#she is a mess and i am deeply obsessed with her

[frutavel]

i saw you tagged an oc named samaela on my post. who are they im curious. please share with the class 👀

(aka “i made that post about a character archetype i love and getting to hear about new characters that fit that archetype is literally the best case scenario for me”)

Oh hi for the love of god hello!!!

This is Samaela. My babygirl. I desperately wish I had more recent art of her to share, but alas I don't. A quick scroll through my blog also shows that Most of the posts I've made talking about her are also a few years old and outdated at this point but rest assured I think about her Constantly.

Samaela is a World of Warcraft OC, and also one of my oldest OCs in general regardless of fandom/universe. Long story short, she's a Forsaken hunter with little to no memory of her past life but Vivid memory of her death (by werewolf) and a history of making bad decisions in the name of Living Deliciously.

She was resurrected post Death By Werewolf, and the process caused her to Become Werewolf. Sorta. She's a weird little fiend and an abomination even by undead standards, which leads to her necromancer running All Sorts of Tests and Experiements. Now those aren't as bad or nefarious as they sound, really, but Samaela gets tired of being a science project pretty quick, so she moves as far away from her necromancer as she can, makes a few friends and enters a 2-ish year long situationship with her Boybestfriend, during which she indulges in many bad habits such as hunting living humans for sport and eating them, which garners her a reputation for being vicious and needlessly cruel. She regrets some of it sometimes, mostly she doesn't care, and gets off mostly scotch free because she's very good at weaving stories that paint her in a good light, and her folks don't like humans anyway. Which just emboldens her.

(Here seen with her Boybestfriend, Tari, my other babygirl, after a bad hunt)

Eventually her Boybestfriend has to leave, and she is Very Sad about it but they part amicably. Unfortunately having her voice of reason and only person whom she trusted in this whole wide world move away makes her Worse. She continues to be Very Good At Lying, but still ends up in trouble with the authorities a handful of times, some friends turn their back on her as a result and she makes self preservation her number one priority. This leads to a sleuth of Decisions which eventually end up putting the life of someone at risk, someone Very Important to her Boybestfriend, and once he finds out their relationship cracks even more. She jumps to anger and resentment straight on and continues to push people away and make more Choices, until her own life is put at risk and she's forced to rethink.

Currently she's at this rethinking stage. She doesn't regret most of the things she did, but she regrets the things that affected her personally. Empathy is a hard concept for her to grasp, but she's willing to make an effort for her own sake. At her core she still wants to survive above all else, and if that means letting people help her..... well, she doesn't like it but she'll think about it.

Samaela is Difficult, and she will never not be. She needs a strong support system to help her, but unfortunately the mere thought of letting her walls down and being vulnerable makes her sick. She is hard to get along with and harder to like.... but a handful of people have gone through the effort it takes to love her all the same. That's enough for now to keep her from spiraling more, but her fate is very uncertain. She has many amends to make and she's not exactly willing to make all of them, but her self preservation instinct is so strong it might as well push her in that direction even if just to keep herself alive.

Despite her many Ls she has many Ws. Women want her. Men fear her. She fucks hard and nasty. She makes dioramas in her spare time. She is surprisingly good at keeping people safe. She likes the color green so much she always has at least One green acessory on her at all times. She's not very good at swimming but still loves the beach. She has a gender that can be best described as Indescribable. Woman, but watch out. She can also pretty effectively communicate with her hunting dogs due to her mutations, and her insides are so rancid due to the Experiments that getting bitten by her in an immediate death sentence, and she is quite fond of biting. Because of this some have taken to calling her Plaguehound <3

As for her previous life.... well that's a whole other mess. All I'll say is that she has two living siblings, one who hasn't given up looking for her, but neither one would recognize her now, and it's unlikely she'd recognize them either. She barely remembers enough about her human life to know her name, much less about her family.

In fact, she has met her older sister in the past. It didn't end well for the sister in question. Dog fights are gnarly 💖

#asks answered #gumy-shark #oc:samaela #she is a mess and i am deeply obsessed with her #her voiceclaim is glaze/woodentoaster. yes the rainbow factory/awoken/beyond her garden/nightmare night/prototype vip guy #her sister survived the encounter also but not unscathed and possibly traumatized #granted she attacked sammy first and sammy didn't know it was her sister but also #chances are nothing would have changed if sammy did know. #they never had the best relationship and sammy might not remember the reason but she remembers the spite #she and tari are sorta making amends. they will probably never be as close as they used to be anymore but they're making steps #not sure where they're going but they're goinf #she sorta made amends with her necromancer too. sammy still doesn't trust her with anything relating to her body tho

[cal-flakes]

sorry for spamming your acc i’ve js been obsessed with your fics!! i was thinking like reader only just getting used to Rafe spoiling her and then overhearing people call her like a gold digger and going back to not wanting him to spend as much as a cent on her and crying that people think of her that way and him comforting her and assuring her he WANTS to spend his money on her and takes her on a shopping spree the next day or something? idek, ignore this if you don’t like it ❤️

╰┈��� spoil you

warnings: cursing, threats (sort of)

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hot tears trickled down her flushed face as her hands struggled, furiously shoving the lavish materials back into their rightful bags. ‘she’s just using him’ — the words cut and nipped at her as they did laps in her mind, spitefully. she couldn’t see the jealousy in those same words through teary eyes, she almost believed them. what am i doing? she thought.

exhaling deeply, she sat back against her bed, her fingers threading through the plush carpet as her eyes scanned the shopping bags before her. dollars upon dollars lay before her, scattered around her bedroom, hidden by the paper wearing all of the expensive names. dior, chanel, versace and so on. her hands moved to squeeze and pinch at her own skin, desperately wishing to be out of it. she felt disgusting, how could she let such a sweet boy do this for her? how could such a shallow girl wear such materials?

her racing thoughts were quickly distracted by the heavy footsteps on the stairs, coming to a stop outside her bedroom door.

“y/n? baby? you ready to go?” the voice asked so calmly, blissfully unaware of the mess on the other side. through sniffles, y/n quickly wiped away the remaining tears. “i—um, i don’t think i want to go..” she muttered, just loud enough for a frown to pull at his features.

he tilted his head, unbeknownst to her as he moved to the handle, working quickly to shove the door open. rafe’s mouth fell agape as he rushed towards her frame, curled up on the floor, tear marks painting the beautiful dress he’d requested she wore to their date that day.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong? did someone upset you?” he cooed, yet the gruff, threatening undertone didn’t go unnoticed. shaking her head, she relaxed into his touch as he slotted himself next to her, pulling her head into his sweater clad chest. “then why are you crying baby?”

catching her breath, her eyes moved to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes as if she’d burst into tears once again. “do you— do you think i’m using you?” y/n whimpered, blinking away any tears threatening to spill. rafe’s eyebrows knit together as he craned his neck to look down at her, all sorts of questions filling his mind.

“my sweet girl— what are you talking about? ‘course i don’t” he soothed, reaching a steady hand to cup her cheek. “why would you say that?”

—

after a good, long hour of more tears and an abundance of reassurance, rafe had finally managed to calm the flow of tears seeping through his sweater, through the art of forehead kisses and soft words.

“baby, what have i told you about listening to such spiteful words? huh? you are in no way a brat, or using me, or shallow, m’kay?” he sighed, pulling his lips into a thin line. “i buy you these things—“ gesturing to the mountains of bags and teddy bears, “because i want the absolute best for you, i want you to feel good, i want you to feel so unbelievably adored you don’t know what to do with yourself, alright?”

“but— but i can’t do the same for you rafey, i want to, i want to buy you things too! but i can’t..” she frowned, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “you do enough y/n, you don’t need to buy me things, the feeling of you lying on me at night is enough, the smile on your face when i walk through that door— is more than enough”

sighing contently, y/n nodded as she melted further into him— if that was possible.

“you gonna cheer up now? let me take you out?” he chuckled, twirling a slender hand around a couple strands of her now tangled hair. “mhm”

—

“wait! your walking too fast rafe!” y/n pouted, drawing a hearty chuckle from him as he came to an exaggerated halt. holding out his arm for her, he waited as she skipped along the concrete, giggling profusely as she quickly linked her arm with his. “where to first?” he asked, the infamous smirk once again plastered on his face.

y/n’s face scrunched as she thought hard about this question, her hand— which was tightly wrapped around his forearm, coming to her attention. “well, i do need my nails repainted, they’re so grown out now!” she chirped, beaming up at him hopefully.

chuckling, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before leading her through the streets. “little brat..” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “hey!” she yelped, swatting his chest. “that’s not funny!”

“only teasing sweetheart, what colour were you thinkin’?”

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#rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #dom!rafe #soft!rafe cameron #boyfriend!rafecameron #boyfriend!rafe #rafecameron fluff #rafe cameron fluff #rafe outer banks #outer banks rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe x reader #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fic #soft!dom rafecameron #rafe cameron brainrot

[nanowrimo]

Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Write a Clean(ish) Fast Draft

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Jesse Q. Sutanto is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

Dear Nano-ers,

My first book took me three years to cobble together. During that time, I joined Absolute Write—a free writers forum which I completely love and recommend to all aspiring writers—and I made a friend who convinced me to try doing NaNoWriMo. I was completely unconvinced, but I am a people-pleaser and I can never say no, so I agreed to try it for my second novel.

My second novel took me less than a month to write. It was a complete mess, but it was also a revelation. Often, I felt myself falling into that writing Holy Grail—the hole which consumes you, makes you forget the rest of the world, and absorbs you completely in the world you are creating on paper. I loved the process deeply, and never looked back since. All of my subsequent books have since been written in a matter of months. 

And you know what? They were all a horrific mess. I did not learn how to do a clean and fast draft until my NINTH book, and I don’t think I would’ve ever learnt without the help of NaNoWriMo. So here are my tips on how to best tackle a sprint-a-thon like NaNo. 

1. Try to come up with a loose outline.

When I first started writing, I was a pure pantser. I had no idea what was going to happen before I sat down to write. This is a completely legit way of writing, but I have since learned that it is massively helpful to have an idea, even a vague one, of what you are trying to say with your book. What was really helpful for me was to sit down for just five minutes before writing each scene and try to envision what I wanted the scene to achieve. Once I had that in mind, the scene became much easier to write. 

2. Break down your writing time.

Ever heard of the Pomodoro technique? In order to hit 50,000 words a month, you need to write around 1,600 words a day. That is a heck of a lot of words to write! Break it down. Set 10 or 15-minute timers and use that to your advantage. Trust me, if you told me to sit down and write 1,600 words, I would be like, “Omg that’s too much!” But if you told me to just write for 15 minutes, that feels a lot more doable. 

3. Give yourself permission to write trash.

Before each writing session, I actually say out loud: “I am going to write trash.” And this gives me permission to write whatever comes to my mind without judgment. You can always edit later, but for now, focus on letting the words out on paper. 

4. Lean on others for support.

I made the mistake of thinking that writing is a lonely vocation. In fact, it is one of the most social things I could do. Social media, while a double-edged sword, has done so much for the writing community. I have found all of my close writer friends through social media, and I chat with them every day and consider them my close, lifelong friends. Don’t be afraid to reach out and make connections within the community. You are not alone. 

Jesse Q. Sutanto is the award-winning, bestselling author of Dial A for Aunties, Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers, Well, That Was Unexpected, The Obsession, and Theo Tan and the Fox Spirit. The film rights to her women’s fiction, Dial A for Aunties, was bought by Netflix in a competitive bidding war, and the TV rights to Vera Wong was bought by Warner Bros, with Oprah and Mindy Kaling attached to produce. She has a master’s degree in creative writing from Oxford University, though she hasn’t found a way of saying that without sounding obnoxious.

#nanowrimo #writing #nanowrimo 2023 #writing advice #writing tips #writblr #by nano coach #jesse q. sutanto

[artemish]

Sous chef | opla!Sanji x fem!Reader

word count: 2.1k

genre/tags: Sanji x reader; first-person pov; fluff; pining (but is it mutual??); angst; hurt/comfort; friends to lovers

warnings: mild ptsd; mild trauma

summary: A restless night at sea turns into one of revelations, as the reader finds that the depths of the ocean are much like a certain chef’s heart…

a/n: Hello opla girlies! First time fanfic writer here!!

I am ever the lurker on this website, but something inside me changed when I started watching One Piece, and now I’m down bad for this crew (specifically for the hot cook)

So I thought I’d give it a shot, write a bit of fanfic and see where it goes! I’ve finished the live action and currently watching the anime, so my interpretation of Sanji is quite mixed, however I tried to stay closer to opla!Sanji. I’ve also left this open ended cos I might write more (who knows hehehe)

Shoutout to @honnelander for inspiring me to write again ☺️ (please read her go fish! series if you haven’t!! It’s great!!)

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰!

(。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Sanji often stayed up late during those long nights at sea, prepping for the next day's meals, making notes of what had been used and taking stock of the ingredients that were left.

It was almost obsessive at times, desperate even.

He ignored everyone’s concern for him to just take it easy and go to sleep, even Nami’s, and refused to give us an explanation.

He would count every last bean, every last grain of rice or drop of water that he could, and he had tried many times but failed to make an accurate record (mostly because Luffy would lessen the supplies significantly).

I hadn’t really understood his habit, until one night, when the waves were particularly rough and I was disturbed from my sleep.

Usually, rough waters didn’t bother me too much, but I was already quite restless that night and had only truly been half asleep.

My mind was a blazing mess from all the thoughts that had been looping endlessly through it.

Thoughts of him.

I sat up on the futon. My hair draped in a tangled mess around my face and over my shoulders.

I looked across at Nami, her back facing towards me, breathing deeply as she slept.

I envied her ease.

I hauled myself out of the bed and straightened the silk nightgown I was wearing. I slipped on the woven shawl I had laid out over my blanket and made my way down the corridor, towards the kitchen.

The waves had picked up their brutality and began to batter the ship quite hard, so that it swayed violently from side to side.

Gripping the sides of the walls and trying to match the sway, I wondered how everyone could sleep so peacefully.

The ship moaned and croaked as it continued to sway.

I stumbled into the kitchen just as it crashed against the starboard side hard, pushing the ship port.

The force took me by surprise, causing me to lose my grip of the wall and my footing.

I tumbled through the doorway, and slammed hard against the stack of barrels in the corner.

The momentum of the ship turned once more. Lurching towards the right again, I slid off the barrel and slammed face first onto the ground.

“Ah shit!” I yelped. All traces of sleep had officially left me.

“Luffy, that better not be you,” came a brash voice from the darkness, “and if it is, you best be walking out that door right now.”

“Ack, Sanji?”

In the dull light, I saw the concerned face of the cook instantly pop around the counter.

“Y/n! Gods, are you alright?”

He moved swiftly to where I was laying and gently lifted me up.

“You're alright now, love. C’mon up. That’s it, easy”

He swung my arm around his neck and held my waist tightly as he led me to the bench seating on the other side of the kitchen counter.

Despite the daze I was in, I still felt my heart quicken, at his firm grip on my waist and at the ease with which he picked me up.

“Sanji, what are you doing up?” I whispered, not because I was trying to be quiet, but because the knock had left me completely winded.

He sat me down and wrapped my shawl around me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as he did, and kneeled down in front of me.

“Are you okay? Look at my fingers, how many do you see? Are you cut anywhere, y/n? Do you have a concussion? Do you want some water, tea? What do you need, I’ll get it for you, anything you nee-”

“Sanji,” I said, holding my hand firmly on his mouth to keep him quiet, “I’m alright.”

I squeezed his shoulder, as I saw a sigh of relief wash over his face. “You really got to stop treating me like some princess you know.”

“Madam, you are the loveliest person to ever grace this ship. I would hate it if I couldn’t bask in your beauty everyday.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” But I could feel my stomach fluttering at his words.

He grinned, “madam, someone as lovely as you deserves to hear it said often.”

I shoved his shoulder. “Shut up!”

He laughed. He looked so soft in the light of the lantern.

“You didn’t answer my question by the way.”

“What question?” he asked, as he got up to sit next to me.

“Why are you awake?”

He turned his face away from me and shifted uneasily on the bench. “Why does it matter?”

“Sanji, why are you awake, really? What is it that you’re not telling us? You know I’ve lost track of how many times Luffy’s found you asleep in here because you’ve been up doing… well, whatever you do. What’s going on?”

He let out a deep sigh as he turned back around to face me, looking at me through the flop of blonde hair that covered half his face. He bit his lip hard and dropped his head, defeated it would seem.

The ship continued to sway and croak and groan, as the silence between us grew.

He looked small, afraid. I reached out to hold his hands and he took them eagerly, squeezing them tightly as he did.

“You all know about what happened to me and Zeff,” he said finally, “and I appreciate the kind words and empathy you’ve all given me, but you could never really understand what that was like, being out there. Waiting to die. The scorching, unrelenting sun in the day that made my skin flake off. The icy air of night that felt like daggers, prodding at my burnt flesh. Being hollowed out from the inside, from the hunger, until the numbness set in and I thought I’d melt into that shitty rock. Even being as careful as I was, as precise, I still didn’t have nearly enough food to survive, and it really was only by fate or luck, a real miracle actually, that we were rescued.

I guess I haven’t shook that feeling yet, that fear. It was easier to distract myself in the restaurant, you know, being surrounded by food and all, but here it’s different here. I-I just want be sure, I want to know that we’re good, at all times, because I don’t want any of you to go through what I did. It’s shit, yeah I know, but I’d rather not sleep then let any of you go through that.”

Again, the silence between us was palpable.

I felt like I’d been punched.

He breathed heavily, as if trying to catch his breath and I knew then that this was something he had kept buried deep within himself because the true nature of his fear was so horrific, so raw, who could ever understand it?

None of us had been out there with him, even though we would all do the same for each other.

But our sentiments were just words.

He had lived it.

The silence grew stifling.

I knew he would do anything to protect us from that fate.

“Sanji”

“You-you can’t tell the others. They don’t need to know, yeah? I’m happy as long as they’re fed with no complaints.”

“But Sanji-”

“Y/n, please don’t tell them.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

The mess of thoughts in my mind was growing.

He held my hands tighter and used them to pull himself towards me. His thumbs made circular motions on my palms.

I heard my heart pounding in my ears and I stupidly hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“Darling, I am a ball of dough in your hands. You can knead me and form me any way you’d like, and I’ll give you no resistance.”

“Pfft” I giggled and so did he.

At this, I felt like we were both at ease again.

I always admired his way of keeping things light.

“No, but, if you’d allow me, madam, to be serious,” he straightened up a bit then, “I suppose I was hoping that you’d find me in here. I was hoping that I could tell just you. You’ve got a way about you that everyone just finds trustworthy. I don’t know but there’s, there’s something about you...” He trailed off and laughed before he could finish, and I could see a faint blush of pink on his cheeks. “Sorry I-I ugh, I’m a bit sleep deprived. I’m just glad you’re here.”

I had never seen this side of him (or any side of him for that matter) though I knew it existed. Somewhere under the flirtatious, playboy persona he put out, I knew there was a genuine sweetness. I just wished I was more awake to really enjoy it.

Once the pain I was in wore off, my whole body felt heavy, like it was being pulled down with the full force of gravity, and the sway of the ship was less violent and more like the gentle rock of a cradle.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.” I swept his bangs out of his eyes and kept my hand cupped around the side of his face. I hadn’t realised how blue his eyes were until now.

Even in the dull light, I could see every shade of blue there was swirling in them, like the ocean’s raging swell on a moonlit night. I saw the sleep in his eyes weighing him down too.

“You know this is the most words I’ve heard out of your mouth since I got here.”

He grinned sleepily, “well I’ve just been trying to find the right time to talk to you, my swan.”

I could feel my cheeks burn and I hoped he didn’t see the blush come over them.

“I didn’t think the right time would be 3am, me face planted and bruised in the kitchen, but here we are.”

“You are alright now, yeah?”

“Of course,” I scoffed, “I’m just sleepy. You look sleepy too.”

As if on cue, he yawned and leaned back on the bench.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s super late. And Luffy wanted everyone to have a big breakfast tomorrow, you know with eggs, bacon, croissants, etc. Breakfast service is always the most important. But I just…” his voice trailed off again, but there was a hint of frustration this time.

“You just can’t sleep, like you cannot.”

“Yeah.”

“I get it,” I said, and I did, “the memories, they come back; more vividly, more real at night. It’s like it’s better to be awake than asleep. Like sleep causes you to relive the pain. Every moment, everything.”

“Y/n,” he said with concern in his voice, “what caused you pain, my love?”

My love.

Those words rang in my ears for some time, even now. Did he mean it?, I thought, maybe he feels the same?

Was all that flirting genuine or was he just being nice?

Was he just being Sanji?

It had been such a long, revealing night, but that stuck out to me and I couldn’t shake it.

He had been so open about his fears, not even the captain knew what he was telling me, I was sure of it.

So then, I kept thinking, why me?

If I didn’t mean something more, then why me?

While I was mulling all this over, I hadn’t noticed that I was leaning on his shoulder until he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly, so that my face rested on his chest.

The slit in his poet shirt revealed his tanned skin underneath.

I boldly moved my hand up his chest and traced his freckles with my fingers.

He played with my hair.

Friends definitely didn’t do this.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” I whispered, “just close your eyes, okay? And Sanji?”

“Yes?”

“If you need a sous chef tomorrow morning, I’ll be there.”

I felt his soft laugh hum in his chest.

“Thank you, y/n. I’ll take you up on that.”

He buried his face in my hair as he continued to hug me and I felt his whole body relax.

In one night, the chef had shown me that there were more layers to this cake of a personality he had than I had fully anticipated, and all of them were deliciously sweet.

Delectable even.

And confusing.

As we slipped further into sleep, we had also unknowingly laid ourselves out on the bench, still tangled in each other's embrace, and sharing my shawl for warmth.

An embrace that was a little too close for friends.

— — — — —

“We’re just friends, Nami,” I hissed, trying to restrain myself from yelling in her ear, “there’s nothing there! He-we- we’re just friends! There are no feelings, we are JUST friends.”

She found us in the morning and woke me up, leaving Sanji still asleep.

I flapped around our room, growling out my protests as I did, but it was no use.

She just sat there.

Just sat there.

Arms folded and tapping her toes.

With a huge smirk plastered across her face.

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

#opla sanji #opla sanji x fem!reader #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #opla x reader #first person pov #vinsmoke sanji #sanji vinsmoke #sanji fanfic #sanji fanfiction #opla #one piece sanji #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #actually down on my knees for this man 🙈🙇🏽‍♀️

[liyawritesss]

ᴋᴏʀʀᴀ ᴡ/ ᴀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ-ʙᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱ/ᴏ

-> synopsis: you're a bender who's dedicated your life to the art of spirit-bending. along the way, you've seem to have caught the eye of a certain avatar.

-> pairing: avatar korra + black!gn!reader

-> contains: pure fluff, 2nd person ('you', 'your', 'yours')

-> a/n: my very mild (not mild at all I am feral atm) obsession with korra has a returned and so you all will now feel the brunt of it lmao. also, semi-new format for the posts? what do we think?

-> join my taglist!

-> tags: @badass-dora-milaje @uranometrias @lees-chaotic-brain @jacuzziwaters

• Morning meditations become a thing, and this is huge because Korra isn't a morning person. If she could, she'd sleep well into the afternoon, but being an all powerful spiritual being that deals with the world's political and humanitarian problems doesn't let you sleep in as often as you'd think. So it's begrudgingly that she adopts an early rise schedule. But upon meeting you, she sees the far earlier morning rises as a way to spend as much time with you as possible, so she cherishes them greatly and learns to love waking up before dawn and heading out to the rooftops to be greeted by the sunrise.

• Does little things she knows that you know aren't like her to do because she wants your special attention. This is usually during training and will consist of her purposefully messing up her form or messing up in the middle of spirit bending (in the beginning this was less of a joke and more of a reality, but as she got better at it, she'd casually play as if she didnt know what she was doing) . Korra will always have this cocky little smirk on her face when you come over to help her, and all you can do is roll your eyes and do your due diligence to the Avatar.

• Korra loves your voice and will do anything to keep you talking. Will ask you history questions about origins of spirit bending or even asks you about theories and hypotheticals to hear you speak passionately on it. On the flip side, she's ironically helpful when it comes to research papers and articles you'd write about Spirit Bending. She doesn't try to distract you but ultimately helps test out your theories and their credibility.

• While protective of you and the dangers that could be faced with accompanying the Avatar, she wants you to come with her on her excursions. You're a valuable asset to the team with your spirit bending, knowing much more than she herself does, and it helps to have an extra set of hands on the job. There's also the added perk of you being a source of comfort for her that she never knew she needed until meeting you.

• Upon being part of the Avatar Krew, a lot of public appearances come with you being at her side as a sort of consultant. With the new age of human-spirit interaction, Korra believes that now, more than ever, the people need more examples of how to handle themselves and how to interact with beings they've only ever heard stories of. Even she admits that your calming presence and knowledge about the spirits as well as how to commune with them has gotten her out of a couple of publicity jams.

• You have matching charm bracelets that glow whenever one of you is spirit-bending, or just bending in general! When she had them carved Korra had no clue that the wooden beads would ever be able to do that, but upon seeing it the first time the two of you spirit bended an agitated dark spirit together, it gave her a revelation of just how deeply bonded the two of you had become during her journey and trials as the Avatar.

• Sleeping together is absolute heaven. After a long day there's nothing either of you want more than to rest in each other's arms. She feels the most comfortable and safe in your shared bed with you next to her, watching over her during the night. After engaging in your wind down routine, which usually either consists of you reading a book and her listening to the pro-bending match on the radio, or both of you talking about your day, snuggling up together under the soft sheets helps you two slip away into sleep in mere seconds.

• With her nightmares, they can sometimes get extreme, and when they do, she may slip into the Avatar State as a defense mechanism. She never feels it herself and at first didn't believe you when you mentioned to her the one time you really caught it; which was when she was sleep on her front with her shirt off one hot summer night and the outline of Rava appeared for a split second, before fading away as you attempted to wake her up. Though around the times of year when those traumatic instances happened, Korra could feel that she was a little tense and her spirit harbored some unease.

• Though not much could be done about those memories and those nightmares, there are times where you feel Korra slip away to meditate to calm her mind. Some times she will break her meditation to see that you've joined her, either with a book to keep yourself entertained and to watch her, or on a blanket next to her in a state of half-sleep.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

#black reader #black tumblr #black avatar #avatar the legend of korra #avatar korra #the legend of korra #tlok #lok #tlok korra #avatar korra x reader #korra #korra x reader #legend of korra #korra x y/n #korra x you

[jackchampiongf13]

“One hell of a Women.”

Word Count: 1.0k

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n has gone through lots of trauma in one lifetime. She gets mad at her one and only true love for risking his life in battle even though they aren’t even together yet.

A/n: I am seriously sorry for not posting anything for like weeks but school has been kicking my ass. Thank you so much for the support on my last post I love you all sm!! Also ik I said I would only ever write for Jack but I feel back into my obsession rabbit hole with Neteyam so I thought why not write a series(maybe depending how I feel) on it. Love you all❤️❤️😝🦃

————————————————————————— From a young age you were very mature. You were always silly, but oh so wise. When you were 4 your mother was killed by your father. You had witnessed this gruesome attack but still held deep love for your father. This made you stronger and a mighty warrior. In the village many people knew this, including Jake Sully.

Your mother came from the same background as Jake Sully. Making you very close to his children. Your mother had come with Jake and Norm and ended up falling in love with a Navi. This man turned against you and your own mother after being bribed by Miles Quaritch to have everything he has ever wanted. But he had to kill his mate. And you, but you survived which he did not know of. Thinking he erased his entire past he moved on and helped Miles with his plan to kill Jake Sully.

Since you had no one anymore Jake gladly stood up to care for you and convinced his mate Neytiri, who also was happy to be there for you because of how close the two were.

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“You fucking dumbass!” You shouted. No shouted is not good enough to describe how loud you were being. “What you thought that was ok to do? Lo’ak you are a stupid moron who does not take orders!” You flick his head making him jump back out from being surprised in pain.

“I- look I’m sorry I jus-“ he starts to get out but you flick his head again. “Listen to me. You don’t get to say sorry or say anything!” You start to go off on him but then his brother jumps in “Look Y/n this is my fault it’s ok let’s just go back ok?” Neteyam says in a tempting voice making you want to listen. “You too! You say no you don’t egg him on you idiot. I mean god I know he doesn’t listen but jesus drag him by his ear!” Lo’aks ears go down as he can’t even look you in the eyes, but Neteyam can. And he is. Making you almost stop. But you can’t.

“I’m older than the both of you! I get to yell at the both of you for being idiots. 1, Lo’ak are you kidding me? You get to have a role in the battle but you always need more! Fucking more? 2, your father, YOUR CLAN LEADER gave you a role to follow but what do you do instead? You don’t listen! I don’t care if he’s your father and you don’t care if you get in trouble by him but I do! I’m in charge of your asses out there and if either of you get hurt I get shit for months.” Neteyam starts to smirk while looking at the both of you. He’s thinking Lo’ak deserves this big ass lecture.

“AND YOU! Don’t even start to smirk. Say no! No Lo’ak! I will not let you mess up everything and HARM so many other people because you are selfish!” You yell pushing your finger into his beautifully chiseled chest. He stands there listening respectfully like the gentleman he is. “Guys I’m sorry but what were you thinking?! You could have hurt yourself Lo’ak! You could have killed your brother too! And I know I’m this moment it may not seem like it but I love you both so deeply and don’t want to see you get hurt.”

They both smile at you and you roll your eyes and walk off pissed. But god so heavily in love with Neteyam.

“I don’t understand what you see in that women Neteyam.” Lo’ak says while looking at his brother watch you walk away.

“She’s one hell of a women and it does stuff to me” Lo’ak frowns.

“Get a room freak.” Neteyam frowns at this comment but can’t help just rethink everything thay just happened and smile the slightest bit.

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Hours later you are in your tent just laying on your cot. You start to feel sorry and want to go apologize realizing you were way to harsh. Especially on Neteyam. It’s not like he can control his crazy brother.

Before you even know it your legs are taking you to your crushes tent. You begin to walk slowly but your heart begins to beat faster so you pick up your pace just to get this over with.

“Nete are you here?” You know hoping he’s not. “Yes come in!” He shouts back. Oh shit.

Walk in and smile and he smiles back. He looks into your gorgeous eyes but you quickly look away to much of a coward to look at him.

“What’s up? You’re not one to apologize you are way to stubborn.” You giggle knowing this is very true. “I know but I can’t help but not say sorry. I was being very selfish back there. I know Lo’ak never listens you couldn’t do anything about him.” You start to fiddle with your fingers but he stops you and makes you look him in the eyes. “Look love it’s ok I thought it was funny you going off on him. He totally deserved that and now he’s scared of you.” you laugh again.

“I am sorry Nete it was so rude of me.” He takes your hand in his “Love stop apologizing.” Your cheeks betray you and start to blush hard for the second time at the nickname.

“Nete, I-“ suddenly a scream is heard and next thing you know your running towards the mysterious noise.

#neteyam imagine #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader

[heavenlyyuri]

basic info

♡ . my name's yuri but you can also call me himmel or law. i really like all three of these names so you can use them interchangeably (if you'd prefer to use one over the other that's fine too) (yuri is what i personally prefer)

♡ . i was born and raised a 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩GIRL👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and my pronouns are mainly she/her but i don't mind they .

♡ . i am the lesbian of all time ever. female same sex attraction began with me. i'm also on the ace spectrum and heavily demi + idemromantic

♡ . i'm west african and i really like my hair

♡ . if friedrich nietzsche and franz kafka and fyodor dostoyevsky had a child it would be me

♡ . i am a huge fan of jojo's bizarre adventure,, madoka magica,, tbhk,, shadows house,, castlevania & so on

interests

♡ . i play games a lot and my favorite game series of all time ever is the tales of series (i've only played two installments). i have a sideblog (@talesfairy111) dedicated to posting about tales of arise & berseria so you should totally follow me on there if you're into either of the games 🙈

♡ . i also play genshin. my NA UID is 621347121 and my EU is 717069979

♡ . i LOVE classical music i think it is so amazing to listen to and just such an experience. i don't have a fave composer right now as i mainly just listen to whatever sticks out to me

♡ . i like girls a lot and if you're a girl i think you should follow me and we can be mutuals

♡ . i also really like hearts (shocker) and pretty things // making things pretty

♡ . myself . i think it would've been really funny to leave this at one word but i need it to be known i am very deeply obsessed with myself and you will see proof of that very often

♡ . my less prominent interests are philosophy,, psychology,, astrology & astronomy. i'd like to learn more about these topics one day

♡ . i'm also a big fan of the obscure // unknown and anything ethereal. sometimes i like to pretend i exist only in nameless concept

♡ . basic dni criteria

dni

♡ . i mostly have nothing against religion but if you're a super dedicated follower of an organized religion or actively post about it there isn't anything here for you either

♡ . if you're a man i'm not exactly going to chase you away but there really isn't anything here for you so

♡ . there isn't a super strict age limit so feel free to interact regardless of how old you are. i'm a lot more willing to be mutuals and possibly friends if you're 17 to 20 though

♡ . get lost if you believe misandry is a real issue

♡ . get lost again if you're a bi / m-spec "lesbian" or support them

♡ . i don't have a lot to say here actually. if you're a weirdo i will just laugh in your face and move on

♡ . i might include my socials once i have something other than pinterest (yuriofthevalley). my tiktok is a mess so i will probably make a new one once i feel interest in that app again

ending note

♡ . it was really nice talking about myself. i should've written this sooner

♡ . previously @hearts444wren & @m00nlitzen1th & @yuriiofthevalley

#intro post #blog intro #reblog heavy #jojo's bizarre adventure #classical music #madoka magica #castlevania #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #shadows house #tales of #tales of series #tales #tales of arise #tales of berseria #2005 #this is what makes us girls #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #just girly things #just girly thoughts #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #mutuals

[maggiedanikka]

Let Me Go

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, (eventual) Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, very brief mention of sex, Angst, pregnancy

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, Life and circumstance drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

Author’s Note: Hi y’all, I am back from the dead. Truthfully, I haven’t written anything fiction for a freaking long time. I’m a political science major so I have been writing only research papers and journals for the past 3+ years. Please bear with me here, I don’t have an  editor or anything, will probably just make my little sister read it (but she’s the meanest person ik so it would basically be like having an editor). Anyways, I have recently become OBSESSED with Top Gun: Maverick and basically fell in love with the characters and their universe. This idea came to me as I was getting ready for work and I disassociated the entire drive thinking about this specific plot/story. Next thing I knew I was at work with no recollection of driving there lol. But I am deciding if this will continue to be a one-shot or if it should be a little mini series, let me know!

Rooster Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4tS2I0YnKUSrBOMSUCqLgh?si=6a1898d0be474904

Hangman Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z4lAcBPvbCx19NWni8DVS?si=f7da4ba91773424e

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Italics is past

“Mommy! I can’t find my dress!” Your 4 year old daughter screams from her bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you have plenty of dresses, just pick one!”

“Not just any dress! I want the dress with daddy’s planes on it!”

You walk into her room, covered in pink pastel wallpaper with a gigantic pile of dresses greeting you and a missing 4 year old.

“Astrid! Where are you sweetie? Your dad is gonna be home soon and we need to clean this mess up.”

You see your daughter planted face down on the floor of her closet.

“Daddy is gonna hate me forever, if I don’t wear my dress!” She cries with a muffled voice.

You laugh as you shake your head, your daughter may look like you but definitely inherited her father’s flair for the dramatics.

You pick her up and sit on the ground, placing her on your lap.

“What makes you think your dad is gonna hate you if you don’t wear the plane dress?” You ask your daughter as you wipe the tears from her face.

“Because Daddy loves planes! That’s why he goes away all the time, so he could fly in the air! If I wear the plane dress then Daddy will want to stay here with us.” Astrid pouted.

Your heart breaks for your little girl. Jake’s job often took him away for sustained periods of time, often not knowing when or if he’s coming back. You never wanted to stand in the way of his dreams, and the arrangement was fine for a while. You kept busy with your job as an attorney at a large law firm, trying to pay your dues and work up to a partner. Then, on the special occasion that Jake would come home the reunion was always explosive.

What you had with Jake just worked for both of you. You were both deeply passionate and ambitious about your careers and it was comforting to know that you found someone who understood your drive. Most importantly, you loved Jake so intensely. Being with him felt like being on fire. It was the kind of love that had you screaming at each other at the top of your lungs at 3am, cursing his name, only to end with you under him as he fucked you on the nearest surface.

Getting pregnant changed that dynamic. Your mind wanders to when you first found out about your daughter.

The 3 ClearBlue Pregnancy tests sat on your bathroom sink, all adorned with the same terrifying word, “Pregnant”.

Your best friend breaks you out of your lull. “So no doubt, you are definitely pregnant, what are you gonna do?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” You reply. “This is coming at such a bad time, I’m up for an important promotion at work… and then I'm gonna have to go on maternity leave…and I can't drink alcohol or coffee!! I LOVE COFFEE. I can't stop drinking coffee! And then-” My bosses will NEVER Your best friend interrupts your tirade, “Okay (y/n) you need to breathe, stress is bad for the baby.” She says jokingly. You glare at her in response.

“Besides, you’ll have Jake right?”

“Oh shit, Jake. I forgot about that. What am I gonna tell him? This was not at all part of the plan. Kids were not even on the table!”

You suddenly hear the front door open and Jake’s booming voice as he travels up the stairs. “Hey sweets, I’m home!”

“Oh shit I forgot that he was coming back today. Quick! Hide the tests!” You toss the pregnancy tests to your best friend who fails to catch them.

“Eww no, I’m not touching those! You peed on them!”

“Come on work with me here! I don’t want Jake to see them!”

“What’s going on here? What don’t you want me to see?” You freeze as you hear your husband’s voice behind you. Jake looks on the ground to see the three discarded pregnancy tests scattered on the floor. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are those pregnancy tests?”

“Well this signals my exit, call me later (y/n). Jake, always a pleasure.” Your best friend says as she leaves the room.

Jake looks back and forth between you and the tests on the floor, you stand frozen in front of his gaze. Both of you break out of your daze when you hear the front door close.

“Jake…” You begin to say

“(y/n), please tell me those pregnancy tests aren’t yours.” Jake interrupts.

“Well I can’t because they are…” You reply with a sigh.

“So you’re… we’re pregnant?” Jake asks.

“Yes…” You respond meekly, bracing yourself for an argument and possibly a yell. Instead you were surprised to feel a set of strong arms around you.

“I can’t believe it, Sweets! I’m gonna be a daddy!” Jake smiles into the hug.

“You’re…happy?” You were very, very, confused. “I thought you didn’t want kids?”

“I know we haven’t talked about it, but I want a family with you (y/n). And I know that things are hard because I’m always away and you’re busy kicking ass as a lawyer, but I think we’re ready” Jake admits, giving you a soft smile.

“Jake, I’m scared. What if I’m not a good mother, I’m too career focused and I can’t be the doting wife and mother that you and our future child deserve.”

“Don’t say that (y/n) you are the smartest, most passionate, caring…” “And the hottest woman I know.” Jake adds with a smirk “You have been an amazing partner and I know you'll be an even better mother.”

You smile as you embrace Jake and pull him down for a kiss. “I love you Jake.” You tell him after you pull away. “I love you too Sweets.” He replies “And I promise I will be around more, even if it means saying no to missions. I wanna be able to see our baby Hangman grow up”

Except he didn’t keep that promise. He did take a leave after finding out you were pregnant and was home throughout most of your pregnancy and the birth of your daughter. But when he got called back to Miramar for a special detachment, he couldn’t say no. He came back from the mission still the cocky and self assured man that you loved but something had changed. After not being chosen to fly the mission and left as reserve he felt like he had something to prove. So every mission, every detachment, anything the Navy would give him he’d ship out. He had to prove that he was a better pilot than Rooster. Bradley Bradshaw, of course you knew your husband's rival, but that’s something to think about for later.

This resulted in huge rifts in your marriage. You were passed on for promotions and big cases because you had to miss meetings and retreats to take care of your daughter. Everytime Jake promised you he would come home, a new mission would come up that he couldn’t pass up. He missed out on Astrid’s first steps, her first words, the first day of kindergarten. So when he told you a month ago that he was coming home you honestly did not expect him to actually come.

You were used to Jake not coming home when he said he would, but your daughter whose eyes were full of hope and adoration for Jake still believed his empty promises and you did not want her little heart to be exposed to disappointment just yet. So if Jake bails again, you will actually kill him.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts and reply to your daughter.

“Sweetheart, your daddy loves you too! Not just planes, and you know all he wants to do is spend all of his time with you. Your dad just has a very important job and he does it to keep you safe.” You tuck your daughter’s stray hair out of her face.

“Now no more tears, you don’t want your daddy to see you crying and think you’re not happy to see him right?” You teasingly say to your daughter. Astrid gets up with the renewed energy only a toddler could have.

“No! Of course not mommy!” She screams as she runs back into her bedroom.

You pull yourself off the ground and follow your daughter into the room. You spend the next 20 minutes folding the giant pile of dresses and your very eager daughter putting them back in the closet. This pays off because you eventually find the infamous plane dress. Your toddler breaks out into squeals after seeing that you found her dress.

“THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I'm going to put it on before daddy gets here!!”

You smile to yourself as you watch Astrid run to change.

You walk downstairs to make sure that the rest of the house is in order, while Jake never complains about the mess, you know as a Navy man, cleanliness and order is hardwired into his brain. When you see that the house is to your standard, you sit on the couch, happy for a minute of peace after a busy morning.

After a few minutes you hear keys unlocking the front door signaling Jake’s return. You watch as Jake pulls his pack into the house and takes off his shoes, he stops as he feels your gaze on him. He gives you his signature cocky smile “Sweets!”

You were about to reply but instead was interrupted by the loud boisterous yell of your daughter.

“DADDY!”.

Astrid runs down the stairs and throws herself into her father’s arms.

Jake catches Astrid and spins her around in his arms.

“Well hi there Pixie! Did you miss me?” Jake smiles at your daughter.

Jake had a big sweet tooth, he loved chocolates and candies like he was an 8 year old boy. It was something you noticed when you first started dating, which is why he gave you the nickname “Sweets”. He couldn’t resist a Hershey’s bar when he was on leave and his love for Reese's cups was unmatched. You later found out that his favorite candy (for the life of you, you could figure out why out of all the candies in the world this was his favorite) were pixie stix. He always told you that he avoided candy whenever he was on mission, leaving it as a sweet treat at home after a job well done. But you couldn’t help but sneak a pack of KitKats and of course Pixie Stix whenever he left for deployment, staying true to your nickname.

When Astrid was born, you couldn’t believe how much love he held in his eyes for the little pink bundle, and you knew that she would have him wrapped around her finger forever. He nicknamed her Pixie, after his favorite candy.

“Look at my dress daddy!” Astrid exclaims as Jake places her on the ground. She twirled and ran around the room and you wondered how such a small human can have this much energy.

“Are those F-18s?” Jake asks you. You chuckle while nodding your head. “Where the hell did you find a dress with F-18s made for children?” Jake asks amusingly.

“I think you seem to forget how good I am at online shopping.” You reply with a smile, “and your daughter here INSISTED that she just HAD to have a dress with her daddy’s planes on them.”

Astrid smiles as she hugs her father’s legs. “Well you have a good eye there (y/n)”

“Thanks Jake.” You reply before sitting up from the couch and patting down your work skirt.

“Well I have to head out to work, I have a big case with lots of depositions to go over so I probably won't be home until after 7.” You inform him.

You crouch down to your daughter's level. “You’re gonna spend the day with Daddy. Remember to not let him eat too much candy, and make sure you don’t mess up your room again, okay sweetheart?” Astrid nods in response.

“Why aren’t you spending the day with us mommy? Daddy just came home!” Jake gives you a sad look.

You open your mouth to reply but before you could answer Jake tells your daughter “You know how daddy has to go away for his job sometimes? Well mommy also has an important job defending good guys so she has to go away for a few hours, but she’ll be back in time to tuck you in.”

Astrid looks down in disappointment but nods. “I just want to be with both of you, it’s been a long time since you’ve come home daddy.”

Your heart stings in pain knowing that your daughter didn’t know the rift that is currently between you and her father.

“I promise, after I go to work today, I will spend the rest of the week with you and your dad, okay sweetheart?” Astrid’s pout finally turns into a smile “Okay mommy! And we could all play and watch movies and bake cookies…and-”

You laugh as you pull your daughter into a hug. “Of course! I love you and I will see you later okay baby?”

“OKAY!” Astrid screams as she runs to her room to get her toys to play with. You and Jake watch her run up the stairs and disappear down the hallways.

You start to give Jake instructions

“All her snacks are in the pantry, there’s some chicken nuggets and fries in the freezer, but if she doesn’t want that you can always get her pizza or get a can of chicken noodle soup, she loves soup for some reason..” You stop your monologue when you notice Jake staring at you.

“I missed you Sweets” Jake says softly looking at your face.

You finally stop to look at him, still handsome as ever with his muscles apparent under his white shirt. He looked good, a little sadness in his eyes but you remind yourself that it would be a mistake to ask any questions.

You offer him a small smile as you put on your work pumps.

You open the front door and walk out of the house. You hear him ask a question that stops you in your tracks,

“You’re going to see him aren’t you?”

You feel a heavy weight settle on your chest, tears welling up in your eyes. Gathering just enough strength to look back at him,

“I’ll see you later, Jake.”

#hangman x y/n #hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman #jake hangman seresin #rooster #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman angst #rooster angst #hangman x reader x rooster #top gun #top gun maverick

[odue-sp]

Bakugou Katsuki x Male Reader

inspo: integral - dios

M/n is Izuku's older brother who is also quirkless.

TW: potential age gap, undiagnosed depression, anhedonia

M/n knew how the blonde explosive boy looked at him. It was strange but he couldn't care less about the child's feelings. He only cares for Izuku and his mother, some boy who gave him flowers and a small clay abomination wasn't important...

"Wow, Kat-chan! That's amazing," he heard his brother shout looking at the mess. His cold and sharp words could no longer be said... 'For Izuku.' he thought as he reached over and carefully took the presents. With the same smile he gave his brother he sang praises.

The light in his eyes when he did. It was something that was amusing. Like a pet getting a treat. No, a pet would listen more... They wouldn't leave such a bruise on his brother's body. At night, he would stare at the clay mess. His hand clenching over the object like it was filth before Izuku gently grabbed his hand. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Oh," his smile appeared again as he picked up the greenette and sat him in his lap. "It's okay. He'll just make more anyways." He spoke calmly as he crushed the mess in his hands. Izuku stared in shock. The flowers were in the trash. Unlike the ones that he gave. They were littered around his room, some even hanged to dry.

Though he was quirkless, he didn't treat him any differently.

"Mama?" His eyes gazed over his mother's pained face as she hugged her son tightly. "Mrs. Midoriya, as you know, there was an incident at your son's school," oh right. They kept talking as he just stared. "What do you have to say for yourself?" The teacher asked as the principal watched. "Mama, did I make you cry? Km sorry," he stood up and took a tissue. Gently wiping her tears away. Resting his head on her shoulder.

His eyes gazed over the two adults...

She was crying again. What happened? She covered her face as she dropped to the floor. The nurses rushed to her side as the doctor carefully pulled him away. "Mama..." He whispered. "Hey, how about we play a game." He turned his head towards the man who tried to take his attention away from his weeping mother. "Something's wrong with me, isn't there?" He asked while glancing at his hands.

The doctor seemed shocked.

"I've noticed. I don't care for others. The only people I care for are my mother and brother," He spoke as he stared deeply at the doctor who slowly became uncomfortable with the intense stare. "My classmates, they wanted to kill me," he remembers why he was sent home that day. "Why am I here? Shouldn't they be evaluated? They threatened to kill someone who is quirkless,” his voice slowly became agitated. "They were going to shove a pencil in my mouth and they used their quirks on me," he remembers the blood.

The screams.

"Oh, is it because they were girls in the mix? Damn, I should've kept their mouths shut."

"Oh, you should keep your mouth shut. You may have a quirk but it doesn't stop you from dying. A gun is easy to purchase these days."

The doctor stared in disbelief.

The doctor didn't stay quiet.

He was sent to therapy, so much therapy and given pills to keep his symptoms at bay. He was somewhat better, he clearly had interest in anyone other than his family. "M/n!" Katsuki rushed over with another flower. He reached over and took the flower with a smile. Without Izuku's praises... "Thank you, it's wonderful."

The flower was thrown away later that night.

Years later...

M/n was part of the Shie Hassaikai. Overhaul was obsessed with the quirkless male, he was perfect. He was stronger without the quirks. He was able to aim perfectly. Everything was perfect to be a right hand man. The fact he couldn't care for anyone was a bonus.

And that he became.

Eri, a child that reminded him of Izuku. His eyes widened as he read the experiments she endured and was heartbreaking. But he needed to make the world perfect. So Izuku could be the only hero. So he could be like All Might. "They could never outshine him." He spoke as he hugged the very thing that could make it happen.

Eri mistook that as love. She saw his face. "Shh, my little brother looks like me. If you ever see him. Run to him. Let him be your hero."

She found him. He was her hero.

He smiled.

"M/n!" Izuku shouted as it was his turn to visit his brother. His classmates stared in shock. This was new! He gave a soft smile towards his brother, he was lifted up with ease before being put down. "M/n." His head turned to see Katsuki. That same light... It was amusing to see it again after so many years.

Izuku was now a teen. He knew that look and blocked him. "M/n! Let me show you the dorm! Even the school!" He grabbed his hand and dragged him away. He knew about M/n's diagnosis. "I was going to say hi," he spoke up after they stopped. "No you weren't." He glanced away. "He's so pitiful, still having a crush after so many years. Isn't that pathetic?" Izuku flinched.

"Not now." He whispered and dragged him away. "It's funny, how do you think he would look if I told him I broke every one of his gifts?" He pushed his brother's button knowing he still cared about his best friend. "I want to tell him. How disgusted I was to pretend to like them." It seems they didn't notice the group stopping and listening.

"Stop it, did you take your medicine?" Izuku asked, his fists shaking holding in anger. "Plus those kids he hung around? Did he think being so annoying was cool? Ah," he sighed out. "I guess I don't need to even hide it anymore." Izuku's eyes widened turning to see his class staring in shock.

Katsuki's eyes shadows as he clenched his fists.

"Oh dear," M/n walked over and ruffled his hair. A gesture that would bring many feelings... Now it only felt fake just now. "Don't feel bad. I was born this way. Even if you try your hardest," his hand moved away with a fake smile reserved for only Katsuki. "I won't be able to love you or anyone for that matter."

Harsh reality.

They were young adults now.

Katsuki didn't care anymore... But every time he heard Izuku talk about what his brother was up to... He couldn't help but feel hurt but didn't want to miss anything. "M/n is getting married," Katsuki's eyes widened. He said he couldn't love. Did someone achieve what he wanted?

The wedding was beautiful, and the bride was just as beautiful. The kiss they shared made Katsuki sick. Izuku and his mother smiled tearfully.

Katsuki couldn't handle it. He walked out quietly for a smoke. The party was loud and it managed to snap him out of his thoughts when he drifted too far. M/n appeared out of nowhere, smoking as well but away from the blonde who only stared.

That smile again, so fake (yet so handsome). "Oh, hey," his voice was terrible (beautiful). "How's my wedding, nice right?" Salt to the wound.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #male y/n #pseudo's ff #seudo's ff #mnha #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x male reader

[orkbutch]

Your take on Isobel and Aylin is absolutely galaxy brain and I love it so much. Taking the kintsugi scarring implication of making the damage a part of the subject's story and highlighting it… Isobel's messed up resurrection and all the sleepless, endless moon shield channeling that followed... the two reunited, but irrevocably changed… but still so beautifully touched by divinity and so in love... anyway I'm feasting. Thank you so much.

Yes, yes, YES. And I'm OBSESSED with how these two who have all those themes going on are tied directly to Shadowheart's story, and i WISH that was explored more in the game, because like.... what a PERFECT parallel it is for her story.

Her first solid brush with Selune, the thing that ultimately rents her connection to Shar (other than your friendship, which is arguably the biggest catalyst but not exclusive) is Aylin and Isobel. Not just Selunites, but The Selunite, the daughter of Selune and her only lover... and they're not at all perfect avatars of good, but fallen creatures in recovery. Touched and permanently changed by death and cruelty, just like Shadowheart herself. In them there is rage, grief, a struggle with their families. Isobel's father became her greatest enemy, the person who permanently rotted her body. Aylin is righteous and faithful to the moon, but cant help but wonder why her mother didn't help her; for all her obvious rage at Kethric and others that would try to exploit her, I think there's a lot of untouched anger and confusion and hurt she has toward Selune for having to endure what she did. Obviously these are not mirrors of what Shadowheart feels toward her actual parents - that is something all of its own that. man. I'd love to write about sometime, especially the way it connects to cult experiences, because I thought it was just harrowing and amazing... but it DOES mirror how she feels toward Shar, her spiritual mother. The confusion, and hurt, and certainly present but hidden rage, which only spills out in her occasional cruelty. Why did all of this happen? Why did this God have to do this to her? Why didn't she care like she said she did? Why was she capable of hurting me so deeply? What am I now? How will I ever come back from this? All of them have these caverns of lost time. Everything is permanently changed by the mechanations of things they once admired or worshipped, and trusted deeply. I'm obsessed with their whole Deal

#moon trio #thats my tag for them now #bg3 #ask #shadowheart #dame aylin #isobel thorm #the fic i've been writing about them btw is indeed about all of this dfksd with a Selunite paladin Tav thrown in for good measure

[silviakundera]

I'm gonna need kunning palace to give me a lot of the main otp in the last episodes, we have 8 left (this is why I don't f*ck with this 40 ep rule because now that we're getting the main relationship the show is over and everything that came before was also necessary). I'm gonna need to see how deep JXN's love for him becomes, I know people are obsessed with dedicated ML but I enjoy otps where it's more equal and I love seeing a female lead protect and support her otp the way he does her, even if it takes a while like in ming lan she had completely reasonable issues and took a while to warm up to him but when she did she was 1000% in and showed just how much she loved him, I personally don't appreciate unbalanced relationships where it's just one party sacrificing and being a lot more dedicated no matter the genders.

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Hard to say, depends on how close they stay to the book. They've been quite faithful to the novel so far but at the point we are now is where I feel fairly confident that we're gonna diverge. Because in the novel the otp gets VERY dark before they get better. There's a reason why Xie Wei has been holding himself back & restraining his emotions. He's a whole mess of anxiety & PTSD and he has to work through his traumas. Both these characters have been a burningdog.gif meme and saying everything is just fiiiiiiiine but in the novel when they finally get alone on center stage together things get REAL because it's masks off. And underneath they are a whole mess.

imo the key to this pairing, and why we don't get a love confession from her until the very end, is what she thinks when she finally publically claims him (fittingly, she doesn't claim the lauded scholar but the unhinged figure that the public now finds monstrous):

Shen Zhiyi asked: "Ning Ning, do you know what kind of person he is?”

Jiang Xuening said, "I know."

This person forced her to kill in his previous life; even in this life, he still thought about taking her to die with him. He is definitely not a good person. How could she not know?

It can even be said that she knows better than anyone else. Because she has seen his truest and craziest side.

Shen Zhiyi asked again: "Do you like him?"

Jiang Xuening thought for a while and said, "I like him."

At this moment, Xie Wei's palm trembled slightly, but there seemed to be thousands of lights and shadows passing by in his mind, and finally there was nothing left, just staring at her blankly.

Yan Lin stood too far away, no one could see his blurred expression clearly.

Shen Zhiyi also didn't speak for a long time.

She didn't fully agree, she was afraid that her Ning Ning would be sad because of the wrong choice, but she couldn't stop her, and all her worries finally turned into one sentence: "Then you really know what you are doing now?"

Jiang Xuening smiled at her: "I understand."

And not only know what to do now, but also what to do in the future.

So calmly: "I want to marry him."

"..."

That night, he asked her once, but she didn't answer, so he never dared to ask again.

But now she says she wants to marry him. Xie Wei suddenly couldn't tell whether this was real or a dream: didn't she want to leave him and go find Zhang Zhe?

Jiang Xuening also saw that he didn't comprehend. "You are really, extremely smart, but you just don't like people."

Talking about love, this person is stupid to death.

I am too afraid of losing what I have, and I seem to think that what I have will eventually be lost, so I am paranoid, extreme, and I refuse to show weakness to others and say all those words.

Jiang Xuening felt that this person was too similar to her previous self.

There are some things that I don't understand, so I bash my head against it.

She blinked, with tears in her eyes, but took his hand, tiptoed to kiss his cool thin lips."

//

Part of the reason she feels so deeply for him is their deep down similarity, but the novel is Jiang Xuening's journey to love & accept herself, letting go of the pain & shame from the past. She doesn't reach this point until the end, where she recognizes and accepts her own darkness and thus his, and also believes it doesn't need to define their future. Everyone now thinks she is the saint and he's the sinner but she knows they are both.

The novel epilogue shows they are finding a peaceful life together, the urge to fight and claw at life and each other has finally passed. But though in the last 30% of the novel we get tons of couple-time, all the gestures of devotion are coming from him. She's not ready. I frankly have no idea how much the drama will change the last 30%, and it won't land the same cause I'm sure they have to tone down how scary the ML gets...but regardless I do think we won't get a confession until the last act.

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#story of kunning palace #cdrama #spoilers #meta #guuuuurl extreme doesnt even cover it 😂😭 #why are u guys like this #tbh anon i dont think this will be to your taste #but we are almost there so just hang with us 😘

[guerrerajaguar]

Are you ever going to finish the CEO rengoku x reader story?

Hey there! I felt really happy that you asked for this <3 and the answer is absolutely yes! I hope you like it

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader (part 4)

Tags: @lalachanya, @aijlin @misslili265

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 1

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 2

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 3

One Step Ahead

Kyojuro Rengoku has never been so abashed in his life before, his mind keept playing tricks on him as he mentally tried to recreate the scene that had just happened.

“Good bye, Rengoku-san”

Why? 

Why was it so hard to get close to you? His hair was a complete mess by now as his hands desperately tried to look for an outlet to his growing exasperation. 

All of this and for nothing.

This was also the first time he could not get whatever he wanted. This feeling of failure was a completely strange to him. 

And all due to someone that up until a couple of weeks ago, was an absolute nobody.

This was certainly a growing obsession and for strangely as it could sound, he loved every single minute of it. The growing deception of you slipping through his fingers will only make his victory more delightful. Although, by that point, he wasn’t sure there could be any chance of triumph at all. 

Was there a way for him to slip into your heart?

He sighed deeply and soundly, right in the middle of his solitary CEO office. His jacket messily resting over his expensive brown oak imported desk, his tie loosen all the way up to his chest and his heart beating painfully. He was surprised by the fact of all the things he had to go through for realizing that he had fallen in love with you.

“I just hope that I didn't humiliate myself more than what I already have…”- He said, thinking out loud, not aware that there was someone listening to him.

“And why would you do that, brother?” - Almost laughing, replied Senjuro, the youngest member of the Rengoku dynasty. He was the entire opposite of his older brother. He was kind and respectful, everyone in the office enjoyed his presence, and even though he was still in college, it was not uncommon to see Senjuro working along with some multidisciplinary teams. He was really committed to help his older brother with the family company management, even if he did not agreed with some of Kyojuro’s ways.

“Ah Senjuro, what are you doing here at this time? Should you not be out with your friends on a Friday evening?”

“Mother sent me to look for you, as it seems you forgot our family gathering.”

“Was it today?” - He immediately checked his phone calendar and dropped himself deeper into his chair as he saw with disappointment that he had, indeed, completely forgotten about his family responsibilities. Pinching the bridge of his nose he continued:

“I am on my way now, I will apologize to our mother’s family…”

“What is with that expression, Kyo-ni? You look terrible!”- Senjuro said with a very affable expression, having a very good guess what the cause of it might be.

“To be honest with you Senjuro, I really don’t know anymore…”- He gave his brother a bitter side smile as he gently massaged his temples.

“Let me guess, this problem has a first and last name, pretty smile, beautiful hair, dazzling eyes and more important of all; she hates you.” - Said the younger blond while sitting over the elegant CEO desk.

“Senjuro, how could you possibly know that…?” - He was completely shocked to learn that at that point, he was so down bad that it was completely obvious.

“Well, I am not a kid anymore Kyo-ni! I can clearly tell when a man is suffering for love. But honestly, I thought you were a bit more charming. Because, I can assure you, that treating a girl so badly to make her quit is not the easiest way to get into her heart.” - He chuckled softly as he picked up one of the small crystal trophies that Kyojuro had given to himself, and that he so pridefully showed off.

“That is nothing like that, at all.” - He said while staring at the glass triangle statuette and he couldn’t help but to feel ashamed of the ridiculous idea of awarding himself.

“You see Kyo-ni, that is exactly the attitude that put you in THIS situation” - he returned the award back to its rightful place- “ You love to make things more complicated than what they should be, oh, and that horrendous pride of yours!” - Senjuro was smiling widely.

“By this time, it's pointless Senjuro, she really doesn’t want to know anything about me.” - His expression was serious but full of deception.

“That is because she doesn’t know the other side of you. We just need her to give you a chance to get to know you and I am sure that her perception of you, will change.” - Senjuro took out his phone and after he typed something on it, he showed Kyojuro his search results.

“Senjuro, I appreciate your help but I honestly don't think that this will make any difference”. - The CEO said as he took his younger brother’s phone.

“No offense Kyo-ni, but you need all the help you can get and as I see how you have failed so miserably, I will suggest that you take my advice.” - He smiled triumphantly as Kyojuro took a couple of minutes to weigh out his options.

“I guess it won’t hurt to try, and indeed, you are so grown up now that I never realized the time you stopped being a kid… ” - He chuckled loudly as he playfully hit one of Senjuro’s shoulders with his fist.

“This is owned by a friend of mine, so I will make sure that everything goes out perfectly, alright? I think this will be either a hit or a miss.”- Senjuro kept texting while Kyojuro and him walked out from the CEO’s office.”

“I really hope that Y/N likes it… “ - Kyojuro concluded as he reached the elevator as a secret bystander caught a significant amount of that conversation. 

Friday had finally arrived and you could not believe how suddenly you stopped desperately waiting for the weekend to arrive. You still had to go to work but you were finally enjoying it and living your best work life. The Uber driver left you at your friend’s front door. This was barely the second time he invited you over, so you contributed with a small peach cake and a your favorite chilled beer.

Your friend opened the door as soon as you knocked. A very manly and profound scent escaped through the entrance, it smelled just like his jacket, so deeply of him. This situation, unconsciously made you feel safe, so you stepped in as if that home was yours. He was wearing a very tight black shirt with washed-off denim jeans and his hair was entirely placed back in a low pony tail, exposing his face completely.

“Made it just in time and brought these goodies with me.” - You said with a soft smile, while Giyuu picked up your coat from his hands.

“I was wondering if you were going to come at all” - Giyuu said with a playful sarcastic tone.

“Ha! You wish! You promised me movies and popcorn and I wont leave until I get both.” - you said as you walked into Giyuu’s living room while he placed the cake and the beer inside the fridge. He was a very neat and organized man, and that of course, was not a surprise at all. His apartment had a minimalistic style, everything had a dedicated place, not a lot of decor, but colors were perfectly balanced to make the place look very sophisticated.

Everything seemed to be in its righteous place, except for the living room. And oh boy. Your blue eyed friend had definitely gone over the top with this improvised “home theater”. The space in front of you was filled with fluffy over-sized pillows on top of a cream-colored rug, every single blank space was filled with equally soft blankets, it was a dreamy invitation to throw yourself to sink into that overwhelming comfiness.

Without a second thought, you sunk yourself into that pillow fortress, fitting your body in the middle of all those blankets, just like a little girl. As you scanned the place, you noticed a gray cabinet that had some pictures on top of them. Your eyes observed them from left to right. 

The first, you assumed, was one of his family; you recognized his sister and two other people that looked just like Giyuu and Tsukako respectively. The second picture was him with his best friend Sabito, you have met his friend the first year you both became close at Giyuu’s improvised birthday party. He was a very vivacious guy, a bit too loud for your liking but a good person after all. And the third picture was you and him during the last company Christmas party. 

Something settled in your stomach when you looked at that picture, as usual, Giyuu had barely smiled at all, and if you remembered correctly, you almost had to forcefully drag him into the photo booth. Naturally, you made sure to pick the most ridiculous attire to make you both look even more ridiculous. You politely gave him a copy of that picture, being sure that if he did not threw it away, then it will never see the light of day ever again, to say the least.

But no, there it was, the picture was beautifully placed inside a golden frame, decorated with very delicate flowers. You could not recall where your copy was. Maybe you left it at your old desk? You probably would never know.

As if he had received a silent cue, Giyuu reappeared into the living room and beamed softly as he saw you already cuddled into the pillow nest that took him almost 3 hours to set up.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I believe we should get another picture together, don’t you think? A photo where I don’t make you feel miserable.” - You chuckled as Giyuu’s puzzled expression made you yank your face into the picture direction. Your friend’s face flushed instantaneously, he had totally forgotten about that picture, what was he thinking leaving it laying around just like that? 

He walked towards you, popcorn in hand, not really knowing what to say, so he tried his best to calm himself.

“I- I was not miserable. I had fun.” - He offered you the bowl without staring at you, you grabbed a fist-full and continued:

“I still think it’s a good idea to get another picture, I am afraid I left my copy at the office… Let’s take it the next time we go to the movies!” - you concluded before munching the little buttery softies.

Giyuu’s heart was racing wildly, he suddenly remembered the conversation he heard between Rengoku and his younger brother earlier that day. Because of that and various other reasons he had to make that day, THE DAY. He did and could not wait any longer. Will he summon enough courage to speak about it?

It was his turn to pick the movie, The Conjuring was within the repository of your favorite ones. You inadvertently drank a bit too much beer and end up finding the movie scarier than what you remembered. As nervous as Giyuu was, he mustered enough courage to speak softly to your ear:

“If you are scared, you can always look comfort in me, you know?”- he said it in such a velvety but inviting tone, that your body felt an electrical discharge that ran through your body, directly to your toes. You were sure that your heart was going to break loose from your chest any moment now. Your attention was directly driven into your blue-eyed friend. In which moment did you placed yourself under his shoulder, innocently resting on his chest?

He stared at you for a moment as well, his eyes slipped to your lips, you swore you could listen Giyuu’s wild heart beating as well. You both started to lean over, reducing the distance between the two of you, did Giyuu closed his eyes already? You quickly wondered what would Giyuu’s lips taste like, but instead of leaning over, you stood upso quickly that you stumbled and fell back into the pillow-free sofa.

“Oh wow! Look at the hour? Is that late already? I am so sorry Tomioka-sa… I meant, Giyuu, haha!”- You spoke broken words intertwined with nervous giggles, desperately looking for your shoes and phone. You were clearly impaired by the booze you drank.

Giyuu was still in shock, paralyzed with amazement trying to recollect what had just happened. That was not the way he wanted things to happen.

“Found them!” - you said with your phone in your hands while desperately requesting the first Uber driver you could get.

“Hold on Y/N, I-I…, please let me explain…”- he said as he watched you, hopelessly, getting ready to leave any moment now.

“Oh no, you are good! I was the one that took advantage of your hospitality, I better take my leave now. You probably have very important things to do tomorrow morning and I am here, keeping you busy very late at night!” - your head was a mess, but your heart was even more confused. You have never wished that someone responded to your Uber request as fast as in that moment.

“I-I, understand. I-I… at least let me take you home, I do not want you to take a cab by yourself with all the beer that you drank.”- he muttered sadly as we picked his keys and his jacket.

“Oh no, no need, there is an Uber driver already waiting for me outside!” - You lied, smiling at him, walking quickly through the door, but as your hand reached the door knob, you briskly returned, kissed your friend’s cheek and said to him:

“Can we talk about this another day?” - Giyuu Tomioka had never understood the out of body experiences until that moment. His hand automatically traveled to the cheek where your lips had rested an instant ago. You took that moment of shock from your friend to walk away quickly to meet your in-existent Uber driver. Maybe it was fate or the power of your thoughts, but a car was waiting right in front of you and after confirming the vehicle identity information you opened the door and rapidly entered.

“Good night, thank you for taking my request!” - you said without looking at your driver, as you were still staring through the rear mirror with the hope of catching a glimpse of Giyuu. Make up your mind already, you spoke to yourself.

“Y/N…?” - Your driver responded and as you identified that voice, you snapped your entire attention to the driver now.

“Akaza-senpai?!?”-

Ok so, I took forever to write this part but believe or not, I had this in my drafts for a long time now. So I still have not decided what is going to happen between Akaza and Y/N but I have 2 different possible outcomes with these too.

I felt really bad for Giyuu baby :c, but we all love a good dose of drama, don’t we? I wont promise to update soon because I don’t know if I would be able to but I will certainly try my best. Adulting takes most of my time since I became a functional adult lol.

I for sure will be updating my devoted husbands next, I JUST LOVE this self insert story hahaha.

If you have read the other CEO Kyojuro parts I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if you are a fellow fiction writer you might know how some days we can feel like our writing is not good enough and that’s ok! I do this for fun and will try to be a bit less harsh on myself.

If you are reading this story for the first time, I wanna welcome you to my writing blog and want to thank you deeply for taking the time to read my lil story, I hope that you like it and you have the chance to read my other writings. Until next time- Disturbia. 

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[generallysapphic]

put you at ease +18 (king valkyrie x reader)

you and your king celebrate three years together, deciding to take a week long vacation far away from new asgard, spending all the missed time together.

currently obsessed with king valkyrie, really, like she has completely taken over my brain and i wanted a change in pace in characters im writing for and then i watched the newest thor today and left throbbing so here we are.

reader is originally from asgard! ofc she’s black with a short coily fro, just a little taller than val.

warning as usually i’m so so consistent; overstim, praise, pet names, spanking, role play, housewife treatment, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, giver! valkyrie, sub! reader, pregnancy kink, breeding kink,

dedicated to my loves; @vlkyriesverse and HAPPY BIRTHDAY @verachii MWAH MWAH❣️

tag list: @letitias-fav @rxcently @thatrichhoe @blackgcomica @dejaonline @no-oneelsebutnsu @inmyheadimobsessed @blackgirlfariy @mocha-aya @satincherub @dailydiaru @g4yforu @letitiasleftfoot @shuriszn @chatitajens @imaginativethinking

you feel yourself pulse around valkyrie’s fingers, sighing with her other hand over your mouth as she tries to get off a conference call, you in her lap, practically jumping on her thigh for release.

“yep, uh huh. i told you the budget would be done before september, what kind of king do you think i am?” she moves her fingers again, brushing right past your g-spot as she says the last part, smirking coyly at the phone that’s under her shoulder, holding it at her ear. you’re a cruel one, you think, huffing and shaking against her, still not cumming just yet.

“yea, and i like i said, thor’ll be here, it’s just three weeks, alright? new asgard will be totally fine. okay, yes, bye now.” and she finally, finally hangs up and puts the phone, moving her hand from your mouth and settling all her attention on you, and you gasp out, whining. “oh i know my love, i know sweetheart, you were so good, so good,” she coos in your ear, holding you taught, still rutting against her thigh, you feel her muscles flex under your clit and moan louder, finally so close.

“i’m— im cumming, ohhh fuckkkk, i’m cummingggg, please—!” and you feel your clit pulse under her fingers, your pussy squeezing around her and you toss your head back, bracing yourself in her shoulder and the other hand on her desk and moan loudly, squirting and pulsing under her, still moving against her thigh and sighing. “good girl, so lovely,” she whispers into your skin, still holding you waist and you moan in overstimulation after your orgasm settles and passes, and she takes her fingers out, sighing and looking at your cum on her fingers.

you whimper and hide in her neck as she licks you off of her hand, smiling, “you’re so sweet, my love, thank you,” she sighs, kissing you deeply and you moan against her mouth, weak and docile after cumming so hard. she rubs up and down your back, soothing you over and pulls away and looks into your eyes. you smile, “what?” and she smiles too, “just happy is all, love,”

you laugh shyly and agree, sitting more comfortably on her lap now, before it dawns on you that you’re completely naked in her office on the last day before her vacation, “oh gods, val, i’m totally naked! we still haven’t packed fuck!” and suddenly you’re up, scrapping together your skirt and top off the floor and valkyrie huffs at you, “i mean we still have four hours till the flight,” and you gape at her, “four hours too little! and you’re not wearing any suits on vacation, so i know you need to pack!” she sighs and puts her arms up in defeat, standing up and adjusting her suit. you’re nearly out the door when she calls to you, “you made a mess on my favorite pants, love!” and you feel your face heat, storming off.

you get to your room, suitcase on the bed, open and barely packed. you sigh, valkyrie had called you into her office for “something very important” and just ended up fucking you on a conference call. she completely interrupted your pack process and it had you huffing as you finished, grabbing clothes from your drawers and shoving them in your suitcase.

despite your fake anger, you were more than happy to finally get away with your king. you two had both deserved it, more valkyrie than you, as you mostly were her gorgeous eye candy. but you did your best wherever you could; giving her inputs on which laws mattered and what she should vote on next, but you were mostly home, cooking, reading, cleaning, and all that sort of thing, waiting for her to come home after meetings.

you gasp when you come to the realization, and valkyrie is stepping into the room, “what?” she asks behind you standing at the door, her pair of pants in her hands.

you turn, “you’ve turned me into a housewife!” you accuse and she laughs, all the way deep in her stomach. “well yes, i suppose i did, but i told you you wouldn’t get much done marrying me; you’d just be my wife,” she says smugly and you walk around the room, grabbing your clothes and such, “i can’t believe this, what would my mother think?” you ask yourself as you head to the bathroom, grabbing both of your toothbrushes.

valkyrie answers you, “i’m sure she’d be more than happy to know you’ve married a king with an incredible skill set,” and you laugh, “yes, you have every skill except packing, go!” and she laughs again, coming behind you and kissing your neck before heading for her luggage as well. you sigh again, the smile you have on your face spreading. your king was so sweet to you, always making you laugh and keeping you happy. though you had begrudgingly accepted being a housewife, being with her all in all made you the happiest you had been in a while.

she comes back, “you’re smiling pretty hard there, love, thinking about me?” and she’s at your side and you smirk, shoving her a bit, “are you packed then?” and she presents her ‘packed’ suitcase to you proudly and you raise an eyebrow, “if i open this thing and see a single suit, i’m leaving you,” she fakes hurt on her face and slowly backs away and you yell after her, “i swear if you aren’t packed in the next hour, no sex for a week!” and it’s the only threat you can make that she’d take seriously. you laugh a bit to yourself once your hear drawer and drawer flying open and her suitcase unzipping.

the flight is quick, you and valkyrie luckily made it in time despite her terrible packing. the resort is gorgeous, water that stretches across the sand far and wide with some of the clearest reflections you’ve seen. it’s nothing like new asgard, you can say confidently, there’s little people and much more peace, something so calming about finally being away from home with the person who married you had you smiling on the sand.

valkyrie comes next to you, a margarita in her hand for you and a beer in the other and she sits down, sighing, watching the waves with you. you smile more, taking your drink and leaning on her shoulder, sighing. “it’s beautiful here, right?” you say and she nods, taking a swig and wrapping her other arm around you. “i’m just happy to have gotten away, really needed it,” and you nod, agreeing.

“how do you feel now that you’re away, my king?” you tease and she laughs a bit, taking another swig, “you only call me that in bed, don’t say it out here,” and you laugh at her explicit language, nearly spitting out your margarita. “what shall we do first then, hmm? maybe go for a swim or exchange gifts?”

valkyrie shrugs, “what have you gotten me then?” and you giggle, “gifts it is. mines still in the hotel, but you’ll love it,” and she raises her eyebrows clearly interested, and smiles. “well, mines in my pocket you want it now?” and you nod, sitting up and looking at her and setting your drink down on your towel. she reaches in her pocket, sighing a bit before she holds her hand out with a fist.

“okay, i know you’re going to do that thing where you tell me not to do something but ive wanted to get you this for a very long time so just, hear me out okay?” and you smile shyly, “okay,” and she pulls out a small box.

you take it in your hands, opening it and revels a small ring, something you can’t even recognize before it hits you. your eyes swell, “val, no, you didn’t..” and she cuts you off, “nope, i told you not to, just … okay, i know it’s a lot,” and you’re fully crying now, nodding and trying to listen, “but, it’s in my culture to do this for a life partner and i consider you that, so, yeah,”

you smile and the ring slides on your finger easily, and it’s the perfect size because of course it is. it says her name, brunnhilde, made from the same stone and silver from her own home of true asgard, stone that was in currency right before hela attacked. your heart swells, the only other person she had given anything like this to was her past partner, someone she so rarely talks about. but you heard it, how important it was to her and how special it meant you were to the other person.

it makes you sigh out and cry again, “i know you don’t want me to make a big deal, but i literally can’t think right now,” you stttuer out and she laughs, grabbing your face and wiping away your tears. “okay well can you at least stop crying, my love? it was supposed to make you happy,” she jokes and you laugh again and nod, wiping your nose and leaning forward to capture her mouth. she kisses you sweetly, and you can slightly taste the beer on her lips. you sigh and smile into it, grabbing at her hands in your face.

once you pull away you laugh, “now i feel like mine isn’t worth shit,” and she snorts with you, shaking her head as the sun sets over the waves, “no i’m sure it’s great, my love. do you want to go back and open it for me?” and you nod, starting to stand and valkyrie stands before you. you get up but your legs are weak, and you smile, “look at what you did, making me all soft inside,” and she laughs, extending her hand to help you.

you’re walking back, you’re attached to her hip entirely, smiling and holding her hand with the ring in yours. “you really like it, huh?” she jokes and you laugh with her, nodding unabashedly, “incredibly so, i think it’s better than my wedding ring,” and she laughs once you reach the door to your hotel room and she smacks your ass slightly making you jolt and laugh, “you better wear both,” she says and you nod, turning towards her and wrapping your arms around her smiling, “i’ll wear whatever you want, my king,” you say it again and she smirks, wrapping her hands around your waist.

“can i get my gift before i keep you in that bed?” and you gasp a bit, nodding before heading to your luggage and opening it. “okay, so you had you wanted to try it a while ago so i looked into it, so,” you pull out a purple box, the big IVF letters exposing the gift to valkyrie’s eyes and she gasps. “oh gods,” and you laugh a bit, walking towards her, “now you can get me pregnant and make me the housewife you’ve always wanted me to be,” you joke but she’s speechless, blinking wordlessly as she flips over the box and reads the instructions.

you look at for a moment, “are you okay?” you say to her and she finally looks up, one of her braids in her face, “i am going to fuck you so hard,” she practically promises and you laugh a bit, nodding, “you’re laughing but i’m so serious,” she says again and she’s smirking now, placing the box down and grabbing your waist once more, albeit a bit roughly. you smirk a bit, “yeah? gonna fuck me and get me pregnant?” you joke back but you can tell she’s serious, she doesn’t say anything back, she pushes her mouth against yours, silencing whatever you were going to say next.

you moan against her mouth, sighing and running your fingers through her braids. valkyrie keeps you close, rubbing all over your skin and pushing you back against the bed. you sigh as she pushes you down and you find yourself laying down, valkyrie smiling down at you. you sit up slightly, “before we start, i wanna try something,” you whisper out and valkyrie smiles and leans down, kissing you softly, “what did you have in mind, love?”

you but your lip, not really ready to admit it. “i really wanna be your housewife, val. like, you treat me like it and i know i say i don’t like it but… i really do, so can you—?” and she agrees, nearly breathless, “yeah, yeah. i can, you wanna be my pretty housewife? you want me to keep you and fuck you over and over and over again?”

you nod, breathless and biting your lips, “yeah, yes i do, please, please—” valkyrie licks her lips and climbs on top of you, kissing at your mouth and stripping away your clothes and exposing your skin to the coldness of the room. she attacks your nipples first, playing with one bud in her hand the other in her mouth. you moan and lift yourself to her mouth, sighing and your legs move together, squeezing around your arousal. she moves her hand against your legs, sliding her fingers against your drenched pussy. you moan a bit, hips stuttering at the pressure like you haven’t felt her before.

she moves away from your nipple, it’s wet and hard once it touches the cold air. you huff, feeling her spread your legs more, “lemme see, love, open up for me,” and you do, spreading your legs and she maneuvers you to take off your shorts and underwear, your pussy is suddenly out in the open, and you can feel yourself leaking on the sheets below. you sigh and thrusts your hips up, and valkyrie sighs, “oh, so pretty my love, so fucking gorgeous,” and you nod, looking at her with hooded eyes. she leans forward and kisses your clit, the nub pulsing under her mouth. she sucks a bit, keeping your legs open when you gasp out in surprise.

valkyrie holds you there, sucking on your clit softly, not giving you the pressure you’re used to. you moan softly, “val— please, please more, i want more,” you whimper out and she pulls away, a wet noise leaving your pussy. “you want more, huh? she teases, sliding her finger against you and you nod, whining, “yeah—!” and she smiles, “then what do you say, baby?”

you gasp once you feel her fingers inside you, the digits moving in and out slowly, still teasing. “please— haaa, oh please, my king, i need you, i need more, ohhhh please—!” and she sighs, adding her other hand to your pussy and putting pressure on your foot while her other hand works inside of you, “there we go, baby, that’s it, say it again for me,” and you buck, head tossing back as you feel your orgasm flow through your body slowly. “please! my king, please pleasee— i, i’m cumming, oh val—!” and you pussy clenches around her fingers, your clit pulsing under her thumb. you moan out, high pitched sounds escaping you, and she coaxes you through it, body convulsing and your pussy squirting slightly.

she pulls her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and licking your cum off her hand. you sigh and watch her, spreading your legs a bit more to show you still needed attention. “please, i— i want more please,” and she nods, leaning over you and her braids falling on you. “i know, baby, i know, i’ll fuck you soon, okay? just be good for me, alright?” and you nod, she kisses you swiftly, sucking slightly on your lips and you can taste yourself on her mouth.

she gets up from above you, presumably to get her strap, and you smile. “v?” you call and she responds from the bathroom, “can you get the one i like?” and she laughs a bit, “i’ve already read your mind, baby, i got it,” and you chuckle a bit, moving around to get on your knees, presenting your pussy to her as you level yourself on your forearms. she comes back, smirking, “wow, look at you, all spread out for me huh?” and you nod, spreading your legs a bit more. you look back at her, “gotta be a good wife right?” and she smiles, getting behind you and kissing your back and butt, sliding her fingers against your clit and you gasp, moaning, “yeah, you are a good wife, aren’t you, baby? i should just fuck you and get you pretty and pregnant, huh?”

you gasp out and nod, feeling her strap slide on your pussy. you moan, “yes, yes! please, please, my king, fuck me, get me pregnant i need it—!” and she’s inside you by the time your finished rambling, moaning when you feel the ribbed edges move against your walls, breaching you all the way till the hilt. you gasp out, drool falling from your mouth which hangs open. she sighs, kissing at your shoulders, and moving her hand against your lower stomach, and feeling her strap bulge against your body. you groan and she does too, “you feel me, love?” and you nod, the words dying in your throat, not being able to speak anymore.

valkyrie smirks, before pulling out and slides back in, you gasp out and twist. she thrusts again, one hand holding your hip and the other feeling the bulge that pokes your stomach. you whine and your forearms give out as she starts a harsher pace, “ouhhh— fuck me, fuck me, please harder,” and your mumbling, completely lost because of valkyrie’s dick. she mocks you, “such a good little housewife huh? you like my dick, baby?” and you nod, slurring and drooling. she holds you tighter, hands gripping your waist harder and harder and you feel it, your pussy starts to convulse around her and you moan, trying to keep it down.

she knows your body better than anyone though, and she murmurs against you softly, “you gonna cum, my love? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” and you nod, whimpering and sighing, she leans forward and puts her fingers in your mouth, hand slipping away from your stomach and you suck on them, so happy to have the anchor. you moan unabashedly around them, slurring out, “cumming, i’m cumming, oh please, please i— i’m so close, FUCK!” and you cum once more, squeezing around her dick and pulsing again. you feel your pussy squirt again, the fluid leaving you as you gasp out silently and she groans against your back, thrusts coming to a stop as you twitch in overstimulation.

she sighs against your back, and you groan, your orgasm subsiding and you feel her pull out, the sound of pussy and heavy breathing left in the room. you fall to your side, signing and moaning against the cool air and valkyrie comes to your side, kissing the dent she left in your hip and opening your legs after slapping your ass a couple of times.

you groan, and she smiles against your skin, “come on love, one more, yeah? gotta fill you up again?” and you huff and nod, laying in your back and spreading once more. valkyrie wastes no time, sliding her strap inside you once more, grinning at your hip and you groan out, hands grabbing the sheets.

she gives you no rest, fucking into you once more, deep and hard and you gasp out, back arching and body moving against her, “ughhhhhfffffuucccckkkk— val, valkyrieeee, i’m, im —!” your mind was mush, she felt like she was everywhere inside you, her hands playing with your tits and her thrusts slapping against your core, you felt full. she groans at the sight of you, moaning, and leaning down to capture your drooling mouth, “want me to cum inside tou, love?” she gasps against your wet lips and you nod, twisting your thighs to pull her closer, locking her with your wrapping legs. you feel her smile against your lips and you nod more aggressively now, “please, please, please my king, i— i want it, i want it, so bad, cum inside me, please, haaaughhh, fuck—!”

valkyrie nods, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm approaches and you whine, feeling yours creep through your pussy as well. she holds your position, thrusting to get there, “cum for me, be my good girl and cum with me, yeah? can you?” and you nod, her voice piercing your bloodstream and you can’t help it when your feel your pussy clench around her again, your clit pulsing and she halts her thrusts as well, hips stuttering against yours as she cums, eyes closed and biting her lip, groaning against yours.

her orgasm lasts for a bit, she’s still moaning and moving by the time you’ve come back to earth. you hear her sigh and exhale above you, your eyes still twisted shut after the over stimulation. she leans down to kiss you properly, you can feel the bite marks she left on her own lips against yours and you sigh, declawing yourself from the sheets and wrapping around her, moaning in her mouth. she wraps herself around you, your legs still locked onto hers and she’s all around you now, her muscles vibing all your body.

when she finally pulls away your eyes blink open and there’s a drunk smile on her face as there is yours, “hi,” you whisper and she laughs a bit, and whispers is back, “hi,” you smile and she kisses you again, slowly pulling out and you whimper against her mouth, and calming you by rubbing up and down your body.

once she’s finally pulled out, she pulls away and lays next to you, breathing deep and relaxing. her muscles are still flexed once you lay next to her and cuddle up, “you alright?” you whisper first and she laughs a bit, “i should ask you that, love, i think you squirted like three times,” you lean up and cover her mouth in embarrassment, cheeks hot and a shy smile on your face, “you don’t need to say it,” you whisper and she laughs again, putting her hands up in surrender. you remove yours and lay down again, “i’m fine, thank you,” and she nods, “and i am as well, thank you checking on me,” she says sweetly.

you mumble and lean up to kiss her, rubbing up and down her tight stomach, the sweat and likely your cum that lay there being rubbed into her skin. she pulls away again, gasping, “oh and thank you love,” you cock your head at her, “for?”

valkyrie jerks her head towards the bedside table towards the IVF kit and you shy up, looking back at her, “it’s no big deal, i just knew you’d been talking about it for a while, is all.” and valkyrie grabs your chin to silence you, “it is a big deal,” she retorts and you listen, “i’m… i’m not ready now, but i’m so happy you want to at least try with me, my love. it means a lot.” before you can say anything back, she’s kissing you again, sighing into your mouth and keeping you there.

the security feeling of valkyrie so close to you has you sighing and your eyelids feeling heavy. you pull away, “we should get some rest, do it all again tomorrow, yeah?” and valkyrie laughs, “yeah, do it all over again, huh?” and you smile, settling in her shoulder as she cuts the bedside light off, snuggling up against you too. there’s a small whisper of ‘i love you,’ you hear in the night and it brings another bright smile to your face as sleep overcomes you.

when you wake, you hear fumbling and paper crumbling. you blink open at the sunlight in your room and feel around for valkyrie, who’s not next to you anymore. you sigh and sit up and find your wife and king, on the floor with the IVF package discombobulated and all over the floor.

you squint, your bonnet blocking some of your vision, “what’re you doing?” you groan out and valkyrie looks at you, confused with the instructions in hand.

“i know you’re gonna laugh at me but, i thought this was like a temporary dick package or something, i thought i’d actually cum inside you! i didn’t know it was just a DNA shot, that’s not as fun,” and she truly sounds disappointed, like a little kid who was just told they can’t go to the park because it’s raining. you feel a mocking smile form on your face and she catches it, “okay, yeah it’s funny but did you know that?”

and you try to hide your smile and nod, “yes, well, i did buy the kit. i— i definitely knew,” you try to explain and valkyrie sighs, “whatever, i’m sure i’ll find someway to make that sexy,” and she grumbles as she climbs back into bed, slumping next to you and you laugh a bit, snuggling back next to her under the covers. “you’re so weird,”

she smiles, “and yet, you married me. i can’t believe it— letting me make a housewife out of you,” you smack your lips and hit her with a stray pillow, valkyrie’s laughs still heard through the cotton.

DONE AND DONE !!! @verachii I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BBYYY you looked absolutely gorgeous!!! I hope you had fun and enjoyed your day!!!

MWAH MWAH rmb to like and leave replies and reblog!! bye goodnight ❣️🫶🏽

#king valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie Thor: love and thunder #brunnhilde x reader #deijah wrote #my story

[veliseraptor]

Top 5 fucked up family bonds!

oh mannn. I feel like this one fluctuates depending on, like, what fandoms I'm focused on at the moment, but to try to shake it up a little since I've answered a question like this before (though that was specifically for siblings! and no shade! just challenging myself, mostly, since most of these are probably going to end up being siblings, that's just what I'm like)

1. Azula and Zuko. Since Avatar is in the air lately and I just queued a post about them, and I am deeply invested in their relationship even if I don't talk about it a huge amount these days - I think about this one in particular from Azula's persepctive. The way that Zuko is the negative that Azula measures herself against, that she pretends not to care about him but I think he occupies a substantial part of the way that she constructs herself in opposition to him, as everything he isn't, the negative model she will never be. But then there is Zuko's end of things, the push-pull between the ever-present comparison between them where he falls short and the fact that I think he genuinely does care for her even as he doesn't, I think, really know how to deal with her, or really understand her. And also any family relationship involving attempted murder is going to be like catnip to me.

2. Kinn and Vegas. Family dynamics where I am both very into the family dynamic and also kind of ship them occupy 3/5 positions on this list, which says something that I think is just about the way that sufficiently obsessive and entangled relationships between a pair of people is going to lure me into seeing what I can do to make it more fucked up (with possible fucking). But anyway!

I love how they make each other worse, all of the time. They bring out the absolute worst in each other, always; they fail to see each other clearly and perceive each other beyond their flaws but also beyond how their respective fathers have pitted them against each other like fighting roosters. They're mutually obsessed with each other no matter how much I think Kinn would like to pretend that he is aloof and indifferent. It's a mess. It's delightful. Also the only non-siblings on this list. Notable for the fact that in their first scene I failed to recognize them as cousins and assigned them ex-boyfriend energy.

3. Felix and Mildmay. Okay so I've included them on lists like this before but they deserve a mention anyway. Because boy! What a mess! From the beginning! They love each other so much and it's a disaster! Felix's attraction to Mildmay at least in part because he doesn't know how to love without sex! Mildmay's hopeless attachment to Felix despite all the cruelty he dishes out! They're just...I love them and I love their mess of a relationship and I also love how it develops over the course of the books into something better. Honestly the only one of these pairs that does that. Kudos to them.

4. Celegorm and Curufin. Okay, this one is built a little bit on a towering edifice of headcanon, but so sue me, and it's not entirely! There is on page content for these two! So there!

A friend of mine has the tag for these two #the other brotherwives and I feel like in some ways that sums it up for me - the way that they are, again, entangled in each other in a way where they always come as a pair, and their personalities both complement and contrast each other, and they're just so. All the sons of Feanor are a mess of codependent relationships but these two kind of stand out by virtue of always being paired, in everything, including all their worst choices, even their deaths. And again, I have a towering edifice of headcanon in particular about how their relationship both decays and calcifies over time, becoming both more desperately close and also more tangled with resentment at the way things fall out, but ultimately they can't be separated from each other.

5. Millions Knives and Vash. Throwing out a wildcard I haven't talked about much, but like. Wow! Another sibling relationship tailored to cater to me that came as a surprise out of left field and decked me in the face! I still need to read the manga but at least when it comes to Trigun: Stampede the sheer toxicity here, the fucked up love and protectiveness and possessiveness and guilt and the way that ultimately while Knives' goals exploit Vash it doesn't, I don't think, erase the love; I think he still sees it as for Vash's own good, even as he's doing much the same thing he deplores when humans do it. I have headcanons about part of Knives' motivation for crashing the ships has to do not just with self-protection but protection for Vash, and the way that decays over time is. Chef's kiss. Love it.

Bonus mention to Lucivar and Daemon and, because I just can't leave them off and they do still have a special place in my heart, Thor and Loki. But also for a non-sibling relationship again possibly out of left field, I actually think a lot about Loki and Odin too, and if I still have MCU feelings sometimes those are one of them.

#conversating #vegaseatsass #top five meme #tragic siblings #i should bring that tag back into use but more generally

[recklessracoon]

This is hardly a new take but I am slightly obsessed with the messed up dynamics of the Saiki family. I talk about the Saiki brothers a lot so I'll be focusing on the Saiki parents here. This post is not terribly friendly to them so if you don't want to see that please press j to skip it on desktop. If you're on mobile you'll have to scroll by if you want to skip.

Kuniharu feels insecure in his position as the "man of the house" because his sons are more talented than him, one of them supernaturally so, and takes it out on Kusuo. My hot take about him is that he'd probably be a considerably better parent (probably still not great but at least decent) if his kids had been normal since he's able to give surprisingly good advice on the rare occasion that he decides to actually try act like a good father instead of a petulant, irresponsible manchild.

Kurumi gets some points for apparently managing to talk Kusuo (age 3) out of his despair at the state of mankind. She's trying her best but she's really too scatterbrained to handle the duties of a parent well without extra support that Kuniharu absolutely is not providing. Also she sometimes snaps and flys into a violent rage which is not a good trait for a wife and mother (or anyone really) to have.

They are deeply, almost obsessively, in love when they're not bitterly feuding over something stupid, which is a major contributing factor in why their parenting is lax to the point of negligence; they're too busy smooching and flirting like teenage lovebirds to do anything to stop their sons from traumatizing each other.

#saiki kusuo no ψ nan #my saiki k posts

[aziraphales-library]

hello dears! hope yall are having a good one while we wait for season 2. i've recently read a couple of fics where crowley yells at or prays to God, like "Madman and a Fool" by loserchildhotpants, and "a first edition Aldous Huxley, mint condition" by thewalrus_said. both of them play into protective and/or possesive crowley, which i was already weak for, but i'm highkey obsessed with the direct talking to God. i was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics in the same vein?

Hi! We have #god, #crowley & god, and #crowley yells at god tags you can check out. Here are a couple more from post-series two...

I Am Still Ugly, She Is Still God by yellowspiralbound (NR)

A slender, dark-skinned hand lifted it from the table. Crowley watched in mute horror as the woman that had appeared in his flat unscrewed the cap and raised it to her lips. She drank deeply, emptying the thermos of holy water completely. She dropped the thermos and it vanished before it could hit the ground. “I was going to drink that,” Crowley said weakly. “I know,” God replied.

I Do Not Forgive You by Puellainrotis (M)

The most powerful thing in the world, in the whole cosmos, was love. The second most powerful thing in the cosmos was rage, pure and unadulterated, red and white and blinding, hot and seething rage. Crowley had plenty of both in him to do the impossible. “I’ve had enough of your games, Mother,” Crowley growled, dangerous. “You made the choice to turn one of your most powerful children into a demon and now it’s time that you paid the price for creating a monsssster.” The Supreme Archangel looked up to stare at him in horror as he raised hands drenched in silver blood upwards in a grand gesture and announced with a feverish glow in his golden eyes, “Hello, Aziraphale. It’s time for you to welcome your new God.”

The Son Estranged by lindsey_grissom (G)

How the ex-demon ‘not even at gunpoint’ Crowley became a bookseller, accidentally started an atheist movement in Soho and stopped the Second Coming with an apple. {He also spent a lot of time hanging with the Almighty - he was as surprised as you are.}

I'm Gonna Set Things Right Again by iocallistoeuropa (G)

Aziraphale has gone off to Heaven, Crowley is driving around the country aimlessly, Muriel has learned how to have a "cupperty", and Give Me Coffee... or Give Me Death has now been expanded and renamed Give Me Coffee, Give Me Records... or Give Me Death. Some things have changed for the better, but others have turned into quite a mess. Is there any way to set things right again?

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #god #crowley & god #crowley yells at god #mod d