#literally in his arms might haunt him forever

[ruporas]

please be true

[ID: Digital Trigun Stampede fanart of Vash and Wolfwood cradling each other. Vash is facing the viewer with his face buried in Wolfwood's shoulder, one hand grabbing at Wolfwood's neck and the other grabbing his arm. Wolfwood is facing away from the viewer and is slightly leaned away, one arm wrapping around to Vash's back, but his hand is hovering, not touching. The background is black with white and red confetti-like and petal-like shapes falling around them. ID END] ID CREDIT

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun stampede #petals and confetti do look similar... #ive been seeing a lot of suggestions that vash might lose those memories permanently and considering how he started off amnesiac about july #in trimax it'd make sense... for some reason i have a drilled in part of my brain that the trauma of losing people (specifically rem) #literally in his arms might haunt him forever #if not the memory of it - maybe the instincts of it? #no matter how tightly he holds onto them they could just as easily disappear as they did before. #5.7.23 - thank you gnomebud for the id! #ruporas art

[dilatorywriting]

“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”

For the event, can I request Malleus for this? I need to send ALL my love to him ASAP. Although for this, feel free to have him being the one saying it to reader.

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 1.2k

Prompt 51: "I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more."

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

There was something about being in love with a fae that would always be at least a little intimidating.

No, it wasn’t the unearthly powers that could literally rip through the fabric of time and space with a snap of his fingers. No, it wasn’t the cold, serpentine stare or the sharp fangs in his mouth that shined like well-polished knives under the right light. It wasn’t even the horns. Even though they added an extra foot onto the dragon’s already stupidly impressive height.

But there were other things, sometimes. Less tangiblethings.

You tried not to think about it too much, because you loved Tsunotarou. Really, you did. And you didn’t want some… some creeping thing at the fringes of your consciousness to ruin that.

It was cold tonight, and you puffed warm breath onto your fingers. Normally Malleus was the one waiting for you to arrive at your usual Gargoyle Filled haunts, but he’d had a meeting with his retainers today. And you weren’t surprised he was running a bit late in the aftermath.

‘Man, I’m surprised Draconia is ever on time for anything,’ Ace had complained, during some mandatory assembly or other. Watching as Malleus floated into the room a solid two hours after scheduled.

‘He’s usually very punctual,’ you’d answered, confused.

‘Sure, sure. But don’t fae have, like, super fucked up senses of time?’ the redhead mused. ‘Like I bet you could tell him to meet you in an hour and he’d show up a week later or something.’

“Child of man,” a familiar timbre called out over the snow, and you perked up immediately, hopping from foot to foot to get your circulation going again before trotting out to meet him halfway.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped. “How was your day?”

“Dreadful,” he answered, deadpan, and bent his arm neatly so that you could tuck your fingers into the crook of his elbow and snuggle yourself into his side. He was like a walking furnace, what with the roaring, emerald fires in his belly. And the snowflakes seemed to melt before they’d even touched his skin. “Nothing but paperwork. Perhaps I should turn them all into enchanted quills, and then they might finally be fit for their positions.”

You snorted into your glove. “You’d need to turn some of them into ink then, too.”

“Ah, of course,” he intoned. And then shot you a smirk that was just on the right side of besotted. “Whatever would I do without your wise guidance?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased, and then smiled right back in that stupidly, soppy way. “But you seemed more than smart enough to manage on your own before I came along. And I’m sure you’ll go back to being brilliant when I’m gone,” you added on a laugh.

But Malleus didn’t join in your giggling.

The fae stopped in place, and you were dragged to a halt with him. You blinked up at him, confused. His expression was… complicated.

“You are leaving?” he asked, each word sounding like it had to be pried out of his mouth with a crowbar.

“What?” you blinked. “Of course not.” Crowley never having bothered to lift a feathery finger to find you a way home aside, you had more than enough reasons to stay here for as long as your meager, mortal life would allow. Going home… it soured something in your stomach that you didn’t even want to consider. So you just tightened your fingers around his arm and shot him as reassuring of a smile as you could muster. “Even if I had the choice, I’d be staying right here.”

But that just made Malleus’s brow pinch up tighter.

“Then what did you mean?” he questioned, perplexed. “When you said ‘when I’m gone.’”

Ah.

You fought a guilty wince. You hadn’t wanted to drag your own little terrors into his worries as well. You really needed to get a better leash on the poor quips that managed to tumble out of your mouth.

“Well, just that, uhm…” You waved your free hand awkwardly. “You know.”

More furrowing.

“I do not,” he said, sounding grumpy. It was a bit adorable, seeing an almighty prince and near God pout at you. But you fought off the urge to coo over his pursed lips and scrunched nose. Time and place, self. Time and place.

“I’m mortal,” you said finally, hoping that would cover it.

“And?”

Ugh. Come on, dude. Give me something here.

You shrugged, tight and awkward. “Just that, well, you know. Your lifespan is near infinite right? And mine is sort of set to be…” You held up your fingers and pinched them close together. “Uhm. Not that.”

“And you think that such an inconsequential factor means that you will be leaving me?” he asked, and you blinked at him in outright confusion.

“It’s pretty consequential,” you squeaked out, and averted your gaze. “And.. and besides. I knew that from the beginning. And I just want to be able to make the best out of the time with you that I have,” you said, hoping it sounded properly reassuring and not like the start of a particularly peppy obituary.

“…I see,” the Prince said, low. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll be gone, I’m sure.”

You blinked again, owlish and slow.

“Pardon?”

“What is the human expression…?” he hummed, tucking your arm back tightly against his side and starting up your leisurely stroll once more. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder? Almost so much as time itself.”

Yeah, you wanted to amend. But not from beyond the grave.

“I guess so,” you shrugged.  

“Can you imagine then,” he hummed. “How much I’ll love you in a thousand years?”

“I—” you swallowed, feeling tears prick at the back of your eyes.

But rather than give your poor, fluttering soul a chance to recover, he just pushed onwards.

“I will love you forever, and when ‘forever’ ends, I suppose that I’ll just love you even more,” he said, perfectly level and serious, like he hadn’t just absolutely pulled your heart out of your chest and set the whole of you on fire.

You stared up at his regal, handsome face from beneath a soft veil of falling snow. With those cold, emerald eyes, the pointed fangs, the horns. You felt like your stomach had fallen out at your toes, like the whole of you was bound to float away like a balloon lost in the breeze. Because he’d said—he’d really—

“And of course,” the dragon shrugged. “I’ve always intended to extend your lifespan to begin with.”

You gaped at him wordlessly for a moment, before letting out a hideously embarrassed squawk and pounding at his chest with your gloved hands.

“You could’ve told me that!” you shrieked, practically steaming in the cold with the heat pulsing off your cheeks.

“I suppose,” he smirked, catching your flailing fists easily in one of his own large hands. “But then I wouldn’t have been able to see your reaction to my declarations, would I?” he cooed, all smooth, dark chocolate and smoky embers. “And I had to work so hard to memorize those lines. Fitting as they are, I was told that the moment to use them would have to be perfect, and—"

“Did Lilia set you up for this?” you choked.

Malleus snorted and turned to tug you further down the path. “Only a little.”

.

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#4k Event #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Malleus x Reader #Malleus Draconia #My Writing #Writing Prompts

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the brothers after accidentally making mc cry

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

(did I do this before??)

content warnings: kind of mean/ concerning behavior for some of these men, crying

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Lucifer

he knows he messed up the second he sees you tear up and he wants to hug you and apologise but guess what his prideful self said

'stop crying mc, you're being ridiculous.' with his arms crossed

and what was it all for? lucifer was a little too stressed and took it out on you

he'd distance himself from you for a while before giving you flowers on a random tuesday afternoon in hopes you'd forgive him

Mammon

mammon immediately panics when he realises you're crying because of me

he reaches out to hold you and say 'I'm sorry' over and over again but then realises that's not the best move right now

after you've been alone for a while in your room mammon slides a note under the door saying 'you okay? can we talk'

if you say yes mammon apologises (while nearly crying himself) and buys you a whole car the next day

Leviathan

he's gonna hate himself for the next week

plus he thinks you're gonna hate him forever now

levi literally runs away from you after you start crying because he feels so bad and doesn't know what to do

about an hour later he comes back with his azuki-tan pillow, gives it to you, and then leaves again

if you tell him you forgive him he won't believe you for a moment

Satan

he's maybe a little mean about it and realises that after he said the little mean stuff

'look, mc, I'm very sorry but is this reaction really warranted for?' (hons thought everyone cries once per blue moon like him for a while there)

after realising those words only made it worse he decides to give you some space, he'll apologise properly after you've stopped crying

he also takes you to the street cats he regularly feeds if you want to see them

Asmodeus

oh no what did he do what if you hate him now? what if he messed up so badly that the mere sight of him is enough to make you feel revolted, distressed or afraid?

he's like 'nonono mc look it's fine, here I'm going to paint your nails'

asmo has trouble giving you space because he's so afraid of the possibility that you hate him now, but he does realise he needs to leave you alone

after what happened you have to tell him you forgive him because he might not approach you

Beelzebub

he instantly regrets getting mad over a slice of cake in the fridge

beel immediately apologises after spotting tear number one in your eyes

if you're okay with it he'll give you a big hug and will rub your back to help you calm down again

even if you tell him you're not upset anymore, beel doesn't fully believe you

this mistake of his will be haunting him for a long time, he keeps trying to 'win your trust back' by doing sweet things

Belphegor

'oh.. I'm sorry' and then leaves because he doesn't know what to do and he's ashamed of himself

belphie doesn't know when is a good time to check on you, or should he even check on you at all, does he buy you a gift?

because this man doesn't care too much when he upsets one of his brothers (other than beel) but when it's you? he can't sleep properly for the next week

in the end he does decide to get you a stuffed animal to really show you how sorry he is

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #gn!mc #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me angst

[sanjisboyfie]

me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader some moreeee

-> i'm actually sanji's #1 lover, especially after re-reading wci i'm so deeply EMPATHETIC WITH THIS MAN and i fear his content will consume my entire blog.

warning : sanji is really insecure and has rlly low self esteem sorry

sanji probably gets jealous very easily. like...concerningly very easily and each time he feels himself getting jealous it's literally borderline insane. it practically drives him to insanity.

oh my god this + his history with how fliratious he was with others, it drives him up a wall. he realizes quickly that his past actions on how he treated others before he got into a LOYAL relationship with you haunts him to this day.

everytime he sees you interact with anyone, man or women (for some reason, his jealousy is driven up even higher when it's a woman, though), he feels like he wants to take you into his arms and stake a very obvious claim on you as his and him as yours. it's a seemingly very childish thing, but to him, it's the most serious situation in the world. he doesn't want you looking at other women, he doesn't want you looking at other men - he wants to feel like he is enough for you and the best way you can do that is by giving all your attention to him.

and his jealousy only grows the more and more your attention isn't on him.

then the envy starts bleeding into guilt and overthinking. because to him: you're his one and only, there's never going to be anyone else after you - and if there was anyone else before you, well, they're nothing in his mind anymore. you are his entire being. it's like you're the sun and he's every other planet - his life and worth all revolve around you. all of his thoughts, from the moment he wakes up to when he sleeps, are just you. you're his everything.

when he starts seeing you talk to anyone else but him, it makes him overthink all of his past actions that led him up to this point. are you finally going to leave him? did you find someone better? is his past as a womanizer going to make you realize you don't want to be with him anymore?

then he goes through a phase where he dotes on you especially hard. he repeatedly tells you every single second of every single day, he loves no one but you and that he loves you with his entire being. it's concerning, to hear him so devotedly speak about his love for you as if he is going to disappear the next second. but he's only speaking like this because he thinks that ^ is going to happen, but it being you instead of him that disappears.

he fears that everyday he wakes up, you're not going to be beside him. you'd wake up in the middle of the night and realize you deserve better (because you do, in his mind, you deserve much better than him) and you're gonna leave him and the crew. and there's going to be no way they can find you because they are drifting on the ocean and just like that, you're going to be gone forever.

so yes, sanji does have a jealousy problem, but it's so much more than that. it stems deep, deep, deep down to his own self-esteem and his guilt on his past behavior. please be nice to him or his mental might completely crumble at the thought of you thinking he's just some sort of womanizer and lovesick fool.

he just needs constant reassurance and convincing that you're going to stay with him and a lot of affection and he might, maybe, maybe, just be okay. he just really needs you to be there for him.

#one piece x male reader #sanji x male reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece sanji imagines #one piece sanji #sanji imagines #male reader imagines #x male reader #x reader #one piece male reader #this feels like word vomit #but imma trust u guys get it #SANJI IS A HOMOSEXUAL #i love my homosexual himbo king #what a cutie wootie patootie #king of pookie nation fr

[hutahuta]

IS THAT A PAVIA CONTENT I SEE SO Though on Pavia and his s/o who's very affectionate towards him especially learning his past so they decided to comforting him by holding him and always showering him with lots and lots of effection whenever they could kissing them random times Hugging ot nowhere and calling them pretty all time and calling them by sweet petnames that could melt them by just calling them that petname to the point that the other characters are just Soo done by display they have witnessed all the time

P.AGE OO.9 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

pavia x gn!reader — clingy fluff and affections // headcanons and semi-analysis.

merry christmas! here's your gift,, 💞💕💓

i don't know if I properly executed this ask this time but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. slight gore warning when describing his occupation,, but overall it's just wholesomeness !

In the silent corridors of his soul, there resides an ache, an insatiable longing woven into the fabric of his being.

Growing up in the shadow of neglect, Pavia found solace in the silent whispers of his own echoes, seeking affection in the empty spaces between gestures. The yearning for warmth, for a touch that speaks of understanding, lingers like an unfinished melody haunting the chambers of his heart.

Every glance cast his way echoes the yearning for connection, an unspoken plea for a kindred spirit to unravel the knots of his longing.

For Pavia, he navigates the world with a hunger for tenderness. His soul aching for the love he never received, yet resiliently holding onto the flickering hope that somewhere, somehow, affection will finally find its way into his world, stitching together the fragmented pieces of their fractured past.

In the tapestry of his existence, the absence of nurturing affection is a stark thread that runs through every experience. He learned to cloak his yearning in veils of self-reliance, crafting a facade of independence to shield the vulnerability within. The memories of hollow celebrations of his unaccompanied birthdays and silent nights echo within, shaping a hunger for connection that transcends the superficiality of mere companionship.. He yearns for more.

You changed him.

The moment you entered his life, colours blossomed. Art formed. You were a gallery full of surprises and you never ceased to amaze him every single time. Celebrations were held together. Whether it was formed between your mutual friends or by the two of you alone. Beneath it all, hid his tender affection for you.

In the dance of admiration, you yearned to express love to another who endured the neglect might tread delicately yet deliberately. You infuse your actions with tender mindfulness, understanding the delicate nuances that embody care and attention.

Whether it may be big as offering objects in your attempts to allow him to see you truly do care. Or whether you grab him gently by the shoulders and take away the newspaper clutched in his hands to pepper his soft face with endless kisses that will forever leave a lingering mark on his face, far more cherishing and better than the scars left on his mind from the abandonment due on his mind. .

Each touch, big or small, gives him a sweet impression of you in his head that he'll remember for a life time.

He melts. Literally, physically melts. He cannot contain himself from being so giddy inside when he had your body completely atop him, arms dangled across his shoulders just to put a bite on his bottom lip, pressured with the soft pecks you'd give on him as you see could almost hallucinate him to have his literal pupils dilated with the shape of a heart.

Catch him off guard when you walk by, biting his neck softly and applying soft nuzzles after.

The never ending joy you'd get when you aggressively pull him into a kiss, so deep and so red, it made it impossible for him to think coherent thoughts when he's with you. Or the weak moments where you're being gentle with him one minute, and the next second you feel the urge to literally bombard his face with soft bites and rough kisses.

He doesn't mind, it's hot, really.

Maybe it's assumed that his own pups give him rough kisses on the cheek and soft puppy licks like that too so maybe he's accustomed to that sort of thing, but it's so much more different and meaningful when you do it..

For someone who lacked much of the attention when they were young, it changes how they see the world as a whole.

God,, How could I describe how he feels when you shower him in the praise he always needed? Always wanted?

Always desired.

God,, he could marry you on the spot.

Pavia's heart swelled inexplicably, as if a symphony of emotions orchestrated an intricate dance within his chest. As if to say, if you were to stop now, he'd be dreadfully fucked over. Emotionally,, and physically.

He mentally marked down your name in everything. The hungry peck you gave him this morning? He's still thinking of it when he slits a knife down a man's neck.

The hickey you left on his neck from the afternoon he took a break off his job so the both of you can get away and have some moments peace together? he's thinking about snatching the rich necklace of a man he carved who planned to sell it to his wife.

Surely they didn't need such things right? It would look far better on your neck than hers any how.

Moments where Pavia would kiss you under dim light when he returns home are the best moments. It's either raining, his favourite weather pouring it down while he gets to be with his S/O to crave, cuddle and watch the static of the radio buzzing his favourite news report around.

You were sure he's been with a few people before, but none of them were you. None of them cared about him the way you do. — By the Gods themselves, this beautiful chaos, an overwhelming sensation surged, a tempest of emotions he struggled to contain.

Flusteredness enveloped Pavia like an unexpected gust of wind, leaving his speech tangled in a labyrinth of words. His cheeks, once the canvas of a tranquil dawn, now painted with the fervent hues of a scarlet sunset, betrayed the whirlwind of emotions brewing within.

“ I didn't know you cared about me so much. What do you want from me? " He'd murmur in a laugh, fingers entangled as you refused to stop kissing his lips. His whimpers, soft spoken and eager, he couldn't muster the courage to ask you to continue. But it came out in the form of his stuttering and genuine voice that grappled onto every lingering touch you glaze him with.

He trusts you won't leave his side permanently.

You may whisk away for a bit to have your own space but when you come back, just know a puppy-lover of a boyfriend awaits you to give him those tender kisses you spoil him rotten with. So don't forget how much of a big role you play in his life. Okay? <3

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #pavia x reader #reverse 1999 pavia #pavia fluff #pavia reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 pavia #pavia affection #drabbles #headcanons #pavia headcanons

[deadbydangit]

Going to an amusement park with them.

Mastermind, Hillbilly, Ghostface

Mastermind

No.

He will not go.

Wesker has far too much work to do.

Besides, isn't that rather childish?

Pick an adult activity, like a museum.

"I don't have time for your childish nonsense. I have work to do. Go by yourself."

His words are pretty harsh.

And if you do start crying, he'll feel really bad.

"I-I'm sorry dear. Let's go. We can go there if you'd like."

He won't even wait for an answer.

He's just going to take you.

Please don't be upset with him. Please don't cry more.

He didn't mean it.

Wesker isn't a fan of any of this, and it's obvious, and he's really trying to hide it.

Rides, unhealthy foods, crowds.

He's doing this for you.

But he wants you to have fun.

And he won't let you not do something you want to if he doesn't want to do it.

He'll even go on some rides with you.

Just nothing that spins too fast.

His Uroburos don't seem to like that.

And, he won't say it, but watching you eat cotton candy was really cute.

It was even cuter when you tried to feed him a piece.

He actually doesn't mind rides with a view.

He really likes the Ferris wheel since you can see so much from up top.

He bribed the ride operator to keep you at the very top longer.

Just so you two could see the fireworks.

"Not a bad view if I do say so myself."

But he's actually looking at you.

He'll do whatever it takes to see you smile.

Hillbilly

An amusement park?

What's that?

Oh, he's seen those on TV!

Max had been locked in a room for most of his life with nothing but the TV.

Therefore, most of what he knows about the outside world is from what he's watched.

But actually going to an amusement park?

Absolutely!

Start with some of the calmer rides.

Something that may seem childish to some.

People might give you two weird looks as you get on the ride, but you could care less.

Rides with bright pretty colors and music are his favorites.

It gives him a sense of childhood wonder that he never got to experience.

He's literally living out a childhood dream.

He's just so happy.

Next, try a ride that's a little faster.

A spinning ride, maybe a small roller coaster.

He might be shaken up at first, but he quickly adjusts.

If you ask him what snack he wants to eat, he'll look at the menu so confused.

What's cotton candy? What's a churro?

Get him one of each.

He'll practically shovel everything down.

You might have to get him something else before you two leave.

He doesn't like the fireworks.

If they were quiet, he would because he likes the colors.

But the loud booming is frightening.

Watch them from inside a store or something like that.

When the day is over and it's time to go home, he'll envelop you in a hug.

"Can we come again tomorrow?"

You'll have to explain to him that it isn't something you do everyday.

He'll understand, but he can't wait to go with you next time.

Ghostface

Huh? An amusement park?

Danny hadn't been to one in forever.

Sure! Why the Hell not?

Once you get there you can see him freeze up.

Memories of his childhood are flooding back to him.

He'll suddenly grab your hand.

"We're doing everything."

Before he runs you into the park.

Children's rides, roller coasters, arcade games, spinning rides.

You're doing it all.

And uh, he knows this is awkward, but he wants to feed you ice cream.

He's seen other couples do it and he kind of wants to try it.

That, and he wants to push ice cream on your nose.

On purpose but say it was an accident.

"Sorry babe, you're so cute I got distracted."

Just let him have it and clean your face.

And he absolutely wants to go on the haunted house ride.

He'll do the thing where is places his arm around you and holds you close.

"I won't let the monsters get you. The only monster you have to worry about, is me."

Wink.

So cheesy.

He wants to see the fire works too.

He'll purposely get behind taller people so he has to lift you onto his shoulders to see.

He knows what he's doing.

Before you leave, he won you a stuffed animal and hid it until now.

"It's a cute little teddy bear. Reminds me of you."

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd mastermind #dbd hillbilly

[prettyboykatsuki]

*shuffles in* I'm here to ask about Yuuta as it's now "later". Ahem, so about Yuuta? :3

i cant stop thinking about like. childhood friend yuuta and asking him to have sex because you're sexually frustrated but he's been in love with you since he was little and has had eyes for you forever

like. anon its been haunting my brain. you're not really thinking twice. you've always taken care of yuuta (chronic crybaby who couldn't fight to save his life for most of your childhood) so it became sort of natural for you to treat him that way. you're a literally rougher and more intimidating than he is

yuuta wants you to treat him like a guy. sure he's younger than you but he hates that he's been stuck with the whole little brother thing forever. you're like.. a recently graduated student looking for a job and yuuta is a college sophmore. and in your rush to graduate and get a career you are simply so pent up you're going to go insane.

so you're bothering him in his apartment (he lives with inumaki) after submitting what feels like. the hundreth job application. you shut your computer and sigh.

"yuuta."

"huh? do you need something?"

"lets just have sex."

you broke him. he thinks he misheard so when you repeat it only to say the same thing he thinks he might've died and gone to heaven. you want to do what? with who???? he turns around and he looks like he's about to sob and throw up he is sooo overwhelmed. like duh he wants to have sex with you but he is So In Love With You that if you go near his dick he might start losing it.

"y-you want to...to have sex with me?"

"yeah. you're good looking. i know you work out and wont hang me out to dry. and you're not seeing anyone right?"

"no! definitely not. n-not seeing anyone and wont in the near future,"

"then its a perfect set up. im a good lay i promise,"

yuuta wants to be like... you could be awful and he'd still probably cream himself. he's not gonna fix his mouth to say that but hes thinking it. the prospect is so overwhelming he literally has to close his eyes. he wants to do it really bad. but again, romantic attachments. he's really considering if he can handle simply being your sex partner when he knows very well he wants to kiss you and hold hands.

so he says "i dont like sleeping with people im not dating," which is a flat-out lie. he doesn't care and never has. but then to his surprise, you just giggle and go.

"that's so like you. that's fine. sure, lets date while we're at it. 2 for 1."

and that makes him fucking LOSE it. there's no way its that easy right???? RIGHT???? but you're all smiles and you don't look like you're being sarcastic. he's going to die early or he's definitely already dead. this has to be heaven, he's literally rubbing his eyes. you sit up and sort of gesture him over to you

and he RUSHES towards you. collapses in your arms and feels his chest squeeze where you giggle. you kinda grab his face in your hands, thumb swiping at his tears.

"you grew up to be pretty handsome, yuuta. what a face. the girls must like you on campus, hm?"

"i dont care what they think." which is true. he doesn't at all.

"you care about what i think though?"

yes. a lot. he is so happy that you called him handsome he is going t collapse, but he just nods kinda meekly. and then you kiss him and he just. combusts. fizzles out like soda on a computer. brain immediately empty.

"well if it matters, then you're pretty handsome. lemme see what other faces you make, okay?"

he resigns himself to be the best fuck of your life because he is so determined to make you fall for him right then and there. he will do Anything and will not the let the opportunity slip him by.

#return to sender #i want to turn this into a full multichapter fic AJSDKJSDJS #i cant stop thinking about it

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Solomon with a Shapeshifter!Mc

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Solomon would have never expected that buying something that he thought was a cursed mirror would not only turn out to not be a mirror but would also be the person or rather creature he would fall in love with

he can´t say it wasn´t a rocky road until they got were they are now, he tried to kill them at first which didn´t work, then they tried to kill him multiple times and it never worked out and just when both were about to start a fight to the Death they found something they had in common

did it surprise him? yes but he will be forever grateful for this little common ground they had all those years ago because if not he would be lonelier and they would be well… Dead

eh not like they would have cared to this day the still say if they might die before him they would haunt him, not when he´s involved in their death or they would stay to make him feel a bit better no they just wanted to stay to eternally mess with him but if he had the chance he would probably do the same

now that he thinks about it something about their maybe was rather concerning consi-

“surprise!” the chair he sat one suddenly grew a pair of arms and constricted him, he was smiling it´s always a nice thing to see when they are feeling so playful around him not many people are willing to play games with him, actually some are but those are usually the game “how can we get ride of Solomon” and this one loses it´s fun very quickly…

they fully turned back into their normal form and slowly released him, a shame in his opinion he would have enjoyed having them hold him for a little while longer “so did you notice it was me? or were you so lost in thought to notice me literally taking the chair from under you” so that´s what happened ah he loves how crafty they can be, sometimes you think you´re stepping on the rug and then the rug is eating you “haha you got me, is it my turn now?” they shrugged and looked rather disinterested “not today, Luke asked me to help him make a cake”

“oh when are we leaving? I´m sure he would enjoy having a couple of extra helping han-” they interrupted him as soon as they could “NO! I mean… Luke said he was already feeling bad enough taking up my time and I´m sure he would feel a lot worse if you were going too” he tried to walk past them but they blocked his path, he can even swear they made themself slightly wider “oh no I already told him it would only be me and we already divided all of the tasks between each other and-” he tried to teleport behind him but they caught him and covered his mouth “he also and really emphasized on the fact that Luke doesn´t want to bother you”

“don´t be silly I always love to help out my friends” he didn´t see it but they quickly moved around while he was getting ready to leave and just as he was done and trying to get them he heard a crash and ran to the source of the noise “are you alright!? what happened?! are you still in one piece!?” he was panicking but it seemed like they were fine, their tail must have knocked something over on accident, this always happens they even destroyed their favorite mug once

“uh… was this something important?” they looked like they were waiting for the ground to swallow them whole “nothing really don´t worry, just a potion I wanted to discard” he was looking at the ground and let out a sigh “what a shame I can´t help Luke today I looked forward to finally doing something in the kitchen again, but this potion needs to be discarded as soon as possible now” he didn´t hear it but they let out a sigh of relief “would you mind going without me?” they nodded and were ready to leave “thanks Honey! I´ll be sure to make you dinner to make up for it!”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon

[taizi]

Feel free to ignore this ask if it's overstepping, but whenever I have to do something stressful involving my mental health I channel/process those feelings by writing fanfic of my blorbos doing the same thing. So, any thoughts about rise Leo going to his first therapy session post-movie in the Hidden City? Could even take place in the City Lights verse.

x

Mikey is kicking the heel of his foot against the waiting room chair over and over, full of a restless sort of worry. 

It was an uphill battle getting Leo to agree to this in the first place. God, Mikey would almost rather fight the Shredder again then relive that first conversation about it. Being stubborn is a Hamato trait but Leo takes it to a whole new level. 

Thankfully, he is and always has been a daddy’s boy. 

“I have not always been a good father to you,” Splinter finally says, interrupting the beginning stages of Donatello Losing His Absolute Shit Out Of Love. He pats Leo’s cheek gently. “But I am putting my foot down this time, Blue.”

“You’re the medic,” Raph points out. “You wouldn’t let one of us walk around with a broken bone, would you?”

For all that he’s spent the last two years in a state of constant anxiety and frustration, he never lost that softness that makes him their Raph. He still carries it around with him, and hands it out freely where it’s needed, and right now he’s wrapping it around Leo as deftly as a blanket. 

And for all that Leo has this stupid idea lately that he’s supposed to be perfect and self-reliant and never burden his family with anything he could handle on his own, he’s still their Leo. He buckles under genuine affection like a house of cards. 

He puts up one last token protest. “That’s not the same thing.”

“It’s exactly the same thing,” Donnie says, just barely not a snap. “You have literally bullied me into telehealth sessions before.”

He’s not angry, not really. He just cares so much and he can’t get the words to come out right and he wants Leo to do what is best for Leo without arguing about it, even though they all know that’s just flat-out impossible. 

“It’s different,” Leo stresses, well and truly at his emotional threshold. “You deserve—”

He cuts himself off but the damage is done. Everyone knows what he was going to say, what he meant. The tension in the room ratchets up to a solid fifteen on a max ten scale. Donnie starts flapping his hands. Casey looks pale and haunted. Mikey bites down on the wounded sound he wants to make, but Raph’s arms tighten around him like he heard it anyway.

“Yeah,” April says in a tone that lets all of her little brothers know not to mess around, “you’re going to therapy, Leon.” 

Splinter grips Leo’s chin before he can sink into his shell. There’s an ocean of grief in the rat’s eyes that Mikey is worried he might drown in. But there’s love, too. Mountains of it, rising out of turbulent water, steady and immovable and forever.

“Don’t hide yourself away,” Splinter says. Maybe it’s something he would have liked someone to say to him, once upon a time. “We love who you are, even if who you are is someone who is struggling right now. Lean on us, Leonardo. You are not alone.”

So here they are. The latest in a string of failures. Mikey keeps bumping his foot into the chair leg, trying not to stare at the clock. 

This is the longest an intake session has lasted. The first one was about ten minutes, but none of them expected the first one to go well. Leo joked about the whole thing and wouldn’t answer anyone’s questions directly. But he went straight to his room afterwards and didn’t come out until he was extracted for dinner, which said plenty. 

The session after that went on for half an hour, but Splinter—and Draxum, who had come along that time and sat in with Leo’s permission—agreed it wasn’t the right fit. The session after that was another no-go, and then the disastrous fourth session almost shut the whole operation down entirely. It lasted all of twenty minutes and ended in property damage. Whatever was said in that office caused Splinter to go full Lou Jitsu and break the desk, a chair, and the door on their way out. Leo was glassy-eyed and unresponsive in a way that caused actual murder to flash through Donnie’s eyes. 

Leo crawled directly into Raph’s open arms and stayed there, cheek pressed to plastron, to better hear the comforting rumble that started up in his brother’s chest. When Mikey crawled in next to him, his hands opened so Mikey could hold them, but otherwise he just blinked slowly and didn’t speak and it was the worst thing ever and Mikey very heroically managed not to burst into tears but it was close. 

They were kind of expecting him to cite The Fourth Session as a reason why they should pack this whole idea up and mail it far away from them to the next bunch of jokers but he didn’t. He just heaved himself off the sofa without a whine or a joke or anything and shuffled after Splinter out the door. 

It made Mikey feel like a bully. It was for Leo’s own good, but it was clearly taking a toll. Opening himself up again and again for a complete stranger, only to have that trust totally unrewarded and sometimes even thrown back in his face. For someone like Leo, whose guard is constant and unwavering even when the only people he has to guard against are his own family, it must be grueling. It must be awful. 

But if they could just find the right fit, Mikey thinks desperately. If they could just find the right person…

“Hey,” Raph says, nudging Mikey’s arm, jolting him out of his thoughts. “He’ll be okay. Pops isn’t gonna let it get as far as it did the last time. He promised.”

“At worst, we’ll be accessories to murder,” Donnie says without looking up from his phone. He sounds like the idea doesn’t bother him at all, and also like it’s much preferable to anyone making his twin even the smallest bit upset for any reason. “In which case I suggest swinging back around to Session Four’s office and tying up loose ends.”

Raph closes his eyes briefly, looking as though he’s actively making plans to wrestle Donnie into therapy next, and then continues as if the softshell hadn’t spoken at all. “Leo’s perfectly safe.”

“No I know,” Mikey says quickly. In part because he knows Raph is trying to make him feel better, also in part because it sounds like maybe Raph is trying to make himself feel better, too. “I just—we’re running out of names in the Hidden City white pages, you know?”

“I can’t believe they still use the white pages here,” Donnie mutters. 

“There’s still a lot of options left for us to try,” Raph says patiently. “And when we run out of options, we’ll come up with another plan. Don’t borrow trouble just yet, okay?” 

Mikey leans on him, trying to absorb some of that steadfastness for himself, and Raph puts an arm around him, drawing him and his whole chair closer with a short shriek of plastic on linoleum. 

A sudden high-pitched, frantic beeping fills the lobby. A few heads in the waiting room turn, but the yokai behind the desk don’t even blink. 

“Is that the fire alarm?” Raph asks in a polite, I’m-not-freaking-out-but-I’m-about-to tone. 

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” one of the receptionists reassures him at once. She’s been nice to them since they got here and her teal face is lined from a long life of smiling. “This happens all the time. We have wards to prevent fire, but they don’t stop smoke.”

“Um, okay,” Mikey says. “But why is there smoke? In a clinic?” 

The door leading to the offices opens and Leo steps out looking slightly scorched and a little bemused. Splinter is nudging him along, looking like he’s aged ten years in the last sixty minutes, and a beetle yokai shuffles after them sheepishly. 

It’s the beetle yokai who introduced himself as Cricket, the clinical psychologist with licenses from both yokai and human institutions who passed Donatello’s extremely invasive vetting process, and the first doctor to somehow last the full hour with Mikey’s most stubborn brother. He’s five foot nothing and his exoskeleton is a pretty coral color.

“What did you set on fire this time?” one of the employees says in a long-suffering tone. 

“You don’t know for certain that it was me,” Cricket replies with a nervous little yank at his wrinkled button-down shirt. 

“Like the entire lounge,” Leo answers immediately after. “It’s amazing, I’ve never seen anyone fail at cookies that hard before in my life, and I live with Donatello.”

“Offended scoff,” Donnie says loudly. 

“It’s a nice gesture!” Cricket says. “I was making a nice gesture!” 

“Whoever left their lunch on the counter in there, I have bad news,” Leo goes on. One of the yokai tapping away at a computer stops, puts her head in her hand, and sighs. Splinter draws Leo down far enough to pat him on the cheek and then heads toward the reception area to do paperwork things. Leo and Cricket bicker their way across the waiting room.

Mikey feels something buoyant and bubbly happening in his chest, like someone shook a can of soda up in there. This is the most Leo-like Leo has been after a session, in all his playful, sarcastic glory. He glances up and sees the way Mikey is vibrating in his chair and laughs. 

“Jeez, Michael, if you needed to go outside and run around the block I would have understood.”

“I’m saving all my energy for giving you the biggest, proudest, love-you-est hug of my entire career,” Mikey says very seriously. 

Leo’s golden eyes get very bright, which is how Mikey can tell that his heart is smiling even if his face folds into something theatrical and performative. “Am I gonna need to clear my calendar?” 

“The WHOLE day, baby!” 

Cricket is smiling at the picture the four of them make, mandibles clicking idly. Splinter is watching too, his eyes impossibly soft and full of the same pride Mikey’s feeling in spades. 

“What do you say, Leo?” Cricket says. “Same time next week?”

Leo tugs at the sleeve of the purple hoodie he borrowed from Donnie that morning. He glances sidelong at Splinter, who gazes back fondly but doesn’t answer for him. Mikey’s on pins and needles, waiting to hear what he’ll say with his heart in his throat. He thinks he can feel Raph holding his breath. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Leo says after a moment. “Maybe we can burn your office down next time.”

Cricket lets out an affronted little clicking noise but he clearly doesn’t mean it, because he sends the clan off with warm goodbyes. The second they’re out the door, Mikey flings himself at Leo bodily, barely remembering at the last second to be gentle. Donnie has his arm linked through Leo’s good one, and Splinter is hanging back to make a quiet, exhaustively relieved phone call to April and Casey, and Mikey keeps saying how proud he is. He can’t stop. Leo’s the bravest person he knows, the best person, and he has to keep saying it or he’s going to explode. 

“Alright, alright,” Raph says, gently disentangling Leo from the bramble of clingy brothers and lifting him up onto his shoulders instead. “Take us home, Fearless.” 

There’s a smile on Leo’s face that’s almost familiar. It’s not the one Mikey knows, but it’s one he’s getting to know. The fact that his brother is here to smile at all is more of a miracle than most people get in a whole lifetime.

Even if Leo never makes it all the way back to that shining boy he used to be, Mikey can think of at least a billion things to love about the person he is right now.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato michelangelo #hamato leonardo #portal duo #my writing #tmnt fic #prompt #anonymous #these bright blue city lights #i have had cricket for exactly 1 hour and i would die for him in a heartbeat

[forjongseong]

jealous // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: jay x fem!reader

genre: smut but it doesn't start until you're halfway in lol // warning: oral sex (i don't wanna spoil who's receiving), handjob, bathtub sex? the images on the header serve as spoilers! // wc: ~3.4k

summary: you attend the party of the year and you're lost because your boyfriend isn't there to keep you company. luckily you've got a surprise waiting at home.

author’s note: okay so if you're new to this account, hello! nice to meet you! i mainly write for Heeseung and Jay, but the list of Jay fics in my masterlist are more or less connected, in a sense that they are in the same universe. you can read them separately, it still makes sense, but if you want to read in chronological order, based on the released fics it goes: quiet > rolex > quality time > and then this one!

heads up, in this "universe" Y/N is Namjoon's ex and she has a good relationship with the other members, so you might be seeing a lot of mentions of him and appearances of the BTS members here and there.

it's a JUMP from the order of release that i follow, if you take a look at my masterlist, i have 6 titles lined up for Jay, but i literally started writing jealous a couple of hours ago, loved how it turned out, so i thought why not releasing it now to keep the momentum?

as always, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! it is definitely based on the jack in the box pre-release party that sort of haunted me and gave me anxiety because i am definitely not a party person lol

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It was almost midnight and the darkness of the sky outside was accentuated by the dim lights inside the party venue. Looking at the photo she just took at the photomatic box, Y/N swiftly slipped it inside her handbag before closing it again. Her steps were hesitant, knowing that loud music and dark rooms were very much not some of her favorite things.

Feeling her phone buzz, she took it out of her back pocket and saw that she got a text from Jay.

Sorry I can’t be of much help tonight. As soon as we’re done with schedules I am coming over.

Y/N replied with the face emoji full of hearts before locking her phone again and putting it in her pocket. She was now standing in a corner, scanning the whole room with her eyes, squinting because she couldn’t see and at the same time desperately looking for someone she might know.

“Oh, thank God you’re here.”

She almost jumped at the sudden voice behind her. When she turned around, Jin was standing there with a drink in his hands, looking genuinely relieved.

“Hi!” Y/N smiled and leaned in for a hug. Jin gently patted her back with his free hand. “What do you mean thank God?”

“Well,” Jin shifted his weight as fixed the bag he was carrying. “I’ve been here for like an hour, just hiding in a corner reading webtoons because the only person I know is my boss and producer.”

Y/N made a worried face. “The other members?”

Jin pointed to the center of the room with his chin. “They’re scattered around. I don’t see Yoongi though. But now that you’re here please keep me company. Unless you’re looking for someone?”

“Of course, I’ll keep you company, what the heck.”

With that, Jin immediately intertwined his arms with Y/N, dragging her to the booth where they can get drinks. He proceeded to tell Y/N absolutely everything going with his life, and Y/N was very happy to listen and share her thoughts with him. He would occasionally crack his favorite dad jokes and Y/N, relieved that she didn’t have to match the energy of the party, wholeheartedly laughed at each of them.

After losing track of time just talking to each other, Y/N caught someone waving from a distance. The person then started jumping because Y/N wasn’t responding, and because she still couldn’t make out who he was, he started jogging towards her.

“Noona, can you not see me? I’ve been waving at you forever,” Jungkook was panting at this point because of the endless dancing he had been doing with other people near the DJ’s booth.

“Sorry, Kookie,” Y/N leaned in to give him a quick side hug. “It’s dark and my eyesight isn’t the best.”

“Jungkook, are the other members even here?” asked Jin, now leaning on the wall, scanning the room again.

Jungkook shrugged. “I came with Jimin hyung, but I haven’t seen the others either,” Jungkook chugged down a drink he literally just got three seconds ago. “Noona, did you say hi to Hoseok hyung yet?”

Y/N tilted her head, unsure. “I don’t know, he seems very occupied.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell him that you’re here,” Jungkook flashed a smile and quickly dashed away from the two of them.

“Wait—Ah, whatever he’s gonna do what he wants,” Y/N sighed, turning back to face Jin as he was just chuckling at the sight.

Within seconds after Jungkook made it a mission to have Y/N greet Hoseok, the main character of the night made his way towards her. Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumped as she shook her head, speechless at the sight of his perfect appearance—perfect no-makeup makeup look, perfect outfit, perfect aura. Hoseok already had his arms stretched as he kept his eyes on Y/N, his smile wide and inviting.

“I wanted to look pretty tonight and you’re not making me feel pretty,” said Y/N, half shouting into Hoseok’s ear because the music suddenly got too loud. “Congratulations, bestie.”

“I’m so glad you made it!” Hoseok hugged Y/N a little too tighter than usual and Y/N almost squealed. “I’m sorry I’ve been too occupied to notice your arrival.”

“My arrival? Shut up, I’m not that important,” Y/N lightly punched Hoseok’s shoulder and he just grinned.

“You’re a friend of mine and my friends are important, okay,” Hoseok’s eyes were now practically gone caused by the smile he was drawing on his face. “The EN babies?” he asked, eyes suddenly open wide, questioning.

Y/N was sipping on her drink and she quickly swallowed to answer. “Oh, right, they’re promoting right now and they just have a lot on their plate so I don’t think they will show.”

Hoseok nodded. “No wonder the kids greeted me through text. Anyways, keep Jin hyung company?” Hoseok tilted his head, putting on his best puppy face.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled. As Hoseok left, Y/N mouthed ‘bye’ before turning to face Jin.

“Actually I’m gonna go,” Jin said, his face looking tired and also sorry.

“What?!” Y/N quickly put down the empty glass she was still holding. “But then who am I supposed to talk to? Should I just leave too?”

Before Jin could answer, he noticed a familiar figure approaching Y/N from behind.

“The answer is right behind you. Bye, Y/N! And thanks for keeping me company,” Jin smiled really wide before dashing out of the room, leaving Y/N no choice but to actually turn around.

The speed of her movement, however, was way too fast and she almost stumbled losing her balance. The figure in question quickly stabilized her by gently placing his hands under both her elbows.

“Careful,” said Namjoon. “The clumsy one should be me.”

Damn it, Jin. Y/N chuckled and leaned in to give Namjoon a hug.

“You’re here too,” Y/N said as she stepped back and turned to face the center of the room.

“I didn’t know you came. I literally saw you and Jin hyung in the background of someone’s Instagram stories so I just went to find you,” Namjoon said this while darting his eyes across the room as if he was trying to locate something. Then he set his eyes on Y/N. “Your all-black outfit makes it really hard to spot you.”

“Ah,” Y/N nodded understanding. “Mission accomplished, then. I really did not want to be found.”

There was silence for a while, not literally, because music was still playing, but for the longest time Namjoon was just looking at Y/N as she searched through the room again, hoping to come up with a valid excuse to leave the party. Meanwhile, Namjoon was trying to find the right words.

Namjoon straightened up and cleared his throat. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Y/N frowned. “What’s that?” She was looking at the dance floor but her head was already tilted towards Namjoon.

Instead of repeating the question, Namjoon’s breath hitched and as he tried to speak louder, the parade of three in front of him distracted him from everything.

“Namjoon, my man!!!”

It was a man and two other women that Y/N swore were famous, but she couldn’t name their names. She took this as the perfect opportunity to slip out and head over to a quieter corner.

Just as she was about to take her phone out, it started buzzing. She breathed a sigh of relief as she identified the caller and immediately put a hand over her mouth as she picked it up.

“Babe!” She shouted, trying to win over the loud music.

“Whoa, calm down,” Jay sounded startled on the other side of the phone. “You’re still at the party?”

“Obviously,” Y/N looked at Namjoon’s small group and noticed he was looking for her. When he spotted her, Y/N waved and made a sorry face, pointing to her phone. “I really need to find an excuse to leave.”

“Hmmm,” Jay sounded like he was pacing back and forth. “How about your boyfriend is waiting for you at home?”

“You’re home?” Y/N asked back, surprised.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind I let myself in. I texted you like twenty times but you seem occupied.”

“It’s alright, babe,” Jay stretched and let out a yawn. “Anyway, I’ll be here.”

Y/N pulled her phone away for a second to look at the notifications. “I’m sorry. I was busy keeping Jin company.”

“I’ll be there. Leaving now,” Y/N ended the call just as she heard Jay laughing.

Namjoon approached Y/N as soon as she put her phone away.

“Duty calls?” he asked, smiling.

Y/N paused for a second. “Yes, sorry. I’m so beat anyways.  Give a big hug to Hoseok for me? And the other guys too.”

Namjoon nodded. Y/N grinned and waved before she left. Namjoon then decided to turn around and rejoin the party.

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When Y/N texted Jay that she was five minutes away, he immediately started getting busy. From lightly tidying up the living room, washing the one plate and one mug that was dirty, to drawing a bath, he managed to get everything done just right before Y/N arrived.

“What’s that sound?” Y/N asked as she let herself in, taking her shoes and bag off. “Are you going to take a bath?”

“I’m drawing you a bath,” Jay said nonchalantly, helping Y/N take off her jacket.

Y/N merely blinked when Jay positioned himself right in front of her. Jay’s eyes were full of questions.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked, squinting her eyes, acting suspicious.

Jay laughed and pulled Y/N into his arms, completely wrapping her. “You sound tired.”

“You’re acting suspicious.”

“Really? I’m doing the bare minimum.”

“Bare minimum? This is extra.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Jay pulled away and held on to Y/N’s shoulders, shaking her. “This is my bare minimum. Just relish it.”

Y/N decided to thank her boyfriend with her lips. She tiptoed slightly and planted a kiss right on the corner of Jay’s lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, face just inches away from his.

Jay leaned in for another, deeper kiss. His hand was firmly placed on her waist and another around her neck, pulling her closer and pressing their lips even harsher together. Y/N’s hands were flat against his chest, trying to keep herself steady. Just as she was about to go a step further, Jay pulled away, his lips making a smacking sound against hers.

“You’re welcome, and I think your bath is ready,” he said, walking away towards the bathroom.

She followed Jay into her bathroom and noticed that he had already turned off the water and put a bath bomb in the tub. The tub was now half full and frothy, the surface covered with bubbles.

Y/N was breathless as she followed Jay’s movements with her eyes. Her brain was already trying to calculate and analyze what kind of night it would be.

“Your bath awaits, my lady,” Jay made a grand gesture pointing towards the tub and Y/N cackled.

“Tell me about the party?” Jay said as he started helping Y/N undress.

Y/N began with the story of meeting Jin. She tugged her t-shirt off and Jay swiftly placed it in the laundry basket. He tilted his head at the sight of the lilac lacy bra Y/N was wearing underneath.

“Is that new?” He asked, intrigued.

Y/N looked down and nodded. “Mmhm. Got it on sale.”

“Looks nice,” Jay reached to gently touch the lace adorning the apex of the bra. Y/N held her breath, expecting to feel his fingers graze her skin. “Continue,” Jay said, sitting down on the closed toilet.

Trying her best not to look disappointed, Y/N continued telling him about the party as she unbuttoned her skinny jeans and struggled to get it off her ankles. Jay stood up and knelt in front of her, gently holding her ankle and pulling the jeans off. Once it was off, though, he found himself facing Y/N’s crotch.

Noticing this, Y/N stopped talking. Jay flicked his eyes upwards to meet hers, not moving from his position.

“Why did you stop?” asked Jay, tilting his head sideways. For someone whose face is just inches away from his girlfriend’s core, he looked pretty innocent.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Y/N straightened her position and started to unclasp her bra.

“Oh,” Jay stood up in a rush. “Let me do that.”

As he leaned in as if going for a hug, Jay slowly unclasped Y/N’s bra, letting her get a whiff of his scent that night. He was wearing Y/N’s favorite perfume in his collection, and he might have done it on purpose.

“You smell good,” said Y/N calmly.

Jay smiled and responded by leaning down, kissing Y/N’s neck. “You too, babe.”

He took a step back and looked at his girlfriend’s body, his face full of adoration. He then looked into her eyes. “Continue.”

Y/N assumed what he meant was continue speaking, so she did. Jay quietly listened and put away all of Y/N’s clothes away before kneeling down in front of her again. When she tilted her head without questioning, Jay merely placed his hands on both her thighs, giving her gentle strokes.

“So he found you among the crowd,” Jay finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Main character moment right there.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t exactly trying to make him—Jay! Oh my God.”

Y/N was caught off guard when Jay leaned in and sniffed her clothed core. He even went so far to lick a stripe from down up, making her legs shake in his hands. Y/N placed a hand on the bathroom counter, committed to stay standing up. He moved his hands upwards to cup her ass and started to squeeze there lightly. While Y/N had her eyes closed, Jay had his opened, staring right into her face and trying to figure out which movement of his tongue would elicit the best moan out of her red-tinted lips.

“J-Jay…” Y/N was breathing heavily, one of her hands found its way to the back of his head. “Please…”

“Mmh, yeah, sorry,” Jay pulled away. “This is getting in the way.”

Jay hooked his fingers on each side of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them away.

“Where were we?” Jay moved closer, his hands secure behind Y/N’s knees. He then started kissing Y/N’s thighs. “Keep going, babe.”

“You’re making it hard for me to speak,” Y/N said, matter-of-factly.

Jay smirked before he leaned in to kiss her bottom lips. Y/N let out a whimper.

“Try finishing the story as I finish you off,” Jay looked up. “Deal?”

Y/N nodded. She decided it was best to keep her eyes closed to stay focused, but it didn’t help since Jay was sliding his tongue up and down her clit, occasionally sucking and nibbling on her thighs to give her core a break and to let her catch her breath. As she continued with her retelling of events, Jay listened intently, not taking his eyes off of her. He would hum whenever Y/N paused, letting her know that he was listening, but the vibration in his voice caused her to stutter.

“He asked me,” Y/N stopped for a split second, her fingers lost in Jay’s hair. “If I wanted to leave the party.”

Hearing this, Jay pressed a thumb on her clit. Her breath hitched.

“What did you say?” he asked.

Y/N could feel her heartbeat beating way too fast and she was already getting dizzy. Jay stroked her thigh lovingly, encouraging her to speak.

“I…” Y/N looked into Jay’s eyes. His gaze was sharp and demanding, but the gentle movements of his hands were the complete opposite. “I pretended I did not hear him, and that’s when you called.”

A smile started creeping up on Jay’s lips. He sighed, keeping his smile on his face. “That’s my good girl.”

Jay immediately dove into Y/N’s core, letting his tongue do most of the work. Y/N moaned and tightened her grip on Jay’s hair, keeping herself steady as her legs started to shake. Jay did everything he could do in an intense speed—sucking, kissing, lapping like he hadn’t tasted her in months. She came without a warning, and Jay took it like a champ. Drinking up her juice and determined to leave no remains, Jay gently took her hand away from his head to make it easier for him to move around. He noticed she was losing balance, so he made her lean on the bathroom counter, gently spreading her legs wider so he could clean up.

When he was done he stood up, and Y/N had this dazed look on her face that made him chuckle. He lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her on the cheek.

“We better get in the tub while the water is still warm,” Jay said, moving away to take his shirt off and completely undress.

“I knew you didn’t draw the bath just for me,” said Y/N, her voice still weak.

Jay entered the bathtub and leaned back, stretching out his hand signaling Y/N to join him. Y/N took his hand and carefully entered too, watching as the water rose up close to the top of the tub as she lowered herself and leaned into Jay’s chest.

Y/N rested her head on Jay’s shoulder and positioned herself so that Jay could comfortably rest his arms around her waist and she can still look at him sideways. Her nose was touching his jaw and she nuzzled into him, eliciting a chuckle and receiving a kiss on her forehead.

“Did you just do that because you were jealous?” she asked in a whisper, afraid of disturbing the serenity.

Jay frowned. “What makes you think I’m jealous?” he asked back, his hands now rubbing her hands and arms gently.

“The timing,” she squeaked, now sounding slightly worried. “Babe, I saw the chats you sent me before you called me.”

Jay sighed. He was now kneading his fingers into Y/N’s thighs.

“Jay,” Y/N sat up and paused, wondering how she could adjust her position. The tub wasn’t of the biggest size, so she had to stand up, with Jay’s eyes following her every movement. She made Jay sit with his legs straight and then lowered herself to sit on his lap, now facing him. “You know it’s okay to admit if you’re jealous, right? I get jealous all the time.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Really? All the time?” His hands found themselves resting on her waist again.

Y/N nodded a little too enthusiastically. Jay chuckled.

“Heck, I even get jealous when you get all handsy with Jungwon or Jake,” Y/N was now leaning into him, her hands caressing his biceps. “I look at your interactions with them and sometimes think, that should be me.”

Hearing this, Jay laughed out loud, his voice echoing through the bathroom. Y/N smiled, proud at herself for putting a smile on Jay’s face.

“Alright, alright,” Jay sighed in defeat. “I guess I was jealous seeing you attend the party of the year. And socializing. And meeting your ex.”

“You’re just jealous about that last part,” Y/N pouted, lightly slapping Jay’s chest.

Jay playfully winced. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Wanna do something about it?” Y/N asked, her lips close to Jay’s.

“What do you have in mind?” Jay asked back. His calm but flirty demeanor was instantly broken when he gasped as he felt Y/N press her palm on his cock.

“It’s give and take,” Y/N whispered in Jay’s ear, her fingers wrapping around his cock and starting to move. “You gave, so now you take.”

Jay leaned his head back and groaned just as Y/N started to pump his length. She couldn’t see anything beneath the suds, but she was well aware at how Jay was feeling because she felt him harden in her grip. She slid her thumb across the tip and Jay hissed, burying his fingers in her waist.

“You know if we weren’t in water I’d be sucking you off, right?” Y/N continued her ministrations as she spoke in Jay’s ear.

“God,” Jay was now breathing heavily. “Don’t stop. Please.”

It did not take long for Y/N to finish him off, and she wasn’t quite sure if the reason behind it was the tension, the warm water, or the new experience that they were sharing in the bathroom. Jay came in Y/N’s hands and she slowed down her movements, observing Jay’s face closely as he rode his high.

“We need a proper shower,” he then said, looking at the aftermath.

“Preferably separately,” Y/N chuckled, kissing Jay on the cheek. Jay responded by grabbing her face, cupping it and roughly kissing her on the lips.

-END-

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[trippygalaxy]

SR! Boys Nicknames For You!

Welcome to part 1 of this little series! For those who have been following me for a while know that I also did a nicknames headcanon for the LU boys! I'm keeping these two series as different as possible cause-- they are a WHOLE different set of characters! Hope you enjoy!

Reader is gn! but some semi gendered terms are used. Very fluffy and no angst! just fluff fluff fluff!!

Includes: Link/Realm, Sky, Time

Pt 2 - Pt 3

Link/Realm

Dream girl/boy

This boy- my lord is he oh so UNEXPERIENCED with love and romantic relationships! Yes, he had quite a few admirers but that didn't really mean anything in your's two relationship, so petnames and terms of endearment were actually a little bit of a struggle for the hero to get a grasp of!

Link is much MUCH more likely to use the petnames below but (due to Sky's pestering--) he did come up with a little endearment meant for you. The first time he called you his dream was after a less than restful night of sleep. You laid beside him, looking as beautiful as ever with your arms wrapped around him. Even when his mind was haunted with doubts and regrets, you'll be right there to keep his mind clear. You really were a dream to the boy.

Bae

Ah yes, a classic among men (gn) /j When you two first started dating it was the hesitant go to nickname for the boy. He was SO nervous to call you it for the first time, kinda scared of offending or upsetting u. Yet, he was very pleasantly surprised at the sight of a giddy smile and crinkled eyes plastered on your face when he first stuttered out the name.

Honey

SKY DEF RECOMMENDED THIS TO HIM LMAOO!! Link nearly DIED out of embarrassment when his mentor gave him the idea, quickly shrinking in on himself and offering a sheepish 'thank you.' And you wanna know the funny thing? Its one of your favourite things EVER-- LIKE you can and will throw the endearment back at him with so much glee he will melt into the floor RIGHT THEN AND THERE!!!

Sky

Pookie

OKAY HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE-- He heard it from one of Link's friends/admirers and FELL IN LOVEEEEE with the cute name! The man uses it with such gusto and dramatics that you'd THINK he was being ironic with it BUT NOPPPEE!!!! This man just loves the lovely dovey feeling the name brings and can't help but play up the new favourite nickname!

Link has been known to groan aloud whenever he hears Sky call you it-- not out of disgust or embarrassment but from the pure fact that he literally can NOT believe an ancient spirit-- HIS MENTOR-- is using such 'modern' slang (okay maybe he is a BIT embarrassed)

Rain Cloud

If you're more of a grumpier or mellow person, Sky would definitely call you his little rain cloud (as along as you're alright with it!), lacing every syllable with every ounce of love he holds in his soul for you. WHICH IS QUITE A BIT-- Like this man can and will brighten your day with a simple petname because of just how IN LOVE he sounds when it rolls off his tongue!

Love Bug

If you can't tell, the hero of the sky has a deep love and appreciation for cute pet names for his even cuter lover!! He normally calls you his 'love bug' whenever the two of you are having a more romantic/intimate moment together!

The word ghosts over the shell of your ear, warm breath bring you back to your lover's warm embrace. You can feel the slight rumble in his chest against your back as a quiet but joyous giggle bounces around, trapped in his ever growing chest so filled with love you think it might burst one day. You can help the smile the spreads across your ever warming face.

Time

Perfection

You, his lover, can't be anything BUT perfect in his eyes! Even if he doesn't express it to you verbally he whole heartedly believes that not even the golden three can compare to you. He wishes that every time he murmurs the petname in the darkest of nights, where only the moon's slivery rays illuminate you, you understand just how perfect he knows you to be.

My Forever

OKAY BUT-- The heart break of him calling you this before he died? Him forever loving you even as he watched you live on without him by your side? Holding onto your memory with a bittersweet overlay, knowing he would rather wait until his soul sputtered out of existence than forget the soulmate he found in you?

But if he found you after his death, letting you in even when he heart had threatened to harden like the cooled lava that once flooded from Death Mountains peak? Oh, he could only see you in the seemingly unending future that stood infront of him. You became something so, permanent that he couldn't even fathom the emptiness he would feel if you were to leave his side.

Dear

A very simple but sweet endearment he would use in more public settings. You can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips at such a sweet name, especially when it comes from your 'grumpy' lover!! You can't tell if its because of the way it rolls off his tongue in the most delicate way, like it could shatter like glass if he didn't speak it with the upmost care! Or maybe it was the way his charming eyes roamed your face as he speaks it! Ack! No matter what, you can't help but get so giddy at such a simple word!

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[jasonsmirrorball]

An AU that I’m too scared to fully write but I’m desperate to share:

You can see ghosts. You’ve been able to since childhood, and for you they’re as real as any living person. You don’t tell anyone, really. There’s enough flavours of weird in Gotham that people would probably believe you, but it feels a little invasive. Most people wouldn’t want others digging into their business while they’re alive, why would they feel differently when they’re dead? So for the most part you live an ordinary life. You wake up and go to work. You go out to dinners with friends and on disappointing dates. Maybe sometimes in between you remind a little old lady ghost that she’s no longer living, or give directions to a little boy that no one else seems to see. It’s your normal.

One day you meet Jason and his grin is bright like the sun. You meet at the local library when you drop your stack of books heading to the return desk. He helps you gather them up, accidentally knocking his knuckles into yours, starts a conversation about one of your books. By the time you leave, you’ve got his number in your phone and a new book under your arm.

Things with Jason are so, so good. You fit together in places you didn’t even realize were missing. You move into his apartment, too quickly according to his little brothers. Dinners out with friends turn into entertaining at home. Taking it in turns bringing dishes that fill the apartment with mouthwatering smells. Nights out at the movies ending with heated discussions about how “the physics of explosives don’t work like that” on the couch. Agreeing to be a plus one at a gala only if there will be french fries after. You love him so much, and if the completely unsubtle questions about your taste in jewellery are anything to go by, you’ll get to love him forever.

Until one night he comes home haunted, unable to bring the perpetrators of a little boy’s death to justice. Jason knew him personally, from the youth shelter he volunteers at. He takes it so personally that someone so young and under his protection has been snuffed out. Something about this dead boy reminds Jason a little too much of himself. Maybe because they died at the same age, or he was once that scrawny and featherlight too. The police have no leads, chalking it up to just another Crime Alley street kid meeting an inevitable end. He is tearing himself to pieces trying to discover who could be so cruel and you can’t bear to see him in pain any longer. And so you offer, gently, to see if the ghost of that boy, who stands at the entrance to Crime Alley and asks for directions home, can remember who killed him.

He jerks back and there is such a look of horror and fear in his eyes. Not of you, never of you and your abilities, but for what he fears you might see clinging to him. The choking sensation of grave dirt. The faces of the people he’s killed to make Gotham safer. Literally the blood on his hands in a twisted parody of Lady Macbeth. He is terrified that you can see the monster he has always feared himself to be. Jason is up and running, escaping out into the night through the window before you can do more than reach after him.

You don’t get the chance to tell him that all you see is a 15-year old with a gap toothed, blinding grin wearing the Robin colours with pride. You don’t get to tell him that that 15-year old boy always tells you when Jason comes back hiding an injury or asks you to make sure he’s eating more than cigarettes. You don’t get to tell him that even from beyond the grave, Jason Todd never stopped saving people.

- 🍂 (@fic-over-cannon)

i think this has so much heart and love and i hope one day you'll be able to share a full fic with us because i would love to read this.

"Maybe because they died at the same age, or he was once that scrawny and featherlight too."

i think featherlight is so !!! the emphasis on how young he was and small. that the world should've done better by him but the cycle continues and the system fails more and more children like him - waving it away as inevitable. it makes me grieve. it reminds me of that one piece that's like 'every version of this story ends with you being slaughtered' and it's so tragic.

thank u for sending this in <3

#love letters 💌 #jay my heart #loverboy 💌

[shankschewtoy]

Hi!! Came across your profile❤️ Love your writing! Would it be ok for me to request Law, Ace, Smoker, or Zoro with a masc/gn partner whose terminally ill? If you don’t feel comfortable writing for this prompt, I totally respect it! Feel free to ignore ❤️

a/n - ooo I always love these requests bec I really relate to them a lot- I’m not terminally ill but I’m chronically ill, so it’s nice to imagine these things. Tysm anon for the request :D

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, mentions of vomiting, illnesses (if you’re not comfortable then don’t go past the cut!)

Smoker

- He really cares about you, and when he received the news of your terminal illness, he silently broke down

- He didn’t want to seem depressed or stressed in front of you, the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about him

- He smoked a lot more, mostly out of stress and anxiety for your well-being

- You might have to reassure him a lot that you’re still the same person!

- He’ll do anything for you!

- Tie your hair back when you’re throwing up? Mhm he’ll for sure do that

- He’ll carry you if you get too tired!

- He’s always on calling your doctor if you don’t feel good or feel differently than usual

- he makes sure you always drink enough water and eat enough

- He doesn’t care if you throw up, he’ll clean it up so don’t worry :)

- All he wants is for you to feel.. Healthy and happy :D

- It makes him god so happy when you smile or laugh

- It literally makes his whole heart melt

- He won’t smoke inside, he’ll make sure you don’t breathe it in, he read that it was unhealthy (yea he didn’t follow that advice himself tho)

- the same thought haunts him, someday you’re going to die, and it’s going to be too early

- He never admits that to you, he wants you to focus on being as happy as you can

- He’ll cuddle you whenever you ask, please ask!

- it makes him feel better that he’s doing something that makes you feel comfortable or happy :)

- he loves you SO SO SO much it almost hurts him lmao

- It pains him to see that you’re sick, and it hurts him even more that it’s incurable

- He’ll be there for your last days, holding your hand, holding you in his arms, caressing your shoulders as he leans into the crook of your neck

- When you pass, Smoker really didn’t know what to do anymore

- you were really his purpose of living, more so than the marines

- He’d cry, and everytime he saw a picture of you, he’d put it to his forehead, imagining that it was still you, nuzzling your head with his

- those many moments you and him had before made him feel better in these times

- He knows that you’re with him, all the time, forever more <3

Ace

- Ace is by far not even close to being a medical professional

- but he knows what terminally ill means

- those two words made his whole world start crashing down

- His precious y/n… is sick

- this can’t be happening right?

- it takes him a long time to actually believe those words were real

- why did it have to be you?

- He begged the gods above to let him take your place

- the last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain

- Whatever you ask for, you name it, he’s gonna do it for you

- he doesn’t care if it’s embarrassing, gross, weird, or whatever

- he’ll do it

- bring you some candy? Hell yeah he’ll bring you some

- Cuddles? Oh he’s totally up for that!

- Kisses? You don’t even have to ask >:)

- he makes sure to take you to Marco everyday to make sure you’re feeling alright

- Ace knows that someday, sometime soon you’re going to leave, and he’s never going to be ready

- he tried his best to never even think of it, all he wanted was to focus on having you with him now

- he’ll give you a piggyback ride if you’re ever feeling dizzy, tired, or just kind of lazy, no hesitation there! He’s gonna carry you like there’s no tomorrow

- he also tries to make you laugh by making the goofiest faces and telling the most lame ass jokes ever 😭

- when you laugh, he laughs, when you smile, he smiles

- he loves seeing you happy! That’s what he lives for :D

- when you passed, Ace was shocked even though he knew it would happen

- How could they take you away like that?

- Ace couldn’t even move from that same spot where he watched you leave him for a couple hours

- he was just staring at your corpse in front of him, tears falling down his cheeks

- His life was empty, what would he do without you??

- Marco tried his best to cheer him up to no avail. You were Ace’s reason to live, the love of his life, there was no one who could replace you or even think to be like you.

- That’s what made him so depressed, that no one, no one, could ever be you. Only you could make him as happy as he was before

Law

- He’s a doctor, so he’s the one that announced you were terminally ill

- Even he was shocked even though he was the one that came to that conclusion

- Law didn’t know what to say, he needed a couple hours to register what he had just said

- you’re.. dying? No that can’t be right!

- He refused to believe it, he didn’t want to realize that you were going to die soon

- you tried cheering him up, saying that it was ok, and he decided that he would try his best to make your last days your best ones

- He took a break from work, always checking on you, seeing how you’re feeling

- He’s a bit less romantic than Ace, but his actions and his intentions are the same!

- He loves you to the moon and back, and would do anything to help cure you

- Over the weeks, he struggled and struggled, trying to find something that may prevent your passing

- But he couldn’t figure it out

- Whenever he saw you smile, he thought, “I might never see that again”

- He was there in your final moments, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs, gently rubbing soothing circles on your hands

- the flatline of the monitor made him lose it

- He put your cold hand to his forehead, struggling not to cry, the tears flooding his eyes

- Why would he feel your warmth anymore?

- your soothing touch that always made him soft and happy?

- where did you go?

- Law couldn’t handle it, he just lost the one person that made him feel like maybe the world wasn’t so bad after all

- But now? The world was complete dog shit, why did it take you away from him?

Zoro

- Zoro couldn’t believe it

- he didn’t know if he couldn’t fathom how you were dying, or if he didn’t want to believe it

- You were his one and only, the one who always made him feel at home, loved

- he did everything with you now

- He trained with you in the room, napped close to you, checked on you, brought you food and water

- He did everything without even asking

- he made sure that chopper was nearby in case anything happened to you

- he loves holding you in front of him, with you leaning back against his chest as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning into your hair, the scent of your shampoo always making him calm

- That lingering thought, “someday, I won’t ever be able to hug y/n like this..” was always present, he just shoved it away in a box like he usually did

- he’ll even help you take showers! (Be proud of him he only bathes like once a week 💀)

- the way he scrubs your back and washes your hair is literally heavenly

- He’s always so gentle with you, making sure nothing he does could possibly hurt you in any way

- he doesn’t care if he’s being extra cautious, he’ll do it for you

- He was there in your final days, holding your hands with his, calloused fingers gently rubbing over each of your knuckles

- once he felt your hand slowly start to completely lean into his, his heart stopped

- you were gone.. weren’t you?

- he didn’t move from that spot for a while, and it made the entire crew worry

- They knew just how much Zoro cared about you, he loved you to the ends of time

- he couldn’t help but feel frustrated, why did you die first? It’s unfair..

a/n - well now this was angsty :/ I was sad while writing this 😭

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[asumofwords]

🎬 au anon here! I didn't really want to write this cause it would be extremely disrespectful for me to write an alternate ending but good lordy the amount of people I've seen being sad??? it makes me feel bad for them so to the people who wanna cope lmao 😭

“AND CUT! that's it. We're can wrap it entirely up now.” the director announces and everyone claps and cheers, You hug jace, baela before leaving to hug cregan, he rubs your back in reassurance before throwing you a sweet smile.

Aemond walks over before shaking hands with cregan and give him a bro hug, “Good job, Creg.” Aemond says and Cregan nods, “You too Aemond, sorry I stole your wife.” he jokes earning a joking punch from Aemond to his chest. “Still haunting her forever though.” Aemond giggles and you scoff, which turns his attention to you, “Girlie can't catch a break.” you say which makes both Aemond and Cregan laugh, “I mean, they are meant to burn together.” cregan says and you shoot him a playful annoyed looked which makes Aemond throw his head back in laughter.

“Are you attending the wrap up party next week?” Cregan asks and you shrug, “I'm not sure, Lucerys (now aged 4) and Aenys (the 7 month old who is now 2) might not allow me the time to do so, “Speaking about them, where is Lucerys? He acted so well it gave me chills.” Aemond says and just then your eldest son's runs screaming at you and hugs his fathers leg tightly, Aemond picks him up and places a kiss on his forehead.

“They managed to give him the creepiest of dialogues.” Cregan comments making you snort, “So true tho, he can communicate with his dada.” Aemond rubs his nose against Lucerys cheek which makes him giggle. “You did good baby! I'm sure the viewers will be surprised to see you.” you kiss Lucerys on the cheek, making him giggle.

“I loved how they waited for him to grow to film the final episode, the dedication because they wanted our actual son to act as our son in the show too.” You say, earning a hum from Aemond, “When will my death air?” he asks and you chuckle, “Next week.” you say, “Can't wait to see everyone's reaction, I just know they'll be crying.” Aemond smirks which makes cregan laugh, “I'll miss aemond too, hashtag aemondforever” he says which makes you giggle.

“I can't wait to see the shipping discourse.” You hear someone say from behind and you jump, realising it's Aegon and you sigh in relief, “You fucking scared us.” you quip which makes him laugh lightly, “What are you doing here anyway? Who invited you.” you say sarcastically earning a pout from Aegon. “Damn, you didn't have to be that rude.” he rolls his eyes playfully, “And excuse you, I have a right to be here, I want to support my younger brother.” Aegon says wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulder, though it looks awkward since Aegon is short.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!” you hear helaena yell and you immediately embrace her, she pulls away and looks at Aemond, “You know it doesn't hurt you to smile right?” she teases and Aemond jaw drops, “I cannot smile! It's literally in the script, I'm supposed to look menacing.” he says and you nod “You did look menacing, even I am traumatized.” you agree which makes helaena laugh.

“So will you all be attending the party next week?” Cregan asks again and you shrug once again, “I would love to, but Lucerys and Aenys... And on top of that we have Visenya too now.” you remember your daughter who was just born recently.

“Aemond never beating the breeding kink allegations, not in the show, not in real life.” Aegon speaks up which causes you to laugh.

“Watch her reveal that she's pregnant with another kid now.” Jace jumps in, having heard the earlier convo and your face drops before a small smile creeps up your face and Aemond gives you a knowing look.

“No fucking way, actually?” Aegon asks shocked. And you nod.

“Dude let her rest, is your plan just to keep her full of you now?” Cregan says, earning a laugh from him, “That is my plan, yes.” he replies, which got him a smack from you.

“Seriously? Girl you just gave birth 4 months ago.” Helaena says before she glares at Aemond who just shrugs, “You really should shove a dagger deep into him, like actually.” Helaena says, rolling her eyes, which earns a smirk from Aemond, he covers his kids ears before speaking

“Mhm yes deeper haa” he says lewdly which makes your eyes pop out of your skull.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE AEMOND—”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and you hanging out with your colleagues, spending them with them as the filming had come to an end.

Small treat for those who want to live in denial, ONCE AGAIN I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE HAHSHAD this isn't an official ending of sf&a, unless you wanna live in denial, but like yeah,

I LOVED THE SERIES SO MUCH.

The way I’m smiling like a good reading this!!! Omfg I LOVE IT !

[squealing-santa]

i'll be okay

by: uwu!anon for: music!anon summary: the mission has clearly taken a toll on your mental health a/n: i apologise for the angst and merry (AHEM VERY LATE) christmas!!!! <3 warnings: swearing, nightmares, panic attack, depictions of violence, near-death experience, tickling words: 1.5k

"i'll be okay."

"i'll be okay."

"i'll be okay."

those were the words that you kept telling yourself.

but you weren't okay. and you just might never be.

you woke up drowning in your own cold sweat, hyperventilating like there was no tomorrow, the nightmares burning into the depth of your mind, grabbing away every ounce of sanity you had. there you were, cold and vulnerable, shivering in the blankets which had you sweating but freezing cold at the same time. every time you tried to fight the feeling of being petrified, you failed miserably. and every failed attempt made you tremble in fear.

what is wrong with you?

an avenger, the second youngest one on the team, barely older than peter by a few months. you should be old enough to deal with stupid nightmares. peter would never be like you.

what is wrong with you?

you were trained to do this, shooting enemies and doing heroic missions. all those years of training as a shield agent- why is this so hard for you?

what is wrong with you?

you fucking fought your way to be an avenger. you went from being a normal low rank shield agent to this, outshining millions of other agents- why couldn't you deal with a single, normal mission?

you fought to keep your eyelids open, but they felt like they weighed a million pounds. soon enough, your eyes closed into a deep trance once again, as your latest mission (or nightmare, for that matter) floated right in front of your tired eyes.

"RUN, Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE!" as you heard rogers say distinctly in the earpiece. you bolted, twisting through the maze of endless science products.

behind you, you heard loud footsteps chasing you. at least forty men, you supposed. probably armed.

BANG!

okay, they were definitely armed.

"fuck fuck fuck" you swore under your breath as they caught up with you. you were fast, but apparently not fast enough for a literal stampede of forty armed men.

dodging bullets, you managed to get through the door, sunlight temporarily blinding your eyes. you squinted, jumping down the balcony, feeling the sinking feeling in your stomach and expecting the all too familiar avengers aircraft to catch you perfectly as you landed.

it wasn't there.

screaming and flailing your limbs hopelessly against the air, it was you versus gravity.

guess who won?

"oh shit."

after a while- (a very long while)

"y/n! thank god!" steve's voice ringing in your ears. your head was pounding and you were pretty much really banged up.

"what the fuck was that? weren't you ready to catch me in the air, like we planned?"

"i'm sorry, the helicopter broke down and i crashed straight on the ground right as i saw you dive off." steve stared at you apologetically. seeing your bruises and scratches, he scratched his head sheepishly.

"i'm fine." you reassured him.

but you weren't fine.

you had succeeded in failing your mission AND nearly killing yourself in the process.

the dive of your stomach as you jumped down without a doubt, the fear when the aircraft wasn't right there to catch you, the terrified feeling that you were going to die. it didn't just go away.

not to mention the guilty feeling when you didn't grab the science vials and the forever unsatisfied urge for every mission to be a success. you failed.

sure, you knew the risks of being an avenger. but never had you ever been so close to death. and as ridiculous as it was, you had never failed a single mission.

and there you are now, crying and clutching at your chest helplessly, as you fought to forget those simple memories that would haunt you forever.

"y/n?" you heard a voice call out.

you jumped, turning your head. you hated that others could see this vulnerable side of you. normally stoic, unaffected y/n, broken down because of a few bullets and a long fall. pathetic.

you would never be accepted by the other avengers. you didn't have superpowers, nor anything special. even the other human avengers were brilliant. you weren't badass like natasha, or amazing at archery like clint. you were just you. normal. boring. you.

"wanda?" you whispered, trying to hide the trembling of your voice.

"are you okay?" her voice sliced through the awkward tension at 3 am, nearly making the overwhelmed tears rush through your eyes.

"yeah." you took a deep breath and sighed.

"it's okay to... talk to me, you know."

you stiffened, sitting up straight. "i don't need to talk to you. i'm fine."

"y/n." wanda stared at you straight in the eyes.

you didn't return the stare.

at that point, warm tears had gushed through your eyes, making your entire face a mess. you looked away in embarrassment, rubbing your eyes furiously to stop the long overdue tears from running down your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, i-" you were a loss for words as you tried to pull yourself together. to be seen as a mess in front of your idol, wanda maximoff, was too much too handle. you sobbed, blushing as you felt her gaze staring directly at you.

wanda's lips pulled into a reassuring smile as she held out her arms, raising her eyebrows as if asking for permission to hug you. you hesitantly nodded.

you practically melted into her embrace. this made you realise how much you missed physical affection. your family was never the touchy type, and training to be a shield agent wasn't exactly, well, lovely.

wanda couldn't help but let out a giggle at how you reacted to her simple gesture. you playfully glared as she rubbed her hands comfortably up and down your back.

she never asked about what happened, or why you were crying. never forcing your boundaries or triggering you again. but her message was clear: i'll be here for you no matter what happened.

at that moment you felt like you would be okay.

until the fingers started rubbing at your sides.

you could feel every one of her fingernails pressing gently into your hypersensitive skin, triggering the nerves in it. you tried not to squirm away, too shy to tell wanda what she was doing to you.

as she continued to rub on your sides, you let the tiniest of squeaks leave your lips.

wanda's fingers stopped.

time stopped.

you gasped inaudibly.

"you're ticklish?" the dreaded question left wanda's mouth.

oh god.

you could practically feel wanda's smirk burning at the back of your head as you covered your face bashfully with your hands.

"no?"

wanda scratched her fingers up and down your sides, eliciting a whole bunch of squeaky giggles.

"that's really cute, y/n"

you looked away, afraid to make eye contact.

"you don't think i'm weak?"

"what? no way! being ticklish is real normal y/n. it's just a human thing!"

she poked at your ribs.

"look at me, you dork. you're amazing, no matter if you have superpowers or not. it doesn't matter how great you are at fighting, or how many missions you've failed. we love you for who you are. and about the post-mission traumas, trust me, i've been through plenty of them. not to mention the time when hydra experimented on me and pietro, and even the time when pietro-" wanda swallowed hardly before continuing.

"there are always some things we can never get over. some losses. some pain. it's all part of our lives and we can't help it. so the only thing we can do is just live through life. i'm not telling you to just brush it off. but you're not alone, y/n. i hope you'll understand. everyone here has suffered through major losses and post-mission traumas. you can talk to us, you know? you don't have to be always reserved and private. we're a family here and that's what matters. we can help you. all you have to do is learn to trust."

"trust." you repeated. "i can do that."

"great." wanda's face broke into a smile. "now let's get you tucked up in bed."

as you went dove back into your bed which wanda had thoughtfully changed the sweaty covers of, you were afraid once again. you wanted to call for wanda, but it seemed unnecessary. you didn't want to seem like a baby.

"trust." you said to yourself. "WANDA!"

and that night, wanda maximoff, the scarlet witch, crouched uncomfortably next to your bed, insisting that she was okay. she held your hand until you fell asleep, brushing your hair out of your eyes, holding you tight.

the next morning, you whispered to yourself, "i'll be okay."

and for once, you really believed it.

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[misteria247]

i go to you and @sapphiretanto for anything i don’t know that’s leo related or just cool hc in general. sorry for breaking you with the leo and the cold questions lmao but i was thinking, in space he suffocated, and mikey in season two episode 3 almost drowns bc the squirrel things grabbed him by the neck, making it hard to breathe in the first place, and then dragged him under water, probably making him panic and start to drown, what’s your take on them being afraid of suffocating and are the other two boys affected similarly with something like that?

SGSHSGSGSGSH I'D FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY ORANGE SON TOO NOOO WHY DO YOU GOTTA REMIND ME OF THINGS-

(Baby brother really do be following big brother's example in this area huh????? Someone needs to get these kids into therapy plz-)

Hmmmm with Leo as I stated in the last ask, he'd probably stiffen up when it comes to this and would lowkey get incredibly uneasy and might even trigger an episode of nasty memories if it's too much.

Mikey on the other hand.......he'd probably try to downplay just how effected he actually is. He's the youngest after all, the mischievous one, the one who helps keep his big brothers spirits high when things are going to hell. He's the emotional support that his big brothers desperately need and if Mikey's down it could make his older brothers who are already carrying the whole world on their shoulders even more stressed and upset and that's the last thing Mikey wants. So much like Leo, he wouldn't let on that something was wrong. But when he's pushed to that brink it'd be a panic response. If something small and squirrel sized came running at him he'd just.....shut down and freeze. Heart racing, fear gripping him as he remembers being choked and dragged into water by the hellish little monsters. He'd get phantom like feelings of tiny little hands on his throat, choking him and cutting off his air supply and it's suddenly hard to breathe he needs help please someone help him kind of thing. And much like Leo, despite his best efforts his brothers would definitely find out and they'd be crushed by it.

Raph much like with Leo, would be angry that Mikey didn't say anything about it. He'd be angry that Mikey tried to downplay just how terrified of water and squirrels he actually is. He'd be so angry at himself especially because he had failed Mikey, he'd failed to protect his baby brother from harm and he's now paying the price and Raph would absolutely hate himself to the highest degree. Donnie he'd just completely shut down mentally and instantly start to try and figure out how he can help Mikey because he didn't notice Mikey's unease and he's supposed to be smart and know these things how could he fail his baby brother, his partner in crime so badly?????? And Leo........good God. Leo who's the mother hen and eldest child of the boys, Leo who's only wish and mission in life is to protect his little brothers from harm and to keep them safe. It'd be like his world shattering and waves of guilt drowning him because he'd failed to do the one thing he'd sworn to do and that's something that'll haunt him forever.

As for the other two Raph's definitely got a heightened sense of fear towards bugs. After having a mutaed cockroach try to kill him and his brothers, an alien bug trying to pick a fight with him and several other instances involving the creepy crawlies, Raph's definitely got a freak out mode for them. If he even gets touched by one he's most likely instantly as stiff as a bored and he's nauseous, his skin literally feels like it's beginning to crawl and he's desperately wanting to scratch at his arms to get rid of the phantom sensations of bugs crawling on his skin. It's a horrific experience for him and he's literally on the verge of a breakdown. Like I'm talking hyperventilating kind of breakdown. Dude can't even be touched by anyone cuz it's just so incredibly intense.

Donnie's most likely got a deep rooted fear towards April. Though not in the way that you'd think at first. Despite knowing that April wasn't completely herself at the time, Donnie can't help but get a bit uneasy whenever his friend starts to lose her temper. It's incredibly rare for her to do so thankfully, however when she does and it's to the point where things are floating and flying around in her fury, Donnie would instantly get tunnel vision of sorts. Kinda an out of body type of deal, where all he can think about is his best friend, the love of his life holding a glowing crystal. Of her losing herself to her rage due to its influence and quite literally tearing Donnie apart down to his very atoms, essentially killing him even if it was only for a brief time. It's the kind of fear that's born from uneasiness from a rather brutal death and extremely traumatic experience. And of course he hides this from April with everything he has because he doesn't blame her, not one bit.

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