm. It's almost like asking permission. Asa doesn’t like to be touched, but you learned that if he lets you touch up his arm, the rest should also be okay.

You learned fast. Maybe that's why you were still alive. He was still deciding if he was thankful for that or not. “Come here, then. It’s too late for staring.” You open your arms and use your hands to bring his shoulders closer to you. Closer to your chest.

He goes.

He scratches the thought of killing you after that.

While Asa was not one for getting unfocused- he did blink twice when the professor’s party email popped up in his inbox. And while you had been bringing coffee over, you sure felt concerned for whatever got Asa to blank so hard. You came to learn that 2 seconds was too long without a response from your entomologist. “Asa? Asa-?”

“I forgot about the Professor’s gathering.” He says. You slowly nod in understanding, “Ohhh…Were you obliged to do something for it?” You ask. He then remembers his coffee mug in your waiting hand. “No,” he takes the mug, “we just have to go.”

Your eyebrows do a little jump. “We?”

At this, he turns at you. “You’ve seen them before.” You nod, “Well, yeah- but only when we had a date after your shift- or when we had lunch together.”

“That’s what people in a relationship do.” He says, not trying to make you feel stupid, but almost like he was reassuring himself. You let out a soft laugh, “Yes, but I mean-. Look, I know you like your space, and your things- you don’t have to take me to a formal event because people think its the right thing-”

“But it is.” He counters. You grimace a little, taking a seat beside him at the kitchen table. “Depends-, do you want to go?” You ask him. He frowns.

He considers.

“No.”

You nod. “Then we don’t have to go.” You say, putting your hand over his on his leg. “How about we stay home and do something else? Or we can go somewhere else, or you could use that night to-”

“Stop.”

You freeze, swallowing your words as you retreat your hand from his. “Oh- sorry.” You look up again when he sets his mug on the table, barely having time to react when Asa’s hands cup your face and his lips close in on yours.

You lower your mug more and more as he continues to kiss you. Kissing him was always something different. Different doses of desire, roughness, and dominance. Different amounts of tenderness and care, and sometimes you swore you could feel something else. Only sometimes.

This was one of those times.

You blindly try to set your own mug on the table until his hand guides yours. His hand wraps around your arm and pulls you closer. And closer, and closer. Until you’re getting up from your chair and moving toward him.

Your chest touches his when you straddle his legs. His hand goes up in your hair while the other caresses your face. He breaks the kiss to look at you for a second. His eyes always had that power over you. The power to make you feel bare. Vulnerable.

Your breathing is strained from the kiss. His is from restraint.

He kisses your cheek and moves to your neck. The way he breathes close to your ear in between them makes your legs shake the tiniest bit.

When his hands hook under your thighs, your arms lock around his neck. He lifts you up, and you know what’s next. What you didn’t expect to hear was the small, barely audible “Thank you.” He whispered as he carried you upstairs.

Asa Emory had played himself.

He almost fell for it when your hand touched his in the kitchen. When you looked at him with all the honesty in the world over something so stupid. So willing to mold yourself to him.

But the feeling didn’t go away. Not after the sex, not after the sleep. Not for anything.

He wakes up, and you’re not there. The sheets are cold.

He gets dressed and goes downstairs. The smell of breakfast hits him like a train. Not many times did you both eat like this. At least not in the morning. And if you did, Asa made it. He always woke up first, made breakfast, and left it for you. He always left for work before you woke up. But this time it was different.

He didn't ask for it.

But Asa never had these small gestures of affection towards him. He always had to do shit alone. Always. He almost can’t believe his very eyes. And he definitely cannot believe he’s not -very- angry right now.

He’s standing at the kitchen entrance watching you making breakfast for you both when he realizes that he's in deeper than he thought.

When did you outsmart him? When did he let his guard down?

When did he start liking you this much?

Still, he should have known himself, his soft spot. You.

You were his soft spot. But still, he didn’t imagine it’d go so far. Had he always longed for this intimacy? Deep down? Maybe he did. Maybe the scared little boy did. But he had it now, hadn’t he?

"Alright, all done! And would you look at that, you actually have time to eat before going out! I-...Asa?"

Asa blinks when he hears his name, coming back to reality, "Hm?"

You smile. A soft, fond laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Come on Mr. Emory, let's get some coffee in you".  You grab his hand, pulling him towards the table where everything is set.

He goes. Gladly.

#the collection #the collector #the collector x reader #asa x reader #asa emory x reader #asa emory #Headcanon #slasher #Slashers #slasher x reader #slash fic #slasher x you #gender neutral reader #reader

[kaeyapilled]

trying to put my (mostly) child kaeya headcanons in one spot. brace yourself this is gonna be so long

first i think he was around 8 years old when he was left in mondstadt.

before that he lived with his father always moving from place to place. or maybe... i dont know honestly. they didn't live in khaenri'ah (whatever's left of it) because i like the idea that kaeya is the last hope for a place he's only heard stories about. for people he has barely met. and he yearns for it all the same, enough to run away as a stowaway on a ship just for the slim chance he'll get to meet it, to return to a place he only knows through other people's memories... yeah it's a thought i like to entertain. so anyway i dont know where exactly kaeya lived before my headcanons for this are really vague lmao. im torn between making him be raised in some corner of teyvat, or somewhere very abyss touched, or... a secret third thing i dont yet know...

i think his mother died when he was so young he has barely any recollection of her and it haunts him a bit. he cant remember what she looked like. to have an idea he can just look in a mirror though. he's her spitting image.

unsure about siblings... i think he didnt have any

i dont think his father was abusive. neglectful maybe. he was really awful at the father job but mostly because of how emotionally distant he was. he never hit kaeya or went out of his way to be cruel to him, he was just very stern. kaeya was a child who didn't really know comfort. all his basic needs were met, but his father just wasn't the type to hug or say words of encouragement, to calm him down from nightmares, to soothe a fever beyond just bitter medicine and leaving kaeya laid down on the cot alone. i think the closest they ever got to that sort of connection was when he taught kaeya their clan's history, which we know he did from canon. that piece of paper where the handwriting shows an adult guiding a child's hand on the paper makes me. Feel Things. he was not a soft man or a good father by any means but. *gestures vaguely*

and you know what. i think he loved kaeya in his own way. which is to say that he loved kaeya more as a means to an end than as a son. or maybe not. maybe leaving kaeya was more difficult for him than i give him credit for. i cant really decide. either way 2/10 for effort his parenting sucked and left deep scars in this poor poor child BUT he was not a heartless asshole is what im trying to say

anyway kaeya has very bittersweet very mixed feelings about him. he left his own son all alone in an unfamiliar land for unclear reasons. placed a burden nobody should ever have to carry on the shoulders of a child. he never embraced him or told him he loved him. but at the same time we see kaeya in game trying to understand his father's motivations for abandoning him there. that maybe a happier life could have been a factor. his safety. assuming this is, like, true. i headcanon that it is. it's not the entire reason by far. but it could have been part of it. maybe that's called "wishful thinking". we'll find out one day i hope

i don't really know what to make of the entire "you're our last hope" thing. as in, what exactly does that entail. what did his father tell him. im just kinda waiting patiently for them to actually tell us what's up. i can tell you it was a ridiculous amount of pressure on kaeya though. he might have been mature for his age and forced to grow up faster than he should have but a lot of it was simply beyond his comprehension. like, that's an entire seven year old child. he shouldve been playing with toys. anyway. kaeya who has felt guilt as his standard everyday main emotion since he was little

i think kaeya's father taught him to speak, read and write in common, so kaeya could understand people pretty well when he was left in mondstadt and could read basic stuff

an extension of this headcanon: i think each region has their own language besides just common tongue, and that in general people can speak both, especially in the big cities, while in rural areas people will probably only speak the region's mother tongue. i read a mutual's headcanon like this once and it rewired my brain so i borrowed it. also common varies from place to place because there are different dialects from mixing with the nations' other languages. to make it fun!

so when kaeya gets to mondstadt he can't speak mondstadtian specifically but he can speak common and the ragnvindrs can all speak both. eventually as he stays there kaeya learns mondstadt's language and loses the accent (a very conscious effort from his part)

more on the accent: if you listen closely to him nowadays, some word or other still sounds odd, maybe too stiff, the way he rolls his tongue on certain letters- but it's very subtle

kaeya hasn't spoken his mother tongue in so long he inevitably has forgotten certain things, and he was so young when he stopped speaking it that there are things he simply never learned. i think this haunts kaeya sooo bad. he's someone who's always trying to keep little pieces of his past, of things that have a lot of emotional value for him; he's someone who values memories, in particular physical, tangible pieces of memories. and we see him do this with his roots, like adding khaenri'ahn symbols and motifs to his outfits, saving slips of paper written by his father about his family's story, etc..

so anyway the fact he's forgetting bits and pieces of his mother tongue makes him grasp desperately at whatever's still left of it in his memory. i wonder if he writes what he can om scraps of paper, or maybe an actual notebook; i wonder also if he did similar things as a child too? though it's something he'd have to keep insanely well hidden and the paranoia about someone finding it out would absolutely eat him alive

okay back to his childhood. when he's taken in by the ragnvindrs i think he's very quiet and only speaks when spoken to. he is so unfathomably scared and lonely and everything is terrifyingly unfamiliar but any genuine manifestation of fear and anxiety and homesickness is saved for the dead of night when everyone's asleep and won't see/hear him cry. he keeps to himself, acts very polite, doesn't bother anyone with asking for help or for anything beyond what he's already been offered.

diluc was very happy about having another kid his age living under the same roof and almost immediately saw him as a little brother and kaeya simply could not match the enthusiasm. they took it as him just being shy, and to an extent that was part of it, but also he simply did not want to be there at all. no matter how wonderfully kind those people were to him, kaeya missed his father and his mother and the homeland he didnt even know in person but that was his biggest responsibility. it was such an enormous change and he missed the familiarity so much it made him ill. like literally. i think he spent his first or second week with the ragnvindrs bedridden

im very fond of the hc that kaeya took ill easily as a child.

kaeya had nightmares often. i absolutely cannot see him asking for comfort in any direct way. most of the time he'd just hold his own hand through it. other times he'd slip out of bed and see there was still light coming from the study. he'd sit on an armchair next to crepus, who already knew kaeya would hardly ever speak about what was making him upset, and watch him work until he fell asleep again.

i think kaeya was a very scrawny kid who looked a bit younger than he actually was. next to diluc (who im always torn between making just seven months older than him, or a year and seven months older) he seemed even tinier. while diluc was the picture of a healthy boy, all full red cheeks and bright eyes, kaeya was too lean, eyes too tired, sometimes distant, like he's not entirely present, lost in thought. you could see a sadness in him sometimes that seemed deeper than anything a child his age should know. kaeya was quiet not just because he didn't speak a lot, but because he seemed to exist silently. if he disappeared to be alone for a while and didn't want you to find him, you would not find him.

and anyway. i like the idea of him slowly allowing himself to be louder as he becomes more comfortable with the ragnvindrs. and revealing his more sarcastic side lol. he's always been quick witted, he was just too timid at first

child kaeya who was such a weird kid. he spoke in a way that often lacked the childishness expected from someone who's yet to turn nine. said odd cryptic things with zero explanation. banned from sharing bedtime stories after scaring diluc with overly fucked up khaenri'ahn folk tales. normalest child alive. i think he bit into a crystalfly once

oh and kaeya absolutely came up with the whole "i come from a family of pirates" thing as a kid. i think he read about pirates in a book once and was completely enamored with the idea. and one side effect of being a secret agent pawn spy is the ability to spin wild tales on the spot. so anyway did he convince diluc he was toootally a pirate. yes. diluc believed him for way too long

no wonder he's so good at telling stories to kids nowadays. he's had practice

about the eyepatch: i can never settle on just one headcanon!! option one: his eye was fine as a kid and he only wore it sometimes for the pirate roleplay, then he started wearing it everyday after The Fight because diluc wounded him; option two: he always wore the eyepatch because there is something abyss/khaenri'ah related going on with his right eye (don't ask me what exactly. though im fond of the idea that it's connected to his father and it's basically what allows him to fulfill the spy role, in some nebulous way.) and during the fight diluc aimed for it on purpose; there's probably a secret third option im forgetting about. i lean more towards option one these days i think.

okay im out of headcanons for now. i bet that the moment i click post im gonna remember ten more. but its ok. i can make another post if needed. never forget that i can speak about kaeya for literal hours and that, if prompted, i will do so

#is anyone going to read this this is SO long #my posts #kaeyaposting #kaeya #kaeya alberich #there. it's alive

[late-draft]

Some thoughts on S2 from a first-time watcher!

It's good that I saw a bunch of spoilers before watching S2 and S3, because after seeing how the plot arrived to some of these points, I feel like what I imagined would have worked better; useful for understanding one's own likes and writing.

I thought Toph would have been in bigger danger while in the metal box. In canon she's technically just being dragged back to her family, right? But the emotional impact of her success of bending metal (something believed to be impossible) would have been stronger if she was in a much bigger danger, in worse circumstances, for longer.

Long Feng was so quickly "taken down" at the start when the Earth King decided to stop following him! Yeah the Dai Li still answer to Long Feng but it felt like him losing outward power happened too quickly and he was actually scared that he had lost all power instantly. He even allowed the kids to try to show the king the truth. So which is it, do Long Feng and Dai Li have huge power, or little power?

I liked the plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with Azula and her goons in Kyoshi warriors' disguises, and the Dai Li still answering to Long Feng. This uplifted the plot part a bit that had been sunk in my mind just before.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jet was actually ok in S2; he succumbed to a weakness of his by getting obsessed with "random" firebenders, but then he truly tried to be of help, he beat the goddamn brainwashing and did everything he could to help Aang and his allies. He was given a "heroic death" offscreen! Perhaps he survived, gravely injured but who knows. The writing portrays him as an ok person at the end.

If he was supposed to be an "evil version" or "irredeemed" version of Zuko, that could have been portrayed only if Jet had demonstrated more, and persistent negative traits that he would refuse to change. Before giving him an on-screen death.

It wasn't very believable to me that Iroh managed to follow Zuko so quietly and so well under lake Laogai; but from spoilers, I was convinced that Zuko had arrived to a moral decision to set Appa free and let go of his need to belong back at the royal family of the Fire Nation, all on his own. That might have been a bigger triumph of character, but... even coming to this decision because Iroh pressured him into thinking about choices (the fact that he had choices), doesn't diminish what he decided by a lot.

Fever was excellent lmao. Iroh gave him some ibuprofen But the subsequent very cheery behaviour feels like big and heavy Copium from Zuko to me!

Damn. Aang literally speedrun all those chakras opening. Guru Pathik seems alright to me and doesn't feel like a huge deus-ex mechanism considering many other elements the show has used. But I feel like the show would have benefitted a LOT more if separate episodes were devoted to unblocking the chakras. Those are supposed to be a big deal, something difficult to overcome for the hero. But also; Aang refusing to let go of Katara right at the moment when he sensed she was in danger, is actually a correct choice (from a narrative standpoint) - we aren't supposed to cheer for him to let her die. Of course we as the audience want him to try to help Katara! However what Guru Pathik had told him about attachment still stands in the writing (maybe it could have been made more clear that this attachment in question means a selfish possessive one). The writing still sets it up so that it seems like Aang WILL have to let go of the attachment in the future to successfully open the last chakra. Just... later, because this is not the right moment! ^^

Oh man. The best the writing could do for Katara was to have her make a dumb joke about Momo knocking over figurines in the war meeting? And the plan was just... "go forth and attack the Fire Nation during a solar eclipse"? This was the best the text could do?? No bits of additional strategy, problem-solving, no Katara being serious about it? And after that she decides to go for tea despite being on a crucial mission? And why would the delicate scroll requiring the Earth King's seal to set the entire army in motion be left to be carried around outside by one girl. Just so that she could run into Zuko and blow his cover, despite having last seen him as broken, crying over his uncle, fighting against his sister the Fire Nation princess. Feels like the plot really got super convoluted here just to get to points it wanted. Sadge.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #zuko #katara #toph #long feng #thoughts #season 2 #brainstorming

[slutboybarbie]

When He’s Not Around pt.3

Dom!Harry Styles x Reader

18+

Warnings/summary: dom Harry, slight angst, getting back together(?), a little fluff, L bombs, they’re not the best people morally, mating press

A/N: this’ll probably be the last part? I wasn’t really sure how to end it given it was supposed to be a one shot lmao

Part 1 Part 2

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"I know you're in there Y/N, your cars outside. So let me in."

You were still stuck on the couch, debating whether or not to let Harry in. After two more harsh knocks, you finally get up.

When the door opens you see Harry's fist lowering, a small smile appearing on his face.

He pushes his way in before you can shut him out again, taking a seat on the couch.

After closing the door, you stand awkwardly in your living room, waiting for Harry to break the silence.

"I'm sorry.", you both end up saying at the same time.

He goes to speak again, but you cut him off, finally coming to your senses.

"No no, let me apologize.", you sit next to him on the couch, body facing towards him while you begin to pick at your nails.

"I felt guilty, and instead of owning up to my shit and acting like an adult, I just wanted to blame you.", you glance up to see Harry watching you intently before looking down again.

"We're bad people, Harry.", you sigh frustratedly. "Liam was your best friend and my fucking boyfriend, and we betrayed him.", you can see Harry's head fall a bit, probably ashamed of himself.

"I tried to shut you out, thinking that maybe I'd feel better, that it would somehow make Liam feel better.", your teeth clench, head shaking as you rant. "Because how am I supposed to deal with myself, knowing that I'm in love with the man I cheated with."

Your head finally lifts at the same time that Harry's springs up, tears in his eyes.

"What?", he asks while his voice cracks. "You love me? But I thought- you said it was just a fling. That it wasn't anything real.", he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his tears, a few still falling down his face.

"I know, I know what I said, and I'm sorry for lying to you. I just didn't know how to deal with how I was feeling.", you move even closer to Harry, hands coming to cradle his face.

"We can be together now though, yeah? It's not a perfect start, but I can't let this be over."

His lips join yours in a soft kiss, almost like he was scared to do it, a subtle taste of salt from his leftover tears invading your mouth as you melt into the kiss.

"Now, tell me you love me too.", you say once you break apart, referring to your somewhat spontaneous admission.

"You couldn't tell that all this time?", he says with a slight laugh.

"Just say it, please.", you playfully whine.

"I love you.", he says sincerely.

Harry reaches to cradle your face just how you did his, pressing small kisses all over it, muttering "I love you" after each one.

~~~

"Say it again love, let me hear it."

"I love you."

"Yeah? You love the way I fuck you, don't you?"

You were on your knees, back arched and face down into a pillow as Harry took you from behind. His hand fisted into your braids, tugging on them to anchor himself.

He'd been holding back his orgasm since the moment he slid in. It'd been a long couple weeks, in which he refrained from touching himself. It just didn't feel right without you.

"Missed this.", Harry said through gritted teeth. "Y'miss me baby?"

You nod your head as much as you can in Harry's grip, wishing he'd cut the small talk and just fuck you already.

You damn near cry when he pulls out, feeling yourself be flipped over and silenced with a kiss before you can even question anything.

"Wanted to see your face." He admits before pushing back inside you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky breath.

It's not long before his pace picks back up, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Your hand travels down in between the two of you, landing on your clit and the pressure immediately draws a moan from you.

Harry notices and pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own.

"Let me take care of you, hm? Wanna make you feel the way you make me feel."

You try not to seem too affected by his words, or the feeling of his skilled fingers on your clit, "Yeah and how is that?" 

You're surprised to hear how breathless and raspy your voice sounds, but Harry seems to like it with the way his hips press against yours a little harder this time.

"Good, honey. You make me feel so. fucking. good."

He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, one hand coming to grab the side of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye before kissing you.

The two of you continue to swallow each other’s moans, you being the first to break so that you could catch your breath.

Harry can feel you tightening around him, he knows you’re getting close.

“Y’know,” he says before standing up slightly, removing himself from the bear hug position. You watch him grab hold of your legs, pushing them towards you so that he can go even deeper. “last time we fucked, I realized something.”

The sentence somewhat pulls you out of your haze, the fact that he’s referring to the day Liam found out catching you off guard. “Y-yeah?”, you ask.

“Yeah. It was right before you began to panic. Felt this pussy grip me so tight baby, if it weren’t for the circumstances I’m sure I would’ve came right then.”

Your brows furrow at his unspoken accusation, trying to focus on your pleasure instead, but Harry stops moving.

“Oh no sweetheart, you can’t ignore me.”

“Harry please.”

“Please what?” He taunts.

“Please make me cum.”, you cry out. The ache in your legs is only making your frustration worse, and Harry couldn’t care less.

“I will.”, he states. “But only if you admit that you wanted to get caught.”

“What-”

“Don’t play dumb baby.” He says paired with a circular motion of his hips, giving you a slight taste of what you could have. “Tell me how dirty you are, how you wanted him to see me fuck you.”

There’s a roughness to his voice, alongside the playful tone and you want to call him crazy. Tell him that he’s imagining things, and of course you’d never want that to happen, but you can’t. Because you know he’s right.

“Okay, okay, you’re right. I liked it, I wanted him to see us, I did.” Your voice is pitiful, airy moans following your admission once Harry begins thrusting again.

“I know love, I know. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He coos, and you shake your head, causing him to let out a chuckle.

“Sluts never can.”

~~~

I honestly feel like there could have been a better ending, but I’m not used to series’ so if anyone has any ideas, let me know ! Thanks for reading <3

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Rise, Puppet

Masterlist

A/N:  I’M SO DEVASTATED  — SEASON 4 SPOILERS

also reblogs and comments appreciated. especially comments, like, i need feedback to live and to motivate lmao

Pairings/Characters:  Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of death, swearing, crack fic, happy ending

Summary: After losing Eddie in the Upside Down, you’ve discovered a much more aggressive side to yourself that likes to fight. Hopefully, that’ll come in handy when you go back to defeat Vecna. Again.

The anger you had felt was burning you from the inside out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to put your fist through drywall, hell, you wanted to grab Dustin by his shoulders and throw him out the window, but you couldn’t do that.

You were with the usual suspects, the unknown heroes of Hawkins who were preparing to go to the Upside Down once and for all to end Vecna, a final battle that was sure to suffer numerous fatalities. Your friends were planning on going without you, given that the last time you were involved with this mess, you went a little crazy afterwards.

“And that’s why you can’t go! Because you lose your shit more than everyone, and that’s saying a lot. Look how fucking crazy these people are. Hopper was in fucking Russia for Christ’s sake!” Dustin shouted at you.

You shook your head as you paced back and forth like a caged feline trying desperately to break free and hunt her prey. You stopped short and turned to Dustin quickly, striding so fast and getting so close that he thought you really were going to grab him by his jacket and throw him somewhere. Instead, you held your fists up and took a deep breath before biting the knuckles on your right hand before shoving them into your pockets, “I did not.”

“You beat the fuck out of Andy on his front yard,” Dustin shouted at you. “That’s crazy!”

You threw your hands in the air, “I heard he tackled an 11-year-old girl! Who the fuck does that? And you can’t tell me that wasn’t him being racist as shit. I mean, half this town —“

“Y/N,” Steve began as he stepped closer to you and in front of Dustin to relieve some of the pressure and anger off of him. “Look, you’ve been doing this since the beginning, I get it, but this time…someone should stay back, you know, say what happened, tell our story.”

You stared at Steve for a moment before snorting, “You’re full of shit.”

“Am not!”

“Tell your story? What, like some woman in waiting? I’m not going to go psycho —“

“You heard Eddie died and went absolutely postal on Andy because he’s the only one left out of that weird little hate gang they made. I don’t think you should go down there,” Dustin explained.

“And you should?” You laughed, “You’re just as bad as me —“

“Eddie knows I totally loved him. You never told him,” Dustin replied.

Your mouth fell open. Okay. Maybe Dustin did have a point. You never admitted you had a crush on your dungeon master, but how could you? It was impractical! It was your senior year (first time for you, countless for Eddie), you were finally feeling like you had a gang to belong to, even though most of them happened to be freshman. You were having fun enjoying life, and you fell in love with the most unexpected person you could have ever imagined.

And, of course, you never told him. When could you? 

First of all, if he didn’t return those feelings, you couldn’t return to Hellfire Club, it would be too much. Secondly, what if he started to favor you in the group because he did return those feelings? It would be unfair to the game! Thirdly, you couldn’t tell him before you guys went after Vecna! He would be distracted. You didn’t want him distracted, because you didn’t want to lose him.

Well, look how that turned out.

“I want her there,” Hopper chimed in, surprising several people there. “What? A few of you are staying back with Max and El while she goes into her mind, the more we have down there, the better. I want someone with that much rage on my team.”

You nodded, “Thanks, Chief—Hopper.”

He nodded and looked around, grabbing a machete off of the table and handing it to you, “You can handle that, can’t you?”

“Actually,” you cleared your throat and went to the front door of the cabin where you had abandoned your duffel bag. You brought it over and dropped it on the coffee table after opening it up. Reaching in, you brought out a bow and held it up confidently, “I’ve been practicing.”

~*~

Dustin was so upset you were there. Like Steve and Eddie, he had grown attached to you too since the day you actually acknowledged his presence when you and Nancy were in her room studying and he interrupted asking if you guys wanted leftover pizza. You cooed that he looked adorable and squishable while Nancy stayed focused on her phone conversation and threw her shoe to shut the door in his face.

Needless to say, you and Nancy had different priorities around that time, and while she was straying away from the kids, you found that you were putting yourself in their business more because they actually acknowledged your existence when you were around.

So, Dustin didn’t want you here. He lost Eddie, Steve was here, he didn’t want to lose you too, another member of his trifecta of teens that he dubbed as being his older siblings and role models that he looked up to, but never said as much to. Being in the Upside Down again, it was a lot for him, more than he expected it to be, and he couldn’t help but think about Eddie’s final moments. Dustin looked up to you to see how you were doing.

You were ready to fight since you had gotten down there. You had a quiver resting against your leg filled with arrows you had soaked in gasoline so you could light them on fire. There was also the machete strapped to your belt on your other side that received a gasoline shower and was ready to be ignited at any moment. You looked like you were ready for war, and, well, this is, essentially, what it was. You guys were walking into a war that you were likely all going to lose and die, and here you were, still going.

You stopped walking with the group when you heard a noise. You turned your head halfway to glance behind you quickly, but you could see nothing. Turning your head forward, you quickly caught up to the group, and realized you were passing by the trailer park. 

You found yourself stopping to stare at Eddie’s trailer. You remembered the many times you had been there. It was raining, you had no car, and Eddie’s place was close to the school, so the two of you went to his trailer to seek shelter and you made a true delicacy for the two of you: buttered noodles.

He loved your buttered noodles, said there was something extra special about the way you made them. Honestly, it was probably the cholesterol talking.

Then, there was the time he wanted to help you get better with your fighting techniques in the campaign, so he basically tutored you in how to fight in Dungeons and Dragons on his own free time. He accepted payment in the form of, naturally, buttered noodles and other food and treats you’d bring for him.

Eddie was seen as the scary outcast at school, but he was so sweet. He had such a big heart. He was silly, and goofy, and so very misunderstood by everyone who didn’t have the privilege to know him. While he did partake in a few extracurricular activities that were far from legal, he always respected your level of comfort around drugs. So, sometimes, it was you, sober Eddie, and your favorite slasher movie of the week until one of the kids came along, banging on the trailer door, wanting to hang out.

You sucked in a breathe and shook your head, reminding yourself that you were there on a mission. You looked over to the group and saw that they were also stopped and looking around, like they had seen something you thought you sensed earlier. Sighing to yourself, you made your way over to them only to see the bats flying above like a bad omen.

“Everyone take cover!” Steve shouted.

Everyone split for cover to hide from the bats looming overhead. You and Dustin were closer to a few busted up cars, and you went and hid in them. As you were watching the strange flight pattern of the bats above you before they flew away into the distance, Dustin was sitting in the front seat of another car and staring in the direction of where he had found Eddie the last time he was there.

Suddenly, the door to the car he was in had been yanked open, and Dustin was yanked out of the car by his jacket. He fell to the ground in a heap and screamed as he felt himself be dragged across the ground. You quickly threw open your own door and ran around the car to Dustin.

Dragging him was a figure in armor the color of gunmetal with gold accents and trim. He wore a headpiece that resembled a dragon’s head, from what you could tell from behind, at least, a massive shield bearing a dragon, and a long broadsword that looked as menacing as the rest of him did. You were not prepared to fight someone in full armor like this, not at all, but Dustin needed you.

You ran forward and jumped in the air, hoping a dropkick to his back would, at least, knock him over. It didn’t, but it definitely made him stumble and let go of Dustin to address the other threat, you. The man turned slightly and bashed his shield against you with such force that it knocked you off your feet the second you were up and left you flat on the ground.

“Get help,” you wheezed as you rolled to the side and narrowly dodged the blade coming down at you.

“I won’t leave you!” Dustin shouted as he used his spear to try to pierce the man’s armor from behind, only for it to break into pieces in his arms.

The armored man turned again to Dustin and used the shield to block Dustin’s next swing with the broken spear, breaking it once again and leaving him with nothing but a stub to use. Dustin’s eyes widened in horror as he looked up at the man whose face couldn’t even be seen under the dark shadows the helmet produced.

“Run, Dustin, run!” You shouted as you stood up, a flaming arrow aimed at the man’s back. 

Dustin took off running to get the rest of the gang, and you fired off arrows as you walked backwards. With every arrow that hit him, it bounced off of his armor and did nothing but fall to the ground. He used his shield to block them, and when he was close enough ,he raised his blade and swung. You tried to block it with your bow, only for his sword to slice the bow right down the middle. 

With the bow now broken in two, you jumped back and tossed the halves aside before reaching for your machete. You brought it up quickly to deflect one of his swings. At this point, you were just desperately trying to bat off everything he threw at you. You weren’t nearly as concerned with trying to land a blow as you were with trying not to suffer one. 

He swiped at your midsection, causing you to lean forward as your hips jutted out behind you to miss the blade. He took advantage of this and slammed your side with the shield twice, the first time to hurt you, the second time to knock you over. While you were on the ground he raised his blade to slice you in half. Now you were desperate. You weren’t sure if the machete could take another hit and block the blade. Honestly, you were surprised that it even held up as long as it did.

You chucked the machete at his head. It hit the tip of the dragon’s mouth on the helmet he wore, and it sent it tumbling down his backside. 

The face that you saw under that helmet took your breath away. Your eyes widened, your heart stopped, you swore you lost control of your bowels as you looked up into the darkened eyes of Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, wait!” You screamed and put your hands in front of you to protect yourself. His blade came within an inch of your hands as he was frozen in his place, staring at you, a conflicted look in his eyes as he hovered above you, ready to deliver the swing of death at any moment.

Scrambling, you tore off your hat and tossed it to the side. You quickly wiped the warpaint off of your face as you scooted backwards from him, stopping only when the blade went into the ground right beside your head in a threatening manner. You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears burned your eyes and you gazed at the man you were helplessly in love with. “Eddie, Eddie, wait, it’s me, it’s Y/N. You remember me, right, Eddie? Please.”

~*~

Seeing how close you were to getting your head chopped off, Hopper stopped everyone from moving forward for fear of pushing this man to finish the job, much to Dustin’s dismay. However, when everyone got a closer look at who it was that you were fighting, well, Robin’s hands came up to cover her mouth while Dustin felt tears prick his eyes.

“Is that —“

Nancy’s question was interrupted by Dustin’s revelation.

“Eddie the Banished,” Dustin breathed. “Eddie’s Kas. Eddie is Kas. Eddie is Kas!”

“Okay, dickhead, who the fuck is Kas?" Steve shouted.

“Kas the Betrayer! The key to stopping Vecna!”

~*~

“Please, Eddie, please. Don’t hurt me, you know me. You know me, right? Y/N, the buttered noodles?” You shouted all in one breath as you felt you were at his mercy beneath him. “Please, Eddie, I love you. Whatever this is, just snap out of it, please! Come back to us Eddie, come back to me!”

Eddie’s gaze softened. He blinked a few times as the darkness bled away from his eyes, instead replaced by the familiar glimmer you were so used to seeing. A smirk formed on his lips as he gazed down at you, “So, a fella’s just gotta die and become a puppet to get a girl to admit that she’s head over heels, madly in love with him, huh?”

You blinked, “What the fuck?”

Eddie planted the shield in the ground and extended his arm to you. When you grabbed it, he yanked you up with so much strength that you were surprised when you were upright and stumbling into his chest. Your hands came upon his shoulders before they moved up and cupped his face, hands cradling his cheeks as you held his head still and really, truly studied him.

Tears fell from your eyes as you stared into his. Your voice cracked after you sniffled and tried to calm down, “Eddie? Oh, fuck, if this is Vecna, just do it —“

“No, no, no, no, it’s me, it’s me,” Eddie said quickly, his hands bracing against your back and holding you close to him. “I’m sorry. It just feels like I’ve been down here for so long, I, I wasn’t thinking. I’ve, I’ve been alone for so long, and all these voices, man, they —“

“What are you talking about?” You blurted out. “God, Eddie, how are you even alive?”

“Pfft, no thanks to that guy,” He muttered. “I uh, I think I was gone. Then I, I heard a voice asking if I wanted to live, and, well, duh, of course I do.”

“Then what,” you pressed.

“It said, ‘rise, puppet, and follow your new master.’” Eddie shook his head as the memory haunted him. “I don’t know how long it’s been down here since that happened. I, I can barely remember the things I’ve done, but, but not too long ago this other voice started telling me to rise again, to betray my master —“

“Vecna?”You questioned, watching him nod hesitantly. “Okay. And then?”

“And then I tried killing you and Dustin until you knocked my helmet off, and I finally could see you….and you said you loved me, Y/N. You love me? Really? Me, of all people?”

You choked on a laugh as you grabbed his shoulders and shook him, “Yes, you of all people! God, Eddie Munson, you’re so…”

“What? Stupid?” Eddie asked. “A total pussy for following the bad guy because he wanted to live?”

“Brave,” you smiled. “Eddie, you are a hero. You’re my hero. C’mere.”

Eddie the Banished was absolutely flushed when you pressed your lips against his. Hell, the man squeaked in surprise and stood absolutely still, like if any movement from him would ruin this moment. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. 

Eddie was so head over heels for you that he couldn’t possibly say in words how deeply in love with you he was. When he was dying, all he could think about was all the things you’d never done together, how he never told you how he felt, how he dreamed about ending campaign sessions early to kick those little sheep out and spend all night with you, whether that involved kissing, sex, or just listening to music together.

Eddie had it bad for you, so much so, he really couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Oh, I must be dead,” Eddie murmured when you pulled away, “Because this is only the stuff of my dreams.”

“You dream of dying, coming back to life, nearly killing me, and then me kissing you?”

“On particularly freaky nights, yes,” he joked, a goofy grin plastering itself on his face.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you two held each other while the rest of your misfit crew began to make their way over to you, screaming his name and shouting questions that would need to be answered again and again.

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[mahvericks]

For anon

Request; please write something for mav there really isn’t enough. Maybe something where reader is a pilot and pretty reckless like mav used to be? And he’s scared of losing them? Angst and fluff 🖤🖤

Warnings; top gun spoilers, angst, a way too long fic, mention of death and funeral, me writing for a man lmao

I got way too carried with this and I have to apologize for taking too much liberty with this, I’m not even sure this could be considered good but please let me know if you enjoyed it😭

As a child, your dream was to fly one of those hig speed plane that the army owned, you had always been in love with the sky and going fast- it was a match made in heaven to become a pilot.

You didn’t come from a military background, that world was completely new to you when you enrolled yourself in the navy to become a naval aviator, your ultimate goal was to get into TopGun to become one of the best pilot out there.

From a very young age, you had taught yourself to never give up and reach your goals no matter how big they were- and that’s what you did when you ultimately graduated of TopGun as one of the best pilot they ever had.

Even before joining the program, you were already starting to have a reputation from the instructors and teammates you had in the past- you were known for your incredible skills but also for being reckless, something that wasn’t consider good when it could cost lives.

You understood that point when it was brought up while you were being scolded by a superior for putting the lives of your team in danger. Putting their lives at risk was incredibly selfish, you knew that, but most of the time, you made sure it was your life that you were putting on the line- not theirs.

Unlike most of your friends and teammates, you didn’t have a family to go back to after a mission, you didn’t have a partner or furry companion and you were barely in contact with your family as they disapproved your career’s choice.

That was the exact reason you didn’t care about not coming back from a mission, if it meant that you could make sure the said mission would be a success, sacrificing your life would be worth it.

However, you didn’t realize that sacrificing your life would soon become a possibility until you were called back to TopGun for a secret mission, all you knew was that only the best pilots that came out of this program had been called back.

When you met everyone that had been called back the evening before going back there, you were surprised that they didn’t seem as intrigued as you were- probably because they were glad to be reunited with people they knew and meet their new teammates for the ones that they didn’t met before.

To say the least, this wasn’t going to be boring as it seemed like some rivalries already existed between some of the pilots. It had happen in your class back in the days- thinking about it, you wondered what they became after graduating.

What truly baffled you that evening was when you spotted who was, in your opinion, the best pilot to ever exist, Pete Mitchell, also called by his call sign- Maverick. You didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this couldn’t be a coincidence, you were in Fallon, the city where TopGun was located, he had to somehow be involved in the secret mission.

The next morning, you were proven right when he showed up as the person who would teach you everything you’d need to know for the secret mission. While your teammates seemed to be amused and underestimated Maverick, you were amazed by the fact you were going to learn from the one you looked up to when you first joined the program.

~~~~~

When it came to showing how good you could do in a basic fighter maneuver by attempting to shoot down Maverick. Going last, you felt even more pressure as everyone before you had failed the challenge- you weren’t surprised to also fail, however you were the one who got the closest to succeed.

During the fly, you were thrilled to be able to challenge Maverick but you didn’t try to impress him, knowing it would be a rookie move and would most likely make you commit an error right away.

Instead, you stayed calm and did what you knew to do the best- be quick and not plan anything ahead. Not thinking before acting had saved yourself more than once, you learnt to trust your gut and that’s what you did once again when you abruptly inverted your jet and slowed down to get right behind Maverick.

What made you fail was that you underestimated Maverick’s reaction time, you weren’t even right behind him that he had copied your maneuver and shot you down. As competitive as you could be sometimes, you weren’t annoyed of your failure, what made you upset was the two hundred push-ups you had to do after.

You spent the whole time cussing at Payback for setting such a stupid bet, Hondo felt bad for you and told you to stop before reaching the two hundred push-ups but that didn’t stop you from fulfilling your part.

It’s only when you finished your last push-up that you noticed that Hondo was gone and Maverick had taken his place- it was the first time you could really talk to him without everyone else around.

Trying to catch your breath, exhausted by your exercise, you sat on the concrete as you asked, “ Hondo got tired of hearing me cussing at Payback, uh?”

“ I think so, yeah,” joked Maverick before adding, “ I haven’t seen many people pull off this maneuver like you did.”

“ Got me in trouble more than once but also saved my life more than once. I hope it was okay for me to do that today- I try not to think too much and just trust my guts when I’m flying.”

“ This challenge was meant to show me what you all could do and I’m satisfied with what you showed me today.”

“ I still lost though.”

Maverick seemed to be somewhat amused by your frowning face as he chuckled, “ so did everyone else but you did good out there.”

“ Thank you, Sir.”

“ No need for such courtesy, just call me Maverick.”

~~~~~~

From that first night at the bar before going back to TopGun, you knew it wouldn’t go as smooth as you had once hoped- from the first day it looked like Rooster held something against Maverick and also had some animosity with Hangman.

Other than that, everyone seemed to get along quite well, you had been quick to get along with everyone, but you would be lying if you said that you didn’t get along best with Phoenix and Maverick.

It was amazing to be able to learn from the one you had looked up the most to during your time in the program- not only you enjoyed learning from him but also loved being around him, you felt understood when you’d ask why it wasn’t possible to push the limits of the jets further since the mission was deemed so important.

You had never felt more free to share your opinion than with him, he didn’t judge or reprimand you- instead he would either agree with you or explain his vision if he didn’t agree with you.

Now, it wasn’t typical for you to be around a superior that much- usually you’d try to avoid them but this time felt different, unless it was during the exercises, it felt like Maverick was a member of the group and not the one to teach.

To ease the tension within the group, Maverick planned a volleyball session on the beach nearby instead of the usual training- you liked the idea especially since it could be fun but you didn’t really get how this would ease the tensions once the session would be over.

Sunglasses on and sunscreen applied, you went to Phoenix’s team, knowing you’d have even more fun with her but in the end, it didn’t really matter as the teams only lasted for two or three rounds before you were just playing all together and simply had fun.

You guys played until the sun started setting down, being the one who scored the last point, even if the points didn’t matter anymore, everyone agreed that you had to be thrown in the water to celebrate it- which you obviously didn’t like.

Warning your friends that you wouldn’t let them thrown you, you did pull a fight, in a joking way, when Rooster grabbed you and started to run towards the water. However, he didn’t expect to be pulled down and fall along with you.

Your move seemed to amuse everyone as they were all laughing at Rooster’s shocked face- it was unforgettable.

After everyone calmed down, they all headed inside The Hard Deck to change into more fitted clothes for the evening besides Rooster and you who had to stay outside until you were both dried up.

Your friend had gotten inside a few minutes ago, leaving you all alone in the night, only lightened by the moon, the light coming from Penny’s bar and the tiny bit of light for the sun that was left- it felt so peaceful, something you weren’t quite used to and you enjoyed it.

“ Hey, is everything alright?”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who had joined you outside, “ yeah, all good- I’m just enjoying how peaceful it is right now.”

“ I get it, sometimes it feels great to be in a quiet place, to be able to enjoy the moment.”

“ Yeah, that’s exactly it,” you smiled, finally turning your head to the side to look at your captain, wondering why he joined you outside, “ why didn’t you stay with everyone else inside?”

“ Well, Penny is inviting us for dinner tonight, are you joining us?”

“ Yeah, sure. I’ll go change up in a bit and join the group. I might go for a little walk before, wanna join?”

Your question was said in a joking way as you didn’t expect him to actually go on a walk on the beach with you, but to your biggest surprise, Maverick didn’t even hesitate to say yes.

The next couple of minutes went by in an enjoyable silence but there was something that you wanted to ask him but you didn’t want to put your nose in someone else’s business and get into some kind of troubles for asking the wrong questions.

Absentmindedly kicking the sand under your feet as you walked next to Pete, you ultimately chose to question him about what you saw earlier, “ I saw the Vice Admiral Simpson and the Rear Admiral Bates talk to you when we were still playing and they didn’t look too happy- are you or are we in trouble?”

“ Did they ever look happy to you? But to answer your question, no one is in trouble, let’s just say they weren’t too thrilled about my idea.”

“ Not that it matters but I think it was really cool- your idea I mean. We had fun and it feels like we’re really a team now, even Rooster and Hangman seems to get along.”

“ It matters actually, I’m glad to hear that. I was hoping it would have this effect.”

Nodding, you smiled ear to ear, happy to know your words mattered, “ we’re a good team and the coolest pilot to ever pilot- I mean what more could the Vice Admiral wants?”

“ Well, the Vice Admiral isn’t too pleased with me being the instructor for this mission, so you might want to say that to him but I’m happy to hear that according to you I’m the coolest pilot to ever pilot.”

Hearing his laugh made you feel like you had just made an accomplishment you were proud of, “ it’s true, that mission might be a suicide mission but with you making sure we’re ready for it, it feels like we might all come back in one piece.”

“ You will all come back alive. No one is going to be left behind.”

“ That’s not how they presented the mission before you showed up.”

Even in the dim light, you could tell how serious Maverick’s face was now as the conversation had taken a serious turn, “ I’m training all of you to accomplish the mission but also to come back.”

“ It’s alright Maverick, I don’t mind the sacrifice if the mission is a success- we all knew it was a possibility when we joined the navy.”

_____

The days were going by way faster than expected and slowly, the set date for the mission was arriving. You weren’t stressed about it, knowing that you’d be ready for the mission on time but today was different.

It was a sad day for the navy, the four stars Admiral Kazansky had passed away after loosing his battle against his cancer. The group formed for the secret mission was his last decision and for that, all of you would be attending his funeral.

You had always hated goodbyes and even if you had only met the Admiral once in the past, it made you incredibly sad to be at his funeral today. It wasn’t the first funeral you were attending of course, but it wasn’t getting easier by any means.

After one last homage to the Admiral and the coffin buried, people went to pay their respects and left to let the family mourn the loss of their loved one.

Staying afar to not bother or disrupt the family, you waited until they all left to join your captain. Holding your hat in your hands, you slowly made your way to the Amiral’s grave where Maverick was, it broke your heart to see him standing still, trying to deal with the reality of his friend being gone.

Maybe you were crossing a line by doing this but you couldn’t help it, you didn’t want Maverick to feel alone to deal with the pain- gently putting a hand on his shoulder, you said, “ I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“ Thank you. I went to visit him a few days ago and I knew it was coming but not this soon.”

“ I know it doesn’t ease the pain to tell you this but he is at peace now and doesn’t suffer anymore.”

“ I know. It’s just hard to say goodbye.”

Nodding at him, nothing you’d say would make it better, only mourning and acceptance would but you knew there was no time for that with what was coming.

At that moment, you thought that showing him your compassion, that you were here for him would be better than just saying it- that’s why you dared to hug him, unsure of what his reaction would be.

As Maverick didn’t seem to be against your move, you didn’t move, waiting for him to speak first and he did, not that long after, “ I don’t want to have to do that again.”

“ What? I’m sorry if this was too far, I thought-“

“ No, not that. I meant having to bury someone I care about, again.”

“ Oh.”

“ I don’t want to lose you, or anyone else during that mission.”

You would be lying if you said that your heart didn’t skip a beat when he said that, “ you said it yourself, you’re training us to come back home.”

“ And I know you, y/n. You’re just as reckless as I am, always pushing the limit a bit further to see what might happen- you have to promise me to not do that this time.”

It was the first time you heard him use your name instead of your call sign and it felt so much more intimate, “ I won’t do anything stupid but you know I can’t make a promise about this mission.”

_____

After the Admiral Kazansky’s passing, things quickly got out of hands and time were running out. Firstly, you learned that Maverick wasn’t the one to train the group anymore but that was until he disobeyed the orders, borrowed one of the aircraft and showed the Vice Admiral that the mission could succeed.

That little stunt clearly wasn’t to the Vice Admiral’s liking but he had no other choice than to agree that the Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell was the only one fit to lead this mission to its success.

A part of you was thrilled to know that he would be leading the group by actually taking part of the mission, especially now that you had been chosen to go with him alongside Phoenix and Bob, and Rooster. But on the other hand, you were scared that he might have to see one of you not make it.

Tomorrow was the so awaited day as the set date had been advanced from three weeks, the enemy’s base was finishing the uranium- leaving you no other choice than to rush the mission before it would be too late.

Everyone had been given permission to go see their nearby family to say goodbye if they wished. Having no one to call or see, you just ended up sitting on one of the bar stool in The Hard Deck, sipping a cold beer as you were still dressed in the white uniform that felt too fancy to your liking.

You were in your own little bubble at that moment, not thinking about anything special but also not listening to any conversation that we’re going on inside the bar, it was just a background noise- you were just there to help pass the time before the mission.

But that was until you saw someone sit on the stool next to yours in the corner of your eyes, you didn’t really pay attention, anyone could sit there- but when you heard the person asks for a drink, you turned your head on the side to see Pete sitting there, wearing the same uniform as you.

“ I’m surprised to see you here tonight.”

You shrugged, it wasn’t a secret that you had no close friends or family around but you didn’t talk about it much neither, “ where else would I go? I have no one else than the team honestly.”

“ I didn’t see you as the lonely type, you seem to go along well with everyone.”

“ Well, I do have friends, I guess everyone in the group can be considered as friends but they all went to see their families, close friends or partners.”

The captain nodded at you, while thanking Penny for the beer, “ I get it, I don’t have much friends neither, they’re either too far away or gone.”

“ At least we don’t have to say goodbye to anyone- I don’t even think my family would care if I don’t come back.”

“ Why would you say such a thing?”

Chuckling bitterly, it was one of the first time you were opening up to someone about why you weren’t speaking to your family anymore, “ we don’t talk anymore, well they don’t want to talk to me anymore- they never accepted that I chose this career’s path.”

“ I’m so sorry to hear that. For what it’s worth, I would care if you didn’t come back.”

“ Thanks, that means a lot to me.”

After these words, a comforting silence settled between the two of you, there wasn’t much to say honestly- at least, without getting too personal. You had been avoiding any kind of personal conversations lately, especially with Maverick, fearing that you might have a slip up and accidentally say that you developed feelings for him.

Finishing your drink, you slid the amount you had to pay on the counter for Penny, wishing her a goodnight, you jumped off of your stool, “ good night Mav.”

“ Already going to sleep, y/n?”

“ Who said I was going to sleep? I’m going for a walk, enjoy the night before tomorrow, you know?”

“ May I come with you?”

You nervously laughed at his question, not sure why he would want to accompany you when he probably had better things to do. Shrugging as you headed to the exit, you replied, “ i don’t own the beach, you can come if you want.”

It didn’t take long before you were joined by Pete- you had barely gotten the time to walk down the stairs to the sand. There weren’t many people on the beach since it was the night, that’s what you enjoyed the most, no one to disturb your little peaceful moment.

“ Tell me what you’re thinking about?”

At that moment, you were glad that the darkness was covering how embarrassed you looked, it was an innocent question but felt so intimate, “ honestly? i’m wondering if this is my last night on Earth. I’ll miss this.”

“ Miss what?”

“ All of this- going on a walk at night, the beach, looking at the sky and the stars, and- well, you.”

You could barely see Maverick’s face in the dim light outside, yet you could discern a smile on his face as if he had been waiting or hoping for you to say something along those lines.

Staying silent, not sure what you could add, especially without knowing what he was thinking at that moment, you were surprised when one of Maverick’s hand gently brushed back a strand of hair that was falling in front of your eyes, “ this is not your last night, we will have plenty of nights like this after the mission. ”

“ We?”

“ Yes, we- if you want this too.”

“ Of course, I want this too but isn’t it wrong? I know the rules and we’re not on the same rank.”

“ They don’t have to know, we’re only assigned for that one mission together, they won’t care after.”

Thinking about it, Pete was right- once the mission would be over and successfully, they wouldn’t care about it, actually they just wouldn’t have to find out, “ you’re right, let’s just wait until the mission’s over so they won’t have to say a thing.”

“ Let’s do that, then.”

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t surprised that Pete agreed with you this easily, you were almost disappointed and even ended up adding, “ but one kiss can’t hurt, right?”

It was just like you both thought the same thing at the same time- it didn’t take more than a blink of an eye for Pete to cup your cheeks with his hands and seal his lips with yours.

~~~~~

The day you all had been training for had finally arrived and you were dreading the moment you’d head back to the carrier after launching the missiles. You had learned today that you’d be teaming up with Pete while Phoenix and Bob along with Rooster would be behind.

You were all set to get into your jet, you just had to wait for the green light to do so, while waiting, helmet in your hands, you were watching the waves loudly crash against the carrier, telling yourself that everything was going to go as planned.

“ Are you ready, y/n?”

Putting your helmet on and securing it, you smiled at Pete, wanting to look confident and reassuring, “ as i’ll ever be.”

“ Be careful, alright?”

“ As much as you will be.”

Now this wasn’t the most reassuring answer you could have given but it was the most truthful you could give. It seemed like it was enough for Pete as he nodded before walking to the aircrafts by your side.

Taking a last deep breath, you climbed inside your jet and got ready to fly. As soon as you were all given the green light, the four jets left the carrier to head to the mountains where the target was located.

When you all got to the mountains, Pete and you followed quite easily the path that had been planned all those weeks ago but Rooster and Phoenix weren’t following close enough as neither of you could see the pair behind.

Through the shared comms, you could hear Phoenix trying to push Rooster to speed up to catch up on the two of you. It was no secret that Rooster had problems with overthinking when he was flying, it had already happened a couple of times during the training.

Pushing the button of the comms, you wanted to try to snap your friend out of his overthinking state, “ hey Rooster, remember what I told you when you asked me how I never hesitated while flying?”

You hated how you were met with silence, there was no one to blame for, only hope that Rooster was listening, “ I told you that I didn’t think, only trusted my guts. I know you can do the same.”

After a few more seconds of silence, you all could hear Rooster’s voice again, “ copy, y/c/s.”

All you could do now was pray that Rooster, Phoenix and Bob would be able to catch up on Maverick and you right in time before the mission would fail.

It didn’t take long for Maverick and you to launch the first missiles and get away from the zone- the second part of the ground was late, and every second passing by was stressing you out a bit more.

However, when Rooster confirmed that the missile had been successfully launched into the uranium enrichment facility, you were all relieved that the mission had been successful- all you needed to do now was head back to the carrier.

That’s when the mission went south, Rooster ran out of anti-missile countermeasures before being able to stop the last incoming SAM on him, which meant he was about to be shot down.

You couldn’t let that happen, not when you could try to prevent it- it all happened so quickly that you barely heard your team telling you not to do it when you took the hit meant for Rooster. The missile came with such an impact on your jet that you were almost knocked out, the last thing you remembered doing was ejecting yourself before the jet crashing down.

When you regained consciousness, you had no clue to where you were, grunting you took off your heavy equipment that would be of no use anymore and started to wander around hoping to find something, whatever it would be.

Your mind was foggy and your sight blurry at times, your body was aching all over the place but you couldn’t tell if there was a visible injury. You didn’t know what you expected when you sacrificed your jet, but clearly, it wasn’t this.

It’s only when your sight became a bit clearer that you noticed thick dark smoke coming from not too far- as if another aircraft that crashed, but you were pretty sure Rooster had no damage when you were shot down.

Rushing to the site of the potential other crash, as quick as your body could allow you at this moment, you could tell what remained of the jet wasn’t Rooster’s but Maverick’s jet. You didn’t understand what had happened, when you had been shot down he was ahead and couldn’t have been shot down too.

Frowning, you scanned with your eyes the scenery around you in hope to find something, some kind of clues- and luckily you did when you noticed Pete’s parachute that had been left behind. Following the same direction, you looked everywhere in hope to find him.

Which you did a few minutes later, even if it felt like it had been over an hour already, it wasn’t easy to see with the wind and the snow but you could tell it was him for afar. Jogging towards him, you called his name, “ wait, mav!”

While you were still catching up on him, you saw him stop right away and turn to your direction, “ y/n? oh my god!”

As soon as you were close enough, you jumped in his arms, relieved to see him alright- for a second, you didn’t care that you were on an enemy’s territory anymore, “ what happened?how could you get shot down? you were leading the group!”

“ I went back, I wanted to look for you but got shot down right away.”

“ That was very stupid of you.”

“ So was taking the missile for Rooster.”

Breaking the embrace, you cocked your head on the side, it wasn’t stupid to save your friend’s life, “ it wasn’t! I saved my friend’s ass and you should be happy about it, I know he is your family.”

“ You could’ve died too and I would’ve lost the love of my life- that doesn’t make it any better!”

“ Tha- wait, what?”

Before Pete could reply, you both heard and saw an helicopter come to your way- and it wasn’t send here to save you, “ run!”

You did as Pete said and started to run as quickly as your legs allowed you, when the helicopter fired at the both of you, you took cover behind a fallen tree or something like that.

Now that the helicopter was facing you, ready to fire, you knew it was the end, there was nothing you could do to escape, yet instinctively, Pete shielded you in hope it would be enough to protect you- in the end, it wasn’t necessary as the helicopter was miraculously shot down in front of your eyes.

Chucking as you saw it was your friend coming to save Pete and you, you had never been this happy to see him, “ holy shit Rooster!”

The joy you felt at that moment was shortened when, after you could just exchange a relieved smile with Pete, Rooster was shot down by a SAM. The pain you saw in Pete’s eyes was something you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

All you could do now was run into the forest, where Rooster had seemingly crashed and pray to find him in one piece and alive. No matter how much you tried, keeping up with Pete’s pace was impossible.

When you finally caught up on him, he had found Rooster and was already arguing with him about how stupid it had been to come back- funny for someone who had done the same thing not long before.

Hands on your knees, your lungs were on fire as you were trying to catch your breath, “ when I told you to trust your guts- that’s not what I meant.”

“ Yeah well too late for that but a thank you would be nice.”

“ Thanks,” looking at Pete, you asked, “ what do we do now?”

“ I might have an idea.”

When Pete said he had an idea, you didn’t think it implied heading to the enemy’s facility and steal a jet to escape, Rooster wasn’t a big fan of the idea but there was literally nothing else you could do.

So here you were, hiding and spying on the facility with some binoculars to find a good enough jet to steal- well you’d need two jets to all get back to the carrier.

“ There are two F-14A Tomcat, they’re not going to be used by them- it’s our chance to escape.”

Scrunching your nose at Pete’s idea, you doubted that those jets were still functioning, “ they’re ancient and we’re not even sure they’ll work.”

“ Got a better idea?”

“ Not really.”

“ Then we’re doing it.”

No sooner said than done, the three of you infiltrated the facility and got into the local that kept the two aircrafts. It had been decided that you’d be on the same jet as Pete while Rooster would fly on his own but would be limited to half of the jet’s capacity as it was a two pilots aircraft.

After getting the two jets ready for the escape, you all sat at your decided seat and buckled up to leave this place. While the takeoff was successful and you were trying to contact the carrier, the enemy was quick to send three Su-57s after you.

To say this was the most intense dogfight you had ever lived was the understatement of the century, and if it wasn’t for Hangman coming to save the three of you from the third Su-57s, none of you would have made it back to the carrier.

As soon as you difficultly landed back on the carrier, the three of you were celebrated for the successful mission and coming back alive. You watched from afar with a smile as Rooster and Pete finally made up and hugged- you were glad that they finally made peace, knowing how much Rooster meant for Pete.

While Rooster left to celebrate with the rest of the team and the deck crew, you were joined by Pete not long after, “ are you alright?”

“ I think so.”

“ You’re bleeding.”

To accompany his words, Pete examined your most likely busted eyebrow- besides scratches and bruises all over your body, it was the only wound you had- you had been extremely lucky considering your crash, “ it’s nothing much. It doesn’t even hurt that much.”

“ You need to get this checked.”

“ It’s okay, really-”

Pete’s right hand gently stroked your cheek as he looked at you right in the eyes, “ it’s not okay, no. I almost lost you today.”

“ Ma- Pete, I’m here and I’m alright, thanks to you, and Rooster.”

Wrapping your arms around the pilot, it felt nice to feel safe again after this horrible turn of events- after all that happened, you felt at home in his arms.

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