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Fish you are so good at building to me your the Bdubs of people I know
Pheo ;w; ty
#its odd because i generally dislike being compared to hermitcraft members#specifically when its from people who dont know me#because a lot of the time when youre being constantly compared to professional builders it can feel almost shallow as a compliment#because when random people do it theyre looking at your work and turning it into the work of another person#when its a stranger its less about what ive created and more about this other person who i may not even know#but the fact that youve been my friend and mutual for so long changes this#and also the fact that you chose bdubs as your specific link means so much to me#because hes where i get the majority of my technique and ethic from#so the compliment feels deeper#if you had said grian i probably wouldnt have been the same#partially because im pretentious as hell when it comes to him and the fact that he isnt where i draw inspiration from#and the fact that tou specified 'of the people i know' also means a lot to me#because its not putting me on any relative level compared to bdubs its just stating that my style is a sucessful reflection of sorts to his#though obv with his many years and age and technique he can build circles around me#thas not the point#on the other hand of the comparing to hc memebers thing i understand it completely#most people who see my work are very likely ti be in that fandom#and their first impression is often 'hey! this thing reminds me of other thing that i enjoy! it makes me happy!'#which is great but not really the intended purpose of the build you know#im not making it to be like other people im making it for me and to realise my creativity or whatever#i do get annoyed when people compare my jokes or my actions to youtubers though#like no sometimes things happen with unique circumstances and unique jokes#anyway not important at all#um basically pheo; thank you for this compliment it means a lot to me#i just also happen to have spent time exploring my opinions on compliments like this and how i like to be seen as an artist and this#happens to be the perfect example#and the compliment wouldnt have been as meaningful if it was coming from someone other than you#i probably looked way too deep into this but it gave me time to appreciate it#pheostag#fishasks
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I imagine spanking Satoru in my lap while whispering lewd things about him being a pervert while the only thing he can do is sob and bite my shoulder ,bby is so lost in pleasure he wishes to end up as satisfied as his best friend who is laying asleep in front of him but bby is so new he is ashamed of asking so force him into telling what he wants and then like âŠcorruption kink akksnwkaoaoaođđž idkkkk đ«š
hey ...... i'm sorry in advance for this one. i don't fucking know what this is either. also, this ended up being an entirely separate thing from the original satosugu fic & this is just........ afab!satoru getting his cunt slapped raw while suguruâwho's implied to have been fucked by reader earlierâis passed the fuck out. &. i ended up writing this as a teacher!suguru au a.k.a everything goes well au so yeah, don't get confused
despite common first impression, twenty-eight years old gojo "the strongest" satoru had never been touched by anyone before. yes, you heard that right. he was still a virgin; pure and untouched.
before he came to jujutsu techâbefore he left home, before he found out about the world, before he realised that he was practically a damn princess stuck in his towerâsatoru hadn't even thought of the art of carnal pleasure. he had thought it was just something that happened, not something to indulge himself in.
growing up amongst people his age had been an awakening, that was for certain. his hands started wrapping around himself more often, the collar of his shirt caught between his teeth as he stifled the noise escaping his throat. porn became a commodity, and satoru wasn't exactly oblivious to it, he just never had the time or opportunity to try it.
until you.
satoru let loose another sob, tears streaking down his face. his teeth was caught around the meat of your shoulder, and he could barely breathe around it, much less speak coherently. he still whimpered, "too much."
"you wanted this," you reminded him, your voice low and dirty and so, so fucking real that it's driving him insane. nothingânothing, no lewd images or videos or even his own imaginationâcould compare to the feeling of you right now. "you asked me for this, baby."
and you were right. he had asked for this, craving your closeness just as much as he craved the feeling of your hands on him. he had asked you for this, physically and audibly begged you to give him a taste of the things that he had seen and watched all these years.
finally, satoru had thought to himself when he met you properly for the first time. finally, someone who can understand. who can finally give me what i need. it hadn't taken much time before he was on his knees, begging for you to give him everything and so much more. men like gojo satoru didn't make a habit out of begging, but you were an exception amongst many others.
your only response had been a raised, unimpressed eyebrow before you told him that you would consider it. he didn't blame you for it. it wasn't as if your relationship with his own best friend, suguru, was a secret, even if it wasn't official. but satoru had to try.
(and he had asked suguru about it already, kicking at the floorboard underneath him with an out-of-character show of shyness, until suguru had laughed at him, clapped him on the shoulder, and said, "yeah, sure. what's mine is yours and all thatâif you can get him to agree, that is." so.)
but when he had asked you to show him what it meant to feel good hurt during sex, he had never expected you to do this to himâto be so mean and so fucking rough, to be so, so desperately cruel to him in ways that he had never seen you do to anyone else.
fuck, satoru thought dazedly. the positionâhis body bent over your lap, his ass high in the air and his cunt flushes, twitching, and so fucking exposedâhad him distinctly dizzy, his head dropping at an awkward angle on the mattress but he didn't care.
he blinked away the tears in his eyes, but the slumped figure of his best friend's body passed out a behind you on the bed remained blurry. how the fuck do you handle this? he wondered.
he let out another whimper when your hand met the meat of his ass, and he could feel it fucking jiggle. he found it so humiliating, but you must think otherwise because you groped his asscheek with an air of smugness. you pried his ass apart, making him grimace when he felt his slick slide down his thigh, betraying him.
"look at you, baby," you cooed, chuckling to yourself. "you're fucking dripping all over the place. you're so desperate for it, huh? pretty virgin like you probably doesn't even know what it's like to be touched like this."
your voice was a light musing, distinctly distant and almost detached in your amusement, but satoru couldn't help but feel raw all over; an exposed nerve ready to be flayed over an open fire. he was sensitive, each inch of his skin a weakness that leaves him feel vulnerable.
"hurts," satoru croaked out miserably, feeling a bit like a fool for saying it. his words are garbled, slurredâalmost watery in a way satoru hadn't known was possible before.
"hm." your hand left his hand, making a whine escape the back of satoru's throat. his voice returned to something subdued, something calmer, when he realised that you're simply moving to rest your hand on the small of his back.
"i suppose i can give you mercy," you said, your voice a low drawl that sent goosebumps racing along his skin. "just this once."
satoru couldn't help the whimper that escaped him. even through the heavy haze in his mind, he knew that he couldn't have this without a price. you always demanded an equal pay be returned for the price of your kindness. he had watched you wring dry orgasm after orgasm out of suguru, even when his best friend's body was limp, practically motionless save for the overstimulated twitches and the sobs that escaped suguru's throat, all in exchange for having satoru there with them tonight.
you must notice the sudden shift in his attitude, the way his ass was wriggling in the air almost desperately, because you snickered and your hand pressed him down harder against your lap. fuck, he thinks, feeling himself dripping all over the place at the feeling of you.
"how about this," you offered. "five more spankings, and i want you to count. if you miss one, we'll start over." your hand caressed the swell of his ass, your movements gentle as you soothed the spank marks you had left there earlier.
as much as satoru knew he shouldn't believe you, he still couldn't help the way he sniffled at the feeling and asked, "promise?"
you chuckled, the sound soft. your lips met the skin on his back, right over his spine. "sure, baby," you said. "i promise. just five more, okay? you'll be a good boy, won't you, satoru? you'll stay still for me?"
satoru nodded eagerly, chewing at this lower lip at the sound of your praise. good boy. yes, he could be your good boy. he would always be your good boy.
although he couldn't see it, he knew your smile was there when you said, "good. don't forget to count, okay, baby?" which, really, should have been the first sign of something dangerous looming.
the sound of your hand slapping his skin was promptly followed by a fucking howl that was stripped out of his throat; loud and jagged and surprised and so fucked over that satoru's head throbbed with it.
because jesus motherfucking fuck, you just slapped his cunt.
"count, baby."
satoru could barely even think past the static ringing in his air, stuffing his brain full with cloth, but he thought he might have choked out a whimpering, "one."
your hand moved once again to his cunt, he motion gentler this time. you didn't spank him again but rather, you spread his legs, exposing more of his cunt, and he whimpers in anticipation.
but your fingers only breach the lips of his cunt, spreading his labia apart to look at the slick already dripping the moment his folds were parted. you cooed at him, and satoru felt himself burning with so much fucking feelings that he couldn't even identify a proper source for it.
holy shit.
"four more," you whispered, your thumb dragging along his slit down to his clit. you rubbed it for a moment, causing satoru to whine at the feeling. "just a bit more, okay, baby?"
he didn't know if he nodded, or if he just lay there across your lapârooted in place and feeling lightheaded, entirely motionlessâbut you must have found something you wanted to see from him because he could feel you moving again.
anticipating what would come after didn't make it any easier to handle.
your palm met the centre of his cunt perfectly, the tips of your fingers catching his clit, and satoru sobbed. "two," he quickly scrambled to rasp out before you could make him repeat it, before you could make him start all over. "two, that'sâ" he catches his breath, tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. "that's two."
"good boy."
another slap, making his back arch and his body squirm away from the sensation. the sound was fucking disgusting, even more so now that the slick accumulating on his cunt had created a pillow for your hand to rest on, creating a loud squelching sound that made satoru's toes curl.
"three," satoru whimpered. "it hurts."
"just two more," you reassured him, your fingers grazing over his entrance but never once dipping inside. fuck. "can you do that for me?"
satoru sniffled, but he nodded. "two more," he repeated.
"good boy."
your next slap came in sharp and quick, and he barely managed to blurt out, "four." before he collapses into sobs. his body is slumped, weak and unable to even twitch.
one more, he thought. just one more.
letting out a ragged breath, satoru's voice bleeds into a high keen when he feels you pull back the hood over his clit, exposing the sensitive nerve. the realisation of what you're about to do strikes him a second, too late.
no, you're going toâ
your entire fucking palm met his exposed clit, sending up a burning sensation across the length of satoru's spine. "five!" satoru shouted, a little desperate, a lot hurt, equal measures of feeling fucked right out of his mind.
"fuck, that's five. that'sâ" he couldn't even finish his sentence, already broken off to sobs and whimpers as his entire fucking body trembles at the feeling of it. fuck. every inch of him felt numb; all of the hurt centred on the feeling of your slap on his clit.
the world is a hazy blur of static and cotton and distance for a long moment. when satoru's world comes back into focus, he's still on your lap, but seated now, positioned in a way that saved his cunt from any accidental stimulation. his mouth parted and drool dripping down the corners of your lips, but your hands are on his his back, keeping him close, and you're murmuring sweet nothings to him.
and he must have done somethingâsomething right, something wrongâbecause he feels himself going weightless and then your lips are brushing over the shell of his ear, and you're telling him, "get your rest, satoru. you deserve it."
oh, satoru thought dazedly, feeling the world drift in and out of motion for a long moment. this is why. because for all your cruelty and all your harshness, you were exceptionally gentle in the aftermath. satoru's vision is blurring around the edges, but he feels you all the sameâwarm and present and there.
"g'night," he thought he might've slurred out.
he might imagine the feeling of your lips on his temple, but he liked to think that it was real all the same.
#gentle ending because i need that sweetness after a rough scene#or something#idk if this is what you wanted or if this makes sense but .#have this#gojo satoru x reader#sub gojo satoru#sub jjk#top reader#male reader#dom reader#( thirsts. )#( asks. )
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Okay but could u write something fluffy with soap. Tbh I feel like he'd be the best friend to lovers kinda thing.
AND YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT i love friends to lovers so much guys u don't understand :(
also, i realize now that this isn't super fluff-heavy!! apologies </3 i got carried away.
johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader
warnings: horrid scottish slang from a non-scot (i am sincerely sorry), my writing from 2 am on three hours of sleep (also sincerely sorry)
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-best friend to lovers with soap except there wasn't really a specific moment you two become each other's. it just... kind of happened.
-growing up with him and supporting his dreams to be a soldier while he supported yours. the first time he came back from a mission, you were the first person he wanted to see once he was allowed back home.
-you used to fuss over any injuries he got from being himself as a little kid, and the worry only heightened when he'd come back from missions with real wounds.
-his mom would always have a cheeky smile seeing you two together. she never said it, but it was always hinted in the way she acted. she was always talking to johnny about how you were such an impressive and loyal young person, often doting on you and insisting you stay for dinner (which, of course, you couldn't refuse).
-the first time johnny started dating someone, it was hard for you to deal with, but it got easier the more it happened.
-what you didn't know was johnny would take it even worse whenever you told him you started dating someone. he'd act all proud and protective in a brotherly fashion, but behind closed doors he was scowling to himself without knowing why.
-one day, you're visiting him in his apartment after he had been away for a few months. you're strangely more subdued than usual, and of course he notices.
-"hey," he calls to you softly, a strange contrast to his usual loud self. "what's wrong?"
-"nothing, don't worry about it," you reassure him, fiddling with the little plushie he got you from his travels--one of the many trinkets he's gotten for you. he always says it's to make up for the fact that he won't be there to bother you in person, but it's actually because every precious little thing he sees reminds him of you.
-"ah ken you're lying," he tells you in a warning tone.
-"i got broken up with, is all," you admit, turning your head away from him.
-"what?" he booms incredulously. how could anyone leave you? "is he insane? after getting an apartment together?"
-"there was this girl from his work and, well, i don't know," you shrugged, fighting back the tears you thought had dried days ago. "he wants the apartment. i mean, he did pay for more of it so-"
-"come live with me."
-it was your turn to be in disbelief, turning your head to face him with a confused look on your face.
-"what?"
-"th' place is empty with me at work. no rent, 's away from yer stupid ex, and ye get to be around me," he added jokingly. you rolled your eyes, but how could you not take him up on his offer?
-from then on, you're living with your best friend and taking care of the place while he's away. if you're staying rent-free, the least you could do was try and be as neat as possible (he insisted it was okay with the place looked like it was lived in, but you refused).
-when he'd come back from his missions, he'd still shower you in little gifts he'd get along the way when possible. you always tried to have some kind of meal ready for him, too.
-"you're always cooking for us, a'm feeling like i should do it sometime," he says, already knowing the answer to that proposal.
-"absolutely not." (the one time you let him cook was when you were both in college. he caught a pan on fire, somehow.)
-"you hurt me!"
-"oh, please."
-eventually, the routine becomes more and more domestic to the two of you. soap's mother always calls out how you two are living like a married couple, but the both of you just laugh it off like neither of you have noticed.
-you eventually notice changes in johnny's gifts. it went from gag gifts and plushies to little pieces of jewelry or intricate pens. sometimes you even think you catch him staring at you, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. he hasn't mentioned being interested in anyone in a while, either.
-it all comes to a head when johnny doesn't come home the day he said he would. sure, it happened at times, but this was the longest amount of time he's been late.
-eventually, he finally walks through the door with too many injuries, a bruise on his lip, and walking with a rough limp.
-you tend to him immediately, of course, interrogating him on what his doctor told him he should do to take care of his healing wounds. the rest of the night goes just like how the others have gone, with you making sure he's fed, warm, and resting.
-by the time you're closing his window for him, you're absolutely exhausted. you had barely gotten any sleep because of johnny's delayed return. normally, you would've let him do more for himself, but the extent of his injuries was worrying you.
-"ye ken am alright, aye?" he asks you in that low, rich voice, searching your eyes for something other than worry and sleepiness. he's sitting up in his bed by the time you walk back to him (despite the fact that you told him to lay down).
-"you're injured. you came home late."
-"what? ye have no faith in me?" he mocks hurt, trying to put a smile on your face or at least get an exhale of amusement out of you, but you weren't in the mood. he could tell by the way you didn't respond and the permanent but subtle frown on your face.
-"i know you're good at your job, johnny," you finally say, ready to call it a night.
-"good. then ye know i'll always come back home to ye, aye?"
-you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, too tired to overthink about what he just said.
-"come here," he orders quietly, reaching out to you.
-gently, he coaxes you into laying next to him. the last time you ever slept in the same bed as johnny was when you two were kids. you were having a sleepover at his house with you in his bed and him on a spare mattress. you had a nightmare so bad it woke johnny up, but instead of brushing it off and making a joke of it, he jumped into bed with you and hugged you protectively. he said it was a good way to train for becoming a soldier, and you couldn't help but snort with laughter.
-just like back then, you had an easy time falling asleep in his arms, now.
-you woke up that morning well-rested and still encased in johnny's arms, which was impressive considering the fact that most times he sleeps in a position that looks like he flung himself across the bed.
-when he wakes up, you sit up with the intention getting breakfast up and running, but johnny doesn't like that idea.
-"johnny, it's almost eleven. we have to eat something," you chide, trying to get out of his impossibly strong grasp.
-"ye get all sad when am gone but yer trying to leave, now?"
-"well, i suppose if you're well enough to joke, you're well enough to clean the rest of the house and cook, yeah?"
-he lets go of you immediately in a comical fashion, and you have to catch yourself as you hurl out of bed from the built momentum of your escape. you look back at him with a seriously? look on your face as he laughs at your near fall.
-"doesn't that hurt?" you question him, remembering the bruise and cut near his lips and throat.
-"maybe a little," he admits. "kiss it better?"
-the grin on his face makes you think he was setting you up for that one. how could he be so confident?
-just like the times when his mother called you two a married couple, you laughed it off and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast.
-that wasn't the only time johnny's behavior changed noticeably. now, his longing stares at you were more blatant than ever. he'd hold you by the waist if he was moving past you and even told someone flirting with him "oh, i've got someone at home," while he was on call with you on the other end.
-what more could you do than accept it? it wasn't like you didn't like it, anyway.
-one night, you're both in the dining room with you standing and him sitting down on a chair. his hands are on your waist with his legs on either side of you as you reapply a band-aid to his temple (something he could very well do on his own, but any excuse to be close to you, right?).
-as you finish putting it on, your attention draws itself to his lip nearly healed. gently ghosting your finger across the barely visible bruise, you murmur, "good to see this one's basically healed."
-"awe, but it isn't," he corrects you, a slight pout on his face.
-"it isn't?"
-"no, still hurts like hell." you should've seen this one coming. "kiss it better?"
-"that's the second time you've asked me," you were rolling your eyes as you withdrew your hand from his face, but he caught your hand in his.
-"am being serious, (n/n), only a kiss'll make it better," he insists, that damn smile back on his face.
-you couldn't help but wonder if he was actually being serious or just pulling your leg.
-"how could you be so sure?" you challenged him.
-"seen it in ma dreams." oh, that was a funny one.
-"you dream about kissing people to heal your wounds?" you ask through the remnants of your laughter, but he's still looking at you with that same far-off smile on his face.
-"no, just of you."
-there's a pause between the two of you as you process what he said.
-"oh."
-he squeezes your hand with an expectant look in his eyes, like he knew you were head over heels just as much as he was for you.
-you cleared your throat and tried to ignore the searing burning in your cheeks. "well, i guess if you dreamt it, it must be true," you tell him.
-he places his unoccupied hand under your chin and guides your face to his, but he doesn't close the gap. it was like he was waiting--making sure you really wanted to go through with this.
-but you do, so you press your lips to his and he lets go of your face to put his palm on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer toward him.
-later that night, when you're back in his arms watching your guys' favorite show and he's calling his mother to tell her the news, you can hear her shrieks of excitement coming through the phone.
-the only thing you don't hear is when she asks, "when's th' wedding?"
-"soon, hopefully," he looks at you leaning against him, head pressed against his shoulder and arm clinging to his like it was meant to be. "but there's no rush. a've waited this long, aye?"
#call of duty imagine#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#cod imagine#call of duty x you#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x you#johnny mactavish imagine#johnny soap mactavish imagine#soap imagine#cod mw x reader#soap x y/n#johnny mactavish x y/n#rarawrites
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Only you: The Chase
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After escaping hydra, you and bucky move to Romania to live your lives in peace, but the universe has other plans
Warnings: None really
a/n: I didn't originally think of making a series, but I had a couple ideas so why not write them down? hope you enjoy my attempt at writing a sequel. thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged the first one. Special thanks to @wintrsoldrluvr and @lanabuckybarnes
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Only you part 1:
Your breathing was ragged as you willed your legs to go faster in the dark. You were running into darkness, but you didn't care, as long as you got away from them.
Scorching red hands grabbed you from behind, their touch burning deep impressions in your skin as they yanked you back. The hands wrapped around your head to keep it still.
Your gaze landed on a familiar chair and your eyes widened with fear as Bucky was brought in, his shoulder length hair barely covering his eyes, which were so empty, completely devoid of any emotion.
They threw him in the chair and machines tortured him, his screams booming in your ears. You cried out for him, you wanted to move, to do anything to help him but the hands firmly gripped you, forcing you to watch as tears pooled in your eyes. The hands slowly suffocated you, breathing was getting harder-
You woke up with a start, gripping the mattress beneath you as you tried to steady your breathing. "Doll?" You shifted to see Bucky, sitting on a chair, with his elbow on the table.
''I'm okay" you replied in a low voice. "Another nightmare?" he asked quietly. You nodded. You both were getting nightmares since moving to Bucky's tiny apartment in Romania 2 years ago. Sleeping beside each other helped, but Bucky often stayed up at night, watching over you while you slept.
Bucky gets up and walks over to you. He lowers himself beside you and takes your hand, gently rubbing the inside of your wrist. You shift closer to him, needing his warmth. He pulls you to his chest, his light blue shirt matching the color of his eyes. You inhale his scent, which instantly calms you. Bucky senses this. "Better?" he murmurs softly. "Loads" you whisper, already feeling a bit drowsy.
"Take a nap" he suggests, his voice low and soothing. "I'll hold you" he tightens his grip slightly and you're encased in his arms as you slowly drift asleep.
You wake up a few hours later, with Bucky still holding you as he slept. You stayed in the same position, listening to his breathing and the rhythmic beating of his heart. He stirred a few minutes, his arms around you loosening.
"Hey" you whisper "sleep well?" "No nightmares" he confirms, his voice raspy. "Same" you smile. Bucky leans back a bit, but his arms are still around you. "I was thinking" he starts. You hum to let him know that you were listening.
"I read somewhere that plums help in remembering things, makes memories last longer." He takes a pause before continuing "Maybe we could go and buy some?" "Sure" you answer "I've never had plums before" He kisses the top of your head "You and me both doll"
After escaping Hydra together, Bucky started remembering parts of his life from the 1940s. He wrote them down in a notebook so he could piece them together and wouldn't forget again. You both visited the Smithsonian, which had information about Bucky during the war. He also read about Steve, who was close to him in the past.
Unlike Bucky, you didn't remember anything about your past, Hydra brainwashed you too hard and broke your mind. You didn't even know your name. Bucky offered to help, but you declined, saying that it would just be a reminder of what Hydra took from you. Your life was with Bucky now, and you were more than happy with it.
A few hours later, you both went to the Street Market to buy some plums. Bucky wore a black cap and a jacket with a brown hoodie. He was wearing a red henley underneath. He always hid his metal arm in public, other than it drawing unwanted attention, he was a little insecure about it. You were the only one who got to see his metal arm, he was comfortable and trusted you with his life.
A sea of deep purple plums were before you. Bucky was beside you, already picking a few. You reached out and grabbed one, feeling the smooth exterior and handing it to Bucky's gloved hand.
"It has spots on it" he observed. "Oh" you frowned, picking another one and inspecting it before showing it to him. "perfect" he smiles. You paid for the plums and both of you stepped on the street. Bucky took a bite out of a plum.
"How is it?" you ask curiously as he finishes eating it. "It's good." he states hesitantly. "But you taste better" he says teasingly, his eyes having a glint of mischievousness as he pulls you closer to him. A blush creeps on your cheeks "Now I'm thinking you had an ulterior motive to buying plums" you mutter.
He suddenly stills beside you, and you gave his arm a slight squeeze. "Everything okay?" "That guy across the street" he whispers "I- I think he recognized us" Your heat skipped a beat. "Should we go and check?" you ask nervously. Bucky moves forward, you following closely behind him.
Before you both could cross the street and reach the guy's shop, the guy bolted from the back. Bucky reached first and glanced at the newspaper on the counter.
You took the newspaper in your hands. The headline in Romanian said: Bombing in Vienna kills 12, including the Ruler of Wakanda, King T'chaka. A suspect was observed at the scene. A blurry shot of Bucky was under it, his face barely visible.
"This isn't true." you say firmly as you slam the paper on the counter "You were here with me this whole time! In Romania!" "You weren't in Germany!" Bucky stayed silent as you defended him. "We should head back to the apartment" you say in a low voice. He gives you a small nod. You both rush back to the apartment, but just as you were about to enter, Bucky steps infront of you. "Somebody's inside" he whispers, his face darkening. "Stay behind me"
He goes inside, his footsteps completely silent. You follow behind and see someone standing near the fridge. Captain America. you realize, the dark blue helmet reminding you of the picture Bucky kept in his notebook.
He turns around and faces you and Bucky, who was still standing infront of you. "Do you know me?" Captain America asks. "You're Steve" Bucky answers, "I read about you in a museum" The Captain places Bucky's notebook on the table. "You're lying" his gaze falls on you. "Who's she?"
Bucky glances at you, his eyes softening before he turns to answer. "Hydra brainwashed her too, but we escaped from them" Steve waits for a moment before speaking "Was that you in Vienna?"
"He wasn't" you answer before Bucky could, and you step beside him. "He was with here with me the whole time." "We don't do that anymore" Bucky finishes. Steve seems convinced. "Well, the people who think that he bombed the Conference are coming here, and they don't plan on taking either of you alive."
Bucky takes off his glove covering his metal hand. "Good strategy" he states in an emotionless voice. "This doesn't have to end in a fight Buck" Steve says. You hear multiple sets of footsteps climbing the floor. "It always ends in a fight" Bucky replies. "You pulled me from the river" Steve says urgently "Why?" "I don't know" Bucky answers "Yes you do" Steve presses firmly.
A grenade is thrown through the window, but Bucky is quick to kick it to Steve, who covers it with his shield, absorbing the impact. Armed Special Forces Soldiers break in through the window with a loud crash. They don't get the chance to fire their weapons as you and Bucky swiftly disarm them and knock them out with a couple of well-placed punches.
"We have to get out of here" Bucky murmurs to you, his breathing slightly heavy. You nod and cross the room and punch through the wooden floor to grab a bag with supplies and few notebooks containing Bucky's writings about his past.
"Let's go" you say, handing him the bag. He straps it to his chest. The door breaks down and more soldiers enter, but you and Bucky leap out the back door and land on the roof of another building. You both start sprinting away from your apartment building.
"SO MUCH FOR LIVING IN PEACE!" you yell while running. Bucky suddenly stumbles forward, causing you to stop running. "What the-" In front of you stood a man covered head to toe in a black suit, his helmet resembling a cat. He lunges forward at Bucky, but you tackle him away, causing you both to fall through the entrance of the tunnel-road.
You fall on your stomach onto the hard concrete, you aren't hurt badly, thanks to the serum. A pair of familiar hands grab you by your waist and help you up. "You okay?" asks Bucky. You nod. "They're still after us". Wasting no time, you both sprinted through the tunnel as cars sped by. A motorcycle was heading your way, threating to collide, but in one swift motion, Bucky grabs it, causing its rider to fall off and replacing himself as its driver. You quickly sat behind Bucky, wrapping your arms around him for support.
The engine roared as you both sped through the dim tunnel. "You know, this isn't how I imagined taking you on a drive" Bucky says with a hint of amusement in his voice as he takes a turn. "We're literally getting chased by a man in a cat suit and this is what you've got to say?"
Your eyes widen as you glance at the rear-view mirror to see the man in the black suit jumping from car to car like a panther, and leaps to your motorcycle, just barely managing to slash the back tire with his claws, sending you and Bucky tumbling to the ground.
The man hovers over Bucky, about to strike, but Captain America jumps forward and throws him back. You and Bucky get up as SUVs pull up and German Police surround you four, pointing guns at your heads.
Captain America stands beside you and Bucky protectively as Iron Patriot flies down, aiming a machine gun at Bucky. "Stand down" he commands "Now" He turns to Steve "Congratulations Cap. You're a criminal"
One of the cops pushes Bucky to the ground to cuff him, and you try to stop him but realize fighting isn't the play here. More chances of getting hurt and therefore reducing the likelihood of escaping. Bucky knows this. 2 cops cuff your hands behind your back and pin you to the ground alongside Bucky.
You shift your head slightly to look at him, your cheek against the cool cement as you gazed into Bucky's eyes. "I made you a promise doll" he whispers so only you could hear. "I'll get us out of here" his eyes burning with fury.
"And I'll tear apart any person who'll try to take you away from me"
#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x you#winter soldier fanfic#captain america#steve rogers
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Hi, I love your Husk work as an overlord. Could I please request a husker x reader when he lost the game to Alastor. Short time after Reader becomes the Cashio Overlord that runs on the cashios that once owned by Husker. One day, the reader came by to see Husk at the hotel. Please and thank you
A/N: im not sure if i understood this well but i hope i wrote it well enough for you to enjoy! also sorry it took so long for me to write i was a bit busy but here it is<33 (and also reader doesnât know about Husk at first :3 )
warnings: swearing,alcohol,bad grammar,mentions of death and bl00d
genre: angst??? and some fluff
ââââââââââFlashback ââââââââââ
You walk to your local bar, you and some guy you met online through a dating app were supposed to meet up there and get to know each other more. You liked the guy, he was nice and showed genuine interest in you, something guys didnât really do that often. You put effort in dressing up today, wearing your best pair of clothes you had and fixing up your hair and just make yourself over all look presentable. âThis guy better not ditch me.â You tell yourself as you look at the time; 7:02pm. You were supposed to meet up at 7 and he was late. âNot the best first impression.â You sigh when you suddenly hear someone yelling your name.
âY/N! Hey itâs me the guy you have been talking to for the past few months? Iâm so sorry I was stuck in traffic and I wouldâve called but I just didnât really think about it in that moment.â He says rubbing his neck nervously and smiles awkwardly. You smile at him and chuckle; âDonât worry about it! Now letâs go have some fun!â You say excitedly and pull him to the bar.
The bar was fairly crowded, something you were expecting since itâs a pretty popular one at that. You order some drinks and take a seat in the corner of a bar. It was loud but you still managed to talk and drink the night away! You drank a bit too much that night and your head started to pound and the last thing you remembered was getting pulled into an alley by the guy and a sharp pain in your chest and blood on your hands.
ââââââââEnd of Flashback ââââââââ
After you fell down to hell you quickly realized your situation and tried your best to not get in anyones way. You kept a low profile and kept your guard up just in case. You come across a casino, an abandoned one at that. You go inside and look at yourself in one of the broken mirrors on the floor. You had poker card symbols under your eyes and on your fingers. Your eyes widen at the sight, you were still wearing the same thing from last night itâs just that you have a big X on your chest. âThat motherfucker killed me.â You say in disbelief, anger slowly bubbling up in you.
That day you went on a rampage. Finding an abandoned angelic spear somewhere in the bar and went fucking nuts. You swore you killed at least a good 250 demons and you kinda discovered some powers. âCool.â You said and smirked. People had been recording you and posting about you online, calling you the âSoul gamblerâ, whatever that means. You slowly learned you killed 2 overlords during your little rampage and they werenât even some random overlords, they were âheavy hittersâ as people liked to call them. People started to fear you, making out the events that happened into something 10x worse. People didnât bother looking your way anymore, wanting to light themselves on fire rather than to look at you.
You renewed the casinos around hell and gained massive amount of territory. People would visit the casinos frequently, it sort of reminded you of the casino from back when you were alive. Many people applied for the job since almost all of the jobs were taken because of hells overpopulation problem. Some old workers that worked at the casino before you renewed them and claimed them as your own started coming in, you hiring them of course since they had experience. You quickly learned there was an Overlord similar to you a few years ago. Unfortunately he lost his power and you learned from a commercial that he is now working at a hotel, Hazbin Hotel to be exact.
You decided to go and visit the hotel one day, wanting to have a chat with the old Overlord. You make yourself look presentable, wanting to look your best since you have a reputation to uphold. You walk to the hotel, people walking by screaming or just run into near by building, âCharming.â You think sarcastically and keep walking to the hotel.
You get to the hotel and look up at it, taking in its looks. It didnât look half bad but it could use some renovation. You walk up the hill and brush yourself off one last time and knock on the big doors. There was silence for a few minutes then you heard commotion and a quiet âcomingâ from behind the closed doors. You wait patiently and hear the door open, seeing the one and only princess of hell. You go to speak but the door shuts right in your face; âWell that was.. something?â You think to yourself raising a brow in the process. The door opens once again, but this time by the radio demon himself, a fellow Overlord you quite liked. He didnât try bothering you at all since you arrived in hell a few years ago and you appreciated that. âSalutations dear! Itâs a pleasure finally meeting you! Quite a pleasure! Come on now, donât just stand there. Come in!â He says stepping aside to let you in. You smile softly at him and thank him, walking into the lobby of the hotel when you suddenly stop dead in your tracks because a spear is suddenly pointed in your face. You smile, summoning your own spear and point it to the girls neck; âI wouldnât try that if I were you. Iâm not an Overlord for nothing.â The girl mumbles something in spanish and walks away, putting her spear away. You sigh and look at the princess of hell. âWell if you guys finished trying to assassinate me, let me introduce myself.â You say and look at everyoneâs expressions. You smirk and continue; âMy name is Y/N, maybe you know me by âSoul gamblerâ ,I mean uh whatever that means.â You shrug and hear a slight chuckle from Alastor and a pink spider demon, you believe his name was Angel Dust, a porn star from Valentinos studio. Poor guy was probably tricked into signing a contract with him.
âWell, I came here to ask about an Overlord that was similair to me. He owned the casinos I now own and I heard he was residing here now?â You say calmly, hoping you can to the right place. You hear slight radio static increase but choose to ignore it. Charlie shrugs, saying she doesnât know of any Overlord being here other than Alastor, but that she hopes you will stay for a bit to see what the hotel is like. You nod in agreement and walk to the spider fellow since he was the only one that looked approachable. You talk for a bit when he suddenly says; âSo um I kinda know something about the Overlord youâre looking for.â He says grabbing your full attention.
âThe Overlord youâre talking about, itâs that bartender over there. You can try talking to him but I wonât guarantee that he wonât push you away.â He says lowering his tone and grabs you back the shoulder to bring you closer. You nod looking over to the bar where a grumpy cat demon sat, drinking some cheap booze. Angel pushes you towards him, giving you a thumbs up before walking away. You glare slightly but take a deep breath and walk towards the bar. His ears perk up at the sudden footsteps and looks your way, sending you slight glare; âIf youâre here to make deals with me you can turn right back around and leave me the hell alone.â He says in an annoyed tone and turns around, his back facing you. You look at him and glare slightly; âWhat is it with you people and interrupting me all of the time? Like jeez let me fucking speak!â You say rolling your eyes and continue; âI donât know what shit you hears about me but I can assure you that I didnât come here to make a deal with you. I just want to talk.â You say sighing, hoping for an answer from the cat demon.
âWhatever letâs just get this over with, what is it?â He says rolling his eyes. You look around and say in a hushed tone; âDo you happen to know anything about the old Overlord that used to own the casinos I own now?â You say and hope you get the truth out of the grumpy ass cat. He looks back at you and curses Angel under his breath, an angered look on his face; âCut the shit I know you know it was me. What do you want?â He says going closer to the counter where you were sitting opposite to him. You sigh; âI donât want to cause any harm, really just a friendly chat. Share experiences you know? Since weâre both kind of similar..?â He looks back at you in disbelief and contemplates what to say. He sighs and pulls out two shot glasses, pouring you one and nods for you to continue. âSooo..â âHusk. The name is Husk.â You smile, asking away and share your experience as on overlord with him. He asks some questions himself, wondering how the casino is doing or if anyone decided to come back there to work. You chat for the rest of the day, others looking at you in awe as theyâve never seen Husk open up to anyone.
After a while you get a bit drunk, talking the poor catâs ear off. He smiles, listening to your stories, commenting on them here and there. After a bit you decide you had enough for the day and that you should get home. Charlie quickly offered you a room for the night, free of charge so you gladly accepted. âHusk go ahead and show them to their room please? I have something important to do!â Charlie yells before running off to who knows where.
Husk sighs but links your arms and walks you to your room. âDonât forget to drink some water.. You know so you donât throw up in the morning.â He says and walks off to his own room. You look at his figure disappearing in the dark of the hallway and enter your room. It was spacious and really nice for a hotel in hell.
You lay down in the bed, kicking your shoes off and hum in satisfaction, falling asleep just after a few seconds of resting on the comfortable bed. The next day you wake up, a slight headache but nothing pain killers couldnât fix. You stretch and go to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and take a quick shower. You saw a new pair of clothes in the bathroom and a little note left by Charlie. You smile and take the clothes, putting them on. It wasnât anything fancy but you liked it. You put on your shoes and fold your dirty clothes neatly on the bed and decide to head down to the lobby. It was around 9:30 ish when you went out so you hoped someone was awake. You head down and to your surprise see that everyone is awake. âGood morning sleepy head! You sure slept for quite some time!â Alastor chirped and grins at you, waving for you to come over.
You sit down next to Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie making breakfast. âSo I saw you talking to Husk last night~â He smirks slightly. You roll your eyes knowing Alastor and Rosie like to gossip, usually during the meeting Carmilla holds once in a while. âYeah? It was just a friendly chat. Sinner to sinner.â You shrug and sip on the coffe Charlie brought with the breakfast. Alastor raises a brow but shrugs and walks off.
You see the car demon from afar. Already sitting at the counter and drinking booze. You smirk and walk over with your coffee in hand and sit down at the bar; âAinât it a bit too soon for you to be drinking?â You tease and eye him and the booze in his hand. He chuckles lowly and smirks; âOnce an alcoholic, always an alcoholic darling, itâs just the way it is.â He says and shrugs his shoulders, taking another swing of his booze. âSleep well? You seemed pretty drunk last night.â He says and eyes your figure. You smile and say; âIâm fine, I handle my alcohol pretty well just a slight headache.â You take the last sip of your coffee and place the mug down.
You look at Husk who seems to be thinking about something before he suddenly speak up; âMaybe we could repeat last night another time? Maybe you could show me what you did with my poor casino?â He teases and smirks. You fake gasp and hold your chest where your sadly dead heart is. âOh I would bet my soul that my version of the casino is so much better than yours was.â
âWeâll see about that Doll~â
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel season 1#alastor#charlie morningstar#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel husk#overlord!husk#overlord husk#overlord#overlords#alastor hazbin hotel#vaggie#hazbin charlie#husker x you#husk x reader#gn reader#reader insert#husk x y/n
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A/N ::: I'm fucking out of gas and runnin' on E when it comes to my TokRev stuff and I'm super sad. So I watched this today and fell in love with it a little bit more. To my besties out there, I'm sorry đđđ for tagging you in something you probably don't even CARE about. But thank you if you read this, anyway. Ilygsm <3
C/W ::: NSFW Headcanons. Just MDNI UNDER THE CUT, please.
Asahi Azumane HCâs
SFW
This man is the type you want to bring home to have dinner with your parents and then throw down on your childhood bed after dessert.
His favorite parts of his body are his eyes and his hands. He says he likes them because they help him win games and they helped him win your heart.
He. Is. Sappy. Fairly often.
His favorite parts of your body are your eyes, lips, hands, ass and thighs. He likes to stare into your eyes and look down at your lips before he kisses you. He likes that he can cover a good portion of your thigh with his hands and leave a huge handprint on your ass when he's in the mood to do so.
He used to sleep on his side until you started sleeping over. Now he sleeps on his back so you can cuddle up next to him under his arm and rest your head on his chest.
Has written you secret poetry. Nothing epic, but just like 5-10 lines about how you remind him of the most beautiful and exotic flower.Â
Secretly hopes you find the stash he has of these papers so he can quit living the lie about how he writes poems for you.Â
L-o-v-e-s it when you let him lay his head on your lap while you're just sitting around watching a movie or at a picnic on the hillside overlooking the city. He says it relaxes him (but if you do it for too long he gets to feelin' it and then is like - "Hey, *raises his eyebrows a couple of times* ... you wanna uh, go for a ride with me?"
Gets along with moms and dads. Moms can't get over how handsome, charming AND nice he is. Dads are always impressed with his professionalism and drive when it comes to practice, game days and his education.
Your friends like him because he treats you like his own private queen. But like, low-key. He doesn't want you to get all arrogant because that's such a gross character trait. He loves you and he lets you know. And that's good enough for you both.
Doesn't love you unconditionally - which is refreshing. It's an equal partnership and you've both never been in something like that before. You both say itâs your first âadultâ relationship with someone else.
NSFW
He's so big that you can actually climb him like a tree (he not only lets you, but encourages it).
Will kiss you so softly and sweetly until he starts to get into it. Then he's a moaning big little mess over/under you - wherever he happens to be at the time.
He likes it when you're on top, though, so he can sorta be face to face with you. He's so damn tall that his head is either banging against the headboard or his feet dangle off the edge of the bed. So if you're on top, then he has all kinds of leisurely positions at his disposal.
His hips are wide and his thighs are too. (But not in a weird way - in a strong fucking hot ass athletic man way)
Likes it when you ride his thighs - doesn't have a preference about which one - is just happy when you're dragging your wet pussy across his muscular leg until you're cumming all over it.
His cock. sigh It's so fucking gorgeous: Cut, 7"L x 2.25"Diameter, goes straight up against his abdomen - has been bigger on occasion, depending on how pent up/turned on he is.
Kisses your neck a lot, whenever, wherever.
Gives you a lot of back hugs when he's horny. He thinks it's funny how his cock presses into your back. Jokes that if you just stood on a stool to do the dishes or cook things, it'd be so much easier to just have you.
Into spanking, but not hurting you. It's more like foreplay for him or in the heat of the moment. He has spanked you harder than at other times, but you never say anything to him about it because you like it and donât want him to stop.
He likes to fuck you after games. Whether he wins or loses. It's just become a sort of tradition.
Blushes when you suck his dick. He thinks it's so lewd and so sexy that he has trouble looking you in the eye but FUCK HE LOVES HOW YOU LOOK WHEN YOU'RE BETWEEN HIS LEGS so he forces himself to maintain eye contact - not for extended periods of time, but throughout. He found it was easier to break up the intensity rather than face it all at once.
Has a breeding kink but doesn't even know what that is/won't admit it. He. Loves. To. Cum. Inside. Of. You. He says things through loosely gritted teeth, "Ohhh yeah? 'M g'na fill y'r cute li'l hole, angel. G'na be so full from this ... mmhm. Geh ready, cum-cummin'!"
Is shy about saying "cunt" and "pussy". You're working on it w/him.
Has cum before from just eating you out. Was NOT embarrassed about it.Â
He likes to watch your pussy twitch after he makes you cum on his tongue.
Likes to tease you about your kinks. He's always like, "Ooooh, you're such a ... s-slut - wanna get fucked by your dad, huh? I knew you were a little dirty brat - you like to take it in all your holes, baby girl?"
Is absolutely ruined and humiliated when you say "Asa," you slap your forehead with the palm of your hand, "NO ONE wants to be fucked by their - oh god. It's 'daddy', ok babe? D-A-D-D-Y."
Vows to never tease you about the filthy shit you like so long as you don't remind him how he said that to you one day.
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@mackenziebrooks (hope it's ok to tag you in this! i think we talked about it at one point, yeah?)
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ah iâm loving your writing~!! i would like to request something where reader is a trainee on a survival show, since swf dancers often become judges, bada being a judge/mentors, and maybe reader gives her secret love letters? or flirts with her off camera because she has a crush. it doesnât havenât to be a whole oneshot or something headcanons would be cool too ! ty~
â To My Secret Admirer
A/N: Hey babe! Thank you for the compliment and the ask đ«¶đœ. I hope youâre doing well. This is like super short and rushed Iâm sorry :(
Warnings: Swearing. Itâs all just fluff.
Bada Lee x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Who am I?â Those were the first thoughts you had when you saw her. She was beautiful. Absolutely fucking captivating. Her tall stature made her seem unapproachable, but Bada was really just a giant puppy. Who were you? A contestant who was hopelessly in love with this woman. You were somebody that couldnât have her, right? You pondered on that thought until you were reminded of the way her face would light up when she found your notes towards her. Your notes, not anybody elseâs. Of course, she didnât actually know it was from you, but letâs be honest. Youâre way too obvious when youâre around her.
Tripping over nothing? Are you serious? Stuttering when youâre trying to impress her? Lord. Even if she was blind with no sense of anybody taking a liking to her, she would still know it was from you. Might as well write your name on them too. It wasnât long until you remembered that did actually know.
The little glances towards you, along with the way sheâd take any chance to be in contact with youâŠit made you keep going. You were glad you did, because you started receiving notes too. They werenât much, but every single word that was written on them really brightened your day.
It would be stuff like âYou look so beautiful today,â or funnier ones like âYour hair looks so good! (Please kiss me)â and âTbh you shouldnât let others perceive you in my honest, humble opinion that is not biased :)â
You especially loved those ones. Communicating through notes was good at first, but you craved her direct attention. You wanted her eyes on you, wanted her to smile while talking to you.
Youâve been recently feeling very courageous, sending more bold things her way. Youâve even left your lipstick mark on your newest letters. You figured since she basically already knew, might as well go up to her.
Your eyes were glued onto her as you walked up, ignoring the conversation sheâs having. Which was a bit rude, but who knows when youâll be this brave again. You took a deep breath as she turned to you, and swallowed harshly.
âH-â Your voice cracked, embarrassing you even further. You both just stared at each other after that, with Bada trying not to laugh and you trying not to run away while looking at her blankly.
You didnât try to speak again, but Bada thankfully spoke up. âHey..â She smirked, holding in her laugh. Your voice was cute, and it still sounded cute with your voice crack. You were adorable. âHowâs your routine going?â She asked, still smiling bright while trying not to laugh.
You swallowed again, threatening whichever higher being that existed to not let you embarrass yourself again. âItâs goodâŠuhm it wouldâve been better if you were there to help..â You coughed awkwardly.
Bada looked at you, slowly letting her smile brighten even more, if that was even possible. âWas that your attempt at flirting?â She said with a giggle.
You just looked at her and pursed your lips. âAnyways..â You said, turning your body around and walking away.
You heard Badaâs laughter behind you as it slowly got louder the closer she got. âDonât run!â More laughter followed. âI thought it was cute, I pinky promise.â She grabbed your arm, turning you around to meet her twinkling eyes. âHow about I teach you some stuff later? My studio is just around the corner.â
You looked up at her, letting a shy smile take over your face. âAre you sure thatâs even allowed? Youâre gonna get me kicked off this thing.â You say jokingly, avoiding her stare.
âI wonât let them. Donât tell anybody butâŠyouâre my favorite.â She leaned in to whisper jokingly, before she giggled.
Swallowing harshly, you finally met her eyes. âOkay..â You mumbled, still a little bit unsure. You felt her pat your head, subtly messing up your hair and running away as you noticed. âHey! Bada??â You yell out, hearing her giggles down the hallway.
Sighing, you fixed your hair as you felt your heartbeat increase. Would she actually take the time out of her day to teach you? Are you guys just going to ignore the fact that youâve been sending letters to each other? You laughed at that, not realizing how weird it sounded out loud.
You sat on the ground next to the set, realizing you donât have her number nor do you have the location of her studio. âAm I a dumbass?â You laughed at yourself, probably looking crazy as hell. You were about to get up and wallow in your self pity as you walked home until you heard a motorcycle in the distance. It rolled up to you before slowly stopping. You were about to tell them to fuck off before they took their helmet off, revealing Bada.
âAre we in a movie?â Was the first thing you said. âThis is the most cliche thing ever.â You continued saying, looking at her in disbelief. Her smile graced her face as she laughed. âJust get on, I promise itâs not that far.â
She handed you a helmet as you looked at her in even more disbelief. âGirlâŠâ You mumbled, putting the helmet on and sitting behind her. She started off going slow before revving her bike and going faster. âHow do you even know my head size? Thatâs very weird of you.â You yelled so she could hear you over the wind.
Silence followed, and you guess she mightâve not heard you. ââŠNext question.â You finally heard her mumble. You laughed, the arms holding her waist securely started to hug her tighter as you rested your head on her back despite the helmet. It was quiet the rest of the way, both of you just basking in the comfort of each other.
It wasnât long before you made it to her studio. She was fast as she got off her bike, taking her helmet off before pulling you off too. You giggled despite yourself, loving how unnecessary that entire act was.
Bada played it cool after that. âYeah Iâm like super strong and stuff. I workout occasionallyâŠyou know.â
You looked at her. So much for playing it cool. You tried really hard to keep in your laugh, your face turning red and your eyes looking anywhere but her.
âInterestingâŠâ You said while giggling subtly. âYeah..â Bada said with an awkward cough. âAnyways, letâs go in.â She hurriedly switched the subject, ushering the both of you inside. Once you both settled your stuff, you looked at each other. âSooooâŠâ You looked around.
Bada looked at you sheepishly, looking kind of guilty. âTo be honest, I only did this so I could spend time with you..â She mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy as she looked around.
Smiling, you sat on the floor facing the mirror. You patted the spot next to you. âSo letâs get to know each other some more..â
Bada giggled again, looking like she just won a million bucks as she sat next to you. The night went on, as the both of you talked about anything. From favorite colors, to wondering if aliens exist, to theories about the multiverse.
âDo you think weâd meet in every universe?â You questioned. Bada looked at you, her eyes sparkling brightly as she took in you, your soulâŠyour existence in her life. âI would hope soâŠI think youâre the only one Iâd want to meet in every universe.â
She held your hand, interlocking your pinkies together as you guys giggle. âYou're actually probably stalking me in every universeâ Bada says jokingly.
You look at her with wide eyes and an offended expression. âWay to ruin the moment dummy..â
A/N: Tony Ann is so perfect to listen to whenever I write. Def check him out
#bada lee#bada x reader#bada lee swf#bada lee x reader#lee bada#bada lee swf2#bada lee fluff#bada lee x fem reader#anon ask#fem!reader
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An Octopus First Impression II
part I
His first proper introduction and your "first" impression
>GN!ReaderxAzul
A/N: This is starting off right where it was finished so please check out part I first to get better context ^3^ And yes, this one is much longer
[disclaimer] A certain someone can't take a damn genuine compliment đ (okay but understandable)
[characters] Azul & a little of a jesting Jade
In all honesty, you knew who Azul was. Who didn't know the dorm leaders when they are the most prominent leading representational figures in each dorm? You've met some of them personally, getting to talk and spend time with them on not so irregular occasions. Sure you see them more than often compared to the others, but it differs and varies. It's usually expected for students to at least show some respect for the dorm leaders, I mean they are dorm leaders for a reason. Yet there really are some arrogant nobodies from time to time and it's only then the wrath of the dorm leader's power and authority gets put into action, reminding everyone just who they are messing with.
Azul was no exception. In your mind, he is a dorm leader, automatically making him more powerful than the average students here and has qualities fitting for this role.
There you sat with the poised man, sitting aside from you on your left as he sat with his back perfectly straight. His posture made you a bit self conscious so you fixed yourself up properly once you realized that your posture wasn't the best against the wooden back of the chair. Just by the way he was sitting and talking, the way he gestured and pointed, everything about him seemed to just radiate professionalism. The way he would explain terms or the events leading up to the main wars, what magic played into what part and so on.
How kind of Azul
Your thoughts are only interrupted for a moment when you think to yourself how kind Azul is, his willingness to help you with your studies. Once that thought is processed in your brain, it then goes back to listening and following along with Azul.
You nod along with his explanations, following where his pointer finger would end up on the pages and his little personal opinions of why things are the way they are.
"Hey Azul? How about we take a break? I feel like I kinda need it" A hand props up on your cheek as your posture goes back into a relaxed curve and your elbow propped on the table and you let out a little sigh. He continues to keep up with his prim sense of etiquette, pushing up the frames of his glasses.
"Why of course. I'm sure going over the material for about almost an hour straight must be daunting and draining for someone such as yourself. Though we'll get back into the lesson once 20 minutes has passed." He flashes a smile your way, a stark contrast to your more drained self.
Perhaps it was because this is the first time you and Azul have ever interacted with one another, but one of your first thoughts is rather if you'd prefer his tutoring or Riddles. As you consider it some more you think as of right now you'd rather stick with Azul because you're pretty sure Riddle is a bit fed up with you right now and you don't want to feel the pricks of the thorns from the rose.
"Hey Azul? Thanks so much for taking the time to help me out. I appreciate it" Clasping your hands as you stretch yourself out, he lets out an affirmation that it was no trouble at all.
There are a diverse set of students here at Night Raven College. To brute strength guys to the most pretty silver tongue guys out there. If it weren't for your careful judgment in knowing when and where to proceed you probably wouldn't have made it this far with your companion Grim by now. Pomifiore is known for its elegance, the dorm based on the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. The students residing there you'll see are full of fair skinned and perfect silky haired individuals, looking as if they are from the richest medieval fairytale books you'd read in dark romance.
You've never got the chance to properly look at Azul, the whole session's main focus being the studying part. So when you come to take in his features, you can't help but to take a moment and stare in awe at how handsome and dashing he was in an unobtrusive manner.
He's so pretty
The way his lips looked plush and prettily pink, is that his natural color? His eyes looked calculative and thinking, yet looking so enchanting. The mole diagonal under his lips, giving it a nice accent. Sure you've seen some fairly good looking people who don't belong in Pomifiore, but his fair clean and glistening skin and his perfect features could fool anyone into believing he was a part of that dorm if he were to wear the uniform. Vil will always be the fairest of them all, but something about Azul enraptured one's heart just as well. The tentacles pull at the heartstrings as it lays there beating in the grotto. His look almost humbling despite his beckoning alluringness, as if it could draw me into the depth of deep waters like a siren calling in passerby sailors.
"Prefect, may I ask why you were watching me during flight class?"
"What?" In real time, despite all these thoughts running in your head you could say that it lasted for only about a minute - which is long enough for him to be aware that you were clearly staring even if you were trying to be discreet about it.
You feel your cheeks turning a warm red, embarrassed by such a blunder. "Oh well, I mean I can't take flying classes so you know, whenever flight class is in session I'm usually in the back doing exercises. And during one of our joint sessions way back I saw a glimpse of you then"
"I see, what a terrible time to see me truly"
"haha, what do you mean? It was pretty f- ahem. I mean, I think despite not being the all time best at wielding the broom, your skills prove enough to pass the class"
"Don't think that I didn't catch what you were going to say '' A little scowl forms on his face and I cant help but to laugh a little instead of feeling intimidated.
"Sorry sorry. But at least you guys can ride the brooms, it looks fun." Your voice sounds a little left behind as you recall the memory. "Being magicless isn't all that great when everyone is in the air and you're the only one on the ground doing sit-ups"
A shiver runs up your spine just thinking back to Vargas impeccable-muscle brained shouts.
"As the kind hearted person I am I can say that I can sympathize with your situation prefect, i'm sure being magicless in an a magic-filled school has it's risks." Azul twists his upper body to face me, sharing indulgence in our conversation. "And as the benevolent man I am, my doors are always open thus you need any sort of assistance, I'd gladly like to help in any way possible"
He places those gloved hands of his on his chest to give off a welcoming presence, a charming smile to top it off.
How generous he is
"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are Azul?"
Now it was Azul's turn to stumble. "What? Are you trying to ma-"
"Look I didn't mean to get you off guard like that, but I think you should just know that. Take my compliment as a thank you for your generosity."
Azul can only give you a suspicious look, as if you had some hidden intent or meaning to those words. His piercing gaze shooting you like a triton. It was a rather sudden change in topic, he cant help but assume something was up.
"You don't have to believe me, I'm just saying you're pretty jeez. Take a compliment will you? It's not everyday you get one"
Clearing his throat he straightened his posture which he didn't even realize faltered.
"Why then, thank you for the compliment, Prefect." Just barely a light hue of peachy pink can be seen on his ears, and you were right. It's not every day he gets compliments. Weird, why wouldn't he? He's so pretty.
Because this is an all boys school full of cocky bastards who can't compliment others genuinely for shit y/n. Of course, an inner sigh comes out.
"Why are you suddenly so awkward now?" A mirthful laughter springing passed my lips.
"I'm not being awkward in the slightest, perhaps you should be better at reading others before deducting a conclusion"
"Someone sounds defensive" You divert your eyes to look up to tone it as indirectness, leaning against the creaking wooden chair.Â
âAnd someone thinks they are being rather cheekyâ
âHaha, no way! It was just a simple compliment. Did you want me to start teasing you instead and genuinely not mean it?â
âIf you think someone such as yourself could tease me then youâd be terribly mistaken. Iâd say youâre acting rather comfortable with me if you can so easily say such a thing.â Tilting his head up as an artful smirk paints his face, perhaps to better describe it better; a machiavellian one as his lips pursue to open to speak. âComfortable enough to even shamelessly stare at me. But I am pleased to know my physical appearance is to your liking, Prefect.â
âI think it's normal to stare at pretty things though.â A lighthearted chuckle fills the air around me and I share a similar smirk to his, only this one was painted as amusement and playfulness. âWere you thinking you had something on your face instead? That would be a little entertaining to see you freak over that, if I were to say.âÂ
He doesn't reciprocate the playfulness however and just shoots back a more stern face. âI see you are feeling rejuvenated enough to want to fool around now, I think thatâs enough break time for you.â Readjusting his position he turns to flip the textbook page over and you canât help but laugh a little.
Heâs kinda funny
Heâs smart
Almost endearing even
With a slight pout and a feigned whine you scoot up your chair to prop yourself better against the material laid table and lean in to ready yourself to listen and follow along with Azul. With your eye going back to their attentiveness on the book, darting back and forth to write and scribble in your notes, next to you a small smile creeps on Azuls lips. His cheeks slightly a little red; itâs shade comparable to one of a watered down crimson sunset sitting on the edge of the sea.Â
Pretty is what they think of me
You can say this study session went well as you both now exit the library, feeling not only drained but confident and pleased to have more self confidence in yourself now. It was not only productive, but you get the impression that your personalities interact with one another well.Â
Azul sees you off, insisting he were to personally escort you back to your dorm but you firmly decline. You deemed that it was already enough that he used up at least 4 hours of his time to use it to tutor you.
âI was born with legs, but not a brain big enough as yours to comprehend all of that material in one go or two. Have a pleasant evening Azul, I greatly appreciate your help,â hugging your textbook and notebook stuffed with writings and notes. You wave him goodbye as you walk off.
They have a better image of me now, good
Azul walks back likewise, in a better mood and his mind more at ease. Not only can he use that study session to pull out some favors from you but he was able to wash away that pathetic self of himself on the broom from your head. Killing two birds with one stone, how easy it was.Â
âHas anyone ever told you how pretty you are Azul?â your words echo like a ripple in his head. On the walk back he can only smile to himself remembering your words of what can be assumed of honesty from the heart and not some simple lip service to butter him up.Â
They are rather interesting. We got along better than I expected
Being able to make the Prefect indebted to him is a big score today, the reason why heâs in such a good mood - is what heâs telling himself. But the overly pleased and delighted air around him tells Jade that there is more to it when Azul begins to share the success of today, arriving back at the chic and sea-themed office.
âYou seem to have enjoyed your time with the Prefect, Azul. Perhaps if you continue to accompany them they may drown you out with compliments and poke holes in your heart.âÂ
Purposely saying that in a way which could be taken in two ways, selectively picking and choosing his words, Jade can only teasingly comment.
âI assure you it was all in my own self interest and benefit Jade. I don't let such words to affect me in such ways,â Azul combats his jesting with a serious look in his eyes. Jade can only chuckle a little, going along with Azulâs words to assure him that he meant no harm and it's back to work after spending so much time neglecting them.Â
âOf course. It would take some time to poke holes in three hearts instead of one after allâ
There you were, lazing on your striped cushioned couch back at the shabby dorm which you can respectively say is your dwelling and your little companions, alongside the ghost who youâve managed to coexist with dwelling there before you. Your notes are put away and neatly tucked in. Residing in the corner of your history notes, a little âheâs kinda cuteâ is scribbled on a random page.
Not like he'll ever know though, right?
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The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black!Reader) Pt. 2
A/N: Hey everyone! Itâs almost twilight season and as a commitment to myself and to you, I will (attempt) to post every Sunday from now until Halloween! Youâve all responded and I have decided to turn this into a multiple part series! Iâm playing a little loose with the blood singer/ mating vampire rules as a fun experiment..  Leave a comment AND follow if youâd like to be tagged going forward. As always like, comment and follow. Let me know what you think! Â
This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..
~Lauren
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Pt. 1
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Imagine being Embryâs imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, youâre always in for an unexpected surprise when youâre around Bella..
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Never were you the adrenaline junkie type. If your two feet were not able to stay on the ground, you did not participate.Â
But damn. You would be lying if you said you didnât enjoy the experience, just a little.
Curse your newfound curiosity.
 Or maybe, being in Jasperâs arms is what made it more enjoyable.
 What the hell? You barely know this pale-ass dude.
 It is when your hair stops moving that you start to tune back into your surroundings. Clinging to Jasper akin to a koala bear, eyes still shut, you meekly ask,Â
 âAre we there yet?âÂ
 âI stopped moving a few minutes ago.â Crap.Â
  Popping one eye open, you see the Cullen house directly in front of you. Looking up at him, you notice he is looking down at you, slightly smirking. Coughing, you signal him to put down. He does, gently and you stand in silence for a moment.Â
 âYou alright? I know reaching high speeds like that can affect humans pretty bad.â No shit sherlock.
  âIâm fine. Thank you for the, um, ride.â You shuffle your feet while studying your now slightly-dirty shoes.
 Then you suddenly remember the potentially dangerous situation youâre in-the anxiety slowly kicking back in. Jasper checks his surroundings, then gestures for you to move up the front porch steps.Â
 âMy pleasure. Letâs get you inside. After you.â
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  Jasper Whitlock was a pale, ex-confederate, undead, man of few words. He has seen mostly wars and death in his human and afterlife. Peace and normalcy was a foreign concept to him, until he ran into Carlisle. He never would have chosen this life for himself, but then again, he never knew his current life was even possible until was in it.
 You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him.Â
 From the day he saw you, he couldnât get you out of his head. At first, it was pure curiosity. You were one of the few interesting humans he had met in his time that actually presented a mental challenge for him.Â
 Although he couldnât directly read minds like his brother, Jasper could easily deduce what people were thinking based on their feelingsâenhanced by his empath abilities, no doubt. When it came to you, however, he could not sense a thing. If he could put a color to every emotion he sensed, yours would always be grey- neutral.Â
 Educated guesses were always made on his part, but you still managed to catch him off guard and did something different. A literal wild card.Â
 The day you were partnered with him on some random school project, he began to notice your intelligence and convictions. He was impressed at your ability to keep Bellaâs dangerous moves in check while keeping your personal boundaries. It reminded him of some of the people in his past he had lost long ago. It was then, you had gained his respect.Â
 Slowly, Bella started bringing you around their house more often. At the time, it was mostly a cover for him and his siblings to investigate newborn activity, especially after one broke into your house. When he was around, outside of class, Jasper kept his distance, mostly for your comfort level.
  Then, he noticed Bellaâs or any humanâs scent did not affect him as much anymore when you were around. After a few times, he realized something peculiar: you were the only human that didnât stir his bloodlust, either.Â
 Miraculously, you actually had seemed to quell it.Â
  It was when Alice and his family confronted him on the possibility of you being his blood singer, he considered that he might have felt something more than just friendly admiration for you. Carlisle let him know only blood singers have this much of an affect on vampires like this.Â
 But Jasper wasnât having any of it.
  At first, he denied it, immensely. Although he was intrigued by you, you didnât seem to have the exact same affect on him the way Bella did with Edward. He had and was more than content with Alice.Â
  He especially didnât think it was possible when he found out Embry had imprinted on you. He had abandoned the idea entirely. Thereâs no way a shifter, let alone their imprint, would have any involvement with the vampires. They were sworn enemies after all.
  So, he did the only thing he could do- kept his distance. The last thing that needed to happen was the pot to be stirred at a time where their alliances were critical. Besides, you seemed happy with Embry. Unlike his brotherâs situation, he didnât want to turn your whole life upside-down for a silly school yard crushâ
 And that was that for him.
  Until Alice told him for the first time that she saw you in his future the day they trained with the wolves. In what capacity, she didnât know. What was certain was that you were going to be involved with the Cullenâs for the foreseeable future, whether anyone wanted or not. She also knew Jasper well enough to know that you meant something to him.Â
  She didnât have to be a clairvoyant to know that.Â
  Regardless, you could not make any decisions until he actually told you. The women were right that it wasnât fair of him to keep everything to himself, especially when that meant putting you in more danger. Blood singer or otherwise, he couldnât subject anyone he cared about to that. Not on his watch.
 It was at that moment, he realized he had feelings for youâthough he hated to admit it.Â
 As you sat in the massive kitchen, the silence became deafening. You could tell he was deep in thought about something and, at first, you thought it was from todayâs events.Â
  Until he looked at you the way he did today.Â
  He was keeping something from you and you were determined to find out what it is.
  Penny for your thoughts? Youâve been quiet the whole way over.â Breaking the silence, you take a sip from your glass of water.Â
 âWell we were running over 70 miles an hour.â You had to keep from facepalming yourself.Â
  âAre you hungry? We have some leftovers from the other day still in the fridge.â He starts to cross the kitchen. You were starving and those leftovers did sound good at the moment, but you were persistent.
  âYes, but you still didnât answer my question.â
  âJust still on guard and keeping an eye out for any newborns is all.â And the lie detector test determined that was BS.Â
  He starts to open the containers when you stop him, placing your hand over his.Â
  âJasper what arenât you telling me? If itâs something about the newborns, you could tell me. At this point, nothing you can tell me will shock me too much.â He sighs.Â
  âNot even if I told you that you are my bloodsinger.â Cue the glass in your hand dropping to the floor.Â
  You and your big ass mouth. You did the only thing you could do at a time like this:
  Freak the hell out.
  âWait a damn minute. How can that be? You already have Alice!âÂ
  âYes, but itâs possible for a vampire to have multiple blood singers in their time as we live wellâforever. Itâs sort of rare but it happens.â Smartass.Â
  âOkay, letâs say I buy that. But Iâm also a shifterâs imprint. How the hell can I also be a vampireâs bloodsinger? Isnât that like impossible?âÂ
  âHonestly, I donât really know. No one really does. Carlisle guesses that the imprint bond could have altered the usual signs of a singer. â Â
  âHow come Alice didnât see it sooner?â
  âMaybe you being an imprint blocked her from seeing your future. Or you could have the same neutralizing affect on her abilities as you do mine. Who knows? What we do know is that she saw you in my future, and as complicated as it sounds, you affect me as Alice did before she was turned. Unfortunately, sheâs never wrong.âÂ
  At this point, youâre pacing back and forth, trying so hard not to lose your shit completely.
  âWhat am I going to do? What happens now?â What about Embry?Â
   It would be just your damn luck as you are just starting to somewhat feel content about your bond with Embry, you now have a tie to not one-- but two creatures of the supernatural.Â
   âHey, hey, hey, he stops you, gently gripping your forearms and turning you around to face him. You didnât even hear him come behind you. Damn vampire stealth.
  âLet me stop you right there. This will be whatever you want it to be-or lack thereof. Although I canât lie and say I donât have feelings for you, I will not push or force anything. Just like anything else, we take it day by day. We will figure it out. I will be right beside you, only if you want me to be, (yn).â He pushes a coily strand behind your ear as you look up at him.Â
  This time you actually get a good look at Jasper. His blonde hair was a bit messy, but framed his sculpted face perfectly. Against his porcelain skin, his eyes almost glowed. You noticed they were a little more gold than usual, most likely from his recent hunt.
 Now by this point, two things were going through your head:
 Good god. This man was fine. Â
 You were in some deep shit.
  A deep, guttural growl snaps you from your trance. Whipping your head around, you see the large, glass pane door, wide open and a familiar native boy standing in front of it. And he is livid.Â
âAnd the pile just got a whole lot deeper.Â
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Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 7
ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES unconventional weapon | magic with a cost / Hoodie Weather
Yuu felt like screaming, but they didn't want to waste their breath.
The inky black monsters that were overrunning the island were relentless. They slid along the rocky terrain with startling speed, resembling more vicious ocean waves than the malicious creeping spirits that possessed them.
With this many, it was difficult to tell them each apart. That made it twice as difficult to dodge their attacks, and strike back at them.
Yuu had never felt more useless or pathetic in this one fight, which was impressive, because this basically happened every fight. Still, there was absolutely no way to fight the monsters through any non-magical means.
A pang of longing went through them. They wished their friends were around. At least it wouldn't have been so bad, if they were all suffering together.
But they were gone. Their friend group had been together when the monsters had struck, and, all of them being lower-level mages, had been unable to effectively counter the sheer number of blot monsters.
Now, Yuu just had Grim, and for once, he wasn't fighting them on who was the real dorm head of Ramshackle.
Speaking of Grim, Yuu was clutching him as they ran to higher ground. They'd tried the roof of Ramshackle, but when it threatened to collapse under the relentless attacks of the monsters, they fled.
Grim was beating back the monsters that got too close as Yuu scrambled up a tall tree. They frantically pulled their phone out of their pocket, hiding themselves in their hoodie to try and heat up a bit.
The air was chilly, and it suited Yuu's resentful mood. As they opened up the groupchat to get an update, they saw everyone's preparations.
Because of the warning that their group had been able to provide, the other dorms had been able to get prepared. A number of them had promised help, but none had arrived before most of their group had been struck down.
Yuu had to admit, they were dealing with a bit of a complex here at Night Raven. It was hard to be so lackluster all the time, and they often felt like they got overlooked whenever something dangerous was happening.
At the same time, it was hard to ask for help. Everyone always gave them a hard time over it, chuckling patronizingly and reminding them, for all their bluster, they were just a "normal human".
Yuu felt like they were being set up to fail, but by who?
"Hey," said Grim, tugging on their sleeve. "Look."
Yuu followed his outstretched paw to see the inky blot monsters down below. To their surprise, they saw the blot monsters struggling against the tree's bark, looking like they were trying to climb up only to slide down.
"Huh," huffed Yuu "The angle's too sharp for them."
The two of them smiled at each other and starting laughing, feeling they'd finally gotten their first big break of the night.
Which is, of course, when something went wrong.
The blot monsters hadn't been able to climb very well, but they had knocked themselves hard enough into the trunk that it had caused the thin branch Grim was on to fail.
"Grim!" Yuu dove as fast as they could to grab him, and while they were able to snatch him out of the air, they also managed to punch his wand out of his grip.
It fell into the writhing mass of ink below, and quickly fell out of Yuu's vision.
The blot monsters were too smart for Yuu, because, upon recognizing their newly-found success, rammed themselves into the tree again.
Yuu grabbed onto the tree, trying to find their balance in the slippery bark.
"What are we gonna do?" yowled Grim.
Yuu knew one thing they could do.
When they'd presented the idea to Malleus, he'd immediately been hostile.
"No, Yuu," he said. "That is not a solution. Your idea is going to get you, as well as a number of others, killed."
"Well, what are your suggestions!?" Yuu had exclaimed. "You're so negative- any idea of mine, you attack!"
"Call me," he'd replied, taking their hands into his, emerald eyes boring into theirs. "No matter what. I'll always hear you."
But Yuu had called and called, and had made a fool out of themselves as their friends fell, one by one, while Malleus was nowhere to be seen.
Yuu didn't know what had really happened to their friends. They didn't know if they were even still recoverable at this point. But Yuu knew that they'd sacrificed themselves for Yuu, and now it was time to make their own sacrifice.
Without letting themselves think about it for another moment, Yuu shrugged off their backpack and scrambled for the little package at the bottom.
They ripped it open and popped it in their mouth, the inky flavor exploding in their mouth, Yuu struggled not to spit it out.
"Yuu!" exclaimed Grim, and they realized they didn't even know if overblotting would work on a magicless human.
They looked up, and as the drops of black ink overtook their vision, they thought they saw a figure standing in the distance, a few paces behind the last blot monsters.
The last thing they saw was Malleus, mouthing "Yuu," before it all went black.
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HEY THERE!!!!
Sooo, I was thinking and wanna know your thoughts about what are genshin men insecure about their bodies? Scars, height, weight, colors, shapes etc etc (sfw and/or nsfw)
What does their s/o unintentionally do that reassures them?
My personal favorites are Tighnari, Kaveh and Diluc. But feel free to choose whoever you want!!!
Thanks a lot!! đ
Oh my goodness this is cute!! Of course I'll do all the boys mentioned<33 spare me for kaveh and tighnari, its my first time writing themđ i hope you enjoy! Short and sweet<33
Cw/tw: nsfw mentions, Scars, trauma, insecurities
Tighnari
- i imagine he has scars left after being struck by lightning, and that he can be self concious of them
- i think he may also sometimes be a little insecure about his height, since he's rather short
- you pressing kisses to the edges of his scars that peek out often remind him that the marks don't bother you
- honestly, i personally think lightning scars are quite pretty, aside from the painful reminder they can serve. If you ever off handedly mention that, perhaps the morning after while tracing them, i think his cheeks would be positively glowing as he processed they didn't impact your view of him
- on his height, I don't think its something that would truly bother him much, but he'd definitely be internally happy about grabbing things from higher shelves for you
- unfortunate side effect if your both short: you now need a tall friend to reach the uppermost cupboards, a foot stool, or just plain not use them
Kaveh
- all i know is that he gives pretty boyfriend vibes
- he might be tall, and buff from swinging around the claymore, but mans enjoys his self-care
-probably a bit insecure about the scars/callouses littering his hands from time spent training
- also from what i know of him, which is VERY little, i get the impression he cares about how others view him, and can be sensitive about his outward appearance
- will be beyond happy to hear any compliments you give him, regardless of if they're about his appearance or something else
- when it comes to you telling him how pretty/attractive he is though, the words soothe any small anxieties he might have about himself
- headcanon that he's rather pale for a sumeru citizen due to him spending so much time indoors drafting blueprints and such, and may also find this to be an insecurity
- it's hard to not quite fit in, i dunno how you would soothe this worry unintentionally but if you reassure him when he voices them, I'm pretty sure you'd be stuck with him forever
Diluc
-another pale boiâą, but this time because he's largely nocturnal
- probably secretly worries he'd intimidate you tbh, like he's rather tall & buff and he knows he can have a grumpy expression unintentionally
-or maybe worry about accidentally hurting you (*cough* trauma *cough*)
- smiles a little whenever you come up excitedly to show him something, you being so happy to seek him out reassures him that no, he didn't scare you (especially not, judging by that flower crown you'd placed on his head once)
- prefers to give compliments imo, but is secretly pleased whenever you voice how attractive/pretty/handsome he is (probably gloats about it a little tbh lol)
#: ÌÌâhead in the cloudsàłàŸàż ËË#genshin impact diluc#genshin impact tighnari#genshin impact kaveh#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#genshin impact fluff#tighnari x reader#kaveh x reader#diluc x reader#tighnari fluff#kaveh fluff#diluc fluff#: ÌÌâlost is a good place to startàłàŸàż ËË
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I feel like the whole "Elwing jumping out with the silmaril due to trauma" explanation doesn't really answer the question about why she and Earendil seemed to just "turn the page" with their kids when they got to Valinor. It's strange to me that when meeting with the Valar and giving them something very important like the silmaril, they didn't try to leverage their position and secure/negotate something for their kids (at least verifying if they're dead or alive, getting an affirmation they'll be safe, or trying to retrieve them) from the gods. It's like they just decided there's nothing more to do here, got immortality, and never looked back since beating Morgoth is the only important issue now. Maybe this is just a narrative hole resulting from Tolkein trying to keep things brief, but it gives me the striking impression that they chose ultimately chose each other over their own kids.
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Iâll admit, Iâm not totally clear with what happened post arrival to Valinor but I do agree. It could explain the initial jump but everything after? Ehhh.
I know they were worried about the twins. But their actions donât really⊠show that.
I guess my only thought is they didnât expect to never come back (a bit of a weak argument imo, itâs pretty clear Valinor is a one way trip) and barely got the Valar to agree to do something in Beleriand. I wonât get into how messed up it is the Valar waited for a stolen silmaril before even considering to help, but maybe because of that they didnât want to push their luck?
But I also know 99.9% of parents still⊠would. Or theyâd at least ensure their kids were safe. If Elwingâs so traumatised by the SoF, youâd think this is the first thing she does. It took time for the Valar to decide, long enough to get over the initial stress and start demanding, even if it was done through EĂ€rendil.
Even if we say they only thought of Morgoth. Iâd think to say âhey I got you this thing, now make sure my kids survive your war against our enemy.â
I donât think it was Tolkienâs intention, and this is partly because heâs brushing over large swathes of plot. But the way things went and nothing really mentioning they thought of their children or regretted what happened to their people doesnât do any favours. It also follows a very Beren and Luthien trend of âchoosing each other against the worldâ (and dooming everyone else in the process.) Which doesnât help either.
And this leads to my issues with EĂ€rendil x Elwing in general.
They remind me of every single couple who werenât ready for marriage, rushing into it with this romanticised idea, and having no idea what to do after. Add kids to the mix and itâs a recipe for disaster. They love them, yes, but they donât know what to do with them when things go wrong.
Especially in this case where Elwing should be expected to rule when her husbandâs away, considering heâs gone so often and for so long. If she was so traumatised and young, why let her get into a marriage which would result in so many responsibilities?
The whole âbut they were in love!â thing has always annoyed me across every fandom Iâve been in đ It seems so selfish to condemn an entire people to an unfit ruler because youâre in love. Itâs selfish to bring in a weak leader when thereâs war constantly at your doorstep. This goes for both EĂ€rendil and Elwing.
Ok sure. This case it was the sons of FĂ«anor. But what would she have done if Morgoth launched an attack? Can anyone honestly tell me sheâd know how to direct and lead people to relative safety? Itâs a pretty basic demand from a ruler in as bad a situation as they were in.
You donât bring a traumatised woman, or even ignoring that, you donât bring a young inexperienced woman, who wonât be able to think clearly or make good decisions when put under pressure.
And if you know youâre traumatised and/or inexperienced you donât agree to the position.
#ITHOF Replies#sorry this got rambly đ#Hope I answered properly anon#feel free to send in another if I didnât#thanks for the ask!!
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Hi!!! Good to see youâre back!! Can you do SBG main six with a S/O that can honestly just kick ass(Barronâs assđ€©) and can just be straight up a badass when needed?
P.S: IF YOU HAVENT YET DRINK WATER OR JUST HYDRATE!!!!
HEY!!! not gonna lie you just made me realize I haven't drank any water today lol- đ I promise I'll drink some right after I post this đ
SBG x badass! reader
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Ashlen - shed be pretty impressed with how easily you can handle yourself and stick up for others and just look so badass all the time no matter what, dosent verbally say it often though
Aiden - would fall in love the very first time he seen you be badass, he wouldn't go a day without at least once telling you how badass you are, also makes up some nickname that's just badass and call you that more then your actual name
Ben - would be impressed and constantly admire you evrytime you do anything bad ass especially if your sticking up for somone he's in love, probably scolds you some times though if you got into a fight or somthing dangerous over all, would patch you up himself
Tyler - probably the reason he fell in love with you, he does love everything about you obviously but he just loves your badass-ness a bit more over all, probably either gets in fights with you or is the one draging you out of it before things are out of hand
Taylor - constantly I mean constantly reminds you how bad ass you are, she thinks your so cool and awesome that you can just handle yourself and look so pretty/handsome the entire time to
Logen - at first he was probably scared of you before you stood up for him and beat Barron's ass (as he deserves) after that he admires you constantly even while you two where dating, does try to make sure you stay out of fights though
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Hope you like it I personally think there all pretty on point for each character have a good day/night!! đ
#school bus graveyard x reader#sbg x reader#tyler hernandez#tyler x reader#aiden clark#aiden x reader#ashlyn banner#ashlyn x reader#ben clark#ben x reader#taylor x reader#taylor hernandez#logen fields#logen x reader#sbg
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Same thing (I don't know if the last one said 'x reader' or '& reader', but the difference is platonic versus romantic, as an fyi)
Rottmnt & female!reader where Y/N has the sort of big-sis presence April has, but she basically adopts everyone she meets, and her thing is to give them nicknames that relate to something they do or reminds her of them (and she gets mad if anyone else uses them). Torts kinda short-circuit the first time she refers to them by the given nicknames, and she doesn't even realize (but when she does, she kinda blows it off)
~Can be Raph x reader also because he would absolutely melt at a s/o as protective over his brothers as he is~
This is definitely not because I often see Raph angst and think "Nooo bubby it's ok!"
Or Donnie is Tinker. Cuz he likes tinkering
Mickey is also bubby but also lil'Mike
Leo is Baby Blue
Don't bully me this is my head it controls me I don't control it
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This is INCREDIBLE Anon! Don't worry, I'm working on your other asks, but this one CALLED to me! (I did make it romantic with Raph, because he is my favorite boy đ.)
RISE BOYS WITH A BIG-SIS READER.
Leo:
Leo adores you.
He loves spending time with you,
And it's kinda a competition between him and Donnie to see who can keep your attention.
Raph is winning by default though.
Leo loves that even though you're like a big sister,
You nowhere near as over bearing as Raph.
But he knows you still worry,
So he trys to tone it down a bit.
He gets so genuinly happy when you laugh at his jokes.
Like he will literally, hug you everytime you laugh.
Without fail it makes his day.
As for his nickname,
He's totally not a supporter.
At least that's what he tells everyone.
"Hey, Baby Blue, help me with these boxes, will ya?"
*Dramatic sigh*
Leo goes to you for advice on things he doesn't want the others to know.
Like if he's nervous about how they'll react to something,
He'll go to you.
Because you don't judge.
You just listen, and once he's done talking,
You'll tell him what you think, and how to go about the situation.
Leo loves you, and the second you stepped into their lives, he dubbed you, "Big Sis (Name)."
Donnie:
Donnie likes having you around.
At first he was kinda apprehensive,
But the minute you took on the role of older sister, his vision kinda changed.
He enjoys spending as much time with you as possible.
Mostly because of how good you are at listening.
Never, not once, have you ever interrupted his rambling, or explainations.
You just sit there, and wait untill he's done to ask questions.
And he loves that.
That's another reason why you're the first to see a newly finished project.
Because every single time, you wait for him to stop talking,
Then you tell him how cool it is, and how proud you are, and ask questions about it.
Ngl,
The first time this happened, he teared up.
But don't worry, they were happy tears.
As for his nickname,
He is not a fan,
He will scoff everytime.
"There you are Tinkerbell! I thought I lost ya."
"Scoff!"
You didn't think I meant an actual scoff did you?
Lol.
You have to try and keep Donnie from doing stupid stuff to test his inventions.
And if you aren't there to prevent the stupidity,
You're always there to bandage him up, and scold him.
But he doesn't mind, he knows it's just because you care.
Mikey:
Mikey absolutly loves you.
Whenever you come to visit,
He'll stop whatever he's doing to give you a hug.
Doesn't matter what it is he's doing,
You will get that hug.
His favorite thing is drawing you pictures.
You have so many, you can barely see your wallpaper anymore.
But who cares?
You probably have the best decorated room in all of New York thanks to those drawings.
Mikey LOVES his nickname.
It makes him feel special.
"Where's my Little Dumpling!"
"That's me! I'm her Little Dumpling!"
Mikey does his best to impress you,
He just wants to make you proud.
So he likes to show off when your around,
And it scares the crap out of you.
Just make sure you don't turn your back for to long,
Because he will accidentally hurt himself.
You have pretty much taken on the role of mother around Mikey.
Raph:
The second, Raph met you he was whipped.
Poor boy short circuted for like a full 5 minutes.
He loves how much you care for his brothers like their your own family.
He thinks it's amazing that someone else can love them like he does.
If they ever stress him out,
He'll talk to you about it because he knows you can relate.
The two of you are pretty much parents to three extremely chaotic children.
Raph loves that you give everyone nicknames,
He thinks it's cute.
He loves his nickname,
And he gives you one of your own.
"Big Red! come help me look for my backpack, I lost it!"
"Sure thing Cutie Pie!"
Raph invites you over as often as possible.
Movie nights,
Just some regular old quality time,
Anything he can do to have you over.
He just loves spending time with you.
You two are always trying keep the younger ones from accidentaly killing themselves.
And it is not an easy feat.
But hey,
You two are trying your best.
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There you go Anon! I hope I wrote this to your liking. It's kinda rushed, but I personally love it.
#tmnt#x reader#tmnt x reader#raphael x reader#rottmnt#rise!raph x reader#donnie x reader#leonardo x reader#leonardo x reader tmnt#rise!donnie x reader
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A lot of people ask me for writing advice, and I often respond with variations of the phrase "read a lot and analyze that writing." But I don't give a lot of examples of what I mean by analyze so, here's a rant about something I liked recently!
Minor spoilers for Paladin's Faith by T Kingfisher below:
I'm rereading [for the 4th time whoops] Paladin's Faith by T Kingfisher, and noticed a very interesting chapter that did some very subtle, but decently heavy lifting for the ensuing plot points.
There is a chapter where Shane, after dealing with regency shenanigans, goes to have a pint of beer with a character who invited him out earlier in the plot. Most of their conversation is meandering and character building: Shane is very obviously starting to fall for his love interest Marguerite, and these little moments start to really ingrain how much he is thinking about her. The character he's drinking with tells his own little anecdotes about falling, and being, in love. During the course of the conversation, very close to the beginning, before the expected pining conversation, the character he's talking to mentions "Hey, sorry the beer here is kinda bad. There is a boatman's strike going on right now."
Because of this big regency gala going on, the boats and ferries are striking for better wages and better treatment. They're sure to get what they want, because at some point, the rich folks on the other side of the river are going to run out of fancy food and wine, but for now, no boats or ferries are allowed to cross the lake.
Shane takes this in stride, decides the beer is fine, and moves on. They talk about love. Shane leaves the bar. On the way back from the bar, Shane is attacked. At this point in the story, the author has established that Shane is here to protect his love interest, and assassins could be coming for her at any time. This is our first instance of violence against the main characters, and it's short and thrilling! Finally some payoff for the undercurrent of danger these courtly scenes have been giving us! And we get to see Shane's skills as a competent protector demonstrated. The scene is short because he's quick and competent, even while drunk. It's planting for later fights, where Shane will eventually be called on to do more impressive things: look at how dangerous our main character is!
Later, shit hits the fan [as these stories go] and Shane and company have to escape from the gala. Once again, Shane's night out for drinks is brought up, this time from Marguerite's perspective. She talks about the fight he got into, how that was probably a test by the people after her to see how she responded, and she failed that test. Now they're going to have to run for it, with enemies on their heels. There's more fight scenes that are intense and thrilling, well set up by Shane's previous fight. He and Wren's efficiency and ability and prowess pull them through spectacularly, and the group makes it all the way down to the docks. It is a fantastic mirror for Shane's night, the author even went out of her way to remind you of it! And then the group is confronted by the fact that there are no boats on the docks.
Oh. Right. The strike.
I really, really love how those two scenes work together, how well they're planted, and how awesome the surprise of the boat strike is buried. When it's presented, it sounds like simple world building. It makes the world feel more alive, gives the characters a reason to complain about the alcohol and start their conversation. The boatmen being on strike is maybe one paragraph, buried in romantic pining, hidden behind a violent attack. Even Shane, who has been reliably giving Marguerite all the insignificant information he learns throughout the mission, forgets to tell her about the strike because he was wounded. And, if you are analyzing a story for story mechanics and plot devices, most people will point to him going for drinks as the vehicle for the Very Important attack scene. Not the Attack Scene as the smokescreen for the Very Important Boat Strike.
This boat strike sets up the rest of the novel. The rest of the characters' journey is dictated by the fact that they couldn't cross the lake to get away, they have to wander out into the wilderness instead. It's almost divine intervention on the plot: they wouldn't reach their goal without it, or if they did, it would've taken much longer. It marks a turning point in the novel, where political intrigue drops off abruptly for the much more action-fantasy second half of the story, and it was buried in one paragraph of text in a chapter with much more interesting things going on. I absolutely adore that execution, especially given both the buried strike point and Shane getting jumped were plot important. Both have payoffs in the same upcoming chapter. But the one you thought would be important has a much smaller ripple on the story than the other. Very good trope finessing and I adore it. Taking notes to use in my own writing.
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Hey my lovelies, â€ïž
I don't know how good this is as I didn't proofread.â€ïžđ«¶đ» Anyways I present to you...
Stucky Fluff Alphabet
Warnings: One small hint of sex
They love everything about you, but they love seeing you train. They love how focused you get.
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
They would love to, but it could be a bit hard with missions.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
I think Steve would normally face you and Bucky would big spoon you. It would change from time to time.
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Old fashioned. Restaurant dates. Picnics on rooftops. But also little things like making dinner together and walks in the park. (Does that count as a date?)
E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)
Bucky: My light
Steve: My angel
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
Well the both liked you from the day they met you. They talked about you together and realized that they both had feelings.
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Steve is normally more gentle than Bucky. They try to be, but it doesn't all ways stay that way.
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
Bucky will hold hands with you tightly whenever possible. Steve would lightly hold and/or run circles on your hand for comfort.
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
They were impressed. You shocked them in the best possible way.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Yes. They both do, even though they know you would never leave them. But normally it happens when a stranger tries to flirt with you.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
How:
You almost always had your arms around each other.
First kiss:
They took you out and explained that they both like you. And then you kissed whoever was nearer to you, before moving on to whoever was next.
L = Love (Who says âI love youâ first?)
Why do I feel like Steve said it first? Like on a date he would suddenly say and surprise Bucky because they hadn't talked about it before. But he would follow soon after and then you would too.
M = Memory (Whatâs their favourite memory together?)
Your first date, it was overly romantic and old-fashioned (in a good way). A picnic, fun, the sunset, jokes, a evening walk, paddling in a river.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
They don't normally, but if they feel like it ... be prepared.
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
Blue đđ©”đ
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Bucky: Doll
Steve: Sweetheart
Sometimes Love or Darling, but not very often.
They still call each other Punk and Buck.
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
Heh. What can I say. They still live with that 40s feeling. (Don't really know the right word to express it) You would sometimes add 40s things to your relationship to change it up a little.
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Hear me out... picnic in the rain. (I know, a lot of picnics) But it's so much fun. You can watch the rain and eat your favorite foods. If you don't feel like it, you bake and/or cuddle in bed.
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
They will do anything and everything to make you feel better.
If you want to cheer them up, cuddles is always an answer. They don't like to show when they are sad, but you learned the signs.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
If you wanted to talk, there was loads of things and you would never run out of words. But silence is nice too.
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
After a mission a bath is always nice. Bath bombs, bath salts, the whole ordeal. Sometimes it would become something more... Cuddles afterwards. At least it was relaxing.
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
They like to show you off to the public, and say you're theirs. PDA!!! Even as small as a forehead kiss.
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
After a date, alone somewhere you all love. They will each have a ring and take turns with a speech.
X = Xylophone (Whatâs their song?)
They love 40s music, but when you showed them this one they were in love...
All of me by John Legend
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
All the time! They both see the three of you living happily together. If they were alone, it will be a topic of discussion.
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
You don't really need one, because you are perfectly happy. It would be a problem when you went on missions.
My first non Stole my heart Stucky fic. I would think this could be linked to the later parts of Stole my heart. (I didn't mean to write it for that, but it kinda fits) đ
Bye đâ€ïž
#stucky#stucky x reader#stucky fluff#fluff alphabet#Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes#bucky#Steve Rogers#fanfiction
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