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n3xii · 3 months

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why do you feel stuck?

this spread is designed to help you identify why you are feeling stuck right now, as well as what you can do to get yourself unstuck. take a deep breath and choose an envelope from below

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Pile one-

your current situation: 8 of wands

i honestly think taking action is the biggest hurdle for you, taking the first step and actually taking action may feel bigger than the task itself. perhaps you may have just overcome some hurdles or blockages that might have previously been in the way, and now that the path is clear, it feels impossible to go forward. i also feel that this represents the momentum it takes to get something going, you may feel that your energy ebs and flows, perhaps motivation and passion are fleeting emotions that you cannot rely on to take action. this makes you feel stuck as a consequence.

what do you need to let go of in order to move ahead: the hanged man

ok, i feel like you're waiting for an external force to thrust you into action, you've taken the passive stance towards your own goals because you find it difficult to actually start. you're waiting for something else outside of you to give you the momentum, this could be another person you're waiting on, a sign, the feeling of motivation. but spirit is communicating that this passiveness is something you need to let go of. stop waiting for something else to spring you into action, the first step has to be done by yourself

message from spirit: boundaries

i think establishing some borders between yourself and what you will and will not tolerate is something that can actually help you become unstuck. this can be boundaries with other people, as well as boundaries with yourself, such as what behaviors and treatments you will tolerate towards yourself. people forget that the relationships they have with themselves need boundaries too.

Pile Two-

your current situation- seven of swords

the message im getting with this is self sabotage, you're in a situation where you are trudging upon your own steps forward by looking back, looking to other people, and looking everywhere but in the direction you're going. i feel like you could be comparing yourself to others, even comparing yourself to your past self as well. there may be somehting you feel you need to tuck away to the back of your mind because you perceived it as bad or undesirable.

what do you need to release in order to move ahead: nine of swords

so far im getting that this is an issue occurring mostly on the mental plane which one of the denser energies in someone's aura. this means your thoughts and words need to be something that you become more aware of so you can identify what exactly you are thinking about on a daily basis. journal, get a mood tracker and write your daily thoughts and feelings. become familiar with what you are saturating your mind with. this card tells me that you need to release overthinking, obsessions, and memories. specifically you need to release the recurring thoughts you have, the fears and paranoia that you may have that are causing you to self sabotage.

message from spirit: attraction

you are a powerful person and manifester, you could be spending more of your energy attracting what you want if you wanted to. now can be spent thinking about what you want to attract into your life and what you want to repel from it. your energy is precious, dont fuck with it. instead of comparing yourself or saturating your mind with obsessive, negative thoughts, direct your mental energy towards something that is positive.

Pile three-

your current situation: the star

the star conveys healing, hope, optimism, and a balance between both the physical and spiritual world. you're in a place where you may feel stuck, but you are actually just healing and recovering from something. the star comes after the tower in the tarot, which indicates the healing process after something major has been unraveled, you may feel like you are behind, or that you should be already healed, but let your spirit and body take the time it needs. you are healing from something, mental or physical at this time

what you need to release in order to move ahead: six of pentacles

i feel like you may have this lingering sensation and feeling that you owe other people something, that you aren't keeping your end of a bargain. this could be you feeling the need to maintain balance in a relationship, friendship, work partnerships etc. you may feel that you aren't being fair or balanced in those relationships but that is actually something you need to release. nothing is expected of you at this time, release the sensation that you need to make up for or do something in return.

message from spirit: power + 4 of pentacles

conserve your power, and know that you are powerful. dont expend energy you dont have right now, just hold onto it knowing that you have it. im also getting that ancestral work may be important right now. as you are healing, tapping into your ancestors and your lineage may give you the extra support and power supply that you need to recover. ancestors play an important role in supporting, when channeled you can rely on them to give you the energy and the momentum to support you on your healing energy.

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brenbofen · 11 months

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Dan Heng x Taller AMAB Reader ♥︎

Broadcaster Message - Waa, I can’t get enough of this boy <333 hes just too pretty and I have so mannyyy thoughts of him just spinning in my mind and im a sucker for size differences, i just couldn’t help myself

🗒️ Notes - Sub San Heng, Dom AMAB Reader, size difference, blowjob (?), facefucking, reader is massive. !! Not Proof Read !!

Recently the Astral Express had made a stop at your planet and it was your job to show them around. Three members of the express had left the station, Welt Yang, Dan Heng, and March 7th. You were currently left alone with Dan Heng, Welt excusing himself to go speak with the head of the guards, dragging March with him, wanting to keep an eye on her.

Now you were sat outside a random restaurant, cradling a drink in your hands as you eyed Dan Heng. He was so small, when standing next to each other he just barely reached your hips. On your planet people were naturally taller so it wasn’t a massive shock to see the members of the Astral Express were shorter than most here. You stirred your drink with the straw, trying to catch any sign as to what Dan Heng was thinking. He was so cold, barely saying a word as the watched people go by.

What you didn’t know his mind was racing. He couldn’t get over your size, how you towered over him, his line of sight being directly at your crotch, and to make things worse you were so hot. He couldn’t help himself from making scenarios about you, imagining you holding him with one hand as you used him like a fuck toy, stuffing his face with your cum, pounding into him and— Dan Heng shook his head, they were going to be gone tomorrow and you would be gone from his mind. You glanced at you, feeling his pants tighten as you watched him intently.

You looked to the side and he followed, seeing March 7th racing towards you two with Welt not far behind. March was bouncing on the balls of her heels, leaning on the table. Welt finally caught up with her and leaned on his cane. “Well need to stay here a bit longer while the guards figure things out. [Name], could you show us the nearest hotel?” You stood from your seat, motioning behind you. “Of course! This way.” You put on your best tour guide voice as you spoke to the group, not missing how Dan Heng eyed you.

You stood to the side as Welt spoke with the manager of the hotel about getting rooms. Soon they were all given keys and began to separate. You quickly reached forward and grabbed Dan Heng by the arm, pulling him out of the hotel and into an alleyway outside. You crouched down to his level, watching him carefully. “Don’t think I didn’t miss the way you were staring at me.” You smiled when you saw Dan Heng’s face go red, your grip on his arm tightening. “I saw how you kept looking me up and down when we were walking here,” You were so close to Dan Heng’s face, occasionally glancing at his lips.

“You do know I could break you in half?” You mused, Dan Heng gripped your arm with his free hand, mouth agape. “That’s what I want. Please break me, please, please.” He whined, moving his shoulders to try and remove his jacket. You laughed leaning in and kissing Dan Heng, removing his jacket for him. He was so small, you could probably envelop his face with your hand. He whined against your lips, hands wrapped around his neck. You tossed his jacket to the side, neither of you cared if anyone found you two in the alley, you both wanted each other so badly.

You pulled away, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?” You trailed your other hand down his body, palming at his crotch. He let out a strained whine, but leaned further into your touch. “I- Hahh, I want you to use me. Please use me- Mhmm, do whatever you want to me!” He begged you, desperation showing in his eyes. How could you say no the that? You began to remove your own clothing, Dan Heng catching on and quickly removing his own clothing.

You’d only known Dan Heng for about an hour but you can tell this was out of character for him. He seemed like such a well put together man, silent and cold. He almost always had a neutral expression on his face. But now here he was, stood before you naked and flushed. You could tell his gaze was on your body, tracing every part of it and memorizing it. You stood up, hand on the waistband of your boxers. Once you pulled them down your semi-hard cock flopped out and fell onto Dan Heng’s head. He gasped, stepping back to admire your body even more. “Go on baby, touch it.”

Dan Heng’s hands wrapped around your dick, tracing them along the veins running up it. Your breathing grew heavy, tangling your hand into his hair. Dan Heng slowly stroked your cock, mouth hung open as it reached it’s full size. “You’re so…big…” He mumbled, gazing up at you as he placed small kisses long it. You smiled, pushing Dan Heng’s hair out of his face so you could see him better. He placed sloppy kisses all along your dick, his favorite places being your tip and the base of your dick as it got the best reaction out of you.

Dan Heng attempted to take you into his mouth but he could barely fit your tip in, straining to hold his mouth open. He pulled away, a mixture of pre and his saliva spilling from his lips. He returned to kissing and licking it, burying his face between your dick and balls. “You look so pretty like this.” You hummed, continuing to admire Dan Heng as he played with your dick. Dan Heng placed his hands on your dick, stroking it as he licked your tip. You groaned, having to keep yourself from stuffing your dick into his mouth.

Dan Heng stroked your dick at a faster pace, almost as if he wanted you to choke him. You could feel your will crumbling, making it harder and harder to not stuck your cock down his throat. Dan Heng tried to take your tip into him again and you caved, thrusting your hips forward and stuffing your throbbing dick into his face. You groaned as you felt Dan Heng moan and gag around your dick, continuing to thrust in and out. He looked so pretty with tears beading in his eyes, a massive lump in his throat from your dick, big swollen lips wrapped around it.

He felt so good around you. You grunted, gripping Dan Heng’s hair. “I-fuck- I’m close, just a— just a big longer baby-“ You moaned, pulling your dick out of Dan Heng’s mouth and releasing on his face. His mouth was still open, taking most of your cum into it. He looked up at you with the softest eyes as he swallowed the cum that landed in his mouth, your now softening dick resting on his face. You laughed, picking Dan Heng up and pushing him against the wall, propping him up with just one hand.

“Ready for round two?”

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unoriginal-and-dumb · 26 days

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INTRO POST.

Hi, im UNO

I have a lot of names you can call me any version of my username. I’m an adult artist, I’ve been drawing seriously for (checks my awesome lightning McQueen watch) 5 years and animating for about 3! I’m primarily self taught, but am currently taking some college classes. I really like cartoons, games, and anything to do with space or cosmic horror

Please don’t tag my posts as ship art unless I specify it as such

I made that infected design!! Came all the way from my head to My math homework paper. Anywhere else you see a similar design is likely inspired from mine (which is fine, it’s only kinda weird when people start crediting someone else errr…. Don’t like that)

You don’t have to read all this, it’s just some stuff about me ⬇️

I do a lot of things other than regretevator, but since it’s my current hyperfixation it kinda just takes over everything

I have special interests in dead space, alien, the thing, nine inch nails, and pizza tower. I always fall back on those with the same love as usual so don’t be surprised seeing anything like/relating/or just of those

I am diagnosed ADHD, autism too I’m very very very INCREDIBLY INSANELY quiet and awkward with 1 on 1 conversations when I don’t know the person personally, sorry guys I may as well be a brick wall though. I am also generally a very private person

I don’t normally give two fucks about sharing sexuality but I feel it does explain things. I am VERY aromantic and UNBELIEVABLY asexual. Extremely sex repulsed, and I wouldn’t say romance *repulsed* but I am maybe just one step below it. It can get pretty bad and sometimes just ruins my day unfortunately. That’s why I ask people to please never tag my posts as ship art unless I do so!!

^ I am very nitpicky with it, but I do like certain ships to a degree! I enjoy Split and Bive, The Noise and Noisette, and a few others.

My page is welcoming to everyone, except for typical Dni criteria, no proshippers no hate none of that. I just wanna post my art and idk be annoying online 😄

I have never once in my god damn life made an intro post and I have never once wanted to either. HOWEVER, a lot of people have been mixing me up with like 2 other people and I don’t like that and neither do they believe it or not.

I’m hoping that introducing myself at all will help perhaps end that!

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leovenuslatina · 8 months

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SINGLES ONLY !! what’s coming up in your love life?

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psa - tarot readings are not set in stone

take what resonates leave what doesn’t

you’re fully in control of YOUR own life

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* take a deep cleansing breathe

and pick a pile that calls to you *

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pile 1 - the chariot and the queen of swords

pile one maybe you just become single or are currently going through some sort of separation. Maybe you’re worried and feeling unsure that you’ll be lonely for a while. With the chariot card spirit is telling you that if you push through this phase of your life you will see success and victory in your love life. im seeing that you’re good at overcoming adversity and that you won’t regret pushing yourself through this separation you’ll come out a lot stronger for it and your hard work will be rewarded! im also getting that this is your queen era !!! you’re not taking shit from anyone anymore you know what you want and you’re going to get it you don’t hide your feelings and you’ve learned so much from everything youve been through.

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Extra Messages

* passion project

* develop hobbies

* creation

* some kind of artist

* learning about everything

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channeled song -

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pile 2 - 8 of wands and 4 of cups

I feel like this is someone you may know or have already met ? someone coming in really fast for you !! pile two this person has realized that their life is really nothing without you ! they feel like they lost their opportunity with you they feel so bad about how things were between the two of you. now pile 2 they have reevaluated themselves and are hoping they can rush into your life and be the person you need!

Extra Messages

* union

* marriage

* approved

* consenting

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pile 3 - the tower and 6 of cups

much like the last pile i think you’re headed for a reconciliation. This maybe a person who things ended pretty dramatically. this person pile 3 is coming back to apologize and try to heal things they may have fucked up in the past. It’s completely up to you whether or not you take this person back! i am seeing you will reminisce over good times and happy moments with this person.

extra messages

* abundance

* creativity

* intense relationship

* satisfaction

* success

* positivity

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pile 4 - 10 of cups and the hanged man

pile 4 !! the way the cards flew out omg !! it made me feel like this connection coming up for you will be very easy in every sense of the word. pile 4 the person coming to you wants commitment and family. the person coming in you’ll have a harmonious life with them someone who intends to make you happy in every way. i’m seeing the two of you will have a very successful life all your cups will be filled up because of this person.

extra messages

* compassion

* helpful

* mature

* dominant spouse

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lovemyromance · 2 months

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Im curious about your take on how azriel is “overprotective”

I honestly don't understand how we got to this point where a male love interest being protective is a bad thing. Overprotective, sure. But I don't think any of the bat boys are overprotective.

There are really two parts to to understanding this argument:

Azriel's protectiveness

Elain's personality/character itself

Let's begin:

Azriel's protectiveness

Homeboy is protective, no one can deny this. But he is protective of them all. He attacked Eris to defend Mor's honor, he is Mr. "Careful how you speak of my High Lady", he handles even Nesta with the utmost care and respect. If there is danger, I'd sooner believe he'd throw himself into it rather than it get close to any of his pretty friends' heads.

But there is a difference between him, and let's say, Tamlin for example. Tamlin literally locks up Feyre in her room, doesn't let her train her own powers, keeps her far away from courtly affairs.

And I know what you are going to say - "Oh, but Azriel stopped Elain from scrying for the troves" - um yeah, no shit.

The Cauldron literally kidnapped Elain? You think he's going to let that dangerous thing in her presence again? He snarls at Eris everytime he shows his face, you think he's going to let that evil crockpot anywhere near her?

It's not like he said "Elain can't train." or "Elain should be locked up in a tower". All he said was, "Elain should not be exposed to that darkness". Which - brings me to my second point.

2. Elain's entire character

Elain is not a warrior. She does not want to be violent. She has no desire to train like her sisters, but she does want to be helpful. There are ways to be helpful without physically going into the Bog or Prison or fighting on the frontlines of battle.

But again, she is untrained. Even if she does want to be helpful, nobody is willing to send her into a situation that might turn violent without any training. They are not willing to risk losing her, because of what happened last time.

The IC is even more protective of Elain as a whole because of who she is. It is not a stretch that Azriel, someone who cares dearly for her, is also protective of her.

And again, let's not forget that all of the bat boys are protective over their women. If we keep reading past when Azriel says, "Elain should not be exposed to the darkness of the troves", you will see Cassian protest and ask "and Nesta should?"

Even Cassian is reluctant to let Nesta be exposed to that darkness. The difference is in Nesta & Elain's core personalities, more so than the protectiveness of Azriel and Cassian. Elain will pick up a dagger as the last resort only to defend someone else/herself, but Nesta? Nesta will charge at you with her sword, probably even if you look at her wrong.

That's the difference. It's not a question about protectiveness, it's about currently, what is Elain capable of.

Azriel is protective of Elain, as he should be. In case you forgot, he was the one who saved her from Hybern's camp. His wings were shredded, he was swaying on his feet, he was warned he would die, but he still went after her. Of course he would be afraid to let that Cauldron anywhere near Elain after that.

And by the way, that is the only instance the anti-s are using to call him "overprotective" and "he stifles her, doesn't let her do anything".

Azriel may not be shoving her off a cliff to fly (sorry Feyre lol), but he is still giving Elain the tools she needs to grow. Azriel is the one who figures out she is a Seer, freeing her from her murky realm and depression. Azriel saw her, understood her, when everyone else including her own sisters and mate saw her as crazy. Azriel gives her his own dagger (the one he NEVER let anyone else touch), to defend herself. Azriel sits with her in the garden, allows her to feel peace and calm.

I think SJMs past male love interests have created a kind of blueprint in the mind of antis, so much so that they are unable to comprehend a different kind of relationship, a different kind of love. Just because Rhys sends Feyre into the Weaver cottage with a "good luck lol" and Rowan punched Aelin in the face, doesn't mean all her MMC have to have the same brutish approach. Have they ever considered that love can be shown in different ways?

Even in HOFAS, Hunt cautions Bryce and voices several times how they should just give up in their plans against the Asteri. Is he being overprotective? Is he stifling Bryce? No. He is simply trying to keep the person he cares about alive and safe. Because he loves her.

Love can be spending time with the one you care for, in small quiet moments in the background, in the garden. Love can be soft embraces under the cover of the darkness, where only the Mother may witness them.

Like, I thought it was obvious.

#elriel #elain archeron #pro elain #elain x azriel #azriel #acotar

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gigglz · 4 months

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Peace and Quiet.

Lee!Peter Ler!Loki

(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW don’t interact.)

Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!

Author’s note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the best😭

Word count: 1.2k+

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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower… or so he thought.

Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.

Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.

Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. “Hey guys! I- oh…” He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.

“Wheres.. uhm… wheres Mr.Stark?” Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.

Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.

“Okay well…” Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.

Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.

Peter spoke “O-Oh i can move-“ “No, it’s fine.” Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didn’t mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldn’t bare the silence.

“What’re you reading?” Peter turned to look at Loki.

“…A book.” Loki responded, lazily turning the page.

“Ah… nice… what book?” He asked more specifically.

Loki glanced at the cover “Lord of the Flies…” He went back to reading.

“Oh! Ive read that one!” Peter perked up.

Loki glanced at Peter. “…You have?”

“Yeah… a while ago.” Peter said enthusiastically.

“Hm.” Loki hummed and went back to reading.

Peter didn’t know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didn’t work.

Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. “Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.

Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, cool. So… how… how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?” Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.

Loki thought about it for a second. “…Its weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.” Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.

“…Right.” Peter paused, and then asked again. “What were you thinking while trying to invade New York?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know, that thats in the past. I’ve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty… underwhelming.”

Peter nodded, even thought he’s pretty sure Loki had just called ‘humans’ dumb he wasn’t going to press it. “Why are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?”

Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. “I did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.”

Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the ‘god’. “What are your powers?”

Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. “I have many.”

“Like what?” Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.

“…Illusions.” Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.

“…And?” Peter leaned a little closer.

Loki sighed. “…shapeshifting.”

Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. “Thats it?”

“No.” Loki answered.

Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. “Then what else?”

Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? “Mind control.”

“Thats it?” Peter asks again.

Loki groans louder. “…no, thats not it.”

“What else?” Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.

Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head ‘don’t yell, don’t yell, don’t yell.’ “A lot more stuff.” Loki replies blandly.

Peter twists his head to the side “Like what?” He really wasn’t trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.

Loki turns to look at the kid.

Peters curious expression turns to confusion. “…what?”

Loki murmurs something to himself. “…nothing.” He turns back to his.

“So…….. like mind control..?” Peter asks quietly.

Loki sighs. “I just said that.”

“Oh. Right….” Peter thinks for a second. “So.. teleportation?”

Loki closes his book, very annoyed. “Do you ever shut up??”

Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. “I- what..?”

Loki narrows his eyes. “You’re clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Don’t you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???”

Peter scoots back a little. “I uh… i didn’t know..?”

Loki tries to calm down. “Go do something. I don’t know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!” He waves his hand dismissively.

“I would but uhh… its always locked.” Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.

Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isn’t allowed to hurt the boy.

Theres a moment of silence… before Peter breaks it. “…you want tea?”

Lokis eye twitches, thats it. “Im done. You’re done.” Loki grabs Peter’s ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.

Peter yelps. “W-waitwaitwait!!” Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.

“Im not going to hurt you.” Loki says with an angry tone.

Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.

“Y’know Stark talks about you when he’s drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.” Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.

“W-what do you mean?” Peter asks nervously.

Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. “This ought to calm you down.”

Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.

Peter yelps. “Wait! No! Hold on!”

“Shut up.” Loki starts squeezing Peter’s sides rapidly.

“Gahah! Wahait!” Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.

“Don’t try and fight me.” As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.

“Wai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!” As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.

“Oh now you decide to shut up?” Loki says teasingly.

Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.

“No? Youre not going to shut up?” Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.

“AHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!” As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.

“Tell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.” Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.

Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.

“Nonono, say it. I want to hear it.” Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.

“I cahaHANT!!” Peter threw his head back from laughter.

“Thats too bad then.” Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.

Peter practically howled. “OKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!” Peter shook his head violently. “IM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!” Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.

Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.

Peter gasped for air. “Man… ah…”

Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. “Had enough?”

Peter nodded, getting up.

“Good. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?” Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.

“No! No. Im good. So good.” Peter quickly got up from the couch.

Loki nodded, going back to his book.

Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again… or at least that's what Loki thought.

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kastlequill · 7 months

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i/v. ‘til my pulse loses time: pulsus bisferiens

pairing: kyle gaz garrick x f!reader word count: 1.3k synopsis: the first time you save gaz tags: whumptober, gunshot wounds, blood and injury, wound tending, hurt/comfort, medic!reader, 4+1, no y/n warnings: none ao3: read here next →

Tuesdays were unremarkable. They couldn’t compare to the infamous Mondays or halfway-mark Wednesdays, to anticipatory Thursdays or the thank-God-it’s Fridays, least of all to the relaxing Saturdays and Church-going Sundays.

The new orders you received last Tuesday, however, were anything but plain. There was nothing ordinary about getting shipped out to a classified location to provide aid to the soldiers injured during their classified missions to eliminate classified targets.

You knew next to nothing about your current assignment. High command had informed you that you’d be working as the lead on-site medic, tending to the wounded and assisting in their recovery to the best of your abilities. That was all your superiors had felt the need to tell you.

The base of operation was fairly sizable, well stocked, and even had a couple other medical personnel around to help too, so you couldn’t really complain. You’d primarily be dealing with soldiers who were designated as special operators, and, in your experience, those types made absolute dogshit patients. Only a single week had passed, yet you could already tell that some of the lot were more injury-prone than others.

A specific British SAS sergeant came to mind.

Your first time meeting him had been relatively benign; he’d entered the mess hall as you exited. Although speedily heading in different directions, he had nonetheless offered a casual salute, and you had returned his gesture with a nod of your own. Simple, polite. No fuss.

The exact opposite of how he arrived to you today, the second Tuesday of the month.

Two towering men flanked him on either side as they shouldered their half-conscious comrade into your medbay. With them came chaos. Thick English accents yelling for a medic, combat boots storming toward you, dragging in a trail of blood. They brought war to your feet and Death to your door.

Rushing over to them, you quickly scanned the sergeant’s body for damage. Preliminary assessments yielded speculative results at best: a tourniquet around his thigh told of prior heavy bleeding, and the sway of his head meant he wasn’t fully capable of supporting its weight. But nothing was certain.

“What am I dealing with here? Concussion, gunshot wound, broken bones—?”

“—got caught in the blast radius,” interrupted a gruff voice belonging to the masked lieutenant. “Knocked ‘im back a few meters. No major visible injuries, ‘cept a bullet to the leg.”

You swore. “Is it still inside?”

Exit wounds typically offered a better prognosis; the energy driving forth a gunshot needed somewhere to go, and, preferably, that somewhere was far from surrounding organs or internal systems. If the piece of metal remained lodged inside of him, then you would have to remove it.

He answered with a single definitive nod. Unsurprising; of course nothing in war ever turned out for the better.

“Put him on my table. Carefully.”

The two soldiers hauled their brother-in-arms up onto the examination table that had seen more action within a week than most ever did. Trauma to the head required immediate attention; the brain was a delicate organ, and if the explosion had badly jostled it against the walls of his skull, there could be severe damage.

Unwilling to waste a second longer, you gently parted the now-supine man’s eyelids with your fingertips to get a look at his pupils. In the midst of an unfocused sea of brown, one pupil was more dilated than the other—concussed, then. At the intensity of the blue overhead light, he reflexively squinted and shut his eyes once more.

That wouldn’t do. “Sergeant, I need you to open those eyes again, okay? Think you can track this flashlight for me?”

Being as sensitive to brightness as he was currently, it took some effort for him to pry his eyes open. They valiantly fought the urge to close whilst following the stick-end of your black flashlight from left to right, right to left. There was some unsteady shakiness to their movement, but they still appeared properly calibrated.

“You’re doing great,” you encouraged, holding his gaze as you pocketed the light. The next course of action was to check his processing of visual information. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

He blinked slowly, an inquisitive frown contorting his features. Several confusion-riddled seconds elapsed until the man decided to simply feel what he could not see. Grasping your hand in his own, he grazed your knuckles with a calloused thumb, explored the lengths of your raised fingers, puzzled out how they were configured into the shape of a peace sign. Recognition sparked in his eyes.

“Two.”

An endeared smile graced your lips. The only predictable constant in this profession was its unpredictability. None of your previous patients had done that before.

“Try again.” You lightly pulled your hand free and watched his own fall back to rest on his chest, physically unable to sustain the lifted position. Unfurling your ring finger to join your index and middle, three total fingers hovered in front of his face, just out of reach. “How many do you see now?”

Without using his sense of touch to determine the correct number, all the sergeant could do was sigh and reply honestly. “Six.”

“Y’can’t be serious, Gaz. The limit’s five,” his mohawked companion corrected, a hint of incredulity and amusement slipping into his tone.

“Quit taking the piss, we’ve got ten of ‘em.” The words were slurred, but intelligible. As he spoke, his brows began to furrow, the man suddenly unsure of himself. He looked at the captain, whose belated entrance managed to diffuse some of the anxiety present in the room. “Right, sir?”

The room erupted with noise as the three other soldiers simultaneously began to talk over each other. You were able to catch the occasional bloody hell and heard yes, Gaz, that’s right and even chuckled a bit at no need to worry, you still ‘ave all ten of the little bastards.

Military folk had a specific way of coping with the consequences of war, and you didn’t think you would ever quite understand it from your side of the line. But if it worked, then it worked. What mattered was the patient’s ability to persist in spite of the world; the exact methods used to do so weren’t up for scrutiny, not by you or anyone else.

Donning a clean pair of surgical gloves, you exchanged glances with the technician and nurse on duty. “Get him a CT scan. Let’s make sure his brain’s in one piece, then we can deal with the bullet. I’ll prep the OR.”

When you made to leave, a tug on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. A quick turn of your head revealed the image of his loose yet insistent grip around you once again, unwilling to let go of what had seemingly become his sole anchorage to the land of the living.

“Don’t worry,” you said softly, squeezing his hand in yours. This—comforting the wounded—was as much a part of the healing process as medicine itself. Even the toughest of soldiers reverted to a childlike state of vulnerability after too close a brush with death. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”

The tension in his features relaxed as did his hold on you, and he lowered himself to lay flat on the table’s surface before being wheeled away by the technician. As you watched his form disappear beyond the threshold of a plastic curtain, you were struck with a near-overwhelming sense of foreboding.

Though you hoped this Gaz wouldn’t soon return with an irremediable injury, optimism had never been your strong suit.

tbc.

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod x reader #cod gaz #cod #call of duty #whumptober #my fic #one day late but we out here #fic: ‘til my pulse loses time

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lynnlovesthestars · 14 days

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The Vault.- Work in Progress page.

Hi, welcome to my work in progress page, where I'll update with the status of the current pieces I'm writing, and to give a sneak peak on what's coming up.

When im mentioning OC, im always referring to my oc @wisterialynn

Status: I (Idea), W (Writing), E (Editing), B (Beta reading), T (To post), P (or strikethroughed, posted)

Genre: DDDNE (Dead dove), A (Angst), F (fluff), S (Smut), H (Hurt no comfort), C (hurt with comfort)

It includes requests

Astarion:

Untitled (Astarion x reader), where reader gets gravely injured and Astarion doesn't like it. W C F

Pretending pt. 2 (Astarion x reader) After a night of cuddles, waking up in an empty bed feels oddly wrong. W C F

Pretending pt. 3(Astarion x reader) the shadowcurse is way more dangerous than what it seems H W

Little bump (Astarion x reader), dadstarion headcanon T F

request (Astarion x A Tav who rides a very large wyvern, with them having a bond similar to Daenerys and Drogon or Daemon and Caraxes from GOT/HOTD??) W

request (Could I ask for a Astarion x Durge!Tav I've done 2 Durge playthoughs and wish , which ever companion you romance has a reaction when Durge rejects to be bhasls chosen and gets killed but brought back to life by withers [...]) E

Untitled (Astarion x reader) teaching magic to Astarion F I

Bloodshift (Astarion x oc):

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Dddne, oc has gone through some harsh things for the past 4 years, and he has doubtful ways of coping. DDDNE, H, I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) where oc has a gift for Astarion, but he didn't think it through, featuring the couple rings you find in the graveyard near moonrise towers. C W

Untitled. (Astarion x OC) modern au, where Astarion has had a crush on oc for a long time, but does the wrong thing and almost fucks it up. W C

Untitled (Astarion x OC) college au, Artist !oc and best friend! art model! Astarion C W

Rooftops (Astarion x OC). What if they met after the fall of the netherbrain? C T

Nightmares. (Astarion x OC), study of their nightmares and their backgrounds, written in parallel. T C

Untitled. (Astarion x OC), where one can't hide anymore that they have to be caught in the middle of compromising moments, ft. oc background mentions S T

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Guardian angel au. I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Background study of OC's trauma, ft smut. S E

Untitled (Astarion x OC) study of oc trauma, ft. hurt comfort. C W

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Miniseries walking through their relationship and rewriting scenes from the main game based on how oc would react. I

Holidays (Astarion x OC), for the holiday challenge on ao3, where the two lovers confront the fact that they have lost a lot since the last moment of peace they had. (W C

Karlach:

Untitled (Karlach x reader) finally you get to touch Karlach how she deserves. Inspired by the dialogue in act one- which is bugged in my run so i can do it over n over again) S W

Letters (Karlach x Dammon) title is self explanatory. F W

Untitled (Karlach x ??) Karlach has a twitter gossip account in anon and plays matchmaker. Modern au, socmed au, (Current plan for next milestone to recruit one reader's oc?) I

Wyll:

masquerade (Wyll x reader) meeting at a masquerade and falling in love I

Gale:

Untitled (Gale x reader). The netherbrain has been defeated and only the gods know if you'll survive the fall. W C

Untitled (Gale x reader), you are low on magic items, so you look for alternatives to help your wizard crush. W S

this kiss https://youtu.be/d-QO55xmS5A?si=8Zup_Dgz0iroNNgt W F

Jaheira:

Untitled (Jaheira x reader) sequel of dinner is served. S I

Shadowheart:

Untitled. (Shadowheart x reader) there's only one goddess in the shar temple until you kneel betweet her legs and the Lady of Loss is forgotten. S W

Laezel:

Shattered. (Lae'zel x reader). Vlaakith broke her heart, and it's you that has to pick up the pieces. C W

Halsin:

tbt

Minsc:

tbt

Other:

request (Could you do a separate scenario thing with the companions(Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel) The scenario I was thinking of is Tav who’s married to the companions(separate) is arguing with their child in another room about Uno.) W

request (Could I request headcanons for Harleep, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with kind and patient gn s/o? This is quite self-indulgent of me because I have been told I'm too nice & so patient so I'm curious how they would react XD) W

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

#tony stark x y/n #daddy tony stark #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #daddy tony stark x little reader #daddy tony x fem reader #tony x little fem reader #tony stark x little reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x plus size reader #tony stark x little!reader #age regressor insert fic #agere reader #sfw agere #age regression

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luzho · 5 months

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nine (9) people u'd like 2 get 2 know better:)

tagged by @ranilla-bean :3 thanks!! love participating<3

three ships: zukka, naturally; josuyasu; and the kiribaku

first ever ship: zukka, actually! i had never gotten into fandom at all, until 2020... watched atla, probably stumbled onto some silly zukka fanart and then i went 'oh! oh yeah totally. gay and silly!!'

last song: 'trample out the days' (2022) by orville peck<3 'bronco' is one hell of an album man.... and that VOICE. while writing already listening to 'kalahari down'. also on repeat: the hungarian rhapsody (because of daffy duck) and 'renaissance'. also: i really like checking out what yall listen to every once in a while:) otherwise, i will listen to the same stuff over and over

last film: 'se7en' (1995), i dont care for smart ass killers nor their idiot Methods, but i found the atmosphere here fascinating and so immersive! i also really liked the very on the nose discussions of ideas, of motivations, between the two detectives!! next is 'zodiac' and maybe an almodóvar one... ah also. technically didnt watch the whole thing, but watched the part of 'the two towers' when the ents decide to take down saruman; "a wizard should know better!!"

currently reading: 'the book of form and emptiness' (2021) by ruth ozeki, i adoooore both feeling the flow of attention and detail in the narration and getting that dialogue between narrators! i'm around halfway; and currently on hold because the other one is getting very good, 'la casa como jardín' (2021) by xavier monteys, treating the house as a garden! fascinating perspective and i have yet to get to the best parts!! reminds me so much of the concept of mat buildings and toyo ito's mediatheque in sendai...!

currently watching: jjk season 2. technically i'm also 'watching' spy family (makes me mad. will not speak about it) and a couple dramas (i miss you so much, attorney woo young woo...), because i'm present while they're on... but i just care about jjk

currently consuming: uh... dr pepper. i love sweets, and soda (it's fucking refresco, hate how it's called in english, man) it's the most efficient way of consuming sweetness<3

currently craving: hmm. pepsi. im a pepsi guy.

wow this isn't even nine things. mm, currently up to: drawing a blue period drawing!! its gonna be so blue:)) and trying to start that arch project i've been meaning to redo for years.... :^)

tagging: @sato-no-kurashi @chitsangenthusiast @petricorah @picnicbitchsokka @ozais-lobotomist @allgremlinart @fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma @adriancatrin @that-was-anticlimactic ٩( ᐛ )و

#delete later #again; not deleting but just my speaking tag:)#my journal

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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hi! i have a request for enemies to lovers jungkook x fem!reader with 1, 3, 11, 97 from the prompt list, angst with a fluff ending pls. thank u so much, hope u have a good day <3 :)

feeling's mutual - jungkook x reader

pairing: choreographer!jungkook x dancer!reader

genre: mentions of stalking, (don't read if it's triggerin) koo to the rescue!, sliiiight angst, fluff! this turned into a mini fic, im sorry :]

a/n: another enemies to lovers but they're dancers this time! harry potter spoilers are also there (jic there isnt anyone hasnt watched/read the series) keep the requests coming, I'm having fun! you could also send in a song request if you think the prompt list isn't your thing ^^

wc: 1.8k

prompts:

1 - "can you stay? please?"

3 - "dammit because I love you!"

11 - "stay on the phone with me."

97 - "well, i promised, didn't i?"

you flop onto the cold floor, groaning from the latest dance routine your choreographer had just made. you know he did it just so he could spite you, to show you that, yes he knows hip-hop and yes, he's the superior dancer here.

"miss two left feet! how was that for a routine, huh? wasn't it the best I've done so far?" sweat dots jungkook's hairline in the sexiest way possible but instead of complimenting him, you flip him off, twice. "knowing i have two left feet, you still choose to torture me?" you look up at him towering over you, gleaming grin always so annoying. and cute. but also Annoying with a capital A.

"eyyy, all in good fun right? i'm closing up so get out, now." he says it in a fake stern voice which has got you rolling your eyes and getting up from the cool floor, grabbing your bag and leaving, shutting the door loudly like you always do. you put in your earphones and listen to the song jungkook and you were just dancing to, head bopping with the beat.

it's when you stop at a pedestrian crossing and casually look at your surroundings is when you spot the man, eyes boring into you. his all black ensemble doesn't make it better and when you break the eye contact, you find your hands shaking and you slip one into your pocket, lowering the volume so you could get a better hold of your surroundings. you glance at the old woman next to you, counting her money with a rickety trolley filled with boxes with what would've been tangerines. you walk with her when the light turns green, seemingly interested in what she had to say and show, heart rate raising when you see the shadow of the man getting bigger and bigger.

you wish the ground would swallow you up, right now. the innocent old lady went on her way, wishing you a good night and you couldn't go with her, making the way to your apartment even longer and tiresome. it's almost 12 and you spot the big 7/11 sign, immediately walking and going to the section with drinks. you randomly pick up a bottle and look at the price, making it seem like you're thinking about it, when in reality you're just realising that you couldn't call any of your close friends tonight, remembering the texts in the group chat and why it was only jungkook and you tonight.

you keep the bottle down and take your phone, fingers unconsciously and rapidly dialing jungkook's contact. you put it to your ear, iu's lilac playing as his ringtone puts a slight smile on your face.

"yo, two left feet, you left your speaker-"

"jungkook listen i can't tell this slowly so listen quick," you look around, finding the cashier playing away on his phone with the same man looking at the chocolates by the counter, "there's someone following me and he's gotten into the store i'm currently in and oh god," you hands shake even more when you can't find the man there anymore, trying your best to breathe properly. "where are you?" jungkook says calmly but you know he's rushing past people, apologies coming out from his lips. "the fancy 7/11 near my place, you know, the one with the expensive water bottles."

"stay on the phone with me."

he's breathing quickly and you're slightly shocked at his quick response, your feet glued to the floor. "where are you in the shop?" you look at the bottles arranged neatly in front of you, "the drinks section, they've got mogu mogu too now, shall I pick one up?" from your peripheral vision, you can see the aisle not empty, making it worser for your heart or mind.

"pick up the apple ones, the orange one isn't that tasty, blueberry should be good too," he must be jogging, you think, his earrings clashing against his phone. you slightly step away from the open fridge and immediately regret your decision, seeing the man walk upto your section. "j-jungkook, he's coming closer, where are you?" you whisper shakily, the bottles you held in your hand falling to the floor. "i can see the sign, i'm there okay? try to move-" a gloved hand puts the bottles back in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours eliciting goosebumps on your skin, the chill air from infront of you not helping you. "i've been seeing you all night and i thought i could take you home, you seem alone-"

"i don't think you should, really"

"darling, there you are! this place is pretty big, isn't it?" jungkook's pulling you into his side immediately, cutting you off. his smile drops immediately when he looks at the man, who doesn't seem very pleased. "i was talking to her-" "and you shouldn't anymore. now, leave before i make a scene, mister." jungkook puts you behind him, effectively shielding you. the stalker seems to finally go away reluctantly and your human shield turns to you, pulling you close.

"you're okay now," he murmurs into your hair, soothing hand rubbing your back up and down. you don't even register the tiny kiss he places on your forehead, "i don't feel like having mogu mogu now," you say quietly. jungkook nods and offers to buy you ice cream and you end buying bunches of lollies and ice cream cones. he pays before you can and he practically forces you to get on his back, his excuse being, "you're tired, i can see it. now, it's piggy back time, miss two left feet." which makes you get on him quickly, urging him to get home before the sweet treats melt quickly.

jungkook falls face first on your couch and you follow, sitting on the floor and leaning against it, mind still reeling from tonight's events. a tattooed hand reaches out for a grape ice lolly from the packet in your lap and opens it, the sweet yet sour ice poking at your lips. you look at the weirdo behind you, puzzled look shot at him. "have it, i know you didn't have anything to eat tonight after practice." you take a bite, wincing at the cold hitting your teeth and eyebrows raising at the taste. a gentle hand falls on your shoulder, jungkook also having a bite, eyebrows furrowed at the taste. you have been this close to him before but it's always in the presence of your friends, their wiggling eyebrows and suggestive eyes gestured at your close proximity with him.

it's like electricity flowing through you, breathtaking in a good way. jungkook silently feeds you the grape lolly, hands reaching for the vanilla ice cream. you can't stop yourself when you say, "can you stay? please?" you look at him nibbling the soft ice cream, eyes on you. "of course, where's your blankets? lets camp out here tonight!"

turns out "camping out here tonight!" is a Harry Potter marathon, popcorn in the bowl rapidly disappearing, courtesy of your human shield of the night. he watches you mouth dialogues hermione says, giggling and stuffing buttery popcorn in your mouth. it's towards the end of prisoner of azkaban when harry is saving his godfather and himself, jungkook decides it's been a night, your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him in your sleep.

he quietly switches off the tv and brings you down with him, your big comfy couch enough for the both of you. he hopes you don't kick him out in the morning, already attached to the way you snuggle to him and enjoying the feeling of simply cuddling you.

the sunlight piercing through your eyelids wakes you up, annoyed at the sudden brightness. the snoring behind you and the arm on your waist brings you back to last night. you get up and look at him, mouth slightly open and face serene. you're slightly shocked he stayed but you don't say anything, feeling bubbly and smiley despite of what happened last night. he got into action quickly, making you like him more than you have before. a lone finger pushes his bangs away from his face, admiring him just for a little while longer.

"take a picture, it'll last longer, darling."

you move away from him, flinging the shared blanket off you, getting up and stretching your tired limbs. "can't believe you stayed, jungkook," you say honestly, looking back at him sitting up, eyes on you. "well, i promised, didn't i?" you nod, "its just surprising, that's all, given our 'history' and all," he chuckles at the stress you give for the word, "sure, darling" he gets up, "is it that difficult to believe i would do something nice for you?" he looks at you, face getting closer to you.

"yes it is, actually. do you not recall the times you purposely made me stay the nights to 'help you perfect the choreography' or when you point out my mistakes on infront of so many people?" you walk past him, shoulders pushing past his and walking to the kitchen, jungkook hot on your heels.

"you're a great dancer, you know i'll always need your help plus can't you take a bit of teasing? you don't think i notice you doing the same when our friends are around? you punching my arm at every chance you get or making me somehow lose at 'game of life'?!" you look at him, hie chest heaving up and down, "calm down, you big baby, it's not my fault you lose at such a simple game? don't get so worked up over something so little, okay?" you pass him a glass of water, already having downed an ice cold glass of water, chewing on the ice cubes.

"i don't get why you're getting so frustrated over something like this, it's not like i mean much to you and we're arguing like this everytime we-"

"dammit because i love you!"

well, that shut you up. you look at him, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly.

"what i actually meant was-" "that you love me? i got it the first time, thanks."

you turn around and lean on the kitchen counter. you've always thought what would happen if you ever confessed your feelings for jungkook, never having thought what would happen if the opposite happens.

"hey," he starts, hand on your shoulder, turning you around, "can you please say something? i feel like I'm being left on read, you know." you smile and laugh sheepishly at the random comparison, head leaning on his chest. "i guess, the feeling's mutual." you mumble, hands slowly going around him. he wraps an arm around you, his tattooed hand lifting your chin up, "what do you mean you guess?" he teases, lips breaking into that big smile you love. you mimic his wide smile, hugging him tightly. he presses his lips to yours gently, holding you close like you'll disappear soon.

"glad the feeling's mutual, darling."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria

#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts fanfic #this was nice(ish)#requests are still open btw #i may close it on friday night #otherwise thanks anonie for requesting #<333 #chaenelcore

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I saw your post about Tim and Jason and I’ve never agreed about something more. We need more fics where them getting closer is at least canon adjacent instead of the stuff we get in fanon. A lot of their fanon content really grosses me out because it sort of reads like Tim developing Stockholm syndrome for Jason who repeatedly abuses him but can’t be blamed for it because of “pit madness” 🤢. That might just be because of my personal experiences but it really grosses me out a lot of the time

YEAH NO I 100% AGREE. I think portraying Tim as automatically forgiving Jason for the awful things he does(TO TIM) and ohh Jason wants to hurt him but its not his faulltt. Is so fucking UEGH. I think its not only a disservice to both of their characters but a really weird dynamic to tag as “fluff” and “hurt/comfort”.

I especially dislike the Titan’s Tower stories not just because they misrepresent the actual scene(which is very ridiculous imo) but because having Jason beat the shit out of Tim and then WRITE ON THE WALLS WITH HIS BLOOD and then being like ohh no he’s his care taker now is so 😨. Like imagine someone beating you so bad THEY CAN WRITE WITH YOUR BLOOD and then them kidnapping you and “taking care of you” thats so fucked…

I think the fandom in general can turn Tim into a bit of a punching bag which… fair. Im not going to pretend like i dont like angst BUT when portraying these traumatic events or his interactions with the people around him they kinda make him… spineless? Which IS a valid trauma response but its not Tim. Tim can be literally on the verge of death and he’ll still probably be shit talking you y’know? He can be self sacrificing yeah but… come on.

IDK. Jason pre reboot is kinda not a great person and i think the fandom WANTS him to be and they want to twist it into “pit madness”(which isnt a long lasting thing) or “he protects women and kids”(does he?) when it just… isn’t true?

Fanon Jason as a whole is just kinda an OC with bits of current Jason mixed into him, he doesn’t exist outside the fandom. This is why i sometimes joke about being a “jason todd hater” when i dont really have much against the character(other than most his comics being shit 😔) but because i dislike some aspects of the fandom he represents.

I do think Tim and Jason have the POTENTIAL to get along. They’re both snarky bastards and that dynamic is fun to write and mess around with but there is A LOT of baggage to unpack. Titans tower stuff aside Tim broke Jason out of prison which resulted in Jason donning a batman suit and killing a bunch if people which Tim feels EXTREME guilt for. So even if pre reboot jason wants something to do with Tim(which i think he does as he continually reaches out to him) there is a lot they would need to work on. Which i admit would be interesting to read but sadly a lot of fics dont really follow the comics that well.

Anyhow closing this off i also want to mention again how the fandom prioritizes Tim’s largely fanon(or lobdell written so shouldnt be acknowledged ) relationship with jason over his long lasting canonical relationships with female characters( Cass and Helena[HELENA IS SUCH A VICTIM OF THIS OH MY GOD AND FANON JASON STEALS SO MANY OF HER TRAITS AN-]) 😔

But yeah fanon jason and tim is weird and i’d be interested to see an actual brotherhood develop between the two but i think it would take a lot of work from the both of them(which DC will definitely not put in 😔)

#thank you for the ask btw i have a lot of thoughts on this #I think the titans tower type fic could work if the author actually wrote it as a horror story but pretending its fluff is crazy #fandom critical #jason todd #tim drake #spork says stuff #dc #batfam #sorry if theres any typos <\\3 #this is also super rambling so

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thank you for the tag @bloody-wonder 💜

currently reading: Started Tower of Swallows, a Witcher novel, but am ill and can't concentrate.

fic i’m currently reading: @letteredlettered's latest wangxian called Time Signature. I'd link but dont know how to do it on my phone. #genX

last song: Can't remember. Have had a few music-less days. Prob Mariah Carey.

currently watching: The Great. Have watched two eps so far. It's fun! Edit to add that im also watching the second season of TGCF donghua!! Which is brilliant.

next on my watchlist: So many 😔 Fellow travellers is one. Also on my list: Succession, Black sails, finishing Peaky Blinders. Will most likely end up rewatching Nirvana on Fire or the Untamed or something.

current obsession: I can't think of anything through the fog of low grade fever. I don't think anything has grabbed me recently, too busy at work.

tagging @doh-rae-me @sugarbabywenkexing @sixappleseeds @stripedroseandsketchpads @bellaroles

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x Female reader) (18+)

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

Summary : After the attack on New York, you get hired to watch over the prisoner responsible for the attack, a job that was supposed to bring the stability back in your life might upheavel it even more as Loki tricks you into releasing him from the cell. Where does this journey with the Ruthless god of Mischief would take you?

Note : This is going to be a slow burn romance fic but at the same time the slow burn is mainly from Loki's side The reader in this fic because of her past experiences is very timid and weak and will fall for his toxic ways. If you are looking to read a strong female lead THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU. Im not saying that that's how she'll always be but that's how her character is for now (just putting it out there so people won't complain)

You were on your way to Stark's tower which was crazy even for you. In 25 years of your life you have spent most of it doing all types of jobs, you have been a waitress, a janitor, you have worked in a supermarket, movie theater, anything that doesn't require any skill you have done it. You have had horrible things happen to you while you lived on the streets for a month, so it was crazy that somehow you got the job as a replacement for your current landlady Lindsey Mcwell who works for Stark's Security team. Stark's fucking tower "calm down y/n you can do this" you took a deep breath as you reached the guards on the ground floor

As soon as you reached the tower, you were scanned and surveyed from head to toe. "ID mam?" One of the guards asked you and you fumbled as you tried to take your ID out from your purse, the guard glared at you as you dropped it on the floor so you bent down to pick it up and smiled at him in an attempt to ease the tension but it was futile. A man in a black suit walked in, he was big and had a comforting aura surrounding him but as soon as he got closer you felt nervous

"Good morning Miss y/n, my name is Happy Hogan, I'm head of security. So you're substituting for Lindsey Mcwell?" He asked you and you nodded

"Yes she got injured in that alien attack that happened two days ago, I'm sure you must know of it, I don't know why I felt the need to tell you that but yes I am substituting on her behalf while she heals" you blabbed in nervousness and he asked you to walk with him

"Do you know what your job entails? "

"I was told I had to keep an eye on a prisoner in his cell?" You told him but your sentence had a questioning tone

"You have to watch him for as long as your shift would last, you can't move and even if you do you'd have to call on main security number that will be provided to you and Inform them that you were taking a break"

"Ummm my shift lasts for 10 hours, are you saying I can't take bathroom breaks for 10 hours?" You asked him and he glared at you

"You absolutely can't, do you think Miss Lindsey became such an important part of the security force by taking bathroom breaks every hour? You can go once every three hours and in the meantime Jarvis our multi functional AI would cover for you" you nodded and you both stepped inside the elevator

"Ummm can I ask you a question?" You looked at him confused and he rolled his eyes

"If your technology is so high, why do you need humans to watch over this prisoner? and why is a prisoner in Stark's tower instead of ..ummm prison?" He sighed as he heard your question

"A machine can't replace a human no matter how advanced they get. Your job wouldn't be just to watch him, try to converse with him and get the information out of him" he told you and it made you nervous

"Ummm shouldn't you get like a criminal psychologist or something for that?" He glared at you again, you were asking way too many question

"We did hire world's most renowned criminal psychologist and he ran away from him after an hour session, he's currently in a therapy session himself"

"Is it going to be the silence of the lamb type of situation? I'm not trained for this job sir"

"Silence of what? And you said Lindsey filled you in, you know what kid, she named you as her substitute so you're going to do this job. All you had to do is watch him on the screen" you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes, you have never done anything like this in your life

"You have never seen the silence of the lambs? It's about a FBI agent who takes the help of -" you stopped babbling as he glared at you again

"So where were you during the attack?" You asked him to change the topic and he sighed

"I was guarding Miss Potts"

"The CEO I know" when you reached the floor he took you to the surveillance room.

"So who am I supposed to watch?"

"The maniac who attacked New York two days ago" your eyes widened as he said that

"Loki from Asgard?"

He guided you as best as he could, then he turned the screens on and that's when you saw him. He looked right in the front camera and smiled, he could always tell when they were watching him.

"Is he always wearing all that leather?"

"Asgardians are pompous asses"

"I thought Thor was a good guy?

"That doesn't make him less of an ass, watch him and make a report if he does something unusual and y/n?" You looked at him as he said that

"Don't let him trick you"

He left and you sat down on the chair as you continued to watch him, his cell was just behind the surveillance room, 10 hours of this? At Least you would get paid well and could feed yourself three times a day, this job was nothing less than a blessing for you and you didn't want to screw it up

You looked at him and he was quite good looking, you'd have confused him for a model or something if you saw him walking on the streets. You noticed him standing up, then he walked few steps forward and tapped on the cameras in front of him,

"Hello there little midgardian" he smiled then he crossed his arms behind his back as he started pacing in the room. Is he talking to you? What's a midgardian? You pressed on the microphone button so he could listen to you

"Ummm are you talking to me?" You spoke and he smiled in response

"Euphonious voice my lady, I'm impressed" your face flushed as he complimented you. You have heard your voice on recordings before, you sound like a dying walrus

"We are not supposed to talk..I think" you mumbled and he chuckled in response.

"Who made the rules my belle and why must we follow?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"Ummm shut up now bye" He chuckled and winked at you before he stepped away from the camera. You tried to not respond to his advances and flirtations, he's trying to trick you.

Somehow you finished your shift and he yelled a fairwell before you could step out of the room. How did he know? Everything went peacefully for a week, he'd flirt with you at every chance he got, he would make you blush and squirm in your seat, you didn't want to feel the way you did about him but you had never had anyone being so interested in you especially a man like him. He wasn't even a man, he was a god.

On your 7th day when you went to the tower, you found him bleeding all over in his cell. You freaked out as you saw all that blood, you should have called someone but you did the worst thing imaginable. You walked over to his cell and typed the code to open, the code that Loki himself told you about. You didn't know how he knew that but he did.

As soon as you walked closer to him to check on him you heard the cell door closing again and he disappeared. He disappeared, it wasn't real, the injury, the blood , nothing was real. And that's when you heard his voice from outside the cell, your eyes teared up as you realized what he has done

"I wasn't named the God of mischief and lies for kicks and giggles you pathetic little mortal"

He tricked you. You better be dead now than face the wrath of Avengers.

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#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #dark loki

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