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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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can i please request one with cassian x reader where reader is pregnant but doesn’t know and is being extra clingy to cassian. literally he’s going up to drink some water and she’s going with him or he’s training and she’s sitting next to him waiting for him to finish. And at meetings she’s sitting in his lap and holds him close. everyone wonders why that is bc reader doesn’t usually like pda. the bond knows before them that she’s pregnant and she subconsciously wants to stay close to her mate to feel protected. they eventually find out after feyre recognizes the signs she also had and everyone are so happy for them, cassians extra possessiveness and protective instincts go crazyyyy😍🧎‍♀️

Okay so I'm combining this with this other Cassian x pregnant!reader request because I like how the stories go together:

So the first part of the story is fluffy, reader finding out she's pregnant. I'll mark with an * in the story for when it shifts from fluff to the action-packed part so you can decide for yourselves if you want to just enjoy the fluff or read the whole thing (I like the whole thing, I love how this turned out)

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone mortal combat while pregnant

Protect Our Family

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of sex, not proofread

Overwhelmed by fatigue, you were nauseous and achy as you had been on and off for several weeks now. It felt as if you had a cold and your cycle at the same time, but you weren’t due for your cycle for another six weeks. You weren’t sure what had you feeling so off balance lately, but you were overcome with anxiety anytime you were apart from Cassian.

From the moment you woke up in the morning, you could feel the bond urging you to find your mate. It was different from the frenzy when you first accepted the bond; it was a sense of security you craved, one that was never sated until you felt Cassian’s comforting presence. One day, you joined Cassian to go to the River House for a meeting with Rhys about the Illyrian camps. The males were in the office while you talked with Feyre, the two of you playing with Nyx in the living room.

They weren’t long into the meeting when you started feeling panicked again, that draw to find Cassian overwhelming your senses. Feyre immediately sensed your stress. “Are you feeling alright? You look like you’re going to be sick,” she questioned you with a concerned look. Clutching your hand to your chest, you took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Feyre. I’ve been feeling so sick lately, like I’m on my cycle except that I know I’m not. And I know this sounds ridiculous, but I have this new instinct that I have to be near Cassian for safety. I don’t know, I think I need to see Madja.”

You looked over to Feyre, bracing yourself for the incredulous look you were sure to receive, but instead found her teary eyed, a soft smile on her face as she shifted her glance from your face, to your stomach, and then to where Nyx was playing with his toys. Frozen in place as realization dawned on you, you simply gaped at Feyre, who turned back to you and nodded reassuringly. “I had all the same signs early in my pregnancy with Nyx. The bond is pushing you to be around your mate to protect your baby.”

Hearing the words “your baby” out loud brought both you and Feyre to tears of joy as you stood to hug her. As if the recognition of the pregnancy triggered it, your scent changed. There was no denying it now, you and Cassian were going to have a child. You laughed through your tears as you watched Nyx run up to Feyre, trying to grasp how that would be you soon enough. Cassian and Rhys came out of the office at the sound, concern on their features as they saw your and Feyre’s tears, before they scented you.

You turned to Cassian, your broad smile affirming that they were in fact cries of joy as you nodded to him, “you’re going to be a dad.” An stunning wave of love flowed to you through the bond as you and Cassian ran to embrace each other. A tear rolled down Cassian’s cheek as he whispered in awe, “we’re going to have a baby.”

The moment faded quickly as Cassian looked to Rhys with a grim expression on his face. Cass growled out, “I’m not leaving her here.” You looked frantically between the two males, trying to decipher what Cassian meant as you took in Rhys’s conflicted expression.

“What do you mean, leave me here, Cass?” you breathed out. Cassian looked down at you with a fierce expression before kissing the top of your head. “I need to go to Windhaven. There’s suspicions that Koschei’s spies have infiltrated the camps and Azriel believes they’re planning an attack soon.” Looking between you and Rhys, Cassian continued, “I can’t leave the soldiers during a time like this, but I’m not leaving you and our child right now.”

The weight of an anvil fell on your chest as you registered the gravity of the situation. Before another tear could fall from your eyes, Feyre stepped forward. “What if we all went up to the camps?” She squeezed your hand as she looked to you, “I will leave Nyx here with Elain, but keep you company up at the cabin, so we can stay close to Cassian without being in harm’s way at Windhaven.” No one was excited about the idea, but it was the best option you had.

You and Cassian stayed awake all night, making love as you celebrated the life you would soon be bringing into the world, but come dawn, you were filled with dread at the thought of your mate being in danger and away from your child. The four of you left for the camps early in the morning, Cassian and Rhys helping you and Feyre get settled into the cabin before they left to meet Azriel at Windhaven. It took everything in you to deny your instincts to follow Cass to the camp, but you felt peace knowing that Rhys was with him, and they would not be far in the event of trouble, which Rhys assured you was highly unlikely.

You held back your tears as Cassian begrudgingly winnowed away with Rhysand, and settled into the couch with Feyre. You had been relaxing on the couch for awhile, Feyre giving you advice on your pregnancy while you two sipped on tea, when Feyre’s eyes turned that glazed look that let you know she was communicating mind-to-mind with Rhys. She kept her composure impressively; if you didn’t know her so well, you wouldn’t have known the way her eyes widened and the tick in her jaw was her tell. Something was wrong.

You jolted up from the couch, prepared to find and protect your mate when Feyre gently grabbed your arm, drawing you back to your surroundings. She spoke to you as one might a startled animal, “Rhysand was just informing me that there is an attack at the camp. It’s a small group, though, and the Illyrian soldiers far outnumber Koschei’s party. They can handle this.” Despite every bone in your body telling you to do otherwise, you nodded as you sat back down on the couch. Feyre gave your shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll go fix us some food in kitchen.”

You tried to relax on the couch, but that instinct from before was back. You needed to be with Cassian. You needed your family together. You padded into the kitchen where Feyre was cooking, catching her in a tense position over the stove as she seemed to be speaking to Rhys again. Before she could even turn to address you, you had winnowed to Windhaven.

Chaos raged throughout the camp. At every turn, you witnessed a battle or a body. Without a second thought, you let your protective instincts for your family take over, grabbing a sword from the ground as you raced through the camp in search of Cassian. Fortunately, the Illyrian warriors recognized you as their General’s mate, and worked with you as you fought off soldier after soldier in Koschei’s army.

A soldier cornered you in front of a tent, taunting you. “I can smell that little Illyrian brute inside of you. What a favor I’ll bring to the world to rid-“ His threat was cut off by an obsidian knife through his throat. Blood splattered as Azriel yanked truth-teller out of the male’s throat, throwing his body to the ground. Before you could explain what you were doing there, Azriel pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he murmured, “congratulations, sister.”

You only had a moment to be shocked by Azriel’s uncharacteristic affection before two more males approached you, and you two were thrust into the throws of battle once more. Adrenaline surging through you, it felt as though a mere second had passed from when you’d arrived to now, as you stopped to look around at the bodies that littered the ground, the battle seemingly over.

You turned to see Azriel, who you’d been fighting along side, taking deep breaths as he came down from his own adrenaline rush. It was then he looked at you with a bewildered expression, registering what you had just done. He came over to you, frantically searching for any injuries as he tried to keep his calm. “What were you thinking? Cassian is going to lose his shit. You went into battle pregnant!” Az said, almost more to himself as you both tried to comprehend all that had transpired.

It was then that you caught sight of your mate further across the camp, sprinting towards him without a second thought. Cassian did a double-take as he saw you running to him, frozen in shock as you felt his fear through the bond. You had no time to feel guilt as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him as though he might disappear if you let go. When you finally pulled apart enough to look him in the eyes, you were taken aback by his intense gaze. “Please don’t be angry. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew something happened to you, Cass. I need you,” grabbing his hand and holding it against your stomach, you emphasized, “we need you. We are a family, and I will always come for you.”

Cassian leaned down to kiss you deeply before pulling away to whisper, “I love you. But you are pregnant, and I will always be the one to protect us. I am-“

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure approaching behind Cassian caught your attention. In the blink of an eye, you drew a throwing knife from his belt, throwing it into the chest of the soldier just before he could thrust his sword into Cassian. Cass whipped around to see the soldier on the ground before turning back to see you cocking an eyebrow at him. “WE protect this family.”

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bchan95 · 6 months

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Tension Pt. 2

Part 1

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and met his furrowed brows. I plaster a smile across my face and roll my eyes at him.

“He’s literally just being nice, you don’t need to get all “overprotective older brother Channie” right now… plus, that sweet girl looks so bored in the corner now.”

I met her eyes from across the bar. She was trying to be nonchalant about the way she was looking over at our table, but I could feel her stare burning every few seconds. I took another sip from my glass and returned my attention to the table.

That’s when he grips my shoulder. Squeezing it two times before sitting down in the chair next to me. I hated when he got like this. All aggressive and moody. It immediately brought the vibe of the table down. I shot a pleading look toward Yuna, hoping somehow she could break the ice.

“So Chan, who is this girl?” Yuna asked. You could tell from her tone that she could have cared less about that answer, her eyes widening with fake amusement before they met mine again.

Chan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before responding. “Her name is Momo, and I just met her on the dance floor here. Nothing serious.”

I could feel him looking at me but I couldn’t bear looking back at him. I knew that my eyes would have given away that I was upset, and then he’d ask why and I’d have to lie. Again.

“Y/N,” Felix said softly, changing the subject “You should really ask that bartender for his number… he’s fit.”

I heard Chan sigh and pick up his glass again. I looked at Felix with a soft smile and rolled my eyes. I busied my hands by playing the puddle of condensation under my glass. I swished the cold liquid up and down the table as I thought of a proper response.

The truth? He was fit. I would be interested. If there wasn’t someone I was preoccupied with. Someone who didn’t even know he was standing in the way. I shook my head, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“He is pretty cute, but I’m not interested in talking to anyone tonight. I just want to be with you guys.”

Felix’s smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered with a soft knowing glance as he raised his glass to the middle of the table. Everyone followed suit in cheers, “happy birthdays” echoing across the group. After the celebratory sip, Yuna leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. Felix nodded, rapidly texting on his phone. Moments later, Lia’s phone lit up and she glanced at it with a slight smirk. Suddenly they all were rising from the table.

“We just want to get some air,” Felix said, smiling right at me. “We’ll be right back.”

The three scurried out of the room, leaving Chan and I at the table. I want to kill them. The silence in the air was ridiculous. It was never this weird with just the two of us, but I felt like my eyes had to be glued to this glass otherwise I’d combust if a single word came out of my mouth to him.

He touched my arm, drawing my attention to him. His deep brown eyes widened in this weirdly sentimental fashion. I tilted my head as I gazed at him. What changed in the last half hour? Where was the bold man with the gold rings and confident touch?

“What?” I giggled out of nerves.

He frowned even more “I feel like I let you down tonight.”

I scrunched my face. He chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for my response. A response I couldn’t find as I recounted everything that happened that night. His grip on my arm tightened a bit and I took a sharp breath in before finally speaking.

“What? How could you let me down?”

Chan shook his head, pulling his chair closer to mine. I could smell the honey on that whisky now. The sweetness of the smell mixed with the emotions swimming in his eyes almost had me reaching out to kiss him. I felt reckless when he was like this. Focused on me.

“I ditched you for a girl… again,” He sighed, his eyes widening even more. “Forgive me?”

I smirked at him, rolling my eyes. “Chan, I am not your mom… you don’t have to apologize for flirting.”

He fully frowned then, letting go of me. The sudden release brought a sudden chill to my forearm. I watched as he took another sip of his alcohol before speaking again. The way that glass raised to his plush lips.

No. Y/N. I shook my head, removing those intrusive thoughts from my brain. When his eyes met mine again was a little less heavy and he let himself softly smile.

“Are you okay Chan, you’re so quiet it’s making me nervous…” I say with a giggle, even though I was the farthest from joking.

I’ve known Chan for a long time. I know how easily he can shut down. When we were younger, far before either of us went to therapy, we would have explosive arguments about stupid things that would lead to weeks and weeks of silence on both of our ends. Fights over not having time for each other, for moving away, for forgetting birthdays and countless other reasons.

They’d always have to be solved by one of us caving and riding our bikes over to the other’s house with sour gummies in hand to apologize.

It had been a long time since Chan iced me out like that, and I wasn’t about to have it happen again. I tentatively placed my hand on his knee. This motion jolted him to attention, his eyes landing on mine again with rose-dusted cheeks.

“Seriously, what’s up?”

Chan looked at me again for a moment before sighing. He moved his chair even closer to mine. My heart slightly raced at the closeness but you stopped that daydream as soon as it started. His eyes darted, never focusing on one of the features of my face for too long. I felt my face heating up too. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“You… you’re really not into the bartender.”

I could have screamed. He wasn’t talking to me and was dragging out this whole silent treatment because of that bartender I talked to for 30 seconds? I opened my mouth to protest his ask when he spoke again, a bit softer.

“Because… I kind of don’t want you to be.”

That response glued my mouth shut in shock. What did he mean by that? It couldn’t possibly be what I think it is. I bite down on my lower lip, waiting for him to continue to speak but he stops there, looking at me with those round dark eyes. His hands moved to my knees.

“Chan, I told you that you don’t need to worry about me…”

“I’m not worried…. I’m…” he stops for a moment and takes a deep breath. His finger taps against my skin. “I’m jealous?”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction. My cheeks grow warmer. He makes it so easy for my delusion to spiral. He’s been with another girl all night and he’s jealous of me giggling with a bartender? I wanted to spill my drink all over him and walk out. But I maintained composure, giggling softly.

“Mr. ladies man who has been dancing with a gorgeous girl all night is jealous of his bestie having a 2-second conversation with a stranger?” I teased, scrunching my nose at him as he rolled his eyes.

“I know it’s stupid,” He says as his hands draw random designs on my legs. “I just haven’t seen you act like that with someone before… so confident and giggly and… it made me feel some type of way.”

I raised an eyebrow “Yeah? Would you like to share this type of way with the class?”

He laughed for real that time, meeting my eyes with that lazy smile that I loved so much. The one that caused my heart to feel tight and warm like it was burning alive. He nodded at me before opening his mouth again.

“Like I wanted to wring his neck,” I scoff, causing him to smile wider. “I’m serious, I am the only one who should make you smile like that.”

I shook my head “You goof, you’re my best friend, you make me smile all the time.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?”

He stood as we spat back and forth. My eyes rose to meet his towering figure. He shook his head, walking closer and caging me in with my back against the table. My heart was thumping so loud I was sure he’d hear it.

“Best friend.”

I leaned my head to the side “Are you not my best friend?”

He laughed loudly, his hand coming down to touch my cheek. I was sure I was sunburnt at this point. The heat of his touch was too much for me to really understand right now.

“I am… but I’m also…” He leaned down toward my face, breath feathering my skin with a cool breeze. “I also kind of want to do this.”

“Chan, I-“ My sentence was cut off by his lips on mine. He moved slowly, savoring every push and pull of our lips as he pecked them repeatedly.

As we pulled away, I pushed his chest away from me. I stared at him in confusion. He looked back at me with the same sort of blank look, hands in his pockets. None of us said anything for a moment. I looked over to the left and the girl who had been there the whole night was gone. I looked back up at him again and his eyes were still on me. Unmoving.

#bang chan x y/n #bang chan fluff #bang chan smut #stray kids x y/n #bangchan x y/n #bangchan fluff #bangchan fanfic #bang chan fanfic #chan x reader #chan x y/n #Bang chan x reader

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Hi! :) Congratulations with 1600 followers! 👍 I enjoy reading your fanfiction! 💖💖💖 If requests for the prompts are still open, please 20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren't used to. With Jake Lockley, please. Thank you! :)

I’m so sorry the prompts have taken me a ridiculous time to do, guys, I've been extremely sick recently. I’m feeling better but the exhaustion is lingering, but I’m trying to write again!

Prompt: 20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren't used to + Jake Lockley

Rating/Warnings: 18+, adult themes, parties, strip clubs, professional female entertainers, dance clubs, yes this is a gif of Blue for Jake, flustered!Jake, Jake doesn’t know what to do with himself, I’ve never been inside a club of any sort (especially a strip club) and it shows, I’ve been daydreaming about dancing with Jake for fucking DAYS

It was just supposed to be one dance.

The local club always requested Jake to drive their girls to their functions by name. His limo was aesthetically pleasing inside and out, working with the high-end air of the place, and they all knew how well he could drive— not to mention, he kept them safe. He kept himself presentable and professional, too. Nobody asked any questions if he disappeared for a week or two, although they always voiced their upset about him going missing. He always promised to return.

It got easier when Marc and Steven found out about him… well… easier to get to the job, not easier to do it. It was difficult to drive straight when he had twenty girls changing in the back of the limo while his alters were freaking out in their head about it.

Finally, he’d had enough. He put his foot down. Right there in the car (not literally, he wasn’t an idiot). “Mierda! This is my fucking job, and last I checked, it pays the fucking bills, doesn’t it?! So long as it does that, I don’t see why you’re fucking complaining!”

Luckily, he’d had the sense to put AirPods in so he could pretend to be on the phone before “hanging up.” “Perdonamé, señoras,” Jake said to the silence in the back, “I live with my brothers, and they’re being idiots. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” They’d giggled at his predicament, of course asking if there was anything they could do to help— they’d always liked him.

And then you showed up.

The boss had introduced him to you on your first day, and Jake immediately wondered why you were there. The other girls could be cruel in order to keep their claws in a favorite client, but you? You were far too sweet for this kind of environment. You were all genuine smiles and sparkling eyes and excitement, which was not. Good. He saw the other girls eyeing you like hyenas and suddenly felt protective.

He knew what could happen to sweet girls like you.

“What are you doing in a job like this, señorita?”

You dropped your gaze, as if a little ashamed. “I needed the money. College is expensive.”

Jake only frowned. He knew the other girls would be possessive of their own clients and try to steal any new ones that came to see you. Maybe even violently so. He’d seen what those 8-inch heels can do. The fact that yours were significantly less long— and your outfit also significantly more modest— worried him. You weren’t prepared for a job like this.

Jake happened to be having a drink at the bar the first time you performed, and he was, for lack of a better word, hooked. You were different, singing and dancing for the sake of it rather than for however many dollars a man could throw at you— but, fuck, did they make it rain for you.

The other girls were instantly jealous. Without even realizing it, you’d captured the attention of every single man in the club, drawing a crowd; and you actually went shy under all the attention.

It was all a blur for Jake, but somehow he ended up on stage helping you thank the crowd, bid them goodnight, and was personally driving you home. “Thank you, Mr. Lockley,” You’d chirped as he walked you to your apartment door.

Jake had dipped his hat in response— as a courtesy, not to hide any sort of blush. “It’s just Jake for you, señorita.”

Your smile warmed his heart. “Okay. But you’ve gotta start calling me by my first name.”

Jake shook his head. “No, señorita; not yet. Maybe one day.” If he called you by your first name, he would know you. He can’t know you. He can’t. When you pecked his cheek, he swore his brain short-circuited. His whole face felt like it caught on fire, and the place of contact buzzed. He felt like he’d been thrown into anaphylactic shock or something, barely registering the fact that you went inside with a small smile on your face. He sat in his limo for a good twenty minutes, trying to compute what the fuck just happened.

And it happened every night.

Each night Jake felt like he was hurled headlong off the Empire State Building when you kissed his cheek. And yet he kept coming back for more. He couldn’t understand it. Why did he keep doing this to himself? He could just hurry and walk away before you had the chance to kiss him.

But that feeling was nothing compared to when you asked him to dance with you. Jake nearly spit out his drink. “¡¿Qué?!”

You started to nervously fiddle with your hands a bit. That little habit reminded him of Steven. The two of you would get along great, if your excited and passionate ramblings to him every night when he drove you home were anything to go by.

“It’s a Spanish number,” You admitted softly, unable to meet his gaze. “I chose it awhile ago, but, uh… my tutor bailed. I was never able to learn it; not to mention it’s a two-person number. So I figured—“

“I’d be happy to do it with you,” Marc spoke for him, a shit-eating grin on his face. You didn’t seem to notice the lapse into a Chicago accent, only erupting into a beaming grin that made him feel clammy.

It was Jake that you hugged, though, kissing all over his face gratefully. He felt like one of those flustered cartoon characters covered in lipstick marks. But… he couldn’t deny you.

Your little apartment was transformed into a dance studio. Jake came over every other night, when you weren’t working, and taught you the moves. If he thought your kisses gave him the chills, he’s not exactly sure what was happening to his body when it was moving with yours in tandem to fiesta music. When there were moments that felt frozen in time between you, moments where he wanted to close the distance between you but was too fucking scared to do it. What’s worse was he started to crave it. You were the first person that had ever touched him so gently when he expects a hit or a stab, and he yearned for it.

The night before your number, you gave Jake another kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jake.”

Jake had returned it, before he even realized what was happening. The sensation of his lips on your skin felt like hot fire in his system. “De nada, señorita.” Your smile was worth whatever discomfort he felt.

He watched you leave with stars in his eyes and a distinctly British voice in his head, rather excited.

“Go for it, mate! We’ve got your back!”

Yes, it was only supposed to be one dance.

But it was the best one of his life when at the end, when everyone was cheering and demanding an encore, you kissed him. For real this time. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. You. Kissed. Him. You were hugging him. You were all fucking over him and he felt like he was going to explode but he loved it.

And he called you by name.

Your number became the most in-demand in the city for being the most sexy, sensual dance with clothes on that ever happened in New York— not to mention for being the most sexy couple, apparently. You would have many more dances after that.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

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jongseongsnudes · 1 year

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“in which jake sim cockblocks his members anywhere and everywhere.”

heeseung I jay version I jake I sunghoon

“thanks for taking me out to dinner tonight jay, i know you’re really tired. we could’ve just stayed home and had dinner in.”

“i’m not tired baby,” he leans in closer to wrap his arms lovingly around your waist, “seeing you literally washed away all of my tiredness.”

“you’re so cheesy. you want something don’t you mr park?”

“i have you baby. that’s enough for me,” he was now so close to you, his lips practically brushing over the tip of your ear as he spoke, “but... i do want to see what you have underneath this dress though.”

“hint, hint. it’s your favourite red set.”

“oh shit i’m hard just thinking about it. i can’t wait to see it baby.”

“then lets go home. i’ll gladly show you what’s underneath, mr park,” you mutter underneath your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you. your fingers find a rather comfortable spot on his chest, playfully drawing patterns on his button up. “orrrrr... unless you want to have a sneak peak in the car?”

“WAITER, MY GOOD MAN. CHECK PLEASE!”

you could only giggle at your excited boyfriend and quickly begin to pack away your purse when you felt a soft kiss on your cheek. it lasted about a second but was enough to have your stomach erupt into millions of butterflies. the effect of park jongseong.

“i love you baby. i’m truly the luckiest man alive-”

“OH MY GOD I FOUND YOU GUYS!”

both you and jay instantly whip around to the awfully familiar loud voice, only to see jake sim standing there in front of your table with his usual smug grin. without a word, the man self invites into the seat right beside you and begins to wave about for the waiter.

“man i’m starving!” jake sighs out, his eyes wracking over the dishes on the table, “why didn’t you wait for me jay? we could’ve came here together.”

“... what are you even doing here dude?”

“you told me you were taking your missus here and i haven’t seen her in a while so i thought why not come as well!” jake then turns his attention to you and leans in for a big hug, literally pulling you away from your boyfriend.

“but dude...” jay scratches the back of his head, a hint of annoyance in his tone, “we’re... kind of... on a... date?”

“i know. just pretend like i’m not even here okay! i’m just an illusion!”

you look over to your ridiculously handsome boyfriend to see him frowning while trying to cover the obvious tent inside his pants. you felt rather bad for him, wanting nothing more than to help him with his big problem but you couldn’t be rude to jake.

while you’re trying to calm down an irritated looking jay, a waiter suddenly appears at the table with a plate of what must’ve been a piece of chocolate mud cake. your absolute favourite from this restaurant.

“i thought the waiter said it was sold out tonight?” you look over at jay in confusion, “how come there’s a piece here?”

“i called in advance to save you a piece baby. i know how much you like it.”

“jay...” you clutch onto his cheeks with your palms and lean in to kiss him. although it was merely a piece of cake, you still felt moved by the sweet gesture. how lucky of you to have someone like park jongseong as a boyfriend.

“anything for you baby.”

you bring his face back towards you and shower him with several more kisses, making the man giggle cutely in response. you absolutely adored this cute side of him, a side only you ever got to see.

“jay i love you too-”

“HMMM WOW! THIS REALLY IS GOOD BRO!”

as if in slow motion, both you and jay turn over to see jake with his head thrown back against the chair, his hands clutching onto his head and some chocolate crumbs on the side of his lips. you then glance down at the plate on the table to see that it was already half eaten...

“JAKE FUCKING SIMMMMMM!”

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ragingstillness · 2 months

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This whole plot line with Barnes trying to take down the BAU is so ridiculous. Like it’s so transparently executed and her reasoning is faulty at best.

Calling Spencer a loose canon? I mean yeah considering events in season 12, that’s fair, but she also calls Rossi a loose canon for *checks notes* publishing a book and spending time with his family. Damn if that is the standard for a loose canon everyone in the BAU would be pinwheeling around.

What happened in Roswell? Um, you mean when they successfully captured their unsub, outsmarted them, and managed to prevent anyone else being killed? Also, questioning the truthers in a place they felt comfortable? Great decision frankly, they would never go to a police station without being arrested and that would pretty much ensure they would never talk.

Stephen’s death? Hold up bitch are you seriously blaming Emily for getting hit by a semi? For real? And getting kidnapped and tortured after? She could not have been less in control of the events of that situation and ultimately managed to defeat Scratch once and for all while escaping with her life! Not to mention that when you’re an FBI agent I can’t imagine there’s a protocol for drawing a serial killer out of hiding in a safe way.

Deleting the recording? First of all, the Mexican cops can only claim that, they didn’t actually see Emily do it. Second of all, why would they tattle on her to Barnes, they seemed to come to an understanding with Emily. Third, if anyone looked even a little bit closely at Spencer’s case, it’d be extremely obvious he was being railroaded and the recording would only have made things worse. Literally every time they spoke to him he was super out of it, didn’t even remember events properly, and when questioned was still coming off of heroin and cocaine that he didn’t take voluntarily. And you can be pretty damn sure of that considering that he had crossed the border several times now and not brought drugs back, but also that they are not his drug of choice during his addiction that no one technically knows about.

I’m not just saying this because I like her but aside from Spencer breaking the law and Emily technically enabling it, I don’t see anything wrong with any of the decisions she made in the situations Barnes brings up. She’s so malicious for no reason. Isn’t there some sort of internal review process where Emily can directly complain about her to a higher-up and provide copious amounts of evidence that Barnes is clearly just out to get them. She’s practically as bad as that guard who kept threatening Spencer in prison.

Seeing her get curbstomped by the Senator and also the team going behind her back and having the opportunity to be angrier than I’ve seen most of them was funny, but the whole plot line is really annoying and makes me want to strangle her.

#cm #criminal minds

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/mrs-monaghan/717135416382423040/its-true-we-know-jimins-type-men-with

Seriously how old is this anon?😂😂😂😂. I swear I respect you bloggers, cuz Lord knows i could NEVER deal with half the shit y’all deal with in these asks! When i read stuff like this, i begin to understand why the world is so messed up and why evil thrives so much!

Imagine thinking Jimin only liked Jk because he had muscles! Really anon! Really?? Didn’t we all see how lanky Jk used to be back in the day, but we had Jimin going bonkers over him? Jimin LITERALLY chased Jk telling him he liked him and wanted to go on a trip with him! Jk wasn’t anywhere close to hot and good looking as he is now but JM wanted him! I don’t know the kind of upbringing you have anon, or your personal life experiences or the environment you are exposed to but ur mentality is so juvenile and stupid, and outright embarrassing! How shallow can you get? More importantly how shallow do you think Jimin is? Jimin LOVES Jk! Not because of what he is, how he looks, how good Jk kisses or f**ks him, JM just loves the being that is Jk and if you or anyone who thinks like you had any sense, you would see that!

This may sound really cheesy but for a very long time, i had forgotten what true Love felt like, heck i almost stopped believing there was such a thing, until i found BTS and Jikook! I am not even talking about romantic love here, just Love in general! It’s not about the sexual tension moments, or the moments when they check each other out! No! It’s those moments when Jk looks at Jimin like he literally just fell from the sky, it’s those moments when Jk allows himself to break down infront of Jimin, it’s those moments when Jk turns his whole body to Jimin and attentively listens to him, it’s those moments when he is genuinely happy for Jimin, it’s those moments when he looks out for Jimin (in his own way). Its those moments when Jimin stops himself from going to comfort Jk, it’s the moment JM gives up his toy for Jk, it’s those moments Jimin looks at Jk like he is the most adorable thing he ever saw, it’s how Jimin softly touches Jk’s head, it’s how JM will always lookout for Jk! Not all these are exclusive to Jikook but all of these point to one thing…REAL LOVE! Those two love each other to bits and that is a FACT! They have been consistent in showing their love for each other for more than 10 years and this is why i always tell people, there are so many things we will never know about Jikook! Never! There are fights, breakups, makeups, arguments, disagreements, petty moments, lovely moments, angsty moments etc that we will never know about! We would have never known about the rainy day fight if they didn’t tell us! Hell they only told us the story 5years after it happened! Even with the dumplings incident, it seems like we only know half of it. What is my point, we at certain times look at some of their actions to eo at certain points and we draw all sorts of conclusions, make all sorts of analysis and come to ridiculous conclusions like the one you just came to! “Jimin doesn’t go to see Jk because Jk doesn’t have boobs anymore”😂😂😂😂. Like bro, we literally DO NOT know that! We just don’t! There is a huge part of their lives they intentionally keep hidden or are very vague about for reasons best known to them, so for you as a fan who lives thousands of miles away from them and do not know them personally, to think you know what they are feeling or thinking based on a certain action or behaviour of theirs is just crazy! Absolutely crazy!

I don’t know for certain if Jikook are still together, or were ever together (i’m 99.9% sure tho) but what i do know is that what ever love they felt for eo, wasn’t just skin deep and I didn’t come to this conclusion by watching one interaction or a few interactions! I came to this conclusion after watching more than 10 years worth of content, listening to them, listening to those around them and paying attention to the things they do when they don’t even realize we are watching. That’s how i know!

Well. Fucking. Put.

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook

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Dark Corner | Part 2 - Michelangelo x GN Reader

(platonic friendship to something more? who knows, not me!)

Angst. Tw hinted depression, friendship loss, harsh decisions, unrequited love, anxiety, moods swings - mainly due quarantine, and uh- acceptance? melodramatic a little bit lols (i suck at summaries pls act like this is sexy enough to seduce you to read this fic)

songs that helped me write this

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

Apesar de Querer - Rodrigo Alarcon

Breezeblocks - Alt J

Snap out of it - Arctic Monkeys

Why We Can’t Be Friends? - The Academic

Eventually - Tame Impala

Chp. 2 - And then it vanished

(Part 1) | (Part 3)

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“Just rip the bandaid off”

The sudden sound of the weights thumping down floor woke you up for spiraling thoughts, yet, your body hadn't a single reaction out of it, it was normal to get used to abrupt, rapid movements when talking about Raphael, as he grabs his gym towel heading towards the exit, he looks back at you, even without glasses, even with the stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes due unshed tears, you can draw out a mix of angry and disappointed expression.

“If you can’t handle it, then rip the bandaid off”

And that’s what you did.

One thing you knew for sure; Your brain is a bitch. Your memory sucked ass into remembering nice moments: the sensation of kisses, the last good bone- crushing hug you had, the last time your mom said she was proud of you. But agonizing, painful memories? Those were on a loop constantly.

Every strong emotion made Raph’s eyes shine like gemstones, vivid, vibrant, now varnished with disdain, it was beautiful; you hated how you were the reason his golden irises were so gleaming and captivating.

That was 6 months ago, at least you think it was, quarantine sure proved something: time is indeed an illusion that doesn’t make sense. It seems like it was longer than that, although the pain made you grounded as it was yesterday. The last conversation you had with Raphael felt like a sore goodbye on both ends. You wish you could forget it, trick your brain into thinking it’s a happy memory so it can toss it away into the nearest trash.

Looking back at it, you should have fought back. Argued, yelled at him even. You should've made your point about how you didn’t want it to let go. But you were so tired, god- the lifeless sensation of how your body felt back then still phantoms you, it was honestly ridiculous, how a simple phrase could drag you back into the shadows back then. Or maybe you were never truly out of it, just constantly living in the dark, both hyper-aware and oblivious. You didn't know anymore- a sentence, a reaction, someone else even, those could easily remind you how dark your mind could dive, So yeah, you clearly didn’t have any more strength to fight back, who would have known that being in constant fight with your own self would be so arduous? Maybe only you will know how much it took it from you, how desperately you wanted to hold onto it. And maybe that was the problem, there was nothing to hold on to anymore.

During that night, you didn’t know how long you remained glued on the concrete ground after Red left their training room. How long you stared at the gray walls, the foundation of the lair was unsettling cold. It made you feel more isolated than ever, you found yourself unable to control random shivers traveling through your body. You felt small, pathetic. Tears quietly slid from your cheeks to the very end of your chin. You felt invisible, literally, you could identify what the lair residents were up to by your own lack of sound, vague questions and noises that made you feel even more distant and undeserving to be there. You don’t know how long you remained motionless; sitting and staring at nothing, wishing it was different, but not really sure how to change the future.

You don’t know how you managed to drag yourself to the entrance of the lair, you found yourself there at some point of the night, turning back one more time. You loved that place, even if it took ages to get used to the sewer’s damp smell, you still loved it. you have always seen it as home. Sure, it was actually an abandoned intersection of a reservoir sewage station, yet filled with bits of love. Sewer sweet sewer, In every corner, from the dōjō to any repaired piece of furniture, graffiti or neon sign, it was laced with care and devotion. A house could be made of wood, cement or bricks and it was made for shelter, a home means safety, comfort and belonging, a shelter and much more, The lair is a home. was.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you glanced at the Christmas lights above the homemade living room, you remember how you helped them place it there 2 christmas ago, the boys decided not to take it back, it gave a inviting cozy glow, which matched so gracefully with all the wonderful times you had there.

It's strange to desperately have the desire to stay and run away at the same time, pressing your lips tight, inhaling deeply- you were not going to sob your way out of it. Gripping hard at your backpack straps, you know you were going to miss how they made you feel, especially him. Dealing with the lack of it, how it became a foreigner feeling once again was one of the toughest parts during this whole fiasco of…. whatever was left remaining between the two of you, only some fond memories lingered, for a while those were the source of warmth during silent nights, but lately, it was a fuel to a abyss you could not stand being in it no more.

When your friendship with Mikey first started, you initially thought ‘that's it, that's something to treasure forever.’ How can two people be so close one day, to complete strangers in a course of some weeks still perturbs your mind and heart to this day.

Mikey wasn’t home when you arrived that day, your first intention was to talk out your last text messages, You weren’t sure how the conversation would start, or if it would even flow at all, you truly missed the times you could just talk about anything to him finding a topic to bond over was as easy as breathing air. He’d be busy. He needed to train, or out with his new friends. As usual,you were always the understanding friend, you knew everyone has their daily duties and hell, being the overbearing clingy friend? No, thank you.

You and Mikey were different, at least you thought so, it was ok to be vulnerable with him, and him to you, you shared how you always held back truly connecting with others, afraid of how dependable you could become. You’ve seen it firsthand how much that could hurt, Mikey made you feel that you could trust, that you could rely on him, and for once you believed it.

The first time you felt the unsettling vibe of not being so welcomed anymore was heart wrenching, even by now, you thought you would get used to it. It happened too many times for you to “not receive an invitation”, to be forgotten over hangouts, to being left out of jokes. You knew way too well the thin line between hanging out and being invited over pity.

That’s how you ended up talking to Raphael, maybe wasn’t the starter choice, he was a good friend, sure, but not the greatest with words. Leo and Don would have tried to understand your end at the time. but Raph was closest with Mikey. He saw how sometimes your unspoken, pitiful- whatever the hell this”friendship” is could gut his little brother. Mikey had intense feelings just like Raph, he understood him, and at the end, he would choose his side over yours.

You looked at the lair one last time, trying to preserve what you know you couldn’t have anymore: the warm welcomings, laughing until 5 in the morning, Mario Kart competitions, you name it. As you choke out a cry and walk towards the exit, what were good memories are now too painful to be felt and be remembered, although you already knew that it would haunt you constantly.

Only if you knew a certain turtle, who’s very fond of the color purple, watched and listened to it all in his lab. All of it. All 6 months of it.

Donatello’s top 5 regrets was not coming after you when you ran out crying, if he only knew this would drag into months on end, he would tackle you in a hug and tell you that you are indeed going to be missed, the time he wished to respect your privacy, looking back now, he knew it was a bad move on his end, Donnie was too used to observation and theories, that in this moment the situation needed a bit more action.

When you first befriended the turtles, there was an unspoken contract that they would track every move of you, for your safety and theirs as well.Donatello still had trackers on your personal turtle device, all of their humans friends had turtle-watches, not only for safety or rapid contact, but it also tracked vital signals, indicating any problems or disturbances about their friend's health.

So, when Donnie didn't see both of you and Mikey hanging out weekly, he didn’t think much of it, maybe you were just busy. But,when your signals started to point signs of bad nutrition, he got worried. When it showed a barely fictional human being, followed by hasty, god-awful goodbye (the courtesy of his older brother) he got obsessed with checking on you at least 4 times a week.

When your tracker suddenly shut down, he knew it was bad.

A different sound emitted from Donnie’s lab one quiet morning, a sound that if you have paid close attention, never went off before, this could have gone unnoticed because well, It’s Donnie. Every month he was working on something new, so maybe that was it, right?

By the way the second youngest flew out off the living room couch and, almost knocking Leo as he passed by, it truly showed the severity of the distinct sound.

"You have been away from your lab for 15 minutes and there's already a "situation?" Leo stood by the lab door, watching his brother's fingers work frantically while his eyes didn’t leave the monitors.

"Yes, i'm overachieving" Donnie replied, Leo cautiously approached, truth to be told, he wasn’t fond of Donnie’s lab. Sure, it was great for secret sharing, strategy talk, toaster fixing area, yes. However, the possibility that any sudden movements there might result in catastrophe made Leonardo feel uneasy to say the least. His movements were always precise inside his brother's favorite Lair spot. Don finally guided Leo's eyes with a short nod after a intrigued "So?" left his lips, a main notification wouldn't budge from the screen, your tracker wasn't on anymore.

The leader reached for his katana instinctively, ready to head towards the door. He felt a firm hand hold his bicep

"Pump the breaks, I don't think that's necessary", Leo raised a brow, Donnie was already familiar enough to understand how his brother was once again, questioning what on Earth he was on about - "I have been... monitoring them." Casting his eyes down, Don doesn't like to call it stalking, neither does his older brother, due the circumstances of their reality, they needed to keep an eye out, just to be to safe, That's what they would always say in the back of their heads. "I think they disconnected themself"

"Can you handle this?" Leo asked looking back towards the door to check if anyone was around. Donnie told him what happened that day, infuriated was a nickname for how the oldest felt after hearing about it.

Raphael didn't had any right to treat you like that, but he also knew if they argued about this, Michelangelo would find out, and the possible outcomes of it weren't pretty. He did make sure to be somewhat transparent about his knowledge over the secret quarrel, glancing towards Raphael if someone questioned your sudden dissapearance.

Truth to be told, Leo had no idea what to do. Figuring emotional, sentimental matters isn't his strong suit, and talking with Master Splinter would only raise red flags all around the situation. So they kept the situation under the rug. only if he knew what was going on between the two of you would drag it for months, he truly wished he had done something sooner.

"Yeah," Donnie remembers clearly how crushed you looked back then. Was it fair to visit you? To make you relive all those unpleasant memories?

"I hope so." His carapace met the cushion of his favorite chair followed by a drawn-out sigh as silence settled between the two brothers.

Honey colored eyes turned back into the monitors, Donnie knew briefly how you managed to get by these past months. From monitoring subway stations you caught towards work, to hijacking the local market surveillance cameras. he was glad that you were indeed getting by or so it seems. Again, he doesn't like to call it stalking. It's not like he watches you 24/7, maybe, 16/7? Weekly checkups? Just to make sure you are alright, that's what friends do, right?

Donnie felt a light hand over his shoulder, followed by a pair of sorrowful yet sympathetic Imperial blue eyes, "Tell they have been missed." A half-smile graces Leo’s features. There was mutual sentiment between them. Just because you were mainly Michelangelo's (former) best friend, doesn't mean you didn't leave a print on everyone else.

"Shall do." Donnie responds with an uncertain smile as he stares back into the monitors. Quickly gathering his gear, it was already nighttime. Soon enough they all needed to headout.

Don sneaked towards the garage entrance by Leo's guidance, he had exactly 48 minutes before patrol, he could be at your place in exactly 9 minutes and 36 seconds, 7 minutes if there was no humans luckering on closest manhole’s alleys to your place, Don lips grow thin and firm, is 38 minutes and 24 seconds is enough to cover a 6 month silence between all of you?

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comments and feedbacks are welcomed!! and thank you @melancholysway for being so helpful into making this scenario possible!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #dark corner #giulia writes #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tcest dont interact i swear to god.#tmnt scenario #tmnt fandom #tmnt headcanons #tmnt fanfiction

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How about these for the ask game?

6. Least favorite movie

9. Favorite fight scene

21. Unpopular opinion about anything

34. Favorite outfit/look of the character of your choice

HI THANKS!!! <3

6. Least favorite movie

I was gonna say this was hard because I don’t think I have an MCU movie I despise, but also not really hard at all: every Thor movie after the dark world for the OG6. More recently Quantumania. I enjoyed Quantumania, but I’m not a fan, if that makes sense? I think I was just overall disappointed with Kang in this movie. I was sooooo hyped, like unbelievably hyped, about seeing Ant-Man and Kang fight. I rewatched the trailer countless times, I obsessed over the soundtrack - I was really into it. And it fell really flat towards the end for me. I was expecting more. Nonetheless, the world and idea of it is still super cool to me and I may even rewatch it.

For the post-TDW Thor movies, I’m being insanely petty because I can’t even remember Ragnarok clearly and I haven’t watched Love and Thunder. I remember enjoying Ragnarok, but I also remember disliking it. I think I felt it was weird on the characterization front and also too comedic in a bad way. The things I’ve heard about Love and Thunder makes it seem that it has the same issues as Ragnarok, but like, way worse. I still plan on watching it though, because I don’t like speaking on things I have no business speaking on lol.

I’m just really sensitive about Thor characterization, I’ve realized. I think he’s so complex and I really don’t like to see him…portrayed as a shallow clown. Or a fool. Or any resembling that. I adore Thor, so so much and so I’m extra nitpicky about him. He has depth and insight that deserves to be explored! I don’t understand where the MCU is trying to take him, but I don’t like it! Same with Bruce, kind of.

Honorable mention: AOU but only for that scene where Bruce fell into Natasha’s boobs. Literally so fucking ridiculous, I will never pass up a chance to talk about how much hatred I have towards that cliche - ugh.

9. Favorite fight scene

I answered this in the previous ask, but I’ll add another one! Not so much of a fight…but a pre-fight maybe. STEVE IN ENDGAME WHERE HE FACES THANOS’ ARMY ALONE. I melt into a puddle each time. I tear up each time. As I’m typing this my eyes are getting misty because I love that moment so much. It encapsulates Steve Rogers (Captain America) so damn well that it makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. A lone, human, with a broken shield, knowing it’s completely hopeless, but standing up to fight anyways cause the vulnerable people who rely on him are more important than fearing what’s in front of him. I LOVE STEVE THAT’S MY MAN, MY ONE AND ONLY, I WILL NEVER GET OVER EG STEVE.

This is also why I hate when people bash EG for his last 10 minutes of screentime because we have some of his absolute BEST moments in this movie. Literally so fucking good…and people want to circlejerk over how much they hate him because he decided to go back in the past. Mind you, I’m a former “I’m not fond of Steve’s ending because I feel like it doesn’t fit him, but I don’t blame Steve for it” fan - but after all the slander, I’m now the type to draw up an essay on why it makes perfect sense for him to make that decision.

21. Unpopular opinion about anything

I’m trying to think of a #real unpopular MCU opinion that I haven’t said before. One of my pet peeves is when someone asks for an unpopular opinion and it’s like the coldest take you’ve ever heard, lol. I don’t want to be that. I’m realizing I have a huge mouth and talk too much because everything I’m thinking I’ve already said, examples being:

Endgame Steve going back into the past makes perfect sense for his character arc and the circumstances he’s had in the future

I’m not sure if this is unpopular in my corner of fandom or overall: IM1 Tony still holds at least some responsibility for his weapons being…misused. I mean, I feel like even Tony acknowledges this and I don’t even think he’s wrongly giving some blame to himself. I think it shows his self-awareness…and I like that about his character. I know a lot of people say that Tony doesn’t do accountability, but I’d say he absolutely does. Half of his mistakes in the following movies are because he’s trying to find a way to atone. It’s moreso a lot of his fans that like to absolve him of his mistakes, he seems to own up to them pretty frequently. Not always verbally.

Oh! I just thought of one that yes, I’ve said…but I think I’ve said it in DMs not publicly (or maybe I said it in the server before)? Also it’s not even an MCU criticism. I think every conversation surrounding SteveTony in CACW is automatically in bad faith if we only discuss the murder of Howard and Maria and not the Accords. This is partially why I’m in a state of constant annoyance when giving CACW fics a chance. I don’t think it’s a fair or honest discussion or break down without looking at the two main corners of the conflict. Because the Accords is not something to gloss over people! The implications of what would happen to people like Steve is not something to be taken lightly. And the way they were presented is not - Let me stop here before I fall into a rant. I have some self-control.

34. Favorite outfit/look of the character of your choice

I love, love, love Steve’s AOU suit. Well, aesthetic wise at least. They could lose the red accent on the chest and it would be 10x better. But if I’m going for Captain America realism, I’m throwing in my vote for the CW suit! I was going to say the Smithsonian suit was my favorite (lowkey is….) but someone told me that it’s a replica and isn’t fully accurate to the suit he wears in CATFA and frankly, I’ve never checked to confirm. But if that’s wrong, then the Smithsonian suit is absolute my favorite. I can’t even tell you why I like it so much. Classic. Leather. It could benefit from a tighter fit, but the look of it screams Captain America to me <3

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3 <3 <3

#INTERROGATE ME #me my mine

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 8 months

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Girl, chapter ten was so good. All the characters and alliances you added fit so perfectly into the first episode of the show I don’t know how you do it with this many characters. You always create such a immersive atmosphere with all the descriptions of the places, dragons, the food ect.

I love the Royce family so much and I was so glad we saw them together without Daemon throughout this chapter.

Rhaenyra being like “you’re mine, bitch” to Yorick was so fun to read, I think all things considered they have a pretty normal cousin relationship (you know, apart from Nyra feeling like she’s entitled to have him as her male wife).

I felt so much for all the kids in this chapter, I think by creating Yoricks character and making him the age that he is you really managed to draw attention to how fucked up all the relationships in the show are. ( I think the fact that there are literally no male characters that are around the same age as Rhaenyra and Alicent in hotd plays a massive part in how easily the insane age gaps and abusive grooming relationships get overlooked, and even excepted amongst the fans because if you look at the show, there really aren’t any other options for the young female characters that we see . I mean like of course there are, but they are never shown to us and that’s kind of why most people overlook the toxicity of the relationships they form with the older guys in the show) but by adding in Yorrick, the son of Daemon, Viserys’ younger brother and making him the same age as Rhaenyra and Alicent and Leana really shows how messed up those are.

I think it’s so cool how Rhea and Otto and all the other andal lords and lady’s are really good at managing shit and thinking up alliances and just you know using logic and their brains and then there’s like the legendary Targaryens that keep throwing tantrums and just doing whatever.

Yorick finally stepping up to Daemon without holding back was to die for, I loved that part so much.

And Criston being Otto’s emotional support guard was absolutely hilarious

“I apologize that did not go how you expected, my Lord Hand.”

“It is not your fault, Ser Criston. I just…have to try something else.”

*slaps Criston's helmet like the hood of a used car* This baby can fit so much Hightower emotional support in it!

I'm so jazzed you liked this chapter, it was so fun to write! Ella had her time to shine with the Royces in Family Ties, so Yorick needed that too! I want the relationships to be well established & thought out so it hurts more when everyone is sad about various stuff so that it makes sense as I string us along to various points within the show. Like, somebody has to do that.

And yeah. The age of the twins (and Aemon for that matter, because he's only 3 years older than Aegon) really is making so many of the relationships feel even squickier. I initially chose the age I did for the twins because, like, that logically feels like when Daemon & Rhea would have had kids, but it has wound up serving other purposes as well (giving the Velaryon sibs friends who aren't each other, showing how glaring the age gaps are/that these men are all old enough to be their wives' dad, explore early season stuff).

Yorick & Rhaenyra's relationship, in my head at least, is gonna get so fun & I had such a good time laying those foundations. I only hope I can keep to what's in my brain for how complicated that shit is gonna be (less complicated than the au where Rhea didn't panic & betroth him to Shireen, but still complicated). Tbh, all the relationships are gonna get complicated. But I'm looking forward to it because I love having a ridiculous amount of moving parts like large, interconnected casts & bickering nobles. (Especially bickering nobles who have to use their brains instead of throwing toddler tantrums backed up by sentient nukes--not that that can't be fun on occasion--, the contrast is absolutely delightful)

Finally: the confrontation. I was sooooooo hyped for that. Unbelievably, mega hyped. It is setup for the good good later. Punches are getting thrown (hopefully multiple times, I want to fit in at least 2 fights. Somebody besides Yorbert needs to beat that man's ass). My Son Boy has so much pent up anger & frustration (& sure he's making Cannibal better, but that dragon is also making him worse a little bit), that he needed to finally let it out. Thank God he likes picking the correct targets for his pointed "lmao, no one respects you" missiles.

#asks #sotf commentary #fic: sins of the father

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episodicnostalgia · 8 months

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Star Trek: The Next Generation, 102 (Oct. 3, 1987) - "The Naked Now"

Written by: D.C. Fontana (as J. Michael Bingham) Directed by: Paul Lynch

The Breakdown

The entire Enterprise crew get infected by space-drunkeness, which results in everyone acting like horny teenagers, except Wesley who just continues to act like a ten year old, but even more insufferable. Thankfully this isn’t the first time something like this has happened (as fans of the original series will know), and after a few hiccups Dr. Crusher is able to manufacture a cure, just in time to stop Wesley from killing everyone on board.

Oh and Tasha Yar has sex with Data, which is sadly the most famous thing her character is remembered for. Well… the second most famous thing. The writers really did waste the potential for this character.

The Verdict

I can’t honestly say I thought this was good, but after the pretentious melodrama of the pilot I have to admit ‘the naked now’ is at least amusing in a so-bad-its-good kind of way. The major draw back here (aside from the sheer ridiculousness) is that the episode relies on all the characters-acting-out-of-character before the cast have had an opportunity to define what being IN character even looks like. Although seeing Picard transition into his horny schoolboy persona is pretty funny, and if that’s not what Star Trek is all about I don’t know what is.

2 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

Picard is still such a grumpy asshole.

Tasha Yar needs to chill a bit. I understand why she would want to keep her rendezvous with Data private, but just explain that to him. For that matter, considering how literally Data takes things, abruptly telling him “it never happened” without any further discussion seems like a pretty good way to just confuse the matter.

Two episodes in and Wesley nearly destroys the Enterprise. Off to a great start there bud.

The characters are supposed to be acting drunk but they’re acting more high than anything. I have to assume the writers were doing so many drugs, that they couldn’t remember what being drunk-on-it’s-own felt like. It was the 80’s, after all.

#star trek the next generation #The Naked Now #tng season 1 #star trek #scifi #tv shows #star trek tng #st tng #tng #denise crosby #space drunk #dc fontana #paul lynch #episodic nostalgia

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Katsuki Gets A Partner

Katsuki Bakugou x fem!OC

Summary: The hero commission wants the top three heroes for a mission that spans the entire Pacific Ocean. Number Two hero Dynamight is not a fan.

Warnings: Bakugou curses a lot

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"Who the fuck parked a damn motorcycle in front of the building?!"

"G-good morning, Dynamight, sir." His assistant sputtered. "It wasn't there when I got here this morning so I'm not sure!"

"Find out and get them to move the fucking thing! It's got an obnoxious stars and stripes paint job!"

He paused on his rampage towards his office when his assistant flinched, his face paling.

"L-like an American flag, sir?"

"What the fuck else would it be?"

"In that case, it probably belongs to the American hero who is waiting in your office for you." He mumbled meekly.

Katsuki's eyes snapped to the door to his office, not waiting to hear anymore before stomping over.

'Fucking Americans, so fucking ridiculous. Have to put their flag on fucking everything. This guy is probably going to be just as much of a dick as all the others I've met.'

Shoving the door open, he expected to get a reaction of some kind, but at first he didn't even see anyone in the room.

"So you always enter places like that, not just altercations with villains, McSplodikins?"

Pivoting on his toes towards the couch he kept in the front corner of his office, he was caught off guard to find not a male American, but a female.

She stood up as he faced her dead on, folding his arms across his chest.

Pale blue hair hung nearly to her waist, thick and wavy, matching the icy blue of her eyes. Though she seemed to be naturally fair skinned, hero work had clearly given her a tan that only dramatized the contrast with her hair and eyes. She was short, even from a few feet away Katsuki could see the top of her head wouldn't even reach his shoulder. A helmet sitting on the couch behind her, ripped black jeans, motorcycle boots, and a vintage All Might t-shirt underneath a leather jacket confirmed her to be the owner of the bike currently sitting in front of his agency.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. I was told you spoke English, but I suppose it is more polite for me to speak Japanese." she switched languages, speaking Japanese easily, but still accented.

"I don't give a fuck which language you speak, why the fuck are you in my office?"

"I'm Canary, your American counterpart for the upcoming mission involving the Zaleon gang."

Muffled explosions sounded from his fists, making his distaste for the entire situation known. Canary’s eyes flicked to the brief light show before she placed her hands on her hips, looking very much like she was about to scold someone.

"How long have you fucking people known about this? I was literally briefed yesterday morning." He questioned.

"As was I, except my brief was done onboard the plane that brought me to Japan. I've known probably just as long as you have. Though I wasn't informed you were unaware of my taking part."

"Yeah, but you had enough time to pack up that piece of shit bike you've got out in front of my agency."

For the first time since he'd entered the room, he got a reaction from her. Though it was only a barely there narrowing of the eyes, he felt satisfied in finally drawing out something.

"My bike is just as much a part of my hero suit as your gauntlets are a part of yours, Dynamight. My quirk is useful in a lot of situations but it doesn't exactly lend itself to speed. Not everyone can fly around the city with their fancy explosive sweat."

“And what is your quirk Canary?” he sneered.

“If you don’t already know Dynamight, guess you’ll just have to wait and see. I came here to get a jump on working out a partnership for the duration of this operation, but it seems I overestimated your willingness to act like a human fucking being. Have a good rest of your day, I’ll see you at the briefing in the morning.”

Reaching behind her to snatch up her motorcycle helmet, she stalked past him and out of his office, slamming the door in his face as he made to follow.

“Hold on a fucking minute, ya damn baby!” he yelled as he jerked open the door, angry enough to nearly tear the thing from its hinges.

Disbelief and anger coursed through him at the gall she showed, slamming a door in his face.

“I left my phone number with your assistant, Dynamight, if you need me.”

Her tone was professional, if a bit icy. Katsuki took advantage of his much longer legs to catch up then to block her path on her way to the elevator.

“You don’t get to just walk out like you’re in charge, this isn’t your damn America.”

“Trust me I know full well how much this place is not America. More than that, I’m from Texas, where hospitality is something of a specialty. Something you’re obviously incapable of. I’m glad you’re not the only Japanese hero I know, because if you were, I’d be embarrassed for your country.”

Taken aback, both by her words and the way she leaned forward to get in his face instead of backing down, Katsuki wasn’t able to respond before she ducked around him and smashed the elevator button. The bell dinged immediately and she stepped inside, Katsuki following, refusing to let her get the last word.

“I don’t even see why you Americans need to be involved in this, Icy Hot, Deku, and I can handle it. Worse, what the fuck were they thinking, sending you? Are you even in the top fifty American heroes?”

Humorless laughter rang through the small space, taking him by surprise once more, as she eyeballed him.

“You don’t think I’m good enough to partner with, huh? Worried about my rank? Well you’re stuck with me. We knew your reputation going into this, so I doubt either of my cohorts will want to work with you any more than I do.”

The elevator reached the lobby and she was zipping through the doors just as soon as they were open enough for her to slip through. Taking a detour to the reception desk to deposit her temporary badge, Katsuki stomped after her.

“Appreciate it, Miss Canary. Your permanent badge will be ready when you next return.” the receptionist promised politely.

“Thank you, Kimiko. I hope your husband gets over his allergies quickly!”

The ice in her voice thawed into something warm and sunny when talking to the other woman, making Katsuki scoff at her. Not that she was paying attention to him in that moment.

The smile his receptionist sent the American doubled in size as she bowed her head in thanks.

“I look forward to seeing you again.”

“You too! Have a nice day, Kimiko.”

After a quick bow of her own, she turned to the doors, ignoring Katsuki’s stalking presence behind her.

“You just going to ignore me the entire fucking time we’re on this operation then?” he growled as she threw her leg over her motorcycle.

“Mission hasn’t started yet, Dynamight. So I’m going to spend the day seeing the city and visiting with my Japanese hero friends. You’re the one being difficult.” she paused long enough to pull on her helmet, lifting the whole front up like a visor to keep the rest of her words from being muffled. “Might want to get your head out of your ass before tomorrow morning, because I’m not letting your shitty attitude be the reason this operation fails.”

She kickstarted her bike when he opened his mouth to answer, punching a few buttons on the small screen set above her handlebars, behind the tiny windshield.

“See you around, McSplodikins.” she called over the sound of the engine.

With a flick of her wrist, she brought down her visor and saluted him.

Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he found someone so insufferable as the woman who was currently leaning over her street bike, speeding off through the parking lot and onto the street like she’d been navigating Musutafu traffic her entire life.

“Gotta be fucking kidding me.” he grumbled watching her disappear into the distance, blue hair flying behind her as she went.

Once she was out of sight he spun on his heel to stomp through his agency once more.

‘This is going to be a fucking nightmare.’

His journey back to his office was uninterrupted, everyone in the agency very aware of his mood just from looking at him. He slammed the door shut behind him then sat down at his desk. He detached his gauntlets, setting them carefully next to the wall and out of the way. Unlocking the secure drawer on his desk he pulled out the mission file he’d been given for the operation Canary had mentioned. He read through it twice, coming to the same conclusion both times. It was obvious the Americans would be involved, but not that he’d have to partner directly with one. He was starting to get the feeling the person who’d written the file had done that on purpose.

He reached into his pocket for his phone, searching through his recent calls until he found the contact he was looking for. It rang several times before an obnoxiously cheerful voice chirped from the other end of the line.

“Hey, Kacchan! What’s up?”

“Did they send you an American to babysit too?”

“Huh? Babysit?”

“I got to my office after my patrol and found a fucking American sitting on my couch, telling me she was my partner for this shitty mission we got handed.”

“Kacchan, this mission is huge, there’s a reason the commission wanted the top three on it.”

“I fucking know that ya damn nerd, just answer my question!”

Deku’s sigh crackled through the speaker, making Katsuki grip his phone harder than he probably should have.

“Yes, I have an American partner. Shoto too.”

Katsuki just groaned as he dropped into his office chair, leaning his head to the side to hold his phone with his shoulder so he could strip off his gloves.

“Oh, come on Kacchan, this is going to be great! It’ll be great publicity for both countries, you know, international cooperation. Besides, it’s not often we get to work with heroes from other countries.”

“I don’t fucking like heroes from other countries, Deku.”

“Who’s your partner?”

“Some chick named Canary.”

“Really?! I didn’t know Canary was here!”

Katsuki heard something muffled from Deku’s office, then a loud thump as he assumed Deku laid his phone down.

“What the fuck, nerd?!”

“Aelin!” he heard the other hero exclaim. “I can’t believe you’re here! Are you really working with Kacchan? With Dynamight?”

Katsuki paused, straining to hear an answer, but he couldn’t make out the words being said, once Deku calmed down he couldn’t hear what he was saying either. Just a laugh in response to whatever she had replied with.

“Fuck you Deku, I’m still here!” he screamed into the phone, but still didn’t get a reply.

Aggravated, he held out his phone, setting off a small explosion close enough to the mic to be caught, but far enough that it wouldn’t damage his phone. His assistant squeaked from the other side of the wall, but Katsuki ignored him. He heard shuffling as he was finally able to get the nerd’s attention once more.

“Hey, sorry Kacchan. Canary is here, do you remember, she’s one of the heroes I worked with during my time in America?”

“Why the fuck would I remember that, Deku?”

“I talked about her all the time!”

“Ask your fucking girlfriend then, just call me back when she’s gone.”

“Actually, she and I were just making plans to go to dinner so I could introduce her to Ochako and Shoto. You should come too, Kacchan.”

“Not a fucking chance, I’m not gonna deal with her except when I have to. I’ll see you in the morning, nerd.”

“Wait, Kacchan -”

Katsuki hung up, immediately dropping his face into his hands, pushing his mask up over his forehead, muttering to himself.

“This is gonna be the longest mission of my fucking life.”

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“So, you met Kacchan I see.” Izuku smiled apologetically as he set down his phone.

“I sure did.” she confirmed with a sigh, placing her helmet on his coffee table before plopping to lay on her back on the plush couch against the wall. “He’s all that you said he was and more. I’m not sure how well this is going to go, ‘Zuku. I don’t have very long to get on his good side before we’re going to have to go into the field together.”

“He’s rough around the edges, but once he realizes the operation depends on it, he’ll at least be professional.”

“I don’t know why they paired us up to be honest, it’s not like our quirks are really suited for working together.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck in the way she recognized as one of his nervous ticks. She sat up immediately, realizing he knew something.

“What do you know that I don’t, Izuku Midoryia?”

“Uh, well, there may be a rumor that you were paired with Kacchan because the commission thought you would be able to calm him down in tense situations with your quirk. They want the top heroes on this, but they also don’t want things to get out of hand like the last large scale operation Kacchan was a part of.”

Aelin groaned, throwing her head against the back of the couch.

“I’m a top hero in my own right, Izuku, they aren’t seriously only using me to keep Dynamight on a leash are they? I’m also the only female directly involved in this, they can’t tie my hands and relegate me to the sidelines!”

“Hey, hey, I promise that’s not it!”

To his credit, the Izuku she’d known years ago would have started rambling apologies and stumbling reassurances. This was Izuku with several more years of maturity and hero experience under his belt. It looked good on him as he sat in front of her on his coffee table, placing an encouraging hand on her shoulder.

“You’re here because you’re a top hero. The possibility of you having an effect on Kacchan is yet to be tested, and won’t have an actual bearing on the mission.”

Nodding reluctantly, Aelin crossed her arms, thinking through the situation carefully.

“Do they honestly think I'd be comfortable using my quirk on my own partner like that? And he's definitely not going to like or agree to it! Besides, you know how his quirk works as well as I do, most of that anger and high energy counteracts the way his heart wants to slow down because of the nitroglycerin in his body. It also helps him produce sweat.”

“I know, but what I also know is that Kacchan doesn’t exactly try to keep any of that ‘anger and high energy’ to a reasonable level.”

“Yeah, noticed that first hand. I take it he’s not coming to dinner.”

“Uh, yeah, it’ll just be the six of us, I guess. If your friends want to come.”

“I’m sure they will. I’m honestly surprised North hasn’t stopped by here. All three of us agreed that we’d try to get a jump on things with you three before we settled down for the night.”

“He did, I hadn’t come back from patrol yet, so I missed him.”

As he spoke, Izuku typed rapidly into his phone, seeming like he was sending several messages.

“Need me to go?”

“What? Oh, no, I’m texting Ochako to let her know you’re here. She’s on her way over and should be here soon. Also asked Shoto if he’d met his American partner yet.”

“I can’t wait to meet her! You’ve been crushing on her for so long, it’s about time you manned up and did something about it!”

“Hey! You know why I waited!”

“Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses! You’re lucky no one snapped her up before you managed to get up the nerve to ask her.”

“Okay, well, I can’t argue that point.” he said with an eyeroll, moving back to his desk.

“What’s North like? I know a little about him. Mostly his quirk though, he is the Number One in America after all.”

“He’s a nice guy, but flirty. Once he knows Ochako is taken you won’t have to worry about her, but he is very friendly with pretty, single women. Easily distracted sometimes. You may have to keep him on task depending on who’s around.”

“Including you?”

Aelin just groaned dramatically at that, making Izuku chuckle.

“Seriously though, he’s a good hero. He’s from Georgia, so I don’t know him personally, just from running into him at big hero events, but he has a good reputation.”

“It still kind of blows my mind how spread out you guys are.”

“America is a big place.” she said with a shrug, “Even the middle of nowhere deserves a decent hero to protect it.”

Izuku hummed in agreement.

“And the hero Shoto is paired with?”

“Jonas, I know him a little better. We went to the same hero school, he was two years ahead of me, but I did my first work study with a hero agency he was interning at. From what I know of Shoto, they’ll work very well together. Their quirks are both elemental and they’re both clever enough to find a good way to work them together I think. And they both have a similar stoicism. I don’t know about Shoto, but Jonas has a very witty sense of humor though. A lot of the time, I’m not even 100% sure he’s joking until he tells me. He’s got a very honorable streak. Takes things that most people take for granted very seriously. Common courtesy and chivalry and the like.”

Izuku grinned at her description.

“Yeah, he’ll get along with Shoto just fine then.”

A series of quick knocks interrupted them, but by the way Izuku’s face lit up, Aelin couldn’t bring herself to mind.

“Come in!”

“Is she here yet?” the bubbly brunette asked before giving an excited squeak when she spotted Aelin sitting on the couch.

Aelin grinned as she made eye contact, noticing the anti-gravity hero was no bigger than she was. It would be nice not to be the only small one around for once.

“You must be Ochako!” she exclaimed, hopping up from her seat and quickly wrapping the heroine in a hug. “It’s so amazing to finally meet you! You’re so much cuter than your pictures! Sorry about the hug, I couldn’t resist.”

After a moment of shock, Ochako returned the hug giving a little squeeze before letting go.

“Knowing Pinky, as long as I have I'm used to spontaneous hugs! Besides, I'm excited to meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I’ve known you for as long as Izu has!”

"I could say the same about you." Aelin laughed, settling back on the couch as Ochako walked across the room to greet Izuku.

Setting her helmet on his desk she huffed in embarrassment when he tugged her into his lap and buried his red face in her neck.

“I hear that I have you to thank for this guy finally plucking up the courage to ask me out.” She said teasingly, poking her boyfriend in the arm.

“Only a little bit. The distance, I think, helped it along a lot more than I did. You wouldn't believe how miserable poor Izuku got on days we’d have to work late and he wouldn’t get to do more than send you a quick message because you were already on patrol.”

“Hey, you swore you wouldn’t tell!”

“As if you haven’t already told her!”

Izuku sniffed, looking a little bit like a certain blonde she’d finally met that morning.

“Izu, you’ve been spending too much time around Bakugou!” Ochako complained, reading Aelin’s mind.

“Oh! Speaking of, have you seen the group chat? He is ranting in it right now!”

When Izuku’s only response was a furrowed brow, she pulled her phone from her belt.

“He’s been going on and on for about thirty minutes about someone he has to partner with on a mission.”

Interest piqued, Aelin leaned back on the couch, arms crossed with a grin as Izuku’s face grew horrified.

“I know Bakugou is naturally dramatic, but this is bad even for him. I haven’t gotten the chance to answer just yet.”

“Uh, Chako.” Izuku tried to interrupt, but it came out so breathlessly she didn’t hear it.

“You might not have met him yet, Aelin, but Bakugou is very much the drama queen. He can be so mean too. I’m glad he’s toned it down a little since school, but he has moments where he’s still such a gremlin.”

“What did he say about the new partner?” Aelin questioned, cutting Izuku off with a look.

With a groan the green haired man buried his face back in Ochako’s neck.

“He calls them all sorts of mean names, griping about having to work with someone who’s not even ranked. He doesn’t say who it is though. Izu, do you know?”

“Yes.” he moaned.

“Really, who is it?”

“Me.” Aelin supplied for him.

Ochako, to her credit, went white as a sheet.

“Oh my god, Aelin I am so sorry!”

“It’s not you who should apologize, ‘Chako. Can I call you ‘Chako? That’s not a special nickname for Izuku right?”

Still looking very much like a deer in headlights, Ochako shook her head.

“Cool. Like I said, I’m not upset with you, but could I see?”

Ochako hesitated when Aelin held out her hand, looking at her boyfriend but getting no help from him.

“I promise whatever I see stays between us.”

“He’s really not as terrible as he sounds.” the brunette attempted to soften things as she handed off her phone.

“Oh, I met McSplodikins before I stopped by here. His particular brand of gremlin is one I’m very familiar with.” she snorted, scrolling up in the chat to find the first message Bakugou had sent.

Blasty 💣:

12:20pm

If any of you fuckers owe me a favor, come put me out of my fucking misery.

Eiji ⛰️:

12:21pm

NNNOOOOOO!!! No one is allowed to take out my best friend!!!

Mina 💖:

12:21pm

It’s too early in the day for your melodramatics, Bakubabe, what are you whining about?

Blasty 💣:

12:22pm

Got stuck with some fucking extra for a mission. Gotta be brand fucking new too, never heard of them before. I’ll probably have to babysit the entire fucking time. New commission pulling their bullshit.

Tenya 🏃🏻:

12:23pm

Bakugou! You can’t call other heroes extras regardless of their capability or age!

Denks ⚡:

12:23pm

Can’t be that bad Kacchan! Just be your usual, bubbly self and you’ll have them wrapped around your finger in no time!

Ky 🎶:

12:24pm

I think you’re mixing up Bakugou with Ochako, Denki.

Blasty 💣:

12:25pm

Fuck off Dunceface! You too Ears!

Mezou 💪:

12:25pm

Mina, it’s after noon, it’s not early

Mina 💖:

12:26pm

It is when you pull an 18 hour day and had just gotten into bed when Blasty Boy started his shit.

Hanta 😁:

12:27pm

You’ve worked with other heroes before Bakubro, what’s so bad about this one?

Blasty 💣:

12:29pm

It’s some nobody American! I’m not even sure what excuse the fucking commission is using this time. Shitty bike was parked out in front of my agency this morning too. Stupid, self-righteous extra with a stupid fucking American flag painted on the side of the thing. Moron even said I was being difficult.

Mina 💖:

12:30pm

…

Eiji ⛰️:

12:30pm

…

Ky 🎶:

12:30pm

…

Hanta 😁:

12:30pm

…

Rikido 🍰:

12:30pm

…

Fumikage 🖤:

12:31pm

…

Denks ⚡:

12:31pm

🤭

Mashirao 🥋:

12:31pm

…

Tsu 🐸:

12:31pm

… *ribbit*

Blasty 💣:

12:31pm

You dumbasses! What the fuck does that even mean??

Koji 🐰:

12:32pm

😳

Sho 🧊🔥:

12:33pm

I like my partner.

Blasty 💣:

12:33pm

OF COURSE YOU FUCKING DO! FUCK OFF ICY HOT!!

Mina 💖:

12:34pm

Wait, how come only you two randomly got partners??

Ky 🎶:

12:35pm

Yeah, what about the rest of us? What is this for?

Denks ⚡:

12:36pm

I want one!

Blasty 💣:

12:37pm

You can fucking have mine!

Blasty 💣:

12:37pm

I don’t have time for this useless shit

Momo 💕:

12:38pm

Bakugou, from what I’ve heard, Canary is lovely! What could you possibly have against her?

Shinso 💜:

12:39pm

What is with you and new people Bakugou? I’m supposed to be the unapproachable one and I refuse to let you steal my thunder

Blasty 💣:

12:39pm

Fuck you, you purple haired fuck. Maybe if you spent time in the sun people would know you exist!

Hanta 😁:

12:40pm

WAIT YOUR PARTNER IS THE AMERICAN HERO CANARY??? Dude she’s awesome! You’ve got to introduce me!

Toru 🧤:

12:41pm

Wait, doesn’t Izuku know her? From when he was in America?

Yuga ✨:

12:42pm

I believe he does. Tres bien, I will be asking him to meet her if she has a sparkling personality as our dear Yaomomo says

Eiji ⛰️:

12:43pm

Totally not manly to bash on a lady when you’ve never seen her skills Bakubro!

Blasty 💣:

12:44pm

You shitheads are missing the point!

Toru 🧤:

12:45pm

The point is that you should ask Izu about her and stop being an jerk!

Ky 🎶:

12:45pm

Seriously, do you even know what her quirk is?

Blasty 💣:

12:45pm

She wouldn’t tell me

Blasty 💣:

12:45pm

What do you know, Ears?

Ky 🎶:

12:46pm

🖕 That you’re an ass and if anyone tells you anything about Canary without letting you wallow in your assholery then I’ll beat the shit out of them.

Hanta 😁:

12:47pm

THAT MEANS YOU EI!!

Eiji ⛰️:

12:48pm

Hey! I’m too busy hiding Denki so Bakubro doesn’t force it out of him.

Denks ⚡:

12:48pm

Iida I need your help to run away from Kacchan before he murders me!

Tenya 🏃🏻:

12:49pm

Though Jiro’s wording is not what I would have used, I find I agree with her sentiment. I’m on my way to help, Kaminari!

Blasty 💣:

12:50pm

Bunch of fucking extras. You’re all useless!

Mina 💖:

12:51pm

😘

Ky 🎶:

12:51pm

🖕

Denks ⚡:

12:52pm

💖

Eiji ⛰️:

12:52pm

❤️‍

Hanta 😁:

12:52pm

💕

Koji 🐰:

12:52pm

🤗

Blasty 💣:

12:53pm

FUCK OFF!!!

Koji 🐰:

12:53pm

😢

Blasty 💣:

12:54pm

Fuck, except you, you big fucking baby

Koji 🐰:

12:55pm

🤗

As she reached the end of the conversation, catching up on the last couple of messages that had come in as she was reading, Aelin couldn’t help but smile.

“Seems like y’all have learned how to keep Bakugou in line over the years.”

Ochako’s shoulders sagged in relief as she took her phone back from Aelin.

“Kacchan knows we’re the only ones who let him rant without getting tired of him because of it. Plus, we know it’s not the anger we should be concerned about. It’s all the stuff he doesn’t let anyone see except on rare occasions that we worry about.”

Ochako nodded her agreement, still looking sheepish from having let the cat out of the bag.

“It’s not like I didn’t already know he was mad about all this. After reading that, I’m sure I can handle the big, bad Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” she assured with a wicked grin.

“I love you!” Ochako announced happily. “We should invite everyone tonight, Izu! Sounds like they’d all be excited to meet her. And she’ll definitely fit in!”

“As long as you think North and Jonas would be okay?” Izuku checked.

Aelin shrugged then dug her phone out of her jacket.

“I’ll ask, but I’m sure they’d love to meet everyone. Jonas is the same age as y’all, and North is only a couple years older, so they know all about the exploits of Class A over the years. Especially after the fight with All For One and the P.L.F. Your class has kind of been the standard a lot of American heroes measure themselves off of. They won't miss the chance to see how they compare.”

After sending off a quick text to her two companions, she handed her phone off to Ochako.

“I am definitely going to need your number ‘Chako. We have to get together so I can tell you all the embarrassing stories of Izuku from his two years in America.”

Ochako giggled, happily adding her number to Aelin’s phone and sending herself a text.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of girls’ nights while you’re here! The other girls are going to love you!”

“I’d be happy to meet them all.” she answered easily, with a smile. “In the meantime, I’m sure the great Symbol of Peace has patrol soon so I will give him some alone time with his lady love. I’m so glad to finally have met you Ochako.”

“Me too Aelin.”

“‘Zuku,” she bid farewell, holding her fist out for him to bump. “Don’t do anything stupid until you get to see me make McSpolidikins’ life miserable.”

The green haired hero snorted as he fist bumped with her.

“I look forward to it.”

Just as she was heading to the door, her phone pinged. Checking it quickly, she turned back to her friends.

“North and Jonas are in. Bring on your worst Class A!” she challenged with a wink.

The others laughed and she was out the door.

By the time she made it back to her hotel room, she felt herself succumbing to the exhaustion of being awake for so long. She set a quick alarm to wake her long before time to meet up with Izuku and the others, then fell face first into the plush bed. Wiggling out of her jeans allowed her to enjoy the silky sheets with a sigh as she hugged her pillow to herself.

‘What have I gotten myself into?’

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Might add to this later, but right now I have no clear idea for the story. I hope you enjoyed!

~Luna~

#katsuki bakugo mha #mha katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #original character #izuku x uraraka #izuku x ochako #my hero fanfic #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugou #bnha oc #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aged up characters

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bigdickevans · 1 year

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i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

#gail babbles about dumb shit

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frostbite-fics · 2 years

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A Sky Full of Stars: Part 1

Your usual nighttime walk is interrupted by a mysterious man. You quickly find that this man is the God of Night himself.

AO3 | Part 2 (NSFW)

You always enjoyed nighttime. It was quiet and calm, especially since moving back out to a rural area. Night was also a good time to go on a walk and think. No one bothers you when you’re the only one awake. This is why you decided to go on walks when you could during the night. The company of the stars and moon were all you needed while the world slept. You sat down on a rock in a clearing, taking a moment to admire the night around you. You cast your eyes to the sky. The full moon returned your adoring gaze.

The rustling of leaves broke you out of your reverie. “Now, what’s a little thing like you doing all the way out here at this time?”

You jumped up, whirling around to face the voice. Looking at the man the voice belonged to, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something ever so slightly off about him. Bathed in the light of the full moon, it was like it glowed for him, and him alone. He took a step forward. You took a step back.

“If my intention was to harm you, why would I have announced myself to you? It was for your benefit, not mine.” He leaned against a tree with arms crossed, eyes drawing over you, from your feet, slowly up to your face. Your breath caught in your throat. You could recognize the way he was looking at you. Like a king appraising a new servant, or maybe a cat eyeing up a mouse. Power. You weren’t standing in front of your average man. “I take it you have some idea of the situation here, right?”

“I- uh,” you swallowed. Your mouth felt so dry suddenly. “You’re not like me, are you?”

“I am something much more than you,” he smirked. Good. Great. What the fuck kind of situation did you just walk into? He pushed off from the tree, taking a few more easy steps towards you. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I don’t have any plans to hurt you. My question was genuine, you know. I’ve seen you taking walks out here for months now. So I’ll ask you again, why?”

“I- uh, I enjoy the peace. It’s quiet. It’s calm. Everyone lives for the day and talks like nighttime is dead, just because we’re asleep. But,” you gestured vaguely around you towards the trees, “this kind of proves it isn’t true. The night is so alive, if you just listen. It sings, if you’re willing to hear it.”

“Interesting,” he mused quietly. His face was near unreadable, especially with the moonlight reflecting on his glasses, obscuring his eyes from your sight. “For a human, you see more than I’d expect.” There it is. For a human. It makes sense, with his comment about being so much more. You were definitely in the presence of something much, much bigger than you. “The look on your face implies that you might know who, or at least what I am?”

“You’re a God?” Saying it out loud made you suddenly uncertain, it just sounded so ridiculous coming out of your mouth.

“Bingo!” He walked closer, until he was only a few feet in front of you. “God of Night, in the flesh. All this,” he spread his arms wide in a grand gesture around the two of you, “you have me to thank for.”

Okay, so you’re in the presence of the literal God of Night. That isn’t exactly the most normal thing in the world. You needed to pick your words carefully. He said he had no intention of hurting you, but you definitely didn’t want to risk pissing him off. “If I may, why are you here? On this… plane? I mean, the Gods live separated from us, right? So…” You trailed off, unsure of how to say what you were thinking.

“Simply, I took a little trip down here to meet you.” He said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve seen a lot of you as of late, while I’ve been working. So consider me… curious. Like you said, most humans consider the night dead, something only to rest during. Yet you, you seem to thrive in everything I’ve done here. The way you answered my question earlier only added to my curiosity. You are the most interesting human I’ve seen in a long time.”

He seemed to find this whole thing really amusing. Of course, a lowly human in the presence of a God. You were pretty sure “interesting” wasn’t exactly a compliment in this situation. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes. Who knew what a God would consider rude? Certainly not you. Would he be mad if you asked more questions? You hoped not, because there was one burning question on your mind. “Why me? Did I do something to get your attention?” You hesitated a moment before quickly adding on a quiet “Um, how should I address you?”

A hearty laugh bubbled from his chest. Your face burned in embarrassment. You closed your eyes, taking a breath in an attempt to squash the embarrassment back down. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a finger under your chin. He was tilting your head up to look at him. “You? I’ll allow you to call me Night. On one condition. One condition, and one more question answered.”

“What’s the question?”

“What is your name?”

Oh. He wanted your name? “It’s Y/N.” He hummed in acknowledgement. “And what was your condition?”

“That you tell no one about my visits or our conversations. I will know if you break that little rule, so I’d recommend you not try it.” Of course he would know if you told- wait. Visits? Conversations? As in multiple? “I intend to come back down here,” he smirked, “so I will be seeing more of you. Though, I suppose if you really didn’t want me around…”

“No!” You winced, realizing moments too late you cut off a God. “I mean, I’d like to see you again!” You clarified as quickly as you could.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled. His finger dropped from your chin as he leaned back, eyes glancing towards the sky. “I suppose it’s about time I get back to work. But I’ll be seeing you again soon, Y/N.”

You blinked, and suddenly he was gone. “Did that really just happen?!” You asked out loud. Just to be sure, you pinched your arm. Ouch. Well shit, that really did just happen. With a sigh, you headed home. That was MORE THAN enough excitement for one night.

Even waking up the next morning, you could hardly believe the events of the previous night. For a few nights you skipped the walks, not necessarily because you didn’t want to run into Night again while you were still processing… Just, it was a lot. So a combination of trying to make sense of this situation and rainy nights kept you inside. When you ventured out three nights after you met the God himself, the smell of rain still hung low. You turned to lock your door, startling as a clear voice rang out from a few feet behind you.

“And here I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

“Shit!” You jumped, dropping your keys. You turned, a hand on your chest in an attempt to calm your thundering heart. “Night, you scared me!”

“Clearly,” he deadpanned.

Oh, he was going to be the death of you. Quickly, you grabbed your keys from where they landed, locking the door and sticking them in your pocket. “I wasn’t avoiding you, the rain the past few nights made it too dangerous to go walking alone in the dark. I can’t exactly see in the dark and even with a light, it’s not all that safe.” Hopefully he would accept this reasoning. You still had no idea what kind of personality he had, beyond arrogant. But arrogant, like, in a charming way? Maybe it was a God thing, mere mortals can’t resist their pull or something. Maybe you just enjoyed his company.

“I guess that’s fair, you humans are fragile, after all.” He looked down the walkway, silently taking in the area around your home.

“It isn’t much, but it’s home, you know? Probably nothing compared to where you live.” If he heard you, he didn’t respond. He just started down the walkway, leaving you to follow behind him. The two of you continued down the path you usually walked. He seemed to know it as well as you did. You reached the place you had met just a few days prior, silent the whole way. Night’s company was nice, when he wasn’t acting so high and mighty. You found a spot that gave you a good look at the moon and stars, content to just bask in the silence however long Night would keep you company.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You glanced towards him, but he was looking at the sky with his hands settled comfortably in his pockets.

“It is,” you quietly replied. “Did you make the sky so full of stars?”

“More or less. The early days were a collaborative effort.” It hit you in that moment how insignificant you were. Night was eons old, seen countless generations come and go. And yet, he chose to visit you. Little, short lived, mortal you. The time he spent with you, even if it’s hours, must seem so small to someone that had lived as long as him.

He was still staring towards the sky, unmoving. Again it looked like the moonlight was made for him, the way it washed over him like there was no other reason for it to shine. He looks pretty like this. You mentally yelled at yourself for thinking about him like that. He probably expected that kind of reaction from humans, but still, you only met three days ago. You turned your eyes back to the sky, focusing on that was much safer than thinking about how Night looked.

“It’s about time we got you back home,” He sighed.

“Unfortunately I do need sleep to function,” You smiled. “But I appreciate you coming all the way out here with me.” He responded with a noncommittal hum, still not looking at you. “Hey, Night? I know I’m probably really fun to scare, but would you mind not sneaking up on me again?”

“If you insist, I suppose I’ll make my presence known sooner. If only so you won’t complain.”

“Thank you, Night.” Another hum. This guy really acted like your gratitude was expected. Well, he’s a god. Probably used to being worshiped.

It became a pattern, at least twice a week he’d join you at some point in your walk. It became a comfort over the months after you met to have him join you. Sometimes you’d open your door and he’d be outside waiting for you. Other times he’d only show up when you made it to the place you first met. Occasionally he’d be somewhere along your path. Those nights were the ones he seemed most tense. You can’t even begin to imagine how much he was responsible for, being the God of Night.

Tonight was one of those nights. You rounded the curve around some trees to see him pacing a few yards ahead of you. He stilled once he realized you were approaching him. He nodded once and started down the path. You caught up to him, but seeing the look on his face, you decided it was best to stay quiet for now.

He barely acknowledged you even once you reached the little clearing. He looked really tense. You wanted to ask him what was wrong. It was probably so above you, something you’d never understand. That didn’t change the urge to comfort him, to lend him an ear when something was clearly bothering him. In the months since you met, you liked to think that you had an amicable relationship. If he wanted to confide in you, he would. But you’re only human. The struggles of gods were so far above men. How could you even hope to understand?

“Night, I know I probably wouldn’t understand, but are you okay? If it’s a God thing, that’s fine. I just don’t like seeing you looking so tense.”

For the first time since you met up with him, he looked at you. There wasn’t an ounce of contempt or arrogance in his gaze. For once, it was clear he was looking at you . He was looking at Y/N, not a human that he has gotten close to. Cautiously, you took a step closer to him. He made no effort to move away from your advance, so you took another step. And another, until you were in front of him. His face was blank, hands hidden in his pockets. You touched his arm gently, “Y/N, I-” He cut himself off with a sigh. “Look, it’s really sweet that you want to know what’s going on, but this isn’t something you need to get involved in. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t acting like the Night I know. Please, I want to be someone you can talk to. I care about you.”

“And why do you think that is?” He practically spat the words at you. “I’m a fucking god, Y/N. I’ve lived long enough to know that I can draw humans to me simply by existing. I was meant to control and be worshiped. How sure are you that I haven’t been manipulating you for my own selfish reasons this whole time?”

“Very. You haven’t done a damn thing to me that a human couldn’t or wouldn’t.”

He glared at you for a moment. “You have no idea what I could do to you,” He hissed.

“You’re right, I don’t have a fucking clue! But that doesn’t change my mind. And if you’re too goddamned arrogant to accept that someone as lowly as a human could choose to care for you as a person before a God, then fine. But I will not just stand here while you try to convince me that I don’t feel the way I do.”

“Then walk away,” He snapped, “because I don’t plan to listen to you act like you know anything about me.”

“I want to know more about you, I always have! I can only take so much before I really wonder if I even matter to you.” You turned your back to him, “And for what it’s worth, I tried. I wanted to think, no hope , that somehow you cared for me too. I guess that was just too much to hope for.” Without turning to look at him, you began walking back to your home. You heard two claps behind you, and the vague echoes of something Night had said. You kept walking.

Once back inside your home, you let the tears you had been biting back flow. Stupid. How could I believe I meant anything to a god? The harsh words echoed in your mind. Why did I have to get attached? He was just bored and using our walks as an excuse to pass the time. Why else would a god spend time with a human? I wish I had never met him. I wish I had never started caring about him like this. Why does it hurt so fucking much? He was just a “friend” so why?

Shit.

“I fell in love with him…” You groaned. Of fucking course, you just had to fall for the arrogant God of Night. “I won’t go back. I’m done with these walks. I’m done with him.”

And for a while, you were. You stayed in at night, didn’t even think about venturing out after dark. After a few weeks of this, you were beginning to accept that if he hadn’t tried to reach out at all by this point, then it must confirm your fear that you were nothing to him. It made sense, someone as powerful as him must find humanity boring.

Shortly after nightfall on the Friday that marked a month since you last went on a night walk, there came a knocking on your door. Odd, but not unheard of. It was dark but still relatively early. You opened the front door, to be greeted with a sight you never thought you’d see again. Night.

“What are you doing here, Night?”

“You haven’t gone on a walk since that night.”

“I’m aware. What do you want?”

“To talk. Please let me in.”

“I’m going to be very clear with you. This is my home. I will accept no disrespect in my home, and if I tell you to leave, do it .”

“Understood, a home is a sanctuary.”

“Good,” You stepped aside. I can’t believe he had nothing to say to that.

You had barely closed the door when he grabbed your hands, holding them both so tenderly. “I know you’re angry with me for what I said. That’s fair. The truth is that I care about you. Far more than a God should care for a human. But you captured my heart in a way only a human can. You had no idea I existed, and I watched you for months as you went out to admire the night around you. You looked at the sky with a pure wonder that had nothing to do with me, and I wanted to see it more. I selfishly wanted to indulge my curiosity by meeting you. I couldn’t help but continue to indulge. I wanted more. I wanted to see you watch the stars, hear you talk about them. Y/N, I’ve fallen for you, and I wanted to push you away so I wouldn’t have to face that fact. This past month, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every night I looked for you, but I always found you here.” He paused, looking into your eyes for some indication of how you felt.

“You idiot!” Your eyes were beginning to tear up at the confession. “I was in love with you too!” You blinked away the tears and looked him in the eyes.

“I assumed it was my own selfish desire I was projecting onto you. I’m sorry.” He seemed genuine, if hesitant. He definitely did not make many apologies. It was a bit awkward, but sincere.

“You are so stupid. Really Night?” He tensed with those words, “Night, did you even realize that I was going on more walks when you started showing up? I was hoping if I took more walks, I would be able to see you more.”

His eyes dropped from yours to your linked hands. Silently, hesitantly, he brought one hand to his lips, barely brushing your knuckles against them. “Y/N,” he whispered, “You are so precious to me. It… pains me to know how short lived humans are.”

“Then stop thinking about it, just for now at least. Tonight, here, it’s just you and me.” He closed his eyes, dropping your hands and taking a steadying breath. Oh, how you wanted to kiss those pretty lips of his. In a moment of intense bravery, or stupidity (the next minute or so will determine which) you reached out, grabbing his upper arms to steady yourself, and you closed the distance between you. His eyes snapped open in shock as he reflexively stepped back. His hands reached for your waist, effectively taking you with him as his step backwards bumped his back against the wall. A small sound escaped his lips at the contact, but he quickly returned the kiss.

“Mmm, I really shouldn’t…” Another kiss, “I- this is-” Another. “Nngh, fuck,” he cursed under his breath as your lips brushed his jaw. His hands moved from your hips to your shoulders. You pulled back at the gentle touch.

“Sorry, too much?”

“Fuck no, but you deserve to know,” he sighed, closing his eyes, “This is incredibly taboo. I’m one of the first Gods in existence. I’m not supposed to have this kind of relationship with a mortal.” His head fell back against the wall behind him. “I want you to understand that I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you, but I also can’t promise the other Gods won’t find out. Some of them are more… traditional than I am and wouldn’t be too happy about this. Especially after the disaster that was my last relationship.”

“If they do find out? What then?”

He picked his head up from the wall, looking into your eyes, “Then I face them. There’s at least one that likely knows already. They won’t tell anyone, honestly not sure if they even could if they cared to. You’ll be fine if the Gods find out about this. I understand if that made you wary of continuing. If you still want me, I’ll gladly give you everything I can.”

You paused a moment, taking in his words. He clearly hadn’t had any emotional intimacy in a long while, judging by the way he spoke about the other Gods. He was being honest and vulnerable with you; in this moment, you were no longer God and human. You were just two people that had fallen in love. “I still want you. I trust you, Night.” Relief washed over his face. His hands slipped from your shoulders down your arms. “So, where were we?”

“I believe you had pushed me against the wall in order to kiss me,” he smirked.

“I didn’t push you, but if that’s what you want to believe I won’t argue.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you more intensely. As you kissed, his fingers danced lightly down your side, memorizing the way your body pressed against his.

His head fell back when your lips brushed his jaw again. You smirked mischievously, bringing your lips to his now exposed throat. “Fuck- nngh. Starlight, if you keep that up I won’t be able to help myself.”

“Starlight?” you hummed, a smirk on your lips. You placed another kiss to his throat, relishing the way his breath hitched before adding, “So I see you’ve already thought up a pet name for me.”

“If you- if you don’t like it I’ll just use your name,” he gasped as you nipped at his jaw, just below his ear. “Shit…” he swore under his breath. “You’re making this really difficult for me.”

“Good,” You hummed, “Say it again. Call me Starlight again.”

His hand came to rest on your hip, tightening in an effort to hold onto his self control. “Starlight, you’re driving me crazy. I have a lot of self control, and you’re testing every last bit of it.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You woke up alone, but you expected that. What you saw as you rolled over in bed was a note, neatly placed on the nightstand. Underneath the note was a necklace with a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. You smiled and unfolded the note.

Y/N,

I hate having to leave so quickly after the night we had together. I left you a small gift. It isn’t much, but it holds a small portion of my power. Wear it on your walks. The night will sing for you too.

-Night

#god of night #suggestive #frost fics #repost #star bright

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sacredshadow · 4 months

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Alright here's the third part of this story that I really should name. Since it is the day of the dirty (Sunday), this one is nsfw but you won't need to read it to understand the next part, I know some people are not comfortable with this stuff.

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Sexual stuff and drug use. I'll give you the first paragraph since that should be suitable for all audiences and is kinda funny, but after that, read on if you dare.

Azzanadra woke to harsh light piercing through his eyelids and a bird chirping in the tree above. Wait, tree? It took a few glances around to remember that they had gone away for the weekend and were sleeping out in nature. Well, that certainly explained the large lizard basking in the sun on his bare chest. It could probably stay for a bit longer, from its point of view Azzanadra was certainly the warmest rock around. Well, it was about time to wake up Sliske. Where was he? He would have gone to sleep as close to Azzanadra as physically possible. He had only woken up once during the night, and at that time Sliske had been flopped over him, elbow in his face. So by now he should be… No. Where was he? Ah. Down in the river, washing himself. Carefully avoiding taking note of the sun’s position in the sky and avoiding the embarrassment of finding out just how long he had slept in, Azzanadra gently nudged the lizard off him. It only shifted the tiniest bit when he poked it, looking up with a ‘why are you disturbing my nap’ expression. He prodded it again and it slowly ambled off him. He wasn’t sure if he was just imagining it glaring at him.

“Why are you using your tongue? You’re literally sitting in a river.” Sliske flicked his eyes up to see Azzanadra strolling down, then went back to licking his arm. “You do know you can use the…” Azzanadra sighed as Sliske rolled back, stretching out his body under the water. He almost looked like he was floating, with his arms and legs spread wide, toes and fingertips peeking out above the surface. It was hard not to notice how he seemed to be trying to draw attention to a particular area of his anatomy, angling himself so that Azzanadra had a clear view of between his legs. Azzanadra turned away. Not in the mood. He heard some splashing as Sliske stood and shook himself off, spraying water across Azzanadra’s one remaining item of clothing.

“Don’t forget your morning hug!” Sliske’s arms reached around from behind him and Azzanadra felt a warm, wet body pressed against his own. He couldn’t help but let out a deep, satisfied purr when Sliske reached down, his hands roaming around at his waist but not straying below. “I wonder how Trindine is going with managing things in Senntisten…” Wait, had he said that aloud? Instantly his view was filled Sliske’s smirking face, looking him right in the eye and reminded him that “rules are rules”, no matter how ridiculous they were. He held Sliske’s gaze as he lowered his underwear, the only thing separating them from being two naked Mahjarrat standing on the riverbank. Azzanadra didn’t need to look down to know how much Sliske’s cock was twitching with anticipation, ready for action as Azzanadra hooked up the garment with his toes and passed it up to his hand. Sliske didn’t wait for it to be offered before taking it and stretching it between his hands, letting it fall as it faded into the shadow realm. His smile revealed exactly what he expected to happen next, but Azzanadra certainly wasn’t going to make this easy for him. As soon as he felt Sliske’s hand gently brushing against his hip, the chase was on.

It was difficult running naked through unfamiliar terrain, but Sliske was going to have to work hard if he wanted to have him. The cold morning air was refreshing as he scrambled up a steep slope, Sliske only a few paces behind, close enough to make Azzanadra squeal by grabbing at his butt. He hadn’t ran in a long time, but he told himself the amazing view from the top of the hill was the reason he stopped. The valley below was filled with wildflowers, so many colours bobbing around in a sea of green grass. Unfortunately Azzanadra became part of the view as the full weight of a speeding Sliske collided with his back, sending them both tumbling down through the weeds.

There they lay, laughing and panting and gazing up at the sky, blue but dotted with the perfect amount of white fluffy clouds. Bees hummed lazily as they flew from flower to flower, barely noticing the two Mahjarrat that had just crashed down into the middle of the field. Petals brushed against Azzanadra’s forehead and he turned to gaze across at Sliske tucking a flower in behind his ear. “You’re the prettiest thing in this valley…” Sliske purred, sliding another flower behind one of Azzanadra’s horns. Azzanadra rolled over to search for a flower for Sliske, exposing his bare backside.

Wait for it… There. Sliske was in him only seconds later, pushing him to the ground and humping him hard and fast while Azzanadra dragged his claws through the dirt. He didn’t last long, burying his face in the grass to stop himself screaming out. But Sliske kept going, clearly not satisfied until he had made up for all the times over the past few months when Azzanadra had been too tired to let Sliske ride him. His legs started to spread involuntarily as Sliske plunged in deeper, sending him right to the brink of climax. He hadn’t realised how much he had needed this. Everything was either pressed against Sliske’s body or the ground, his erection stirring up the soil as Sliske jolted him around. It was impossible to take this for any longer without becoming a complete mess, probably scaring all the nearby wildlife with his moaning and whimpering. Somehow Sliske seemed to be going deeper each time he went in, even though Azzanadra’s hole must be tight and dry from so long without use. He was reminded of just how good Sliske could make him feel when he came again, this time not holding back as his seed spilled out into the soil, wailing for more. It must have been mixing with the dirt, creating some sort of weird sticky mud that became plastered to his skin. If Sliske was going to be continuing like this, he would certainly be having to lick Azzanadra clean.

It was amazing how long Sliske was on him for, but it wasn’t long enough. Azzanadra was still wanting more when he eventually climbed off and sank into the grass. “I’m sorry. I really should have asked,” Sliske apologised as soon as he caught his breath “You just looked so… I don’t know, I shouldn’t have done that.” Azzanadra held his hand to Sliske’s mouth, reaching his thumb under his chin and pulling him closer. “You don’t need to apologise. I mean, that’s what I’m here for. You have no idea how much I needed that,” Azzanadra whispered, pressing his nose and forehead against Sliske’s, “And now I’m afraid I’m going to have to touch you until you’re ready to do that again.” Sliske smiled. “He’s back. There’s my Azzy.”

Somehow the rest of the day passed like that, activities alternating between dozing, decorating each other with flowers, and screwing each other senseless. “You know, it’s probably time to start heading back…” Azzanadra murmured, sliding a stem between two fingers. They couldn’t see it, but the sun was probably starting to touch the horizon. Sliske plucked a petal from the flower Azzanadra was twisting in his hands. “We can go home tomorrow morning. Besides, I had a treat planned for tonight.” Sliske purred, reaching for his clothes. Azzanadra leaned across to kiss him on the neck. “You’ve given me so much already. Save some energy for tomorrow.” Sliske turned back, clutching something tightly in his hand. “Amazingly, my mind is actually capable of thoughts that are not about sex.” He chuckled as he opened his hand, revealing a tightly wrapped roll of paper. The smell of lantadyme smoke filled the air as Sliske lit the joint with sparks summoned on his fingertip. “After you, Azzy. You’ve earned this.”

“Do you ever think about the stars? There are so many out there. There are so many worlds out there. Freneskae, Infernus… I can’t think of any other ones… I wonder if there are any around the stars we can see now? And all of them can see the stars, like we could on Freneskae, like we are now. What if, on one of those worlds out there, there are two lovers looking up at the sky, just like us, wondering who’s out there. You get what I’m saying?” Sliske nodded. “Yeah. Stars are nice. You wanna fuck me now?” That wasn’t what he had been saying, but Azzanadra found himself agreeing before he had given it any thought. “Yeah, alright. Here, you take this.” He passed over what was left of the joint, so small it could only be held by the very tips of his claws. Sliske didn’t bother to put it out before swallowing it. “Get over here, you.”

The stars twinkled above them as made love gently, wind rustling through the grass around them.

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