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gardnhee · 1 month

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faint memories - zuko

୨୧- tw/content. angst with a pinch of fluff, intentional lowercase, not proofread, little cursing here and there.

୨୧- zuko x afab!reader

୨୧- note. this applies to both animated and live action zuko!! requested by my baby @lovlyrickyyy 🤍

୨୧- dividers by @plutism !

୨୧- wc. 1.2k

“stop…moving!” you grit, holding zuko’s face as he glares at you, small wince erupting from his throat.

“how do you expect me-“ he hisses, hands instinctively flying up to get a hold of your wrists. “to not move when there’s this huge fucking burn on my face!” zuko retorts, grip tightening on you. you sigh, heart dropping as you no longer see that glint in his eyes. the glint that is now replaced with sadness, pain, suffering.

zuko’s chambers grew dead silent, no more arguing, no more disagreeing from you or him. just silence.

a small smile spread on his face as he now caressed your wrist with his thumb, pressing a small kiss to it, “i’m sorry for grabbing so hard.” this made your head perk up, blush spreading across your cheeks. you shake your head, “i understand.” the room goes silent again.

only thing that could be heard were the faint yells of the firebenders training outside and the mouse like footsteps of whoever passed by the unnecessarily and stupidly huge doors.

you kept applying the ointment onto zuko’s wound, sitting back with a small huff to examine him. to you, even with that huge scar on his face, he’s still as handsome as ever. you noticed how he tried to hide it from you, looking down at his trembling hands as the events from earlier are still fresh in his mind.

he slumped back on the bed, eliciting a whine of disapproval - you weren’t done tending to him. zuko ignores this as he just lays there, gazing up at his tall ceiling with a blank stare.

you knew him all too well, which means you also knew he was hiding something. refraining himself from talking. you hated it.

“zuko-?” you started as his body jerked up from the wine red sheets.

“i’m getting exiled.” he didn’t let you speak, words crawling up his throat as he was unable to hold them back.

you felt as if all air had been knocked out of your lungs, like a punch to the gut. your chest heaved, eyes squinting and eyebrows knitting together.

“w-what?” it’s not that you didn’t hear, in fact zuko’s words unfortunately fell on very perceptive ears.

“i’m-“

“you’re joking, right?” you chuckled awkwardly, fading into nothing as his eyes saddened. “i’m sorry.” was all he could muster. you frantically shook your head, disgusted that he felt forced to apologize for something he had no control over.

“how long?”

zuko hummed, eyes spaced out somewhere, looking everywhere but at you. you bit your lip, kneeling towards him, cold and shaky hands cupping his cheeks.

“stop avoiding and answer me, zuko. how long?”

zuko’s eyes peeled away from wherever he was previously glancing at, “however long it takes.” he mumbles and you frown, “what do you even mean by that.” you sigh, sitting back in defeat as you run your fingers through your hair.

“until i catch the avatar.”

you scoffed, “that’s fucking ridiculous.” zuko agreed silently, but that wasn’t enough for you. nowhere near, actually.

“i’m going to speak to your father.” you stand, making him stand with you, eyes wide and pupils blown.

“you can’t, yn.” he reaches for you in vain as you yank your hand back. “don’t try to stop me, zuko.” you were beyond pissed, tone dripping venom as zuko stood in front of you, obstructing your way to the door.

“move, goddamnit!” you hit his chest repeatedly, each strike more desperate than the last. “how are you just…okay with this?” you sobbed, forehead propped against his chest, his arms falling beside him, stiff as a statue.

“what more can i do?”

he made a good point, so good that it shushed you with a slap to the face.

“i’m leaving.”

“yn please wait-“

“im. leaving.” your lip quivered, voice shaky, eyes watery. zuko nodded, moving back to his bed, sitting on the edge.

you made your way to the bed as well, grabbing the ointment and placing it back on the metal tray.

“i hope to see you again, yn.” he murmured, back facing you as you stayed quiet, not wanting to entertain the idea of him leaving. sadly, it doesn’t matter if you entertain said idea or not, it’s happening anyway.

the moment you stepped out the door, that was it, even the hope of ever seeing him again started to dissipate.

by this point you were halfway down the dim hallway, ready to turn the corner back to the servant’s quarters. you looked back, guards standing proud and tall outside the prince’s room. you bit your lip, gazing down at the cold tray in your hands, caressing it with your index finger.

after taking a deep breath and preparing yourself for a life without your first love, you walk off, never to hear from zuko again.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“fucking hell!” zuko groaned as the memory made an unwanted visit for the nth time this week, standing from his cot like bed. he looked outside the small ship window, eyes landing on an endless ocean, stretching far and wide, separating him from you.

it’s been 3 years since zuko had the pleasure of laying eyes upon you. your pouty lips - which he longed to kiss - sparkling eyes, and beaming smile, he missed it all; every single second of it.

he made it his mission to capture the avatar, whatever it took, zuko will bring him before his father and finally get to feel your embrace again.

the fact that he didn’t seize the opportunity to confess, to tell you just how much he loves you - vocalize the burning desire to make you his partner - was eating at him from the inside out.

zuko paces around the room, breathing heavily as he grows anxious. his patience is running thin and he doesn’t know how much longer he can stay civil.

with three curt knocks zuko turns, uttering a ‘come in’ as his mind was somewhere else. a soldier walks in, with a small bow of his head, he exclaims, “we’ve found the avatar, sir!” this made zuko’s face brighten, nails no longer trapped between teeth.

“where?” the prince breathed, unspoken urgency in his voice. “here in the south pole, sir.” he raised a brow, “how far?” “close by, approximately 2 nautical miles.” despite his shocked expression, zuko was elated.

“good job.” was all zuko said before strolling out his suffocating room. his palms grew sweaty, his heart hammered against his chest. he simply couldn’t contain himself.

he will see you again.

oh, he’s just imagining it; walking up behind you and surprising you, indulging in your warm laugh, welcoming eyes, and safe presence.

this is something he simply won’t - can’t - pass. zuko has the target within reach and he’s going to hold on tight, so tight the avatar will have no choice but to turn himself in.

a way one ticket, an opportunity peeking its face through the blur that is his life.

no matter the circumstance, he will not miss or give up - no, he’s coming home to you, forever this time.

୨୧ - hope you liked it!! this is kinda rushed so im sorry if there’s any spelling errors :( please like, comment, and reblog. would be highly appreciated 🫶.

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yanderestarangel · 4 months

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"My heart belongs to you alone..."

TW: insecurities, jealousy, reader has trust issues, make-up sex, dom!bi han, praise, v!sex, ftm reader, rough sex, smut, little angst, afab anatomy.

⸺ Your insecurity was never new to him, however, Bi Han didn't really understand why you doubted his conduct and fidelity, but he was an understanding man, who loved you and understood that certain aspects would have to be worked on in your core - From past relationships, he was proud of you and even if he didn't say it verbally, his heart cried out for every piece of you... However, not even the cyromancer's solid passion and love stopped you from feeling hurt and insecure again.

Your jealousy and doubts were so visible that it even hurt, especially when you saw several people - new ninja recruits - trying to flirt with the grandmaster, you tried to control yourself, tried to control that underlying sadness that was trying to climb back into your mind and dope your senses...

But it was too late, especially when I saw some of them whispering about how much they wanted to sleep with their man. Bi Han wasn't stupid and he knew they were trying to flirt with him, he wanted to be a polite leader but that disgusted him, especially because he said several times that you were his partner, but it didn't help and it was too much for you to bear - when he realized you had already left for home which led him to cancel the rest of the training for the next day and go run after you, you were his number one priority.

⸺ Your body was lying on the bed, wrapped like a snail in several sheets, while the copious crying was audible, sub zero was a patient man... But at that moment, he knew that words wouldn't help enough, so he decided to act, act in the best way you could think of - taking the sheets off you with a quick movement, and forcing you to look deep into his eyes, "-Look at me." he ordered sternly, your eyes boring into his, seeking understanding.

"-Do you really believe that I would betray you like that?" His tone softened slightly. "-I chose you because you make me feel alive again. Because you bring light back to my dark world. Do you understand?" This time, he didn't even wait for a response from you, forcefully tearing any fabric that still prevented him from seeing your pretty pussy in his hungry eyes.

You babbled incoherent thoughts to him, letting your insecurities speak louder, which made Bi Han angry. With a violent movement of his hips, he buried himself completely inside you, moaning deeply as he did so - He gave you a light armbar on your neck - reaching down, he slapped your ass hard enough to make you scream before returning to his merciless pace.

Bi-Han grew in frustration, seeing you continue crying because you were insecure, but he held you in place, even if painfully, his cock throbbing against your cunt. "-You know that's not true baby boy...," he snarled, his free hand reaching between your legs to roughly rub your clit through - He began to thrust faster, harder than before, asserting his dominance over you both physically and emotionally.

His pace didn't slow down even as tears continued to trickle down your cheeks, staining the sheets beneath you. "-Listen to me boy." he commanded between heavy breaths. "-I choose you every fucking time. No matter what anyone else says or thinks, it doesn't change how I feel about you." His pace didn't falter, if anything, it intensified.

His hips bucked faster, harder, driving him deeper into your tight channel. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, muffled by the hold on your throat. "-You are beautiful," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "-Oh- So fucking beautiful... How could I change you? How could I leave you for someone else- You are my husband, goddamnit! And don't you dare forget it!" As he spoke, he began to thrust deeper and harder, pounding into you relentlessly.

The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, causing new tears to well up in your eyes. But despite the carnal and mental pain, something inside you calmed down and you relaxed a little, as you looked directly into his eyes - He moaned deeply, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. "-That's a good boy... Cum, cum for me, my angel." Sub-zero groaned deeply, his cock twitching violently inside you as your orgasm washed over him - he followed suit seconds later, filling your pussy with hot cum.

His hips continued to rock back and forth for a few moments before he finally released his hold on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air - panting heavily, he turned to look at you, you both sweaty bodies intertwined in a mess of flesh and fluids. "-That was... intense," he managed between heavy breaths. "-But I think we both needed that... Never forget that I love you... never despise yourself again, I love you, I fucking love you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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captain039 · 8 months

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Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, first times, descriptions of puking xD, swearing, strangers to friends to lovers

Goddamnit I’m getting impatient I can’t wait six days😭

The amount of edits I’ve watched of him is sad

The call of the moon was always on your mind before the full moon. The tingling through your muscles waiting to be free out in the woods, hunt whatever poor creature was out there. It was the day before, you locked your chickens up securely, made sure to close off the garden as you always did and locked the house, you didn’t need a rampage inside, not again. You waited till sundown, sat on a log away from your house, a pair of old clothes on, than again all clothes were old when the full moon came, you never bought anything nice, too afraid to ruin it. As darkness crept over your hair began to stand up, you grew fidgety, muscles spasming. You felt the tug finally and groaned, you went to your knees and panted as you hunched over. Your bones began to crack and your skin began to shed. The whole process was painful and it felt like your mind always slipped away. Soon enough your beast form knelt there, large hands planted in the ground. You let out a grave howl and sniffed the air eyes piercing through the forest as you smelt your hunt. You launched off your hind feet, going down onto all fours as you ran, struggling to fully let go to the beast so you didn’t have to watch. It felt like you’d gone to sleep in a different body when you finally let go. The beast rampaging through the forest, tearing through the deer that it had found. Something was different though, a new scent on the air, strange, being so far out in the forest visitors never came, nor did travellers.

You jolted a bit when you gained consciousness hearing someone stumble back.

“Shit” you heard and snapped your head to see a pale elf with white hair. You frowned at him as he stared at you. You covered yourself the best you could, your beast hated clothing.

“I’m not dead, thank you!” You said and he gulped.

“I know” he said eyes darting awkwardly away.

“Are you lost?” You added feeling highly exposed.

“Uh, no” he said almost like a question.

“You don’t know if you’re not lost?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not lost” he huffed.

“Then go away!” You yelled.

“Right” the man said and hurried away and you cursed lifting your top half off the grass. You waited till you couldn’t see him and quickly darted back to your house. You grabbed a robe you left on the bench outside and put it on before going to your chickens. No damage, and still five chickens. You sighed grabbing their feed and letting them out. You grabbed your basket and gathered their eggs before unlocking your door and heading inside. You thought back to the elf, what a weird man, what was he going to do? rob your body?! Unless it was much darker than that. You shuddered at the thought at least you woke up in time. You didn’t make any food, after whatever the beast ate you were full and nauseous. You grabbed some tea, got dressed and sat outside to watch your chickens. You felt bile in your throat and groaned as you quickly moved away from your house and hunched over and threw up. You coughed and groaned quickly looking away from the chewed up raw meat.

“Oh gods” you said going to your bench with a groan. You wiped your mouth with you robe and shrugged it off, you’ll wash that later. You groaned again slumping against your cottage you took a small sip of tea to get rid of the acid taste in your mouth, before going to clean your robe.

When the next full moon came you didn’t expect to see that elf again, let alone have his fangs in your neck as you awoke. You tore him off and pinned him to the ground, grabbing his own dagger and pressing it to his neck. You panted anger flaring in your mind, beast begging to come up. You groaned fighting for control dagger dropping by his head making him flinch.

“Oh dear” he muttered one hand holding your hip lightly.

“Easy now” he said and you growled at him.

“Or not” he gulped as you tumbled off him. You shook, trying to take deep breaths, gods you didn’t want to change again. Your bones cracked in and out of place, wanting to shift, but you fought listening to the river and birds and finally, you calmed. You listened to the elf behind you shuffle before something was placed over you. You flinched and went to fight him, but realised he was just covering you with his shirt. You glared at him, but sat up, back to him and quickly put it on. You stayed seated in the cross keeping your hands over your lower parts, legs crossed as well. You pressed a hand to your neck and hissed gently. You pulled it back seeing blood and glared at the elf vampire.

“Listen please for a minute” he begged and you gave him a deadly look, also secretly admiring the muscle he had before cursing that thought.

“Or don’t, but, yes I am lost! I haven’t fed in a month not since you’ve apparently hunted everything in this Godforsaken woods!” He yelled and you raised an eyebrow at his stupid lie.

“Ok not everything, just, I needed something more to keep me going till I find somewhere” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Human blood is so much more filling” he said and you made a disgusted face.

“Well beast blood in your case I suppose, hells that changing looks painful” he shuddered and you sighed.

“Will you please say something!” He said.

“Fuck you” you said.

“Thank you!” He sighed in relief.

“The village is that way” you pointed.

“How far that way?” He asked.

“A day or two” you shrugged.

“Follow the river” you added.

“Can I have my shirt back?” He commented and you froze.

“When I get back home” you said.

“Shall we just meet again in a months time so you can give it back?” He tried to joke, but you just glared and he chuckled nervously. You could feel the sickness again, your human stomach did not handle raw meat. You gagged a bit and turned away to puke again hearing the disgusted sound he made. You groaned standing up and going to the river. You washed your face before taking a small sip and sighing.

“Why eat it if you’re going to throw it up again?” He asked and you glared at him briefly, not having the strength to hold it though.

“I don’t control it” you said referring to your beast.

“It likes raw meat, I don’t” you sighed trying to find the strength in your legs.

“Would you like help?” He asked standing by you and holding a hand out to you. You wanted to slap it away, but sighed and took it. You felt dizzy as you stood, legs almost caving before he steadied you.

“Easy there” he said as you closed your eyes and kept your head down. You froze though when a tongue ran across the puncture wounds in your neck and slapped him.

“Hells!” He yelled holding his cheek and stumbling back.

“I healed it for you!” He groaned and you felt your neck with a frown, he did. You cursed him quickly storming off.

“My shirt!” He yelled, but you ignored him. He followed you back grumbling along the way, you grabbed your robe and shrugged it on. Counted your chickens and unlocked their cages before feeding them.

“Could you skip your rituals so I can leave quicker” he huffed and you huffed yourself unlocking your house and going inside. You shrugged off your robe and his shirt, smelling his scent in the fabric. It made you freeze for a moment, your sense of smell was always keen, but this smell you enjoyed. You flushed and glanced behind you before you sniffed it again sighing. You threw it on your bed though staring in horror, the hell did you just do?!

You got dressed and threw his shirt back at him and stormed back inside, door slamming shut.

“You’re welcome!” He yelled making your jaw clench as you filled the kettle.

“And thank you!” He added before you heard him leave finally.

You thought you were finally done with the elf vampire but seems fate had other ideas. It hadn’t even been a month, you weren’t lying out in the woods naked with his fangs in your neck. No he was haunting your dreams like some parasite in your head. Some were horrible, you tearing him apart while others were like you’d been friends for years. Who was he?

Next part ->

#astarion x reader #werewolf and vampire #x reader #astarion #werewolf reader

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spadecentral · 1 year

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🧠 Leave This Place Behind | Misc. TWST

>> requested: no >> a/n: i got bored again lmao; also this is kinda shit :)

>> masterlist: ramshackle >> summary: you take pieces of them when you leave >> characters: riddle; cater; jade; rook; lilia >> warning(s): sad(?)

Riddle Rosehearts was not accustomed to things not going his way. He wanted you to stay forever, goddamnit. When you went through that mirror, he no longer felt free. He was stuck to his rules again. No longer did he have control over his life. Stuck again to the 810 rules, he was stricter than before. He would not accept even a toe out of line.

When you passed through the mirror of his nightmares, you took his freedom with you, and it was like you didn't care.

Cater Diamond took so many photos of your adventures together. With you he felt safe and secure. Like he was allowed to be himself. Taking photos to capture every instance of your lives, every smile from chasing him with flower crowns, every yelp from stubbing your toe, everything. And he took photos when you left too. But he could no longer be himself. His smiles in those photos were frauds, because how could he ever truly be happy without you?

As you were leaving him behind you were tearing his happiness to shreds, and you never ran back to him with a smile on your face.

Jade Leech had never taken you for granted. Not once. He cherished the time that you spent with him and was glad that you would be so kind as as to listen to his mushroom ramblings. He would talk to you with such a soft and loving look, it was almost like he was a whole other person.

Walking through that mirror you were covered in all the love he had left. Turning into a stone-cold man, he wouldn't be kind ever again.

Rook Hunt would always stare longingly at you, entranced by your beauty. He wasn't captured with anyone else quite like you. The way you held yourself to the way you talked. Everything about you mesmerized him. You anchored his seeking soul. You were what his ship was sailing towards all along.

When you said your final goodbyes, you were essentially walking off the plank. You were cutting off the anchor to his soul, leaving him to sail the seas for all eternity.

Lilia Vanrouge loved the happiness that you gave him. You made him feel younger than he was. Returning the energy that he gave was like a gift from The Seven. Always making his day brighter, he he wanted to be around you more and more for fear of losing what you two had.

Passing through the mirror, Lilia felt 400 times older. His bones creaked and his back ached. All he wanted to do was to lay down and dream about you.

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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A Terrifying Sort of Realization (Dabi/GN!Reader)

Summary: Dabi and yourself share one vulnerability: each other. Rated: You Could Read This In Public, Sure Contains: Fluff? Fluff. Comfort. FEELINGS and insecurities.

[500 words]

Moments like these were rare.

In fact, you didn’t quite believe it was real. Your fingers brushed through Dabi’s hair – his head resting in your lap. He was sprawled out on the couch, draped against you with his eyes closed and arms tightly wrapped around your waist. A soft, content groan escaped him as he nestled his face against your plush thighs. For once in his life, he looked at peace. No chaos or earth-shattering plans for vengeance in sight. Just the calm and quiet of contentedness. It certainly helped that the safehouse was abandoned tonight. Dabi would never allow himself to be this vulnerable with the others around. The fact that he trusted you this much was…terrifying.

Your fingers threaded through his locks, scratching his scalp with your nails ever so slightly. He shivered and tightened his grip on you. When was the last time anyone how been gentle with Dabi, you wondered. “Hey easy–” you warned, feeling him squeeze down. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re damn right,” he said, the sound of his voice muffled against the top of your legs. “Mine.” The word just barely reached your ears. Mine. A statement. You glanced down, looking directly into his bright blue eyes. He was staring at you. Quietly. Goddamnit you were hopelessly in love with this man. You'd do anything for him. Fuck – this wasn’t healthy, was it?

Yeah. No fucking shit.

Dabi had noticed the shift in your demeanor and turned over, lying on his back. “You scared?” he asked, masking the fear of rejection bubbling in his stomach with a smirk. What was he going to do if you didn’t want him – how badly would it hurt? Part of him already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it: have you call him a creep, a monster, and move on. Trample all over his heart and shatter it. That way he would finally be able to focus on his goals again.

You fell silent for a moment. Before Dabi – before all of this, nothing could have hurt you. Now, you weren't so sure you were invincible anymore. When you finally answered, your voice was certain and firm: “I am, yeah.”

Dabi laughed but there was no joy to the sound. He didn’t expect you to admit it – then again, he did like you for the blunt, opinionated ass you were. It felt like a punch to the gut though. He took it like a champ, shrugging off the impending heartache. “Of me?”

The question hung in the air. He could see you thinking, your eyes shifting as you searched for an answer. This was fucking excruciating. Just tell me you hate me so I can hate you back. Dabi couldn’t help himself – he needed to touch you and reached up to cup your cheek. Why didn't you flinch?

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a sigh as your fingers brushed the hair from his eyes. “Not you, as a person,” you admitted. Your smile made Dabi’s fingers twitch. It was so genuine and sad. He hated it. You were supposed to reject him. This didn’t feel like a rejection – this was – “I’m afraid of what you mean to me…” Oh.

Now that brand of terror Dabi understood only too well.

“Yeah – me too.”

A/N: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFT. I had to write something wholesome today, man. I blame all the cute asks in @dabislittlemouse 's inbox. Speaking of which, hope you don't mind the tag.

[masterlist]

#dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #ShadesScribbles

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harlowhockeystick · 11 months

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Dumbass - Adam Warlock

Adam is a tough guy, but he's also a hard headed dumbass who doesn't know when to stop, and who also doesn't know how to ask you to help him.

Adam Warlock x guardian!fem!reader

contains: inury, cussing, fighting, tension, stitching someone up. reader is human like quill, a lot of dialogue.

requested by the lovely @carliim mwah! <3

Adam was a dumbass. Grade A, classic, book defined dumbass. All he knew, all he was good at, was fighting. Defending, throwing punches, using his powers to tear others down. He didn't think, he didn't process, he just fought.

And that is how he ended up here, lying on the dirt with a gash on his shoulder and his uniform torn halfway off. Groaning in pain, unable to lift himself up off the ground. This is it, he thought to himself, this is my end.

"Goddamnit, Warlock."

Standing above him, a cloud of dusty haze surrounding the fighting grounds as the enemies laid dead on the ground, you shrugged looking down at the pitiful god beneath you. He groaned again once he made eye contact with you.

"How come I always have to clean up your messes?" You leaned down to help him stand up off of the ground. Draping his arm over your shoulder you helped him walk back to the ship. Both of you rolled your eyes at the team's comments, rocket's whistling and laughing.

You took him back to the medical bay where you began to patch and clean his wounds, taking care of him like you've done time and time again. Frankly, you were getting sick of it. You were tired of always having to pick him up off the ground, stitch him up, to only do the same thing again two weeks later.

"Why do you look like that?" he asked you, laying on the cool table while you cleaned out the gash would as best you can.

"Like what?"

"Like you're mad, like you want to punch me." Adam responded, his voice raspy but quiet as he laid at the mercy of your healing hands.

"Because I do. Each time I stitch you up, I hope it's the last. I'm tired of this shit," Adam winced as you began to thread stitches to his shoulder after the wound had been cleaned.

He scoffed at your words and rolled his eyes, "humans, you're so entitled." Adam winced again in pain when you pressed hard on his shoulder after his comment toward you.

"Gods, you're so fucking dumb."

You spent the rest of the time fixing his wounds ignoring his comments, groans, fits of rage he had against you. He always did this any time you cleaned him up. It was so unfortunate that you were the only one available to do it, wasn't it?

You sent him off to sleep while you cleaned the med bay, and to cool off. It always took everything in you to not rip his head off. You always thought to yourself that one of these days, he is going to cry for your help again, and you won't give it. One of these days...that's gonna happen.

"Mind if I sit?" Adam asked, standing behind you with a blanket wrapped over his shoulders.

"Kind of." He sat beside you anyway, not too close but not far enough where it was awkward. Adam rested his head on his hand which was propped up by his knee, staring out into space as he sat next to you in the cool night air.

Minutes of silence went by before he spoke, his low and raspy tone making goosebumps appear on your skin against your will.

"I don't intend to be so rude to you, I don't know why it's my first reaction." Adam admitted, looking down at the dirty ground beneath him. He heard you sigh and saw you shake your head, biting back a smile.

"I forget you're only...a few years old." You started in response, "it's because boys are mean to the girls they like. It's just...how it is."

Adam frowned, looking out into the stars. He felt bad. He didn't intend on hurting her feelings, he didn't like making her feel bad. He didn't like seeing that sad and depressed look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve to be treated like that, you are deserving of the stars and everything beyond them." Adam turned toward her, gracefully putting his hand on her knee.

She sighed, taking a deep breath looking over at him with heavy hooded eyes. "I know. Maybe one day you'll man up enough to give them to me."

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#j's writing #adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock blurb #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel blurb #mcu imagine #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy imagine

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raina-at · 7 months

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We just watched Elemental, and like 90% of all Pixar films (except Cars, which is trash imo, and Up, which had me in tears not 10 minutesin), I always think this time I'll be fine.

And then the tears start.

And yet it never, ever feels cheap or manipulative or anything other than genuine, because they EARN IT. They earn it through set up, character work, beautiful themes and animation, and it always culminates in glorious, glorious payoff, and I cry like a baby.

A perfect example of this is Inside Out. I always cry when Bingbong stays behind, because we spend time with Bingbong and get to love him, plus we perfectly understand that he represents the innocent joy and simple emotions of childhood we all have to leave behind to deal with the complexity of an adult life.

And I always cry when Riley finally opens up to her parents to tell them how she feels. Because the movie took the time to establish that her parents are - without being aware of it - putting pressure on her not to be upset. And once she allows herself to be sad, and once her parents acknowledge that she has every right to be sad, she can finally let a bit of that sadness go.

Just talking about it makes me tear up because it's so FUCKING relatable. We've all been there. Every single fucking one of us.

And in Up, when Carl lets the fucking house go, because Ellie will always be with him.... omg. The fucking book he carries around with him the whole movie, and finally he turns to to the back pages and sees that Ellie died with zero regrets because their life together was a beautiful adventure, even though it wasn't always easy, or perfect, or the way they imagined it.

And in Elemental, when Ember's father returns her gesture of respect because he never got that blessing from his father and it hurts to this day, and he wants to be better....

And the thing about Pixar is, they EARN these moments. They do the work. They plant seeds, they let us know these characters. We understand them, we feel for them because we know them and we get them. The pay off works because they take the time and make the effort to set things up.

(When we watched Coco, I was fine until the last ten minutes or therabout, when I had to bite my lips to keep from actively sobbing. And then my wife muttered, "Goddamnit, Pixar," from next to me and I just handed her the tissues without a word.)

So well done, Pixar. You made me cry again. And you've earned it.

#pixar #elemental #up #inside out #coco

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 10 months

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Always a Rangers Fan to Me - Frank Castle x Reader

@hellskitchenswhore asked for a Frank fic based on She's Always A Woman by Billy Joel and I wanted to write an eloquent fic weaving love and passion between reader and Frank. Instead, it came out as this dumpster fire. Based very much in my own personal love of hockey and how the only thing wrong with Frank Castle is that he's a Rangers fan. It's really dumb, please look away...

Reader's pronouns aren't mentioned.

Warnings: Some arguing, pet names like sweetheart, swearing because it's Frank, reader is a Pittsburgh Penguins fan. Did not really proof read this.

WC: 650

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

“You’re a real fucking piece of work Frank, you know that? Going through my things and then getting mad about what you find?!” you shout

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, what do you want me to say? I was looking for that hoodie you stole from me and I found it. It was an accident that I found it, but you have some serious fucking explaining to do.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

He throws the object that started the whole argument on the floor at your feet.

“Yes you goddamn do.”

The crumpled up Sidney Crosby Pittsburgh Penguins jersey lays like a weight between the two of you. It's your most prized possession, something you kept hidden from him. But now the cat was out of the bag.

“No.” you reply, firmly

“What?”

“I said no.” you repeat

“You are so goddamn stubborn sometimes.”

“Oh like you’re one to talk.”

“At least I don’t fucking lie to the people I love.” Frank responds

“It wasn’t a lie… it was a half truth. To impress you. When we first met.”

“You told me you were a Rangers fan.”

“Nooo. I said that I was a hockey fan and had been to some Rangers games since moving to New York.”

He just stares you down with those signature brown eyes, nostrils flaring, waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry. For not telling you.” you say, looking like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies before dinner.

“S’okay baby” he says, his face softening as he stretches out a hand to invite you closer to him

“Pfft that I don’t believe.” you say with an eye roll

“Goddamnit. Here.” He kicks the jersey towards you and turns to stomp away “You and your goddamn flightless bird team…”

His heavy boots hit the hardwood with every step, reverberating through the apartment as he goes to open the window and sit on the fire escape.

“Frankie…” your pitiful voice stops him in his tracks “Can I have a kiss please. Before you go?”

He sighs. He can’t say no to you.

“Course sweetheart.”

He turns back to you, your soft smile practically melting his heart. But he’s known you long enough to not be fooled, the devilish glint in your eyes telling another story. He steps towards you cautiously. He’s just a few steps from you when your expression shifts, looking at the precious item of yours he so unceremoniously threw on the floor.

“Mmm nevermind, I’m still a little mad at you.”

“Jesus… Wait why the hell are you mad at me? You’re the one who lied.” he asks

“Yeah but you went through my stuff and yelled at me over nothing really…”

He sighs. “You’re right it’s kinda nothing. It’s just some dumb sports teams.”

“Yeah and I mean your team sucks, so you really don’t have any ground to stand on.”

There’s the twist of the knife he knows you can’t resist.

He wants to make a snide remark back about how the Rangers made the playoffs this year and the Penguins didn’t, but he refrains, the sad look in your eyes stopping him from saying something else dumb. He opts to close the gap between you instead, picking up the jersey just before wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you sweetheart. And I always will. Even when the playoffs come around and the Rangers beat your dumb bird team again.”

“Oh wow how are the Rangers gonna win? Is Trouba gonna cheap shot all my good players again so they win against basically a minor league team because they aren’t good enough to win for real?” you retort

“Oh I’ll show you cheap shot.” he says with a smirk

And with that statement he picks you up in one motion to carry you to bed, to settle the argument there.

Sorry this was so self indulgent and dumb.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #pittsburgh penguins #new york rangers #marvel fic #x reader #lol i might delete this because it's so dumb

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rainofthetwilight · 13 days

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Hey Levi sorry that I’m absolutely yapping it up in your inbox about evil Arin but I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS

When he’s faced with Sora again, she’s not taking it seriously at first. Bc like, she doesn’t know he switched sides, in her point of view he just kind of,,,,went missing and that made her extremely scared because it happened right after he found out she had used her power to make it LOOK LIKE he’d done object Spinjitzu and she was so scared he’d gone and done something drastic, so when she sees him again she is SO filled with relief and doesn’t really question uhhhhh why he disappeared and just starts trying to get him to come back with her. But he’s still like. Pissed off and is fully preparing to fight her, and she’s kinda laughing it off like ‘Come on, we both know I could beat you in a fight. Don’t do this let’s just go home :)’ and he’s like ‘not anymore. Now that you and the ninja aren’t holding me back I’ve actually been able to get better.’ And she’s STILL not taking him seriously until he actually hurts her and she switches to defense mode and is extremely upset and crying and saying she doesn’t want to hurt him and apologizing to him and AUGH

Thinking about it makes me so sad and I have to inflict that on you :(

MASON I HAVE ONE QUESTION. WHY.

UGHSHDHNSNDMAMFJSDBSKSJFHJAJJSJADN OH MY GOD.....OH MY GODDJSJJFMSMMFMSKDKS

UGHHDHDHDJSJ WHEN SHE THOUGHT ARIN FINALLY CAME BACK...SHE DIDN'T KNOW HE SWITCHED SIDES SHE DIDN"T KNOW NDJDKKEWL

IMAGINE LIKE SHE MAYBE CATCHED SMTH DIFFERENT ABT HIM BUT WAS IN DISBELIEF...AND SHE COULDN'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY...HSHSJJDKSJJSJ DUDE

HE'S JUST FULL OF ANGER AND PAIN, AND WANTS TO INFLICT THEM ONTO HER...AND SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BELIEVE IT...NOT UNTIL HE HURT HER AGSHHDDJJEJWJSJSJSJS I AM GOINF INSANE

SHE DOESN'T WANNA HURT HIM, BUT HE DEFINITELY DOES....

IT'S JUST SO AHAGDDHJSNS GODDAMNIT

I just. Might as well make a drawing for this. I am so insane AGHDJS

#ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE ABT YAPPING IN MY INBOX!!!#I actually love it so much when u guys do that hdhjdjs SEND ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!#but ougj. Ouch. PAINSBDJDJSJJS #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #levi's asks #ty for the ask!#gravy/mason tag #ninjago arin

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xxforestfairyxx · 8 months

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The Time Before

2,592 words

an: This is my first time writing, so please be kind!

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smoking, mentions of disease, hospitals, cats (?), angst, sadness (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Wayne Munson classifies his life into two parts. The separator is that one fateful night that his young nephew was dropped at his front door in the middle of the night by a teary-eyed mother who offered a promise of her return. This marker leaves two pieces; the time during Eddie, and the Time Before.

The Time Before is not something that Wayne likes to talk about. The Time Before was so far away now it didn't seem real. If he thought about it too much, he would question if he hadn't just dreamed up the whole thing. But no; it was real. All of it.

He had a child, Lisa. Lisa was now just another memory from the Time Before; what seemed to be someone else's life. Someone else's child. She was happy: little blonde pigtails springing from the sides of her head, soft cotton clothes so small he couldn't believe that any human could start out that tiny. He could still remember the smell; god, the smell. It was baby powder and springtime. That's the way he remembers it. He was so careful about smoking around her, too; he didn't want her to smell like an ashtray. He would only smoke outside when she wasn't there so that the smell of tobacco wouldn't stick to her clothes or hair.

Lisa's mama was a one-night escapade; the kind of thing that's great in the moment and never happens again. After getting home from 'Nam in the early 60s, he and his buddies indulged in the nightlife that they missed out on during their stints. He never even knew her name. But when the baby was left on his doorstep with a small bag of supplies and a note for explanation, Wayne worried. He had never planned on having kids. He didn't know if he could give this little girl the life she needed. But he tried.

He had no idea what he was doing, but as she grew he realized that he must've done something right. She was talkative by the time she turned three; ever the conversationalist. He beamed as he realized she got that from him. In fact, she got most of her traits from him; her musky blue eyes, her eagerness to move, her inability to sit still. He knew that was going to be a problem once she started school, but goddamnit, he didn't care. In his eyes, she could do no wrong.

It lasted five years. Five years of trips to the park. Five years of ice cream runs. Five years of little grabby hands that were telling him, 'Pick me up, Dad, please?' Five years of her short little giggles that were so contagious that even after she dumped all the baking flour onto the floor and made a snow angel, he couldn't be mad. He was never mad at her for long.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Wayne knew that. But he always thought that he would be the first to go. That it would last longer than it did.

When Lisa woke him up for the third time crying in the night, he thought it would be fine. He convinced himself it would all be fine. She had been sick for the past three days. It looked like a typical cold; she was running a fever, coughing, sneezing. But it had gotten worse in the last few hours; she was waking up to puke. She had so far thrown up three times in the last hour. She was complaining that her stomach hurt. He was trying to get her to calm down and go to sleep. But she kept crying, saying her stomach hurt.

When he ran into her room for the third time that night and flipped on the light, he knew something was really wrong. Her hands we clammy as they grabbed at him, holding onto his arm tightly, and her skin... a sinking feeling grew in his chest as he realized that her skin had grown jaundiced and pale. The small girl would shake in his arms every time she coughed, sobs racking through her body as she moaned and clutched her stomach.

He knew he had to do something. She was getting worse by the second, drifting away in his arms. He wouldn't let that happen. He scooped her up in a blanket and brought her out to the car, laying her on the front bench seat next to him and holding her as close to him as possible. She had stopped crying by the time he had pulled out of the driveway, her breathing shaky and forced. He knew he was repeating the words, 'Don't worry, Lisa, you're gonna be okay. Daddy's got you, don't worry, you're gonna be okay,' but he couldn't actually hear himself. It all felt so far away, and the sound of her labored breath seemed to ring in his ears.

He was thanking the lord that there was no one on the roads because he was pushing his truck as fast as it could go. he was desperately clinging to the small girl as he tried to remember the way to the hospital.

As they pulled up to the emergency room and he threw the truck into park, he knew. He could feel the loss. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was too late. But he was determined that it wouldn't be true. It wouldn't end that fast. He already had her backpack at home, and he was planning on surprising her with it next week. She was set to start school in two weeks, and he had bought all the school supplies he thought she would need. The backpack was blue, her favorite color, with little stars and moons all over the whole thing. It already held a pencil case filled with colored pencils and erasers, a lunchpail that matched the backpack, and three Dr. Seuss books that he was gonna start reading to her. Maybe she would even start reading them.

But all his hopes were thrown out the window the minute that he walked into the emergency room. He watched as his little girl was put on a stretcher, her tiny body not even taking up half of it. She looked so frail as the doctors and nurses wheeled her down the hallway, the fluorescent lights stinging his eyes. Everyone poked and prodded at her as he ran alongside, holding onto her hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her limp hand. He couldn't even hear what the nurses were saying, he just kept telling her, 'It's gonna be okay, baby, I'm here.'

He was sitting in the waiting room, watching the clock on the wall. The doctors came out two hours later.

His vision seemed to blend together until everything was just one big mush. He couldn't hear. He doubled over in his chair, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks. Lisa was gone.

They told him it was Viral Hepatitis. Two Words, Six syllables that took his baby girl away.

He had waited too long. He knew it. Maybe if he had just taken her ten minutes sooner, maybe if he had just driven a little faster, maybe if... maybe if... maybe if...

He mourned not only his little girl but the things that she never got to do. She would never go to school. Never drive. Never have another birthday party. Never make friends.

He lost so many experiences with her. He would never get to see her grow up. He would never get to go to a father-daughter dance. He would never get to give her suitors the if-you-hurt-one-little-hair-on-her-head-you-will-never-be-heard-from-again speech, never get to move her into her college dorm, never get to walk her down the aisle.

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After Lisa died, Wayne decided to have her cremated. He knew he had to get out of that house, the reminders of her everywhere. He couldn't stand the idea of not being able to visit his daughter, so he thought he could take her with him and visit her anytime. He might even bury her little urn somewhere close, just out of respect for the dead.

He cleaned out the house, packing all of Lisa's things that he wanted to keep into a small box. He took all the pictures off the walls and his clothes, loaded them all up in his old pickup truck, and made the dive all the way to Indiana.

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Even though he had started off strong in the new trailer, he couldn't seem to adjust. He didn't eat, didn't go outside, and didn't sleep. Every time that he wore himself down enough to pass out on the couch, he would only get about 2 hours before having another set of dreams about Lisa. He would wake up in cold sweats with tears running down his face. And the worst part? He couldn't even remember the dreams. Just the fact that they were about her.

He was miserable in this new town. He didn't even think about looking for a job for the first two weeks, but as money started to disappear, he had to look through the Help Wanted section of the newspaper.

He'd also decided that after Lisa, he needed something else to take care of. So he got a cat. He didn't know why he needed a cat; a dog would have been a lot more sensible. A dog can watch over you and protect you; maybe he could've even trained it to go hunting with him. But he decided to buy a cat. It was a tiny black ball of fur that he named Flopsy because one ear flopped down like a Bunny rabbit while the other one stayed up.

That cat was one of the best things that ever happened to Wayne. When he felt lonely, it was almost like she could sense it. She would curl up in his lap or on his chest and lay there, just keeping him company, as he watched the television.

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It wasn't even six months later when there was a knock at the door. He had just finished a cigarette (he had since thrown out the rule of only smoking outside) and was finally starting to nod off when a sharp knock at the door brought him back to consciousness and he went to answer it.

In those six months, Wayne had tacked down and managed to hold on to a job at the mechanics shop two miles down the road. He was good with cars, his entire childhood was spent with his father, who was the most professional (and honestly-priced) mechanic in the entire state of Georgia. His father had taught him and his brother, Alfred, whom they all called Al, everything there was to know about cars, and it was one of the only things the man could remember the ins and outs of to this day.

When he pulled open the door, his eyes immediately danced over the figures outside. It was so dark out that he couldn't see their faces, but he could tell that one was a woman, just shy of his own height, and a small boy, at least ten, huddled behind the woman's leg. When his vision finally adjusted to the dark of the night, he recognized the face of Vivianne, his brother's wife.

Al Munson was a screwy guy, as Wayne used to say. He and his brother were polar opposites. Their father always used to say that Al had less sense than God gave a goose, and he was just about right. Al had landed himself in jail five times before he was even eighteen, and it only got uglier from there.

Al had started to mess around with Vivianne when they had just graduated high school. And she was so blind to his actions that she stayed with him, even at the advice not to from her soon-to-be brother-in-law. They had a baby a few years before Wayne, but he was still fighting in Vietnam at that time and hadn't heard anything about a child until now.

When Vivianne sat down at his kitchen table, her face covered in tears and snot, she explained that Al was going to put her in the ground. She knew it. It had been a long time coming (Al wasn't always the most even-tempered guy) but it wasn't until she had the baby that she started taking his abuse seriously.

"I don't care about what happens to me anymore, I've made my bed and now I have to lie in it. But I couldn't stand to see that little boy get left alone with his father. He would kill him, I'm sure he would."

Wayne recognized what she needed before she even asked. "I'll take him."

He didn't think about his answer; he didn't think about all the things he'd need to do, he'd need to buy a bed and clothes and food that was healthy and be able to keep a watchful eye on a new child. But somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to take care of a kid. He thought that if he could make a difference in even one child's life, he should. For Lisa.

Vivianne left the trailer with the promise to return soon (one Wayne never believed would come to fruition), and Wayne went over to the couch and sat by the young boy. Flopsy, the cat, had taken an interest in the kid and was sitting up next to him, staring at him. The child seemed nervous, holding his bag in his lap and sitting straight up in his seat, which couldn't have been easy due to the plush cushions on the couch that seemed to want to swallow you up every time you sat down.

"Her name's Flopsy," Wayne announced, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "Do you want to pet her?" he asked softly, looking at the boy. He made no reply, just slowly moved his hand over her soft head. Flopsy immediately started purring, and the sound startled the boy, making him snatch his hand away. "No, no, no, that means she likes it. She makes that noise when she's happy," Wayne tried to explain, but the boy's fears of the cat had returned.

They sat in silence for a long while, the only thing making noise being Flopsy, who was meowing softly to be fed. Wayne eventually got up from the couch, walked to the kitchen, and refilled her food bowl. She seemed content, and he moved on to the next problem at hand: where the boy was going to sleep tonight. Wayne had an extra room where he had stored some junk when he first moved in and never got the chance to clean it out, but there was no extra bed in there. He was also not going to make the kid sleep on the couch, so he went into his own bedroom and took the sheets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones. He cleared his side table ashtray, while he was at it, and a few empty coffee cups that he brought to the sink.

"You can sleep in there tonight, and tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you a bed and some sheets, okay?" Wayne explained to the young boy, pointing a thumb to his bedroom. The child turned to him, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he had arrived, and asked in a meek voice, "How long am I staying here?" Wayne didn't know how to answer this question. To be quite honest, he didn't know. He didn't know if Vivianne was ever going to come back and collect this kid, or if Al would come to take him. Technically, Wayne had no guardianship over him, so Al could come anytime he wanted to. Just the thought of that happening made Wayne shiver. "I don't know, kid. But it'll be good for you to have your own bedroom in case you do stay or if you come and visit," Wayne decided. The child nodded his head slowly, his small mop of curls bouncing along with him.

"What was your name again, kid?" Wayne asked, looking at him, hoping he would answer the question.

"Eddie."

#wayne munson #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #wayne munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #wayne munson headcanon #wayne munson oneshot #wayne munson imagine #xxforestfairyxx's the time before

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crabs-brencil · 2 months

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ugh the second pacific rim makes me so sad because like. it's this insane amalgamation of what could've been, and im sure other people have said this before but whatever i just rewatched it and im in my feels rn so buckle up ig.

firstly - acghfshg they literally got rid of all of silly little things that made the first pacific rim *pacific rim*, except for the like two occasions when they didn't. like. soundtrack?? where did it go?? there was one (1) scene that had any sort of soundtrack usage the way the first movie did it, and it was a callback scene to the first movie. and the first pacrim was rife with ridiculous action-hero quips (think raleigh's bro saying "let's turn up the heat" in the middle of a fight) which pacrim 2 did try to do but it was so painfully a product of it's time bc dear god does it take itself way too seriously for any of the quips to land. not saying that john boyega didn't have his moments but like. they were the type of moments you'd find in any movie produced in that time.

secondly - charlie day and burn gorman put their whole actussies into that performance -- because goddamnit pacrim 2 was supposed to be an ode to hermann and newt's relationship -- only to get shafted at the last hour. like seriously their arc in pacrim 2 is so fucking heartbreaking, the two of them going from being so in tune with one another as they were at the end of pacrim 1 to drifting so far apart over ten years. and you can tell that they don't really want to believe that they don't really know each other anymore either, because like come *on* the sheer apprehensive hope on hermann's face when he first comes up to newt, and the way his face just *falls* when he asks "you won't help me?", and newt letting himself get dragged away and letting hermann go on even though he's clearly in a rush. and the way the both of them try to ignore how they've both changed over the past decade, because they have changed out of sync, and changed away from each other, and they both remind the other of what it used to be like, but it doesn't feel the same anymore because it isn't the same and just. ugh. that proverb about men and rivers. and like you can tell that what's left of newt is like. punching the prison walls of his brain, because of the sheer regret in his face when he has to hurt hermann, or the way he tries to avoid shit talking hermann when his boss clearly expects it of him. and obviously hermann having to see his friend disappear like that. going from hugging him outside the elevator because it was finally like the good old days again and they were on the same side and they would fight the bad guys and save the world again, to finding out that the person the world needed saving from was newt. and all that just to end the way it did. the both of them are entirely forgotten after hermann checks over the rocket plan and newt gets punched out.

and like obviously they were vying for a third movie because the set up for a newmann flavored reunion was literally right there, but like asfhjdg.

thirdly - mako's death??? that could've really been something, they could've used it to have like an actual lambert/jake moment, where they actually get to reconcile, but it might as well not have happened what with how the movie actually went about it.

bleh. im sure there's more to be said that im just forgetting about but whatever, it's way too late for me to care, and if any of the stuff ive said has been addressed in like interviews or smth, i wouldn't know about it as ive only seen the movies themselves and i don't particularly care to hunt down such footage.

anyways thanks for reading, if you've got this far you're a real one <3

#pacrim #pacrim 2 #pacific rim #pacific rim uprising

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gumnut-logic · 6 months

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A still moment.

Cloud sailing slowly across the sky, sunlight and shadows. The flickering sheen of palm fronds gently shaken by the breeze. The clatter of sea air-hardened plant fibres crumpling together and rubbing like the back legs of a cricket.

Birds. So many birds.

At some point in pre-history Tracy Island had risen above the waves and created one of the rare oases of land in a sea of ocean desert and life had taken advantage of it. Birds discovered it and made it their home. Coral colonised it and built the reef his fish brother played in.

Trees, shrubs, ferns, moss, insects, an entire ecosystem unique to the Island had grown.

And eventually it had become his family’s home.

He filtered sand grains through his fingers.

Today had been one of those days where he questioned whether it was worth it.

Of course, it was worth it.

It was his father’s voice in the back of his mind. A familiar timbre and surety.

He had clung to both many times, and they gave reassurance and direction.

But days like today?

They were not enough.

His father wasn’t the one who had to watch a brother fall.

His father wasn’t the one who had to cling to a brother’s hand while he screamed in pain.

His father wasn’t the one who had to face his family with news enough to shatter them.

Was it worth it?

He tried to answer that in the positive but the words crumbled under the weight of anguish.

John had survived.

Barely.

There was a long road ahead and it would be some time before he saw his beloved Thunderbird Five again. He was going to be hell to live with.

A hell that was heaven up against the alternative.

His sigh was like the sound of the world squashing him just a little more.

They followed their father’s dream. It had become their dream.

But at what cost? How much did they have to pay? When did it stop? When was enough enough?

His brothers’ eyes grew wearier every day. Alan, barely into adulthood and already aged by experience. It hurt to watch his spark dim. It hurt to see him struggling with sights and sounds he should have been protected from.

God, he wished he could protect his little brother.

Protect all of them.

The imp in the back of his mind sat down next to his father and smiled. ‘I’m fine, don’t worry.’

He couldn’t help it. He was responsible.

Wiping his hands on his pants, he stood up. His runners were full of gritty sand and the waves mocked him with their regularity.

He rubbed his face, but he couldn’t scrub away the sight of John screaming.

So, he broke into a run.

His feet hit the first of the rocks leading off the beach and he leapt up and back onto the path he had deviated from earlier. Nothing was calming his heart.

The question kept surfacing.

Was it worth it?

His feet pounded amongst the gravel, as regular and as mocking as the waves below.

The view blurred.

God, he was going to stash John on Five and never let him down again.

He would love that.

Something in his heart just hurt.

His feet pounded faster.

His mind’s eye darted over familiar faces. Sadness, fear, Grandma’s tears.

He rubbed his face again and his hand came back wet.

Goddamnit!

Scott staggered to a halt and dropped his hands to his knees, his breath coming in little more than haggard gasps as his head drooped.

Goddamnit.

How could it be possibly worth his brothers’ lives?

A hand touched his back and he flinched away.

But the hand was strong and before he knew it, he was wrapped in even stronger arms, his head drawn to a flannel shoulder, words of reassurance rumbling in his ear.

For a moment, there was just distress and tears.

“He’s going to be okay.” Virgil’s voice was always reassuring. Always there.

Scott pulled away, straightening up and wiping his face. “I know.”

“You did what you had to do.”

“I know.”

His younger brother was staring up at him, worry in his dark eyes. A hand reached up to grip his arm. “You had no choice.”

“I know.” But this time it was hoarse and it hurt so much.

“John wouldn’t have it any other way. Those children owe their lives to your decision.”

“I don’t care.”

“What?” Worry turned to puzzlement.

“Why is John’s life worth less than another.”

“It isn’t. But it is his choice.”

Scott opened his mouth, but his protest died in his throat.

Virgil picked up on it and furthered his point, his remaining hand landing on Scott’s other arm and gripping tight. “It was his choice, Scott. It is John’s life to offer.”

“It was my decision.”

Virgil’s lips thinned. “No. Not really. He would have done it anyway.”

The image of his brother screaming taunted him again. So much pain.

And he had given his permission.

But John would have done it anyway.

Hell, Scott would have done it, if he had had the chance.

Anything to protect his brother.

To save those children’s lives.

Virgil drew him into a hug again and Scott wasn’t sure if it was for him or for Virgil.

Likely both.

Was it worth it?

Children screaming.

John screaming.

He didn’t have an answer anymore.

It just hurt.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I had forgotten this one existed

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raynelovesyoongi · 7 months

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no more love

Pairing-Lee Heeseung x Gn!Reader

Warnings-angst with no comfort, cussing, toxic relationship(?), lowercase intended, not proofread

wordcount-710

it was your anniversary with heeseung, today marked your one year of being together. You were extremely excited for heeseung to come over, you had set everything up at your apartment because he was a very private person with his love and affection. for some reason even after a whole year of being together the thought of him coming over to your house made you nervous. you spent all day since 7am cleaning up for this special day and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect, there were candles lit up, dinner was made, a movie paused and ready to be played after a romantic dinner. you had even brought snacks just in case either of you were still hungry after dinner, you needed tonight to be amazing. you heard your phone buzz and ran towards it hoping it was your boyfriend telling you he was finally off work and on his way, it was your boyfriend but it the text was kinda the opposite of what you were hoping for, ‘hey yn i’ll be there a bit late, i have a few important things to do at home’ read the text. you were a bit disappointed, not in your boyfriend because you completely understood. you just didn’t think you could take anymore waiting but you promised yourself you would do it for your boyfriend and you wouldn’t let this ruin your mood! You waited for about 15 minutes, then those 15 minutes turned into 30 all the way to an hour. You called him and he didn’t answer, did he forget? was he still busy? did he fall asleep? you texted him and your face lit up when he texted back. ‘i’m on the way.’ at this point dinner was already cold but you could always just heat it up. when the doorbell rang you immediately ran to the door and engulfed him in a big hug when he got there, he tensed up but hugged back.

“hi how was work? happy anniversary babe! i missed you!” you said as you kissed his cheek and helped him put his coat on the coat rack.

“work was fine, i’m hungry. where’s the food?” you dragged him towards the dining room and sat down at the table. “it’s cold.”

“oh right! sorry it got cold while i was wai— ”

“Let’s break up.” you froze and turned around to see if he was joking, his face was serious. he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the food in front of him. you giggled and began speaking.

“heeseung, you’re silly.” you said as you were about to grab his and your plate to go heat up the food before he stopped you with his hands grabbing your wrists making you put the plates back down. heeseung wasn’t laughing.

“i’m serious yn.” you looked at him again, he wasn’t lauging or smiling. he really was serious.

“heeseung if it’s about the food being cold then i’m sorry, i can go heat it up and it’ll all be good.”

“no! it’s not about the food goddamnit. yn i don’t fucking love you anymore.” at this point you couldn’t control the tears that were spilling out of your eyes, was he really breaking up with you on your one year anniversary?

“why heeseung? what have i done? did i do anything to upset you? what’s wrong? why can’t we just talk it out?”

“because we just can’t yn! i just have no more love for you. there’s nothing when i look at you, it’s all gone. every single last drop of love i’ve ever held for you is all gone. bye yn.” and with that he left you, without anything else said or done. he just got up and left without a single word or a single look at you while you were left sobbing on the floor of your apartment. you couldn’t contain the sadness you felt, it was all spilling out at this very moment. after everything you’ve done and he couldn’t even give you one reason he stopped loving you. you felt like your world had just been shattered, your heart sunk and you couldn’t take it anymore. all the memories you guys made together, gone and thrown away.

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thissortofsorcery · 1 year

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Harringrove, 2k words. Established relationship, light angst, fluff.

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Billy doesn’t even remember what Steve said that pushed him over the edge. Between one moment and the next, Billy was yelling,

"Goddamnit, Harrington, if I wanted someone to hold my fucking hand, I wouldn't go to you!"

Steve just sat there, gaping at him, both hands still on the steering wheel. Billy thanked god they were in Steve's car and already parked, because he couldn't take the hurt look that came over Steve's eyes, so he just climbed out of the car and slammed the door before stalking off.

The half hour it took to walk back to his house and shut himself in his room had calmed him down enough for him to see he'd overreacted.

Billy had lost it on Steve again. He'd been trying so fucking hard, these pasts few months, to be someone better, to be someone Steve could like, but he was still just a piece of shit. He could pretend all he liked, could work his charm on Steve until he was melting in his hands, but in the end Billy would always let him down. He couldn't get rid of this thing in him, this- This anger. It stained his insides like tar, it clung to everything he did, made everything too sharp, too toxic.

Just the thought of it is enough to make it rise in the back of his throat again, and he sends a can of hairspray flying with a slap. It hits the wall with a bang and falls, joining the broken mixtapes on the floor. The ones Neil broke, as a lesson. The reason he was in such a foul mood in the first place.

Steve could be an asshole, but he's not the kind of asshole Billy is.

This is just an example of why this thing between them was doomed to fail. Billy was always going to screw it up. And from the look on Steve's face, he's not going to forgive Billy for this. Whatever they had was too new, too fragile.

And now it was over.

The next day is Saturday, and Billy starts his afternoon by chainsmoking at the quarry.

He couldn't stand staying at the house, with everyone else out and the silence closing up on him. Thinking that he should be out too.

He's supposed to be at Steve's.

So he'd just grabbed his keys and driven to the first place that came to mind. Billy and Steve never really came here to hang out, so it's not like anything here is making him think of Steve. But Steve's always on his mind, anyway.

Steve's dumb preppy hair, his pastel polos, the width of his shoulders, the way they feel under his hands. His ass in gym shorts. That one mole on the side of his tit that drives Billy insane. How his smile pulls a little to the left when he means it.

There's the rumble of a car approaching, and Billy pushes off the Camaro, assumes it's a cop. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot. He's halfway to snarking something about how he didn't know it was illegal to smoke there, when a voice interrupts him:

"Thought you were gonna come over today, man."

Steve's standing beside his Beamer, hands in his jacket pockets. Billy's mouth closes with a clack, and he stares. He sure as hell didn't expect Steve to show up here.

"I was looking all over town for you. I drove past your house and your car wasn't there," Steve keeps his distance, but he's looking at Billy so intensely he might as well be right up against him.

"I've just been here," is all Billy can say.

"Yeah," Steve agrees, but his tone isn't mocking. "Why didn't you come over?"

Billy doesn't know what to say. Can't say the truth, can't say thought you wouldn't want me to.

"What do you want, man?" Is what he says instead. Billy breathes in clean air and wishes it was smoke.

"What do I- Billy," Steve takes a couple steps closer. Stops.

Billy’s body wants to sway closer to him, wants to close what’s left of the distance between them. But Steve’s frowning with that little dimple in the middle of his forehead, the one that means he’s sad, and Billy’s the one that put it there.

He leans back on the hood of the Camaro, back to Steve, and lights another cigarette.

“You’re just not gonna say anything?” Steve asks, and his voice is finally rising above a dejected mumble.

“Don’t know what you want me to say,” Billy doesn’t look at Steve. He takes a drag of his cigarette, pretends his hand isn’t shaking.

“I want-” Billy hears Steve release a shaky breath, and he just knows he’s running a hand through his hair. “Would you just look at me!”

When Steve’s voice breaks, Billy does too. Steve’s hair is ruffled, like he thought, and the dimple in his forehead is gone. He’s just plain pissed now.

“Where did you go yesterday?” The calm in Steve’s voice doesn’t match his frown. Billy doesn’t trust it.

“I went home,” Billy answers, wary. Suddenly, he feels chilled in only his jean jacket.

“You walked home.”

Why the fuck is Steve just repeating what he’s saying.

“Yeah, Steve, I just walked home. What is it to you?” Billy snaps. He’s starting to feel it, the burning in his chest, in his throat.

“I don’t know, Billy!” Steve snaps right back. He’s the one that closes the distance. From the corner of his eyes, Billy tracks Steve’s hands moving as he speaks. “You just went off on me yesterday and ditched me, and you didn’t show up today, what am I supposed to think?!”

There’s a sound in his mind like a crack, a log giving in to fireplace flame, a burst of sparks, and Billy imagines smoke coming out of his mouth like he just inhaled an entire cigarette.

“How will I know what you think, Steve? I'm not a fucking mind reader!” Billy snaps.

“Maybe if we talked to each other once in a while!” Steve yells back. “I try to get you to talk to me and I might as well be trying to pull out your teeth!”

“Doesn’t that tell you something? Why don’t you back the fuck off?!” Billy’s voice rises above Steve’s, hoarser, meaner. Just a little more desperate.

“Because you never tell me anything about how you feel, and it drives me up the fucking wall!”

“If you’re so pissed, then why the fuck did you even come here?” Billy’s voice echoes in the absence of Steve’s answer. He blinks at Billy, face blank.

They stare at each other for what feels like the entire afternoon, breathing hard. When Steve speaks, Billy jolts at the thought that the quarry is just as bright as it’s been the last fifteen minutes.

“Fuck. Fuck- I’m sorry,” Steve says, voice shaking, and rubs both hands over his face. “I didn’t mean to pick a fight. I’m not pissed at you. I’m sorry.”

It’s enough to make Billy take a full step back. The roaring fire in his chest goes out in a single gust of wind, leaving him chilled.

“Why are you apologizing,” His voice comes out flat. This isn't on Steve.

“I lost my shit at you, and that’s not-” Steve takes another deep, shaky breath, reaches a hand out to Billy, painfully slowly. “I’m not pissed at you, I was worried.”

“Worried about what.”

Steve’s hand finally touches Billy’s. His fingers are warm around Billy’s palm, they always are, and Steve just. Holds his hand.

“You were acting weird yesterday, when I picked you up,” Steve steps closer, bends their heads together so they only need low voices to hear each other. “At the diner, too. Then you snapped in the car, and I thought- something happened, right? With your dad?”

Billy can’t look at Steve, so he just stares at their hands, together. Nods.

“He didn’t- He just broke a bunch of my tapes. Got the ones you gave me, so.” It wasn’t that bad, considering. Billy’d had a lot worse. He should have just been happy he’s been able to still get out of the house. But the sight of Steve’s mixtapes in pieces on the floor had made his stomach turn.

When Steve sighs, his breath is warm on Billy’s face. He doesn’t say he’s sorry, doesn’t say he’ll make Billy new ones. He knows that’s not the point. He squeezes Billy’s hand instead.

Sometimes it feels like Billy’s living in a world of fog and Steve’s the only solid thing he’s got to hold on to.

He looks up, “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. In the car.”

He has to say that, at least. If there’s anyone in the world Billy would trust with his shit, it’s Steve, even if he doesn’t deserve it.

“I know that,” Steve says, like he never doubted it. “I know you.”

Billy’s breath hitches, and his eyes burn. His other hand reaches for Steve, grasps at his hip, pulls him close.

“Billy,” Steve starts, “you thought I was pissed at you.”

Billy gives him a look, “You were yelling at me.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffs out that self deprecating laugh Billy hates. “But you said, ‘why did I even come here’. You thought I got pissed yesterday? Is that why you didn’t come over?”

Billy hesitates, chews on the inside of his lip. Looks down at their hands again.

“I lost it at you in the car.”

“And I lost it at you just now,” Steve shoots back.

“Yeah, but I keep doing it. I can’t stop.” Billy grinds out, voice rising again. Steve doesn’t understand. It’s not the same. Steve apologized but he wasn't the one at fault.

He makes to step back from Steve, and Steve lets him go, but not far.

“I keep- I just get so-” Billy can’t come up with the words, so his breath leaves him shakily, between his teeth. “And one day you won’t-”

Billy’s voice cracks, and he shakes his hand free to cover his face, but Steve’s hands get there first, wiping his thumbs over his cheeks, taking away the wetness he didn’t realize was there. Billy clings to his bony wrists, instead.

“Billy,” Steve says, barely a whisper. “You’re not gonna lose me because you get angry sometimes. Okay?”

Steve knocks his forehead against Billy’s, gently. Rests it there.

Billy gives a barely there nod.

“I’m serious,” Steve says. “You’re allowed to get angry, especially if I’m being a dick. You’re not doing anything wrong,” He insists. “I just blew up at you and you forgave me just like that.”

Billy shakes his head, “It’s not the same thing.”

“Kind of is, though, man,” Steve insists. “I told you, I know you. You’re an asshole, but you’re not cruel,” He laughs softly, smile lopsided. “I should know, I’m an asshole too.”

Steve’s eyes are bright in the afternoon sun. There’s nothing clouding them, no frown. No dimple on his forehead. Then he says,

“I’m not just gonna give up on you,” and Billy has to close his eyes.

Steve’s nose nudges his own and they just. Breathe together.

Billy feels his way to Steve’s mouth by sucking tiny kisses from his cheek, to the corner of his mouth, to Steve’s smiling lips, and Steve kisses back with his entire body, settling into Billy from chest to thighs, the toes of his sneakers bumping into Billy’s boots.

Billy digs his fingers into Steve’s hips, sighs into his mouth when Steve cradles his jaw into his large hands, buries his fingers into the hair curling behind Billy’s ears. A tingle goes down Billy’s spine, and he bites at Steve's lips until he can press in, in, like he can crawl inside and make a home there. His fingers find his way under Steve’s shirt, feeling around for skin until they splay over his lower back, pulling him impossibly closer.

Steve is warm everywhere, where their hips and their chests touch, where his fingers dig into Billy’s scalp, where Steve’s lips wrap around Billy’s bottom one and suck, on his tongue when Billy licks into his mouth in return, on his breath when theirs mingle together for the hundredth time.

They trade soft, slow kisses in the sunlight, lips parting just to come together again until they’re just resting against each other, breathing together again. Steve’s thumb strokes the hollow of Billy’s cheek, back and forth.

In a minute, they’ll drive separate cars to Steve’s house, only to settle together on the living room couch and while away the afternoon with pizza and beer. In a minute, Billy’s going to slap Steve’s ass when he turns to get into the Beamer and make a dirty joke that he’ll follow through with later that night. In a minute, they’ll let go of each other.

For now, Billy buries his nose in the hair that curls behind Steve’s ear and closes his eyes, breathes in. Thinks back to the drive over from California, how he was sure every mile was a shovel of dirt piled over his grave, and any chance of happiness was left behind there with the warmth of the sun. Thinks he was wrong.

It was bringing him to this instead.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #billy antis dni #mine

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thirstytrashblogger · 30 days

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Stamp of Approval

Picture from: @ichimatsu-of-the-day

Ichimatsu x reader oneshot

Summary: Ichimatsu goes to Y/N’s apartment for the first time and meets her roommate.

Warnings: fluff, cat oc, fem-reader, period cramps, established relationship, fairly new relationship, self-doubt

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Ichimatsu waited outside her apartment building for their date, one she had planned and invited him on. He held a small sad crumbled bouquet for her that had been crumpled on the walk to her building. How she found interest in such a bum like him he would never understand but man, did he want this to work out even if it felt like he was just buying extra time before he eventually screwed everything up and scared her away. He looked down at the ground before hearing the recognizable click of the main entrance opening and there she was but she wasn’t in her usual put-together state. Instead, she was wearing comfortable lounging clothes with slightly tousled hair more similar to his everyday look than hers. Nonetheless, she was still radiant and the most gorgeous person he had the honor of laying eyes on.

“Ichi, Hi!” she beamed.

“H-hey kitten. You feeling okay?” he asked after composing himself, gripping the flowers even tighter than before.

“Haha,” she blushed at the nickname. “I’m okay just having some cramps right now. I had planned a picnic for us but honestly, I don’t think I have the energy to go out today.”

“Huh? Oh, okay. I’ll leave then.” He tried not to show his disappointment at rejection but the looming cloud of grey over him was obvious.

“What!? No don’t leave! I was thinking we could stay in. I made snacks and thought we could cuddle and watch movies. Maybe even take a little nap if we’re feeling it.” She finished.

He turned back. She really just described the perfect date. He couldn’t believe she truly still wanted to spend time with him. That she would allow him into her home. That she would allow him in her presence while she was in pain. Goddamn, he can’t fuck this one up. He REALLY couldn’t fuck this one up. He stared at her starstruck at her offer before realizing he had not said anything to confirm the dream date.

“Okay” he yelped out.

“Great!” she smiled. “Oh, I also wanted you to meet my roommate. She’s also my best friend. I think you’ll really like her.” she added.

Of course. This will be his biggest test yet. Gaining approval from her friends seems like an impossible task for him. Who in their right mind would approve of a useless NEET like him dating an angel like her? Sure they’ll probably be polite in person but once he leaves they’ll definitely set her straight and before long she’ll tell him to hit the bricks. If this is their last date then he’s gonna make it count though, goddamnit. For the first time in a long time, he’s not going down without a fight.

“O-oh, yeah. That would be nice.” he played off as they began going upstairs to her apartment.

Once they made it through the door, he looked around. It was a small apartment. Maybe fit for a couple but definitely no more than one bedroom and the shoes by the door were all Y/N’s. He didn’t see any signs any other people lived there.

“Amelia, I’m back,” she called as they set their shoes by the door. “Come here, I want you to meet my boyfriend!” she called out excitedly.

Ichimatsu continued to slowly look around. Nervous about the impending encounter but didn’t seem like anyone else was home. That’s when he noticed a cat tree by the window and some toys littered the ground.

“She’s usually pretty shy around new people. She might be hiding.” Y/N mentioned. “I’ll check the bedroom.”

“Hiding?” he asked. Pretty weird for someone to hide when called to greet guests but then again he’s been guilty of doing the same. It was then that he felt something on his leg. He looked down to see a little black cat with shining green eyes threading through his legs and purring. He was in awe. Bending down to properly greet the kitty with a soft blush and smile.

“Hello, sweet thing,” he said letting her sniff his hand before petting her. She purred loudly and began rubbing her face on his sweater. She meowed gently. He meowed back. Now sitting on the floor to continue petting her. He pulled one of the cattails out of the crumpled bouquet and began playing with her.

Y/n reentered the room. Greeted by the lovely sight of Ichimatsu playing with her sweet little cat. She enjoyed the scene before he could notice.

“Oh, so this is what I find?” she began. “My best friend in the arms of my lover” she stated dramatically before giggling. “You even took my flowers.” she joked, joining them on the floor and receiving a headbutt from Amelia. Her own little way of saying she picked a good one to bring home.

Ichimatsu looked at her even more in love than before. Her best friend is a cat! A very sweet little cat that loves him and approves of him. And they say black cats are bad luck.

“You could’ve told me she wasn’t a human. I would’ve been way less nervous to meet your roommate.” He mentioned still wearing his wide cute goofy smile.

“Yeah. Sorry. I guess I forget sometimes it’s kinda weird to refer to her like she’s people but I always talk to her like she is.” She scratched the good spot behind her ears earning an even louder purr. “Well, it seems you two have already met. Ichimatsu this is my best friend, Amelia. Amelia, this is Ichimatsu, my boyfriend.” she held the kitty out to him the long way. Amelia meowed in greeting.

Ichimatsu reached his hands out gently squeezing Amelia’s front paw pads in a formal greeting.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Amelia” he responded. Watching Y/N begin playing with the kitty. Waving the cattail in front of her.

“She really does like you. It normally takes her a good while to warm up to anyone. Not that I would expect anything else from an amazing cat whisperer like yourself.”

Ichimatsu was touched by the compliment. He wondered how few others got the privilege of being this close to them and how lucky he was to be in that select few.

“I’m happy to get her stamp of approval,” he said aloud sweetly. Meanwhile, he was thinking if anything happened to either Y/N or Amelia he’d burn the building down and kill everyone in the world.

The sweet kitty gave Ichimatsu’s arm a few headbutts before rubbing her face on his sleeve again.

“Hey, don’t steal him away from me. That’s MY lovely boyfriend, Ami and I intend to keep him as mine.” She joked pulling Amelia into her lap and planting a kiss between her ears.

Is that truly how she saw him? Did she value him that much? So proudly declaring their dating status and cherishing having him. She chose him and wanted him and trusted him to meet her dearest kitty. Before he even realized it, Ichimatsu leaned down and kissed the crown of Y/n’s head. She looked up in surprise with loving eyes. He hooked his finger under her chin bringing her face close to his.

“Not even the sweetest of cats can steal me away from my kitten.” he said with the same adoring look on his face making her swoon. The two joined in a long sweet kiss.

Before long the three of them were cuddled up in a nest of blankets watching movies with snacks around them. Amelia chose to stay in Ichimatsu’s lap purring and kneading the blankets before falling asleep. The flowers he had brought were now in a vase on the table. He wished every day could be like this. He’d found a perfect slice of paradise and never wanted it to go away. The couple chatted lazily laughing and enjoying each other’s presence. Eventually, they both grew pretty sleepy and Y/n dozed off on Ichimatsu holding onto his side with his arm wrapped around her. As his eyes grew heavy he thought he must have already been dead because this was heaven.

A/N: Some mushy gooey stuff because I can finally write again. Might make more Ichimatsu fics. Comment for more! I have ideas again people! Antidepressants are some magical stuff!

#ichimatsu #ichimatsu matsuno #ichimatsu x reader #ichimatsu x y/n #ichimatsu matsudo x reader #fluffy ichimatsu #i'm back #mr. osomatsu #mr. osomatsu x reader #fluff #cat oc #cute fic #fem reader #x reader #reader insert #cat person #black cat #cat boy

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Violet and Rose Ch. 19

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: WE ARE HERE TO MEND HEARTS GODDAMNIT

“She may be good at what she does, but that doesn’t negate that she refuses to utilize her powers for the greater good.” Christine had been doing a wonderful job at listening and avoiding her critical commentary, but now she broke, unable to restrain her thoughts. The lessons Christine had been taught as a child were spouted without thought sometimes.

“I think educating youth is the definition of a job for the greater good.” You retorted, not letting her get away with the negative comments towards Larissa. You had been talking too long and too candidly for either of you to get upset with you at challenging her.

“For some, but not a shapeshifter.” She seemed so sure of her words, almost like they had been repeated by her and many before her until they became automatic and meaningless. She had finished her third drink since you had gotten there, but when the bartender asked if she wanted another, she shook her head no, cutting herself off.

“Oh, please.” You scoffed, finishing the rest of the water in front of you and pushing it forward for the bartender to take the glass away when he passed by next.

“Her father and I have used our powers to help people, but she refuses to use them with the exception of…” Christine attempted to explain her logic to you. Her hands were gesturing in front of her, almost like she was begging you to understand where she was coming from. Her tone made it seem that she was exhausted by Larissa’s actions, “…getting you pregnant.”

“Our powers can be enjoyed, Christine! Every once in a while, I deserve to let the flowers bloom out of season.” You tried to use yourself as an example, hoping that she could see reason in your argument, but it seemed to be of no avail.

“No. That’s not what my- There are so few shapeshifters… We can’t-” Christine had so many thoughts and she was finding it hard to pick one. Too many thoughts were swirling in Chrstine’s mind. Her own mistakes regarding love and her own mother’s harsh words battled within her for the first time in decades.

“You can.”

Christine paused, not knowing what to say next. You were right of course, but Christine had dealt with far too much pain around this subject to want to continue any further.

“Larissa and I are going to be together. We are going to get married and have children and if you want a relationship with her, you are just going to have to come to terms with this.” You slip down off the barstool, knowing that you have been away from Larissa far too long. If she woke up and you were gone, she would be devastated. Christine whipped her head to look at you, eyes concerned with where you were going.

“I- I-” Christine stammered, trying to stop you from leaving. Truthfully, she didn’t want to be left alone. You only shook your head, placing a hand on her arm.

“Goodnight, Christine. I need to go back to Larissa.” You left her at the bar alone, not really caring if she had a place to stay for the night. Christine wasn’t really your problem and at the end of the day, she had been verbally abusing Larissa for years, so the fact that you had offered her any of your time was more than enough. Christine turned back to her drink and began ruminating on the plethora of regrets she had begun to accumulate throughout her lifetime.

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Larissa had awoken not long after you had sat down with her mother. Initially she wondered if you had gone to the bathroom, but when she checked, the door was open and the room dark. She retreated back to your bed. She kept trying to remind herself that all of your belongings were here and you had to come back, but the negative feelings of rejection were far too strong. Larissa buried herself into your pillow, allowing the tears to fall once again.

She just wanted you here with her. Was that too much to ask for?

When you entered the hotel room once more, you pouted at the sad sight of Larissa curled around one of your pillows. You assumed she was sleeping by the way her eyes were closed and how she remained unmoving. The sheets were askew and her naked body was partially covered. You realize you were overdressed, beginning to strip off your clothes with a smile. Larissa had been watching you through her eyelashes, happy to see you preparing to join her in bed once more.

The pillow had taken your spot in the bed, so you chose to move around to the opposite side. As soon as you do, Larissa turns in bed, holding up the sheets and presenting you with a spot to crawl in next to her. You crawl into bed, pulling your body flush to hers. She was so warm and always smelled so nice. How did you last a whole week without her?

“Where were you?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. You could tell she had been crying. Her tone sounded so scared and lonely and you immediately regretted leaving her alone for so long. Larissa’s arm was draped over your side as you rested your forehead on her sternum.

“I needed to go for a walk and think through everything.” You kicked yourself for lying again. It was a partial truth and these partial truths were what had gotten you both into trouble in the first place. You were unsure of how Larissa would handle you talking to her mother about many of the issues that you had been facing during your time in the UK.

“And?” She was flooded with worry. What if you were going to say that your relationship was irreparable? What if you just wanted the sex for closure? What if you didn’t want to marry her? What if-

Your next sentence interrupted her long string of anxious what-ifs, “I’m sorry I never gave you the chance to explain yourself and talk to me.”

“When- when I came home and you were gone…” Larissa was taken back to the moment when she walked into her parents house after taking a walk to clear her head. She couldn’t believe that her mother had the audacity to strike her when she herself was a grown woman. When she pushed open the front door, Christine was waiting for her. Stephen was sitting on the stairs, staring at the floor.

“What happened?” Larissa shifted from side to side, looking for you in the living room. It wasn’t until she made eye contact with her mother that she knew something was terribly wrong.

“She left. She saw how much of a misfit she would have been in this family. She is headed back to London as we speak.”

“No. She wouldn’t leave me. She would never leave me. She wouldn’t leave like this.” Larissa let out a breathless laugh and moved towards the stairs, truly believing that you couldn’t be gone. Stephen covered his mouth with his hand, guilt written all over his face.

Christine stepped between Larissa and the stairs, stopping her from wasting her time, “She is gone, Larissa. You will just have to move on.”

“No…” Larissa shook her head, truly unable to believe her mother’s words. Stephen moved from his place on the stairs so he could come to his daughter's side.

“Yes, now if you could just-” Christine began her lecture once more, but Larissa was far too frantic and confused to even listen.

“She would never leave me. She wouldn’t leave like this.” Stephen was at Larissa’s side now, his hand gently rubbing her arm as she kept repeating those words. Christine rolled her eyes at how her plan was failing and Larissa noticed her mother’s expression, “What did you say to her?”

“You aren’t meant for one another, Larissa. Shapeshifters-”

“I don’t care if I am a shapeshifter!” Larissa’s eyes were wild. The volume of her voice shocked her parents and even herself. Quickly, Larissa turned from her father to collect her purse from the hall tree, “I need to go find her.”

“Lari-” Christine started once again, but she realized no one was listening to her. Stephen had begun his own quiet conversation with Larissa, telling her that he would drive her to the train station and if all else fails, he would take her to London. Christine was left alone. The two of them didn’t utter another word for her as the new mission of finding you was far more important than listening to her.

You felt her body shake as her words trailed off. The thought of losing you all over again was too raw and too painful for Larissa to want to experience all over again. You needed to commend Larissa for her unwavering faith in you, but you were then reminded of your own failures, “You never doubted me, yet I believed your mother’s lies. That’s… unforgivable.”

Your words broke Larissa’s heart. She wanted both of you to stop tearing yourself down for the miscommunications you had been experiencing, “Fern, I failed to talk to you. I was so scared you wouldn’t believe me. Please do not find yourself to blame.”

“Larissa…”

Her hand moved up to the back of your head, holding her to you, “Can we both agree that we both have made many mistakes? And that we will do better? I can’t have you blaming yourself for all of this any longer.”

You bit your lip, wanting to argue with her that you were to blame for everything. The thought of it all sent you into the most sudden of ruminations, causing you to spiral and think about all the ways you have failed her in the past, how you will continue in the future, and how you weren’t good enough for her. You began crying once more at how quickly you hurt your own feelings. Larissa heard your sniffles and you felt her grip around you tighten, “Oh, honey… I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to help you love you the way I do.”

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“She’s the bad guy. Look at her. Look at the way she is staring at him.” Larissa pointed at the television screen with her pizza slice, mouth full. You had been taking the entire day to yourselves, refusing to leave one another’s comforting embrace. Currently, Larissa was seated criss-cross on the bed with you seated in her lap. She was leaned up against the headboard and you were leaning into her, a box with a pizza on your lap.

“No, no, no. That’s what the movie wants you to think. It’s his best friend. He’s the bad guy.” You mainly wanted to play devil's advocate with her. You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of normalcy for you. The conversation seemed so easy and normal. You were reminded of how well you complimented one another and you felt ridiculous that you could have ever doubted her love for you.

“Mnm… No way.” Larissa spoke after she swallowed her bite, and hushed herself again with more food when she was done speaking. She pulled a free hand around your middle and came to rest her head on your shoulder as she continued watching the movie.

Silence befell the two of you once more. The whole day had been filled with comfort foods, kissing, and caressing. Larissa claimed that ‘indulgence’ was the word of the day right before she spent an hour with her face between your legs. Both of you had been so liberal with words of affirmation and adoration.

Wherever one of you went, the other seemed to follow. You had gone to take a shower and minutes after you stepped in, Larissa followed in behind you. Deep down, you knew the clingy behavior would subside, but for the next few hours you would continue to live by the word of the day: ‘indulgence’.

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