#i have genuinely NO idea if this is good i am in a daze i actually finished something

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | My Queen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader

Plot: The post-battle energy rush needs a release. Suddenly, there’s a willing soldier at your disposal.

Warnings: 18+. Smut and mentions of violence.

Words: 4OOO

“There are guests, Your Majesty,” John tells you with pity in his voice, not mentioning it because he thinks you have forgotten, but because he needs you to be aware of the important fact. If you tried hard enough, it wasn’t too much of a task to remember your duties and who those entailed, but it was a relief to have John around to remind you of such things, since you valued your duties and relations with the outside world dearly.

You glance around nervously and give him a guilty pout, grabbing the last of your belongings.

“I know, I am so sorry, but this is important. Send them a plane and I will get back to them as soon as I can,” you plead and quickly rush out of the room to the main entrance hall, John following you as you make your way to the prepared jet.

Mind occupied by making sure your small legion is armed and ready to go as you walk, you get brought to an abrupt stop when two large men block your path. Raising your head, you glower curiously at the rude interruption. As busy as you have been the past weeks, you study each and every encounter you plan, so you know exactly who the two men are.

“Captain Wilson. Sergeant Barnes.”

“Your Majesty,” Sam’s greeting is curt, yet kind. “I don’t suppose a sudden departure is part of your infamous warm welcome?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You have an awful lot of courage speaking to a queen this way,” you warn him, your tone formal before your features soften towards your guests. “But I apologise. Something important came up and I hardly think sending you into war with me is considered a warm welcome.”

The man you recognise as James Barnes lets out a humoured scoff. “Clearly, you don’t know us very well.”

Your eyes dart between the men suspiciously and a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, hardly able to contain it at the sheer boldness coming from the men. After a pregnant pause and your legion having left the hall to board the jet, you slowly turn to John.

“John. You heard the men. Get them suited and onto the jet.” Sharing one more glance with the men, your eyes lingering on the twinkle of mischief in Bucky’s eyes, you brush past them and step onto the plane without another word.

…

“It’s not often a queen goes into war with her people.”

“Well, unfortunately my legions are struggling on their own,” you explain to Sam calmly.

“What happened?” Bucky asks, brows pulled together in slight worry.

“John? Could you please bring them up to speed while I get ready?”

As John takes over and shows the two heroes what their next mission will be as they serve someone else’s queen, you step over to the side and let one of your generals help you suit up. Slipping into the modern metal, rusted with nano technology, the shimmering suit glides over your body perfectly.

From the corner of your eyes, you notice Bucky Barnes losing interest from John’s briefing and your eyes lock with his. There’s a rush of heat pulsing through your body at the sheer boldness of Bucky not breaking eye contact once he gets caught staring. His eyes rake up and down the sleek suit and lock back onto yours, a knowing smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth before he drags his eyes away and turns back to his previous conversation.

Leaving you absolutely flustered and furious.

Did he just ogle a queen?

…

Bucky is startled enough for it to nearly show on his face when he sees the feral look you have on yours. He knows that look, has worn it plenty of times himself. Battle doesn’t quite leave your body and mind as soon as it is over. Even with your spectacular win, which Bucky knows is mostly because of your reliability and skills as a powerful leader, the raging chaos of adrenaline lingers like you have days worth of battles to fight still.

He came in to check up on you post-battle, easily slipping past your guards, to find you pacing in your blood-splattered gear around the chamber before what he assumes is your bedroom. The hall is large and decorated wonderfully, but so very empty with your restless figure pacing through it. He’s certain he can feel your energy buzzing all the way up to the impossibly high ceilings.

Having enough decency to announce himself, he gently knocks on the door from inside of the room. When you whirl towards him in your frenzy, he finds it amusing enough to plaster a smirk onto his face. “Restless, my queen?”

You huff through your nostrils. “I still have fight in me.” He knows. “I want to kill them for springing that attack on us.” He knows that too, but the gravel in your voice awakens a slumbering beast inside of him and fire starts curling around his bones.

“I think you gave them enough hell for what they did to you,” he assures you and something in your eyes seems to soften at that. You did give them hell. Rightfully so.

“But this energy–” You shake out your trembling hands to rid yourself of that restlessness. Bucky nods and slowly prowls closer, hands gliding into his pockets as he slants his head to the side to observe you.

“I know,” he acknowledges, “it takes a while to wear off.”

“How do you handle it?” you ask him, taking a steadying breath as he crosses the room. “After a fight, how do you get rid of all of that energy?”

Bucky flashes you a grin, his brows raising with intrigue and a mischievous shimmer in his eyes. “I hardly think I could speak about such methods to a sophisticated queen.”

“Sophisticated, my ass,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at the broad soldier. “You hardly felt like you had to be appropriate when you were watching me put on this suit,” you say with a scoff, ushering to the intricate metals you’re wearing.

“In my defence, I hadn’t seen you fight yet. Whereas now,” he shrugs, “I’d prefer staying in your good graces.”

“You fuck it out, don’t you?”

Bucky’s blink is the only sign of his surprise and he cocks his head at you again. “Excuse me?”

“The only way to get rid of the energy after battle is to get your dick wet,” you clarify, “isn’t it?”

Bucky chokes on a laugh, stepping even closer to you now with his hands still in his pockets, close enough to make you have to tilt your chin up. “You have a filthy mouth for a queen,” he breathes and to accentuate his words, his eyes drop to said mouth.

“I didn’t become queen by being prim and proper,” you explain with a little less fire than you intended to say it with.

“No,” he breathes, “you didn’t.”

Another restless shudder up your spine reminds you of your predicament, your thudding heartbeat not coming to a rest. You sigh, searching those blue eyes still trained on your lips. “Care to help a queen out?”

“You want to see me bow for you again, don’t you?” He smirks and finally raises his eyes to meet yours.

You can’t help but smile slightly, giving him a guilty shrug, because yes, you loved seeing him bow for you earlier as you stepped onto the battlefield. Not just that, plenty of pretty men had bowed for you. It was Bucky’s willingness and respect as he took a knee for you that was particularly invigorating. He matches your smile and takes a long second to let you take in what he is about to do, before slowly sinking to his knees in front of you, steady hands moving to rest on your thighs.

“Your people are awfully lucky to get to serve you every day,” he murmurs, looking up at you with eyes of fire and submission. That manages to make heat surge to your cheeks and ears, swallowing hard as you take in the sight before you. “May I?”

It takes all of your power not to nod too eagerly before he starts working off the buckles and belts of your suit, the nanotechnology wingmanning perfectly as the metal retreats into the hard base of the suit.

Soon, you are in nothing but your underwear. Bones and muscles are trembling beneath your skin in response to forcing your body to be utterly still. Chemical reactions are ricocheting against the barrier of your skin to make you spring apart. So much energy. So much fire and passion and fury still roiling inside of you. A heavy blanket settles over it – desire. But before you can order him to act on it, Bucky comes back to a stand.

“Close your eyes,” he mutters.

“I’m close to fighting you, Sergeant Barnes,” you promise him, showing your active restraint, but deciding to close your eyes anyway.

He huffs a soft laugh and you feel his eyes burning into your skin, a knuckle brazenly trailing over your collarbones and down the centre of your chest. “I will take you up on that another day,” he answers and your blood heats up at the fact that Bucky revels in both of those sides of you. Most men cower at your bloodlust, but not him. He kneels before it.

Speaking of him kneeling–

“I didn’t tell you to get up,” you remind him and his hand pauses.

“I didn’t particularly think it would be fair to leave you standing as I proceed to immobilise your legs, my queen,” he drawls and you snap your mouth shut. Your eyes slowly flutter open and you find him having taken a step back, holding out his hand for you to take.

Carefully taking it with a questioning look in your eyes, Bucky leads you to your bedroom like he has been there a thousand times. Slowly and deliberately, he guides you to your own bed, still fully clothed himself in those black leathers.

“I expected it to be more rough,” you admit steadily. “Fucking out that energy...”

Bucky turns back to you, hands now on your waist as he pivots you with your back to the bed, the backs on your legs touching the foot of it. “Fucking you roughly won’t do the trick,” he explains. “Fucking you thoroughly will.”

If you weren’t quaking before, this would do the trick. Your heartbeat is pulsing between your legs, hammering for attention, the seams of your underwear teasing you more than the man before you. It paralyses you, that desire coursing through your veins like syrup, makes you fall quiet. Only for a short while.

“Then do it.”

Bucky’s brows raise again, not having expected you to fold so fast. “What?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” you hiss at him. “I need you to fuck me before I explode.”

Bucky smirks at you again and you’re so tempted to smother that smirk – you have your ways. “I am not yours to give orders to.”

You restrain from rolling your eyes at him, the close proximity making you prone to holding your breath and making your words coming out strained. “I’m not going to beg for it.”

“You already have,” he reminds you, not an inch of him giving away that he might be unravelling. “And I think you will, sweetheart. I think you are seconds away from begging for it.”

As if in answer to his outrageous insinuation, a shudder racks through your bones and flashes of that wild battle make your nervous system rush to life again. It’s so frustrating, to have so much energy begging to be released.

His solid eyes and steady hands on your waist make you want to sink into him for relief. You want Bucky to tear you apart, almost similar to the way he tore apart those monsters earlier. Calculated, precise and only slightly unhinged. His fighting earlier was like a choreography your body wanted to study and practice until it can memorise nothing else. The way his muscles moved, the precise strikes of his metal arm, the focused crinkles in his handsome face, his thick thighs planting him firmly onto the ground – your ground. Fighting for your lands. For you.

My queen, he had called you. You suppose he does answer to your commands, then. But you might just beg for it. If only because it feels so tempting. To whine for his pleasure, sob for it and make him serve you like he wanted to do earlier. How awful, for a queen to want to beg for it.

“Please,” you almost gasp from holding your breath for too long.

He hums, low and deadly, his finger kneading gently and appreciatively into your soft flesh. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs and before you can shout in outrage, he slowly dips down and presses his pillowy soft lips to your collarbone, instantly making your head tilt backwards.

His hands pull you close enough for your front to be pressed to his and your hands automatically grab his shoulders. His lips part and his tongue traces a singular line over the thinnest piece of skin on your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His mouth moves up, tongue dipping in and out to raise your pulse as he suckles at your skin. Your fingers curl slightly and your body starts to nearly shake with jitters at the adrenaline coursing through you like an electrical charge.

Bucky bites down on the tense skin beneath your ear where he hums against you, the sound ringing in your head like a gong. His hands have travelled to your back, stroking up and down the bare skin until your bra pops loose with you barely noticing. You tremble with need when all you are left in are your panties and Bucky pulls away to once again sink down to his knees.

You swallow hard at his stare from below you and follow his silent command to sit down at the edge of the bed. Hooking his hands around your knees, he presses them apart and lifts one leg over his shoulder. Your fingers dig into the soft sheets with anticipation and you only break the intense eye contact to watch his tongue trace his bottom lip. He hooks your other leg over his shoulder and drags you to the very edge of the bed, getting comfortable on his knees.

“Is this where you want me?” he asks, but you don’t deign to answer him. “Kneeling before my queen.”

“Something tells me you don’t mind being there at all,” you answer tightly and his hands stroke up and down your calves lovingly. Bucky presses one kiss to your inner thighs, taking in a big whiff of air and groaning at the smell of your arousal.

“There is something about eating a meal on my knees that speaks to me,” he drawls, his eyes settling on said meal, only covered by the thin fabric of your panties. He presses another kiss, right over the damp fabric. You shudder.

“Then eat,” you bite back, scrambling to hang onto your power as a queen.

Bucky gives a wide grin, keeping his eyes on your soaking core. His hand lifts and his finger loops into the fabric, making you bite your lip painfully hard at the brief touch. He pulls the fabric to the side, spreading your legs enough for him to dive in, but not doing so yet. “That is no way to speak to your soldiers.”

Your soldier, Bucky supposes after today he is. You’re torture. Your smell, your voice, your body, the sheer power you have over him – over everyone.

Your hand finds his hair and you rake your fingers through the thick, brown tresses. Your eyes are soft when Bucky looks up to find them. “Will you take the honour of being my soldier?”

You’re genuine, he’s sure of it. Bucky can tell you’re asking him for so much more than just this. And considering his current predicament, he will consider his duties as your soldier later. Right now, he can only nod, entranced by the queen who has her legs wrapped around his head. He can only think of one duty right now and that is to rid you of all of that devastating warrior energy the only way he knows how.

Bucky buries his face between your legs and begins his feasting. Nudging his nose against your clit and prodding his tongue in and out of you. Licking every inch of your warm, wet, lovely cunt as if it’ll guarantee a place in your kingdom for him.

Sam will kill him for never returning home, but by the heavens, he can’t find it in him to care enough. Not with you tasting so heavenly and– fuck, those goddamn moans.

…

He was right, he was so fucking right. The slow and steady and longs thrusts make your body hiss in delight. The thorough swivel of his hips when he’s buried into you as far as possible, releases every bit of pent up energy that suffocates you. The sharp snap of his hips right as he’s about to hit home makes you shudder and sob, clenching around him every time as if you feel every thrust like the very first one.

Bucky strikes your deepest spot with each one, your hair between his fingers, your back arched to meet him and your cheek pressed into the mattress. Your eyes flutter painfully against your will, your toes curling when pleasure wraps around every abdominal muscle, your pussy spasming around him in need for release as the pressure between your hips grows to be unbearable.

The sounds that slip from your parted mouth sound inhumane. Soft and pitiful whimpers between huffs of breath. Oh God, oh God. You need him to slow down for a second, except he’s not going fast at all. He’s slow and deep and oh God, he’s so fucking deep.

You grapple for a grip in the sheets, any tether to reality slipping from your mind after every move he has already made. The last of your control, your power as a queen, slips away from you on a phantom wind, desire clouding every piece of domination inside of you. It’s all his now, you are all his now.

Within a short second, you get hauled up by your hair, arched against his heaving, sweaty chest until his mouth nips at your earlobe. Your hands grab his hips behind you, nails digging into his firm skin.

“You still there, my queen?” he coos, and you feel his grin as his mouth grazes over your neck possessively. Your answer is the harsh tightening of your nails into him and the groan he lets out makes you clench around him wantonly. “Oh, somewhere. You’re somewhere in that sex-riddled brain of yours. Losing your mind a little, are you?”

You swear you mean to speak a sentence – a word, at least – but the sound that comes out sounds like another garbled moan and Bucky laughs at your demise. He quickly presses a loving kiss to your shoulder, a deep thrust settling him so deep inside of you, you flutter helplessly around him.

“Don’t worry,” he hums, another deep thrust following as the hand in your hair slips to securely grip your throat and move your ear back to his mouth. “Next time, I will let you take the reigns. You can tie me to the bed and use me to make yourself come. I’m looking forward to it, actually.” You pulse around him and he snickers. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Prefer to have control and use the ones that serve you.” He bites your ear softly and squeezes your throat. “Oh, but you look so pretty like this. Don’t take this away from me, sweetheart.”

It's a whirlwind of emotions that rush through you at his words. You feel his desperation to have you like this seep through his ignorant confidence having you exactly like he wants you. The last of your working brain cells are screaming yes, yes, yes at his request. You’ll let him have you like this every day for the rest of your life. And it flashes before your eyes, him waking you up by slowly fucking you, hand back in your hair and lazy mouth muttering filthy things against your skin. God, he’s filthy.

Your vision is swirling as his pace picks up and blood flow to your brain is slightly limited by his grip. Ecstasy is rushing through your head and limbs with heavy tingles, and your moans raise in pitch. The metal hand bruising your hips with its possessive grip, slides between your legs and messily toys with your clit, the feeling making you want to buckle over.

“Shit!” you gasp and throw your head back into his shoulder, thighs quaking at the stimulation. Too much, it’s too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel every inch of him glide in and out of you with an ease and precision that feels degrading and embarrassing. Bucky’s breath is equally laboured now and his grip on you turns from possessive to desperate, like he cannot get enough of you into his hands.

“Come for me again, my queen,” he purrs in your ear, knowing what that term now does to you, and you nod blindly. Following his command blindly, unable to resist the feeling of his deep thrusts and his firm circles on your clit any longer, you let the warmth of your orgasm consume you. You tremble and shake and stiffen at his touch and he doesn’t stop. “Come on, keep coming. Keep fucking coming, baby.”

You choke out a sob, surely drawing blood with your nails as you gasp for air, for any word to make him ease up on you, but he only stops when you buckle over and your trembling form succumbs to the sheets below you. Curled up on the sheets, bearing the waves of pleasure that haunt your every nerve, you feel Bucky’s exhausted and sex-glazed eyes watching you carefully. You faintly feel the trickle of him come pulsing out of you and it nearly makes you smile.

Two hands, one scorching with heat and one a welcome cool, gently stroke up the sides of your thighs, cooing sounds coming from Bucky as he watches you come back to your senses. Lips follow his soothing touches, warm kisses being pressed to your quickly cooling skin.

“How’s that post-fight energy?” he asks softly and your eyes finally flutter open to meet his curious ones, the blue shimmering with… Pride.

“Fuck,” you pant, “you.”

He laughs, “Again?”

You breathe a soft laugh and he at last presses a kiss to your lips. If you had the energy, you know your body would betray you by lifting your head to chase his lips.

You finally let out a defeated sigh, letting the corners of your mouth lift to a lazy smile. “Thank you.”

“At your disposal,” he mutters back with slight amusement and you open your eyes again to look at him. God, he’s beautiful.

“Are you,” you dare to ask, earnest in your eyes, “at my disposal…?”

“It would be an honour.”

“Likewise.”

“That is more than I’ve ever had before.”

“The honour?”

He nods. And then leans in, his mouth brushing your ear as your eyes flutter closed again, goosebumps rising over your skin. “I will bow for you any day,” he breathes softly, “my queen.”

#Oh my god #i did it jfc this took me forever to finally get to i apologise #i have genuinely NO idea if this is good i am in a daze i actually finished something #im trying my hardest to stay original and I'm sorry if its not what you expected #i wanted a simp bucky though sorry not sorry #please tell me what you think? #bucky barnes #writing #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes oneshot #IT DELETED THE LAST TWO LINES SO I ADDED THEM NOW

[moonjxsung]

Hey! What do you think the reaction the skz members be to you being the quiet type during first time. Although you seem to be enjoying.

-🧁

Chan: is a little worried at first. I think he loves hearing that you like what he’s doing, especially if he’s going down on you. Likes to hear you compliment his tongue skills or his massive cock or whatever, and if you don’t, he’s worried that he’s either hurting you or you’re not enjoying it. Definitely the type to ask if you’re okay and comment “you’re a little quiet”, but once he realizes you’re just sorta dazed by the feeling, he’s satisfied. In FACT, it’s even hotter to him knowing you can hardly verbalize anything to him because he’s fucking you so well.

Minho: doesn’t mind. If you’re having sex with him, and you’re not physically asking him to stop or showing any signs that you’re not enjoying it, he’s fine with silence. In fact, he’s a little quiet too, I feel like the room would just be full of panting and groaning while he fucks you. Definitely says a few words here and there to maybe encourage you to verbalize if you like something “this okay?” “Are you close?” But definitely doesn’t care if you just want to moan or nod in response. The fact that you’re both a bit quiet means the sex is even better frfr like you can barely breathe bc he’s fucking you so good.

Changbin: will try to get you to talk- but it turns into him wanting you to desperately moan or gasp in response. At first he wants some form of answer from you, but he quickly finds it amusing when you can’t talk because it feels so good. So then he’s playing with the idea for the rest of the night- “do you want me to do that again?” Right before he slams his hips into yours so that you can’t answer. After the first few times he gets well adjusted to your quiet tendencies during sex and as long as you’re satisfied, he’s happy.

Hyunjin: wants you to be loud. And he won’t hesitate to tell you. “Moan for me baby, say my name”. Won’t necessarily reprimand you for being quiet, but he cums more when you’re at least moaning or begging him to pick up the pace or something. He gets more shy and a little embarrassed when you’re too quiet, so do not be shy to be loud!! Also wants you to beg him to cum inside of you or on you or something- just likes to hear about him reaching his release.

Jisung: he’s loud during sex, so he’s embarrassed if you’re quiet. He’ll bring a hand up to his mouth to stop his own whimpers and then apologize for being so loud. But mostly he wants praise. “Am I doing okay? Does that feel good?” It doesn’t even have to be some complicated answer, just hearing “yeah, that’s good” is enough for him. He just wants to know if he’s doing a good job and he definitely wouldn’t mind if you ordered him around during sex.

Felix: he would hate you being too quiet :( not like where he holds any animosity toward you, but he loves communication and that doesn’t stop when it comes to sex! Tell him he’s doing a good job, tell him what you like and what you don’t like, ask him about what he likes, etc. it’s more fun for him when he can have a genuine communication with somebody during sex, so being quiet just makes him feel like you’re either not enjoying it or you’re somehow mad at him or something. Also loves praise like Hanji does, especially if he’s trying something new. Just a yapper in bed fr 🫶

Seungmin: doesn’t mind. Do whatever you want tbh, he’s going to fuck you whether you feel like moaning for him, whether you feel like being quiet or talking about your day or whatever. He does match your energy, he’ll talk if you want to, but there’s no requirement for it when it comes to sex. In fact sometimes he’ll go so far as to ask you “are you gonna talk today, or just be quiet and take it?” And he can find a way to make it sort of degrading at times (in the best way possible) but he’s still sweet about your decision.

Jeongin: he likes a little bit of both- tell him what feels good, but when he starts picking up the pace and really getting into it, there’s no need for anything except for you to enjoy yourself. Just knowing you’re comfortable and reciprocating his energy is enough for him. He does like talking during foreplay though, so definitely tell him he’s doing a good job and get a few moans in there for him, but he likes whatever feels natural to you.

#🧁 anon #ask #stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz scenarios #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts

[lovries]

FALLING FOR YOU

featuring. the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon).

summary. you're really clumsy, like... incredibly so, they genuinely don't know how you've survived this long.

warnings. gn! reader, clumsy reader.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── DIAVOLO

Did Diavolo take advantage of your clumsiness to play knight in shining armor? Yes, yes he did. He couldn't help himself, you see, because you really did need saving, and if it meant he could get praised by you, then really it's just a bonus. Diavolo always found amusement in your clumsiness, whether you liked it or not.

And right now, his 'y/n-is-about-to-fall' senses were tingling. He heard the familiar sound of your voice calling his name. He turned around, beaming at your form. "Good morni-"

It didn't even take five seconds, your ankle rolling funny and causing you to trip over yourself! You're prepared to come in contact with the polished castle floors, but it never comes, instead you're lifted off the ground completely and into the strong arms of Diavolo.

"Gotcha." He says, grinning smugly. "Are you alright? That could've been pretty bad..."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay!" You say, smiling softly up at him. Diavolo waits, still holding you, but when you don't praise him, he begins to pout. "What's... What's wrong?"

"Don't I get a 'thank you' for saving you?" You chuckle, ruffling his hair, causing him to laugh in turn. Then pushing yourself up slightly, you press a kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks for saving me, my hero~" You say teasingly, but Diavolo's face just grows warm. Ah, your hero? Really? You have no idea what you've just unleashed, Diavolo will now be certain to catch you everytime!

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BARBATOS

Barbatos already has his hands full with Diavolo, but since adding you, the clumsy exchange student, he's been overworking. He didn't mind though, he had no issues playing hero when it came to you, often times saving you before you even manage to get yourself into accidents due to your clumsiness.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Barbatos!" You call with a happy smile, waving and not paying attention to what's in front of you. Barbatos' moved swiftly, lightly taking your shoulders and moving you out of the way of the door you were about to run into.

Your eyes widen, just then realizing the large door in front of you. "That was a close one! Thank you!" You grin, squeezing his hand lightly to reassure him you'll be okay from here on out. Barbatos couldn't help but worry though— he feels that you've only grown more clumsy since he's met you.

"Please be safe." He sighs, and you give him a thumbs up before continuing on only to trip over your own feet. "I-..."

Really, Barbatos should've seen this one coming. He once again makes quick and agile moves, approaching you and helping you up. You've scrapped your hands, but otherwise you're alright. Barbatos shakes his head, taking your hands and giving them soft kisses.

"What am I to do with you, hm?" He asks, peeking up at you, a teasing lilt in his voice. "Come on, let me clean you up before sending you back home."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SIMEON

Simeon swears you'll be the death of him, as you somehow manage to accidentally miss your seat and fall straight on your ass. "Ah- are you okay?" Simeon rushes to your side, helping you up as you rub your ass.

"Uh, yeah, I guess... hurts," You grumble, wincing as you sit down (carefully, this time). Simeon watches you in horror as you just nonchalantly begin to talk about something else. Didn't that hurt? A lot? Aren't humans incredibly fragile? His heart is going to give out.

"Do you need any ice?" He asks after snapping out of his daze, concern dripping from his tone. You look up at him, and can see the worry written all over his face. It's sweet, how much he cares for your wellbeing, but you know just how clumsy you are and can't help but wonder if he'll ever get used to it?

"I'm okay, Simeon, just sit down!" You usher him to sit down. Simeon still eyes you nervously, but sits down.

"Just how often does stuff like this happen?" Simeon asks, wondering if he should swaddle you up in bubble wrap every morning before you two go out. How much does bubble wrap cost?

You sigh, leaning over the table and taking his hand in yours, smiling reassuringly. "Simeon," your smile drops, a deathly serious look in your eyes that shakes him to his core. "It happens... so often..." Then suddenly your back to your happy self, "Anyways, let's start on this homework!"

Simeon is... concerned, to say the least.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SOLOMON

After witnessing you trip over nothing seven times, run into several walls and doors, accidentally drop all your stuff, and many other acts of clumsiness, Solomon started experimenting with his potions to find a way to... cure (?) your clumsiness. He just couldn't understand how one person could be so clumsy! Your body littered in random bruises and scraps.

"Seriously," Solomon tsks, "can't you just wait until I finish the potion before doing... anything?" You furrow your brows— potion? What potion? Before you can question him, he begins inspecting you for any other bruises.

"Sol! I'm fine, really!" You say, however Solomon finds another new bruise and points it out. "Okay, well... yeah, I don't know how I got that, but listen-" He puts a finger to your lips, effectively stopping you from speaking.

"Not another word." He says, looking you over. "Just... Just stay seated. I'll be finished soon." He turns around to face his cauldron, a concoction brewing in there. Test forty-three, but he's feeling good about this one!

"Finished with what?" You ask, leaning back in the seat boredly, staring up at his ceiling. Solomon sighs, adding some ingredient you've never heard of before. He's about to speak when a loud clatter sounds from where you are. Whipping around, you pop your head up and laugh, smiling at him nervously.

"H- How did that happen?" You spit out quickly, scrambling to fix the chair and sit in it properly. "Anyways, you were saying?"

Solomon can't help the lopsided smile that grows on his face. At least you always seemed optimistic? He sighs, maybe he'll finish testing out a new potion tomorrow and spend the rest of the day with you and your clumsy self.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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[mazeinthemiroh]

Hey :) I love your writing and.. I have an idea if you want to write it ! (I saw you wanted to post more so I thought why not contributing in case you run out of idea one day !)

So it would be a skz reaction/headcanons of how they would fall for the reader ? I like fluffy stuffs hehe

Have a great day !

how stray kids would fall for you

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy :)

bangchan

slowly. in this stage of his life, chan is not one to rush. life goes so quickly around him. being busy all the time with very little time to prepare and come to terms with the chaos of existence is no mean feat. he caught a glimpse of what was a constant in his life; a consistent wonder of joy and peace and everything good. amongst the pandemonium of simply being, there was clarity. there was a stillness. and he found that stillness in you. realising how gradually his feelings for you built up over time when you would be there as a constant source of support, motivation, inspiration... he needed you. and he cursed himself for being too slow to realise it. but that didn't matter. the beauty of coming to terms with how everything made sense by the purest form of you in the forefront of his mind made him smile. this was it. the feeling he had been waiting for.

lee know

unintentionally. he didn't mean to fall in love with you. that wasn't his intention. that wasn't his plan at all. but there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wanting to be around you. he was addicted to your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eye that came when you saw him. yes, that sparkle was only there because of him. he found it alluring. we're only friends, he thought. but friends don't stay up all night thinking about each other. walking past shop windows to see an object that would remind you of him, making him smile to himself. but why was he smiling? why would he have this overwhelming fond feeling in his heart if you were just 'friends.' no, he shook his head, catching his dazed smile, why am i feeling this way? he tried to walk off his thoughts but the truth was, he couldn't. this was more serious than he thought. you consumed him, and he knew it. could this be the dangerous feeling they call 'love'?

changbin

softly. feelings were a tricky business to become invested in. they involved complications, unpredictability, and, most importantly, the great unknown. a romantic type of love is not something changbin had felt before. but now that he knows he was deeper in love with you than he would ever have thought, he realises there was nothing to worry about at all. it wasn't 'falling' in love. falling sounded like there would be a sharp, abrupt impact from a great height. and while changbin's life moved quickly, you slow it down, making him enjoy every moment and gently making him realise your power over him. he adored you and he wasn't scared. the soft cushion of your love cradled his heart, so much so that he knew it was meant to be all along.

hyunjin

intensely. when hopeless romantics fall, they fall hard. there's not much hyunjin could do about his situation but dwell and swim in the overwhelming mass of feelings he had for you. it made him emotional. it made him angry. it made him sad. it made him elated, dizzy, drunk on the thought of you. he couldn't help it. he couldn't help himself at all. every time he looked over at you from across the room, he felt as if he was on fire. ablaze with passion. it was written all over his face; etched into the emotion of his eyes. it was all in the eyes, yes. that told you everything you needed to know. how much he yearned for you, needed you, craved you. loved you. oh, how he loved you. and he would drink up your gaze and smile to himself, knowing you had told him the exact same thing. how unspoken this love was. it fascinated him how much you knew each other. intense was certainly an understatement.

han

joyfully. love was a scary concept to jisung. like the pure, genuine, romantic love that made you question your existence because how could someone be that vulnerable for another person? it's something that han didn't really want to concern himself with. feelings... deep feelings. they are complicated. so light, casual conversation shared between everyone he meets settled fine with him. but he felt a weird urge with you. a sort of conviction to tell you things he wouldn't usually tell to other people. a longing for you to know the true him, and validate him. accept him for who he was. his raw feelings came out and he felt happy to be free enough to trust someone like this. and so, the feeling of love was borne through that trust, and he couldn't have wished for a more pleasant feeling.

felix

quickly. looking back, it felt like everything happened all at once. a flurry of emotion. quick, eager, accidental touching of the hands, nervous laughter shared between sparkly gazes and fizzy moments of the late night. it felt like a fever dream. it felt beautiful. it felt golden. he wondered how he could fall so quickly, so desperately. so perfectly. they say it's not like the movies but felix refused to believe anything otherwise. he could feel the fireworks being set alight in his brain as he moved closer to you. the heat in his cheeks making his insides bubble with delight. there was nothing more to be said. there was only the conviction to indulge in the great feeling of love, so soon, and the afterglow of the smile your bright him, still on his lips from hours after seeing you.

seungmin

fondly. there has always been a fondness for you in seungmin's heart. whether it was love or simply a loving feeling, he wanted to pursue it either way. being with you felt so simple to seungmin. being away from you, oh, that didn't feel as simple. his fondness for you seemed to grow when you were together, and it grew even more so when you were apart. dwelling on the time you spent together, the sparks of joy that erupted inside him when he was with you, comfortably and without a second thought, you felt like an accumulation of the feeling called home. and seungmin wanted to chase that feeling, more than anything. it was colder without you. it was darker without you. he needs his home to be with him, forever.

jeongin

unknowingly. jeongin expected love to be as described in movies: the passionate, mutual knowledge of a budding, growing romance between two smitten people. with this cliché in mind, he didn't see the signs. the signs of himself falling in love, indefinitely. sure, he liked you. sure, he teased you a bit, was comfortable around you, gave you advice, comforted you when you needed him, lent you his clothes, rested on your shoulder when he was tired, thought about you every day, all day without knowing why. but hey, that's what friends do, right? a nudge from one of the members made something click in his brain. oh no, how could he have been so blind? the ridiculousness and embarrassment he had created in his head took over his senses. how could he not see the feelings he had for you?

#stray kids #skz #kpop #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #bangchan #lee minho #changbin #han #felix #hyunjin #seungmin #jeongin #i.n #lee know #lee felix #bang chan #chan #seo changbin

[theepisceswriter]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓 — Gojo Satoru

♡ Synopsis: You and Gojo go together real bad and he loves spoiling you.

♡ A/N: MUVA IS BACK !!! This is my Renaissance moments (crickets cause nobody probably remembers who I am nmplpw). After lying to y'all like my daddy and saying I'm gon come back every summer, I finally returned with a lil sumn sweet for yall and who else to signify coming back after a long time than Gojo? I hope y'all enjoy and I did good, feedback appreciated since this is basically me dusting off lmao. Love you!!

♡ WC: 1.6k

♡ TW: not proofread, she/her pronouns, afab body parts, penetrative sex, intimacy, 18+, and I believe that's really it lmk if I missed anything.

“Gojo?”

His ears instantly picked up on the soft sweet soundwave that was your voice, vital to his ears like bees are to flowers. The quietness and tenderness of your voice alone is enough to provoke that primate instinct in him to protect, provide, and nurture. From his relaxed position on the bed, he’s quick to toss the phone that previously had his attention on the dresser and divert his eyes in your direction to give you his undivided attention.

And trust that when his gaze finally fell on you that’s exactly what you had; his undivided attention.

“Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He cheekily grinned, head tilting to the side.

Your nude body that leaned against the bathroom frame was clad in a brown fur coat and nothing else but the precious jewels and gold that adorned your neck, wrists, and fingers. All courtesy of him, of course and you couldn’t be more thankful to have a man like Gojo in your life; One who spoiled, protected, and loved you like his life would end and become a waste if you left it. The love between the two of you was genuine and pure. You brought him out of a dark place mentally and he saved you from your humble beginnings. Without each other you’d both be lost and you guys knew that. Which is why everyday you showered each other in affection and love so neither of you would forget what this union meant to you.

“It’s the new one you bought a couple of days ago, do you like it?” Your fingernail lingered between your teeth as your eyes met his piercing gaze, his usual hue a shade darker as he drank you up in all your glory. You were so perfect just the way you were that you didn’t even need lingerie to catch his attention. How he hit the jackpot with you he has no idea, but he thanks himself everyday for every single choice that led to this moment.

“No.”

“No?” Soon you’re mirroring him, the same cheeky grin and head tilt occupying you too.

“I fucking love it.” He reiterates, motioning with his head for you to come to him.

You comply quickly as ever, gliding to his side in seconds giggles leaving your mouth in the process. You find yourself straddling his lap with both of his large calloused hands in the crevices that separated your hips from your thighs. You can feel his erection forming and pulsating against the thin fabric of his grey sweats. Which in turn pulsates against your bare clit the moment you’re settled on his lap. The small gasp that leaves your lips at the sensation leaves him almost in a drunken dazed, the effects you had on this man were far more powerful than any sorcery anybody could conjure up.

His love for you ran deep, but any lighthearted playful feeling that filled the room was now replaced with a thick yearning for lust. So close and passionate that you could quite literally feel the physical manifestation of your desire for each other in the form of an addicting body heat. Just as he was in a daze-like state over you, you were equally lusting after him. That’s what made this relationship so raw and lasting; everyday feels like the honeymoon stage when you’re both putting in the same effort.

“You drive me crazy you have no idea,” He muttered as he trailed his hands along your curves, his eyes following along closely watching the way your skin dimpled underneath his touch. He didn’t mind spending his family’s hard earned fortune on you if it meant he got moments like these, he’d go broke over you if he could just to show how devoted he was to you. 

“I think I have somewhat of an idea,” Your arms found solace around his neck which you then used as leverage to pull him closer to you. The motion caused the fur coat to fall beneath your shoulders exposing your breast to him in the most teasing peeks that brought him to a rock hard state. You made sure to tease him even further by pressing your chest as close as possible to him as you leaned in to steal a kiss, the cold metallic jewelry in your nipples touching his every other movement sending electricity through his chest.

His lips engulfed yours with a ferocity so high that he nearly had half of your chin in his mouth as well and you made sure to return that energy just as strong, swallowing his lips right back. You didn’t even realize you had begun to swirl your hips down on his erection until you felt the vibration of a deep guttural groan on Gojo’s end reverb against your lips.

God, you could stay like this for hours, days even, but there was nothing you wanted more in this moment then to have him deep inside of you. And there was nothing he wanted to do more in this moment then please the both of you.

“Gojo, I want you so bad, baby,” You were able to huff out once the two of you pulled back from each other. Both of your lips swollen and red, a true testament of your passion in this moment. 

“I’ll always give you everything you want from me, love,” His words came out in a murmur because the minute his lips detached from your lips they went straight to your neck, peppering your sensitive crevice with kisses. He teased your nipples with two quick kisses before he was lifting you and his hips up to pull his erect cock out of his sweats. Which now had a dark stained patch on the crotch area courtesy of you.

“Always so nice and wet for me, this pussy knows who it belongs to huh?” Before you could even elicit a response you were cut off by a moan. He wasted no time in dragging the swollen pink tip of his dick between your slit to collect your wetness as lubricant before slipping it inside of you with ease all the way to the base.

“My god!” You gasped out loudly, your walls immediately clenched around his cock but that didn’t stop your wetness from seeping out of you; creating a damp mixture with your cream at his base.

“This cock is all yours baby, don’t belong to nobody else but you,” He could barely get his words out in between grunts, just as turned on as you, if not more. His hands returned to your hips to lead the both of you to a rhythm as you rode him and lift you up just a little bit higher than you would naturally go so he could watch his cock slip in and out of you. Call him crazy but the sight was equivalent to fine art in his eyes, it was a marvelous sight that he adored to observe; how well the two of you fit each other. He was certain, just as sure as you were, that he’d never be able to be this connected and feel this much pleasure from anyone else during sex. Every single feeling he had for you uniquely belonged to you. He would never allow anyone else to have access to him the same way you do. This was a once in a lifetime connection and neither of you wanted it to end anytime soon.

“I love you so much.” He growls out through clenched teeth. That knot in his stomach was tightening and he could tell you were close to the edge too from how much stronger your walls began to clench around him.

This had to have been the type of pleasure Frank Ocean was talking about in Pink Matter, he thought.

“I-I love you- FUCK ! I love you more, Gojo.” You can barely get your breathless words out through pure bliss and pleasure. The only reason your eyes were still open was because you enjoyed watching your partner’s face twist and contort with each bounce you made. His clean and pale face now pink with lust and his signature white hair stuck against his forehead with sweat.

His hand travels to the back of your neck to connect you two for one last nasty kiss as you both creep up on your orgasms. This time tongue was involved and the kisses were bigger and sloppier than before, the two of you intoxicated with a dangerous mix of love and lust. Just the kissing alone would be enough to bring you to your orgasm quickly, but of course cocky Gojo had to collect some of the mixture of you guys’ saliva from the corner of his mouth and use it to rub your clit in circles.

“Cmon my pretty girl,” He mumbled against your lips, “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock for me, please. I need your slick covering me, please.” He practically begged.

And that was all it took for that overstimulating wave to crash over your body. A mixture of a moan and groan ripped from your lips and echoed throughout the room. Which led Gojo to join you in your high seconds later, your moans, knowing that he was producing, them doing the trick.

Immediately you fall off of him by his side and he’s quick to pull you into his side, grip tight as ever like he was scared he was going to lose you. You nuzzled into his side, neither of you caring to clean up just yet. Part of the reason being because you wanted to enjoy each others company and the other reason being because you were both very much still out of breath.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You recited in an almost sing song voice as you peppered his chest with kisses.

God bless anyone who’ll try to take him from you.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru. #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #JJK. #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen fanfic

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross-Guild romance fic idea: Buggy is secretly a vampire who can shape shift so no one is suspicious when an 'orphaned' blue haired and red nose child shows up every couple of centuries. At Cross Guild Buggy is slowly coming to his whits end with Crocodile constantly being mean, while Mihawk just doesn't give a shit about anything really. He lets them beat him up so that he can maintain his cover as a cowardly clown. One night though, Crocodile and Mihawk corner Buggy regarding some business matter and Crocodile says something really hurtful that just makes Buggy snap. Next thing Crocodile knows, he's got fangs sinking into his neck as Buggy drinks from him and leaves him floating in a daze. When Mihawk tries to intervene, Buggy avoids his blade with his chop chop powers and then he's on Mihawk, sinking his fangs into the swordsman too. Pissed and really liking the taste of both of his lieutenants, Buggy carries them off to his quarters and then proceeds to have his wicked way with them, being the most powerful bottom either of them have every experienced. By the time the three of them actually regain some semblance of sense, Buggy is super mortified thinking Mihawk and Crocodile are gonna hate him, only for the two of them to be hooked on him, completely enthralled by his power, and genuinely wanting to be with him because yeah, he was like raging frightening beast when he screwed himself on them both, but he also took all care of them and loved them in between. They got a taste of something truly special, and they mean to keep him.

Power Bottom!Buggy, Holy stars

Sorry this took a while, I got sick and wasn't really feeling up to respond to asks. I am still sick but going back to responding to this great asks 👍

I love how Buggy can shapeshift! Coming back to being a child after every couple decades is cool! I'm thinking Everytime was a different personality in a way... maybe. Like he is performing for his own amusement... or maybe like it's something like he makes himself forget until a certain age that he gets his memories back so he can live a childhood with seemingly being more mature than he should be or something like that (working on it)

Love how Buggy is performing to be a cowardly clown captain. That clown is much a theater kid that kept their acting skills and got really good at it. Of course, it's Crocodile and Mihawk that makes him snap, probably he was getting hungry and couldn't find any food. So he was already having a bad time, then Mihawk and Crocodile comes around being assholes

I'm wondering how Buggy carries Crocodile and Mihawk 🤔 Does Buggy carries them over his shoulders or carries them like barrels?

Damn I want to read this as a fic

#one piece #cross guild #cross guild polycule #buggy pirates #buggy the clown #sir crocodie #dracule mihawk #buggy the star clown #buggy the bombastic clown #hawkeye mihawk #mr. 0 #buggy the genius jester #buggy x mihawk #buggy x crocodile #buggy the flashy fool #crocodile x buggy x mihawk #crocbug #hawkbug #captain buggy #red haired shanks #ideas~4~stories says #ask

[thoughtsforsoob]

Hiiii!This is for your event<3

Soobin + Helping Y/N with maths

Ngl,I thought he was genuinely bad at maths until I saw him help Hyuka with his homework.

I hope that you have a wonderful day/night🤍

a/n: I am so genuinely bad at math (aka: I failed math so miserably both time I have taken it here at university and now have to take it again). I hope this is good. inbox is always open for anything !!

math was genuinely testing you this semester and you hated it so much! you would sit there all night, in front of your computer, searching up videos about concepts you were supposed to learn in class. it's not like you weren't going to class either. you just had the worst math professor in existence! they had no idea what they were doing and when it was time to leave class, everyone just looked so dazed and confused because of the 2 hours of confusion they just faced.

tonight was a whole different beast. you were supposed to memorize the unit circle and things were not making any sense to you. math just seem like a bunch of numbers that had rules with a hundred and one different exceptions. how were you supposed to memorize any of this, let alone apply it to the questions on your homework?

it's currently 12 am and there you are, still at your desk, practically pulling all of the hair fro your scalp. soobin was coming home late so you knew you could get away with staying up late like this. he never let you stay up too late to study, arguing that you needed sleep to even get nay work done.

a few minutes after 12 struck, you were too busy to even heard the bedroom door open, revealing a tired looking soobin. he had showered at the dorm before coming to your apartment for the night. he saw you at your desk and sighed, which snapped you out of your studying. you turn to him and gasp, putting your hands over your chest, "soobin! you scared me! what the hell?" you look back at your computer and notebook, "ugh...this is torture!" soobin put down his things in the corner he always left them at and went straight to your side. "math?" he asked, looking at the screen at your scratch paper. you only nod and drop your head into your hands. he rubs your back gently, "here, why don't you let me help? I know it's against my rules to study this late but let's give it a try." you nod up at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

you two had taken this study session to the kitchen, taking a little break to gather some drinks and cook some ramyeon to fuel both your brains for the night ahead. once you both were back at the table, ready to go, soobin too a Quick Look at your assignment. he thought for a second and you both started to get to work. he carefully and thoroughly explained the first problem to you and how he would solve it. he shows you his work and writes down all the steps neatly on a pice of paper. once this problem was solved, he lets you work on the next one, which was much easier because you were able to look at the example problem me made for you and were able to clearly see the steps he took. the smile on your face when you finally understood and got the problem correct was a smile he could never erase from his mind. it made his heart warm.

after your assignment was done and the food and drinks were all gone, it was finally time to get ready for bed. all throughout your skincare routine and brushing your teeth, you thanked soobin for being such. great help. "hey, I thought you said you hated math?" he chuckles, "well, I do but that doesn't mean im not good at it." you sign and rolls your eyes, "we can't all be special like you, big dummy." "hey! I wasn't dumb when I was helping you just a few minutes ago!"

#txt fluff #txt imagines #txt post #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #txt headcanons #tubatu #choi soobin #soobin

[antimatterz]

I really love, love, love your self-aware posts 🙃 That one with Bladie, was perfect!!! (I don't know if sending an request again that soon is okay, but i got another idea!) [After looking at your rules again, i am unsure if this request is okay with u. So i understand, if u refuse]

Listen. What if, Blade and Dan Heng would have some kind of rivalry, while they are in the same team. Like, actually trying to show off who is cooler and stuff.

But after seeing their competition, u just tell them, they are both wonderful and strong boys. (I know their heart would melt at that, hehe)

- Anon K🤪

solve what seems unsolveable

dan heng + blade x gn!reader

summary: it's a well-known fact that blade and dan heng cannot stand each other, but as someone who loves them both, you try to create peace.

cw: humor, fluff, rivalry, self-aware au

enyo's note: it's never to soon to request again, don't worry ! this was super fun to write hehe so thanks for sending this in ^^.

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these two already have a history together, resulting in quite some tension between them. now, it would be easy to avoid conflict; just don't put them on the same team, bringing their interactions to a minimum.

the catch? they both happen to be your favorite characters and you refuse to have only one of them on your team.

of course you know about their rivalry. it's so obvious. it can't be missed. the glares, the way blade keeps trying to provoke dan heng (and the always so calm dan heng. genuinely looks like he's about to snap), the way they refuse to cooperate in battle.

they're both so strong, equipped with your best relics and all, so together with your healer and shielder your team should be pretty much invincible right?

well, sike, it isn't. far from, actually.

your team is completely out of harmony, as the continuous tension affects the others as well. the rivalry is getting on everyone's nerves, making them irritable and out-of-focus.

it gets to a point where they beg you to kick either one of them from your team, preferably blade because he's the detonater while dan heng just tries to avoid conflict.

but eventually even dan heng snaps, giving in to blade's near-bullying.

something new starts, something that leaves you astounded.

instead of continuously going for each other's throat, they're now trying to prove to you who's the best by showing off big-time.

huge numbers of damage fly across your screen as they each try to prove their worth. with each strike, they surpass each other's damage and you can't help but stare at your screen in awe.

even the rest of your team stands back, watching in utter amazement how blade and dan heng mercilessly assault and defeat boss after boss, hitting insane numbers you've never seen before.

they're getting reckless, though, and it's getting out of hand. their health bars are glowing red since they don't leave any gaps for your shielder and healer to step in.

you know you have to intervene now.

you finalize the battle using the pause button and both dan heng and blade look at you in a daze, confused by the sudden interruption of the intense battle that had them completely immersed.

you lead them away from their teammates because it's about time you have a good talk with them.

"guys, this isn't working," you sigh.

they feel a little ashamed as they see the disappointment on your face, but they still refuse to look at each other. especially dan heng looks so done, having his arms crossed and all. so petty, hehe.

"look, you're both my favorite characters and i love you both so much. there really is no need to prove yourself, nor is there any reason to fight. you're both wonderful and strong and i don't want to feel like i have to choose between you two."

your words surely have their impact on them, especially when you pout at them through the screen. in the heat of their rivalry, they totally forgot to take into consideration how you felt.

"i'm sorry, y/n, i was blinded," dan heng mutters.

"you're confessing to us both? spicy," blade smirks, but his slight blush is so obvious lol.

"please try to work together, okay? you'd be unstoppable."

"anything for you, babe," blade grins, and now it's your turn to blush. okay, he still sounds a little hesitant, but it's a start.

"for you, y/n," dan heng agrees with a small sigh.

an idea pops up in your mind, and you smile.

"okay, and now hug each other," you pipe up.

"what?!" blade and dan heng ask in unison.

"you heard me," you giggle. "everything for me, right?"

much to your surprise, they actually oblige, awkwardly inching closer to each other before hugging aversively. the dismay is so obvious, but they're hugging without chocking each other or beating each other to pulp!

smiling widely, you hug your screen, engaging in some sort of interdimensional group hug. you sincerely hope this is the beginning of a new era, one in which your faves could put their rivalry aside and work together, carrying you through the game with ease.

#dan heng #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #dan heng x reader #— enyo writes #blade #blade x reader #hsr blade #honkai blade #blade honkai #dan heng honkai #honkai dan heng #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x blade x reader #honkai: star rail #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade imagine #blade imagines #dan heng imagine #dan heng imagines

[writercole]

Manspreading

Summary: Public transportation comes with many potential hazards, including sharing a seat with someone you don't like.

Squares: Sat in their lap - spnfluff // Neighbors - Resa's 3k

Words: 2371

Warnings: Innuendo, Jake's cocky ass.

Credits: @ryebecca for the idea. @princessmisery666 for the beta and the squeal.

A/N: This was borne out of Bees complaining about riding with men on the subway. It didn't take long to figure out that it was a rivals to lovers. Gotta listen to the characters. It's their story after all.

It had been the longest day of my life. Traipsing up and down floors in LouBoutain pumps killed me, I hadn’t slept the night before, and lunch was a snickers bar. So when I walked onto my train and found that there were two empty seats beneath some jackass’s manspread legs, I snapped. 

I walked right over and sat on his lap. How I didn’t chicken out halfway there confounded me.

“Excuse me, this seat is taken,” his voice rumbled in my ear. I froze immediately. I knew that voice.

“Well, Jacob, if you weren’t manspreading across three seats, I wouldn’t have to be sitting here,” I spat, not turning to meet his eyes. 

“Come on, darlin, you knew you were just looking for an excuse to ride my thigh,” he drawled. I knew I’d see a cocky smirk on his face and refused to look at him.

Instead I shut my eyes and growled, regretting several decisions that led me here.

“Oh, that was sexy. Do it again.”

My eyes snapped open and I finally met his gaze, finding exactly the expression I expected, the one he used on female clients to get them to swoon and give him anything he wanted, a smug charm that made my stomach flip. “If you’d just move your leg, I’d be out of your hair.”

I wasn’t prepared for him to bounce his leg like  I wasn’t sitting on it , like I weighed nothing. God I hate this man. 

“I am not in the mood to play games with you, Seresin,” I grumbled. “I have had a long ass day, these heels are killing me, and I haven’t had anything but a Snickers bar and a protein shake all day.”

“Then I guess you have to let me buy you dinner.” The way he winked at me made my panties dampen and skin burn. I refused to let him know that, though.

“I’ve had enough of your insufferable face at work today, thanks.”

“Insufferable, huh? I bet I could change your mind in one night.” 

I looked him up and down and leaned in close, watching the amusement and victory in his eyes as our noses brushed. “In your dreams, asshole,” I whispered, pulling back with a satisfactory smirk at his bewildered stare.

Unfortunately for me, he recovered quickly.

“You’re in my dreams often enough, sweetheart. And believe me, I have no problem changing your mind there.” 

“Does that line actually work?” My patience was wearing very thin.

“I’ll tell you,” he promised,” Over dinner.”  

“I’m not hungry,” I shrugged. Of course at that moment my stomach decided to growl and betray me.

“You have had a protein shake and a snickers bar today,” repeated Jake, “let me buy you dinner. You can even continue to throw shade at me if you want.”

“Look, Jake,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I really just want to go home, order a large pizza and curl up in my armchair with my favorite blanket and a good book.”

“Tomorrow, then,” he suggested, his tone persistent but with a hint of what sounded like hope. The train started to slow, preparing to stop at the next station. “This is my stop, darlin. Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to get your pretty face up.”

Maybe I was more lethargic than I thought because that trace of genuine hope had me a little dazed. So much so, I almost didn’t realize this was my stop too. How had I never seen him on the train before?  

“Dinner, tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he joined the crowd of people gathering at the doors. 

I shuffled along behind them, running through everything that had transpired since I’d boarded the train. Somehow, my main competition at work took the same train and got off at the same stop and had an answer for everything I said. 

I was lost in my thoughts when a shove came from behind me and I was pushed into the solid mass of the person in front of me. He whipped around and I was prepared to utter a stream of apologies until…

“You could have just said something, darlin, you didn’t have to run into me.” I just wanted to slap that grin off of his face.

“I was shoved.”

“That’s one way to get my attention, though.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re doing enough of that for me.”

“I didn’t realize you were into degradation, Seresin,” I snorted as I made my way towards the stairs.

“I could be into a lot of things for you.”

“You have the opposite effect on me. You could drive me out of things I was into,” I chirped as I tried to get away from him.

“Oh really? And what would those things be?” It was infuriating how easily he was keeping up with me.

“Haven’t thought about it.”

“Fine, but I bet you’ve thought about me naked,” he called.

“Oh no, am I really that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” I sassed with a roll of my eyes, something that I’d been doing quite a lot today, and sped up through a gap, leaving him behind me.

I finally reached the top of the staircase, ready to duck into the nearest shop I could find to avoid him further until I caught sight of Conner. My ex was heading my way with his arm around a beautiful, thin, perfectly proportioned blonde. Giggling. 

My eyes widened and I spun around, ready to head back into the subway, but instead found Jake cresting the top of the stairs. I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, silencing any protests when my lips met his. He hummed and his arm slid around my waist to pull me close while his other hand tangled in my hair. His tongue parted my lips expertly and he deepened the kiss, only to be interrupted by Conner calling my name. 

I gave Jake a look that screamed ‘please go with it’ as I wiped my mouth and turned. “Oh, Conner, hi,” I greeted, a little light headed. Perhaps it was the lack of sustenance, but I think it had more to do with the kiss from the man standing beside him, with a smug grin and a hand firmly on the small of my back.

“Uh, hi. You, uh, you look good,” he stuttered. His focus was on Jake by my side instead of me, instead of his date.

I guess I should have been proud. Or maybe offended?

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” Jake asked, tugging me tighter to his side.

“This is my ex-boyfriend, Conner,” I introduced, “Conner, this is Jake, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meetcha, Conner,” Jake said, extending his hand.

Conner just looked at it and then directed his attention to me. “Moving on, huh?”

“Looks like you did the same,” I quipped, turning to the blonde. “And what’s your name?”

“Alyssa,” she squeaked as she tucked herself into Conner.

“Conner, Alyssa, it was nice meeting you both, but we’re late for our reservation,” Jake interrupted. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“Nice to see you, Con,” I shrugged as I let Jake pull me away. We walked a block before I stepped out of his grip. “Thanks for that,” I told him quietly.

“It wasn’t a problem,” dismissed Jake. “But I think you should tell me what that was about over dinner.”

I sighed heavily before responding. “Fine, but I’m buying. It’s the least I can do for assaulting you.”

“That was assaulting me?” he grinned. “Where do I sign up for you to do that again?”

I just rolled my eyes before heading towards my favorite pizza shop. He caught up quickly and we walked in silence, Jake keeping his mouth uncharacteristically shut until after our orders were placed.

“So what’s the story with Conner?” he asked quietly.

“Um, so, we dated for a year,” I started, “maybe a little longer. He kept saying things about how he couldn’t wait to move in together and how excited he was that my lease was going to be up soon and maybe we should just buy a house for when we have kids. I kept thinking I’d find feelings like his one day but it never happened. 

“Then, during the last charity gala, he proposed. Very publicly.” I paused for a drink. Jake was there at the gala. He knew what had happened from there.

“Ah, yeah. I remember that,” he chuckled. “That was you?”

“Mhmm.” 

“That was the talk of the office until…until Jerry flubbed that presentation.”

“Anyway, I threw myself into my work and started pushing hard for that promotion. I couldn’t think of any better way to prove I was fine except succeeding in my career.”

“And you have. So why the panic?” 

“I may or may not have insinuated that I could do better than him,” I admitted, avoiding his gaze. 

I had no idea why I was telling Jake all of this. It’s not like I knew him, it’s not like he cared. But when I looked up, I wasn’t met with derision and mocking, I was met with a softness and understanding. 

“I get it. You wanted to show him up. But why me?”

“I was honestly going to go hide in the crowd. I didn’t plan on kissing you. I didn’t even know I was doing it until you hummed.” Might as well stick with honesty.

“Oh, so it wasn’t because you decided to take me up on my offer to change your mind about me?” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me across the table.

I laughed and shoved his arm, making him chuckle as well. It surprised me how easily conversation flowed between us. For the longest time, he’d been a bitter rival of mine and now, here he was, almost like we were friends.

This was a different side of the Jake I’d see around the office. He’d ditched his jacket and loosened his tie, even going so far as to roll up his sleeves. He talked about tv shows he watched and criticized my taste in movies with a teasing smile. 

He asked questions about me and my life and friends and for every detail he learned about me, he dished out one about himself. None of it surprised me until he said he’d spent time in the Navy.

“You joined the Navy right out of high school? Why?”

“Family tradition,” he shrugged. 

“So you joined the Navy because your family wanted you to, you’re in the business world because your dad forced you into a business degree. What do you do because you want to?”

“What do you do?”

“Promise not to make a joke?” I asked. I’d never had a good reaction when I revealed my hobbies.

“I will do my absolute best not to make a joke but if you tell me you’re a mime, all bets are off,” he laughed, his hands up in surrender.

“I write.”

“Why would I make a joke about you writing for a hobby?” he questioned.

“Because it’s dumb that I write stories when there are so many that I could just go read,” I explained, using the words that several people had used to devalue my likes and the way I spent my time.

“Who cares if there’s a bunch of stories you can go read? The ones you write are going to be in your own voice and reflect your own experiences,” he countered.

“Well, what do you do?”

“I draw,” he shrugged.

That surprised me. “You draw?”

“Yeah. I started in high school when I needed to escape from the insanity of the perfect world my father wanted. My art teacher said I had a talent but it never felt like something I wanted to do for other people. It was more…”

“Something you wanted to keep for yourself,” I supplied, nodding along with the words.

“Exactly!”

I checked my watch and saw that we had been in the pizza parlor for three hours. “I should probably get home. It’s getting kind of late.”

“Oh damn,” Jake exclaimed when he checked the time. “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jake,” I protested, “You were at the office before me this morning. You have to be exhausted.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he rebutted, “but I want to walk you home.”

I paid the bill and we stepped out into the night. The streets were closer to empty than they had been all day and the temperatures had dropped enough that it was almost chilly. A shiver crept up my spine and before I’d finished shivering Jake’s jacket enveloped me. I looked up at him, seeing him in a different light, both literally and figuratively.

“What?” he questioned. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

“You’ve surprised me at every turn tonight,” I admitted with a smile.

He just hummed as we walked along, his hands in his pockets and his jacket wrapped around me. 

“This is me,” I mumbled as I drew to a stop in front of my building.

“Well, at least it’s a short walk home for me,” he quipped. I furrowed my brow and he gestured across the street. “The only dark apartment on the fourth floor.”

I looked up at my building and laughed. “Same.”

Jake joined me, his deep chuckle rumbling through the space between us. “I can’t believe we live across from each other, on the same floor.”

“Seems crazy, right?” 

“Yeah, crazy. Or maybe…” he trailed off.

“Maybe?”

“Walk you to work tomorrow?” he offered.

“On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t take up three seats with your manspreading,” I demanded, a slight smirk creeping onto my face.

“How am I going to get you back in my lap again?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He nodded, his expression contorting to one of ponderance. When his gaze met mine again, he smiled and stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek before his lips met mine, softly asking permission for a real kiss. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, melting into his warmth. He smiled softly when he pulled back, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“I should go,” he whispered.

“Or you could stay.”

“I don’t want to rush into anything. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Progressing from dinner to breakfast seems to be moving pretty quickly buuuuut..I’ll allow it,” I giggled. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

#writercole #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman seresin #hangman businessman au #business au #neighbors #rivals to flirting #possibly more to come

[july-angel-wings]

What A Meeting...Part 2

Masterlist

Sequel to Stanger

Any! Link x Female! Reader

Short Story Prompt: You were stunned - then you feel your throat close up.

Warning: Panic Attack, please do not read if it triggers you. I wish you good health.

~~~

You were shocked to find a genuine live horse in front of you. The horse even appears to be staring back at you! When you hear it huff and heave the dirt path with its hoof, you jump a little and hold your hiking supplies close.

The rider whose voice you knew called out to you earlier caressed the horse's side soothingly. When you finally glanced at him fully, you locked in his eyes, which seemed to draw you in, and you felt an unintentional flush on your cheeks.

Hey, it's not your fault that not many guys in your life have glanced your way, which is unfortunate.

And wait... were those elf ears??

Was there a cosplay convention nearby? If so, this guy would certainly be the winner because a real live horse always win by a landslide in contests.

You didn't realize you were in a mini-staring contest until he chuckles in… amusement?

You look at him as the rider shakes his head in thinking before smiling at you.

"Ah, I apologize for being disrespectful. My name is Link. Do you happen to be lost, Miss...?" The rider who is now Link raises a peaceful hand while fixing his green hat on his head. It appeared worn along the edges, and there was a charred hole on the side of it, letting some of his disarrayed hair peeking out.

Now that I think about it, his entire outfit appears to be a little charred, like as if he was walking along a volcano route.

You give him a wary glance, your cheeks flushed, before saying, "I'm (Y/n). Can you tell me where I am?"

Link tilts his head, a puzzled expression on his face, and responds, "You're on the east side of Hyrule, next to Death Mountain."

He gestures down the path, and you can see a tall mountain--no, a volcano--in the distance. How in the world did you miss that?!

You look around you frantically. There have been no landmarks that looked familiar to you whatsoever.

You thought the leaf creature you saw was just a hallucination from your nasty fall.

You were stunned - then you feel your throat close up.

Plus, there's no such thing as a place call Hyrule.

But this is real.

This can't be true…

This must be a nightmare…

That's all there is to it.

You were knocked out by a severe fall while trekking in the mountains, and you were caught in a dream coma or whatever…

Link saw your pale complexion, the dark look that came over your eyes and he gave you a worried glance.

You were shaking.

"Miss (Y/n), are you-?"

This can't-

"This must be a dream."

Your vision starts to blur.

You clutch your head and collapse to your knees, your chest gradually heaving.

Your hiking supplies clatter to the ground. But you didn't care.

A tightening coil was taking shape.

It's difficult to breathe.

"I…where am I?"

You believe you hear Link cry out to you in worry and a horse neigh, but there's a buzz in your ear.

"Where...? This can't-"

It's difficult to-

Someone is standing in front of you. Hands softly touch your shoulders, yet you hear breathing (?) between the buzzing.

You…unconsciously follow that respiration in your dazed head.

In...

Out...

In...

Out...

You began to regain feeling, and as the soft grasp on your shoulders loosened, a calming hand began to rub your back.

When you regain your composure after your panic attack, you notice Link is kneeling by you, a gentle sweet smile on his face.

"Is there anything I can do for you, miss (Y/n)?"

His voice was gentle and…kind. You were more at ease and content. Link was too kind.

"I'm…sorry. I'm truly sorry. You were helping me and I just-"

Link grinned and softly shook his head.

"This isn't the first time this has happened...I was in your shoes before as well."

Your face breaks into a gradual smile. You were still reeling from the idea that you weren't where you should have been and in unfamiliar territory, but Link's companionship was immensely appreciated.

With his horse now behind you, you and Link look at each other and you cannot help but think-

What a meeting.

~~~

Note: I...had a panic attack a long time ago and when it did happen, I remember my breathing technique and it helped me a lot. Everyone, I really appreciate all your likes, comments and reblogs. It warms my heart immensely and I'm glad that my very short prompt was worth it. Love you all and have a safe & wonderful day/night. Stay tune for more! P.S: My next one-shot story would be a certain character in Legend of Zelda Oracle of the Ages manga. Also, if you guys want a part three of this, hit the comment section!

#link x reader #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda #part two #w:panic attack #still working on my skills

[wonderbutch]

genres and bands i listen to and how i got into them: an entirely too long useless list i made instead of sleeping

celtic punk

shoutout to the genre ever? i grew up listening to celtic punk literally since i was born. my dad sucks but his music taste does not. this genre is 32% responsible for my leftist punk attitude, which is ironic if you know anything about my father.

- the dropkick murphys: first band i can ever remember hearing. as a toddler i called them “the bastards”. still a favourite forever and everrr. their newish album “this machine still kills fascists” fucks HARD. the band will forever be a formative reminder of my working class upbringing in a miners family

- the rumjacks: late nights and early mornings in my dads car introduced me to this band. i really will tell me ma when i get home and i wont feel guilty about it

- paddy and the rats: one of the only celtic punk bands i actually discovered on my own. in 2018 i went on a sailing ship for a week and that got me rlly into celtic punk again LMAO. this band is so fucking good

emo/pop punk

i was 13 and tbh it was a phase but i still love listening to fob and mcr and sws

- my chemical romance: unironically i think i got into them through band memes

- fall out boy: literally just thru scrolling through youtube when i was 12

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- sleeping with sirens: this band shaped me as a person. kellin quinn the original gender envy. ohhh i miss this band sm

- all time low: a kid in my class in year 7 introduced me to all time low and ill remember him forever for it. hope youre well, jaiden.

- la dispute: got to see them live last year after @starcam413 got me into them! theyre kinda more screamo like sws but not in the same way as sws but definitely emo too

- set it off: this band is still SO GOOD. so fucking good oh my god. truly the fucking era

- the score: i was a greek mythology nerd as a kid (its my major now!) of course i listened to the score. i miss being 13 and listening to the score on youtube on my laptop at 3am so bad

folk punk

celtic punk and folk punk are very related, and i grew up listening to bands like the pogues and the violent femmes. is it really any wonder how i ended up Like This

- the violent femmes: as a child my dad would play country death song in the car. yes i am mentally ill and have daddy issues can you blame me????? (the song is literally about killing your daughter and then offing yourself)

- toby foster: really one of my proper introductions to the genre and what ultimately led me to discover bands like ajj and pat the bunny. found him on youtube through his song tennessee. i was 13 i think?

- pat the bunny: after toby foster i was completely hooked on the genre and of course ended up listening to the king himself, pat the bunny. your heart is a muscle the size of your fist is such a comfort song to me even now. it sucks he no longer makes music but im very happy he got sober!

- schmekel: im trans and punk of course i listen to schmekel. fantastic trans and jewish band that helped me a lot with my transness as a young teen

- mal blum: im counting his music as folk punkish, sue me. no idea how i got into them either. their song new years eve is the song i listen to on repeat every single new years eve, and i have yet to change this tradition. Help Me.

- the front bottoms: I DONT CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS. THEIR EARLIER ALBUMS ARE FOLK PUNK AS HELL. genuinely my favourite band ever. i can’t remember how i got into them but is how i ended up friends with @starcam413 (hi jon!)

- she/her/hers: sooo formative to me when i was 15/16 struggling with being trans.

- harley poe: ohh i love this guy so fucking much. why do i relate so much to a middle aged divorced man????

- days n daze: one of the most popular folk punk bands so i mean. Duh. sooo good i love them.

punk

- the sex pistols: listen. listen to me LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. i dont even fucking like this band. in fact i despise it. but because my dad is an idiot, he loves this band and played it a lot when i was a kid.

- the queers: i think i heard them on a spotify playlist last year? big fan.

- the muslims: i believe this was recommended to me on reddit?? amazing black and brown queer band, i love it a lot

- tribe 8: im a lesbian with a complicated gender identity of course i listen to tribe 8. trans queer punk band that i listened to a lot when i was like 15 i think

- against me!: listened to them a lot when i was 15

new wave/post punk

got into this genre in 2022 and Hella into it late last year. blame paper girls brainrot.

- devo: got into them in 2022 thanks to an online friend hi ira 🌀 theyve never made a single bad song

- the cure: once again my dad showed me a lot of the cure when i was a kid and getting into music

- blondie: ….have you seen the batman and harley quinn movie….please dont make me say more. the first cassette in my collection is from this band!

- new order: one of my favourite bands right now. like most things for the last three years of my life, i got into this band because of a comic book. the tv adaption of paper girls features two new order songs and it got me absolutely hooked on this band.

rock/all that shit??

- danzig: once again you can blame paper girls for this

- bon jovi: also paper girls. i am obsessed with jon bon jovi’s hair in the 90s. gender envy as fuck

- queen: when i was 14 i found my grandpas mp3 player from the 2000s, he was a big fan of queen. i ended up putting all my music on the mp3 player and ive used it every single day since.

- billy joel: i was raised by my grandmother of course i listened to billy joel. played a lot on our old radio with my nans ipod when i was a kid. apparently my nan isnt even a big fan of him so i guess he was only formative to me lol????

indie

probably one of my most listened to genres just because. i have no reason. ive come to realise that most of my indie music taste is stolen from aura.

- girl in red: shoutout to discovering im a lesbian in 2017/2018 and to my best friend @vampoholica for introducing me to girl in red

- bastille: i love bastille sm icarus is such a good song and as a greek mythology kid i was so obsessed. bad blood youll always be famous to me

- mitski: oguhfhgh i dont know how i got into mitski but good lord. literally life changing.

- the smiths: fuck morrissey. i think this too was aura’s fault and i forgive them bc i love the smiths

- chloe moriondo: ahh the youtube ukulele era how i miss you

- alex g: i can’t remember how i got into alex g but i got into his music in 2022 and now im obsessed and unwell about him

- adrienne lenker: again this is aura’s fault and i am so fine with that. music sooo devastating it makes u wanna throw up and sleep forever

- elliott smith: i started listening to him because of simon vs the homo sapiens agenda

okay thats it thank u for reading this stupid post lol

#music #music genres #bands #emo #folk punk #new wave #post punk #celtic punk #punk

[vickyvicarious]

So, building on this post about what van Helsing knew as of yesterday, I wanted to take a look at his perspective of the meeting with Mina. To begin with, I think these are his goals: get access to the Whitby journal, learn about Jonathan's health, and ideally get access to the Transylvania journal as well. Those also go in order of difficulty, since he introduced himself as Lucy's doctor, knows Jonathan is ill and Mina's worried, and he knows that Mina sealed Jonathan's journal with her wedding ring and promised not to open it unless there was a need.

So, he begins with Lucy.

"It is Mina Murray that I came to see that was friend of that poor dear child Lucy Westenra. Madam Mina, it is on account of the dead I come."

He introduces himself by his relationship to a trusted friend, much as he did in his letter to Mina. He's forging a connection and letting Mina know how deeply he cared for her friend and that he wants to do his best for her even after her death. Mina immediately responds well to this, saying that him being Lucy's helper and friend is the best claim he could have on her. He bows, they're quite solemn and share a moment. He lets Mina ask him what he wants to know first.

"I know that you were with her at Whitby. She sometimes kept a diary—you need not look surprised, Madam Mina; it was begun after you had left, and was in imitation of you—and in that diary she traces by inference certain things to a sleep-walking in which she puts down that you saved her."

Van Helsing immediately brings up Lucy's diary. Not only to explain how he knows about them being in Whitby together, but to hint towards Mina having a diary of her own. He emphasizes how much Mina meant to Lucy and how much she helped her. I think he's been perfectly genuine with all of the above, but he also is trying to build up to asking for the diary. We also get an idea of why van Helsing is so interested in Mina's diary. It's not just because it could give him more information about what happened to Lucy; it's because for some reason none of it was fatal, and Mina seems to have managed to protect her somehow, even unknowingly. Van Helsing wants to know whatever might work against vampires.

Mina agrees to tell van Helsing everything about Whitby. And while her willingness to help is great, that's not all he wants. He doesn't think Mina has the knowledge to recognize all the important details. He doesn't know her yet, and doesn't know how precise she can be. He also simply wouldn't expect her to necessarily connect things such as a bat, or the grave of a suicide, as relevant to Lucy's condition. Not that he knows those specifics exist yet, but you take my point. Anyone would be more likely to write down weird events in their diary than to tell them to a doctor when they're trying to specifically describe a friend's condition by memory over a month later.

"I can tell you, I think, Dr. Van Helsing, all about it."

"Ah, then you have good memory for facts, for details? It is not always so with young ladies."

"No, doctor, but I wrote it all down at the time. I can show it to you if you like."

Being van Helsing, he goes for the 'charmingly' paternal condescending joke about young ladies not having good memories. The way this is worded is both a joking 'not like other girls' compliment, and also another hint towards the thorough journal he knows Mina wrote at the time. This time, it works. Of course, he seems to have miffed her a little with the joke about memories, so she pranks him with the shorthand copy, and it's absolutely delightful of her. Well deserved, and he enjoys it too... though he gets nervous about not being able to access the information within, until Mina reveals she typed it out for him. He then asks to read it and be able to ask her questions afterwards, still hoping to follow up on anything that might be pertinent.

"This paper is as sunshine. It opens the gate to me. I am daze, I am dazzle, with so much light, and yet clouds roll in behind the light every time. But that you do not, cannot, comprehend."

The diary is more revealing than he ever could have dreamed. He's delighted by the wealth of information, and is surely connecting the dots about the Demeter, about Lucy's sleepwalking, about the graveyard, about the bat at the window. There are still questions. What is this vampire's aim? Why did they leave Lucy alone after a while? (Some less productive question too, like, why couldn't we manage to protect her as Mina did?) And he doesn't expect Mina to be able to help him with them, simply because she lacks the relevant context. At least, that's what he thinks. He isn't calling her stupid here, just unaware. And he wants to keep her that way, just as he's wanted to keep everyone unawares of vampires. He doesn't want to burden her with the knowledge any more than he wanted to burden the others.

So, he's completed his first goal handily. Mina has proved a wonderful resource already. But he also knows that her husband's trip to Transylvania (which he may associate with vampires) went horribly wrong, and that he's been experiencing an illness that sounds reminiscent of Lucy's. It's possible he is being fed upon too.

"Madam"—he said this very solemnly—"if ever Abraham Van Helsing can do anything for you or yours, I trust you will let me know. It will be pleasure and delight if I may serve you as a friend; as a friend, but all I have ever learned, all I can ever do, shall be for you and those you love. There are darknesses in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights. You will have happy life and good life, and your husband will be blessed in you."

As he starts to thank her, he also hints several times at Mina's loved ones while he is offering his services. I think he's hoping she will remember his role as doctor and seek to ask him about Jonathan's condition. But instead she just protests that he's being too nice and doesn't know her. So he insists otherwise, and 'casually' works his way around to bringing up Jonathan himself:

"Oh, Madam Mina, good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read; and we men who wish to know have in us something of angels' eyes. Your husband is noble nature, and you are noble too, for you trust, and trust cannot be where there is mean nature. And your husband—tell me of him. Is he quite well? Is all that fever gone, and is he strong and hearty?"

He gives up on subtle hints completely and just asks about Jonathan's condition. Of course, he doesn't know that she's been hoping to bring up the exact same topic, though that's what he has been hoping to engineer. When Mina starts to talk about stress from Mr. Hawkins' death, he sort of hurries her along. I think he's meaning to express understanding and sympathy, though it comes off kinda rude. But I also think he's hoping to get past that to the relevant stuff, and he's eager for her to tell her about something he hasn't already read. He wants to know if Jonathan is being bitten too.

This is extremely tantalizing information. Dots are beginning to connect between brain fever and Transylvania and the Demeter and Lucy's illness. As soon as van Helsing hears about Jonathan getting a shock, he continues to try and draw Mina out by expressing sympathy and worry (and implicitly, his aid as a doctor). And of course Mina's reaction of nearly breaking down and pleading for his help seems extremely in line with his suspicions. Jonathan might truly be being fed upon as well.

"I suppose this upset him, for when we were in town on Thursday last he had a sort of shock."

"A shock, and after brain fever so soon! That was not good. What kind of a shock was it?"

"He thought he saw some one who recalled something terrible, something which led to his brain fever."

"I am glad, glad, that I may here be of some use to you; for if your husband suffer, he suffer within the range of my study and experience. I promise you that I will gladly do all for him that I can—all to make his life strong and manly, and your life a happy one."

He essentially promises to become Jonathan's doctor. I think this shows he is still operating under the premise that Jonathan is possibly being drunk from and he might need to try and save him where he couldn't save Lucy. He promises to help, but wants Mina to calm down first and also wants to have a little time to think. So he suggests the lunch break. But when they come back, he intends to start in on the interview about Jonathan.

Mina again meets and exceeds his expectations. He hoped to get to talk to her about Jonathan, and eventually, after being appointed in the role of his doctor, ask about any relevant history. I imagine he planned to possibly examine Jonathan first, or at least have the full conversation, before asking Mina about Jonathan's journal. He knows about her sealing it up, after all. He'd probably just hint towards it first, talk about how the patients' experiences could be so useful for a diagnosis, bring up Lucy's situation and the helpful Whitby diary... all this stuff which ends up being completely unnecessary when Mina gets his promise to take them seriously and then just straight-up hands it over to him. So he thanks her seriously and promises to come back in the morning.

"Dr. Van Helsing, what I have to tell you is so queer that you must not laugh at me or at my husband. I have been since yesterday in a sort of fever of doubt; you must be kind to me, and not think me foolish that I have even half believed some very strange things." He reassured me by his manner as well as his words when he said:—

"Oh, my dear, if you only know how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it be."

You may ask, why would he choose to leave them alone for the night if he thinks Jonathan is being bitten? Well, I think he already knows that Jonathan is away for the night. The way Mina responds to him saying he'll be back in the morning at least seems suggestive of it to me, and she wasn't taking down every single word she said to him for the entire conversation, so it may have been mentioned at some point. It's also possible that he doesn't want to alarm them too much when Jonathan still seems not at the point of actively dying, I suppose. I'm not a hundred percent sure on this one. But I do think that at this time, with everything he knows and the strange things Mina has been hinting towards, he suspects Jonathan might be being bitten.

Until he reads the diary.

Strange and terrible as it is, it is true! I will pledge my life on it. It may be worse for others; but for him and you there is no dread. He is a noble fellow; and let me tell you from experience of men, that one who would do as he did in going down that wall and to that room—ay, and going a second time—is not one to be injured in permanence by a shock. His brain and his heart are all right; this I swear, before I have even seen him; so be at rest. I shall have much to ask him of other things.

Van Helsing has been urging Mina to keep this all hush-hush up until now, so as not to upset or worry Jonathan. But suddenly he seems confident that Jonathan will recover, and even says that he wants to asks him about lots of things. This is because after reading his diary, van Helsing knows Jonathan is not currently being bitten. This means he is no longer a potential patient to protect. Instead, he's an extremely valuable resource with lots of information about vampire abilities, weaknesses, and even specific details on the vampire who is here in London. Van Helsing isn't as worried about Jonathan's PTSD because he was prepared for another Lucy so this is a big relief, and because he's so impressed by the account of everything he went through in Castle Dracula. He never tells Mina to tell Jonathan the truth, but he also stops telling her to hide things from him. He now expects him to be able to recover eventually.

He went in thinking he might get some small insight, and a potential new patient. He came out with more information than he knows what to do with, and friends who can help him. It's monumental for him. And, by the way, I'm not trying to suggest that his expressions of gratitude and admiration and affection towards Mina (and then Jonathan) are ever anything less than sincere. I think he means all he says in this conversation. It's just that, along the way, he was trying to say those things in the best way for his goals. And he more than achieved them, thanks to Mina's willingness to trust in/share with him (and her willingness to trust Jonathan and prepare the transcriptions ahead of time).

He's gotten far more than he ever expected out of this conversation, and armed with new knowledge and allies who already know something of vampires (even if he needs to reassure them it's true, he doesn't have to sell them on the concept), van Helsing feels more prepared to start acting in earnest - and no longer alone.

#dracula daily #van helsing #my meta

[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 6

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: This picks back up in the flash back from Ch. 5, and as a result, Y/N is reeling. I am also currently writing the smutty stuff, so that will be coming up here soon, and woof, was it insanity to write.

TW: depression, assault, r*pe, alcohol abuse

3.1K Word Count

Ch. 6: You Blame Me For Everything You Hate

“Y/L/N?” You hear a familiar, feminine voice pull you from your daze. Your gaze wanders to your surroundings, noticing you are still in the washroom, curled up on the floor of the shower. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, but you were certain you had passed out. The light that filtered in the window above the door had not shifted to darkness, signaling that night had fallen. “Y/N?” You could tell now that the voice belonged to Camila, one of your friends that went all the way back to your enlistment and boot camp. You heard shuffling, as two pairs of boots made their way around the wash room, presumably looking for you. You stood up quickly, not wanting to be seen like this, just wanting to be seen as normal as possible to avoid raising suspicion. In your haste to stand, you hadn’t realized how dizzy you really were, as you likely had a mild concussion from the solid stone ashtray that struck you just above your eye. You started to falter, the shower spinning around you as the curtain was ripped open and Nikki caught you by your underarms before you struck your head. 

“Girl, what the hell?” She asks before carefully turning your aching body so you could sit on the cold bench. You winced at the pain of just sitting, he had never used you anally before, and everything was sore from how rough he was. “Honey, what the hell happened to you?”

“Her eyebrow is split open, there’s a goose egg on her head. We need to take her to the infirmary.” Camila pointed out, and then gasping as Nikki gently turned your head. 

“Y/N/N, what is this from? You have a bruise on your neck, your hips are bruised, this doesn’t look good honey.” Nikki spoke softly, noticing how jumpy you were. But she knew the answer in the back of her mind. The meeting you had earlier today had something to do with your current state. As did all the other ‘meetings’ , and why you weren’t sleeping or eating. Your genuine lack of care showed how broken you were right now. 

“Nix, we need to get her in now. She was attacked.” Camila stated, looking around for your clothes, so they could dress you. When she looked around, she found your torn underwear, tainted with cum, and your fatigues and workout tee. “Nikki, she was raped.” 

“I know, Camila, I think I have an idea who, too.” 

***

That was the last of the memory you had, you had passed back out while Nikki held onto you, and Cam had apparently gone and grabbed you some fresh clothes, a bag for the dirty ones, and some help from your closest friends to get you to the infirmary. From that point on, you had your emotions steeled, and turned against almost everyone. Nikki, Camila and a select few others were the only ones who really knew what had happened that day, but rumors went flying, especially when Waters was discharged after the results of the rape test. You pushed yourself and didn’t really allow yourself to feel, you went through the motions, went to therapy, and rose through the ranks efficiently. Part of you wished that asshat was still enlisted, you would have loved to make his life a living hell, but you knew that half your promotions would have never happened with him present. 

No one really ever found out why or how long, you never told anyone that the assaults had been ongoing for a month, almost 3 times a week, Nikki knew the timeframe, but you never confirmed it with her, you just told her that he had been threatening you up to the breaking point. When people had asked why he did this, you feigned stupidity, claiming he just snapped. Had you told them the real reason, you would have likely been kicked out of the military too. Even with ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ being a thing of the past, many higher ranking officers didn’t like people being open about sexuality, and found a way to excommunicate you for it. You wouldn’t risk it. Your military career relied on it. You kept your head down, and did everything by the book, ensuring that there was no way for someone to call you out for working the system. 

You didn’t realize that you had slipped under water, until you felt the familiar ache in your chest that came from holding your breath for too long. You sprung back out of the water, slamming your hands onto the surface of the water, and inadvertently scraping one of your hands on the hot tub deck. The sting of chlorine in the open wound on your knuckles fully brought you back to reality. You were breathing like you just ran a marathon, and quickly had to calm your nerves before having a full onset panic attack. As the aftermath of the unwelcome memory slowly dissipated, you shook out your hair, and quickly pulled yourself out of the water. You stalked over to the chair your towel was thrown onto, toweling your hair dry, and patting yourself until you were dry enough to not drip all over the house. You looked around for your phone, groaning when you realized that it had slipped under water during your momentary relapse. You stepped back into the now calm hot tub, sinking under water to grab the device, and surfacing to repeat your drying process before going to find a way to dry out your waterlogged phone. 

You opened every cabinet in the kitchen, hoping somewhere, you might have some sort of rice or grain that you could place your phone into, but you had none. Wiping your hands on your face, you set the phone onto a towel, and gently wrapped it in the cotton with the hopes that it would dry out by tomorrow morning. Walking back down the hallway, you stepped foot in your home office, and set the towel with your phone by your computer. Briefly contemplating calling Kris, you decided against this astutely before walking up the stairs and into your bathroom, ridding yourself of the bikini top and shorts, and quickly hopping into the shower to rinse off. You had to wash yourself of the revolting phantom feeling of a mans hands on your neck, and bruises on your hips has he pounded into you from behind. 

You scrubbed every inch of your body obsessively to rid yourself of the feeling, thankful for the decision to utilize a tankless water heater system when you built this house, so you never ran out of hot water. Once you had scrubbed yourself practically raw, you stepped out of the shower, toweling yourself off completely dry, and applying lotion to your body and face. After feeling satisfied with your level of moisturization, you brushed your teeth, and rinsed out your mouth with copious amounts of mouthwash. You placed your Hans alongside the sides of the sink, leaning over the counter, and looking at yourself in the mirror. You grimaced at the scar above your left eye, that was left from the ashtray that was so lovingly chucked at your head, and the resulting surgery to help relieve some of the pressure from the resulting swelling and tissue damage. You looked at your veiny hands, which were covered in a plethora of scars- some from the night you punched the shower wall till you collapsed, and others from the beatings you dished out as your line of work saw fit. You examined the fresh scrapes upon your knuckles from earlier, which were honestly worse than you thought. You grabbed a wrap from your linen closet, wrapping your knuckles in the self stick bandaging so the wounds wouldn’t continue to open. 

You sighed, glancing one more time at your reflection, before returning to your bedroom. You were standing in the middle of the bedroom, staring at your bed, but you knew there would be no sleep for you tonight. You begrudgingly dragged yourself down the stairs to your living room, to where you at least could find some respite in the enormity of your view before you. You continued past the sofa, and ended up on the far end of your entertainment space. You always found it ironic how you designed this house to shock and awe those who enter, but never were really willing to let anyone over to see it, to enjoy it. As you poured yourself a tall glass of whiskey from your home bar, which was always fully stocked, you twirled the chain with more than the standard issue of dog tags adorned your chest, a stark reminder of those who were no longer here for you hanging from your neck, resting on your bare chest. You hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, just some boxers- and there you stood, staring out the windows of your living room towards the valley out your front door, hoping the glass of brown liquid will give you some solace.  

The sound of a dull thud is what brought you back to reality. As you tried to sit up, you groaned at the pounding coming from your head. You realized that you had passed out, and the empty bottles of whiskey in front of you were to blame. You went through two bottles, and weren’t even really sure how long you had been passed out for. You searched for your phone, only to vaguely remember that you had inadvertently drowned the damn thing in your hot tub, and it now rests in your office. You slowly sat up, trying not to puke up all the booze you had drank recently, grabbing your head when you were finally able to get yourself seated. You hand also throbbed as you flexed it around your forehead, and you slowly pulled it away, glancing at the slightly discolored bandage covering your knuckles. The empty glass that woke you sat on the floor by your bare foot, and you carefully moved in such a way that minimized how much throbbing in your head would occur, as you scooped it up and quietly set it on the table in front of you. “Fucking hell, when was the last time I was this hungover?”  You thought to yourself, before slowly rising up to gingerly walk yourself over to your office. 

“Right, left….oww…right…owwwww…left…owww owww, righ….fuck…my…life” You found yourself using all the strength and will power left in your body to move your legs. You finally reached the office, shuffling yourself over to the tufted leather chair, plopping down and reaching for your wireless device. You cautiously pressed the power button on the side, taking a deep sigh of relief when the phones screen turned on. You were greeted with a cacophony of phone alerts, which made your head pound even more. You glanced around, looking to see if you had left a decanter in the office. You noticed the glass skull decanter on the far counter, with enough liquid in it to accomplish your goal. You reached into your center desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of medicine, and grabbed enough medicine to take this damn migraine away, before tossing back the pills and swallowing them harshly. You pushed your chair over to the decanter, not wanting to chance walking again, grabbing the skull and taking a swig straight from the glass jar. You grimaced at the burn of alcohol, but as you leaned back, you slowly felt the pounding headache start to dull enough for you to barely function. You pushed yourself back over to the desk, grabbing your phone and going through your notifications. “Fuck!” You said to yourself, as you realized that you were out for a day and a half. 

Quite honestly, you were shocked that no one from work had reached out. You expected Kris to at least text and say something about your quarrel in your work office, but no one had said a word. You checked your emails, and set your phone down on its wireless charging pad, and carefully stood up, just as your stomach grumbled. “Yeah, yeah.” You told yourself as you shuffled out of the office, and to your kitchen. Rifling through the fridge you grabbed all the fixings for a small sandwich, something that had some protein and dairy, and something absorbent to sop up the remainder of the alcohol in your system.

You threw away the napkin that you made your sandwich on, feeling slightly relieved to have some food in your stomach.  You stood briefly in the middle of the kitchen, debating what to do with your day, looking up at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was just after 11 in the morning. You walked upstairs and back to your closet, grabbing an old t-shirt and your stained jeans, pulling them on before grabbing your pair of steel toe boots. Deciding now is as good a time as any to catch up on some of the work needed for one of your projects, you grabbed your favorite dirty baseball hat, putting it on backwards, and went back out towards the garage. As you set foot on the landing for the stairway down to the garage floor, all the lights came on, and you glanced over to the project in question. The car had been your first, one that your parents had bought for you as a graduation gift from technical college. You had always dreamed of opening your own car shop, helping others build their dream cars. But life happened. You very quickly realized that dream would not pay the bills, and despite your fathers advice, you enlisted in the Army. 

To say your family was not thrilled was an understatement. Your father had always told you he would never let you join the military- that it was just no place for woman. He didn’t mean it in a misogynistic way, he just knew that there was too much going on in the military and the cards would always be stacked against you. He knew. He had been in it for over 30 years. The very thing he didn’t want to have happen, happened. Your mother wouldn’t talk to you for the first year during basic and your first return home, when you found out that the were so upset that they sold your car. You argued over everything with them at that point- them not liking the tattoos, your decision to throw your education away for the military, the Army, all of it. It was all thrown on the table, and by the end of it you knew there would be no going back for your relationship with your parents. You packed your belongings, grabbed your olive green duffle, and went to the airport. You left without so much as a goodbye, and you haven’t talked to them since. You were sure that the have seen your name in various publications, and you know that your father had seen your quick rise through the ranks, because you were interviewed for practically every military magazine and newspaper there was, and he read them all. 

You hunted for years, and you spared no expense to find the car you first drove. You had finally found it rotting away in the back of someones garage, a plethora of colors as multiple panels had been replaced by the time you found it, showing you how abused it had been in the interim. You offered the guy an additional $3,000 just to ensure you would get it, and towed it out of the garage sight unseen. You didn’t care how rough it was, this was your first baby. Grabbing a remote that was Velcro’ed onto the side of your tool box, you pressed the power button, then play, and the sound system in the garage began playing music from your phone. 

You ran your hands over the front end of the car, your first Camaro, before grabbing the wrenches off of the cart next to it, and began tinkering away under the hood. You always wanted the cars to be mechanically sound before they looked good, because it never made sense to have a great looking car that couldn’t go anywhere. Working on cars had always been the one thing to calm your nerves, and let you vent your frustrations. Working out, all the sports you participated in, everything else never really compared to this. This was the most efficient way for you to clear your mind. 

With absolutely no concept of time, you honestly have no clue how long you were out in the garage working on the car. To you, it felt like you hadn’t even made a dent in the things that needed to be done to get it road worthy, but you had honestly worked through about half of the mechanical list you needed to do. You looked down at your oil covered arms, and the watch on your wrist told you all you needed to know. You had spent a solid 8 straight hours out here, tinkering and wrenching away on your car. Finally feeling some semblance of tired, you placed all your tools back onto the cart, before walking over to the sink beneath the stairs so you could wash all the grease and dirt off your arms before going inside. As you slipped your watch back over your wrist, it flashed the time again, 9:36pm, and you were emotionally and physically exhausted. 

You walked across the skyway that linked the garage and the house together, and stared out at the view before you. It was an exceptionally clear late summer night- and you could clearly see the Milky Way from any point on your property. The view and the massive mountains that shrouded your property in privacy were clearly reflected in the pond on your property, and it was a true sight to behold. You remind leaning against the glass wall for a few more moments, allowing yourself to soak in the relaxation the panorama provided, before continuing the walk into your house, up the stairs, and into your bedroom. You stripped yourself of the boots, the jeans and tee, before walking to the bathtub and drawing yourself a hot bath. You needed to soak just a little bit before finally retreating to the bed that was so desperately calling your name. 

As your aching form slowly submerged itself into the hot water, you took in a sharp breath as the pain from your hand shot up your arm. “Fuck.”  You looked down at your tattooed knuckles, seeing the deep purple bruising that had developed under your bandage from the other night. You really fucked your hand up, but honestly the pain was welcome. You were in a period of mild self destruction, where and emotions but pain, anger and sorrow weren’t really welcome. You were walking down a very, very slippery slope. And you were doing it alone, again. 

(CHAPTER 7)

#communicatethrulyrics #wlw fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x fem!reader #scarlett johansson #ILYBOMTJALTM

[vendetta-if]

Hi dear author 👀💕 soooo I have an ask, how would the ROs react if one day (in the deep crushing stage ofc wink wink) MC approaches them saying "I have this person I really like, do you think I should make a move?" And said RO having no idea they are the one MC's talking about and so after they say yes, MC immediately cups their cheeks and pull them into a quick kiss before trying to flee the scene!!

(Also sorry if this ask is long-winded I am just experiencing heavy brain rot from your lovely game 😔)

Ash

Would stand there dumbfounded for a while before realizing what just happened. They quickly snap out of their daze and start running after you. “Wait! MC!”

Can it be? Is this real? They have to know whether this is what they think it is… Is this truly a confession or just a prank?

Once they catch up to you, they’ll grab you arm to make sure you don’t run off again. “MC… W-was that—? Did you just—?” Damn, I can’t even ask them properly.

When MC confirms that they just confessed to them, Ash will be so elated that they’ll feel like walking on clouds for the whole day and maybe even days after that. “C—can I kiss you then, MC?” When MC says yes, they would then pull you in for a surprisingly gentle, but also deep and passionate kiss, a culmination of all the longings they have accumulated over the years.

Rin

Before you can run away, they grab you and pull you in close. When you asked the question earlier, their precognition told them that this is the most probable outcome from that question, taking factor of all your mannerisms and all the interactions you’ve had so far with them.

“How rude of you to immediately try to leave your new lover alone right after confessing to them?” they tease you, a sultry smirk on their lips. “I demand an apology in the form of a proper kiss.” And then they pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

Santana

Will freeze but thankfully, they can recover faster than Ash and will stop MC from fleeing the scene. “MC… I—is that? Did you really mean that?” A voice in their mind is saying that this is too good to be true, how can someone with such status like MC wants to be with them. Is this maybe some sort of cruel prank by their shitty co-workers, somehow? They wait your answer with a bated breath.

When MC confirms that they indeed, seriously, like them. They will laugh lightly with relief before pulling MC in for a proper kiss. The more rational part of their brain is warning them that MC’s uncle won’t like this and that Luka Morozov is not someone you want to be your enemy. But… they find that they can’t give a shit about it right now when MC is kissing them.

Skylar

Will immediately grin and pull in MC into an embrace. “Soo… How long have you kept that in, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve secretly been one of my fans this whole time?” They wink as they tease you.

But then, their mischievous grin loses its edge and morphs into a softer and more genuine smile instead. “You know, your uncle probably hates my guts right now… but don’t worry, I’ll win him over.” They smile charmingly before leaning in to pepper small kisses on your face before stopping on your lips and kiss you passionately.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

[actualbird]

regarding puppy luke in the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️ …

MC/Rosa - Discipline

Marius - trying out puppy play/rewarding

Vyn - clicker training

If you ever write puppy Luke and Artem i think a neat idea would be fetch!! Like Luke’s gotta fetch all the props/stuff for their play session (from… a toy box…) and artem gets to sit back and watch bc wow, what a view right? that’s just my incoherent ramblings 🌚

But a related question for you, how do you think luke even realised he has this kink?

irt this idea i had about vyn clicker training luke for puppy play sexytimes

"the Actualbird Cinematic Universe™️" JVSKJFHSDFHJVJ!!!! anyhoo, i love your arteluke idea SO MUCH, i might incorporate that into whatever my luketem fic for this series will be because now i will take this time to shamelessly promo my luke puppy play fic series, with the fics that currently exist and the ones im planning on writing in the future

series on ao3: "do you need a dog, he can bark (luke puppy play extravaganza)"

mariluke (trying out puppy play and rewarding, my Very First luke puppy play fic): "sit, stay, (obey)"

lukerosa (discipline, she puts him in a muzzle): "learn to behave"

vynluke (The Clicker Training Idea): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

mariluke again because i love them (M rated nonsexual BDSM fic where marius and luke just shop around for puppy play gear because marius wants to get luke the Best toys and puppy ears and tail plug, the BEST that money can buy, and then when luke tries it on he goes so dazed in subspace that he just falls asleep with marius petting him and it's great): no fic yet! but god i wanna write it

arteluke (I LOVE UR IDEA I MIGHT ADD IT IN SOMEHOW WITH MY PRIOR IDEA where training again but artem makes luke kneel at his feet sinking down on a dildo while artem works and when artem works he ACTUALLY WORKS and luke gets so impatient and pouty and wanting the real thing that artem eventually relents): no fic yet etc etc

ALL TOGETHER NOW? (i dont have an idea for this yet but i do want luke the goodest puppy serving the entire team all at once...)

NOW FOR UR QUESTION!!! (sorry it took me a while to get here JHVSJKDFHSD)

i actually think luke has enough self awareness to at least know that hes got an...obedience kink, praise kink, serving people kink, and all that. like he knows hes into that, thanks to porn and his Imagination and then thanks to experiences once he gets with the nxx polycule. but he only puts all those kinks together with the label "PUPPY PLAY" probably when marius jokingly starts calling him puppy as a nickname

and luke

likes it

wAYYYY TOO MUCH

in a VERY MUCH NOT INNOCENT WAY

basically

marius, teasing: youre such a puppy sometimes!

luke, genuine: am......i a good puppy? 🥺

marius: uh. yes? hey is there something you wanna tell me or

luke: yeah, can i suck you off right now, im really horny all of a sudden for some reason

marius: I THINK I KNOW THE REASON BUT IT CAN WAIT AFTER THE BLOWJOB

and then luke researches about puppy play kink stuff and suitably informs the polycule and they all start experimenting with it because theyre all very much into it too, bless

#n/s//f///w text #asks #anon #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS OF PUPPY PLAY LUKEY....SO MANY IDEAS....

[jedibongrip]

hello i just re-read your snippet for a little mind break never hurt anybody and i am losing my goddamn mind do you have any more thoughts to share in this verse?

the mind break in question

💀 ngl the mindbreak fic is, and has been, in (pre)development hell FOR A WHILE lol. i think of it often but have not made a lot of progress on it.

in terms of THOUGHTS THO:

anakin loses both his legs on mustafar, and lost an arm to dooku, but i think im gonna leave his remaining arm in tact. for Reasons

the reason(s) is (are): i want to give him jewelry that act as a force suppressant cuz obiwan is terrified anakin is gonna feel deception in the force

in a similar vein as 'obiwan shapes anakin into a whore by lying about their past 'relationship'': obiwan 100% somno anakin, FREQUENTLY, in part cuz.... he loves being able to fuck anakin while he's all relax and loose and he makes such cute sounds as he sleeps, especially the first thrust in, and obiwan always makes sure anakin is well-fucked so there's never too much resistance.... and anakin likes it too, he genuinely loves waking up and realizing obiwan is fucking him and probably has been for at least a few minutes. but obiwan also somnos anakin to like, idk, use some alpha pheromone bullshit to try and keep anakin more calm and docile throughout the day

(i think. i wanna try to get across that obiwan actually Likes it when anakin gets snarky and argues back. he doesnt want anakin to be some door mat or some super submissive little trophy spouse. he hates it when he realizes he's overdone it, that anakin is just so dazed and floaty that he isnt HIMSELF. but, for the greater good of the universe, obiwan will have to turn his boy into a submissive cock slut with a breeding kink 😔 god gives his toughest battles to his most horny and repressed soliders)

i got ideas bouncing around about them going on a lil vacay/honeymoon or smth and fucking in a natural hot spring. is this recommended irl? no, due to UTI, BV, and brain-eating amoeba reasons. do i want obiwan and anakin to have an exhibitionist kink tho? yes.

idk maybe ill add in some oral knotting. well see what happens

if anakin is LUCKY.... i'll let him peg obiwan.

a minor point i wanna hit is like. anakin wants them to buy a cool and fast speeder and is sooooo fucking mad when he realizes he CANT cuz whatever vehicle they get needs enough space for their kids and it needs to have a good safety rating and all the speeders he wants are to expensive and obiwan will never agree. evil and darkness brought on cuz he isnt allowed to space tokyo drift

#bongrip answers #bongrip ideas #im always thinking of Her but i havent touched her in a while lol #maybe after i get through the upcoming fan event seasons ill work on it a bit more seriously