#I’M ATTACHED TO THEM NOW AAAAAA

[loose-angel]

My Princess | Neteyam

pairing: Neteyam x na'vi! reader summary: What happens when you suddenly realize your feelings for your childhood best friend, Neteyam Sully? tags: fluff, miscommunication (a tiny bit), just cute stuff :3, childhood friends to lovers w/c: 1.8k notes: aaaaaa i hope u guys like this T T took me sooooo long to write,, i still have crazyyyyy writers block but im doing my best to make the best shit for this community <333 anw enjoy the read!!

You had grown up incredibly close to Neteyam. Watching as his youthful features had turned sharp, watching as he filled out his body, shoulders broadening, voice deepening, and muscles forming. Truth be told, you had not entirely noticed the change. You saw him everyday, it was almost a routine to be around one another, whether you’re dining with the Sullys, or Neteyam (and his siblings) dining at yours, you two were attached by the hip. Inseparable. So it came as a surprise to you when one day, you suddenly noticed just how much your best friend had changed. 

He greeted you in the morning, just like every morning, both him and Lo’ak offering you flowers they picked out on the way to your house. It was more of a brotherly-love action than anything else. Though you noticed something different.

“Good morning princess,” Neteyam smirked as Lo’ak bowed, offering his flower obnoxiously.

Was Neteyam’s voice always this low? Did his smile always make you feel fluttering in your stomach? Since when did his arms get so big?

“Morning losers,” You cleared your throat, bashful, you looked away, letting your braids cover your eyes. “Thanks for the flowers.” you grab the flowers out of their hands and place them in a vase along with the rest of the flowers they had gifted you this week.

“So what’s the plan today?” You ask.

Lo’ak throws an arm around you, pulling your body into his, “No idea, why don’t you play dolls with Kiri or something.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, you know what? I’d rather spend time with Kiri than your sorry asses.” With that, you began sprinting towards the Sully home. As you ran, you hear similar steps behind you. You turn around and are met with the sight of the two Sully brothers chasing after you. You squeal. You picked up the pace, light on your toes.

Your fear dissipates as you approach the entrance to the Sully household, you were a few feet away when you felt a heavy impact on your body. You fall to the ground with a grunt. 

You look up at your attacker, hissing. 

“So sorry princess,” Neteyam fusses, pushing himself up to make it so that he is hovering over you, instead of putting his entire body mass on your small frame. This was usual between the two of you. You guys always wrestled and more often than not, Neteyam wins those sessions. So why is it now that you flush under his gaze? Before you approach your conclusion, Neteyam waves a hand in front of your face.

“Get up lazy skxawng!” Lo’ak snickers as he passes the both of you. You push yourself up and dust your loin cloth, clearing your throat. 

You hated how you were so affected over his little nickname for you. Neteyam (and Lo’ak) have been calling you princess ever since you three learned how to talk. Again, it was more of a brotherly-love kind of thing, especially because you grew up with no other siblings after you. So they decided to become your brothers, yet now, you can’t seem to feel anything less than a crush on your mock ‘older brother’.

Kiri steals you away from her brothers the moment you step foot in their home, dragging you into a rather isolated corner. 

“Y/N! I feel there’s something you’re not telling me,” She grinned, peering up at you cheekily. There was nothing to hide from Kiri, you told her every single thing that has ever happened to you, and she does the same. 

“I’m not hiding anything.” You muttered. You hid nothing except your raging crush on her older brother, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Are you sure?” Kiri leans in, “Are you sure you’re not gonna tell me about your crush on my older brother?” You gasped, hands flying to cover her mouth. How did she find out? You could’ve sworn that you didn’t tell anyone, at all!

Kiri licks your palm, forcing you to let go. “So my suspicions were right,”

“Kiri rutxe, don’t tell anyone, especially him,” You nod in Neteyam’s direction, the both of you look over. The eldest Sully has Tuk on his hip, bouncing around and whispering jokes into their youngest’s ear, it’s an endearing sight. One that has your heart clenching and mind racing. One that lets your mind wander into the life of a family with Neteyam. 

“I won't, but your ogling heart eyes won’t help hide it.” Kiri interrupted your thoughts, rolling her eyes, falling onto her side. Your eyes shift from the siblings to the na’vi girl. You bit your lip. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’ll try to hide it better.”

A few days had passed, and in this time span, you decided to completely hide yourself from Neteyam, which was a pretty difficult job. He had gone to your house for the first two days, and you had kindly asked your parents to turn him away with the lame excuse that you were sick. 

On the third day, Lo’ak comes knocking at your door.

“Lo’ak, why are you here, I told mama to not let Neteyam in.” You sighed, eyeing down the na’vi boy who now leans against the entrance to your ‘room’.

“Yeah tsmukan, not me, skxawng.” Lo’ak plops himself into your hammock, pushing against your limbs rather roughly. You scooch over and he lays next to you, throwing an arm over your waist. 

“So why are you avoiding us?” He hummed, leaning to look over at you. You turn your head to avoid his gaze. 

Over the course of your isolation, you pondered over your feelings. Coming to accept that you simply couldn’t live a life without Neteyam. You tried imagining a life with the other clan members but nothing felt the same. Hell, you even tried imagining Neteyam with another mate, and your mind simply couldn’t conjure up an image. You didn’t want to tell anyone. If news spread that you, a simple Omaticaya girl, had great feelings for Neteyam, the future olo’eyktan, the whole clan would laugh at you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to Lo’ak.

“I needed time to think,” You mumbled, hoping your answer would stave off his curiosity for the time being. Lo’ak only hummed, waiting for you to continue. “I needed to figure out my feelings.”

“For tsmukan right?” You audibly gasped, did Kiri tell him? 

“Don’t go crazy, I figured it out on my own, it’s not like it wasn’t blaringly obvious anyway.” You groan and tuck your face away from the world. How many more people have noticed?

“You better tell him soon, or some other girl might snatch him.” Lo’ak sing-songed, placing a foot on the ground to rock the hammock from side to side. 

“Fine, fine, you convinced me,” You rolled your eyes, “I just want to get it over with anyway.” Just as you said, you hoped that you can get these feelings behind you as fast as possible and return back to normal. Truthfully, the past few days were absolutely miserable without Neteyam’s presence, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to hang out with him. It was difficult to just look over your new found feelings for your best friend and you actually felt like it was unfair to him for you to do such a thing, taking advantage of him not knowing about your feelings for him for some kind of gratitude.

Though, today was different. Today you were going to meet up with Neteyam, tell him how you feel, you’ll laugh at it for a minute or two, and resume your normal lives, nothing could go wrong. 

After a few hefty minutes of searching, you finally find Neteyam in a calmer, less dense area of the forest. You make no effort to conceal your presence as you approach him. He’s turned away from you, yet his ears tell you that he’s well aware that it’s you who is nearing him. 

“Ma’Neteyam,” You greet softly, reaching out your hand, you run the tips of your fingers on the side of his arm, the muscle tensing underneath your touch. 

“Ma’Y/N,” He turns to you, gaze hardened, “My princess, where have you been?”

Your ears flatten against your head underneath the boy’s gaze. You knew it was wrong to basically cut contact for a few days but you had to! There was nothing else you wanted to do at that time but to get to the bottom of your feelings, and now, you know. You know that you’re so deeply in love with your best friend that it pains you to imagine him with someone else, though there is not much you could do about it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to –” Before you could continue, Neteyam wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his nose onto the top of your head. The both of you sink into the hug, muscles gradually relaxing. Although you would love to stay like this, in his arms, until the end of eternity, you still needed to come clean to Neteyam.

After a while, you pull your head away from his chest.

“Neteyam,” You called out, peering up at him through your eyelashes. “I must tell you something.” 

He hums and says nothing more, opening his eyes, his soft gaze meeting yours.

“I promise you’re gonna laugh your ass off after hearing this, but here I go,” You take a breath, “I like you, Neteyam. Hell, I love you even! I spent the last few days away from you because I needed to figure it all out, I just suddenly felt. . . everything for you.” You shift your eyes away from his own towards the end of your confession. You wait a beat or two, waiting for a chuckle, a laugh, anything.

“I don’t want anything from you ma’Neteyam, I just wanted to get this off my chest and we can go back to normal.” You look back up at the boy, now nervous over his lack of reaction. He’s just looking at you. You try to decipher what he’s thinking, yet his eyes tell you nothing. His ears are flat against his head, and his tail is swinging wildly behind him, but he has yet to say a word.

“Are you serious?” He muttered. You gulped nervously. 

You had prepared yourself for a scenario that Neteyam wouldn’t find any of this funny and your relationship with him would fade away as you know it, yet all the preparation in the world won’t save you from the intense heartache that you feel rising. 

Before you could say anything else, Neteyam picks you up into his arms. 

“Princess this is great!” He grins, spinning you around, you squeal in shock, hands tight on his wrists as he continues to spin you. 

“I thought you had begun to hate me, I’m so glad you like me too Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to feel the same about me!” Neteyam is rambling at this point, his hands still holding onto your waist even after he sets you back on the ground. 

“You like me too?” You trailed off, you could barely process what was reality at this point. Though the warmth that bubbled in your chest suggested otherwise.

“I always did Yawne.”

[merakiui]

Mera.. is it only me that i want Father Arlecchino to just fuck me dumb and brat taming me to show me where my place is…? oh to ride her fingers…

sorry i’m feeling a bit little silly rn… cus man she’s so HOT

she’s making me feel SO GAYYYYYY and would be on my KNEES if she command me to like i’ll be ur loyal dog pls arlecchino just one chance… i BEG of you orz

AAAAA YES!!!! 🤝 you are not the only one who feels this way, anon!!! All it takes is one lesson from Father and you'll know your place. <3 aaaaaa she's everything,,,,

Imagine her training you to be Lyney's perfect, obedient partner when he inevitably becomes the next "Father" of the House............ stretching you open with her fingers, using a variety of toys and training you to take each of them, mixing in all kinds of potions (mostly aphrodisiacs) into your meals to teach you lessons in obedience. A good partner stays with their beloved through thick and thin. An obedient partner nods along no matter what. Can you do that for her? And, though she smiles at you, it's so cold; there is no warmth in her stare. You have no choice but to nod in your fucked-out state.

You become so dependent on her, all of your previous bratty behavior stamped out after spending so much time under her care. And now you're so sweet for her, such a perfect partner. Perhaps she's become too attached after spending so much time with you, tending to you in her own ways. It's quite obvious Father favors you and recognizes your usefulness in the same way she does Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet. Which is why she knows you won't let her down when she pairs you off with her successor.

After all, you've been trained to never disappoint your Father.

[astropookie]

I’m feeling like a fcking egoist so I’ll roast myself

I’m the best at it😄🥰

aspects of my birth chart I blame -don’t do that-

Picture from Pinterest

TW: it could turn deep

*basically aspects in my birth chart

Moon square Venus

I’m fucking rude. I always seem like Idgf. When I liked someone, unless I want them to know, in the past, they have told me that they haven’t had a clue I like them. It’s like I have a mask but really on the inside I’m sensitive and I’m scared of being hurt and not having the reaction I expect. Attachment issues. That’s the thing. I HAVE SUFFERED A LOT in past relationships, any type. Why? I’ve been too attached to the point I begged the other to stay or if don’t I…had a incomprensible fear OR I’ve been too cold and lost what could’ve been friends bc of my anxiety of being hurt/rejected/judge, etc. I HAVE SUCH A HUGE PROBLEM that’s not being able to show myself at the fullest or to struggle to be myself and i’ll adapt to what others would like. SCARED OF BEING JUDGE. I feel that I’m a burden, being me. Showing my real intentions and emotions to the ones I love the most. To be the cause of their problems. That’s my phobia -jk-.

Ascendant conjunction Neptune

As much as it costs me to mention it. Yes, neptune causes addiction or SPECIFICALLY and ORIGINALLY a necessity to escape, to avoid what’s in front of your eyes. The effect neptune gives is insane, the sensitivity someone with neptune energy is on another level. A level that make you wish to disappear or to go to another dimension. The need can’t be put in words. But oh darling, as much as you wish, you scream, you can’t go bc you’re sensitive and that makes you an emphatic. you feel what others feel: you can’t decide. How others would feel? So you hide it. You’re good at it or that’s what you think. “It’s for your own good and for the others, it’s the best”, that’s what you’d said.

Sun square Chiron

A truck hits you every time. Or -a example that’s more family friendly- when you start doing bars, at first you get blisters and it burns but you have to do the work anyways bc you’re not gonna wait an eternity so the blister can heal -another’s gonna appear in the process-: you kept going and finally your skin becomes indifferent to the rub between your hand and the bar. in other words, sun square chiron have passed and pass lessons that are really deep, specifically in the past by being invalidated for being them. They can feel insufficient and that you don’t have the right to be, to show your passions and expressive side (being creative and unique). They repressed you, they thought they had the right and you believed them. Honey, you become stronger each time. Your inner strength is incredible. Accepting yourself, being recognized by you is what matters and what’s going to make you reach your potential.

Lilith square Mars

AAAAAAAA THIS ASPECT. why do I have to have such a AAAAAA aspect? I HATE IT FUCK. You know how many times I’ve changed hobbies? How many times I’ve left a competition bc I was afraid of not winning? What if my full potential wasn’t what I expected? What if I wasn’t the best? If it was the case I preferred to leave, to die -how dramatic- instead of knowing I had competition and that I wasn’t the only one there that wanted to give her best. I changed hobbies every time bc I got bored: in reality I was afraid and stressed bc things didn’t go the way I wanted, I didn’t full my expectations and I was afraid of not doing it if I really tried. At the first try I expected to it to came out like I was an expert. I have to make a mistake, what I was most afraid of, to learn about it, to understand that I’m human. I HATE IT. That’s why I’m feeling like shit. The other day I exploded without of nowhere and a friend that I love obviously got offended and I tried to covered it by telling it was a joke -she still told me she didn’t like it- but then I apologized and cleared everything. Now, add those previous 3 aspects: I feel like fucking shit. -there are other things-.

incredibly, first time I don’t use emojis

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[base0h]

Hi hi, just saw your event and I'm super excited for it!!! Can I ask for romantic headcanons w prompt 9, in which reader, killer and kid are in a poly relationship? :3

Take your time <333. 😚💞

a/n - aaaaaa jimmy I’m excited abt this event too hehe- 😭💜 kid and killer are always so fun to write :))))

prompt - 9

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, poly relationship

- kid was huffing and puffing, storming around with the Santa hat in his hands

- kid was huffing and puffing, storming around with the Santa hat in his hands

- killer had his hat on, the top of it draping over his face

- “Kid I swear- just wear the damn hat.” You said, making him stare at you with widened eyes

- your tone was- maybe scary to him, but he’d never admit that

- he muttered something and put it on as you took your camera, situating yourself between them

- both your arms were wrapped around them, their cheeks pressing against yours

- kid looked flustered and angry, while killer looked like a normal person trying to take a nice Christmas photo

- “Are we done now?!” -kid

- “YOUR EYES WERE CLOSED!” -you

- killer took the liberty of shoving the hat back on kid’s head, fixing the top of it to drape in front of his face as well

- “Dumbass! Keep your eyes open!” -you

- Kid reluctantly posed with you and killer again, and to keep him from looking disgusted, you pinched that one spot in his back that hurt so fucking bad

- He literally screamed in pain to the point it looked like the best smile he’s ever had 💀

- that picture has remained attached to the fridge for forever, you never let Kid take it down 👍

a/n - kid can’t pose for photos it’s canon

[sketchquill]

HIHIHIHI HEHEHE GIGGLES I HOPE YOU'RE DOING ALRIGHT <3333 MWA MWA /P

It's almost 5 am and I'm now thinking about Corpse Puppet and how close we are to seeing it completed. Im currently quietly crying because I really don't want this lovely AU to come to a close, but I also can't help but cry at the fact that we'll see Wally turn into butterflies ;;

I KNOW ITS SILLY BUT AAKSKEKDKD I'VE GROWN REALLY ATTACHED TO CORPSE!WALLY AND I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO SEE HIM GO, NOT YET ;; He deserved so much better, the way my heart is aching.. </333

YOU'RE DOING AMAZING BUT AAAA I CANT STOP CRYING AUZYDHSJS

HI LATTEEE (＾▽＾)／

AAAAAA I KNOW!! THE CORPSE PUPPET AU IS SO CLOSE TO BEING FINISHED! 😭💕

It’s kind of insane to me because tbh I didn’t think i’d get this far with the AU since it pretty much started because all I wanted to do was draw Wally as if he was Emily for fun and I had absolutely no plans for it ((still don’t I’m making shit up as I go along lmao)) and it just spiralled on from there!

He’s gotta turn into butterflies bro it’s a canon event 😔✋ plus I love seeing you guys suffer mwuahahaha >:3c

IM SORRYYYYY (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

BTW!

I’m thinking about how since I’m close to finishing the AU I could maaaaybe 🤏 try adding peoples Welcome Home OCs as background characters for when the Dead go upstairs for the wedding and also maybe some as the Living as well as a way to thank you guys for all the love and support for the AU.

However I don’t want to get your hopes up but that’s mainly because I’m not 100% sure on whether or not I want to do that since there’ll probably be a lot of people who’d want their OCs included and that’s a bit nerve wracking to me and also because I dunno how many scenes I’ll be able to do to include them (ʘᗩʘ;)

[crystalcow]

Can you do a Technoblade thingy where he finds a kid (Y/N) and takes them in, and was gonna give them to like an orphanage or something but he grows attached to them and takes them in?

possibly maybe also Y/N dies and Technoblade feels guilty and stuff haha

I love your writing! aaaaaa

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑝𝑡1//𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒

Masterlist

Technoblade x reader !p !child reader blurb

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: blood, death

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I scoured through the burning village, different masses of pillagers coming at me. I looked down at the pool of blood below me, disgusted as it showered my new boots..

Cant they learn to keep it in themselves? It’s not that difficult, damn nerds.

The pillagers are only pissed I killed the villagers before they could, not my fault they’re just slow. It’s not that difficult, really, just find a helpless village and take them out. If your worried about the iron golem, you shouldn’t be fighting in the first place.

I sighed as the noise finally died down, the voices calming once again. Flames erupted behind me, disappointing really it was a nice place.

My nose scrunched up in confusion, voices screaming once again as they poked around in my head. A small child, no older then 3 wandered around tripping over the dead bodies.

I almost laughed watching as they shone a blank expression on their face, pondering around the burning village. Friends, family, dead. Maybe it’s time for the orphan to join them, I mean you don’t have a family anyways kid.

The mask once again laid peacefully on my head, pig tusks sticking out as the crown on my head shone brighter then normal. The closer I got to this small being, thing.. They seemed to notice me aswell; frightened, I jumped back as they clung on my shoe.

I sighed, flailing around my leg attempting to shake small thing off, yet my attempt had sadly failed. I looked down with confusion, more so fright if we’re being one hundred percent honest.

How.. how is this possible?

THIS SMALL CREATURE IS TAKING OVER ME

The voices rang louder then ever before, a pounding headache imploding on me. I ached as they all screamed, begging me to either kill or hold the child.

It’s an orphan

a powerful one..

Yet, after long moments of contemplation, the small child whom is continuously hugging the small of my leg.. the latter had the voices going wild.

“What a tiny little thing. Oh no, no don’t, don’t grab my crown.”

I looked around, the smoke from fires clouding my senses. The better option would be taking them to Phil..

why did I get myself into this..

So yet, we traveled onto our new journey. The horizons beyond and loud voices clouding my current judgment. I mean what’s the worst that could possibly happen? I helped raised Tommy, he’s alright I guess.

PHILLL

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I’m so sorry I’ve been in such a slump recently and I haven’t had the motivation to write. I will continue this if it gains attentions but for now take this!

Taglist: @creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @uwucorpse @chaoticotaku @k-l-a-w-s @denkisclown @arson-404 @koicat @megnotfound

[hansolmates]

shiver | 01 (m)

banner done by the wonderful @dnrequests​

summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: touching over the clothes, mc is hornee, *pulls out cards against humanity* “a gentle caress of the inner thigh”, panty kissin, mc is a big ol’ pushover and hopeful for jkk:(( w/c; 1.9k a/n; it’s here! aaaaaa!!! i’ve been really eally realllyyyyyy nervous to post this. even though this is just a drabble series  let me know how you feel about it! enjoy [shiver masterpost]

“Oh, you’re so dead.” 

Jeon Jungkook isn’t thaaaat buff, he's more of a skinny kind of muscular. You don’t understand the hype, why everyone croons over Jungkook’s strength and physique. However, how else could you explain Jungkook being able to climb the currently dilapidated fire escape to the top floor of the chapel. The ladder is rusted beyond repair and is definitely a fire hazard rather than a fire escape. Yet he barely breaks a sweat doing it, and he wipes the minor sheen off his brow with the back of his hand. There’s some soot and whatever nasty residue from the fire escape that gets on his face, a black streak marring his already annoying face. He’s currently wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic “hello.” It makes you sneer, your two consciousness (inappropriate and appropriate) warring against each other to determine whether you still find this man attractive or not. 

Convincing yourself that Jungkook is ugly is the worst quick-fix idea you’ve ever had. 

The words of your Aunties, the family friends in the church, echo in your ears. Jungkook’s bad. They’d say over and over. It would cause you to snort and giggle, unable to imagine what sort of things he’s done to warrant such a cliché label. Yet some of the girls your age, girls that have gone off to college agree with sultry looks and longing eyes that yes, Jungkook’s bad. So bad, it’s good. 

You haven’t a clue what he’s actually done to earn such a hushed title, his parents are lip-tight about his doings, unless it’s his achievements in the architecture graduate program. You hear things, though. Things that make you shamefully green with envy, envious of sin. 

As soon as he finds proper footing in the storage room, he goes to the closet, immediately finding his backup clothes. They’re plain white button-downs, awkward long shirts with no shape or definition to them. They belong to the church, and no one ever uses them because they’re stiff and itchy. Yet Jungkook wears them like it’s tailored, and you have to look away when he quickly knots the bottom half of the shirt, fashioning it into a tasteful double knot in order to cinch his lean waist.

“Pretty sure it was just you that saw me,” Jungkook says dismissively, “so it’s fine.” 

This bristles you the wrong way, and you put down the catering covers you were supposed to return to the storage room. You smooth out your Sunday dress, this shade of Boring Beige looking particularly pale in the morning sun. “How do you know I won’t tell?” you turn your nose up. 

“Because I know,” he doesn’t even look at you, focusing on rolling the sleeves of his shirt. You weaken when you see the black shadowing across his forearm. That’s new, then again you haven’t seen him since last Christmas.   

“Know what?” 

“That you have a crush on me,” Jungkook says into the air like it’s common knowledge, adjusting the leather jacket on top of his outfit so the white-startched collar pops on top, “I mean, it’s hard for anyone not to know. You’ve been into me since youth group, Bunny.”  

You hold your breath, counting to ten as you close the door behind you. A vision of you playing “Duck Duck Goose” as a five year old plays in your head, where you’d pick a bushy, big-eyed Jeon Jungkook each time, hopping over to him to pat his fluffy head so he’d chase you around. 

It’s old news, your puppy love for Jungkook. How could you not like him? He's clever and sweet with his mother and always told the best stories in youth group meetings.  Everyone thought your affections were so sweet, and while that attention weaned over time, your feelings have only increased the more self-aware you’ve become. 

With a mind as open and honest is yours, it’s hard to ignore how well Jungkook has grown. What has also grown is your curiosities since the two of you have moved onto university. Jungkook goes to the university uptown, a far drive which only forces him attend masses during the holidays. You attended the local community college, wrapping up a bachelors in some vague major that you’re not attached to. You’re currently looking around for some graduate schools, but unfortunately you’ve been so wrapped up doing duties for Pastor Nina that you haven’t been able to look around properly. 

Jungkook’s probably living a fun life, with the way he’s grown rough and loose, you resent him. 

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s right in front of you, trapping you between his body and the door.  

“Don’t be embarrassed, Bunny,” you furrow your brows, nearly growing cross-eyed when he leans in. “I think your crush is cute.” 

You’re not sure what he thinks of you. Sure, he considered everyone a friend when you two were in youth group, but that was youth group. Premeditated, parents forcing other children to do the same things with each other for years upon years in the hope they’ll practice together forever and ever. Jungkook did not want that, evident from the way he dipped his duties as soon as he got into university. 

You hate how easy he dips back into it though, calling you Bunny and making you feel like a little girl all over again. Bunny, because you’d hop around to him whenever he was in sight. Bunny, because Jungkook had been fondly compared to the wide-eyed, diamond-toothed creature. It was cute when you were five. Now, it’s just discomfiting. 

“Don’t call me that,” you bite, “and I don’t like you anymore.” 

“Sure you don’t,” he rolls his eyes, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand rests on the curve of your waist, fingers slotting themselves between the pleats of your skirt. “That’s why you’re not moving away when I’m about to put my hand under your skirt. Because you don’t like me.” 

You press yourself further into the door, your skin hot and vibrating. So warm, you feel like you could melt through the door and escape from Jungkook’s gaze. Sure, the young ladies in the congregation talk. Maybe you’ve heard a story or two about Jungkook being seedy, a result of being repressed after years and years of stiff routines and expectations thrust upon him. You could care less about Jungkook’s sexual appetite, until this appetite has reached you. 

“Mm, you’re pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes roam your form, the daisy white blouse doing nothing to barricade Jungkook’s sudden interest in you, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you?” 

“I’ve touched myself like this,” you hiss in defense, and it’s more out of anger than in pleasure. You don’t need a man to comfort you, but Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in mirth at the new information. 

“That’s really sexy,” Jungkook slips down, roams his fingers down to your ankles and plays with the silver buckles of your Mary Janes. You shiver when his hands trail up up up to your knees, the swell of your thighs, and catch right under the elastic seam that holds your secrets together, “but I’ll have you know, it’s different when you have someone hold your pleasure in their hands.” 

You’re in the storage room of your church, fifteen minutes before the Christmas mass, with Jeon Jungkook’s head between your legs. Your skirt is long, and Jungkook doesn’t bother to ride it up your waist. 

It feels more forbidden that way, Jungkook hiding under the fabric of your skirt to get to your honeyed center, sneaking his way in with rough hands and soft touches.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, pressing your full spine against the wooden door, “we shouldn’t. N-not like this.”

What is wrong with you? Is it sheer curiosity? Do you just want to know what it finally, finally feels like? You should be pushing him away. There’s red lights flashing back and forth in your brain like sirens. Yet, do you really want to turn away the attention you’ve been aching for years? 

You imagined your first time to be relatively special. The bare minimum, a bed, a talk, and a partner you’re mutually committed to. None of those things are met. Now you understand why all the young women in church whisper about sex like this. It’s a spur of the moment, it’s an unbridled pleasure you don’t want to stop, no matter how forbidden and sinful the act is.  

“How else then?” you feel his deep voice straight through your panties, his lips whispering between the pink cotton like he’s sinking liquid heat into your skin. “I can’t sink my fingers into your sweet cunt during the candle lighting. Or when we open presents with the family after. That would be inappropriate.” 

Your replies come out in breaths, puffs of air that conceal the moans you so badly want to let out as Jungkook pokes and rubs at you. He does nothing beyond the cotton fabric, only slides two fingers up and down your slit as he gathers the arousal between his digits. 

“So wet already, that’s so sexy,” he’s kissing your core, and you sigh fretfully at the pleasure that feels so close yet so far away. 

“P-please, Jungkook…” 

“Please what?” Jungkook teases, fingers slipping back and forth between the elastic of your underwear, “please stop? Please touch me? Please fuck me?” 

The church bell answers that, and Jungkook’s nose knocks right into your bud at the sudden intrusion. You yelp at the jarring stimulation, pulling him from under your skirts as the loud noise echoes in the room. Both of you wince at the pain, the moment interjected. 

“You first,” Jungkook casually opens the door for you, as if he didn’t have you ten seconds away from begging him to make you come. 

You don’t even look at him as you dash away, not bothering to take the elevator in favor of running off the heat. Two minutes before the procession. The church is packed to the brim, only the back seats left. Your family probably gave up on waiting for you up in the front. As you sit down in the corner, you’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of a decorated church on Christmas. Even though you’re part of the decorating committee and commanded most of the design, seeing the stained glass lit up with fairy lights and the poinsettia plants blooming burgundy on the altar, you’re impressed. 

“There’s a draft here, you must be cold.” Jungkook talks to you so politely, a perfect picture of a gentleman as he drapes his leather jacket over your lap. He speaks as if it’s a pleasant surprise, a childhood friend he hasn’t seen in nearly a year. 

You can’t tell him to move when people are watching and Jungkook is seconds from interrupting the procession, so you reluctantly scoot over so he can sit next to you. His scent overwhelms you even more now that you’ll have to sit next to him for a whole hour, lavender and vanilla overtaking your pew. 

The jacket is heavy and heady on your lap, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead. Jungkook cannot weaken you like this, not anymore. 

Thirty minutes later, his fingers are hovering at the start of the homily, caressing your thighs under the jacket with his big hands. A draft? Please. You clamp your thighs together, knocking your knees and hoping they’d lock together for the rest of the mass. Jungkook’s a master key, easily parting his way as if your muscles are pure jelly. You turn your head sharply, glaring at him with all the fire in the world. 

“Careful,” Jungkook mouths, eyes flickering to the symbol atop the podium, “he’s watching.” 

His fingers finally brush the damp blush cotton of your panties, and you shudder. 

[sweetenerdx]

I'd like to hear more about your OCs; you have such pleasant character designs & I'd like to learn more about them from you. Do you have any that are your favorites compared to others? And do you plan on making any stories with them in tr future or do you just want to keep making drawings of them for your own enjoyment?

MY FIRST TUMBLR ASK AAAAAA

right now my top favorites are zlee and boo!

Used to be Anaki [ and still is ]

But zlee is helping me go through a self discovery journey so I’m very attached to him at the moment

I do have stories I plan out to share! I’m taking my time since I want to learn proper anatomy and expressions for a comic I want to work through been writing and making notes for their story that I’m exited to share w everyone!

Right now I am drawing them for my own enjoyment and [ hopefully so others get interested and like them as well ]

But if you want to know more about them specific things you can always ask and I can make them answer w doodles and stuff! :D something I’ve done before!

Thank u sm for the question idk it made my day shshsjsjs :”) 💕

[witch-hazels-musings]

Since we’re simping over Kazuha and Diluc-

One of my biggest HCs for Kazu is him and his s/o sneaking out (pre-Vision Hunt) to spend time together and ending up watching the stars. And they stay there, just laying in the grass, probably falling asleep together and getting in some serious trouble with their families, but they keep doing it. And my friend suggested this, but I loved it for no reason so I’m adding it: Tomo showing up every single time despite him having no way of knowing which days they were going out, much less which spot they were at that day. And he just lays next to them like “What are we talking about :D” and overtime they just kinda accepted it. I honestly have no idea why I laughed so hard when my friend told me this but I’m so attached to the concept now. Also both Kazu and Tomo are weirdly talented at braiding hair and no I will not take criticism.

As for Diluc, I love the thought of him letting his s/o mess around with his hair while he’s working and doesn’t really pay attention to what they’re doing because Hey, it feels good. And when he finally stops and actually looks in the mirror, his hair is a mess. I’m talking random braids everywhere, a weird ponytail keeping his bangs up, a couple of pigtails, some random buns, overall a very confusing hairstyle. And so he blinks a few times and then asks his s/o to fix it again, so he can enjoy the feeling a bit longer, even if it does end up in an ugly mess.

aaaaaa these are all so sweeeeet!

laying outside with Kazuha is like the best -- i love that comic of him talking about being a frog >< ( also, we were robbed!! i want Tomo so badly !!! )

any time Diluc wants his hair played with i’m there. I honestly don’t even notice im doing it if i’m also doing something else ... so lay your head on my lap and I will run my fingers through your hair as long as you’d like sweet boy!!

[rocking-space-dragon]

Okay so... Okay....Oooookkaaayyy....

Today's streams!

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUHHHHHHKKKKK

So Tommy and Tubbo have their discs back; the disc saga has come to an end at last. Now that they're in Tommy's ender chest, they're safe (until someone threatens Tommy or His home or Tubbo or someone to get them) but that probably won't happen, to be fair, it seems like people have kinda accepted that arc has come to an end.

Dream is in prison, pog! I mean...I don't think it's gonna be for all too long. Not only is Sam kinda dubious in terms of his allegiance, Techno still owes him a favour and Ranboo is still kinda... His unwilling servant. Not to mention he seems like the type to have a stasis chamber of his own... But it doesn't matter if they can't keep him in the prison, because now he's well and truly alone - after everyone stood up to him and realised just how awful he was.

On the topic of Dream... What a fantastic villain. That unhinged desire to keep everyone under his thumb, under his control, by holding onto everything that they cared about... The desire to be in control of everything because it's HIS SMP... Beautiful. Mwah. What an incredible villain.

Wilbur... Wilbur. Wiiiillllbuuurrr. He's gonna get brought back, that much is certain - he said he didn't want to be brought back, but Ghostbur wants to bring him back, says he needs to be brought back... And all that yelling and insulting ending with the 'I'm proud of you' and the 'See you soon'? That's two brothers yelling at each other without really being mad, your honour. You could tell the idea of being able to come back and see Tommy and his Brothers and Father and son again... It easily overwhelmed any desire he had to stay dead.

And now we've got Eret and Jack - Jack talking about how he needs to kill Tommy - because dream was lying about not having any attachments, how he's got an attachment to Tommy. How killing Tommy isn't just going to solve his problem of Tommy, it's going to hurt Dream as well.

And we've got Eret, planning for the museum, talking about the danger of the Egg and about how he wants to bring Wilbur back.

(he said that he needs WILBUR and I deadass started crying this man has come so far I need Wilbur to come back and forgive him PLEASE)

(HE SAID THERE'S NOT A SINGLE DAY THAT DOESN'T GO BY THAT HE DOESN'T REGRET THE 'IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE' AAAAAA I'M SO SOFT FOR THIS KING)

Today was... Something. Do I believe that The deaths dream suffered actually matters because he's actually got 3 lives? Not really. He doesn't seem like the type to play by mortal rules. Do I believe that the deaths meant something because they showed he wasn't invincible? ABSOLUTELY.

We've got plenty more coming, y'all... But today was a Win. An honest, genuine win... And there's darker times ahead, sure, but we've got the light to push through it, together.

[ishouldnotbhere]

the build-up of barou’s king moment 😩 i know it’s just around the corner aaaaaa and how amazing of aiku’s flow to be activated by everyone’s individual plays and (almost) flow moments?? captain ought to show off before blue lock ends them (?) CANT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

AAAAAAH IKR omg I love how Barou just does not give a flying fuck what people think! Somehow I wish we could see the midfielders’ and strikers’ (Sae’s and Shidou’s) reactions to Blue Lock’s offenses??!

It’s weird because you would think Barou and Shidou would be similar in terms of their unpredictability and spontaneity, but Barou’s behavior actually seems to somehow contrast Shidou’s. Compared to how blatantly Barou barrels through others, dismisses their presences, and ignores their contributions to the team play, Shidou, weirdly enough, is much more… cooperative. It’s incomprehensible to even conceive of Shidou as a collaborative dude, but there’s evidence to demonstrate it. He butts heads with Rin, who is unwilling to acknowledge Isagi’s quick thinking on the field, because unlike Rin, Shidou truly enjoys good soccer. Unlike the others, who all have their own motives unrelated to soccer (Reo’s attachment to Nagi, Rin’s desire to outmatch his brother, even Kunigami’s goal to be a “hero”, etc.), Shidou’s interest is decidedly pure. Untainted. It’s just fundamentally, unabashedly, soccer. He loves the game fiercely. That’s all the reason he needs to play it.

Shidou just expresses his passion in a crude way (the whole “seed” and “womb” and “breeding” analogy). And yeah, it’s fucking weird, but it just goes to show Shidou basks in soccer at its core—a team-based sport in which the greater the individual talent, the more vibrant the outcome. And Shidou loves that. He acknowledges teammates who bring that dynamism to the game, who invigorate it, and it excites him even more to integrate it. His sexuality is soccer basically, lmao. I see him as the kind of person who’s willing to date anyone of any gender as long they’re good (as per his standards) at the sport. It’s why he’s more than happy to give Isagi the spotlight, back when he was in Blue Lock. It’s why he plays synergistically with Sae, and lets Sae take the lead, because he greatly admires Sae’s strategy and ability. Shidou really is quite animalistic and childlike in nature, but not in a bad way. His basest instincts are grounded in soccer. All someone needs to do is ignite or peak his curiosity, and he’ll be all over them.

I’m not sure if you’ve ever watched Hunter x Hunter, but Shidou sort of reminds me of Gon. Gon gets a lot of bad rep from the fandom, but what people forget is that Gon was literally just a child raised in isolation from the rest of the world. So his overtly extreme, violent reactions to traumatic events stems from the fact that his undeveloped, childhood insecurities, which had yet to mature, were now buttressed by incredible power that no child could understand, manage, or even ought to have. In the same way, Gon’s immediate attachment to new friends who match his level of talent arises from an essential lack of familial support throughout his growing years. While I’m not saying that Shidou actually had that sort of upbringing, his instantaneous bonds with players of similar capability, as well as his erratic mood swings between things which pique his interest and things which don’t, mirror that sort of childlike immaturity. But they’re not irrational. They can be explained (if not justified); they’re amoral, rather than immoral. It’s kind of sad, then, the way everyone treats Shidou as some sort of demon, when in fact his passion for soccer is the clearest out of everyone else’s.

Man, do I want Shidou’s backstory already.

Barou, on the other hand, is a beast of his own caliber. This guy is, weirdly enough, worse than Shidou because there’s no fucking possibility he’s going to play nice with anyone else on his team. I feel he truly embodies the spirit of “ego” Ego was trying to instill in Blue Lock. Barou’s connection to soccer is the precise opposite of Shidou’s; the other end of the spectrum: if Shidou’s is unadulterated (“soccer for soccer’s sake”), Barou’s is wholly selfish (“soccer for my sake”). Unlike Reo, Nagi, Kunigami, Isagi, Bachira, Rin, or literally anybody else, there was no sense of human attachment or feeling of personal insecurity that sparked Barou’s passion for soccer. His backstory proves that the literal reason Barou likes soccer was, well, he was just better than everybody else. I’m the King. I’m the only one who belongs, and all of you will bow. Which, of course, is not how soccer, or any team-based sport for that matter, works, and that’s why he’s going to come in clutch for Blue Lock. He’s a singularity, and he’s single-handedly going to rock the game off its course. The thing about experts going head-to-head is that experts know what the other might play. What is truly fearsome is the beginner, and the person who either doesn’t know or doesn’t care about the rules. I, for one, am so excited to see this match unfold!

[prongsies]

Golden • Draco Malfoy

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Reader SUMMARY: Draco regrets his past actions and begs for forgiveness WARNINGS: Mentions of death; angst A/N: AAAAAA Finally!! part one of the Fine Line series :( I hope you enjoy it! Fine Line Master list 

You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t see him for the way he was before all of this - before the war. Sure, he had been a git for years, but he promised to change for you, promised to be kinder, promised to rid himself of the ideals his family forced upon him ever since he was a child. You never thought he’d be one of them, especially with the progress he had made.

The war had ended at that point, many had returned to their families while others weren’t given the privilege to, not when their lives have been ripped away so violently from them.

Draco came back to you after everything, desperate to make you understand why he had done what he did. Why he had even let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts in your sixth year in the first place, why he ran from you without as much as a goodbye. But he doesn’t know how it felt, especially when you’re a second away from being murdered by adults with far more experience than you, only to find out your boyfriend is one of them.

“I can’t” You managed a whisper, peering your eyes away from the boy who had dropped to his knees in front of you, arms clutching your waist as his shoulders shook with his sobs, “I-I don’t think I can do it, Draco. I can’t get the image of you running away while I was fighting for my life in Hogwarts”

“I know” Draco cried out, holding you tighter, “I know, my love. And I regret it - I regret everything that I did”

“You say that now but-“

“I’m a changed man. I tried...for you. I love you and- and I’d never wish to put you at harm’s way”

“Your dad almost killed me, did you know?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you recalled the events that will surely leave you traumatized for the rest of your life, “The worst part is, he told me he knew me as your girlfriend - it didn’t stop him though”

“I’ll leave them” Draco stated, resting his head over your stomach “I’ll leave my family for you, please (y/n), please give me another chance to make it up to you. Please, my love”

You looked down towards him, seeing his knuckles turning white from clutching your shirt so tight. The war hadn’t done him any good, it aged him physically in such a short amount of time. He looked dreadful.

And as mad as you are at him, you know you’re still in love with him. You know he’s not his parents, that if he had a way out - if his life wasn’t hanging by a thread at the hands of the Dark Lord himself, he wouldn’t have done it.

“He knew about you” Draco spoke when you didn’t respond to him, his grip on your shirt loosening as he choked on a sob, “The Dark- Voldemort. He knew about you”

“What?” You breathed out. Seeing him bury his face in his hands.

“I tried to stop him. He broke through my Occlumency and I tried - trust me, I tried but- but he tortured me” He cried out, resting back on the heels of his feat, exhausted from his emotions, “He saw my memories of you... and he used you against me. He told me if I wasn’t able to repair the cabinet he’d not only kill me and my family but you as well! I couldn’t lose you! Die if I must but- but I can’t bear the thought of losing you”

He let out a breath, almost panting as he spilled his heart out to you. You thought you could resist him, you really did, but when he looked up at you, grey eyes brimmed red from all the crying he had done, you sunk down on your knees beside him, speechless as you wrapped your arms around him.

“My love” He cooed as you buried your face into his neck, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace, “I hope you understand... I didn’t want any of this to happen”

“I know” You replied.

“You’re way too good for me, (y/n) - way too good. You’re the light of my life, please- please take me back to the light. I know you’re scared, I’ve hurt you before. But I guarantee you, I would never break your heart this time. Never”

“Promise?” You removed yourself from his embrace to take a good look at him, your eyes locking with his.

“I promise” He assured. His fingers brushed your hair from your face as he took your face in his hands, finally attaching his lips to yours, only briefly. “I promise to make it up to you. You’re all I’ve ever known, my love - you make me a better man. Everything will be different this time around”

FINE LINE TAG LIST: @rexorangecouny​​ @cedricisnotonfire​​

[set-phasers-to-whump]

there’s (no) tomorrow

prompt: begging

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hey! here is me hurting nick Again...and me writing nick/hank Again...i have a problem lol. anyways i hope you like this :)! (title from afterlife by ingrid michaelson)

One minute, Nick and Hank have just split up to explore two hallways of an abandoned building that seems to be connected to their case; and the next, Nick feels a sharp pain on the back of his skull, and suddenly he’s waking up tied to a chair. 

“Hank?” he calls out, straining against the study ropes holding him in place. 

“I’m here,” Hank replies, from directly behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

“As good as I can be,” Hank says, and Nick can feel him moving, trying to escape his restraints, too - they must be tied up back-to-back. He turns his head as best as he can and confirms this. He also turns just in time to see a man emerge from the shadows, holding a gun. 

“Enough talking,” says the man, stepping closer to Nick and Hank. 

“What do you -”

“I said be quiet, Grimm.”

That’s not good. This guy knows who - what - Nick is, but Nick has never seen him before in his life.

“Now. I think I’m going to kill you.”

“Isn’t that a little -” Hank starts, but he’s cut off by their captor reminding him that he’d said to shut up. 

“Quiet, whoever you are. I’m killing you, and there’s no point in arguing.”

This statement makes Nick downright angry. This man doesn’t even know who Hank is but wants to kill him, and won’t bother saying why. Nick can guess that it has something to do with the murder they’re investigating, but whoever he is, he hadn’t even been on their radar, so there’s very little leverage here. 

“Why are you going to kill us?” he asks.

“You think you can convince me not to?”

“There’s always a compromise,” Hank offers. “You don’t have to kill anyone.”

“Yes, I do.”

The gun clicks, and Nick hears Hank take a sharp breath in. He pictures the gun pressing against Hank’s forehead and is about to offer up anything that this guy wants when suddenly the man is in front of him, pressing the gun into his forehead. Nick looks right into his eyes as the cold metal digs into his skin, but there’s nothing there. And then the man steps away, fiddling with the trigger. 

“I’m going to enjoy hurting you,” he says, and he steps out of Nick’s line of view, presumably straight into Hank’s. “I’m going to shoot you, over and over, starting at the feet and making it all the way up to your head. I’m going to kill you and I’m going to make it hurt and the Grimm can’t do anything about it.”

Nick pulls harder still at the ropes, feels them dig into and cut his wrists and ankles, but they don’t budge. He hears the gun’s safety click on and off and on and off again and he has to do something, so he asks, “what about me?” 

“What about you?”

“Aren’t you going to kill me too?” Their captor hasn’t actually said what he intends to do with Nick. Maybe he can bargain here...maybe this guy wants him, for some reason. It would make sense. He knows Nick’s a Grimm, after all. Maybe he wants something from Nick badly enough that he’ll let Hank go to get it.

“Nick!” Hank whispers, alarmed. Nick ignores him. He can’t do this, not now. 

“Why would I do that?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Not particularly.” Well, if he doesn’t want to kill Nick, maybe he’ll want to hurt him, at least. Hurt him and let Hank go. 

“Look, you don’t even know who he is. I’m the Grimm. I’m who you want to hurt. So just let him go. Let him go and you can do whatever you want with me.”

“I don’t think I will.”

This man is evidently dead set on killing Hank and leaving Nick alive. But he can’t kill Hank, he can’t. He can’t kill Hank. So Nick begs.

“Please. Kill me instead, or hurt me, or do whatever you want with me. But let him go, he didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t want anything with him.” 

“No, stop, hold on, I'm sure we can reach some kind of agreement,” Hank insists, and then there’s a sort of smacking sound, metal hitting flesh, and their captor says, “don’t you talk,” and Hank makes a sort of angry and indignant sound but doesn’t say anything more. 

Something is telling Nick that this is hopeless. That the only way this ends is with Hank dead and him not able to do anything about it. But he can’t...he can’t live a life after that. He can’t get Hank killed. So he keeps pleading, growing more and more desperate.

“Please, you don’t need to kill him, he didn’t do anything to you, I brought him into this, if you want someone dead you should kill me. Please don’t kill him.” Because Hank is so good and he doesn’t deserve this…Nick dragged him into the world of a Grimm and put him into danger and Hank came along willingly because he is the best person Nick knows and he’s about to get killed and Nick cannot do anything and he’s almost shouting now, desperate to be heard, listened to, desperate to save Hank because if Hank survives this then everything is okay. 

“Kill. Me,” he insists, and his voice has changed now, a low, dark thing, full of danger and blood. “You don’t want anything from him. He does not deserve what you are going to do to him. I do. So let him go. And take me.”

“Nick, stop.”

“I thought I told you to stop talking,” says their captor. 

“Hank…” Nick says quietly, fading off into silence when he realizes there’s nothing he can say. 

A shot rings out, then, and it feels like Nick's heart has stopped. He can’t breathe and there’s a horrible ringing noise in his ears and then there’s a much, much better noise. 

“Nick?”

“Hank!”

“Shut up, both of you. Now.”

They both fall silent. Nick listens intently, hears Hank breathing, a little too fast but not pained - he hasn’t been shot. And neither has Nick. 

“Now. You bring up some good points, Grimm,” says their captor, and finally, he walks in front of Nick, gun raised. “I would love nothing more than to see your blood spilling across this floor.”

Nick inhales sharply, but nods. He’d rather it be his blood than Hank’s. 

“I want to make you suffer. But you keep saying, ‘kill me, kill me,’ so you want to be killed. And I can’t have you getting anything you want. So I’ll shoot you, and I’ll make it hurt, but I’ll make you live. And then I’ll shoot…Hank, here, and make it hurt, and make him die. And you will live through it.”

“Stop, please -” Nick begs, but then there’s a bang and pain explodes in his torso and it hurts but all he can think of is Hank and did the bullet pass through him and hit Hank too, and is there anything he can do, and he tries to think of something to say but the pain is too much and he can’t think and he can’t speak and there’s blood soaking his clothes and he thinks that maybe he will die anyway, and he hopes he will, because if Hank dies then there is not much of a point to him living, and he closes his eyes but they’re forced back open when Hank says his name. 

“Nick?”

I’m here, I’m alive, Nick thinks, and tries to speak the words. But he still can’t, still can’t…

There’s a sort of scratching and scraping sound and he wonders what it is but doesn’t really care, and then their captor is smiling, and Nick wants to scream at him, but then he says, 

“Hey, what are you doing? How’d you -”

And then Hank is there, running forwards at the man, frayed ropes hanging from his wrists and ankles, and there’s a shot and both of them drop to the ground and Nick watches and tries to pull against the restraints but he’s too weak and there’s too much blood everywhere and he feels lightheaded and he is afraid, and then there’s another gunshot and the movement on the floor stops. He watches, and waits. 

Hank stands up, gun in hand. He’s breathing hard but he’s not bleeding and he’s alive and there is a hole in the head of their captor and he is okay. 

“Nick!”

Hank is in front of him now, hands frantically fumbling with the ropes around his wrists and ankles, and then he’s free and sinking forwards and Hank catches him and for a second just holds him and then pulls away, peeling off his jacket, and says, “sorry,” and then there’s a pressure on Nick’s torso and it hurts and maybe he screams or maybe he whimpers and then Hank is there again and he’s saying something but Nick can’t focus on him enough to understand. God, he’s tired. He closes his eyes and thinks there’s a hand on his face, and then there’s nothing. 

--

He wakes up slowly, like he’s coming out of a thick fog. Everything feels weird and sort of floaty and disconnected and then he opens his eyes and works out why. 

He’s in the hospital and there’s an IV in his arm, which means drugs in his system, hence the floatiness and disconnection. He can feel something on his torso, which, if he’s remembering correctly, is where he’d been shot. He’d been shot, and…

“Hank?”

“I’m here,” comes Hank’s voice, from next to him, and Nick nearly jumps out of the bed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Nick would lie and say that he hadn’t been scared, but the heart monitor attached to his finger says otherwise, so he gives a small shrug. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He turns to look at Hank and smiles at him and repeats what he’d just said. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Hank looks pained, but he says, “I’m glad you’re okay, too. You had me scared for a minute.”

“Sorry,” Nick apologizes. “I won’t do it again.”

“You better not.”

Hank is so close to him right now, just a few inches away from his bed, and he’s smiling, and Nick really wants to kiss him. 

The drugs tell him to go for it, and his common sense tells him to at least ask first. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Hank looks startled for all of a second, then happy, then serious. “Let’s save that for when you’re not high on morphine, okay?”

“Sure,” Nick agrees easily. “I’ll kiss you tomorrow.”

He does. 

aaaaaa thanks for reading this!!!!! ik like nobody ships them and i am sorry to keep writing it but i cannot stop lmao

[betelguwuse]

Having a crisis because I’m questioning if I might be a lesbian. I know it’s common for bi people to have regular crises over whether they might actually be gay or straight, but idk if this is different because 1) this is the first time it’s happened to me since accepting that I was bi 5ish years ago, and 2) I kinda get that compulsory heterosexuality is a thing, so ?????? Have I just been comphet this whole time and it just took me an extra long time to realize I don’t like men at all? Or like am I so far into the radfem rabbit hole that I’m just associating male bodies with danger and subconsciously suppressing attraction for them? Disclaimer: I’m technically not a radfem but I agree with them on a lot of issues and read their stuff a lot.

Kinda maybe NSFW elaboration: I feel like when I was into hentai/doujins during my late teens the idea of dick was appealing enough, especially when attached to a cute submissive guy that was common in the femdom sort of stuff I was into. But growing up and realizing guys aren’t like that (really nobody is lol) and that real life dic pics don’t look like nice attractive drawings, it’s like...did I ever actually like real guys? I still have anime/cartoon guy crushes but does that count if I’m not attracted to real life males? I genuinely don’t know lol. As for women, I def have irl attraction but I feel kinda uncomfortable elaborating on that. I can go into detail about my possible attraction to pp but I draw the line at gay on main. I think that’s what the kids call internalized home of phobia but i don’t really care lol, it’s my sexuality and I’m the only one who can decide what to say about it.

Anyway, regardless of my sexuality I still plan to stay celibate as of now. I just want to figure it out because of the tiny chance that an actual perfect (for me) guy comes along and I think I like him, but then what if when the time comes to do the sex I’m not able to do it?? That wouldn’t be fair to either of us right. Aaaaaa.

[katatty]

Do you have a favourite of Camellia's many lovers or are you equally attached to all those relationships? And for Pleasantview uhh rant a little about Chaz and Juliette? Idk if I'd really call them a "ship" per se but like, the dynamic of the two of them is fascinating to me sfdjgsdfjh - simhealing

Ooooh, Camellia! It’s too early for me to really have made up my mind much about who I think the best match for her is, I do have some thoughts. I can’t see her and Wedge working out longterm, he’s a hopeless romantic and I think they would probably want different things out of a relationship. I’m not super sure about her and Margot either, they have a lot in common and are pretty compatible in theory but, idk, I like Margot with Pyxis so much and was really holding out for them to fall in love, now that they have Camellia is honestly a thorn in my side lmao! She and Orion are fine, I quite like them actually and Camellia lowkey seems like she’s had a crush on him since she was a teenager, she was forever rolling wants for him? It’s cute.

But honestly, I gotta admit, I like her and Seraphina the most! They seem like they are both the types to want to get as much as they can out of life, definitely on the same page relationship-wise. I also just find Camellia’s pseudo-intellectual mannerisms and floral aesthetic contrasts with this bright blue punky alien in a really fun way? But we’ll see! It’s early days still, any of these relationships could suprise me!

Meanwhile aaaaaa Chaz/Juliette is definitely a dymanic/coupling that has thrown me for a loop I am really enjoying, I’m glad you find them interesting too! Juliette imo after Romeo’s death isn’t particularly bothered about romantic loyalty any more, she likes Junior quite a lot but at the end of the day he’s a means to an end and if flirting with other people will win her an advantage she’ll go for it. She has quite the manipulative streak and probably figures Chaz is going to be easy to manipulate.

And maybe that’s the case! But I’m actually not 100% sure, Chaz does have the Criminal Mastermind LTW and I think isn’t totally naive as to what’s really going on. Maybe he’s more of a social climber than he’s letting on and figures the Capps are his ticket to a better life.

Basically they are both using each other a little. There’s definitely a bit of a mutual attraction there, but they only have the one bolt, and I think a lot of their flirting is more smoozing than anything (Chaz did roll the schmoozer trait, which is colouring this interpretation!) I’m really interested to see how it develops.

[leejungchans]

You dont have to post this ask but i tried to remember what was in the 2nd part of my rambling👉👈 And the only thing that i remember and that actually matters from that part is that i read Your "our first snow/delicacy/matters of the heart/the plan/and little rose" couple of times already and i love them and i keep coming back to them cuz they're perfect and flawless and i love DinoxJuliet and i can't wait for more of their content. okay... now i'll go be awkward somewhere else ~ N.

hi n <33 i promise you’re not awkward if that’s of any reassurance 🥺🥺💕 you’re doing just fine and i’m proud of you!!!! aaaaaa i’m so so happy that you enjoyed their content 🤧 not me getting attached to a fictional relationship ahjshwjsj pls ;;;;;;; your support means a whole lot to me and i appreciate it so so much!!! 🤧❤️ i hope you’re doing well and that your day is going great :3