#yall perhaps im crying

[neteyamsilly]

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 2

summary ;; Your burning determination to prove your father wrong and Jake's wish to teach you a lesson both end up in a pyrrhic victory. PART 1 | PART 3 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; im speechlessly overwhelmed at the sheer amount of love you guys showed me these past couple of days. like. literally never had something like this happen to me before. i got too excited to finish this chapter to give back to yall, there was an attempt to proofread but... i hope it's not too bad, please enjoy! as always, if you see any mistakes, im sorry!

The path further into the floating mountains was all the worse to navigate thanks to the lack of light, the only useful guides you had were the faintly flickering bioluminescent lights from the forest deep below. The branches twisting around each other to create a naturally built bridge from mountain to mountain benefited from this, contrasting as a clear obscured line to your eyes against the glow underneath. 

The easiest part of your journey, in hindsight, was just skipping along this line. 

You weren’t exactly happy about this.  

The more you left behind, the more you were freaked out that Neteyam or anyone else was onto your intentions already and hot on your trail right this moment. Imagining father making a beeline to you in the air with Bob, a cruel, merciless whistling arrow, made you all jittery and almost puking kind of nervous, pulling at the depths of your stomach. 

Your rationality told you that it was a half an hour walk to your spot from the tent, and Neteyam would be hurrying the more he thought he wasn’t able to catch up with you along the way, so you had around twenty minutes until the whole family was panicking and raising the clan to look for you. 

Tuk had gone missing once thanks to some hide and seek game with Lo’ak (she’d hidden so well and was waiting for her siblings to find her already, blindly sticking to the game for an entire day, not out of stubbornness but childish purity), and this was exactly what had gone down —

the resentful part of you questioned if father thinks of you highly enough to resort to that. 

If something happened to you, he would maybe urge your brothers to search for you for a while, and drop it then — leaving you to your own devices happily. 

Maybe. 

Were you even worth it in his eyes for a search party? You wondered if he cared enough that you disappeared. 

But that was a stupid, childish thought you knew you fantasized about a lot — perhaps this was why he’d called you immature. This was no mindset for a strong, independent, confident hunter. The thought father was right, even a miniscule bit was bitter on your tongue, worse than what he called black coffee. 

Disappearing so you’d find out just how much he cared was unfair to mom, for one. 

She had lost so much in such a short amount of time, the stories she sang poignantly about were hard to listen to without tearing up. Her home. The trees of voices, all the lost ancestors. Her father. Uncle Tsu’tey. Her first ikran, Seze. Loss upon loss you think there’d be nothing left to give anymore, but sky people’s fire was always hungry, always willing to waste more to grow bigger. 

You wouldn’t forgive yourself for making her cry in your pursuit to punish father. Never. 

You weren’t a child.

Just wanted to be one, sometimes.

Wanted father to babytalk you, pet your head longer than a passing touch as he walked away hurriedly to attend to other matters, make beads for your braids the way he always did from pretty stones he found on ponds, carve you little trinkets when you graciously had to give up your toys to Lo’ak and Kiri’s greed. 

Your neck piece was all them in fact, he’d see it if he ever paid enough attention, or perhaps it was all insignificant to him, five kids meant countless belongings for each individual child had been passed down from his hands, it would be a miracle for father to recognize you still wore his clumsy creations. But again, it had been too long since he’d even looked at you affectionately, he wouldn’t See. 

He’d transferred those habits entirely to Neteyam at one point in time. 

Your older brother would always ruffle Lo’ak’s hair and tease him the way father used to, comfort him in his own playful way, and even though the younger looked discontent at being babied, you knew he was happy Neteyam was quite literally his shadow to look after him through tough times — including shielding from father’s line of fire. In return, he was suffering from being a foil to the older son, you understood the struggle because you were going through the same comparison, you just weren’t obsessed with catching and living up to father as much as Lo’ak did. 

Win some, lose some, I guess.

Plus, Neteyam was trembling under the massive planet-weight pressure, he had to set the standard, he had to live up to the older brother title. He was becoming more of a father figure to Tuk as days passed and the Olo’eyktan became more transparent from his family’s life as a dad to five. 

Besides, Lo’ak made trouble enough for two people to go around that you felt bad for your big brother, Kiri was thankfully more mellow (despite frequently hanging out together with him and Spider) compared to him that Neteyam could breathe, not having to divide his attention. 

You were in awe of her about how disconnected she was from all the changing dynamics. She had her own problems you could never understand, more spiritual than your grandmother, and ever the ethereal soul who you thought would disappear into Eywa if flesh wasn’t holding her down to Eywa’eveng.

You were the teeniest, tiniest bit jealous of her (and Tuk) holding the softer sides of father, the boys thought he was deliberately softer because they were girls — but you were also a girl, so why weren’t you allowed in?   

Well, thanks to that, you’d gotten closer with Neteyam and known him better after the whole clan had settled on High Camp, so it wasn’t all that bad. You could badmouth father all day long sitting on some rock and make him laugh abashedly, guilty that he was smiling along with the trashing of the father’s name he respected so much — it was therapy, as Norm had taught humans frequently sought back on earth. It got you trying some things with Neteyam, becoming more of a companion and ranting buddy for him who he could be honest and open with, so that he didn’t have to worry about taking up a larger role in your life to fill father’s missing presence. You were concerned about him more than he could be concerned about you. 

That got you contemplating if father had noticed how comfortable his two oldest children were with each other that it was always Neteyam who he sent after you. A girl could dream, no? For one moment, it wasn’t because it was Neteyam’s responsibility, but because father was paying attention to how his kids got along.

The image of him pushed you to be frantically fast to reach your destination as the fear returned with might. If he caught you right now when you had no ikran to prove him wrong, the punishment he was sure to give would be way more humiliating, you at least wanted something in your name to taunt him with if you were going down anyways. 

A smile crept up your face at imagining him discombobulated and speechless, unable to pick out one thing that you did wrong. 

The carelessness that came with your speed combined with how dark it was to see where to clutch and put your feet on caused you to slip up countless times when climbing, the sharp rocks scraping the insides of your palms and insides of your forearms, lifting your skin up. What you cared about more than the pain was that the blood was now tracking material for your family to sniff you out — you couldn’t exactly wipe the rocks clean, so you carried on with a hammering heart, more afraid of father ruining your perfect moment than whatever ikran that would soon be going straight for your throat. 

At least you were able to wash the blood off your hands in the waterfall. 

Downside? You couldn’t see shit. With your bare back flushed straight to the wall of rock and your feet feeling out the thin edge, the shrill cry of ikrans and the roaring of water was about to overwhelm your senses too much to pay attention — 

and you slipped. 

The shriek that ripped out of you at the sensation of falling and the drop of your stomach alone almost made you pass out, and for a split second it was a good thing that you wouldn’t feel the moment you died, but your body, once again, was one step ahead of you, it twisted in the air the last second and your hands gripped the ledge. 

The wet rock and your blood made all that your life was hanging on slippery as you dangled into the abyss, swaying with the strong winds at this height. 

You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the nervousness, but something made you laugh out loud, and the bubbling laughter continued until you were able to pull yourself up safely at the ikran rookery, finally. 

Looking around like a fish out of water, how you hadn’t cracked your skull open shooting down to the forest below was a total miracle. 

You’d made it?  

No one was there to witness what you just pulled off in total darkness. Your whole body was shaking, and you weren’t even chosen by an ikran yet. This was happening. Shit. This was totally happening! 

Your excited and terrified, “Hell yeah!” went unheard apart from your aerial crowd. 

But. 

One among them answered your holler with its own that cut into the night like a battle horn. It was the closest one to you that was apparently watching you the whole time, starting to roar at you and twitching on its feet, shadow in the night informing you of its movements.

You’d seen from Neteyam and Lo’ak’s iknimayas that you only had a few seconds to pull your shit together until it attacked, this was meant to be dangerous, serious, you could end up as a late night snack to them if things went wrong, but you couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear that it had chosen you.

You were chosen. 

It wanted you as its rider. 

If only father could see you now. The sensation of being the one — being special was unmatched. Now you could somehow get the fraction of the high he must have felt as Toruk Makto.  

The, “Let’s fucking go!” that left you kept echoing into the night as you lunged at it, dodging to the left when it snapped at your head, hooking one arm around the ikran’s slender neck and clamping your legs around it the moment it started thrashing around wildly. 

You didn’t know why father had made a big deal out of it. You formed tsaheylu in no time, breaking Neteyam’s record — and you didn’t even have the rope to hoop around its neck and jaw. 

Firstborn daughter excellence. 

Confidence restored and triumphing wildly to the pulse of your heart, the flickering smile on your face in wonder turned into a full-fledged smirk. At that moment, nothing mattered. It was just you and your victory. Proving father wrong. 

Feeling the ikran’s lifeforce through the bond, a shiver went down your back as his beady eye looked up at you, pupil shrinking and expanding rapidly while you both took a minute to catch your breaths after the fierce wrestling. 

“Gotcha,” you panted. “You’re mine now.”

The adrenaline made everything sparkle and shine, your spirits soaring high and unbothered about literally anything else in the world, and for one glorious moment, lost in the memories of your brothers’ iknimayas boasting with cheers from the clan and sometimes encouraging, sometimes fearful screams of your parents, your spirit sought them out to be soaked in the same pride — forgetting that it was night and nobody was there to celebrate you. 

You were all alone. 

The smile dropped from your face and crashed down like paper thin porcelain upon the slightest movement. 

Right. 

You’d forgotten you were doing this out of spite. It snuffed every twinkle of magic away from the previously shimmering milestone of your life. 

Your ikran felt the crushing disappointment through your connection and chirped at you, almost like an excited sibling pulling on your arm to show you something, weirdly comforting. Mom’s ikran was a spitfire, but also nurturing — this one felt different somehow, you felt him bouncing from wall to wall in your head, hyperactive and cheerful.

Flying! He wanted to fly! 

The first flight sealed the bond, after all. 

You weren’t alone even if none of your family members were here to share the joy — you had your new buddy. And the drop of gravity was thrilling this time, not the terrifying chaos that had your asshole shriveling up as it was when you’d missed your step. 

The flights with mom were something you looked forward to, drying up in frequency as you aged, you’d missed the wind on your body and the greenery dancing below as you maneuvered in the air — but mom reserved nighttime rides for father only, and after the move to High Camp, the skimpering chance you could get your way if you begged cutely enough was gone too. You’d never flown at night. 

The sight was out of this world. The stars leaving a glowing trail above you, the forest pulsing with faint purple, green and blue lights underneath, everything was elevated in beauty because darkness let them shine. 

You made loops in the air with your ikran, got as high in the air as you could before your breath thinned, and scraped at the tips of trees before shooting up again, all the while laughter you’ve never screamed before bubbled out of you. 

And you were all alone. There was no mom to gleefully taunt your ikran with hers to get both of you dancing in the air. There was no father to watch on with a small smile he was fighting. There was no Neteyam to stop you from dipping too close to the ground, and no Lo’ak to challenge you to get closer to race with him — no Kiri to complain how all of you were being so childish, how stupid this was all the while she was the worst of you all, instigating all the chaos. 

No Tuk in your mom’s lap whining about you guys leaving her off the fun. 

Instead, there was the scent of a bogey in the air, snapping you out of the haze of sorrow.

When had you ventured out further into unprotected territory? 

Linked with your thought process, the ikran stopped advancing forward and started beating his wings downward to stay unmoving, you observed the surroundings to get a better feeling of where you were, and noticed this was around the old shack, artificial lights were gliding between the leaves and branches that obscured your view of just who was roaming the grounds at night, definitely not a natural part of the forest’s flora.    

Father’s voice materialized in your head, drilled into you and your siblings’ heads over and over again. If you come across any threat at all, do not engage, fall back and inform me. Got it? You call for me first.

And that split second of being afraid was your death sentence — that father would be so angry at you for your ignorance, amateurism, carelessness and idiocy that he could throw you out of the family for almost leading the demons to base simply by being there that they could figure out what direction you’d come from. That moment of weakness was enough for someone to snipe you out, and get you falling down from your ikran straight into the forest below, the cries of your new friend falling silent on your ears as you did your best to hug giant leaves to cushion your fall to the best of your ability. . 

 Barely any time was left for you to shake the disorienting motion sickness off, you couldn’t even attempt to run into the accepting, protective hands of the forest before whoever just shot at you was onto you, harshly gripping your arms and raising you up. 

Father’s gonna be so mad if he finds out. Shit, I gotta get out of this. 

But… Avatars? In full camo, armored, even. You hadn’t heard of this from anybody in camp!

“Damn! Didn’t actually think you’d be able to land the shot from all of that tree, man! Up-top!”

Two of them high-fived, you were actually going to be sick. 

Thumb between his belt and stomach, another Avatar strutted towards you. The saunter and confidence meant that he was their leader. “Now, now… What do we have here?”

“A native.” You were being pushed down on your knees, one hand being grabbed and shown like a trophy. Just how many were there? You couldn't calm yourself enough to focus! “Four fingers.”

The speaker this time was a woman. “How unusual. Those monkeys don’t leave their coven at night.” 

“Where were you flying, little bird?” The leader, a sleazy smirk on his face, leaned down to take a good look at you. “Leading away from the nest, perhaps?”

“She don’t understand, Colonel, don’t bother. Ya think Sully could ever manage teaching one word of English to those?”

“Watch how she learns in three seconds.” He yanked on your queue so hard you saw white light in this hour of darkness — and when your vision came back, a screen with your father’s face was being shoved to your face. “Jake Sully. Toruc Mactoe. Where is he?”

You screamed when he pulled with increasing strength, keeping up with the act you didn’t understand. And the state of pain and terror massively helped, contributing to you looking frantic and lost, only knowing that you were being zapped to your core. 

“Seems like I don’t need to ask you.” His fingers snapped your head back to get a good look at your earpiece, late to notice you had it on at all because of the dark. “Can directly ask the man himself.” 

All you could form to think was, ‘Father’s gonna kill me for this. He’s actually gonna kill me this time.’

You weren't terrified of what the Avatars would do to you. You were afraid of him.

One empty shell from the reloaded machine gun flew away, tinkling hollow when it fell down, and rolled until it stopped in a small pool of water that had formed on the jagged ground of the cave systems. In the scarlet and orange glow of the campfire he’d haphazardly put together right outside of their home out of impatience after Neytiri had basically thrown him out, Jake almost mistook the liquid for blood. 

An ominous cloud of dread settled on his shoulders, a paranoia every father tended to go through.

“Big Brother, this is Devil Dog. State your status, over.”

Neteyam didn’t miss a beat to answer, thankfully. “Devil Dog, this is Big Brother. I’m still en route to Foxcove, over.”

“How much longer?”

“Ten minutes at best, sir. Over.”

What he wanted to say was how come he hadn’t met you halfway, but it was empty talk. No need to stress the boy out. “Devil Dog signing out.”

This girl was half the reason for the wrinkles on his forehead, Jesus Christ. He was basically waiting you out like a father sitting in the dark to ambush his daughter who had snuck out at night, for that single glorious moment of yeah that’s right, you got caught, after the light would come on to ruin that moment of relief of successfully making it back in. 

His mate had scolded him to be nice and understanding, a Marine was anything but, the closest he could compromise was not being as mean to you than he had to be. Sassing, “So how was your Iknimaya?” like he planned was out the window — Neytiri was spot-on to say the girl would simply give the same mean energy right back at him, and that could only mean another erupting volcano of a fight and a good night’s sleep ruined for him, overthinking where he went wrong and how else he could have salvaged the situation. 

He’d just make you tend to the ikrans for a week for some patience practice, cleaning shit for hours on a daily basis would certainly throw the temporary whim of the rite of passage hyperfixation out of your system. The possibility of you shouting you hated him was unavoidable, but Jake had to get his point across, no matter how terribly it nauseated him to hear something like that from his child. 

It was strange to remember he couldn’t care less for what people thought of him in the past. Some shithead he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about hated Jake’s guts? Good. He was living in their head rent free, it was fun even — Neytiri too, Jake absolutely enjoyed her hating game at first. 

Being legitimately resented by his very own child, though, was a heartbreak he didn’t expect to hurt him the way it did, knocking air off his lungs the first time he heard it. A burning stab right in his heart that wouldn’t go away until he had to hear it for himself you hadn’t meant any of what you said.

Because that said hate actually stemmed from hurt Jake must have inflicted. Because you could actually despise him, and never allow him to reconnect with you again if he could ever manage to garner the courage to reach out to you — a mightier challenge than hunting Toruk in the sense it actually scared him.   

His teenage daughter. Scared him. 

Jake didn’t know what to do about it, he couldn’t even show what exactly this made him feel, too ashamed and proud for it in the first place. 

The growing distance between you and him was an uneasy, frightened bird he tried to shush and calm in his heart in favor of other pressing matters that drilled small holes in the depths of his stomach, and over time, those little holes had fused together to create one big pit with greater gravitational pull than the sun — until Jake didn’t know how to stitch them back together anymore. 

He told himself he would talk to you later, for sure. The morning after every argument, every fight, every jab from you he snapped at he would try to make amends for, definitely. 

And then he didn’t. 

“What is this, are you palulukan ambushing prey? I told you to make up with her, not prepare for hunting.”

Jake shook his head, dropping the machine gun back inside the crate. The warmed metal was some sort of consolation to his nerves. Marine habit. Always felt safer with a gun near. (Or was it the American in him?) “Neytiri,” he acknowledged, bobbing his head. “I’m just passing time.”

“What do you think will happen when she comes back and sees you waiting for her like this?”

Ah, like the old times when Jake couldn’t do one thing right in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” he said playfully, but with no mirth behind it, closing the crate with a muffled thunk. With nothing to do with them, one elbow went to his knee and the other hand’s fingers started a rhythm on the lid he’d just shut. 

His mate’s hand gingerly came down on his shoulder, kneading the nerves. “Just talk to her, Ma’Jake.”

“I don’t know how to,” he admitted, he covered her fingers on her shoulder with his, and she immediately held his hand back. “Don’t know what to even tell her.” He gave an exhale from the deeper, tired parts of his soul, gazing at the path leading away from their tent. “With Neteyam and Lo’ak, it’s easy. I tell ‘em what to do and they—”

Neytiri took a seat next to him, gathering their hands together. “Suffer just the same.” Jake was about to brush her off, but she didn’t relent. “What you’re doing is hurting them.”

This now was about all of their children rather than you, specifically. Neytiri was trying to get him to see the bigger picture first before moving to cover what he did wrong with each child of his, they had had this conversation countless times before. 

Here we go again, Jake thought.

“Doesn’t matter if that’s what it takes to keep them safe.”

“Does it?” Neytiri leaned in, and calmness washed over him despite the disturbing nature of what she was saying. “Does it keep them safe? Or push them to act out more, get in worse situations?”

He grimaced. “I have to—”

“You feel like you have to.” His mate shook their clasped hands, rattling his bones. “I keep my children safe with trust and honesty. Transparence, Ma’Jake. So that they listen to me when I mean it because they See me. You shut them out.” Her lips bared to show her pearly teeth as she was practically beseeching him. “You don’t get your children’s trust by treating them like a squad.”

“They trust me plenty.”

“They trust Olo’eyktan. Toruk Makto. What about their father?”

“I make sure they’re safe.” Neytiri dropped his hands with an agitated snarl, she thought they were back at the beginning again, he couldn’t make her truly understand no matter what he did. He poured his heart out through their tsaheylu everytime, but her values and beliefs were wired so differently from his at the end of the day. “I make sure they stay where I want them to stay for their own good.” Jake shook his head, his voice soft, hushed. No force behind it when Neytiri was heated in return. “One day they’ll understand.”

“They won’t if you never tell them.”

“Tell them what?” Jake asked. “That I’m being harsh on them to prepare them for war? You think they’ll take it seriously after this?”

“Na’vi were in war long before you. There will be wars after you. No parent sullied his child’s happiness for the price of becoming a warrior. You still don’t get our ways even after all these years.” 

“The sky people’s way,” Jake emphasized with his arms. “I have to teach them how they think, what they go through, so they know what they’ll be facing, okay? I can’t simply teach them by telling them.”

“You’re deluding yourself, Jake. Contradicting.” Neytiri was gentle in her cruelty, the flickering flames burned less than her amber eyes. “Tuk and Kiri are getting none of this. I know your heart isn’t allowing you. Why can’t you do the same for your other children?”

Because he had gone too far already with the older three. 

Trial and error. 

He couldn’t take back the things he did and say back — and quite honestly? Jake was being pulled from all sides to sit down and rethink his parenting. All he thought anymore was how to protect his family, frequent nightmares of losing his children in gruesome ways were haunting his every step. 

A father protects his children, that’s what gives him meaning. 

Jake had his own desperate ways to do so.  

He opened his mouth to say something back, anything, but was interrupted by the communication line coming on. “Dad.” 

Jake immediately knew something was wrong, body sitting ramrod straight. If the frantic breathing and barely controlled voice wasn’t any indication of it, his eldest’s behavior was. Neteyam didn’t slip up in the codenames like Lo’ak did, dropped all formalities only when he was borderline panicking.  

“Dad. I’m sorry, dad, sir, I can’t find her, dad, I’ve looked everywhere around here, I thought maybe she was hiding underwater, behind rocks—but I can’t, I can’t—.”

“Slow down.” Jake could barely contain his own panic rising from the state his son was in. The boy wasn’t able to see it, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in as if Neteyam was right in front of him, and started gesturing with his hand. “Slow down, son.”

“Dad—”

Jake tsk-ed. “Neteyam, slow. Slow.”

Neytiri took his elbow. “What is it?”

He told her to wait with his gaze, and turned his attention back to Neteyam. This could only mean one thing, he was praying to be wrong — needed clarification. “Now tell me calmer. What’s going on?”

“She’s never been here. She never came here in the first place. There’s no sign of her. No trace. I’ve tracked.”

Jake’s instant response was fear. Domineering, ice-cold, cutting fear. Bodily and emotionally both. You were clockwork, similar to him in having unchanging routines and patterns. Angry? Went for a walk. Depressed? No talking to anyone until it passed. Happy? Wanted to go to the forest to spend time with your siblings and always craved sweet fruit. Didn’t want to be around anyone? Hid in the little bioluminescent cove with a pond two little mountains away, always. Always.  

Neytiri sensed this, observing the change of demeanor in him.“Ma’Jake?”

“Okay, son.” He seized back control. One missing child was enough. “Stay right there and don’t move. I’ll contact you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Jake,” Neytiri hissed finally, at the end of her ropes.

“She didn’t go to the cove,” he said, face icy neutral as always, but his eyes showed dizzying concern. Neytiri put a hand on her mouth as Jake wasted no time in changing channels. “Night Owl, this is Devil Dog. Come in.” He couldn’t even wait two seconds before trying again. “Night Owl, what is your status? Where are you?” 

Silence.

The more fear dug deeper into his skin, the more his anger and annoyance soared up, his tail was whipping the air erratically, the finger on the earpiece could send the metal right into his brain with how hard he was pressing on it. “I know you can hear me. This is no time for playing games. You know what you did to your brother? Do you know how panicked he was, not being able to find you—” 

Then Jake remembered what Neytiri advised, he didn’t change strategies because she was right next to him to dig his eyes out, but because his heart was picking up its pace by the second. “Tell me where you are, I’ll leave you alone, I promise, alright? If you’re somewhere open, get to safety, I’m only asking this from you. Or else—”

“Don’t.” Neytiri raised a warning finger at him, voice just above a whisper so they could hear their daughter if she decided to cut in. “Threaten her.”

He couldn’t stop her from snatching the communication device off of him. “Ma’ite, it’s mom. Can you talk to me at least?”

His ears twitched at picking up on you responding, not quite making out the words.  

Jake’s eyes shut close for a long time as his whole eyebrow line migrated upwards, he physically had to get a few steps between him and the earpiece so the obliviating worry that’d almost blinded him wouldn’t cause him to say something he’d greatly regret later. He could feel himself deflating. A migraine could be coming anytime soon.

You wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence but the moment your mother interrupted, you did? Fine. Fine. He didn’t care. Jake could live with it. At least you were alive.

A rippling shudder shook him the moment that thought hit him, an image of you lying dead in a ditch, pale blue, flashing in his mind, he had to run a hand down his face. 

When Jake looked back, irked by the silence, he found Neytiri standing completely stock-still. And all of a sudden, her petrifying glare was on him, ears pinned all the way back, hands gradually starting to tremble. 

“Neytiri?” 

She wordlessly handed him the device, and with a deep frown, Jake put it back in his ear. 

“Hi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as I’m charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.”

And the ground disappeared right under Jake’s feet, plunging him into hell itself.

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[mushroomofficial]

tragedy despair and terror

#my browser crashed and i lost more than 200 tabs #like totally gone. history wiped #im gonna cry yall that’s months of stuff i cant get back #…..the inadvisable amount of vodka i have consumed tonight is also not helping my feelings on this #perhaps it is time for bed. i will grieve for what i have lost in the morrow #grace.txt

[justmystyles]

literally just came up with this so suddenly but imagine plusiszereader being like an old member of the band or something. like she was apart of the love band back in 2021 but left just to do her own stuff BUT her and harry have been in a relationship since then. it’s obvi private but fans like absolutely love and miss her. then, for the final show when harry is doing the 10 minute ballad she comes out as one of the flute players for one last show and people just going nuts.

then at the end just a shit ton of love dovey stuff like them both crying and comforting each other cause its the final show.

OH LORD IM DELULU YALL

Heart Song

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*

word count: 1.7k

summary: as a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

a/n: this was such a cute ask, thank you so much for sending it! this is the last final show fic i have planned for the time being. who knows what the future holds? i'm trying to catch up on asks, so if you're waiting on one that you've sent in, keep an eye out!

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You sit on the piano bench beside your boyfriend, at a complete loss for words at the song he just played for you. He had been so excited to show you what he was working on, he said that it was a song for his fans, that he wanted to play it for them at his last Love on Tour show.  

“Is it… do you like it?” He asked tentatively. 

“Baby, it’s so beautiful. No words?” He shook his head. “It’s perfect.” 

He grins, his dimples making your heart melt. “Well, almost.” You give him a curious look. “It could use some accompaniment, perhaps a flute?” He said with a wink. 

“Who, me?” Harry laughs at your reaction. “But I haven’t been in your band for a year and a half.”

He takes your hand in his. “And I’ve missed you every show. So have the rest of the band, and the fans too.” 

“I don’t know, Harry.” 

“Please, baby?” He pleaded. “This has been such a huge tour for me. For us. We fell in love on this tour, it would mean the world to me if you were by my side when it was ending.” 

Your expression softened at his words, he was right. You had been hired to play in his band, and got so much more than you bargained for when the two of you fell for each other. You fell hard and fast, but before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to Love on Tour. You had only signed on temporarily, leaving to pursue some solo work. Just because you said goodbye to the tour, didn’t mean you were saying goodbye to Harry. The two of you maintained your relationship, keeping it out of the public eye, allowing Harry a modicum of privacy.  

You let out a sarcastic sigh. “Well, I suppose I am going to be there anyway. I was looking forward to just being an audience member, but I guess I could pop onstage for a few minutes.” 

Harry threw his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you!” 

After finishing Fine Line, Harry retreated to the backstage area to prepare for the encore. This was your cue to head back there yourself to prepare for his final song. Before you head into the changing area, you rush over to the wings, hoping to catch him before he goes back onstage. 

You finally see him, he’s pacing, clearly trying to compose himself. You pause for a moment, debating whether or not you want to bother him, but when his eyes lock on yours you feel drawn to him like a magnet. 

“How are you holding up?” You ask, brushing a loose curl out of his face. 

He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “It’s almost over.” 

“I know baby,” you place your hand on his cheek, stroking gently. “You’ve still got a few more songs, go out there and give it everything you’ve got.” 

“You’re still coming on for the finale?” He asks hopefully. 

“It’s why I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m gonna run and go change real quick.” 

“If I send someone to get your jumpsuit for you, do you think you could just throw it on here?” He pleads. “I need you close while I’m out there. You make me stronger.” 

You smile softly, placing your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Whatever you need, Harry, always.” 

He smiles gratefully, kissing you once more before running up to one of the production assistants, and instructing him to get your outfit and flute from his dressing room. He returns to you, taking your hands in his. “It’ll be here in a second. Thank you, my love.”

“Nothing to thank,” you say plainly. “Nowhere I’d rather be. Now get out there and knock ‘em dead.” 

He brought your hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them, and headed back onstage. You followed as far as you could without being seen so that you could watch his final few songs. You looked on proudly as he gave his all. 

You loved this man with all your heart but more than that, as a musician you admired him more than anything. His dedication to his craft, and his fans, was unwavering. Time and time again he would give himself to everyone, first with the heartfelt music he would write; and then dedicating nearly two years of his life to traveling the world in an effort to bring that music to his fans. 

The PA that Harry had sent to retrieve your things promptly returned, handing you your things. You thanked him quickly, not wanting to take your eyes off of Harry. You slip your jumpsuit on over your clothes, and change into the custom Love on Tour adidas sneakers that had been made for the band. 

Kiwi ended, and Harry waved and bowed to the crowd before running offstage and immediately into your arms. 

“You were amazing, Harry. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper to him. You feel him nod against your neck in reply. 

You allow him a few more moments of comfort before you know you need to set yourself on stage. The band had stayed out there, getting position for this final song. “Baby?” You ask softly, getting his attention as you step back from your embrace. “I’ve gotta get out there, you going to be okay?” 

Harry nods, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “You’ll be close, yeah?” 

You smile at him, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. “Right next to the piano.” You give him one last kiss and make your way to the stage. 

You step out, smiling and nodding at your former bandmates, hearing the whispers and questions from the crowd start to pick up.

“Is that Y/N?”

“He must have asked her to come back for the last show.” 

“But why is she only coming out now?” 

The murmurs quickly turn to cheers when they realize that it is in fact you on stage. This meant that whatever was about to happen was definitely going to be something big. As you waited for Harry to re-emerge, you looked out over the crowd. You had been in the thick of it during the show, but seeing it from the stage was an entirely different experience. 

As you were admiring the hordes of people who had come out just to see Harry, you were pulled from your thoughts by an eruption from the crowd. You looked to your left and watched Harry return to stage, quickly wiping away the remnants of the tears he had shed backstage. 

He took a seat at the piano, looking up at you. When you looked back, you saw a storm of emotions, but mostly you saw vulnerability. Harry was never one to shy away from expressing emotions onstage, but this was different. 

He spoke a few quick words in Italian before moving the microphone away and beginning to play. You had heard him play this song so many times since he had initially brought it to you a few weeks ago, but hearing it like this, as he intended it to be, was an unreal, once in a lifetime experience. The crowd of over one hundred thousand people were completely silent, everyone’s attention directed at Harry. 

You felt a nudge, and your attention quickly turned to your right. You saw the rest of the band preparing to come in, and you remembered that you were there to do a job. Your time just being the supportive girlfriend was on pause, you had to be a musician now. You lifted your flute to your lips, and joined in, your eyes never leaving Harry. 

Before long, the last note was played, and Harry stood from the piano. The crowd burst into cheers and applause like you’d never heard before. He bowed to the crowd before turning to face the band, mostly to express his gratitude to them, but you knew it was also a chance for him to compose himself. 

His eyes locked on you, and he immediately started moving in your direction, wrapping you in his arms. You returned the embrace, rubbing soothing circles over the bejeweled fringe on his back. 

“You did amazing, Harry.” You tell him. “This is all for you, go take it in. You deserve it.” 

He pulls back and gives you a tearful smile before taking your hand and walking to the center of the stage, signaling for everyone else to join. The group takes a bow to thunderous applause. As you all stand, Harry steps forward, drinking in every second of the fanfare. He moved to either end of the stage, thanking the fans by waving and blowing kisses. When he returns to center stage, he pauses again this time dropping to his knees, his hands covering his face. Completely overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. 

Even though the band is sharing their own moment, hugging and congratulating each other, you are frozen in place, eyes locked on Harry. You were so focused on him that you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face. 

When he finally stood, he gave the crowd one more smile and wave before turning to exit the stage. As soon as he turned around, he saw you and smiled walking straight for you. You both moved at the same time, cupping each other’s faces in your hands wiping the other’s tears away with your thumbs. Chuckling at the synchronized movements. 

You pulled him into your arms, and his face immediately nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the moisture from the new tears dropping onto your skin. 

“I’m so proud of you, Harry.” You coo. “It couldn’t have gone any better.” 

He pulled back to look at you. “Thank you for being here.” 

“Nowhere I’d rather be.” You state plainly. He smiles and starts leaning in toward your lips. You jerk back quickly. “Baby, we’re still onstage.” 

“Don’t care,” he leans back in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. 

You pull away with a smile. “Ready?” 

He nodded silently, stepping out of your embrace and turning to the crowd one last time to blow them a final farewell kiss. He then took your hand and led you off the stage and into your new post-tour life. 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles headcannon #harry styles comfort #harry styles fluff #harry's house #love on tour #the final show #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fiction #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n

[marksbear]

Cry, no Tony Stark requests? Saaaaaaddddd. How about Tony Stark x Idiot Twink Healer boi (maybe a poly with Spidey or perhaps healer boi is a sugar baby??) (Could be dirty haha, up to ya, bro)

Well Anon you are the first person in my blog to ever request Tony stark thank you for requesting! Im going to do sfw headcaons plus nsfw! And headcaons with sugar baby

Hope you enjoy it! A/n= Age name! but for the sake of this fic young 20s!

TONY STARK X IDIOT TWINK READER

🤖 He was beyond shocked when he founded out you were the healer of the team. I mean he was so surprised. You didn't look like you belonged in the Avengers he really thought someone brought their younger brother to work.

🤖 When Nick gives you a proper welcoming Tony was the first to ask how old are you. "I'm twenty two!" (or A/n but the reader has to be in his young twenties)

🤖 Tony wasn't the only one who was wondering about your age since he heard other gasp in the room.

🤖 "But everyone Y/n will just help yall with only the missions I choose for him. Since he is way too young to be going out there with y'all and he doesn't have too much experience fighting aliens like Spiderman. So Stark he's under your care.

🤖 At first he thought you were gonna be a pain in his ass like Peter and he was far from wrong. You were far from a genius like Peter some may even call you dumb.

🤖 "So thats your heart? Can I hear it beep please? Or does it race when you see someone you like?" You ask him looking at his chest with no shame.

🤖 Thats when he realized your gonna be a handful.

🤖 He always finds you with Hulk or Thor. Since Hulk is an idiot like you y'all two click instantly even Bruce is only mad for a while you found your ways to enjoy Hulk's loud and dumb presence

🤖 With Thor hes always injured from his mission so you see him in the medbay quite often so you make an effort to know him more. One time Tony walked in the medbay seeing you on Thor lap listening to his stories as you clean up his wound.

🤖 Since that incident with Thor. Tony never lets you out of his sight when y'all two aren't even dating yet

🤖 He always ask Nick how the hell did you become a healer when you sometimes forget how to add some easy numbers or when you forget your avenger and you get paid a whole LOT and you ask to borrow some money from others.

🤖 Thats actually how he founded out you were a sugar baby. One day him and Nat went to a cafe just to hangout when they saw you with two men times your age. One of them had envelopes with cash in them sliding you one every once in a while as you talked to the other man.

🤖 They watch you like a hawk across the whole cafe. They see the man you're talking to and place his hand on your inner thigh too close to your crotch and kiss your cheek bye. As he leave the other man he was with hands you the rest of envelopes kissing your forehead bye.

🤖 You check the envelops making sure its all of the money before stuffing all of them in your bag paying the check before leaving.

🤖 Before you could leave Nat pulls you by your arm sitting you down at her table. "Oh. Hi Mr Stark! I just finished reading the math book you gave me!" "That's good, but we have a question." Tony says gesturing to him and Nat. "What is it?" "Who were those guys you were just sitting with?" Nat asks not pressuring Y/n. "That's my sugar daddy Ben with his husband! Great couple." The two freeze and spare each other a look. "Lets finish this conversation at Stark tower'" Nat says paying for the bill.

🤖 Tony takes you into his room sitting you down on the bed ask he sits on a chair across the room. "What do they want from a young guy like you?" Tony asks with a hint of jealousy. "Mostly company. But sometimes group sex. They pay extra if I let them double penetrate me." Y/n answers way too honestly having no dignity to hide anything.

🤖 "Y/n why do you need the money if your Avenger?" Stark asks.

"Well because i'm a part time avenger y'know? Nick knows my parents well and promised to protect me no matter what. That's why I never go on big missions with y'all... Most action I got on the field was trying to calm down Hulk. Kinda sucks. So I don't get paid like all of you." The room became silent until Y/n says something again.

"Its not that bad. I get to help all of you and it makes my day better. But i'm a sugar baby so I just have food and water and money for clothes and extra things. Lots of people tell me they would pay to fuck me or just pay to spend time with me. So why not net them."

"Be my sugar baby."

"Wha?"

🤖 Y'all's relationship was strictly sugar baby and daddy sometimes more like friends with benefits. He didn't ban you from seeing other people just gave you rules. Like no more fucking they can only watch you fuck yourself or touch yourself. He grew possessive of you always marking your neck just in case another sugar mommy or daddy tries to make you theirs.

🤖 The thing that changed your little agreement when you gotten to badly injured you might had died. It was supposed to be a simple day watch when you got attacked by powerful villains and almost found dead. You were able to take them down but almost got yourself killed.

🤖 You gotten lectures from everyone in the team even Thor lectured you and Nick was busting your balls. But no lecture compared to Stark's. One minute he was going off on you about being safe and prepared next minute you two are naked making love.

🤖 Yes making love.

🤖 It wasn't your guys typical fuck and quickey. No this time everything was emotional. The kisses lasted, the gentleness with every thrust, the long lasting words of affirmation. This time Tony helped Y/n to see he was more than just a sugar baby. This time the sex meant something deeply to the other.

🤖 A few days after that was a bit awkward for the both of you. Nick even gave Tony the longest talk about what he would he to do him if he breaks your little dumb heart. Finally the both of you get officially together and Tony is quick to show you off to the world posting and talking about you with every chance he gets.

🤖 Sometimes you'll forget your dating and asks people is he single like your drunk or something but your completely serious and sober.

🤖 "Hey is Ironman single I have a crush on him and I wanna ask him out..." You ask Hawkeye and he gives you "are you serious look."

THE END!

#x male reader #marvel x male reader #tony stark x male!reader #tony stark #ironman #ironman x male reader #tony stark x male reader #the bear club #male reader

[good4olivia]

motion sickness

aemond targaryen x reader summary: aemond finds out what happens when his dotting neice leaves him alone - this was the requested one!! a/n: yall,,, okay. the thing is, i still love aemond and have so many ideas for him but the writing part is burning out for me which suckksss cause i wanna just keep writing for him but it's hard. this will probaly be my last fic for a while, and it's not even that good. i might be able to manage some headcanons hopefully but yeah. im sorry!!

“Hello, my prince.” You smiled taking a seat next to Aemond at one of the lookouts, “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?” 

“A beautiful day for solitude, I believe.” Aemond replied not sparing you a glance. 

“You’re always alone, uncle.” You replied, reaching for his hand. Sometimes he let you held his hand for a few moments before ripping it away. 

This wasn’t one of those times, “How can I be alone when every where I look you are there in my shadow?” 

You looked down and fiddled with your nails. Despite the pain his words always caused you, you took the punches just to be near him. He didn’t have many friends, you just wanted him to know you were always there for him. 

“I always thought you liked my everlasting presence.” You laughed. 

Aemond hated you laugh. He hated the way it made his chest feel warm and lighter at the same time. Hated the look in your eye that made him want to never look away. 

“I tolerate it.” Is all he replied with his jaw clenched forcing himself not to look at you. 

You only smiled sadly, “I will leave you to your solitude then, my prince.” You stood up and walked away, leaving Aemond relieved and upset.

— 

“My prince, your niece is here to see you.” The maid announced at his doorway. Aemond sighed but signalled to let you in anyway. 

“Thank you, Lyra.” You said to the maid who smiled back at you before leaving. 

“You know the name of my handmaiden?” He asked, “I hope you know she is a good person. You shouldn’t harm her.” 

You frowned, “You think I would hurt an innocent girl?” 

“In the past you have not taken kindly too girls you think have gotten too close to me.” He reminded you. 

Usually you would go and sit with him by the fireplace but you hadn’t moved from the doorway, “When we were children. I haven’t-I haven’t acted like that in a long while. Why do you still think of me that way?” 

Aemond stood up and walked to meet you in the room, “Tell me then, my darling niece. If I told you that I took Lyra to bed most nights would it not make you boil over with jealousy?” 

You breaths got shorter as his taunting words flew around your head. You had no idea if the words were true or only a means to hurt you. You cursed the tears that trickled down your cheeks, they only made Aemond smile with satisfaction. 

“Now what’s the reason you interrupted my evening?” 

“I just wanted to spend some time with you, uncle.” 

“And you believed this is something I would want? To spend the few hours I have for myself with my bastard whore niece?” 

You gasped at the crude insults. Aemond had never stooped so low before. You didn’t have a clever comeback or the urge to defend yourself, you only wanted to hide. So you ran out of the room and vowed never to return. You were stupid and foolish, just like your brother said every time he saw you pining for Aemond’s attention. 

All you wanted was his love but it seemed you would never be enough for him. Perhaps it was time to finally start entertaining the suitors your mother always insisted you had so much of. 

The same night you told your mother your new wishes, Aemond fisted his cock to the thought of you. Like he did every night. You looked so pretty when you cry, he relished in the fact that those tears were only for him. Aemond knew he was being cruel to you but it was the only he knew to keep you close. He had no idea why you were so infuriated with him and why no matter how hard he pushes you away, you never leave.  

—

The King and Queen we’re hosting the Starks who had travelled all the way from the north to meet with Princess Rhaenrya who was proposing a marriage between her daughter and heir and the young Stark lord, Cregan. 

Your mother was well are of your feelings for Aemond so she did not tell you right away, fearing you would not understand what would this mean. To her delight, you had come to her wanting to do your duty in marry a good lord. 

To your comfort, Cregan was ever the gentleman. He kissed you hand, referred to you as his lady, was a gracious guest and got along well with your brothers. Though you had heard many cautionary tales about men who played the part of loving betrothed until the wedding night and then showed their true colours. Even with those warnings in my mind, you still basked in the attention. 

“Would you care to dance my lady?” Cregan asked offering you his hand. 

“Of course my lord.” You replied, taking his hand in yours and letting him lead you. 

Aemond didn’t even try to hard his glare watching you dance with Cregan. Over the last two weeks he had seen you less and less. You didn’t come by his chambers anymore or seek him out when he was in the red keep. Unlike what he always said to you, he did not find any comfort in your absence. 

He knew you were avoiding him after what he last said to you and it was driving him crazy. His growing frustration came to fruition when his mother informed him that the Cregan Stark was coming to marry his niece and that they would be moving to Dragonstone after. He was panicked at the thought of never seeing you again.

“Pardon me, I would like to steal my niece for a dance.” Aemond said with a tight smile as he was already taking you hand off Cregan’s shoulder. 

“Uncle, don’t be rude.” You said, embarrassed. You didn’t want to scare off Cregan, your mother told you that the Starks though the Targaryen customs we’re unnatural and Aemond wasn’t exactly helping. 

Cregan only smiled and told you he would check on you later. Aemond rolled his eye, why does a total fucking stranger need to check on his niece? 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart.” Aemond said as moved you to the beat of the music. 

“I was giving you what you always wanted. I thought you to be thrilled but alas, nothing I ever do, including  your exact instructions will ever be enough for you.” You replied, looking over Aemond’s shoulder. 

He sighed, “I am only a man one year older than yourself, I am afraid I don’t always know what I want and perhaps have acted hasty in my pushing you away.” 

You turned over his words in your head; the truth that was always there, hidden under his harsh gaze or the sweet words of the devil who wants only to lure you back in his control? 

“How lucky for you to have this epiphany when I’m days away from being married to another.” Was you reply, looking him in the eyes. 

“I will only consider myself lucky if you end this engagement to the northern cunt and agree to be my wife.” Aemond asked you. 

You gasped, “You can’t say things like that at my engagement party, uncle. What if Cregan heard you?” 

“I hope he did.” He held your wrist in a death grip when he felt you trying to pull away. He leaned into your ear to whisper, “You are my mine, my sweet niece. It’s what you’ve always wanted right?” 

“Yes. For so long but I am afraid it’s too late, my prince. Lord Stark will make a fine husband and I am to honour him.” You stood you ground. Still trying to remove your hand from his grasp but he wasn’t having any of it, the crazed look in his eye growing. 

“You’ve had your fun, you’ve avoided me for weeks, made me feel what for your absence does to me and now I know I will not be without you ever again so stop being acting like you’re actually going to fucking marry the Stark because I swear if you do I’ll-“ 

“Aemond!” Alicent’s voice rang through the hall. Aemond hadn’t realised the music had stopped and his voice had raised and everyone heard what he had said.

You looked to Cregan, who only respectfully looked to the floor, your mother who had fire in her eyes. You finally were able to break free of Aemond’s hold and ran out the door. “Wait!” Aemond called your name as he followed you out the hall. 

“My love, please slow down.” He called out to you. My love. How many nights have you dreamed of him calling you that? Now the first time he does, its in the aftermath of utterly humiliating you in front of your family and betrothed. 

“I am not your love, I am not your anything.” You turned around to face him. 

“Don’t say that, beautiful. Please.” He held your hands in his once again, rubbing his thumb over yours. “I know. I know- I have been nothing but good to you but, please believe me it was only because I couldn’t come to terms with how someone as beautiful and kind as you could ever love someone like me. I am not good enough for you, you always shadowing me around was just reminder of that. I couldn’t handle it, it was easier to push you away.” 

You took a few breaths, “Marrying Cregan is what my mother wants.” 

“What do you want?” He asked, kissing your knuckle after. Aemond definitely believed that over-compensating for the lack of affection he has shown you will help win your favour. 

You just shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. I have to do my duty as heir.” 

“I can’t let you marry him, [name.] I won’t let anyone take you away from me, you-“ 

Suddenly your mother was calling out your name, marching towards you and ripping you away from Aemond, “Mother please-“ 

“You are never to see my daughter again, do you understand? I will have my husband cut out your other eye if you do.” Rhaenrya threatened. 

“Mother!” You gasped. It had not phase Aemond in the slightest, he was prepared for the complication that was his whore half-sister. 

“In fact sweet sister, I think it’s the the other way around. Keep me from taking [name] to wife and I’ll take you’re sons eye in return.” Aemond said, words dripping with confidence. 

Rhaenrya clenched her jaw and sucked a deep breath in. All the small council meetings she’d listened in on hadn’t prepared her for this moment. “Nothing has to be decided in this moment. [Name,] I will walk you to your chambers.” 

Aemond didn’t let go of your wrist before kissing your hand, “I will see you in the morrow, my love.” He promised, a smirk on his face as he watched you walk off with your mother. 

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon imagines

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast comforting the reader!

i know i said i have a character limit (and technically ive already broken it for the creepypasta version of this post and similar posts in this category) buuuuuut admins personal writing gets to twist the rules a little bit/j/lh and also i dont want to make multiple posts for this prompt soooooooooo writing this while im waiting to make my silly money on a roblox tycoon yall know how it is :3 uuuuuuh might have more typos than usual simply because that wave of sleepiness is hitting but also i wanna finish my tycoon so NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

CAINE:

i think he might try too hard in trying to get you to feel better. likely overwhelms you but he doesnt have ill intent (though that doesnt change much, youre still overwhelmed) so you might have to be firm in having him reel things back to a level that works for you. i think he would ask you whats wrong, as well as get anything he thinks he would help you feel better (drinks, blankets... hell before you can process anything hes probably got you buried in loads of things)... hes got the spirit but his intensity is... well intense.. torn between him being a decent listener because on one hand i can see him being hooked on every word you say and talking over you in an attempt to find a solution right then and there.... 6/10 i love caine but i get overwhelmed/overstimulated easily

POMNI:

does not know what to do when someone around her it upset, much less crying... i think she would put on this really weird... awkward... forced smile to try to lessen the tension in the air (failing at it, mind you) and try to pat your back... asks if you want to talk about it... a really good listener, actually. a better listener than a comforter, her solutions are so-so, they're what you expect from someone who doesnt want to accidentally overstep but nonetheless still cares about how you feel. at least you can count on her being totally no judgement, too... lets you talk to her for as long as you need, giving a nod and affirmation that she is in fact listening 8/10

RAGATHA:

very similar to pomni in regards to being a great listener, but i think ragatha would also be a great comforter as well as solution giver! lets you come into her room, gives you one of her nicer blankets to curl under while she lets you unload onto her. if someone is being mean to you or something is frustrating you, ragatha offers to give you a hand to find a solution to make things easier for you. offers to confront the person for you, though she does vaguely urge for you to build yourself up to try to speak up for yourself in the future. of course, if you ever need anyone ragatha is going to be there for you but she would also love to see you stand up for yourself. builds you up, probably gives peps talks! 8.5/10

JAX:

more often than not its going to look like hes disinterested or flat out not listening... which if it were just about anyone else that might really be the case.. buuuuuut what if you were one of his friends, or perhaps a partner? i think he would at least throw in a yeah.. which i think for how i typically write jax means something. one of those "if he didnt actually care he wouldnt be responding at all" and yeah sure its the bare minimum... i think every now and then he might just say screw it and throw his act out the window start shit talking... usually if theres someone to shit talk, you know if someone has made you upset or something... i think he would make them a target for his pranks... usually tries to play everything off as something light or unimportant but as long as its you, he is listening and he is going to at least make an attempt to do something about it... just dont bring it up 4/10 because personally it would make me feel worse shrugs

KINGER:

well i dont know how dad/energy having people can be comforting because my dad is emotionally distant/lh but i think he would let you come into his pillow fort... or if you dont want to be in a space so small he would let you come into his room, or he might take you out on a walk around the grounds. i think he would be more of a listener than anything else, nodding and humming to let you know hes listening. when theres pauses in your speaking he tries to offer some advice which can be pretty hit or miss. i think he would give you a hug, if you asked for one... if you want a distraction he will launch into a ramble about insects and other things! trails off to ask how youre doing every now and then, usually makes him lose his spot in the previous conversation thus starting a new one... will talk for hours 7/10 but im biased for kinger

ZOOBLE:

distant but not in the way jax is, zooble just has trouble expressing some of their emotions. jax just doesnt like showing any care or vulnerability. but zooble might let you stay in their room if youre crying or otherwise outwardly distressed. might let you sink down into one of their bean bag chairs... kind of just opens up a vent session with asking if you want to talk shit, or to just get angry. i think they can deal with someone being angry and irritated than a crying person because at least then they can apply their own irritation for it and put themselves in the other persons shoes. really you two just bounce and build each other in this scenario, kind of just letting off steam that should have been released far sooner... i dont know about you guys but its refreshing 8/10

GANGLE:

might get upset with you if youre really upset.. or maybe upset for you? i think she might be able to feel a lot for those she cares about deeply, so while it might look like shes trying to hijack the moment for herself, shes just crying FOR you.. lets you use her art supplies to make vents or to simply scribble. another big listener, i think she would try to give advice but... given that gangle herself has no spine (figuratively and literally) i think its... not the best advice... like the kind of stuff you try to affirm to yourself to get through a hard day, usually those affirmations.... dont work...but hey theres an effort! i mean at least she makes sure you feel heard and listened to, which is at least a little better than jax soooooo 5.5/10

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #jax x reader #jax x you #kinger x reader #kinger x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you #zooble x reader #zooble x you

[svnnysidez]

you as seeuns first girlfriend

pairing: seeun x fem!reader

content: SOO CUTE all fluff

note: i was itching to write something about seeun sosososso yeah 🤭

| before

•lord he’d be so nervous around you

•ur just so so so pretty he couldnt like physically stop himself from getting red around you

•his hands would be so sweaty whenever you had even the littlest bit of contact

•he’d be stumbling over his feet if yall were like walking and talking

“seeun are you okay” you asked with concern in your voice. this had been the 5th time he’d almost face planted. you two had been walking for 5 minutes. “yeah im perfectly fine why would you ask! im completely okay nothing wrong here!” “thats just like the 9th time you’ve almost fallen flat on your face in the ten minutes we’ve been walking. have you been drinking enough water?” you caring for him made his face a light shade of pink. he rambled on saying everything and nothing at the same time and you just laughed at him.

| how he asks you out

•he almost doesnt

•you think he was nervous before? you should see him tryna confess his feelings bros on a different planet

•hes just looking down and not looking at you the whole time because if he looks at your face even once hes done for

“what was so important that you called me here for?” he was looking. no. STARING at the floor. i couldnt make up the courage to look at your eyes. “i.. umm.” was the only words he could mumble. he truely thought he was ready, weeks on end of psyching himself up for this moment. he looks up at you. biggest mistake. his hears go blood red and his face turning pink. “i um, was wondering if you maybe perhaps wanted to be my girlfriend, if not thats totally fine and i..” he trailed on but got snapped out of his frenzy when you started laughing. “oh my god seeun you’re so adorable! of course i’ll be your girlfriend.” bro was absolutely star struck.

| actually dating

•he is actually the cutest boyfriend ever

•he gets you little gifts whenever hes somewhere without you because when he sees something and it reminds you of him he wants to give it to you to tell you he was thinking abt you yk

•gift giving is def his love language, that and physical touch

•he hangs all over you, arms always wrapped around your shoulders

•he’s actually the cutest what if i cry

seeun had been away for a bit because of scheduling and whatnot but everywhere he goes he sees things that remind him of you. cute rocks, anything that was a penguin (or your favorite animal), just anything that reminded him of you he bought or grabbed. when he got back he gave you everything that he’d bought for you. “seeun you got me so much stuff, you didnt need to you know.” “yeah but how am i supposed to not get them for you, i mean look at this cute little penguin its just like you!” you just silently laughed because you secretly loved his cute antics.

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please dont repost or translate. reblogs and likes always help!!

#xikers x reader #seeun #seeun xikers #seeun x reader #seeun fluff #hes so adorable #i wanna squish his cheeks #xikers fluff

[haowrld]

7:50 PM — seungcheol x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, little fluff, ft.chan endearments (hon’)

warnings : not for the faint hearted! you don’t have to read it, horror, body horror, kn1fe, implied character death

a/n : first horror fic!!! pls let me know what yall think ^^ i didn’t really know how to finish it

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“seungcheol? didn’t know you’d come home early,” you open the door to find seungcheol at the doorstep of your shared apartment, his smile is unwavering as he gives you a tight hug.

he lets go of you as both of you take a seat together on the sofa “yeah, everyone at my work was told to leave early,” his hands were searching for the remote control, when you immediately give it to him. he gives you a nod before he turns on the tv.

“my co-workers were pretty excited and thought that we could drink out, but i said i wanted to be with my lovely hon,” seungcheol grinned as takes your hand before giving it a peck.

it brings a smile to your face, you didn’t really mind seungcheol being a little romantic tonight, of course, that’s something that seungcheol would do you assumed.

“i mean, at least you’re home. we haven’t had dinner together for a while now,” you squeeze his hand, “i could cook up your favorite!” you said before getting up on the sofa as you walk to the kitchen.

seungcheol stares at you confused before smiling, “ah yes, my favorite...”

okay, you could tell something was off about seungcheol. knowing him for years, he was being too romantic, and his mannerisms were just really off.

as you walk around the kitchen pretending to rummage for ingredients, your phone vibrates. it was chan, and his message was not what you expected.

chan : yn! seungcheol told me that he was gonna come home late

chan : he told me that you should keep the door locked!!!

what? late?

you : what do you mean..? stop joking with me.

chan : im not do you want photo evidence or something?? lol you worried??

chan : [photo]

it was chan and seungcheol giving a thumbs up.

you drop your phone on the floor, a loud thud can be heard though it seems that no one heard it or so you thought. with a bit of courage, you quickly grab your phone, texting chan.

you : call the police please, i don’t know how to explain to you just…

you : please just call the police chan

and you check your phone, checking if chan had read it.

seen 3 mins ago.

you wanted to cry, you wanted to tell yourself that this was all a bad dream, and it was just seungcheol, coming home earlier and both of you living quietly as usual.

you thoughts were disrupted when you felt something hug you from behind. your stomach drops when you felt one of its arms secure you. it felt uncomfortable, and inhuman. you continue to grip the knife when you heard its voice.

“hon…” it said, lips almost close to your nape. it was your boyfriend’s voice, but you knew not to believe, “i heard you drop something are you hurt?”

should you pretend to not know, should you escape?

“what’s wrong…? you seem a little stiff…” their hand holds yours. slowly taking the kitchen knife away, “it seems you only prepared the knife,” your eyes stay focused on its hand, it didn’t want to let you go, you retaliate by grabbing the kitchen knife again.

“or perhaps you already know.”

you quickly push the them away “stay away from me!” you plunge the knife to their skin, not wanting to look at the face that resembled so much of your boyfriend.

shaking, you run away to your shared bedroom, and as you lock it, you hear a loud scream, not of your boyfriend but that of the creature.

you quickly hide in the closet, your body shaking in fear. and you quickly try to call the police. “hon…why did you hurt me…?” you suddenly hear a loud thud at the door, you didn’t want it to come closer, but the banging got louder and louder.

bang.

bang.

BANG!

you heart drops when your hear the banging stop and the door creak open. you quickly pick up your phone to find a new message from chan. some sort of relief hits but you waste no chance and scroll down to your contacts

“please pick up…” you whisper as tears begin to fall in your eyes. you look at seungcheol’s number before clicking to call him.

you wanted to hear seungcheol one last time.

when he answered, tears begin to fall

“seungcheol…i…i love you.” you didn’t want anyone else to hear these words but him. you hear random shuffling on the phone before he responded.

“i love you too, hon.”

the closet door opens and you are welcomed by a deformed seunghceol with his phone as he gives you a smile.

“hah..yn i’m home!!” seungcheol said as he tosses his bag on the sofa, confused that you aren’t around in the living room, he calls your name again. and there seungcheol jumps when he feels someone hugging him, it was you, of course.

“hey! come on let’s get inside, i made you your favorite.” you smile as you push him to the dining table. he is presented a warm meal which gives you a kiss from him.

“i’m really sorry for coming home late, i promise i’ll do better..”

“it’s okay.” you kiss him in the forehead. before taking a seat next to him

“come on hon, we don’t want your food to get cold.” you take a spoonful of rice before feeding it to him. “i have a lot to tell you about.”

seungcheol notices the phone he forgot before picking it up and checking the contacts.

it was your phone number calling him three hours ago.

#🍙﹕written by mellow #seventeen x reader #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seventeen fics #seventeen horror #horror au #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol fics #seungcheol horror #scoups x reader #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x y/n #horror #thriller #thriller au #kpop horror fics #kpop horror #horror fics

[sea-of-dust]

Could we get please some headcanons about Ann and Haru with a s/o that no one thinks is her s/o? Like everyone, especially strangers, people in the modelling world, and high society folks, always think s/o is just a friend, family member, assistant, pity date, someone they pay to keep away suitors, etc, and they just don't think that a super model or rich heiress would date someone as average as her s/o?

Fancy tuna?

Ann,Haru x GN! Reader

So what if my s/o isn't as popular or as rich as me it's what's personality that counts right?

notes: YOU WALKED URSELF INTO THAT HEADER IM SORRY. Ima need a name for persona annons yall are just sucking my soul out my body 💀

Warning: spoilers for okumuras palace

"Who are you texting while giggling like a pixie" "Ann" "Ann? You only-" your friend stares at your screen to various I love you texts between both of you with you just about to finish typing out plans for a date. "YOURE DATING TAKAMAKI?!" "were in a library"

Even after a week of knowing he still can't wrap his head around it. YOU?! TAKAMAKI?! And then it kinda all made sense the more he thought about it. The rest of the school? Nah they just wanted something to complain about. "You're not even that popular how could she wanna date you?" "Have you seen how rude the popular kids are" you yawn waiting for the three people to finish speaking only slightly waking up to hear a familiar voice saying something along the lines of "Leave em alone!" "But Takamaki they're so average what do they have that I dont!" "A life that's what" she huffs linking arms with you and dragging you off with her "what nerve" "Relax I wanna fill out my bingo sheet for how many times they said that"

Surprisingly people didn't really come by as you thought they would only just kinda theorized. Surprisingly all you had to do was just show off your talents and then they just kinda understood why. "Hey y/n do you mind helping me with this" you lean over them looking at their screen. Ann would have considered that kid the luckiest person alive you carefully instructing them with such a gentle look in your eyes. Most rumors kind of cleared up after that.

She's quite protective of you out and about as soon as someone asks what you're doing on set she's saying it bluntly "we have a date after this" wide eyed stares go your way before they get back to the shoot. They never got to ask because of Ann shooting glares at them.

It was dumb when Ann pointed it out but whenever youd just stop by to eat somewhere there would be people staring at her and then at you and then back at her. It got to the point youd stare back and you two would just make a game to see who could stare back at the most people

If they ever did get under your skin shed be pissed! But you matter more than those guys. She's always ready to comfort you. "So what? I'm with you because of how you are and how you don't just see me as an object" she pulls you in for a hug. "I'll make sure of it they quit talking behind your back" "I'm more worried for you Ann" she sighs putting a kiss to your forehead. "It's fine just a glare and they shut up real quick orr" she searches for a small bracelet. "Lets just make it more.." she ties it around your wrist with one already around hers. "Perfect! Everyone's gonna know now" getting you to giggle while crying is something she loves doing, she's gonna keep matching with you now just to show you off to people to flex who she's with.

You shouldn't piss off the girl with the axe is something that rings true. As soon as someone asks she grabs your waist firmly with something a bit passive aggressive or "Why they're just such a good cook how could I ever pass them up" "so you have them around only to cook? There's way better butlers-" "then perhaps you've never experienced what it's like being with someone that you didn't have to pay off" she huffs taking off with you.

Very close to you at all times when you're together she's hearing you breath. "You're so warm" "you sure the sun's not getting to you?" "Nope" all cuddled up to you while your walking somewhere thank god the tablod articles didn't catch clear shots of you two.

Okumura can't say anything about your relationships but the guy she was forced to marry by him does. Just because the guys dead dosent mean you can just take his wife! He's fuming, unfortunately he can't really do anything about it. "HOW DARE A COMMONER EVEN TRY TO MARRY MY WIFE" "sir without okumura I'm afraid we can't do anything about it" "NON-" and then the convent security cam footage of you looking straight at the camera as if knowing hes talking about you, with narrow eyes and a clearly annoyed look. "Yea- you know let's just find another ya know!"

You fully expect people to come for your status whenever Harus involved, unfortunately for her want for blood, you're pretty fine at public speaking yourself. "Why a civilian dating a rich girl is outragous" "Why it's ironic for you to say such a thing when as soon as Okumura fell you swarmed my poor lover like flies trying to make alliances, really seems like I'm the only one around her without some sort of motive" the person who said that did go whinning to Haru only to be met with a totally not very passive aggressive letter.

shop keepers that know her always flip when they know youre dating. One of their sons did an actual flip too was incredible. But theyre always asking how you two met, sometimes they asked what you like about eatchother and you felt as if Haru was ready to pull out a shopping list over this. "maybe we shouldnt" "no i insist i specialize in these questions" this is also why you usually have flowers in your room or accessories that remind you if her that she totally didn't sneak on while you weren't looking.

They almost never get under your skin, but if they do strike a cord, she'll know. She's already brought a blanket you like as well as snacks. "They're quite cruel because of status" she wrapped the blanket around you "but status is all they have" she scoots closer to you, hugging you. "Please don't worry about it too much if you want we can think of ways to insult them" her smile too warm for that sentence, you embrace her tightly "that sounds fun" "it's great"

#haru okumura #ann takamaki #persona 5 #persona x reader #persona 5 x reader #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #persona 5 royal

[porschekittisawasds]

im side eyeing all of the buddie related criticism of 6x11 honestly but i think what is especially blowing my mind is people having a problem with how eddie reacted because like? i don't understand?

eddie has a kid. from a purely logistical standpoint, he can't stay at buck's beside 24/7. not to mention buck is someone christopher loves and views as a parental figure, so he is understandably going to be upset and need his father. christopher has already lost his mother, he almost lost his father not that long ago and now buck is in critical condition. should eddie have just left him alone with carla for days on end? remember when eddie was shot and in the hospital for days but instead of staying at his bedside, buck instead took care of christopher because that's what eddie would have wanted? do yall really think buck wouldn't have wanted the exact same? come on now.

eddie could have been crying himself to sleep every single night and we wouldn't know because he was not the focus of the episode.

when we did see eddie in buck's hospital room, he literally lasted like THIRTY SECONDS before he broke down in tears.

anyway, eddie loves buck and he was clearly devastated (so much so that he couldn't bring himself to face the situation because the thought of buck dying is unbearable perhaps? i digress), but expecting eddie to keep vigil at buck's bedside 24/7 is simply unrealistic.

#please be for real #anyway i hope this is eddie's oh moment but buck is still as of yet oblivious because i love angst and pining #911 fox #buddie

[newcomernewcums]

Can I get a combo of "A kiss from someone the other didn't think thought of them that way" "A kiss stemmed from jealousy" & "An angry kiss in the rain" from the Kiss Promt list perhaps? W/ Price × reader idc if it's sfw or not. Ya girl just needs a lil angst 🤤 I may be asking for too much but..😶‍🌫️

two ppl asked for kissing in the rain so i’m combining it into this! Happy valentine’s yall im eating so much chocolate

Price x reader (MOSTLY sfw (i’m reading this back there’s one lil implied fantasy whoops im so sorry im keeping it tho), age difference, lil’ angsty with a happy ending):

He shouldn’t’ve entertained it in the first place. As soon as he noticed the way you stared at him he should’ve pulled you aside, stopped talking to you, anything to nip it in the bud. It’s wrong on so many levels, he’s your superior, he’s training you, he’s…significantly older.

He doesn’t do anything to stop it, though. Can’t even bring himself to care about the age difference when his mind wanders to what his hands would look like wrapped around your waste, what you would look like pressed into his pubic hair, throat constricting around his—

It’s a problem now. He has to shut it down.

It’s valentine’s day and he’s sitting in his office, pouring over papers utterly alone. It doesn’t get to him, really, it’s just… not a fun day.

His head shoots up at a knock on the door, and then his heart sinks as you step into the room. It’s in his stomach when he glances down to see you holding a single rose in a tiny round glass. Where the fuck did you get a rose on base? He doesn’t say anything as you place it on the edge of his desk, stays quiet as you confess your feelings, eyes sweet and hopeful.

Any why wouldn’t you be hopeful? He’s indulged you too much, indulged himself. Allowed smalltalk to led to deeper conversations, let you sit on the roof with him as he smokes, told you to call him John, put his jacket around your shoulders when you got cold. He’s been so fucking stupid, and now you’re here with a red rose on valentine’s day and he has to break your heart.

You’re crying as you leave his office.

He’s pulled to the party against his better judgement. Ends up standing in the corner, talking to Soap and Gaz as he looks at the pitiful cut-out hearts and streamers taped to the ceiling. Last minute decorations since it had to be moved inside when it started raining. He ruefully thinks that that’s apt.

He’s trying to ignore you across the room, stop his eyes from wandering over everytime Soap goes on another tangent. He’s failing miserably. He thought he had more control, but you’re dressed up—taking advantage of one of the only times you don’t have to be in uniform—and surrounded by other recruits. Your friends, he guesses as he pushes down the jealous twinge in his stomach everytime you smile at one of them.

You look…happy. Genuinely happy, the kind of happy that makes his heart skip a beat every time he draws it out of you. That should be good, he knows he should be glad that whatever you were feeling for him was just a schoolyard crush, but it just makes his blood boil.

He tries to convince himself it’s fine. He’s not thinking about you. He’s not regretting every action that led him here—and he’s definitely not thinking about the rose he has tucked in a shelf in his desk where nobody else can see it—as one of your “friends” takes the liberty to wrap an arm around your lower back to lean in and whisper something in your ear.

But his feet are moving as soon as he sees you leave the group, following you into the small kitchen on base, effectively blocking you in as you try to refill your drink.

You feel him immediately, stiffening up, turning towards him with wide and confused eyes.

“John-?”

“Your friends seem pretty comfortable around you,” comes out before he can stop it.

“W-what?” You look cute when you’re confused, nose scrunching up as you take a step backwards. It only serves to make him angrier.

“Just thought you needed a reminder of appropriate relations,” he growls, crossing his arms as your confusion starts to morph into anger, “I was prepared to let your little stunt go earlier, but if you’re slutting yourself out all over base-“

“Fuck you, Price,” you push past him, out the doors towards the barracks. The look on your face is seared into his brain, there was only a second of anger before your eyes were welling with tears and you just looked broken.

He’s chasing you before he can think. The rain is heavy, immediately soaking through his clothes straight to his skin but he doesn’t fucking care. He catches up to you easily, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to say something, but you’re yelling at him before he can figure out what to say.

And he knows he’s cruel, and he knows you should hate him, he knows they were just your friends, and he overreacted, and you don’t say it, but he knows an old man like him really really doesn’t deserve someone as sweet and caring and honest as you. Someone who would confess their feelings on valentines day, who would bring him a flower—nobody’s ever gotten him flowers before—who would stay up late to listen to his old stories, and continue to sit there with him when he got quiet as the memories got too painful.

He just can’t say that. Because he’s too old for you, and it’s not allowed, and he’s too much of a chicken. And you look so beautiful, hair matted to your head, a couple strands sticking to your face as you yell over the rain. So he does the only thing he’s thinking about right now, grabs you by the waist and pulls you in.

You stiffen for a second, hands coming up to his pecs, and he thinks you’re going to push him away, yell at him some more. He thinks that this is all he’ll ever get of you, but then you’re melting against his, pulling him closer, as your lips start to move against his.

Your lips are red and swollen when you break apart, and he can’t tell if the wetness is from the rain or his spit. He rests his forehead against yours, winds his arm around you.

“‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry,” he whispers, hoping that he’ll never have to let you go again.

#ask #valentines asks #john price x reader #price x reader #we love old man price #god im so in the mood to hurt u guys #dw all the other prompts were rly cute and happy (and a lil more slutty)

[campbyler]

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

oh my god first of all:

"On Saturday, Will is well and truly convinced that he’s entered an alternate universe – a Victorian romance novel, perhaps, or maybe a Shonda Rhimes production" LMFAOOO

Dustin treating Will for heatstroke and Will getting pity brownies from campers im crying

AND THE FUCKNG HANDPRINTS ON WILLS SHIRT AFTER THEY KISSED AND LUCAS FINDING THEM I AM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE

I feel like every ask I send to yall is just incoherent forms of AAAH lmao but truly that is all I have in me, phenomenal as always

HEHEHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH! scrolling down to the bottom of our inbox to answer some post ch05 asks so sorry that this is fully two and a late . my bad . will was going THROUGH it this chapter and i cannot blame him for being dramatic about it because i would have done the same!! so so glad you enjoyed those parts bc they were soooooo so fun to write! never apologize for being incoherent — we love seeing all the different iterations of AHHH in our inbox!

#asks #ch05 #AHHH!! so true!

[luckyyluka]

i desperately need to get back to second chance but the only thing is how i write it takes a lot more effort, bc i watch each episode and kinda write alongside the episodes while also taking it into my own hands to write for blake as well. and i don't have enough time to just sit down and start writing bc i'm always doing something else at the same time and it's so frustrating im gonna cry

i'm starting to create a schedule to go off of every day so hopefully i can plan and adjust my time management and get everything in my life sorted so i can actually do this stuff, so i'll keep yall updated ! for now though i'm just writing shit that i can write while also listening to music, talking to friends, etc. bc that's about all i can do at the moment. soooo with that being said shayne topp fic? ricky bowen fic? ej caswell fic, even? ...spencer reid perhaps? literally anything, are you guys up for any of that?? i'll take suggestions, requests, any of it ! (but i really really want to write a shayne topp fic...)

#shayne topp #smosh #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp x reader #ricky bowen #ricky bowen fanfic #ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts fanfic

[xulips]

how does it feel making THE an shrimpaishi anon cry. sob, perhaps. potentially even wail. like a child. in the william squilliam wonkabonk chocolate factory. who is not getting chocolate for SHIT, might i add. i hope it crushes your soul into cheerio dust. /j /j /j the art is as good as always but this feels like a double whammy w the addition of my debilitating cold rn 😭😭🦐

IM SORRY FOR MAKING YALL CRY IT WAS (definitely) NOT MY INTENTION

#ask #im not evil. i say. as i rub my hand in an evil and malicious manner

[mrsnancywheeler]

Here is my little context thing: this is the worry of Antigone re-written. The thing with classical Greek theater is that you know the tragedy is going to happen, you just wait for it. In this re-write Antigone knows she is going to die….and this monologue is the lead of the Chorus speaking after Antigone is arrested.

“So there we are. The spring is wound up nice and tight. That's what's good about tragedy. The slightest touch of a fin-ger, the flick of a feather will set it off. Anything will do. A glance at a girl on the street, a need, a sudden need for respect one morning when you wake up. Or in the evening one question too many, the one you shouldn't have asked. That's all it takes. The tiniest spark and the fuse is lit. And the rest is ... well, tragedy. You just sit back and watch it go. It's a well-oiled machine in perfect working order. It's been up and running since the beginning of time. Death is part of it, and so is betrayal. So is despair. And hard by are storms and outbursts and silences. Silences of every kind. That silence at the very end when the executioner's axe is at the top of its swing, that silence at the very beginning when two lovers are naked for the first time in the darkness of their room when neither of them dares move a muscle. And that silence when a huge crowd is acclaiming the winner, so loud and sudden that it's suddenly silent, like a film that's lost its soundtrack. All those mouths wide open with nothing coming out. All that clamor that becomes merely a picture, an image. And in the middle, all alone, the victor, beaten down by his own silence. It's neat, tragedy, neat and tidy. And relaxing, in a funny sort of way. Now drama's different, drama's something else. Mustachioed villains, damsels in distress, dashing young heroes, last minute revelations. She didn't have to drink that poison, he could have rushed in five minutes earlier with the police in tow. Tragedy's calm. There are no sudden surprises. And it promotes a sort of team spirit among the protagonists. They're all in it together, you see. He who kills is as innocent or as guilty as the vic-tim. It's all a question of what part you play. So ultimately tragedy is almost restful, because you know there's no hope, and there's nothing more unsettling than hope, is there? And you know that when you're caught, you're caught ... like a rat in a trap. And when the weight of all of heaven is on your back, all you can do is cry out. And I don't mean moan or whine or whimper, I mean really cry out, really heave your guts to heaven. And what you say is whatever you have to say. It's probably nothing you've ever said before or even known before, and has absolutely no effect whatsoever ... except this. That perhaps you hear it, you hear it for the first time and perhaps you learn. In drama people struggle and argue because there's a possibility of escape. It's a practical choice and actually rather vulgar. In tragedy to argue is noble, it's kingly and, let's face it, there's not a lot else you can do.”

I think the idea of knowing something is doomed but still fighting for it is so Finnick and his sweet girl. Also the calmness is the routine the two have created together. Also the idea that there is “nothing more unsettling than hope” because that’s so them! I mean when they broke up she literally said “don’t say that, it makes me love you more”

Anyway this was long like damn. Sorry yall im a Greek mythology girlie at my heart.

-🌾anon

please I love this, my tragic pookies, things were always gonna end badly: he lives a life without her or she's forced to kill, to betray, to face every hardship possible, conway has to die so her and finnick can be together, but that's still not enough. the capitol keeps taking, war keeps taking, coin keeps taking, basically shit is doomed

#wanda 💋 #🌾 anon #the lakes #the river

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

hi potato!!! omg im not sure if we're mutual yet but i love your art a whole lot!!!!💗💗💗💗 and you're also in brba/bcs fandom too?? that's awesome!!! hiii!! do you perhaps have a brbabcs oc? I'd love to know!

(or, if you dont have, maybe you want to make it..? 👀 abby can them can be friends...)

hey there! yeah im a huge fan of Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul, but not really active in this fandom… i typically just lurk around, reblog and enjoy the silly memes on YouTube. if i feel inspired, i’ll just draw the characters (mostly jimmy & kim cuz im so normal about them ) and then bail. my squishy brain can't stay in one fandom for too long, it's always jumping around to another new interest. im glad you like my art ❤️ you got a beautiful drawings too!

oo your ask inspired me to create an OC for BCS/BRBA! here she is! her name is Joy

she doesn't have much details and backstory yet, but im planning to flesh her out more if im not busy with other things.

with how messed up the brbabcs world can be, figured that putting my OC as a Los Pollos Hermanos employee would fit right in. she’s also Lyle’s close friend! let’s just hope she doesn't face as much tragedy as the other characters lmao

gonna put on read more for the question about being mutuals because this post is already long ⬇️

[shaking and crying rn i hope i don’t upset anyone..]

so.. uhm im very picky about who i actually follow & follow back because i need to limit it for the sake for my dashboard. preferably id have to REALLY like and rather follow blogs that i vibe & familiar with the contents that i want to see than something… i dont really want to look at 🙏 this is just how i curate my experience

in general, i also dont feel comfortable with others dming me personal things and it feels anxiety-inducing. unless it’s a specific topic like art discussion about drawing tips, ocs design, request, art trades, collab and maybe commission

im SO SORRY 🙏 🙏 it’s nothing personal i swear, really! and im letting yall know that i will always recognize and remember all the people who consistently ✨ like and reblog ✨my stuff and you're all honorary mutuals to me even if i don't follow you back and i appreciate you all sm!!! <3 i go bounce bounce seeing everyone being super sweet in my notif

if yall interact often and you’re super nice in the notific you’re already a mutual for me! 🩷 sending me question and art suggestion never bothers me! i love to talk, get to know and interact more with people in this lovely app! :)

thanks for the question!

#thank you for taking your time sending me this lovely wholesome ask <3 i hope u have a good day #ask #🥔 potato.ask 🥔 #art by me #bcs oc #brbabcs #breaking bad oc #brba oc #los pollos hermanos #fandom #drawing #doodle