#but better safe than sorryyyy

[chrollohearttags]

detective!eren getting a call from his subordinates that they have a suspect in custody, name dropping him to get out of being arrested. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see that the perp in question is none other than private investigator!(y/n), who’s being detained for sneaking into an prohibited area without a warrant or jurisdiction. He’s pissed but truly not surprised. It’s not the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds on your relentless crusade to justice and finding the truth. And if he were being honest, you had your work cut out for you when it came to getting clues but you did it effortlessly each time. But never had you gotten yourself in this type of hot water. Against his better judgment, he takes you off his hands. “I’ll take her, thanks guys.” Giving you his signature scowl before grasping your arm and hauling you off to his undercover service car; a grey Dodge Challenger with dark tinted windows. Lights and bars surrounding the exterior. But he had seemingly forgotten one minor detail: his incompetent officers FORGOT to put you in cuffs. Something he learns too late when he puts you in the backseat and as he’s driving along, lecturing you…(y/n) decides to have a little fun.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, (y/n). That’s a gang hideout. What the hell were you thinking?” Obviously more disappointed and upset than he was angry. But you weren’t listening to a word. Rather, you were right back up to your devious antics. Giving him a pout and fluttering those big fluffy lashes. “I’m sorryyyy, muffin. But this is really important, I had to..” obviously, he’s not interested in apologies. He just wants you to be careful. To be more vigilant and safe. “Yeah, whatever. This time, it was a call about you getting arrested. I don’t wanna get one saying you’ve been hurt or worse. Got it?” Chastising you like a child..but you’re not listening. “Yes..I hear you.” Hell, you’re doing the exact opposite. He could see you shuffling around in the backseat, chewing profusely at your lower lip. Stealing occasional glances out of the rear view mirror at you. “Hey, what are you doing back there? Sit down.” “I’m not doing anything.” That stern voice ringing out, and only making you want to misbehave more. You didn’t utter a word, but rather..began feeling yourself up in the backseat. It wasn’t lost in him that you were unusually quiet. Or your choice in attire for the day. A skimpy two piece and a pair of sneakers. Not efficient for investigative work at all but it was your style and you weren’t changing for anyone. A few more minutes would past before traffic came to a halt and he glanced back up again to see your tube top ruffled around your stomach, panties shuffled to your ankles and those legs spread wide. “(Y/N)! What the fuck are you doing?! Knock it off..” but he knew better than to trust that. Deviance was your speciality and you were about to make his job..and dick much harder! “Why? You’re the one looking at me, pervert.” Taunting as you began massaging your nipples, along with rubbing that swollen clit. Fingertips spreading that pink and brown flesh open..even making smacking noises on instinct. “You’re going to pay for this shit, I swear.” And you’re hoping he makes good on that promise. Having been craving and missing him for days but your busy schedules didn’t permit it sometimes.

continuing to play with yourself in the backseat; moaning and rubbing your pussy for his viewing pleasure. Slipping a finger inside of that tightness..stretching it out as he was forced to listen and watch the little spectacle from behind the wheel. Those sweet little cries ringing out of earshot, along with pleas for him to pull over and take you right here. “Fuck…’feels so good..but I bet you’ll feel better.” Meanwhile, his cock wouldn’t stop pulsating and twitching from the confines of his slacks. “I should charge your ass with indecent exposure, (y/n). You’re pushing it..” but at that point, you could care less. So as long as he came back there and handled you. “I thought I was going to pay for it. Or are you all talk, pretty boy detective? A real man would’ve put me in my place now.” Mouthing off whilst still riding those digits, buried knuckle deep in that squelching core. Cream and juices leaking everywhere, including the leather seats. Shoving another set of fingers between your own jaws, you’d drum up a string of spit and lubricate those already soaking folds until you worked yourself into an orgasm..drenching his seat in squirt and then laughing as if it were all a big joke. He was heated!..but far more horny than anything. So it came as no surprise when he finally got a break and took a backroad to an abandoned alleyway, where he could do as he pleased. Including finally restraining you and having his way!

shuffling to the backseat to place you on all fours where he unfasten his pants and shoved your head into his lap. Sloppily fucking your mouth while letting his fingers slip into that spasming cunt. So needy and wet for him.. “..you’re such a little slut, you know that? Always getting me in fucking trouble.” Of course. That’s why you love me.” Both of you breaking into laughter before his were interrupted by heavy grunts. All due in part to you massaging his balls, and suckling his tip. But you wouldn’t get the upper hand on him as he slapped your ass and forced you on top of him, bound wrists and all. And you’d have to work for a nut if you wanted it! Letting you ride him as he sat back and let you put all that energy you had to good use. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all down his shaft..and your legs began to get tired in this position! However, he was going to make you pay for all your distractions and foolishness in some form or fashion. Why bother with all that red tape and paperwork when he could just stretch that pretty pussy instead? From heavy backshots, forcing you to clutch the door handle.. “Shit, you’re so tight. Has it really been that long, baby?” “Yes, can’t you tell I missed you?” To breeding you in a makeshift missionary that made him bury his face into your neck. “I—I need a break…you win.” whimpering as you pressed a hand to his chest, practically breathless. But he’d only stare with a smug grin and slap your backside once again. “It’s this or a holding cell, sweetheart. Your choice.”

and it was obvious which one you wanted! Pulling him back down into a kiss..

“Like you could ever get away from me that easily.”

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[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 14

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: Larissa opens up.

words: ~ 1.7k | ao3 link in title

chapter-specific warnings/content: angst adjacent? conversations (lots of dialogue, sorryyyy)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Larissa must have seen the anxiety flash across your face for she quickly began to backtrack, her eyes widening.

“Not like that, darling, it’s alright.” She offered out a hand - you accepted it gratefully and she gave it a tight squeeze before linking your fingers together, her thumb tracing soothing circles over your knuckles.

A heavy silence shrouded the room like a veil - Larissa seemed unsure where to begin, and you were unsure how to encourage her to continue, your stomach churning uneasily. Larissa let out a deep breath and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m afraid I don’t know where to start,” she said eventually with a nervous laugh.

You offered her a soft smile and propped your head up on your hand.

“Umm… how about with Morticia - you did want to talk about her, right?” Larissa nodded and you continued. “When did you guys meet?”

A heavy sigh escaped Larissa’s lips and her eyes darted briefly about the room - you waited patiently as she seemed to collect her thoughts.

“We met on my first day at Nevermore, when we became roommates. I was thirteen. I remember stepping into my room and there was Morticia, hanging up a poster on medieval torture methods.”

You scrunched your brows together, earning yourself a chuckle from the blonde. “She’s always been… unique, in that aspect.”

“So that’s where her daughter gets it from…” You recalled the strange girl from the Weathervane and wondered how much Morticia would have been like her as a teenager.

A crease formed between Larissa’s brows and her lips quirked up into a half-smile. “You’ve met Wednesday?”

“Briefly…” you muttered. “She kind of creeped me out.”

This pulled a genuine laugh from Larissa’s throat. “Her mother was just like her at that age. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. She was charismatic, confident. She made friends wherever she went - everyone really liked her.”

“You did, too,” you pointed out, and Larissa sighed. 

“I did, too.”

“So… what happened between you?”

“We became friends - best friends. We did everything together. I suppose, in hindsight, it was for the best that we drifted apart… no matter how good I was, Morticia was always just that much better. But I didn’t see it like that back then… I just wanted to be her friend. And when we were together, I felt special. I felt alive.” 

You swallowed thickly - even if it was far in the past, it still wasn’t easy hearing Larissa talk about Morticia like this. Your gaze urged Larissa to continue, however - you could sense it was important for her to open up to you and you wanted her to feel safe with you, no matter how much it made your stomach burn with jealousy.

“Eventually, it turned into something more than friendship. We would hold hands and kiss… I-” Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut, her brow furrowing and a frown growing on her face. “I lost my virginity to her. And then one day, she just started seeing a boy in our class, and that was that. She made it clear that I didn’t mean as much to her as she did to me.”

A bitter snort escaped Larissa’s lips and she opened her eyes - the vulnerability written across her face made your heart clench, and you gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.

“I was devastated. We graduated, went our separate ways. The last time I saw Morticia was at her wedding, which she so kindly invited me to. High school sweethearts, I believe one would call it. A few months later, she called to tell me she was pregnant. Then I didn’t hear from her again until she decided to enroll Wednesday at Nevermore.”

“Larissa, I-”

“As it turns out, Morticia was just the first in a long line of women who could decide, from one day to the next, that I meant nothing to them.”

Larissa’s somber tone made your heart crack a little, and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “You mean everything to me, Riss,” you whispered into her skin.

The blonde’s gaze dropped quickly to the bedsheets, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones and her lip quivering just the slightest bit.

“Larissa.” You extricated your hand from hers to cup her cheek, urging her to meet your gaze. “I’m so sorry. I…” You felt your words get caught on the lump in your throat, tears stinging at the backs of your eyes. Larissa’s pupils were wide and her eyes were glassy, her breathing turning shallow as she stared back at you. “I wish I could say or do something to change what you went through.”

Larissa shrugged, blinking rapidly to keep tears at bay. “It’s happened. It’s in the past.”

“But it’s still hurting you.”

“Morticia managed to reopen some old wounds,” she muttered with a sad smile.

“Is she the one who called you that night?” you whispered, your stomach clenching. You didn’t want to pry, but it was something that was still bothering you greatly.

“That was Sheriff Galpin, he’d called to inform me that Morticia had been arrested.”

“Wait - she what?”

Larissa smiled softly at your bewildered expression. “That, my love, is a long story. It’s since been sorted. But as I’ve said, that woman is a thorn in my side.”

You searched Larissa’s eyes, biting your lip nervously. “What about tonight? What’s going on up there?” You brushed a finger across Larissa’s temple to emphasize your point and she began to blush profusely. 

“I-I’m sorry… I think I got a little jealous,” she muttered, hiding her face in the crook of her arm.

“Jealous?” You furrowed your brow, wracking your brain for any memory of what she could mean. You’d been having a great time after all, just the two of you - oh. “What, you think I’d leave you for him?” you teased, keeping your voice light as you referred to the man who’d attempted (poorly) to flirt with you at the bar.

“Not for him,” Larissa murmured into her arm, still refusing to look at you.

“So in general, then?”

You were given a shy nod in return, and you pressed your lips to the top of Larissa’s head. “Why?” you whispered. “Why would I ever leave you?”

Larissa peeked up at you. “I don’t know what you see in me.” You were about to protest when she sucked in a deep breath and pressed on, her voice low and shaky. “I’m too old for you - you have your entire life ahead of you, a woman like me is only going to tie you down and burden you. You’ll resent me for it.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snorted, your heart constricting - Larissa had to know how madly in love you were with her. “You’re fucking amazing, Larissa. You’re smart and loving and capable, you’re drop-dead gorgeous, you’re funny as hell. If anything, you’re way out of my league.”

Larissa’s gaze was nothing short of incredulous, her cheeks flaming red. “I’m not out of anyone’s league. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Why me, then?” you countered with a raised eyebrow. “If you think you’re too old for me, then what’s to say I’m not too young for you?”

“I…” Larissa paused, the brief silence hanging heavily in the air as Larissa’s gaze bore into your own. “I must admit I’ve never been with someone so much younger than I am. And it wasn’t my… intention when we first met-”

“What was your intention then?”

Closing her eyes, Larissa swallowed nervously. “I found you extremely attractive. I was alone. I had time.”

“A quick fuck, then?” you asked matter-of-factly, trying to keep any judgment from your tone - trying to push Larissa into talking to you.

Larissa’s eyes flew open. “Don’t be crass, darling.” After a moment’s hesitation, she continued, choosing her words carefully. “But… yes and no. There was a… pull. I suppose I thought I was humoring you by giving you my number and asking you to have dinner with me, but I don’t think I could have stopped myself if I’d tried.”

“I have nothing to offer you, though.”

“Safety,” came Larissa’s immediate reply. “I feel safe with you. You are open-minded and loving, and I’ve never felt so at peace with another person before. You are intelligent and bright, I can talk to you and I am free to be myself around you. And that is a person who I have always been terrified of being - but you encourage it. Darling, you’ve already offered me the world. I’m just afraid I cannot give it to you in return - that perhaps you deserve more than a broken version of myself.”

“Jesus, Riss, don’t make me cry,” you teased, tears beginning to blur your vision. “You’re not broken. And you don’t have to be perfect, I don’t want that. I just want you to be yourself. Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I really like you the way you are.”

Larissa let out a wet chuckle as tears gathered in her own eyes, her lips spreading into a sheepish smile as she ducked her head back into the crook of her elbow. “I’m sorry. I’m being silly, aren’t I?”

“Having emotions isn’t silly,” you pointed out. “I just wish you wouldn’t worry so much. I’m not Morticia… though maybe,” you paused, your lips pulling into an impish grin, “I should send her a thank you card.” “Oh?” Larissa glanced up, her brows creased in confusion.

“I mean, think about it. If she hadn’t been such a bitch, you might’ve ended up together or something. That really would’ve sucked for me.”

The laugh you received from the blonde made your heart soar, and you leaned in to press your lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss - it was wet, and it tasted salty from her tears, and you pulled back to wipe her cheek with your thumb. 

“I couldn’t imagine wanting to be here with anyone but you, my love,” Larissa whispered affectionately.

“Good, because you’re mine,” you growled playfully, slinging an arm around her bare waist and tugging her closer. 

The dazzling smile that Larissa offered you in return made your heart feel ten times lighter.

x

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[fixfoxnox]

I know you have many Drabble lined up and I’m sorryyyy but the song Whiskey Lullaby is so good and aaaaa

It doesn’t remind me of Roach, well the tune and soft notes yes. The actual lyrics and meaning is very different, but I was wondering if like- I don’t know how to phrase stuff.

Try and write a little snippet maybe centered around the song with either RoachGhost or RoachSoapGhost?

It’s such a sad and bitter(sweet?) song. And it’s all I’ve been able to think about this last week ajxbajjsjxhshs

I know you said you were thinking tune and soft notes and not necessarily the meaning or lyrics so while I initially was going to write GhostRoach with Roach thinking Ghost was cheating on him with Soap (To match the song better), I'm using that to justify not writing that and writing something that would make me a little less mad but kinda fits with the not being able to live without each other theme of the song

Whiskey Lullaby

Ghost dies in Russia.

It's a sudden thing, his death. They're caught off guard when it happens and, later, when Roach is sobbing himself sick back home, he can't help but blame himself. Maybe if he'd paid more attention, maybe if he'd seen the signs, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

They're pushing up to one of Makarov's bases with the rest of the 141, it's a mission they've done time and time again. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of the ordinary until suddenly, over the massive walls of the base, they had six snipers pointed down at them, ready to take fire.

Somehow they'd known they were coming. They'd been patient. They'd waited until they were close to them with little to no cover before making themselves known.

Their team went scrambling with Captain MacTavish calling orders for them to fall back to the cover of the forest again before opening fire on the men. Roach does as he's told and only two members of their team are shot on the run back, evasive maneuvers throwing off the snipers well enough that they'd only lost two men. At least that was what Roach thought.

They tried to fight the snipers but at that point, the entire base knew they were there and men were running out to approach them at their cover. Men, dogs, guns. They were ordered to retreat, to rush back to their extraction zone.

Roach ended up with Ghost and, though he noticed the other man was moving a bit slower than normal, he didn't think anything of it. At least he didn't think anything of it until, long after they'd lost the men trailing them, he watched Ghost take a tumble into the snow, crimson that was previously hidden by his dark clothes staining the white beneath him.

Roach had hardly been able to think when he collapsed next to him, his voice and hands frantic as he pressed over the wound, pulling Simon's mask up so that he could breathe better. The man was pale and his eyes were already hazy. He hadn't said a word, even as Roach begged him to talk, to do anything to keep himself conscious. He hadn't said a word. He'd just watched him with that soft look that was usually only reserved for their time alone.

There had been no pain on his face when his chest finally stopped rising. Roach had been screaming at that point, his voice hysterical as he tried desperately to find a pulse, as he shook the body of the dead man in front of him, begging him to come back to him. Nothing worked. Simon "Ghost" Riley was dead.

Captain MacTavish found them moments later and the look he'd given Roach when Roach begged him to do something was haunting. He knew what had happened. He knew there was nothing to be done.

He'd slung Simon's body gently over his shoulders and started off toward the plane, Roach following as sobs racked his numb body. When they were safe on the plane, when Simon's body was laid out before their entire team, Soap held Roach tightly as he sobbed and screamed. He didn't let go, even as tears of his own painted his face.

Roach dies in Brazil.

No one could say that it was too much of a surprise when it happened. They all knew that Roach hadn't been the same since Ghost's death. The months that it had taken him to come back to the team had been long and they'd all overheard one of Captain MacTavish's phone calls with the other man at one point or another. They knew that Roach was suffering.

And when he came back to the team, there was a period of calm. Of course, Roach was sad, of course, he was still suffering from Ghost's death, but for the most part, he was back to his normal self. Back to his normal bubbly self. That was until they'd gone on their first mission.

They all noticed it, of course, they did. Roach was being reckless, terribly reckless. Running into enemy fire without a care in the world, as though death was no longer something for him to fear. Soap had pulled him back from danger numerous times during the mission and he'd chewed him out something fierce once they were safe on their ride back to base, but everyone knew now. Everyone knew that Gary Sanderson had come back to the military to die.

They couldn't do anything, even Soap knew that. They could all see the stress that he was under because they couldn't do anything to stop Roach. They could try to keep him from getting himself killed, but they all knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before he died.

It happened in Brazil.

Roach had fallen from that roof and, for a moment, The entire team had feared that he was going to stay there and let himself be overwhelmed by the enemy force. They all shared a sigh of relief when he started running, they'd thought that they were in the clear.

When Roach made his jump to the chopper and they pulled him up onto the floor before them, they knew they weren't in the clear. Roach had blood in his teeth and this dizzy sort of smile on his face. Blood was pooling from his side. Later, Soap would dimly think through the haze of loss that the shot was in the same exact place as the one that killed Ghost. Like some sort of sick fate connecting the two men.

Roach died on the floor of the helicopter, a smile on his face as he stared off into the distance at something that none of them could see.

Perhaps the universe learned from that world. Perhaps it understood that you could not take one from the other and expect them to live with that. To continue living. Perhaps that is why, in every other universe, Ghost and Roach burn together.

#you asked luke #please don't hate me guys #ghostroach #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #this is like the only way that you will ever get dead roach from me

[iwannawritelots]

This is just a song for an aspect of Cinna (my MC)’s relationship with each of the babes. Obviously not too in depth but… hehe. Maybe I’ll do it more than once since I am self-shipping so hard… comfort… it’s difficult picking just one song for Barbatos and Simeon particularly lmao. ALSO if you’d want to do this too please tag me??? I love seeing this stuff shskdhd (my MC is polyamorous (demiromantic)

SPOILERS for season 3 in Dia’s section. I avoided explicit spoilers in Belphie and Simeon’s sections but Dia’s song only makes sense if the spoilers are said outright sorryyyy

Idk if this has been done before but like??? I like doing stuff with my MC… I blame my mutuals for making such good MC content (affectionate).

Lucifer💙

Monster - Adventure Time (feat. Olivia Olson & Half Shy)

This is definitely more from Lucifer’s perspective. In-game he definitely doesn’t like to be vulnerable, which is an issue between him and Cinna (a huge issue, frankly). He gets better with each season so I suppose this would be the aspect of him showing affection more clearly over time.

Mammon💛

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato

Definitely from Mammon’s perspective lmao. Mammon is a tsundere with MC in-game but has been described as basically a sex god in the past so he clearly only acts ridiculous when he likes someone (and has conflicting feelings) like he seems to in game. He wants to impress them, but kind of makes a fool of himself in the process quite often. Denying his feelings (whether because that’s just how he processes romantic feelings or because of fear of another Lilith-like event) is his go-to, though he is well aware he is in love. He wants Cinna to say something first, but they don’t fall in love nearly as fast as he does. Mammon’s frustration is real. (Sorry Mammon.)

Leviathan🧡

Malfunction - Steam Powered Giraffe

There’s literally no escaping anxiety for either of these two, but as Cinna is better learning to take care of themself, Levi is being taken into this as well (this goes for Barbatos and Asmodeus too, frankly, but this section isn’t about them). Cinna won’t let Levi get away with negative self-talk, and they expect him to call them out when they slip up as well. Accepting their own issues is key here, and Cinna is dragging Levi kicking and screaming if they have to at a certain point tbh.

Satan💚

Home - Cavetown

Both perspectives, I think. Satan and Cinna bond a lot after Cinna learns to adjust to his wrath, and Cinna confides in him about their mental illness/trauma, gender dysphoria, and feeling broken before anyone else. They both share conflicting feelings towards Lucifer, and have identity issues (for different reasons of course). Of course, they also share a love of literature and cats (and vengeance). They feel they can rely on each other, even if at first Cinna is a bit on edge with Satan. It’s a bit surprising (or perhaps not) that Asmodeus was the first to be romantically involved with Cinna.

Asmodeus💘

Boys Like You - Dodie

This is from both sides. Asmodeus definitely would believe Cinna is only interested because of his status of avatar of lust, and Cinna definitely would think Asmodeus is only interested because they’re an easy target (in the beginning of their relationship). They would be sexually involved first before Cinna ends up realizing they actually like Asmodeus romantically. It’s especially a slow burn romantically since sexual and romantic attraction aren’t necessarily related for either of them (plus it seems like Asmodeus isn’t even used to someone being genuinely interested in him).

Beelzebub❤️

The Jam Song - Steven Universe (feat. Zach Callison and Grace Rolek)

These two aren’t particularly close, but Beel becomes a safe space for Cinna nonetheless. They can hang out in company and Cinna might teach Beel cute little songs (like this one haha) once they’re comfortable enough.

Belphegor💜

Change Your Mind - Steven Universe (feat. Zach Callison)

Both sides…? Mostly Cinna considering lesson 16. They end up being unable to stand Belphegor no matter how hard they try, though.

Lord Diavolo❣️

Heather - Conan Gray

From Diavolo’s perspective. By season 3, Cinna doesn’t really have any romantic interest in him at all, so his confession is… rejected, unfortunately. Dia is constantly watching them be involved with others, even his butler, but they won’t give him that kind of love. Of course, Cinna wants to be his friend, so there’s that!

Barbatos🖤

Dasher - Gerard Way (feat. Lydia Night)

Both sides but mostly from Barbatos’ perspective. Wanting attention, wanting the love that Cinna seems to have, but unable to get himself to grasp it (at first). They definitely are slow burn altogether since Cinna gets super nervous about Barbatos, and Barbatos isn’t sure how Cinna feels. They both think about each other a lot until they end up actually addressing their feelings for each other, which ends up becoming an improvement for both of them.

Simeon🤍

Stiff Kittens - Blaqk Audio

This is kinda weird tbh…? It’s like a push and pull of both perspectives. Lesson 16 and lesson 38 (& 75) make them both change for better or worse, and as time goes on they feel different but intertwined with each other all the same. They become closer through their respective hurdles and have in some ways abandoned their expectations given by each other as well as those surrounding them. Their love remains despite it all.

Solomon🤎

Build a Little World with Me - Laura Shigihara

Both perspectives…? Probably more Solomon. They both end up closer because they’re humans, but also Cinna becoming Solomon’s apprentice. With the fact that Cinna is mortal (for now…), Solomon has to accept they are temporary in his life. He feels happier having someone in his life for genuine companionship, and Cinna loves his company. Solomon’s romantic feelings are on the back burner because of Cinna’s mortality (and apparent lack of romantic interest in him).

Mephistopheles💟

Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost

They probably really piss off each other at first, not gonna lie. His pride is somehow not worse than Lucifer’s but it’s a whole different kind of pride and it makes Cinna fucking apeshit. They get to know him better and eventually start to like him quite a bit, but Mephisto seems indifferent towards them at best.

Raphael💔

The Piano Duet - Danny Elfman

I really wanted to keep them all with lyrics but honestly I think this fits Raphael and Cinna well. Raphael slowly letting Cinna in, getting comfortable with them, and eventually they’re romantically involved (probably past season 4). Bonding over small things and admiring each other in small ways until it’s possibly something more.

Thirteen❤️‍🩹

She’s so Mean - Matchbox Twenty

I literally had to rely on the scraps of Thirteen they gave us in season four and my headcanons for this decision. She had the least amount of screentime of the new three ugh. Anyways, I feel like this fits Cinna and Thirteen! Thirteen is a bit sassy and always making traps and trying to kill Solomon. Cinna frankly just finds her interesting honestly. They might get involved at some point but in-game stuff isn’t helping a lot here.

#cinnaroll #obey me! one master to rule them all #iwannawritelots

[isaspsp]

So. Back in May I had a dream I wanted to transform into a comic but it didn't have any context to be into (it was gonna be JUST angst) and it was haunting me.

The original idea is that Marinette is extremelly worried Chat is just gonna throw his civilian self in front of some non Akuma related BIG danger, and that'd mean she wouldn't be able to bring him back with the cure. Very sad. Very angst.

That is when @sabertoothwalrus ' all left au comes in. Cus like that almost what happens. Like almost, close enough.

So Mari pours all of her emotions in her diary and a couple months later badabim badabum a chopped of arm. :D He ain't dead, so Mari counts it as a big win (and they defeat Halk Moth, so big win there too)

#ml #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #all left au #ml all left au #it didnt endup bring as sad as I wanted #and I had to hold myself to not redraw the first strip #i was rusty #comics #comic #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien #adrian #i bwlive it's wirh an e #but better safe than sorryyyy

[stvrslight-a]

HELP THE WEAK ; FIGHT THE STRONG !!

TL;DR: Ephemer is an independent private eye who helps Sora’s gang by providing them with information that he gets a hold of. Current goals are to expose the secrets of the corrupt government and solve the mystery behind a disappearing girl !

Disclaimer: Foundation of this verse belongs to @lightmimic who owns my entire goddamn soul.

      We all seek a purpose in life. For some that purpose is being a mother, and for others its removing waste off the streets — sometimes with a shovel, sometimes with guns, and sometimes, in Ephemer’s case, with information. At first, he finds this life through being a cop, starry-eyed and full of idealism on how he’s going to help the world. He makes friends with a fellow officer with dark hair and similar ideas to him named Skuld. They make a good team — the best team — as they gradually move up the ranks as partners. Life is good; life is great. They become detectives, and he thinks it’s all he ever wanted, but in reality that was when it all fell apart.

      He wanted to save the world. He wanted to solve the unsolvable and bring justice to those that deserve it, but the real world doesn’t leave room for such goals, such naivete. The real world is grim, corrupt, and he finally learns this from the seat of a detective. The higher ups don’t care about justice; they don’t care about seeing murderers and con artists thrown behind bars. No. They only care about the money lining their pockets. His work leads to nothing more than criminals going free and the rich getting richer with little regard to the little folk. He can’t stand it, but at that point he was in too deep. He couldn’t see a way out.

      But then he gets a case. He’s to sniff out names and addresses of all the members of the leading branch of the local Yakuza. The city is practically run by the Yakuza, and it didn’t take a genius to know that this request probably came from the opposing gang, The Organization. Ephemer had never been want for getting in the middle of gang wars, but he knew it would do him no favors to decline the case ( can’t save the world with your head on a pike and your body in the river, can you ? ), so he sets out with all the enthusiasm of a man at the end of his rope.

     It isn’t long before he meets Xion, a young woman also wound taut at the end of her rope as she tries desperately to set herself free from the Organization’s grasp. Their meeting is small, fleeting, but it is just enough to allow Ephemer a front row seat to her escape. It is this very sequence of events that causes him pause in his mission. The Yakuza family she flees to is the very same that he is meant to be targeting. Should he continue, Xion would surely wind up back with the Organization, or mayhaps even find a fate far worse. He couldn’t be the cause of that. He refused to be.

     So he offered himself to Sora, the son of the onna-oyabun and heir to the Yakuza leadership, hoping that he would show him the same compassion he had shown Xion ( if not compassion, maybe the information he offered up on the force and rival gang was enough incentive ). Thankfully it worked well, and Ephemer finally had the protection he needed to turn in his badge and go solo. Unfortunately, this also meant he had to leave Skuld. She was a lawful creature and he’d now found himself in a lawless world, even if it was in the name of truth and justice. She wouldn’t leave with him, and he couldn’t even bring himself to try and convince her. He wishes he could say that they parted on amicable terms, but there’s an inevitable tenseness when you bail on a trusted partner and they don’t agree with your decisions. Still, maybe it’s better this way. It has to be better this way.

     Now a free agent, Ephemer was free to do things his own way. As thanks for their protection and assistance in his private cases, Ephemer continued to provide information to Sora’s gang whenever something of relevance came up ( largely things regarding Xion and her safety ). He refuses to fully pledge himself to any sort of organization again, but Sora’s gang is the first thing he’s had to a true family in a very long time, and both sides know where the other’s loyalties lie at the end of the day.

     One day, a mysterious letter comes to Ephemer. It’s a case, the details written in flowery penmanship and the file smelling faintly of cherry blossoms ( it reminds him of an old friend; mayhaps that’s why he cared about it at all ). Apparently a girl named Strelitzia has gone missing and nobody is giving her the time of day. It seems simple enough, but what the detective expects to be a short case with a body waiting at the end of it turns out to be a much grander pyramid scheme. At first, every lead winds up a dead end. More people go missing, including another of his oldest friends ( a quiet individual, but one who means the world to him regardless ). Now it’s personal. He drowns himself in the case. Obsessing. Agonizing. He starts sounding like a madman conspiracy theorist to his friends, but he knows — he knows there’s something to all of this. Something has to give.

     And something does.

     There’s whispers on the streets. Something called The Dandelions that can take you away from this world and all its problems. This piques Ephemer’s attention. How could it not ? He digs deeper, eventually finding that The Dandelions are a group of people obsessed with discovering how to move from one ‘universe’ to another. They use some sort of drug or chemical called Lux to attempt this, but instead of their desired effect of travel, all it winds up doing is erase the user’s memories. The leaders of The Dandelions, known only as the Foretellers, repeat the process on all those that they manage to conscript over and over and over again, desperate to achieve their goal. It’s absolutely crazy, Ephemer thinks, a full blown cult taking hold of the city !! And sure enough, his very own friend is within the hundreds of victims of this scheme. He has a gut feeling that his missing girl is probably connected as well.

     Unfortunately he was unable to do much upon this discovery. There was only one of him and too many of them, and, sure enough, they were backed by the corrupt government of the city. If he wanted to do anything about this, he’d need friends, and he’d need to dig up the problem from the roots. He needs to discover the identity of the Foretellers and find if there is anyone leading them. His sights are set high, his idealism driving him into uncertain, dangerous territory, but he’s too far in to back out now. Skuld, Xion, Sora — everyone ! They could scold him for endangering himself as much as they’d like, but if no one else was going to do something about this, then it was up to him.

     This would be his atonement. This would be how he could save the world.

#*✶｡ — help the weak; fight the strong :: verse ( yakuza ) #*✶｡ — perhaps he loved mysteries so much he became one :: headcanons #gang TW #drugs TW #cult TW #violence TW #idk if all of those are necessary but better safe than sorryyyy #1.2k words b y e #games: dandelions are a good / me: dandelions are a c u l t

[animebixches]

How the GOM w/ Kagami would react to you in lingerie

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Akashi

He’d honestly love it

He’d treat you like the queen you are, and ravish when you would take the time to wear fancy clothes for him

“Darling…”

He would slowly strip you, making sure to touch every part of your body

“Do you love how I touch you?” He’d smile when you’d shiver at his words

After fully stripping you, he’d make you spin around so he can admire your body

Expect PRAISE PRAISE AND MORE PRAISE

Midorima

He would most likely act indifferent towards it

Even still, he can’t deny the bulge in his pant as he stares at you

He’d silently thank Oha Asa because it IS Cancer’s lucky day

Let’s be honest, Midorima is a textbook lover, he’d spend so much time trying to think about how to pleasure you, he’d get too much inside his own head

But seeing you like that…he would act purely on instinct

He’d be careful not to rip your clothes off, but once they’re off, it’s a different story

Modorima would DEFINITELY eat you out until you couldn’t take it anymore, but once you think he’s done…

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Whoever said I was done?It is us Cancer’s lucky day, might as well use that.”

Aomine

Mans would literally tear the lingerie apart as soon as you walked in

“Aomine! I really liked those!”

“Do I look like I care? You should know better than to tempt me with that shit.”

Aomine will literally fuck you right then and there

He’d be slightly cocky about it too

“You’re already wet for me, hm?”

He would fuck you literally any and everywhere in the house

“I love how you look when you scream my name baby, you love this dick, huh?”

Expect praise but a LOT of degradation

“Fucking slut, you can’t even take all of my dick? Fucking pathetic.”

He’d have you trembling and unable to walk for at LEAST a few days

“Don’t wear that shit anymore.”

Kise

Kise would LOVE it

I honestly think he’d spend more time trying to take pictures of you in it, than actually doing anything

“Y/N-chii, you look so beautiful!”

He’d prolly make one of the pictures his home screen

You’d probably have to initiate the first move because he’d be too consumed in pictures and selfies

As soon as you do though…

Kise would most definitely love to fuck in front of the mirror

Nothing but praises

“Pretty baby…fuck…you’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.”

He’d definitely go faster when you’d call him daddy

Kuroko

Honestly? I have no clue

He’d probably just flush and refuse to make eye contact with you

Kuroko is definitely a sub, you can’t tell me different

You’d have to initiate everything and even still, he’d be shaking the entire time

All in all, the lingere would make it out safely

(I’m so sorry, I don’t know what Kuroko would be like sexually 😭 He’s too precious for that)

Kagami

MAN WOULD GO CRAZY

He would try not to hurt you or the lingerie, but he’s still probably accidentally rip it

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll buy you new ones!”

Kagami’s favorite position is 100% doggy

He lovessss to see your ass bounce on his dick

“Fuck baby, stop trynna run away”

He would 100% moan, groan, let out curses…this man has no shame, and wants you to hear how much he loves your pussy

He loves to see the ring of cream around the base of his dick, it almost pushes him over every time

“No one takes me as well as you do…no one makes me cum like you do…”

He’d roughly rub your clit while he’s fucking you

Expect multiple rounds, man has a lot of built up energy

Murasakibara

SAVED MY MANS FOR LAST OMG I LOVE HIM SM🤧🤧😩😩

Murasakibara would hate it honestly

“Y/N-chinnnn, you look beautiful but now it’s going to be even more work to get what I want…what a pain in the ass.”

He would literally rip it in half like it was a piece of paper

“Mukkun!”

“Sorryyyy…”

Murasakibara is a lazy lover, he doesn’t need to do much after all

Man 100% has a size kink

Nothing makes his harder than to see you struggle to ride him

“Need some help?”

He’d force you down, causing you to scream out in pleasure and pain.

His tip would absolutely bruise your cervix

Eventually he’d just pick you up and fuck you while standing up

PRAISE

He loves when you beg him to cum but he’d always edge you so he’s able to see you become more and more desperate

Definitely has a breeding kink

Loves to see you filled with his cum

Would make a game out of it for himself, tries to see how many times he can make you cum in an hour

LOVES TO EAT YOU OUT

He loves eating in general, can you really blame him?

Also loves to see you struggle to try and give him head, loves that you can’t fit all of him in your mouth

Says you’re his favorite snack, he can’t ever find something that tastes better than you

Definitely gets pussy drunk

All in all, an amazing experience

#murasakibara atsushi #anime #knb icons #knb #knb murasakibara #knb aomine #knb akashi #knb kuroko #knb kise #knb kagami #kagami taiga #kuroko's basketball #knb imagines #knb scenarios #knb smut #aomine smut #aomine icons #aomine x reader #x reader #murasakibara icons #murasakibara x reader #kise x reader #midorima shintarou #knb midorima #midorima x reader #kagami x reader #murasakibara smut #smut #anime smut

[reaperkiller]

😨🌙🙈🎁✏️🌪️ + jason!

LOTS OF RAMBLING SO IT'S UNDRR A READ MORE SORRYYYY

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. he's always ready to fight he probably just uses that as an excuse. maybe he's not even scared.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

because theres like. 2 very different paths for him in my mind (not that i cant decide im just. Video Game Planning in my brain. as you do), it's either being hellbent on revenge and doing anything to achieve it, or simply trying to stay alive and keep his family + friends safe even if that means isolating himself completely <3 love that for him

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

since he and my v are basically 2 sides of the same coin (their fates at the start are way too similar for me to want to make an entirely New oc so. v is the au version that only makes sense to me i guess Dont Worry About It) the answer is very much the same from yesterday. He Cannot Let People Know He Has Feelings And Simply Craves Love And Affection

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

always delighted to receive a good knife or two. even if it's extremely impractical or useless or whatever. if it looks pretty he wants it. he's a lot better at giving gifts than he thinks he is. he puts Way too much thought into everything he ever buys for anyone else so much so to the point where he Despises what he's getting them. until it turns out they love it and he's like. oh! i did good (:

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

oh i am thinking. i am thinking So hard about this. i do not have one specific answer but what i Do have is a playlist full of songs that make me think of him/have his Vibes. does that help. does that legally answer this question [plugging my oc playlists at every opportunity <3]

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

oh this is a VERY good question for him bc he's been through so so so many times,, at the very beginning when i first made what eventually became him roughly 10 years ago, it was a spirit of death kind of thing?? that was like. im so bored i hate it here im going to cause problems. it first took the form of a kid but the things it could do in that form were very limited. so it then took form of an old guy, who became like. the father figure of another oc. and later i made another oc who was possessed by a demon or. whatever idk. and at Some Point?? these two ocs morphed into one and jason came out at the other end and is almost Entirely different from the base concepts,, but ik in my art you can see when he started looking more and more like he does now which is cool actually. i also kind of recently revived the death spirit thing idea with ruthie bc i realised it was Very Fun and didnt want to abandon it after all

#OC ALEX #IVE BEEN WRITING THIS IN BITS ALL DAY HIII

[bucky-iss-bae]

My Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I started writing this at 11.30pm and its now 12.50am, I accidently wrote it. it was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be more than that. Sorryyyy. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Prompts: “Love is Stupid” – “Take my Jacket, its cold outside” – “I’ll walk you home” “Don’t look at me like that” 

Warnings: Possesiveness?? The slightest bit of smut that its actually incredibly tame. Also 100 spelling and grammer mistakes bc this is a rush job. 

Word count: 2075 (Sorry, I can’t write drabbles for shit lmao)

Masterlist 

Fandom list

Growing up and turning into adults with such a big group of friends meant weekly linkups at your local bar had slowly turned into fortnight linkups, and that slowly turned into only a few people turning up, and everyone hanging out properly probably once a month.

Some were starting families like Stark, or already had a family like Barton. Others were slowly getting into relationships, and only a few of you were single.

It was weird being single and watching everyone else fall in love, grow families, considering that you guys had been friends since high school, or for some since pre-school. It was weird watching some of your friends get into relationships with one another, or with others. Seeing Peggy and Steves relationship grow was a beautiful one, she was one of the strongest women you knew, even in high school, no one ever messed with her. Along with Buck and the rest of you, no one dared to mess with Steve before he hit puberty and ended up towering over everyone, and even being the star athlete in senior year.

The same went for Tony, some thought he would never settle down, but his heart always belonged to one person. Vision and Wanda had only recently gotten together, it was weird because they flirted and had always been there for one another, they had an unspoken bond. You were just scared that soon you would have to find a new roommate. It was difficult when Natasha had left, but being just the two of you, you got buy, you had good jobs and rent was fine, but you knew it would be a difficult process.

Only a few of you were single now, both you and Bucky, although you would gladly change that any day. James Buchanan Barnes. A man you had fancied for years. He was too blind to see it of course. Not that you showed it. The two of you constantly fought, but also joked, if anything you saw him and Sam the most, probably because the three of you were the single ones. There was Peter, but he was a few years younger, and even he had a girl.

Meeting up with everyone on Friday after everyone had finished work was weird, you were sat with Sam and Buck, not everyone could make it, but of course the three of you were ready to turn up. Although you hated seeing playboy Bucky, although those years were long gone.

“You good?” Bucky asked nudging your shoulder,

You grimaced, “I’m fab Buck. But like… Love is stupid” you said looking around at the lovey dovey couples,

He chuckled and smiled across at you, “Ahhh, it’s not that bad” He said, “Look at all those rom coms you watch. You call it cute then”  

“That’s because they are cute Buck, but now I want my friends” I whined, “But ok no, I want what they have” I said dropping the dumbest hints.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon, we just gotta make sure they’re good for you”

Bucky had a smirk on his face, “Don’t get all protective over me now Buck”

“Naww, I’m always protective over you” he said putting his arm around you and pulling you into his arms slightly, “You’re my best girl” He stated,

All you could do was smell his aftershave, over the years his smell had almost matured more and more, but it was sexy as hell. Whenever you stayed over at his and Sam’s place after a drunken night, you always ended up in one of Buckys hoodies, or tops, and the smell was just as intoxicating to you now as much as it is then.

“That’s sweet Buck, but it makes me feel like I’ll be single until I turn 35, after that, Sam and I made a pact when we were kids that if we’re both still single, that we’d just end up marrying one another”

Sam winked at me, “You got it, your present for your 35th birthday will be an engagement ring from yours truly”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, “Shame, Steve broke our pact like that. He’s got a girl and everything”

Steve overheard this and turned our way, “Still hurting over that huh, and to think, everyone thought you would’ve settled down first playboy”

“Still hurts that you left me like that Stevie”

Everyone laughed at that, but conversations carried on, Buckys arm had dropped down to your waist now instead, lingering there, although you acted like you couldn’t feel it, the whole time it’s all you could think about as it made your heart hammer in your chest.

Both Nat and Wanda had shared a glance before the both of them looking at you, Peggy also catching on quickly.

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic they were being but a smile still on your face, this happens often enough, the two of you don’t necessarily flirt, but you do, you want to believe there is chemistry there, the way he treats you, the way he plays with your hair, always makes sure you’ve eaten, makes sure you get home safely.

Everyone soon slowly started to disperse, Wanda told you that she would be staying the night with Vision which meant you had to walk back or grab a taxi to your place alone.

“I’ll walk you home” Bucky offered once Sam had managed to pull,

“I’ll be fine Buck” You smiled at him as you walked outside, the cold breeze hitting your face, making you realise how hot and stuffy that place can get,

“Like hell am I letting my girl wander around the city by herself at this time” He said putting his elbow out,

You intertwined your hand through his elbow, as the two of you started walking, “Tonight was nice, makes me miss everyone though” You mumbled leaning your head against his arm, you could feel his bicep, and you knew you would only be lucky to be wrapped up in this mans arms,

“Same, scary how everyone is starting families, and we’re just… here”

You chuckled at that, “Only a matter of time before Wan moved in with Vis”

“Yeah? Well whenever that happens, Steves room is still free” He grinned at you, “Then I’ll have my girl a lot closer” He always said this, always called you his girl but never acted on it. The only time he got close to acting on it was when you were being hit on by a random guy in the bar. He got possessive and attractively dangerous at certain times.

“Eugh, imagine living with boys full time” You joked trying to ignore the comments.  

He let out a loud laugh, “Oh, trust me it’ll be a big difference than living with Wanda and Nat”

“I’ve stayed there and I know, and it’s mostly me here anyway, at the moment I’m enjoying my peace and quiet, but also missing the commotion”

“Don’t blame you, at least it’s not a bad set of apartments around here”

You lived in a nice neighbourhood, especially considering New York rates, but you had a very well paid job, no family responsibilities, and put in your savings just as much as you spent on rent. You were fine.

“They’re very nice” You murmured with a small shiver,

Bucky had noticed this and as soon as he did, he stopped, “Shit, sorry Y/N, I promise I was raised better than this” He said,

You stared at him confused, wondering why he stopped but he soon gave you his jacket, you were in awe at the fact that he gave you his jacket,

“Bucky” You pouted, “Thank you” You wrapped yourself in his jacket, the smell of his cologne stronger than before, but so much warmer.

“Anything for you sugar, besides you look better in it than I do, I like you wearing my stuff” He murmured kissing your forehead,

The two of you carried on walking, mostly in silence, it was nice though. Times like this with Bucky meant the world to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours” He asked when you were only a block away from your apartment building,

You shook your head, “I just… like this” You said, “Spending time with you, it’s nice”

He smiled at that, his pearly whites on show, and his beautiful blue eyes twinkling, “I knew I was better company than Wilson”

You laughed at that, “I’m being serious Buck, you just… I don’t know. You make me feel safe and happy, even at 1am walking through the streets of New York”

“Good, because I’m always here to keep you safe” He said,

You stared up at him, so often, when he made comments like that it made you think, does he feel the way you do. Does he want to be with you as much as you want to be with him?

“You’ve got a dangerous look on your face there sugar.”

“No I don’t buck” you whispered before going into your apartment building, nodding at the doorman who also smiled at Buck,

“Yes you do” he said following you into the lift,

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at him and crossing your arms across your chest, he always made fun of you for this but you couldn’t help it,

He tried to supress his smirk, “You look cute sugar, and what was that dangerous look for huh?”

It was just the two of you in the elevator, you didn’t expect him to come up with you,

“I don’t know Buck… like sometimes, sometimes you just make some comments or act a certain way and it makes me overthink. It’s stupid”

He didn’t say anything, instead he had an intense look on his face, his thinking face, although rarely was he this deep in thought, the elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you walked across the landing towards your door, he still hadn’t said anything as the two of you entered your apartment, you kicked your shoes off, and didn’t take Bucks Jacket off until you got to your room, Bucky Still following you.

He stared at your intently, “Don’t look at me like that” you grumbled taking his jacket off, missing the warmth it had and his smell and hanging it back to him, he threw the jacket on the bed before coming up to you, he seemed so much taller right now since you took your heels off, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, still giving you the same look,

“You know, these last few years, I was hoping at some point you would realise why I’ve scared off any guy who comes near you. Why I’ve always been there to look out for you, making sure my fav girl knows she’s my only girl. But you just… you don’t see it. But I think you do. I know you do” He voice was so deep and low, turning you on slightly, he had a dark look in his eyes, but his blue eyes still piercing into you,

“Maybe youre the one whos not caught on Buck, come on, I’ve not cared about any other guy for years, especially when youre the only guy I can see” You whispered at him,

That’s all the conformation he needed before pinning you up against your bedroom door, you gasped at the strength and speed he had, a hand caressing your jaw slowly, before he pressed his lips against your own, you moaned at this he kept you pinned against the door. The kiss was rough but held all the passion your needed, he grabbed your wandering hands before holding them above your head in one place with one of his hands, the other grabbing your hip, pressing himself up against you, the kiss soon turned into kisses down your neck as he bit and sucked his way down,

“Buck” You moaned out feeling a small wetness between your thighs, shocked at the sudden pleasure, if you knew your body would react like this, you would’ve said something sooner, the pleasure this made caused you within seconds was more than any man had done before.

“You’re mine Y/N” He growled out, “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure it takes more than just my cologne all over you for you to know that” He said before picking you up and throwing you on your bed before joining you.

The two of you making love in ways you didnt expect with him, not realising he felt the way you did, and him giving you want you wanted, no needed. 

A/N: Lol I’m so sorryyyy I’m trying to write more and moreeee. Hope you enjoy though, any requests send them my wayyyyyy 

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Barnes Drabble #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #MCU #marvel cinematic universe #Marvel Fic #Bucky Fic #Bucky imagine #Bucky Drabble #AU #Bucky x Reader #the avengers one shots #the winter soldier x reader #the winter solider #Possessive bucky #Bucky Barnes One Shot #Bucky Barnes Fluff #The Avengers #The Avengers Frienship #The Avengers AU #Sam Wilson #Sam Wilson Frienship

[test-tube]

Cold as Ice: A Curious Sweetie

Author’s Note: This took longer than expected because of school, but that’s irrelevant. Enjoy~ (Masterlist) P.S. You got a bit of me simping for Sucrose again 😳, sorryyyy Word Count: 488 TW: None

“Woah, what are you doing out here? I mean, it’s not any of my business… but you shouldn’t be out here in the cold, you’ll freeze to death.” A nervous voice muttered. You caught a peek of mint green hair as the voice got closer. “Come with me.” A white gloved hand grabbed yours and pulled you into oblivion, your vision getting darker. Your last sight was of a girl’s golden rimmed glasses as the world went black.

“She’s waking up.” A new voice, certainly male, was what you heard when you regain consciousness. The girl who found you on the mountain side waited on the other side of the room.

“Where-” Exhaustion hit you like a transport balloon. The man noticed and stepped a few paces away.

“You’re safe, don’t worry. I’m Timeas, and the girl who found you on the mountainside is Sucrose. We’re lab assistants of Master Albedo, so she brought you to his lab. You were half dead, nearly a chunk of ice.”

You managed a nod of gratitude and struggled to sit up. Sucrose handed you an orange bottle that was warm to the touch. You felt it heat your body up, and you felt your exhaustion fade away.

Was that a bit of blush on the girl’s cheeks? (up to you to choose) When she was close you really got to take a look at her beautiful mint hair, her golden eyes distracted you for a moment.

You managed a simple “Thank you.” and she smiled before retreating.

“If you’re feeling better we can escort you to Mondstadt, it’s not too far from here. Sucrose found your bag, I take it that was where you were headed?” Timeas spoke up.

You nodded again and tried to stand. The warm bottle Sucrose had given you really boosted your energy, and you felt you could run a marathon. “How close is Mondstadt?”

“You’re going now?” Sucrose asked. If anything, she sounded disappointed, which made some questions rise in your mind. You decided to ignore them and instead answered “Yes?”

“Oh,” She looked at her feet and gave you your bag. “Timeas is headed towards Mondstadt, he’ll take you there.”

After a quick exchange of goodbyes, you and Timeas set out towards Mondstadt. The silence was filled with Timeas gushing about alchemy and Master Albedo’s achievements, which you listened to with some interest. You remembered your goal and hiked with a new sense of determination.  

The two of you finally made your way across the bridge. Pigeons flew in front of you, and suddenly a little kid started yelling at you. 

“Hey! You’re scaring the pigeons away!” 

“They’ll be back?”  

 “That’s what everyone says! But what if they don’t come back? Just like Daddy…”

That comment took you aback. Before you could come up with a response Timeas had pushed you away from the kid.

“Don’t mind Timmie...he’s just an interesting character...” He assured you.

#lol what #genshin impact #genshin sucrose #test-tube writes #Cold as Ice #test-tube.docx

[guardianofjunmyeon]

Finding Atlantis (part 12)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description:  20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to  any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has  heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer  men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key  to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they  find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt  began.  

A/N: heres the last 1/3 of the last “chapter” so this is short sorryyyy. Slight smut warning??? Like...almost smut but not really, you’ll see skjdhkjhf. I’ll upload the next chapter this weekend!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

“I’m okay.”

“But your leg-”

“I said I’m okay.”

“But what about-”

“Captain,” Yixing says with a frown. You cross your arms over your chest. “Junmyeon is fine. All of his injuries are superficial and his leg will heal fine. No one was severely hurt by the sirens.”

“We can’t say the same for the sirens though,” Seulgi adds with a bright smile.

Minseok nods along. “As far as we could tell, we killed most of them. The ones that attacked us, the ones guarding you all, and the ones we found trying to escape or hide.”

“How many did you all kill?” Jongin asks with wide eyes.

Minseok and Seulgi share a look before silently coming to an approximate number. “Around 60,” Minseok says simply.

“60? With just the 4 of you?” you stare at the group impressed.

“We had planned on getting you all out quietly,” Kyungsoo supplies. “But some people were more determined to get you all out of there than others and botched the plan,” he says with a glance across the table.

You cock your head to the side and open your mouth to investigate when Baekhyun jumps in.

“It doesn’t matter. Everyone is back safe and sound. It all worked out,” he huffs out.

“Yeah I guess,” you say slowly, casting a glance in his direction. He rolls his eyes and flicks at a wad of parchment sitting on the table. “Everyone is safe, but I was worried that wasn’t going to be the case. They’d said that they were going to kill us, but keep Junmyeon alive. Since it’s not as though we’d have been able to get out on our own, Krystal told us of their plan. I wasn’t really worried about Junmyeon’s immediate safety as much as I was about him being found even if we were killed.”

“Krystal?” Seulgi asks.

“The leader of the sirens,” Jongin supplies. “She was the one in charge. Blonde hair, really pretty, evil as fuck.”

“Was her appearance all that important?”

“She was really pretty,” you defend Jongin from Baekhyun’s judging question.

He rolls his eyes and kicks your ankle under the table. You hold back a smile.

“She’s probably dead now right?” Chanyeol chimes in.

“Who knows, who cares. We survived the second trial all alive. Isn’t that enough?” Junmyeon’s voice is grim.

You give him a concerned look.

“You said they were going to keep Junmyeon alive? They told you that?” Yixing asks.

“They told me the same,” Junmyeon adds. He shifts in his seat. “Don’t know why, but I wasn’t really in a place to do the interrogating.”

“It was for Poseidon. To get to your father. They thought that using you as a hostage would be enough to get him to turn them back to the way they were before they were monsters,” you inform him.

His expression darkens. “My father…” you place a hand on his thigh to calm him. He takes in a breath. “Well they wouldn’t have gotten shit. They’d have been better off killing me and then leaving my body on his doorstep if they even wanted him to even blink an eye over me.”

“Junmyeon,” Yixing starts worriedly.

“It doesn’t matter.” Junmyeon brushes off your hand and settles his angry expression into something blank. “Their plan wouldn’t have worked, and we can move forward to the final mission.” The finality in his voice is like a bucket of cold water on everyone in the group.

Chanyeol coughs into his arm nervously.

“Uhm…well then I guess we should start preparing for the last mission then,” Jongin starts tentatively.

“There’s not much we can do. We just have to keep sailing and…wait,” Baekhyun says. You sigh tiredly and close your eyes. A hand rests on your thigh and rubs softly in reassurance. You don’t have the heart to open your eyes to confirm who is trying to comfort you although you already know, internally.

You cross your legs and the hand disappears, you open your eyes again. “In that case, let’s keep going. We've made it this far and we’re nearly finished.” You look at each of the faces at the table. “We’ll have Junmyeon use the compass to make sure we’re still heading the right way—” the compass.

Where is the compass?

The last place you remember seeing it was on your nightstand a few days ago. You hadn’t touched it, but it was definitely no longer where you’d left it.

“Oh shit I think I lost the compass-”

The compass clatters on the table in front of you. You blink at it in surprise.

Why did Baekhyun have the compass?

Junmyeon grabs it and opens it wordlessly. You can’t get yourself to see where it points, your focus on Baekhyun and trying to figure out what he was doing with the compass on his person.

“I’ll get Sehun and Yeri so that we can continue to sail on,” Junmyeon mumbles.

“I’ll help you,” Yixing offers. He stands and hands Junmyeon his crutches.

“I should get lunch ready for the crew,” Kyungsoo says softly. “Chanyeol…”

“I am your humble servant just tell me what you need me to do and I will do it-”

“…just stay out of my way.” Kyungsoo stands and leaves the room with Chanyeol scrambling to his feet behind him.

With a sigh, Jongin stands as well. “Captain I’ll prepare some ointment for your injuries. Can you come to the infirmary when you are finished?”

You offer a smile and watch as he exits and Junmyeon and Yixing hobble out behind him.

“Meeting adjourned I guess,” you mutter to yourself. You push yourself away from the table so that you can get the soothing cream from Jongin to put over your rope burns. Minseok grabs your wrist to stop you from leaving.

Seulgi and Baekhyun leave the room together laughing in quiet voices. You blink after them and then to Minseok’s hand around your wrist.

“I don’t think Junmyeon is going to be himself for a while.”

“What? What do you mean?”

He exhales and removes his hand. “I know you also noticed how he seemed a bit…” Dark. Scary. Grim. “…off. With everything going on I don’t think that he’ll be returning to normal for a while.”

You set your lips in a line. “I know…I agree. He’s…he has a lot to deal with and I don’t think we’ll be able to relieve him of the burdens and darkness settling in his heart. I’m just worried that it all will put out his light forever.”

“You know him Captain. Junmyeon is smart and strong. He just…needs time. He needs time and for us to just be there for him until we can get him home. He’ll bounce back in no time.” You nod in agreement. “You on the other hand…”

Your eyes widen in shock. You point a finger at yourself. “Me?”

“I’m worried about how all of this is going to affect you.”

“I’m fine. I’m going to be fine. I want to get Junmyeon home safe, that’s all that matters. If he’s happy then I’ll be happy.”

He frowns. “I don’t quite believe that, but if you think so then I’ll believe you for now. You’ve been handling everything well so far, so maybe you’re right.” He pauses and looks towards the cracked door of your quarters. “I wonder if that’s because you’ve found someone you can lean on when he’s gone...”

His words settle uncomfortably in your mind.

“Minseok what are you trying to say?”

He turns away from the door and plasters on a soft grin. “Nothing. I’m just speaking to myself.” He raises a hand to pat the top of your head affectionately. “I just hope you will also continue to be strong through to the end.”

“You’re weirding me out-”

“Blockhead,” he laughs as he flicks you lightly in the forehead. You scowl at him. “Oh…and he brought the compass with him when we went looking for you all. He seemed convinced it would help him find you all. Him and Kyungsoo.”

You narrow your eyes at the sudden shift in topic while Minseok stretches out his shoulders lazily. “I should go see what our new chef and sous-chef are making for lunch. I’m starving.” Without another word he struts out of the room.

You’re left alone to your thoughts.

Baekhyun took the compass to Isla de Sirena as a way to find Jongin and Chanyeol? Smart. You’ll give it to him.

When did he discover that it would point to one of them?

You walk towards the infirmary, mind hard at work trying to figure out how the compass would have worked to get Baekhyun to you all.

“The compass points to the thing you want most in the world and it brought him to us…” He wanted to find his crewmen most in the world? He must really appreciate them. Can it detect things like that? Would it have pointed to just one of them specifically? Would he have had to think about just one of them really hard to get it to point to them? Of the two of them you figure that he is closest to Jongin. Maybe the thing he wanted most in the world was to find Jongin and then he’d have looked for you and Chanyeol afterwards. Why would it point to Jongin of all the things in the world that he could want?

Unless…

You pause at the door of the infirmary as realization hits you so hard you have to physically stop moving.

“He’s in love with Jongin oh shit- oh SHIT!” A hand comes around your forearm and pulls you away from the infirmary and into a corner hidden from view of the rest of the ship. A small space between the infirmary and the entrance to the crew cabins.

“What are you mumbling to yourself about?” Baekhyun asks you quietly, his voice nothing higher than a whisper as he talks directly into your ear.

The sound sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. But then you remember what you were mumbling about and you push him back just a tad so that his lips aren’t almost touching the shell of your ear.

Baekhyun is in love with Jongin.

Heat rushes to your cheeks. Embarrassment. You’re embarrassed. He’s always seemed to dote on him. They’re constantly at each other’s side and worried about each other. More so than they are anyone else…

Can your situation get any more pathetic?

“Wait…are you okay? You seem ill all of a sudden,” Baekhyun says. Is he worried about you? You can’t tell.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine I’m completely fine.” You straighten in your spot and realize belatedly that he’s boxed you in against wall. The embarrassment intensifies at the position. Him leaning over you and the closeness of your bodies causing desire to rush through your veins unbidden. You feel dizzy. “Did- uh did you uh need something?”

He blinks twice before you start to see the color rising up his neck and ears.

“I…” He swallows and his eyes dart across your face.

His drawn out silence makes you more nervous, more embarrassed. The heat rushing up your face sure matches that of what you can see on his.

Finally he exhales heavily and lets his head drop. “This is so stupid,” he grumbles to himself.

You have to agree.

When he lifts his head you see a confidence in his eyes that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. The pink is still visible in his face but there is a set determination in his eyes that captures your attention.

And then his lips press against yours.

The first touch of his lips surprises you. It’s nothing more than a peck. A simple connection of lips, but it’s a question.

It’s a request for permission that he leaves for you to answer when he pulls away and waits –looks into your eyes for your response. Desire flares through the pit of your stomach and you answer back without hesitation.

Without words. Without thought and without doubt and without shame.

You lean forward and kiss his lips again. Harder. More desperate.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him against you, letting his weight press you harder against the wall.

You’ve been wanting to do this since last night…You wonder if maybe he feels the same.

His body presses harder into yours, hands grab at the softness of your body as if it’s the only thing keeping him above water. As if this moment has thrown him into the deepest part of the sea and you're a life preserver.

He could like whoever he wants, be in love with whoever he wants, but you don’t think that you’re ready to give this up. Ready to give up how good it feels to touch and be touched by him. To feel like maybe you’re his just for moments like these.

Not yet.

When his hand slides up to rest just under your breast you have to bite your lip to hold in the pitiful moan his touch pulls from you. He smiles against your lips and kisses the corner of them, drags his lips to your ear.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already making such dirty noises,” he says with the amusement of someone far too happy with the knowledge that he can cause your undoing with the smallest ministrations.

Oh. So that’s how he wants to play?

You hook your leg around his calf and drag his lower half closer to you before you press your tongue to the skin of his neck and lick as slowly as you can right up to his ear. He keens and shakes so hard at the act that you think he might cum his pants right then. With a kiss to his ear in encouragement when you feel him rolling his hips against you to relieve some of the pressure building in his cock, you snort right into his shoulder.

“You planning on dry humping me out in the open? The least you could do is at least fuck me if you’re trying to get into exhibitionism,” you joke.

He pulls away quickly and there is nothing but seriousness in his eyes when he says, “Don’t tempt me.”

Your mouth dries at the (threat? Promise?) words.

Someone fake gags. “Gross…” A pause and intake of breath. “THEY’RE FUCKING WHERE EVERYONE SLEEPS NOW!”

You yelp and go to push Baekhyun away when he pulls himself closer and hides his face in your neck.

Oh yeah. You’ll give him some time to gather himself.

“I’m going to kill Sehun I fucking swear,” he growls out. You don’t try to hold in the laugh that bubbles from your chest. Baekhyun whines pathetically against you; you figure you should at least untwine yourselves. “Don’t move,” he starts. “Please. Just…stay like this for a little while,” he murmurs. You hear the tinge of embarrassment in his voice and decide to spare him any more torture by staying where you are and letting your fingers idly brush through his hair.

“God. Fuck. Is no place on this ship sacred? I swear to Poseidon…” Kyungsoo grumbles when he peaks around the corner, Sehun laughing soundlessly behind him.

“He’s crying. Just give him a couple of minutes.” You pout and stroke his hair more purposefully.

“Eh?” You feel Baekhyun pulling away to deny your claim so you tug him closer.

“Oh it’s okay, you don’t have to cry I understand. It’s perfectly normal to experience erectile dysfunction at such a young age as yours-”

“I am going to fucking kill you,” he pulls away fully and you can see his face turning red with angry embarrassment. You glance down and notice that at least his arousal isn’t as apparent. Mission accomplished?

“I’m going to vomit,” Kyungsoo laments dramatically before stalking away. Sehun comes over with concern painting his face, his early amusement nowhere to be seen.

“Captain you need to eat more eel. I read once that eel is great for male virility and will help you. You could have come talked to us you don't have to be embarrassed about it-”

You let Sehun’s speech cover you in your escape to the infirmary. You catch Baekhyun’s angry eyes briefly and offer and full smile in return before leaving him trapped in the corner.

#lmaooo so yeah this happened #exo #exo smut #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo imagine #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun story #baekhyun smut #exo pirate au #baekhyun pirate au

[firelord-frowny]

not to sound like an Elderly Homesteader, buuuut

america’s addiction to convenience is gonna be our undoing. 

SO MANY of the most critical issues we face - socially, health-wise, environmentally, financially - stem on some level from a desire to 1) have something Right Now, or 2) complete an objective with as little work or investment as possible. and it’s an addiction that exists at ALL levels of society, from the CEOs who exploit their ~employees~, to school systems putting all the money in admin’s pockets while letting teachers go broke, to husbands who think ~getting the bills paid~ is their only responsibility and their wives should handle everything else, to parents who abuse their kids into submission instead of taking the time to actually bond with them and teach them how to be a well-adjusted human being. 

america’s addiction to convenience and refusal to sacrifice that convenience is exactly why this stupid ass country couldn’t bring itself to just hunker the fuck down for a few months so we could spare as many lives as possible as we live through this plague. People were really SO determined to Go Out To Eat and have Get Togethers and travel, no matter what the cost. People were too fucking lazy or entitled or selfish to just put some fucking cloth on their face when they do have to go out. People are so fucking married to capitalism and ~the economy~ or whateverthefuck that no one even WANTED to TRY to come up with a way to keep people fed and housed and safe in spite of not being able to work for an extended period of time. That would have been too much trouble! Too much trouble to hammer out an emergency plan that might have been able to spare over half a million lives. It’s more convenient to just let them die. 🙃

Sometimes you HAVE to be uncomfortable. you just DO. sometimes you HAVE to go without luxuries for the good of your family or your community or your whole region. sometimes you even have to go without NECESSITIES. sometimes there really isn’t a way around a problem other than to Struggle until you come out on the other end of it. 

but americans can’t do that lmaooooo we are some FUCKING WIMPS. 

So many people and so many places have had to make the choice to be uncomfortable for now so that things can be Better in the future. 

you know what it reminds me of????

it reminds me of how all these (mostly white, sorry not sorryyyy) conservative dingbat fuckwads like to whine about ~frEeEdom!!!~ when it comes to masks or vaccines or social distancing and whatnot. they like to bitch about their ~right to liberty~ and ~this is america, you can’t tell me what to do in the Land Of The Free~!!!!

as if they have ANY CONCEPT WHATSOEVER of what “freedom” even IS. as if they have any UNDERSTANDING of the depth of pain and depravation that’s left behind when a people spend centuries in bondage, subject to abuse and humiliation. FORBIDDEN from owning property, let alone their own BODIES. FORBIDDEN from choosing how they’d like to spend their life, let alone their DAY. Pushed and shoved and relegated to the absolute worst living conditions where they MUST remain without question, lest they be hurt or killed for objecting or trying to leave. Forbidden from receiving an education. Forbidden from wearing their natural hair. Forbidden from receiving medical care, and when they DO receive medical care, it’s subpar to the point of outright malpractice - except it’s not really malpractice as long as it’s done to a nigger, right??? 

the fact that anybody alive anywhere can fix their fucking mouth to say - proudly, no less - that getting a vaccine or wearing a mask has FUCK ALL to do with ~freedom~ makes me so goddamn sick to my STOMACH. 

Lmao you think your mild irritation about having to loosely cover your nose and mouth in order to prevent MASS DEATH is comparable to oppression? REAL oppression?? the kind that keeps families in inescapable poverty for GENERATIONS??? you think being required to get a vaccine (AGAIN: TO PREVENT MASS DEATH) belongs in the same category as being forced to undergo nightmarishly inhumane torture medical experiments? You think a proposition to allow anti-vax parents to send their kids to a Designated Anti-Vax School so your nasty little petri dish of a child won’t pose a health risk to all the children of Rational Adults is cut from the same cloth as jim crow segregation???  REALLY?? lmfao THIS is the pathetic cause you’re determined to crucify yourself on? THIS is the legacy you think is worthy of your martyrdom? THIS is what is so important to you that you have a fucking orgasm at the thought of taking up arms to fight against it??? THIS is the thing that’s such an enormous threat to your self-respect? THIS is what stirs up righteous rage and indignance in your ugly ass empty ass soul??? THIIIIISSSSS is what you think is going to snatch your humanity out from under you??? 

LMFAO you weak little bitch baby!!! you’re a fucking toddler who thinks dropping their pacifier is a worldwide catastrophe. gotta have everything, and gotta have it NOW, and if you don’t get it, you’ll make everyone miserable with your loud, destructive tantrum until they give you what your vile ass doesn’t deserve. 

just??? there is absolutely 0 ability to sit quietly and cope with temporary frustration. 

and now there’s a deadly plague running amok a la addictinggames Pandemic 2. now the planet is LITERALLY on fire, AND flooding, AND drying out. 

i hate it here!! 

this post took a HARD left and im done now omg

[sparklingshipps]

▲ The other half ▲

coming out of the dead again to finally post the first fic i've written with misumi! I wrote it like...2 months ago? i guess. anyways...basically, it's how he asked me out. i love him. i wanto to smooch his face

You were used to hear hurried footsteps followed by bangs on the window. Misumi was your friend for a while, so he always would do it when he wanted to search for triangles with you. You two were very good friends, very close friends actually. You loved to cuddle and hug him, hearing him talking about his triangles while stroking his hair. It was the type of friendship with an unique intimacy, the type when you trust each other.

- Hope-chan, Hope-chan!

You heard Misumi's voice by the window.

- Good morning Sumi. How are you, did you sleep well?

You asked while giving him headpats. He nodded.

- Hm, hm! Are you ready to go?

- Yes, yes I am.

- Good! Cause I have something to show you!

That made you curious.

- What is it?

- You have to wait and see.~ Hehe.

- Okay, you got me curious there.

- Let's go, let's go!

Maybe it was just your imagination, but this boy was extra agitated today. Not that he's not like that, cause he has a lot of energy, but there was something different. You decided to let it go, at least for now.

Misumi jumped out of the window, calling you from the floor.

- You can jump! I'll catch you!

- J-jump...from here?

- It's safe, I promise, I'm here!

That idea made you a little concerned, not only for you, but if Misumi would manage to catch you. But then you remembered how he can really do anything, so you went with the flow, even if a little afraid.

- Okay...but catch me, okay?

- Yes! Yes!

You jumped out of the window, feeling the pressure of the fall. When you stopped, you felt two strong and warm arms around your form. Of course it was Misumi.

- I got a Hope-chan! I said I would catch you!

You couldn't help but blush a little. He made you feel like that it's been a while. Misumi grounded you on the floor, holding your hand.

- Let's go let's go! We have a place to go!

- Oh so the surprise it's a place?

- Hm...yes, you can say that!

- Hehe, okay, I can't wait to see where we are going.

That boy was fast. Too fast for you, you still don't understand where he gets that much energy. Sometimes he would take things slow, but today he sure was more energetic than usually. Is this place really that exciting?

There was a point you couldn't keep up with him anymore, and decided to stop.

- W-wait...Sumi…

You said, with heavy breathing.

- You tired, Hope-chan?

- Y-yes...you really are fast huh?

- I'm sorryyyy...I should have been a little less hurried...hm...ah, I know!

Suddenly, Misumi was on his back for you on his knees. You were confused at first but then you undestood the message.

- W-wait, you're going to carry me all over the path?

- Yeah!

- Are you sure you can do it? We could have a little break.

- No, no breaks! We are going to rest when we get there! It will be okay, I promise!

Well, you couldn't say no to him. Besides, he always has passed some kind of protective aura to you. Since he really has that many abilities, you feel they wouldn't fail to keep you safe.

You trusted Misumi enough to offer you legs to his arms and embrace his neck from behind, that's what you did. He stood up, with you on his shoulders.

- And up we go! You okay there?

- Yeah it's fine.

- Great!

Being that close to Misumi made you feel warm inside. Even though he was running, it was kind of comfortable to feel his warmth on you like that.

- Okay, now you have to close your eyes!

- Huh, okay.

You did what he asked, and he started running again a little more, until Misumi stopped.

- Okay, here we are!

You opened your eyes just to see a very peaceful field, with some flowers and trees. The sun was shining brightly on the grass, but the breeze was just fine.

- This place seems very calm...and very peaceful...how did you find it?

- While looking for triangles! Of course I thought about showing it to you! But it's not just that.

- Oh?

- Come here!

He grabbed your hand and you followed him to the bottom of a tree, there, you could see a picnic towel with a picnic basket on it.

- Surprise!

- Sumi...you prepared a picnic for us?

- Yeah! But that's not just that! Come sit with me!

Misumi pulled you to the floor where you sat down. He opened the basket to reveal all sorts of triangular food: onigiri, sandwiches, sweets…

- You even made triangular food...Sumi, you are so sweet, you know that?

You said caressing his cheek. He giggled in response, and you could see a pink shade on his cheeks.

- I can't wait to see how good these snacks are, but coming from you, I think they will be great.

- I put extra love while making them! Just for you!

You sighed. That boy sure was the sweetest. You couldn't deny you felt something more for him. The sun was shining bright, but his smile was even brighter, you could tell how much effort he put making all of that.

- Hmm, yummy onigiri! Yummy triangles!

You couldn't help but stare dreamingly at him. His happiness for triangles was something that always caught your attention. Something so simple, but very specific, and just that could make that boy's day.

- Wait, Hope-chan!

- Huh?

Misumi whipped something off of your cheek. That made your cheeks glow red.

- You had a piece on your cheek, ehe.

- A-ah...sorry...I'm a little distracted.

- Distracted? Why?

- It's just that...you made all of this...why?

- It's because I love you! Why? You didn't like that?

He said that with a certain sad tone.

- N-no, of course I did Sumi! Why would you...wait what?

- What?

- Y-you said you love me?

- Yeah, I really love you!

You were confused if he was talking about friendship or something more. You two would always say how much you loved each other, but after all of this, it made you have your doubts.

- L-like...what?

- Like...the other half of my triangle! Would you be the other half of my triangle?

Misumi took a little box off of his pocket with a ring with a triangular shape on it. You could really compare that to a proposal...but you two were too young to think about that.

- Sumi...you're serious? I…

- Yeah! Then I will be mr. triangle, and you will be...mx. triangle! You see?

Of course you had only one answer to that.

- Sumi...yes...yes, I wanna be the other half of your triangle...I love you, too…

- Yay!

Misumi quickly got you on his arms and kissed you with such energy that only he has. You kissed him back, stroking his cheek. He put the ring on your finger and showed he also had one for him, and now you were matching!

After the good meal, you two laid on the grass embraced. Misumi had his head on your shoulder, with his arms around your form while you were stroking his hair.

- Hehehe, I'm feeling all triangular now!

- Heh, how so?

- Cause now I have you!

You gave him a tender smile.

- You know...I'm going to give you the love you deserve…

- Eh?

He looked at you with a confused expression.

- It's just that...I feel life wasn't fair to you, Misumi. You deserved so much better. I feel like it's my duty to give you this love, since the day we met.

He became silent for a moment. You could feel his grip was stronger, and now he was looking to you with such peaceful eyes, those bright, orange eyes that made your heart flutter, with a tender smile on his face. You really felt Misumi was feeling less energetic, relaxed with your touch. He laid his head on your shoulder again, you were still stroking his hair, and he said these words, with a lighthearted tone on his voice:

- Heheh...you are my favorite triangle.~

Of course he was your favorite triangle too.

#my favorite triangle #my writing #self ship #self shipping #self insert #self shipping community #self ship community #self insert community

[ironhusband]

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( • . •) well, it's been a cold minute!

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/ > 🥃 i'm so glad to see you back! and in much better spirits than the last time i saw you, i really hope? ~🍜

(and yes, that is me on ao3, and no one is stealing my stuff, but thanks for the concern! honestly after i passed out that night i completely forgot i made an ao3 and started uploading my stuff. finally deciding to check my email today was a trip, let me tell you.)

((also. you and your url changes are gonna be the death of me.))

I'm glad I'm back too. I'm kinda in better spirts with Tumblr, but not gonna lie, my personal life is kind of a mess. I'm under quarantine because my mom is sick with COVID and I'm getting my test results only tomorrow, so I'm stressed about having COVID and my mom's condition. The quarantine also caused me to miss something I was looking forward to today, so I was sad about that. And also I got into this fight with a girl and she uninvited me from a party with my friends. Plus I'm practically doing nothing all day. So.... I'm feeling kinda down. (sorry for going off I sorta needed to info dump asdfghj. Anyways-)

(oh yay, I'm glad no one was stealing your fics! Yeah, I figured it had something to do with your drinking. You wrote a surprisingly well spelled ao3 profile about it, for someone who apparently got black out drunk. Glad you eventually saw my comments tho (and that you're being safe about drinking, right???).)

((also. I'm sorryyyy, I swear I'm gonna keep this amazing url tho. At least for a while. Until armor wars/ironheart comes out))

#tw alcohol mention #asks #🍜 anon

[mercedeszberzsan-blog]

Introduction

Once I asked my English teacher in elementary school, how comes that her English is way better than ours. OK, sorryyyy I know, this is an extremely stupid question because she is more experienced, went to uni for many years and yeah, that’s her job to do, kiddo. But please forgive me I was just a kid. She didn’t laughed at me and gave me a very good advice: ’Watch films and and series with English subtitle. It’s going to be very hard at the beginning but after a while you wouldn’t even notice they are in a foreign language.’ So I took her advice.

First I started with those films their strories I was familiar with. I used to read many Nicholas Sparks books for example The Longest Ride, The Notebook, Safe Heaven, The Lucky One, Dear John etc. So I watched them. I remember spending my entire summer holiday with watching 4-5 films each day with small breaks. I felt like I am wasting my time if I have those breaks and I don’t spend every single minute getting to know new characters, storylines, songs etc. So this is how my passion for films started. 

Then I’ve found IMDb. 

IMDb (Internet Movie Database) is an online webside of information related to films, series, actors, actresses even video games. The webside also provides many information about the cast, trivia, fan and critical reviews, and ratings. The page is accessible to all internet users. However the rating function only works if you register. There are several functions I adore like putting films on your watchlist so if somebody has a movie suggession you just open IMDb on your phone - yes, there’s also an app for smartphones- and save it for later. I also like this page because now I can’t sleep in while watching any kind of films -I am so sure it happens to everybody sometimes- because I like rating them. It also encourages me to think critically which genes my critical thinking. 

To be honest I’ve never ever written a review only rated the films but now on I’d like to have a review of every singe movie or TV-show I watched. 

#films series imdb reviews opinion

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

NaLu Week: Bonus Day--Drive

So, this is my first piece for Fairy Tail, as I’ve only just been sucked into the fandom (years late, I know!) I can’t tell you how many episodes I’ve binged in the past two months, and I still haven’t seen them all (do you know how many episodes of Fairy Tail there are?!?! Of course you do.) 

Anyways! For NaLu week! 

“I wanna drive.” The place where Lucy stood, which moments before had been loud with argument, fell silent. Lucy was sure her heart had stopped beating.

           “Whhhaa?” The silence was broken as Happy’s mouth dropped open. “Natsu! You want to drive?!”

           “Everyone else is arguing about it, so I think I should do it!”

           “But, Natsu—” Before Lucy could finish Gray burst out laughing, clutching his sides like they ached. Erza shook her head, ignoring the young man’s laughter,

           “Natsu, even you should understand why that’s a bad idea.”

           “Yeah!” Happy gasped, “Lucy! Tell him!”

           “Well,” Lucy frowned, “I don’t know. I read somewhere that motion sickness can be helped if you sit closer to the front of the vehicle, and have better sight of the direction the vehicle’s going in. Actually! Maybe Natsu driving would help his motion sickness!”

           “Whaaa!” Happy shook his head quickly, “No, no, no.”

           Gray was still laughing, but managed to take a deep breath, “Have you even met Natsu, Lucy?”

           Juvia looked warily between Natsu and Lucy, “Juvia would think Lucy would know Natsu better than this…”

           “I’m saying we should give him a shot,” Lucy said.

           “Yeah!” Natsu nodded, “Besides! I’m the best candidate anyways. I have the most magical power, after all!”

           “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!” Gray hissed, raising his fist. “Obviously—” Erza suddenly seemed to tower over Gray.  “Err… That is… obviously, it’s Erza!”

           “None of that is important right now!” Lucy sighed. “Come on Natsu, let’s test it out!” Natsu leaped towards the magic four wheeler, but no one else rushed to join him.

           “Do you even know how to drive, Natsu?” Gray asked.

           “Um…” Natsu glanced at the driver’s seat with uncertainty.

           “That’s alright!” Lucy beamed, “I’ll teach you!”

           “You will?! Ahhhh! Lucy, you’re the best!!!” Natsu got up into the driver’s seat and Lucy managed to sit on one of the arm rests, almost behind him—leaning against the front of the passenger box.

           “Alright, get this on your wrist,” Lucy handed him the Self-Energy Plug.

           “They’re going to crash,” Juvia whispered.

           “No doubt,” Erza crossed her arms.

           “Oh nooooo,” Happy wailed, “I can’t look. Natsuuuu!!!”

           Lucy carefully went over the basic rules and instructions on driving. “You’ll want to start out slow, okay, Natsu? Especially if you do happen to get sick.”

           “Got it!”

           “Ready—”

           “Go!” The four-wheeler lurched forward and was sent into a circle before they flew over a hill and out towards an open field.

           “Natsuuuu!” Lucy screamed, holding on to him for dear life. Erza, Happy, Juvia, and Gray were all left in the dust.

           “Woohooo! Lucy! I’m doing it! I can do it! Ahhh! This is awesome!” Natsu did another loop, and then bumped over another hill before landing in some poor farmer’s corn patch. Corn whipped past them as they bumped along over rows and stones. Lucy couldn’t watch anymore. She buried her face in Natsu’s scarf.

           “Natsu! Slow down!!!” But he didn’t seem to hear her over his own joyous shouts. The vehicle spun around in a terribly sharp turn and suddenly Natsu’s shouts died out.

           “Oh no…” he mumbled, and Lucy barely heard him over the wind rushing through her hair.

           “Nat—”

           “I’m gonna…” He wavered, his hands shaking, his face suddenly as white as snow. He lurched forward with a groan, and the vehicle sped up, breaking free of the corn and entering a small field, straight towards a—

           “NATSU!” Lucy screamed, “Give me the--!” But before she could grab the wheel they were cresting over a little hill and flying directly into a pond. Lucy shut her eyes tight, and only a few seconds later they hit water. It wasn’t until the water settled that she dared to open her eyes. The pond was several feet deep, and she was wet up to her chest. Natsu, was no where to be seen.

           “N-Natsu?!” He surfaced moments later, still looking groggy.

           “Lucy…” He groaned, “I’m sorryyyy.”

           “Okay, Natsu, I don’t think you should drive.”

           “Yeahh…” Natsu sighed, “But did you see how long I lasted?!”

           “That’s not the point!” Lucy cried, “We have to figure out how to get this thing out of here. What do you think Erza will say if she finds out?”

           Natsu paled again. “Uh! Yeah!”

           “I have an idea! I’ll summon Taurus! I bet he’s strong enough to get this thing out of this muck!” She reached for her keys, but found, much to her horror, that they were missing.

           “Lucy?”

           “My… m-my keys! They’re gone! Oh nooo! What if they fell off in that stupid corn field?! What if they’re lost forever?” She dropped her head into her hands.

           “Hey,” Natsu frowned, and an expression Lucy hardly recognized on him came over his face. “I bet they’re just down here. I’ll get ‘em.”

           “Are you sure?”

           “Yeah,” he said, “It’s my fault anyways.” Before she could protest, he was back underwater. He was only under for a few moments before he surfaced, Lucy’s leather pouch of keys was clutched safely in his hands. “Here.” He held them out to her and she gently took them.

           “I should have known better, Natsu. Maybe if I had sided with Happy we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

           Natsu looked bewildered. “Hey, don’t say that! I’m glad you sided with me! You believe in me, right?”

           “Of course, I do!”

           “Well, I’m glad you did. Even though you probably shouldn’t have.” He grinned. “Come on, Lu. I’m counting on you to get this car out of this mess. Here.” He held out his arms.

           “Wha-?”

           “I’ll carry you to shore.”

           Lucy glanced over to where dry grass was, several feet from where they stood on the sunken four wheeler. “Alright.” She gently wrapped her arms around Natsu’s shoulder’s feeling a little self-conscious now that they were so close. He lifted her up so that he was supporting her with both arms and took a step off the vehicle. They sunk a few inches deeper. Natsu groaned,

           “Gross. Mud.”

           Lucy leaned against him, suddenly so grateful for his presence. “Thanks, Natsu,” she whispered. As they pulled themselves out of the pond, their sopping clothes clinging to their skin, Lucy realized how warm Natsu was compared to the water and the air. He was as wet as she was, but heat seemed to radiate from him.

           “Are you alright?” He asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. He looked so different, with his hair slicked back and wet. Lucy felt her cheeks grow warm.

           “Y-yeah,” she whispered, “Just a little cold is all!” Natsu frowned.

           “I’m so sorry, Lu, it was a dumb idea.” She felt his hand warming up against her shoulder. “But it was fun while it lasted, yeah?!”

           “That might be pushing it a little too far,” she huffed. Without warning, Natsu pulled her into the warmest hug she had ever received. She felt like she had been wrapped in a heated blanket. Steam came off both of them as he held her close.

           “Better?” He beamed, his cheeks tinted pink.

           Lucy smiled, “Yeah. Better.” It was the strangest sensation… she felt like she fit there, in his arms.

           “WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

           “Ah!” Lucy jumped away from Natsu and quickly looked around to where their companions now stood behind them. Erza looked furious. Gray was laughing again. Happy and Juvia both looked concerned.

           “Natsu! Lucy! Are you okay?” Happy gasped.

           “We’re fine now—”

           “What about the four wheeler?!” Erza said, “That’s our only ride!”

           “D-don’t worry!” Lucy held up her key, “I’ll summon Taurus! He can get it out!”

Once the vehicle was free from the mud and up on the hill, Lucy followed Natsu to join their companions.

           “Natsu,” Gray said, his voice holding some authority, “You’re never driving again.”

           “I know…” Natsu sighed. “But! Like I told Lucy, it was fun while it lasted! Right, Lu—OW! Erza!!!”

           Lucy sighed, “I need a nap.”

           “Juvia warned you,” Juvia said, crossing her arms, “No one listens to Juvia.” Lucy glanced over to where Natsu was glaring at Erza, and Gray was laughing. The young dragon slayer looked welcoming, warm. She wished she could fall into his embrace one more time, if only for the heat he had to offer… or maybe it was more than just the warmth. Maybe there was something else. Lucy felt her cheeks warm again in a blush. Something else? What else could there be?! Natsu caught her staring and offered her an endearing smile. Lucy practically melted again. What’s wrong with youuuu?! She shook herself out of her stupor and clamored into the vehicle before she could make a fool of herself.

#nalu week #naluweek #nalu #fairytail #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #juvia loxar #natsu x lucy #my fic #iwritefanfictiontoprocrastinate #mywriting #otp #but i have so many otps