#anyway the scream I scram

[atelier-rougelian]

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[baileyboo2016]

opinion on hyrule (im so sorry about this i just want to read an entire essay right now)

Hyrule. where do i even begin. he is literally my baby bear my littol cinnamon roll babey boy baby and the sweetest little blorbo around. he is somehow underrated in the lu fandom like what is the reason?? he has the floofiest hair and i want to squish his littol face so bad (/affec) and run my fingers through his floofy hair and pick like little weed flowers from someone’s yard and stick them in his hair so he can twirl with the flower and make a daisy chain because i know he would be good at that. he is a horrible cook but that’s okay because cooking isn’t for everyone! also like you can’t go wrong with a blorbo who can LITERALLY TURN INTO A FAIRY. like COME ON. and he can use his magic to heal people and when he does so his hands GLOW?? like THAT IS SO COOL???? also he is willing to risk his own life to heal another link because he can’t let them suffer knowing he could have helped. like that is a pretty darn good heart you have there, rulie. he went through so much and survived great horrors (i mean he literally has a blood curse) and he still does everything for his family. also any fanfics when he passes out from magic exhaustion and wakes up in another links arms turns me into FERAL WILD CHILD. LIKE WATCH OUT BAILEY JUST READ A RULIE WHUMP FANFIC. also the dynamic between Hyrule and Legend oh my gods i could go on forever. bros will do anything for each other even though when they first met they tried to beat the shit out of each other. like talk about epic character dynamic! rulie is a great explorer even though he gets lost a lot which i don’t blame him for, the woods can get a little confusing sometimes.

TL:DR I LOVE RULIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹

[mrfoox]

Started to play a game with my brother and at one hand i guess it's fun but also its stressful :')

[kirkwhore]

Type O Negative: VIP Treatment

You've been following Type O Negative on tour, and tonight you get luckier than you ever dreamed.

CW: unprotected piv (wrap it before u tap it, friends!), fem!reader, exhibitionism, degradation, overstimulation, dubcon (everyone is drunk), fingering, use of y/n

word count: 1.8k

18+ ONLY (MINORS SCRAM)

You went to the concert knowing in your gut that something about tonight would be different. You’d been following Type O Negative on their tour for the past four months, and you could swear that Peter Steele was singing right to you at every show. You had locked eyes with him several times during “Love You to Death”, and he had actually winked at you during “Be My Druidess.” At least, you thought so.

You were beginning to feel delusional… until he beckoned you toward the stage during their last number. It was like walking through a dream – you felt like you were floating through the crowd, never taking your eyes off of him. Peter met you in the crowd and gently lifted your face with a finger under your chin. He recited the poem in “Haunted” to you alone. You could feel other women glaring daggers at your back, but you didn’t care. Nothing existed outside of him. You felt yourself leaning into him, completely dazed.

He kissed you in front of everyone. There was a hunger behind the kiss that promised more.

Before returning to the stage, he leaned down and spoke softly into your ear.

“Meet me backstage.” Just those three words, but they were enough to send you running through the sea of witnesses to the best night of your life.

You were playing with a strand of your hair nervously when you heard the screams. The show was over. Peter was headed your way at last.

He grabbed your hand without a word and led you back to the green room with the rest of the band.

They all relaxed back on the plush couches while you stood in the doorway, frozen in awe.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he purred.

“Y/n,” you replied, voice trembling. This had to be a fucking dream; there was no way this was actually happening. Right?

“Y/n. What a beautiful name.” The way it rolled off his tongue like velvet made your thighs clench involuntarily. He gestured for you to come closer.

“Come. Sit.” He was pointing at his lap. Your face felt hot and you were embarrassed by the smirks of the other guys, but you complied anyway. Your short skirt didn’t cover your ass when you sat down and you could feel his stiff cock pulsing against the thin fabric of your panties. The wetness pooling between your thighs threatened to stain his pants. With every deep, rumbling laugh, you felt your pussy clenching around nothing, leaving you with a desparate need to be filled up. It was agony to have to sit still for so long, making polite conversation. Peter knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he made every excuse to fidget and press himself into your ass even harder. The more wine you drank, the more confident you felt. You wanted to tease him back, rocking your hips ever so slightly against his length. You felt strong fingers dig into your hips; a hiss of pleasure escaped his lips.

Peter lifted you to your feet.

“Take them off,” he commanded. “Your panties, give them to Kenny.” You could feel the blush creeping up your neck as both humiliation and pleasure fought for dominance in your body.

“I –”

“Is there a problem?” he said, cocking his head to one side.

“N-no,” you stuttered, your heart pounding. You slowly rolled the waistband of your panties down, exposing yourself to Peter as you bent to free them from your legs. He swiped one deft finger between your folds before you could straighten up. A moan bubbled from your throat before you could stop it. The men laughed as you tentatively handed over your underwear.

When you turned back around, you were shocked to find him naked already, beckoning you back over.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me when your back is to them, and do what you’re told. Think you can do that?” It was a simple question but your reply was trapped in your throat.

“You can always back out, you know,” Peter said more softly. “Don’t let me make you feel trapped.” As much stage fright as you were feeling, you realized that you actually wanted them to watch you be used like a useless fucktoy.

“No, I can do this,” you replied, voice trembling again.

“Good girl.” His smile was all the encouragement you needed. “Now, get on your knees. Wanna see how pretty you look gagging on my cock.” He started slow, easing his way between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the head, lapping up the salty pre-cum leaking from his tip. Peter growled and pushed himself deeper, rougher this time. You really did gag then, and tears stung your eyes. That seemed to turn him on more, and he tangled your hair in his fingers, guiding you back and forth as he fucked your face. You could hear skin slapping in the background. The rest of the bandmates were jacking off. Their moans made your pussy clench even harder.

Once he was done making your mascara run in rivers down your cheeks, Peter dragged you to your feet by your hair and spun you to look at the others. He pushed your skirt up and ripped your shirt open, exposing you to them.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” Peter tugged at your nipples hard, pinching them between his fingers, sending a ripple of pleasure and pain through your body. “And so wet for us, too. Such a fucking slut.” He pulled you down onto his lap once more, spreading your legs wide to give the guys a front row seat to your dripping cunt as he fingered you. The sounds that ripped out of you were animalistic and filthy. You would’ve been humiliated if you weren’t so fucking turned on.

Just when you were on the precipice of falling apart, Peter’s relentless assault on your clit stopped abruptly. You whined, wanting to cry at the sudden lack of stimulation. He laughed, watching you thrust your hips against the air pathetically. He forced you to gag on his thick fingers covered in your slick while you watched one of the others masturbate into your panties. Someone had already finished in them. You could see the pearly cum sliding down the gusset.

You were once again lifted to your feet and whirled around to face Peter before he pushed you backwards onto the couch. He climbed on top of you, caging your face in with his bulging forearms.

“I’m gonna make you cum over and over until you can no longer speak, y/n. But only if you keep those beautiful eyes on me, remember?” His pupils were dilated with lust. He looked like a supernatural creature in that moment, more vampire than man. You could only nod. Your heart was in your throat as he leaned down to press passionate kisses into your neck. Your legs were hiked up over his shoulders, and he slowly, slowly pressed his cock into your heat. You had seen that issue of Playgirl, so you knew he was big… but a picture didn’t do it justice. Feeling him stretch you out was a euphoria like no other. It was certainly worth the pain that came with it. Your moans became screams as he hit that spot deep inside that made you see stars. You wanted so badly to close your eyes, but he held your face in one hand and you knew there would be consequences to looking away. He was panting openmouthed over you, and his friends were moaning your name. The sound of Peter’s balls slapping into you and the unholy noise your cunt was making filled the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna -” you tried to warn him, but your senses were leaving you. “fuckfuckFUCK I’m gonna cum,” you spat just before the tightly wound coil deep inside snapped, releasing a flood. That was a first – you’d never squirted before. You squeezed tightly around him, and he grunted out your name before you felt him paint your insides with his cum. You were both a sticky mess but he didn’t stop.

“Want me to make you feel good again, baby?” Peter whispered sweetly like he wasn’t using you for his friends’ amusement. You tried to nod but he held your head in place. “No. Use your words.”

“Yes, yes please,” you whined, bearing down on him in desperation. He turned to his friends and laughed.

“Y/n wants to keep going. You wanna see her tits bounce?” The subsequent wolf whistles gave him his answer. You were a puppet in his arms – pliant, obedient. You let him flip you onto your hands and knees.

“Everyone got a good view?” Peter asked. The enthusiastic cheering was all he needed. He plunged back into you and grabbed your hips for leverage, using you like a fleshlight. Your tits hurt from the force of his thrusts, slapping your chest with every bounce. It wasn’t long before you had your second orgasm. Your body went slack. You were tired, thirsty, and overstimulated. Peter chased his release and came inside again. You tried to remember if you had taken your birth control this morning, but your head was so fuzzy from the wine and the pleasure that you couldn’t even remember your own name.

He moaned again before addressing his audience. “Fuck, she’s so tight. And all mine, too.” All his? Your brain slammed back into reality. Suddenly you felt sober. It was only all you had dreamed of since you were an obsessed teen. You turned to look back at him.

He reached out to stroke your mascara-stained cheek. “You like that? Well, if you keep following us on tour, you can be. But just me and you next time – if you’d prefer.” Before you could reply, he slipped out of you. You eyed the soaked panties that had made their way onto the coffee table. The guys were finished with them. You moved to pull your clothes back on, but Peter’s nimble fingers stopped you.

“You have a good time?”

You answered enthusiastically, wanting to please him enough for him to keep you around.

“We’re not done yet, then. That’s not what I promised – until you can’t speak, remember?” He pulled you back down as the others filed out of the room. Peter laughed as you gave in; it sent a shiver down your spine. On his command, you knelt in front of him.

It was nearly sunrise when the cab pulled up to take you home. You ached all over, but you had never felt more alive – or more giddy – in your life. You had earned that VIP pass, and you intended to use it over and over and over again

[l-in-the-light]

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition Dressrosa (part 6)

Two long posts in one day?? I guess I really wanted to get into "carrying Law like a bag of treasure" mini-arc that badly haha. Love is a hurricane so let's go!

Luffy's back to his "I don't have time for this" antics. He wants to save Torao, there's no time to be idle or to waste, alright!

Luffy's done with being patient and sticking to plans. He was interested in his life to stick to only one plan anyway, which he believes is shattered now. Too bad, Viola. You're just not Law.

Luffy has enough of waiting! Faster, faster! And again, not interested in any other plans, unless they're Law's. (yes, he asks about the plan, but only to complain. He's not gonna listen)

Torao's fine! Luffy looks really happy and he calmed down a bit and does he have a slight blush here or what lol. But like I told you all, he's not interested in listening to plans and idling around. He wants to go, go, go and he isn't even trying to understand what they're waiting for. This is the Luffy we all know, the "before Law" Luffy lol.

To understand why Law says that the alliance is finished, we need to rewind to his fight with Doflamingo. He said that to protect the Strawhats. In case Law gets captured and loses (and he expected to be defeated), cutting his ties with Strawhats should make them all leave the country, right? After all they will have no more business here because the whole alliance was focused on Law's plan, and once that is no longer their business, in Law's mind it means they will leave. After all that's what pirates do. They don't care about countries, old allies etc.

I mean, if it was anyone else than Strawhats, Law would be right, wouldn't he? He just didn't know them well enough yet at this point. He probably thought saving kids at Punk Hazard was just a whim on their part, a precedence, and normally they would only do such things for their friends. And Law isn't their friend, neither is anyone in Dressrosa.

Luffy: Omg Law I missed you so much!

Law: Not this again!

Luffy wastes no time anymore and is so, so happy to be able to rescue Law it's unreal. Meanwhile Law tries to push him away, shocked that he's here.

He tries three different tactics to push Luffy away: 1. You were supposed to take care of the factory, did you do it already? 2. The alliance is no more, scram from here 3. If you rescue me, I will be your enemy!

This is probably The Moment when Trafalgar Law realized Luffy treats him as a friend, someone to risk your life for to help. Law isn't having any of that. Luffy risks his life for friends, and Law wants the exact opposite: protect him no matter what. Those two desires clash here.

Luffy almost fell for it, to be fair. But then decides he will rescue Law no matter what he's saying. He did the same for Ace in Marineford, despite Ace screaming this is not his business, so why would Law's words stop him now?

I love how Luffy calls Law selfish. I mean, he's kinda right about it. Law doesn't take into account Luffy's feelings here. And Luffy also doesn't take Law's feelings into account here. It's a battle of who will rescue the other, lol. They're so hopeless, I swear...

Law's last attempt gets completely ignored. He again is dragged into Luffy's pace here and he knows it. He lost to Luffy, again. Hence why he will allow himself to "get saved" from this moment on, which I think makes Luffy actually happy - after all Ace didn't allow himself to be saved.

And yes, the "I'll kill you" is a lie. All things Ace said at Marineford to keep Luffy away were also lies. Those are all hints for us to connect the dots here. Not that anyone believed Law here anyway lol. There's just no way he would actually harm Luffy after trying to protect him for freaking two arcs now. But he would and will say just about anything, if it has even a slight chance of pushing Luffy away.

Now we have to address the elephant in the room. Does it all mean that Trafalgar Law was suicidal and actually expected Luffy to leave him to die? Well, yes and no. Yes, because he does care for Luffy more than he cares for himself, for multiple reasons (low self-esteem might be one of them actually). Let's not forget Luffy is the life he saved in Marineford. Saving lives means everything to Law.

No, because did you notice Viola magically spawned a key to Law's cuffs? Did you notice how prepared she was in this whole arc, even handing Sanji a map to secret factory, almost like she knew that's exactly the thing they're missing in their plan? Well. I think Law lied and did visit Dressrosa before. And made Viola his secret ally, a great chess piece on the board that's capable of making her own decisions and prepared in case Law needs a backup plan (remember fake cuffs in Punk Hazard? It's the same logic applied here. Law always covers ways to recover from precarious situations/possible emergencies/mistakes). In other words, getting captured by Mingo and rescued with help of his ally, was a part of his backup plan. Yes, he planned his own capture, you heard me right. It wasn't his plan A. Just a backup plan B or C.

You're welcome if that turned your understanding of Dressrosa's plot upside down. I'm always happy to deliver! Oh if you only knew how much of Law's plan was probably obscured from us. Because I don't think Viola is his only secret ally. Ofc you're free not to believe it and just accept the old truth fandom believes in, which is Law being a selfish suicidal idiot. Let's move on for now!

Important to remember: this is Law's narration here. After all he's the only one in this group that knows what Doffy's birdcage is, having experienced it before. He has a clear PTSD moment about it and speaks his actual mind here. Which is him being terrified that innocent people will die, all because Law's plan went to shit. He's most likely already blaming himself for that. This is definitely not the result he wanted, which might be one more reason why his original plan was so indirect in dethroning Doflamingo. He was hoping to avoid stuff like this.

Luffy taking care of Law's sword <3 Busy talking with Zoro over some stuff, meanwhile Law pays attention to Doffy's broadcast, because Luffy doesn't. Those two really fill each other's blank spots, and they do so naturally.

First time Law hears that Luffy is now after Doflamingo. He reacts to it, trying to make Luffy understand that it's a dangerous decision, assuming Luffy is just swayed by emotions.

And their wishes clash again. Law tells Luffy it's better to give it up and scramble. Law no longer tries to push Luffy away, he realizes he lost that battle already. But he's still not giving up on keeping Luffy safe. Ironic, considering he's practically helpless and cuffed here (but the key to the cuffs should be nearby). Just moments ago he clearly regretted the fact innocent people got dragged into this deadly game, but here he is trying to downplay it and even disregard it as not important.

Luffy's not having any of that. Either he heard his regret before and connected the dots, or he still deeply believes Law to be a good person. He expects him to want to help this country too. If Luffy doesn't doubt Law even once, no matter what Law has to say about it, why should we? Luffy's usually the best at reading people, their emotions and judging if they're good people or not. I definitely trust him when he calls someone a good person, and i think you all should as well.

What Luffy and Law are actually communicating here is this:

Law: "This is going too far, we should stop. We might lose our lives here" (as in: I don't want you to lose your life here).

Luffy: "This is no time to be worrying about that! We're already dragged in this!" Or even... "I'm not letting you give up everything just to protect my life! I will carry your wish to save Dressrosa!" (but I doubt Law understands it this way)

Of course Law is taken aback here. He doesn't understand why Luffy is so attached to this country already or why he made his final decision already (and we might also question it with him, because we saw how Luffy respected the plan before! Not even Rebecca or fake peace could sway him! And Law apparently was more aware of it than we expected him to be). It was less than a day. He will find out eventually though, because it will keep bugging him and be constantly on his mind, hence his immediate reaction:

And now he finally gets it. Yep, it was because of food. And it will be because of food again in Wano. It's not the full reason, but oh god it is hilarious. Neverending cycle of suffering for Law continues on.

I guess Luffy's deep interest in Law is reciprocated after all. Law is also unusually interested in things concerning Luffy and stuff about Luffy seems to be always on Law's mind.

Law already knows what's gonna happen, just by hearing "the direct one!!" answer. He still is in disbelief.

Neverneding cycle of suffering. No wonder he becomes a zen monk by Wano.

And it continues. He clearly doesn't enjoy the freestyle jumping off the cliff while being at someone else's mercy or being tossed around. Luckily for him, Luffy holds him tight.

Considering how he was just so heavily manhandled, you can't hold it against Law here that he's kinda petty. Also Luffy's panic is adorable, he's like "oh no, I totally messed it up" which he usually wouldn't care much about, but now he's literally carrying Law with him, so it's no longer about his own safety (he doesn't care) but Law's (he cares about that a lot). And can I just point out since Luffy grabbed Law he never lets him go anymore? Yeah, he loses him occassionally, but never lets Zoro carry him even for a second. Nope, Luffy's gonna carry his own treasure the whole way all up to Mingo's castle and no one's gonna put hands on it!

And I believe this to be the reason. Luffy knows that the whole Doflamingo's Family got a beef with Law, but also normal citizens would be trying to get Law, and Law is still wearing seastone cuffs so can't do much. So Luffy takes it upon himself to take care of him now! And he's so overprotective he won't let anyone else do that!

And again, it's mutual. Law, despite his position, will still fret over Luffy's wellbeing all the time. My god, can they just stop being so obvious? Worry for yourself for once, Law!

He worries and worries some more and doesn't even complain when he lands face first on the ground.

Special mention for Luffy caring about innocent people, because this proves to Law that Luffy actually does care deeply about things like that! By Wano Law will accept it as the truth and Luffy's general MO.

I wonder how it felt when Luffy laughed while holding Law on his arm like that. Law must have felt him laughing through the vibrations in his own body. It's just... so casually intimate between them. Of course Law doesn't miss the chance to actually scold them both, because they do attract unneccessary troubles on them and they're already in bad spot. Law's worrying never ends!

I just wanna point it out: Luffy is falling here, but he still holds Law close, refusing to let him go.

This is here just so you can also stare at both of them lying down at the same time, because that's so rare, whenever Luffy's not on guard, Law usually is, but not here. Here they're just both little sheeps and Zoro has to step up his game instead. Maybe on some subconscious level, Law actually feels safe when Luffy carries him, because he felt safe when Corazon carried him forever ago as well.

I just love how Luffy realizes what Cavendish is up to and rescues Law. And there we go, the infamous "crewmate" debate. Let's start with Luffy. Many people assume Luffy just lied here to protect Torao, because that's the easiest option. But it doesn't take into account Luffy's personality. Luffy never jokes about crewmate's status and if he calls you one, he actually means it (yes, I do believe he tried to seriously recruit zombie tree and Kinemon's legs. He was so deeply disappointed when he found out Kin's legs aren't a seperate entity!). Luffy means every word he said here and he only voices it outloud exactly because it will help keep Cavendish away from Law. And it's not the first time the "nakama" thing is hinted at:

He says it here as well. "My crew's life is more important than flame-flame fruit". But at this point none of the Strawhats is in any immediate danger. Law though, is, indeed.

But when did Luffy start to think of Law as his crewmate? Punk Hazard? Dressrosa after he saw Law being shot? Well, my personal bet is right after Marineford. Because by rescuing him Law proved to Luffy he's a good person. And that's all Luffy needs to want someone as a crewmate. It does help though that he saw Law fight and must consider him really strong.

There's one interesting thing here though. Usually when Luffy declares someone his crewmate/nakama, he would pursue them no matter what. But in Law's case, he just... waits. Seems he wants Law to be the one to make the final decision, and until he does, Luffy will wait for him forever. You think I'm reaching? Watch till we get to Wano haha.

Funny thing is, Zoro caught up on that before Luffy even put it into words. Let's remind ourselves of Zoro's sword languague in Water 7 for a moment:

He explains he doesn't pick sides and he draws his sword a bit and closes it again ("clicking" it) to make the point. He also gives his friends a choice: they need to decide now whether Robin is an enemy or a crewmate (original uses the nakama word). Now fast forward to Dressrosa:

Zoro does the same gesture from Water 7 and it's meant for Law. He's telling him basically the same message here "choose your side, are you with us (nakama) or against us (enemy)." It's right after Luffy and Law quarrel about fleeing or staying and helping the country. Law is also a swordsman, he most likely understood the message, hence his shocked reaction, because he was faced with an ultimatum from Luffy's wingman.

And what's Law's stance on it? He clearly refused there, right? "I'm not!" but that was before he was ready to give his actual answer, so of course he would be mad, he semi-expected this is Luffy deciding things for him. He realizes just a moment later that it's actually not the case and why Luffy said it, hence he shuts up. He shares his final decision only after Zoro leaves to fight Pica and I bet you anything it was on purpose, he was avoiding giving his actual answer in front of the other. Maybe he just thinks Zoro's crazy and might indeed treat him as an enemy as the result... or maybe, just maybe, he is actually torn. I mean, he's allowed to feel confused, he just evolved from a friend to a crewmate in a matter of one hour or less.

Law's hat is on and so is Luffy's, at the exact same time. Shared solidarity <3

Law isn't often taken aback by Luffy, but here he is. I guess it's the first time he sees Luffy so stupidly stubborn over something and the realization hits him like a truck. Yes, Law, Luffy can be just as stubbornly petty as you, are you up for the competition? Seeing your face I would assume that's a "no" haha. He might later on.

Law: Too close! (he's making a very uncomfortable expression and Jeef is leaning all over him).

Luffy: Hands off and get off!!

It looks like Luffy wants to protect Law, but actually I think he's just trying to literally push the guy off so he can win the petty competition of who reaches Doffy first. I'm sure Law appreciated Luffy pushing the guy off.

But it can be also because Luffy wanted Jeef and Abdullah to get away from his treasure that he tugged on Moocy right behind himself lol.

Should we ask ourselves another question? Why is Law allowing himself to be handled this way? There are actually multiple possible reasons for that: 1. He decided that no matter what Luffy wants he will tag along with it, there's no way he's leaving Luffy alone to face Mingo 2. He actually likes being carried around (we have Corazon to thank for that) 3. He's actually too weak in those cuffs to get himself to that palace. Which would explain why he doesn't even try to sit up while on Moocy or why his guard wasn't on around Cavendish, normally he wouldn't allow himself a mistake like that, no matter how much Luffy manhandled him. Though like I said before, I don't exclude "trust" as the partial reason as well. I just don't think it would be enough to make Law stop fretting and worrying.

The love adventures of Luffy carrying Law around will continue in next part!

[bones4thecats]

Hear me out can I please ask for Poseidon and Hades and Buddha and Azusa makami ( romantic)

But how would they react to kianna being dragged Away by ruki because he believes that if he kills her he will become Adam / God

A/N: Apologies @nunezs-stuff, but I do not write for Diabolik Lovers characters anymore. But, I will do the three Record of Ragnarok characters you had requested! Anyways, I hope this is alright, and enjoy!!

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🔱 This Greek God did not want to go out and into the human world at all.

🔱 It took a while, but when he finally agreed to your requests, he had his rules, you couldn’t be to far from him, he didn’t trust humans like you did

🔱 Poseidon had looked away from you for one second, and he heard you scream

🔱 He had immediately turned around and pulled out his trident, charging the male

🔱 Poseidon grabbed you and, thanks to Ruki’s bodily timing, he nearly cut off his arm

🔱 Ruki had spoken about becoming God/Adam with your sacrificial blood

🔱 Your husband’s eyes opened as closed with apathy as Ruki yelled about his ignorance of the opportunity, not knowing he was Poseidon, to driven by his insanity

🔱 Poseidon couldn’t handle his ramblings for very long, so, when you gripped his arm at Ruki’s yelling, he snapped, and in a slip second, Ruki’s head was rolling on the ground and his headless body fell

🔱 You starred as your husband strode back to you and threw you over his shoulder, trident clenched in his right hand as he walked back to the ocean, which wasn’t to far

🔱 Poseidon was not going to let you out of his sight for a while now

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💀 Our local God of the Underworld wasn’t one to leave his castle in Helheim, so it’s surprising you got him out

💀 Hades never really had any need to go out unless it was work related

💀 He had been attending a meeting in one of Zeus’ old temples that Humanity had abandoned centuries ago, and they thankfully hadn’t seem to use as a tourist attraction

💀 You had decided to take a breath outside while your husband and the rest of the Greek Pantheon discussed possible happenings in Valhalla and Helheim

💀 Before he knew it, everyone heard you scream and ran outside, watching a vampire drag you away by your hair, saying how, with your sacrifice, he could be Adam

💀 Hades was pissed, which scared everyone around 

💀 He pulled out his bident and whispered to Zeus that he’d be back

💀 Watching him grab Rulki by the throat and hold his weapon’s blades to his throat was something you never thought you’d see, but it made you happy

💀 He let him off with a stern warning stating this;

“ If you dare attempt to lay a hand on my S/O again, I will make sure you never get a happy ending in Valhalla. Now, scram. “

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🍭 Walking through the Living World was something that Buddha wasn’t to keen on, but he did enjoy taking a stroll through empty fields and forests once and a while

🍭 You and him had been relaxing in the forest when he stood up, saying he would be right back, needing to check out a noise he heard

🍭 He knew you could handle yourself, besides, Humanity hadn’t went this deep into the forest before, so you’d be fine

🍭 Buddha had looked around, suspecting an animal, but found nothing, so he decided to return back to you, but you weren’t there…

🍭 He then snapped his head up and ran as fast as his legs could take him through the woods at the sound of his name being screamed

🍭 When he saw Ruki holding your hands up and binding them to the large metal spike he had planted into the ground

🍭 Buddha launched forward, tackled Ruki and held his six realms staff underneath his jaw, his voice low and very threatening

🍭 Ruki threw himself away when your husband took his staff away from his head, saying he’d be back

🍭 Your husband swore to you from that day beyond, if that impure vampire dared try even thinking about you wrongly, he’d make sure his death was slow and painful

[therealvinelle]

So I just discovered my blog was restricted for a while so my asks weren't going through.

Anyway to reiterate, the evil boops were to honour you and Muffin's decision to punt Emmet and Rosalie to the bear dimension in Last Christmas. The scream I scram when that happened! A development that only truly diabolical minds could come up with. Evil boops be upon ye

(The fic in question.)

Your blog was what?!!! Oh my god. I am so glad you're back!

@theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin had forgotten we did that, as frankly did I. I think it was a spur of the moment decision too, I remember at the time of writing we originally wanted Rosalie to be on her way, just... taking a while... and then several weeks had passed of this competent woman with immense wealth and superpowers failing to get from Monaco to Volterra, and our choices were "She got really caught up writing Strongly Worded Letters and time just sort of flew, you know how it is" or "... bear dimension".

We chose bear dimension.

Thank you for reminding us, I remember it was difficult to write because I was laughing so hard.

[glittergoblinzz]

Heyy! There is so little content for Yuri and when I saw you wrote for him I screamed. I’ve had this scenario in me for a year and have no writing talent so I thought I’d ask you. The f!reader is under Kate and ends up on the mission to get information from Yuri at Arklov. They end up meeting and he’s immediately intrigued. I imagine her as a plus sized American so he’s just like they sent me you🤨!?!? Not mad at it 😏. And he just kinda flirts with her a bit as they talk. Also as a southern woman I think he’d find a southern accent so intriguing and funny! Love your work!

Another Yuri lover?! AND one who also sees Yuri having a thing for American women from the South?! Yes please 🥺🙏 Also thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate 'em

I'm gonna be mixing Reboot and OG Modern Warfare timelines a bit, though. Just a fair warning. We didn't get ANYTHING on Yuri in the reboot except for him being a Colonel in the Russian military so I'm gonna go with him knowing Makarov personally and having worked with him in the past when Makarov was still serving within the Russian military.

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Price and the rest of the team had left for a mission while leaving you behind. Apparently Laswell had specifically requested you for something, and Price agreed to leave you at base for her. You silently prayed that it wasn't just for some paperwork or a little fetch errand as you walked down the halls of the base towards Laswell's office. You stop once you get there, knocking before going in.

"Ya needed me for somethin', Kate?"

Laswell looks up from her paperwork and smiles, gesturing for you to sit in the chair across from her desk.

"Yes, actually. Let me ask you something; How good is your Russian?"

"It's decent. Why?"

"Because. I need you to go meet up with an informant in Russia at the Arklov base. He has information that'll help us with Makarov."

You raise an eyebrow at that. A Russian soldier who had Intel on Makarov and was willing to hand it over to the Americans?

"So ya want me to pose as a Russian soldier to go meet this person, get the Intel from him, and scram?"

Kate nods her head.

"Yes. It's important that we get this Intel as soon as possible, which is why I'm sending you out now. I'd go but the higher ups have me tied up with something at the moment. Nikolai should already have the helicopter ready to go for you."

Laswell then gets up from her desk and walks over to a closet, pulling out a neatly folded up pile of clothing and setting it down on the desk in front of you. It was a Russian soldier uniform.

"These should fit you. Go back to your bunk and get changed, then go find Nikolai and head out. I know you can do this."

You nod and take the uniform before standing up, heading towards the door to leave. You open the door but pause before turning back towards Laswell.

"Kate...Who am I meeting with, anyways?"

She smiles and leans back in her chair.

"You'll be meeting with a man named Yuri Volkov. Don't worry, he isn't a bad man."

. . . .

After a quick change and a long, long helicopter ride later, you finally made it to the Arkov region in Russia. You managed to sneak onto the base and pose as a soldier, grabbing a key card off an unsuspecting before heading into the base.

You sneak into the supply room where you were supposed to meet Yuri in, though when you go in there, there was no one else in the room. For a moment, you thought this was a set up but then a door on the other side of the room opens and in walks a man you figured must have been Yuri. He was tall, had a clean shaved head. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones a bit visible on his thin face and he had dark blue eyes.

The man takes one look at you and his face immediately turns to one of confusion. When he talks, his voice is slightly deep and silky.

"Ты тот, кого послал Первый Наблюдатель? (You're the one who Watcher One sent?)"

He raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down, mentally taking note on how the uniform hugs your curvy body just right. You notice and cross your arms.

"Да. Есть проблемы с этим? (Yes. Got a problem with that?)"

The man's gaze immediately peels away from your body, smirking a little as he walks closer to you and begins circling you.

"Nyet. Not at all. I was just expecting someone else....though I'm not complaining that you were sent instead of Watcher One."

As he circles you, he takes in more of your features. Your plush thighs, your wide hips and the curve of your belly....it stirred something inside him. He stops in front of you and extends his hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you....?"

He pauses, waiting for you to introduce yourself. You uncross your arms and reach your hand out to shake his.

"Just call me Milo."

"Milo?"

"Yeah. Just a nickname tha' boys gave me 'cause I'm always got a can of Milo's on me at base..."

Yuri looks at you as if you suddenly grew two heads, completely dumfounded. You sigh and continue explaining.

"Milo's is a brand of Sweet Tea back in the States. Can't hassle with making my own at base so I just order a crap ton of 'em online and pick 'em up from a store nearby the base on my free time."

Yuri nods as he leans back against the wall behind him. Now that you weren't speaking Russian, your Southern accent was very prominent in your voice again.

"Ahh, so you're a Southern American woman then? I suppose it's true then. You all can't go a day without your tea."

He gives a small chuckle as he takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and opens it, putting a stick in his mouth before lighting it and taking a drag. You roll your eyes and give a small huff.

"I could absolutely go without my darn tea...."

"Apparently not if you're drinking it so often that your comrades felt the need to give you a call sign named after it..."

You shoot Yuri a glare, which in return, he raises his hands up with a smile.

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing. I find it pretty cute....like yourself."

Despite your best efforts, a slight blush does creep across your cheeks as you try to look stern and serious.

"....Whatever. Do you have that Intel or not?"

"Ahh, rushing things are we? Da, I have the Intel right here."

Yuri keeps the lit cigarette between his lips as he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a small USB flashdrive, placing it down on the table.

"It's got everything you need to know on Makarov and those chemicals he's been using in his attacks."

You take the USB, inspecting it before putting it into your pocket.

"How did you even get this information anyhow?"

Yuri visibly tenses, only just slightly, as if recalling a terrible memory, before he relaxes once more and gives a small chuckle, taking the cigarette from his mouth and flicking the ashes away.

"Ah, that's none of your concern at the moment....mm, what do you Americans call the ones you care for? Sweet Peach?"

"Sweet Pea..."

"Ahh, Sweet Pea...thank you."

Yuri smiles as he reaches out and gives one of your plump cheeks a little playful squeeze. Before either of you could say anything, your comms suddenly beep, indicating an incoming transmission. You pull away from Yuri and hit the button of your ear piece.

"Milo....hear me....Milo...."

"Laswell? That you? I can't hear you-"

You cover your other ear to try to hear Laswell better over the static-y comms. Yuri raises an eyebrow as he takes another drag of his cigarette as he watches you.

"Milo....Price couldn't....Missiles....Sarin....Arklov-"

Despite Laswell breaking up, you could easily piece together what she was trying to say. Price wasn't able to stop Makarov from launching the missiles that were carrying the Sarin gas. Your eyes widen as you look to Yuri, who only looks confused.

Before he could ask what's wrong, the sirens start going off. Without thinking twice, Yuri grabbed you and pushed you down, shielding your body with his own right before the missiles struck the base. The explosions shook the entire area, the building shaking and cracking due to the shockwaves from the missiles.

He quickly pulls you back up, making sure you're alright before firmly grabbing your shoulders.

"Unfortunately, Sweet Pea, we can't be seen together. You need to get yourself out of here. If you go down the hall and turn to the left, you'll come across a set of stairs that will lead up to the roof."

"Yeah, but what about you-"

"Don't worry about me. Just get that flashdrive back to your people...."

Yuri smiles, patting your shoulder before planting gentle kisses on both of your cheeks before turning to leave.

"So try not to die....I'd like to see that pretty face again one day....."

Yuri gives you a small wink before leaving, heading into an elevator across the hall. You stand there feeling shocked, confused, and even a bit flustered....but you quickly come back to your senses as you run out the same door Yuri left, heading down the hall like he said before taking a left. Just as he said, you could see a stair well at the end of the hall. Unfortunately for you, the Sarin gas was starting to fill the building.....

You hold your breath and run as fast as you can towards the stairs. By the skin of your teeth, you barely make it to the roof top and see Nikolai in his helicopter hovering at the roof's edge. You run and jump, making it in safely as you stop holding your breath and gasp for air.

As Nikolai takes you back to base, you take a look back and couldn't help but worry a little bit about Yuri. You hope he made it out safely....

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Ahhhh sorry for the wait! College has been kicking my ass 😅 I absolutely love Yuri and had a blast writing this. Here's to hoping Yuri survived in game and we see him in MW4 🙏

[sam24]

Darcy's Chronicles

Summary: Being the school's star football player, everyone knew Steve Rogers. He was kind, funny, handsome, and no doubt absolutely jacked. He basically looked like an angel that fell from heaven . . . that also happened to land directly on top of you, the sport medicine major who was just trying to do her job.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

college au | athlete steve

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GAME 1

You stood on the sideline of the noisy football field, foot tapping and fingers drumming against the water bottle carrier you were assigned to hold. The vibrant energy of the stadium was deafening, and the hollers and screams coming from the stands behind you were enough to make you cringe. 

Your feet ached underneath you, and you shifted your weight onto the other foot, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a major where you could just sit in a damn seat. 

Instead, you were here, standing in the humid night air and handing water bottles to sweaty men wearing shoulder pads. You glanced over longingly behind you at your friends sitting in the bleachers, making a face when Natasha stuck her tongue out at you mockingly.

However, you felt Dr. Cho’s watchful eyes on the back of your head, so you decided to play nice and turn back around towards the game.

Luckily, you had Darcy to keep you company.

“Tell us what you’re thinking, Ms. Future Trainer,” she said as she shoved her microphone into her face. “Are we gonna have any grave injuries to any of our players tonight?”

“Are you suggesting that we’re hoping for grave injuries tonight, Darcy?”

“Stop being a smartass,” Darcy made a face at you. “Just tell us what you think.”

You swatted at the microphone that she was holding way too close to your mouth. “Well, what I think is that Professor Hill sent you to interview the players and the coaches, not me.”

Darcy just waved you off and turned to her cameraman. “She’s just playing hard to get. She loves it when I do this kinda stuff.”

“Love is definitely a stretch, Darcy,” you rolled your eyes. “Now go scram before Dr. Cho catches me slacking off.”

“Calm down, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, Cho’s not even looking.” Darcy flipped her hair over her shoulder and put on her best announcer voice. “Now tell us: I’m sure, being a sports medicine major and a suck up to Dr. Cho, head of the athletic training department, you’ve been taken along to many practices and games this season-”

“This is literally the season’s first game.”

“Whatever, don’t interrupt me.” She looked at her cameraman with a “Can you believe this chick?” look on her face. “Anyways, so, of course, you probably have spent a lot of time with these smoking hot football boys. So, tell the camera with pride, which one of these men would you make out in the locker room with?”

You shot Darcy a look of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

She grinned mischievously, undeterred. “Don’t be shy, Doctor. We all know you’ve been eyeing them like a hawk.”

“Eyeing them is literally in my job description,” you shot back.

“Touché,” she replied with a shrug, but leaned in conspiratorially. Of course, the cameraman leaned in with her. “But seriously, who’s your locker room fantasy?”

You stared at her wordlessly.

“Fine, let's make this easier. I’ll give you some options to choose from.” She didn’t seem to mind the exasperated groan that left your mouth. “Option A: Quarterback Bucky Barnes with the bedroom eyes. Option B: Tight end Thor with those huge fucking shoulders. Option C: Linebacker Captain Blondie-”

Then everything happened at the same time.

Darcy stopped talking, which was very much unlike her, as her eyes widened and she backed away. You noticed the crowd got even louder with chaos, and your ears caught the announcers’ voices before you could turn around to face the game.

“Rogers and Davis fightin’ over that ball-”

“Looks like they’re headed straight for the sideline-”

You started to turn, but before you could think, you were flat on your back, completely crushed underneath a brick wall.

Oh wait.

That was a person.

“Holy Mother of- fuck!” You quite literally saw stars as you grimaced in pain. It felt like a semi truck had run over your ribs. You slowly opened your eyes, finding a blurry sight of people standing around you like you were a patient in a hospital bed waking up after a surgery.

However, the most prominent sight was the concerned face of Steve Rogers inches away from yours, whose helmet was thrown off somewhere to the side.

“Am I dead?” You managed to croak out.

He looked a bit amused at your dramatic question- a little too amused for your liking, considering the fact he had just almost killed you. “Uh, no?”

The two of you just stared at each other until you snapped. “Get off of me, you human wrecking ball!”

You heard Darcy cackle somewhere next to you. “Are you getting all of this, Scott? Don’t you dare turn that camera off.”

You unsuccessfully attempted to push him off before he came to his senses and clambered off of you. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He extended his arm out to help you up.

“Am I okay? Really? Buddy, you just pancaked me into a fucking omelette!” You stubbornly ignored his hand, bringing yourself up to a sitting position with a wince.

Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh at the annoyance painted across your face, but you could see genuine guilt in his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Darcy, unlike Steve, couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh, this is gold! Keep it coming, guys!”

“A ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna unflatten me.”

Steve’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement. “How about multiple sorries?” He pulled his hand back to rest on his hips, realizing you weren’t going to take his help any time soon.

“Real funny.” You rolled your eyes.

He flashed you an apologetic grin, re-extending his hand out to help you up. “You gonna sit around on the ground for the rest of the night or something?”

“Or something.” You nodded with a shrug.

“All right then,” he raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to help you off the ground.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send up a flare,” you deadpanned.

Before he could say anything else, Coach Fury, along with other men in headsets, came up from behind Steve and clapped him on the shoulder, shoving his dropped helmet into his arms. “Enough flirting, Rogers. Get back on that field.”

“We weren’t-” Steve started with a flushed face.

Fury interrupted him as he turned towards you, and you suddenly wished you had taken Steve’s help earlier as Fury eyed you up and down while you sat in the grass, no doubt looking stupid.

“Make sure you're paying attention to the game, Missy. Can’t have Cho’s trainers getting taken out by my boys.”

You nodded quickly in embarrassment, giving Steve the stink eye as soon as Fury stopped eyeing you, though you could still feel Dr. Cho’s amused eyes on you.

The coach shoved him towards the field as Steve looked over his shoulder at you, laughing as you gave him the middle finger with a badly hidden smile. 

GAME 2

“Hey.”

You looked up from the medical kit you were checking over, finding Steve Rogers smiling sheepishly at you, fully suited up and ready for the game, cradling his helmet in his arms.

“Oh, hi there. Are you here to pulverize me again?”

“Not quite,” he grinned, and you tried not to notice how gorgeous his smile was. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was looking for you after that game. Couldn’t find you though.”

“Probably because I had to be airlifted to the hospital after that vicious attack.”

Steve held up his hand in a mock oath. “Won’t do it again. Scout’s honor.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

You decided not to mess around with him, sensing the worry in his voice. “Other than a bruised ego? Nah, I’m okay.”

Steve let out a relieved sigh, and you pretended not to notice the melting of your heart. “Good to hear. And, uh, sorry again.”

You waved it off, looking back down at the medical kit you were working with. “Don’t you have other things to be doing? Like warming up or whatever.”

“Yeah, uh, I probably should get to that,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck as he made no attempt to leave.

You looked up and turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow expectantly at his flushed face. “Can I help you, Rogers?”

“Uh, kinda?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson laughing at their friend, throwing Steve some encouraging thumbs ups.

“What’s with the peanut gallery over there?” You nodded towards his teammates out on the field with a smirk.

“Nothing, uh, they’re just being annoying.” Steve glared at Bucky and Sam before turning back to you. “I just wanted to ask you if uh, you-”

“Could fill up your water bottle?” You finished his sentence with a smirk.

“Uh, that would be nice, but not exactly.”

You feigned innocence. “Oh? What else could it be?”

Steve took a breath. “If you wanted to grab some ice cream with me after the game tonight?”

“Wow! It’s happening folks!” Darcy loudly announced to the camera from a couple yards away. “Step aside, gossip column! We’ve got breaking news right here!”

You glared at Darcy before focusing back on Steve.

“Y’know, kinda like a truce?” he shrugged with a teasing smirk. “I nearly broke your ribs the other day with my superman strength, so buying you ice cream is the least I could do.”

“Calm down there, Hercules. You’re one protein shake away from bursting out of that jersey.”

Steve laughed, and your brain basically turned into mush at the sound. “So is that a yes?”

“Find me after the game.” You smiled at him before pushing him towards the field. “Now go stretch unless you feel like spraining something tonight.”

“If that means you’ll patch me up, I think I’m fine with that.” He grinned as he walked backwards, eyes trained on you.

“Not funny, Rogers,” you rolled your eyes. “Now skedaddle before I unleash the wrath of Dr. Cho on you.”

“Wow.” He was still walking backwards towards his team, not wanting to turn away from you. “You are a cruel woman.”

“Dr. Cho! This man is distracting me from-”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” He laughed as he turned around and jogged away, giving you a final glance over his shoulder.

GAME 7

You pressed down on the pump of the cooler, water spraying you in the face as you tried to refill the players’ water bottles.

“Fucking cooler-”

You felt a familiar set of strong arms wrap around your waist, and you smiled at the touch, not bothering to turn around.

“Don’t you have some sorta half-time talk thing to be attending to?”

“The half-time talk thing is over, sweetheart,” Steve mocked, kissing your shoulder. “Besides, I had to come over here and save my girl from this rabid water cooler.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you tried to wipe the water off your face with the back of your hand. “Why thank you, kind sir. What would I ever do without you and your heroic abilities?”

Steve chuckled against your skin. “Just doing my duty, ma’am. Can’t have my favorite trainer getting attacked by rogue appliances, can I?”

“Favorite, huh?” You leaned back into his embrace. “Don’t let Sharon hear that. I think she started a little crush on you while she was taping up your shoulder last week.”

Steve placed a kiss on your cheek, arms tightening around you. “Can’t blame her. Who wouldn’t fall for this charming smile?”

“Fury, for one,” you said as you elbowed him in the ribs. “If you don’t get on that field right now, even your charming smile won’t be able to save you, Rogers.”

Steve laughed, spinning you around by the waist to face him. “Fine. But first I need a kiss for good luck.”

“I’m pretty sure you already got one before the game, Rogers.” You quipped with raised eyebrows. 

“Ah, but the luck definitely would’ve worn off,” he said as he pulled you closer.

“Mhm, because that’s exactly how luck works.” You nodded your head sarcastically, a playful glint in your eyes.

He shrugged innocently. “Sorry hun, I don’t make the rules.” With a boyish grin, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, pulling you into a familiar kiss that never failed to make your heart race.

“Can you feel the love tonight, folks?” You heard Darcy announce to her camera somewhere off to the side. “‘Cause I sure can!”

You pulled away from Steve, gently pushing him towards the field. “Alright Romeo, get lost before Fury bans me from the rest of your games. He’s threatened me twice already.”

He saluted with a chuckle and jogged over to the rest of his team, but not before leaning forward for one last kiss, of course.

“See ya later, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder. “Watch out for those charming linebackers.”

GAME 9

“Rogers catches a clean pass from Barnes-”

“Would you look at that! He’s sprinting downfield with a clear path-”

“Looks like he’s going all the way!”

The announcers’ voices fueled the crowd’s fervor as you and Darcy gripped each other's hands tightly. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as you watched Steve, your heart pounding in rhythm with the game. He was so close. Almost to the end zone-

All of a sudden, Steve was lying on the floor, motionless and unmoving, a stark contrast to the chaos going on around him. The giant defender loomed over him, casting a mocking shadow over Steve. 

“Rogers goes down hard! That’s gotta hurt!”

The crowd went silent. Your heart leaped into your throat as the cheers turned into worried murmurs, the crowd realizing that he wasn’t about to stand up and smack his chest with pride like he usually did. Before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you were running out to the field, your heart pounding along with your footsteps as you weaved your way around players.

You dropped down to your knees next to Steve, carefully removing his helmet, and cupping your hands to his face. Every instinct screamed at you to spring into action, to follow the protocols drilled into you during countless lectures and training sessions.

However, all you could do was trace the familiar lines of his face with desperation. Despite the torment of thoughts that clamored for your attention -check for a concussion, open up the medical kit, clear the field, wait for Dr. Cho- your body could only let you stroke his cheek softly, urging him to open his eyes and tell you he was alright.

“Steve? Honey, can you hear me?” Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper as tears welled up in your eyes, willing him to respond.

The crowd watched with hushed anticipation as Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked at you. “Hey.”

As you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you vaguely registered Dr. Cho’s presence as she dropped down next to you, gently removing your hands from his face. He frowned dazedly at the loss of contact, so you settled for gripping his hand instead, while you kept your other hand free to help Dr. Cho.

Her neck snapped up in the direction of Bucky Barnes and the meathead that knocked Steve over, who were now involved in a heated exchange as they shoved and cursed at each other. “Shut up,” she ordered with narrowed eyes. “Both of you.”

Dr. Cho turned her attention back to Steve, who was grinning slightly with amusement. “Damn, you tell ‘em, Doc.”

A faint chuckle, that sounded more like a sob, escaped your lips at Steve’s remark as you rolled your eyes.

Steve flashed you a lopsided grin, squeezing your hand slightly. “Hey, laughter’s the best medicine, right?”

Dr. Cho shook her head with a grin. “Save the jokes for later, Rogers. Let’s get you checked out first.”

While Cho opened up her kit, you squeezed Steve’s hand. “Steve, can you tell me what day it is?”

“It’s an awesome day ‘cause I’m looking at you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response, despite the worry gnawing at your insides as you resisted the urge to shove his shoulder at the bad joke. “Did hitting your head make you even more annoying?” 

Steve’s hazy grin softened into a tender expression. “Nah,” he said gently as he reached up to wipe away a tear that had escaped your eye earlier. “Just needed to see you smile.”

“That’s cute,” Dr. Cho deadpanned as your heart warmed up at his words. “But answer the question.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“And the month?”

“October.”

“Can you tell me-”

“Are you just gonna sit there asking questions, or are you gonna call an ambulance for my player?” Fury barked, making his way to the front of the crowd of athletes and coaches.

“Take a breath, Coach Fury,” Dr. Cho instructed as she flashed a light into Steve’s eyes. “Looks like a moderate concussion to me.”

“Moderate concussion, my ass!” Bucky growled, jabbing his finger into Meathead’s chest. “This numbskull bashed Steve’s head into the fucking ground!”

“Enough,” Dr. Cho commanded with a stern look. “Let’s focus on getting Steve off the field first, then we’ll take him to the hospital if needed.”

“Wait, what about the game?” Steve mumbled.

“Don’t worry about the game. Your health comes first, stupid,” you said as you wiped your damp eyes.

Dr. Cho nodded. “She’s right. Your team can pull through by themselves, Rogers, don’t worry.” She motioned for the rest of the medical team to bring out the stretcher. “Let’s get you off the field and properly assessed.”

GAME 12

You practically jumped into Steve’s awaiting arms as you ran onto the field, squeezing him tight and laughing as he spun you around, despite the crowd of jumping people around you.

“THEY’VE DONE IT, FOLKS!” Darcy screamed maniacally into her microphone from somewhere behind you. “OUR TEAM MANAGED TO SCORE IN THE LAST 3 SECONDS OF THE GAME! WE’RE GOING TO PLAYOFFS BABY!”

He set you down and pulled you in by the waist, planting a searing kiss onto your lips. Amidst the chaos and cheers, time seemed to stand still for just a moment, the world narrowing down to the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of his kiss. It was just you and him.

Well, it was until Darcy pulled you two apart and shoved her microphone into Steve’s face.

“That catch was abso-fucking-lutely brilliant, Rogers!” She slapped Steve’s shoulder pads roughly. “Tell the camera how you feel after that bad-ass win!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a family-friendly broadcast, Darcy?” Steve quipped with a raised eyebrow.

“No one cares, Goldilocks. I’ll just tell Professor Hill that it showcases the raw emotions of-”

Bucky cut in, stepping in front of Steve and grabbing the mic out of her hands roughly.

“Hey!” She frowned, unsuccessfully attempting to snatch it back. “You’re interrupting my interview, you little-”

“VICTORY TASTES DAMN SWEET!” Bucky hollered into the microphone, putting his face way too close to the camera. Thor joined the party as well, jumping onto Bucky’s back and screaming incoherently into the mic as he shook the camera with his huge hands.

Darcy, somehow managing to pry the microphone out of Bucky’s sweaty hand, adjusted her glasses and plastered a smile on her face.

“You heard it first-hand, folks!” She said through clenched teeth, her voice strained as she swatted Thor’s hands off of the camera and forcibly shoved Bucky out of the frame. “Victory tastes sweet to our football heroes!”

Steve squeezed your waist, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “How ‘bout we get outta here?”

“And leave Darcy alone with these boys?” You raised an eyebrow at Steve with a smirk. “She’ll never forgive me.”

“Ehh, she’ll be alright,” Steve chuckled. “She’s got Scott with her. He can whack them with his camera if they get too rowdy.”

You glanced over at Darcy, who was trying her best to maintain her broadcast composure as she talked to the camera while Scott skillfully maneuvered Bucky and Thor out of the shot.

You leaned into Steve. “Fine, let’s make a break for it.”

Steve grinned, and without another word, the two of you slipped away from the crowd, hand in hand, heart in heart.

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them part 3

It was another long day ahead of him, Zoro had been using this time for mediating and training his observation haki. But he missed his husband. He's missed traveling and testing his skills. Curly had promised spicy and soy raw marinated carb in his onigri tonight, so he had that to look forward to. Sanjis scent had long faded, the omega always careful about leaving a trail.

A familer presonos tip toed closer to where he was tied up. The little girl he had saved crept towards him as two unfamiliar people preed from over the wall. As she came closer, he could see she held aloft two lumpy balls of rice in her tiny hands. She wasn't safe. There were marines crawling all around this place, and he didn't want her to be hurt.

“Go away,” He told her before she could say anything. The marines here were under command of someone who cares not for the weak and small.

“I burghtt you food Mr. Marimo, I worked really hard on this,” Rika ignored him. She must be spending too much time with Sanji if she was calling him Marimo. He could smell hints of him along with her mother. Pups always had a soft muted scent. They smelt more like their parents and the people they spent time with. “Please eat it. You must be really, really hungry,”

“I'm not hungry,” He should be more than he was, but his husband kept him from going hungry. He would have gone without, but Curly wouldn't hear of it.

“It was my first time making them, I watched mom and Mr. Sanji a whole lot first,”

“Scram! Go on, get outta here!” He growled menacingly at her. He could feel them drawing near. She had to get out before they found her. But she only shook her head and stepped closer, still her eyes wide and far to trusting. He couldn't remember a time when neither his nor Sanji's eyes were that innocent and naive. He hoped they stayed that way for a long time to come. “Leave or I'll kill you!” Sanji would kick him if he heard him say it, but at this point, time was running out.

“Roronoa Zoro! Is that really any way to talk to a kid? Or are you working together and worried you'll get caught?” The little fucker who put him here suanted over in a guady suit or at least that's what curly called it anyway and reeking of perfume. He was flanked as always by a few Marines to weak and lazy to do anything on his own. “Oh what's this? Thouse sure do look good,” The anyoing fucker stole one of balls of rice and took a bite.

“Hey! That's not for you!” Rika cried out.

“Disgusting!” He spit the food out. “It's to dam sweet! Did you use sugar instead of slat!?” He screamed at the little girl. Zoro wanted to smack the shit out of the guy. His swords were too good to cover with his blood.

“But I thought they would taste better if they were sweet,” She told him, who knows maybe she could turn them into a dessert. Zoro hated sweet thing but he knew better than to waste food and to yell at an inceont child…he was only doing it to try and save her.

The blond with the ass for a face samtched the other ball of rice from her hands and therw both om the ground and stomped on them both. What the fuck was worng with him!? Ever before meeting his husband, even if he didn't know why Sanji and Zeff were against food waste he hated it to. After his prants died and before the dojo had taken him in he hadn't know when his next meal would be. He had gone to sleep many a night curled up with an empty belly.

“But I worked so hard to make thouse,” Rika knelt next to the dirty rice crying. Thire was nothing he could do, nothing that wouldn't make this worse.

[lenthelorewriter]

the day your eyes met mine

ᯓ★ type: lore-based oneshot / ocxcanon [🕷🐋] ᯓ★ fandom: genshin impact ᯓ★ note: this fic is really old and i need to rewrite it :(( please look out for any grammar errors and stuff !! ᯓ★ inspo track

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I'm not like the others.

I knew that from a young age.

"Witch!", "Freak!", "Get lost!"

The older kids chanted between giggles, a coinciding laughter of both detestation and mockery, pushing Lyanne back and forth without any opportunity of escape, even with her pleas for mercy. Her boots hooked against the ground, knees buckling under the pressure of their tugging.

Her body was moving frantically, legs forced to progress on their own, hair swinging into her face, impairing her sight. If only she could clasp onto something- anything.

It hurts.

She struggled to understand what was even going on- all of this was happening too fast. It was from left to right and back to left, the hefty pushes to her chest and shoulders not letting her regain any footing-

…Until it came to an abrupt stop.

With a last push from the boy of the group, the three moved aside to observe Lyanne's fall. Condescending laughter was all she heard as her head hit the ground, harshly, through thin layers of snow, which also resulted in her orientation hindering for a moment. Had it only not melted..

It hurts.

With blurred vision and buzzing in her ears, she was left confused.

Confused as to why she was their target. Had she done something wrong?

It didn't matter. At least not anymore.

Left in her limited field of view was the glittery white beneath her, or at least, what was left of it. And in it, an inexplicable red pattern- she couldn't tell in her stunned state.

She lifted her head despite the pain that impeded her. Though, Lyanne could sense something warm slowly dripping down from her nose to her upper lip; it was so warm even with the frigid weather. Her hand shakily reached up to feel the uncomfortable texture.

Blood.

Blood had trickled down her face, stemming from seemingly her nose. It was now on her fingers, and glancing down, a splotch of crimson, too, stained the snow. It was blood. Her breathing sped up, still dazed.

It hurts.

Then she was reminded that she wasn't alone.

"See what you've done? You only have yourself to blame. You're a freak- a monster."

That same boy crouched down, tauntingly. He began making obnoxious crying noises, whining, and moaning, his voice a screech. The two girls chuckled behind her as she kneeled there helplessly, the blood now spread on the sleeve of her coat.

Lyanne's eyes darted between her bloodied sleeve and the boy, a new sensation washing over her. This pain felt… odd. It made her feel alive, almost, like the monotonous whirr that occupied her body vanished momentarily.

He laughed along with his companions, until he didn't. His fingers snapped in front of Lyanne's face.

But it was as if suddenly her body began to move on its' own, this time willingly too, her consciousness shifting into autopilot.

"Are you listening to me? Or is your hearing something you don't have either-"

In a split moment, a blink even, Lyanne's fist balled up, and with the last strength she recovered in the past few seconds, it hit the boy's face. Hard.

The boy tumbled onto the ground with a scream of pain, both of his hands holding his nose. The girls instantly rushed over to aid him.

With a newfound exit, the frightened child quickly stood up- her legs still shaky due to the previous impact- and ran.

She ran as far as she currently could, heading for the forest located next to the village. The closest area to flee to, yet her safespace.

"YEAH! SCRAM, LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE! WE'LL FIND YOU ANYWAY! YOU'LL REGRET THIS, YOU IDIOT!", echoed as she dashed into the forest; the boy she hit yelled with nothing but fury, his nose bleeding from the hit as well. ...

Lyanne had been running through the forest for a few minutes while frequently looking back to see if she had been pursued by the tormentors, the blood from her nose dripping down to stain her coat further with each movement.

Thankfully, she regained her stand fully. Upon deciding it was safe to stop running, she slowed and halted by a fallen tree trunk. She sank down by it, her entire body trembling as she tried to process the entire situation.

And that annoying nosebleed.

Mom won't be happy about the stains.

That was the least of her concerns, though, as she just wanted a moment of peace.

The silence in the forest was unusually calming, as it accompanied the slivers of sunlight and its' warmth peeking through the tall trees which illuminated the pure white snow beautifully. The frost bit at her fingertips.

Oh, what a shame it would be if she were to live anywhere else- Snezhnaya is the most beautiful during winter, she thought.

The cold and week-long snowstorms seemed execrable to outsiders, but to someone like Lyanne, it was pacifying rains of white, filled with nothing if not tranquility and content.

The borsch her mom cooked each morning when the windows were glazed in frost was enough to soothe a soul- the warmth emitting from not only the hot bowl but, too, from the love it was made with.

She exhaled. Bringing her legs up to her chest, Lyanne curled up by the tree trunk, her mind swirling. She sat still, completely still. An occasional rustling of nearby bushes stirred her.

Must be the foxes that pounce by. If only she was a fox that could traverse paths freely. Relief washed over her knowing that she'd most likely be safe here. It was quite a tranquil scene, but she still couldn't help but feel.. conflicted. Thinking as to why this had to happen to her, why she had to be born like this. It only hurt everyone; she was the reason behind her parents' arguments, after all.

She was so young, yet her burdens outweighed her already.

She pulled herself closer, only bird chirps echoing through the fondly warm woods.

…

A voice spoke up from behind.

"Are you ok?"

Lyanne jumped a bit at the sudden question, too the cheerful tone of it, having not expected any other person to be there, given she didn't hear any footsteps, especially when every move you make leaves the snow crunching loudly. She was brought out of her pondering right away.

"I'm ok. Go away, please."

She muttered into her legs, since she didn't bother looking up.

Silence ensued. This time, she heard someone creeping over the tree trunk with little effortful grunts. The mysterious person now stood before her.

"Are you sure? I can help you up. Papa says it's not good to sit on the snow, it will make you sick!"

Lyanne sighed once more, having given up after her weak attempt to shoo the person away. Her head then raised to glimpse at the person who bothered her.

It was a boy.

A boy with ginger hair and cerulean eyes.

He had his hand reached out with an expectation of the girl taking it. A skittish smile adorned his face along with the freckles scattered on his cheeks.

But he seemed to pause when he finally saw hers.

The two held eye contact during a beat of silence. None of them dared move an inch.

…

"I'm Ajax," The boy introduced himself shyly after a while, interrupting the stillness.

"I'm… Lyanne." She reciprocated, choosing to take his gloved hand.

Ajax's smile brightened as he aided Lyanne up to her feet. She patted off the front of her coat, and he took note of her nosebleed which made his smile dissipate into a look of concern.

"You're hurt." Worried, he stepped closer to inspect the issue.

"I know. But I deserved it. Papa says I'm a 'freak'."

"What, No-"

"Don't you see my eyes? They're scary."

"…I think your eyes are cool. Red is a nice color.

…

Oh! You need these." The boy pulled out tissues from his coat pocket, handing them to the girl. She took them, dabbing at her nose and wiping off the dry parts. He only watched with curiosity, as if not only observing, but analyzing his new friend.

"Thank you." She muttered.

He let out a fond giggle as a response. Lyanne would be lying if she said that didn't make her smile, even a bit.

That was until Ajax climbed his way back up onto the tree trunk, standing proud with his hands on his hips, before deciding to just sit down.

His voice quieted slightly, "…Why are you alone in the forest?"

…

Lyanne glanced away hesitantly, not a word leaving her mouth. She stared off blankly, rubbing her arm. She couldn't tell him about what happened, right?-

"Oh, I went out to play in the snow.", she lied. Her rather monotone expression made it more believable, and evidently, it worked. Ajax ooh'd as if he'd been enlightened.

To steer the topic away, she likewise climbed up and sat next to him.

He pulled out a piece of bread from the other pocket, halving it and offering the other piece.

Lyanne questioned as to why he had so much in such small pockets, but magic is magic to a child. She nodded gratefully and bit into hers. So did Ajax. They ate without another word. Lyanne looked happy when eating something tasty; it was an observation Ajax made. He had been peeking from time to time. At her face. Her red eyes, how her brown hair shimmered in the sunlight.

"Um.." Ajax began, suddenly more hesitant and timid than before.

"Do you want to be friends?"

Lyanne paused, lips parted as she was about to take another bite. Did she hear him correctly? Friends? Them? Someone wanted to be friends with her? That was .. new. She was used to people avoiding her in fear of their own safety.

But then again, he offered to help her minutes ago..

"Ok. We can be friends. I think." She mumbled, returning to eating immediately. But Ajax on the other hand, was overjoyed; it wasn't easy for him to make friends either, many would consider him a coward.

Popping the last bite into his mouth, Ajax rised enthusiastically, dragging the girl up with him, now impatiently, rashly, even.

"Hey- hey! I'm still eating-", "You can eat while we go, come!"

He spoke joyfully, setting off and tugging her along by her hand throughout the shallow forest, the sunrays shining down on them. Lyanne wasn't catching up, her legs moving faster than she could control them. She laughed faintly, running behind him, her hand clasping his.

"Ok, ok, I'm coming!"

[tammulberry]

Sweet Beginnings: Marichat AU (Mulberry Conundrum)

SYNOPSIS: After graduating high school, Marinette inherited the bakery of Tom & Sabine. While business was booming and life was peaceful, all that changed when a mysterious man in a gaudy outfit by the name of Cat Noir makes her try to weaponize bread.

RATING: PM for Passionfruit Macarons

Copyright © 2024 by T.A.M. Mulberry

A Cat With Sunglasses?

Working in a bakery was a feast for the senses. The smell of fresh pastries, delicious bread and sweets. The elegant yet simple designs that surrounded the place. The taste of home. Marinette was content, to say the least.

After graduating from high school, she was set to inherit her parents' famous bakery. Some would say it's the best one in Paris. Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie-Patisserie.

What more could Marinette want? She certainly didn't want anything to change.

Until it ... did.

See, there was a certain customer that always showed up at a specific hour and a specific day. Friday at 7pm when the bakery is about to close.

***

As Marinette was cleaning up and saying goodbye to the last few customers, she heard the bell on top of the door ring.

"Welcome to the best boulangerie-patisserie in Paris!" Marinette greeted in her best customer service voice. "How may I help you...?"

She turned around to see a tall man. Now, Marinette wasn't normally intimidated by tall men but whatever she was looking at right now was enough for her to go into full panic mode.

Bright orange board shorts. Green patterned socks. Sandals. An oversized black hoodie with cat ears. A facemask. Perhaps the worst one of all... huge sunglasses at 7 in evening.

If he showed up this late at night with an outfit as ugly as that then it meant that he most definitely had some ulterior motives. Ulterior motives that Marinette absolutely didn't want to know.

So she screamed and the man mirrored her.

"W-wait a minute, I just wanna—!"

"I HAVE A STALE BAGUETTE AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!" Marinette swung it around like a sword before throwing it at him. The man dodged it smoothly. A little too smoothly that Marinette didn't know if she was frightened or annoyed that he wasn't scramming. It hit the door of the bakery with a loud thud before it fell down and left a mess on the floor.

"Whoa! Marinette! Chill out!" The man tried to calm her, but the adrenaline made her ears ring.

"How do you know my name? Are you stalking the bakery?" She interrogated him further as she grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie.

He stepped away from her and laughed. He laughed.

"You have a name tag, ma'am!" The man continued to laugh and all Marinette could do was stare up at him, confused, embarrassed and oddly charmed by his laugh.

Shut up, self. You almost hit the guy with a baguette.

"Anyways, I'm sorry if I frightened you," he cleared his throat. "I'd prefer if we start over."

The man bowed down like a theater act and Marinette, whose head already managed to cool down was taken aback.

"Good evening, I go by many names but everyone else calls me, Cat Noir."

Marinette tried to stifle a laugh. That sounded so ridiculous.

"I'm Marinette," she said with a warm smile. "I'm sorry for trying to hit you with the baguette earlier. When they're stale, they can be... well, I— uh. I'm sorry in general."

"Hey, it's no big deal," the man said, holding out a palm.

"Well, since you walked in here..." Marinette started. "You probably want to buy something."

"Right. Yeah," he looked at the selection that was still available. "Do you guys still have passionfruit macarons?"

Marinette's face lit up. "Of course! Macarons are one of our bestsellers but the passionfruit macarons aren't as famous as our other flavors."

"Guess, I'll be coming here from now on then," he chuckled lowly and Marinette's face flushed. "I'll be taking your entire stock by the way."

Marinette looked at him incredulously. "Our entire stock is enough for a big family. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can pay for it," he fished out a wallet that looked expensive. Especially compared to the outfit he was wearing. He fished out 60 euros and offered it to her. "Consider it an apology for nearly scaring you to death."

The blue haired girl nodded and opened a box to place the macarons in. She felt awkward and embarrassed ... yet intrigued? While she didn't want to assume anything, there was something so strangely familiar about the guy, ugly clothes and all.

"So... Cat Noir? People call you that like a stage name?" Marinette questioned, in an attempt to make small talk. "What do you do?

"Well, I ... uh..." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I do charity. And I chose to be a black cat."

"Is that so?" Marinette replied, not completely convinced. He looked like a mixed bag of traits. Smooth, confident, awkward and warm. She couldn't deny that it made the peaceful yet monotonous day a lot more interesting.

She realized she was already done with the box of macarons and handed it to him. Marinette almost wanted to ask him more questions but she hesitated. "Thank you for coming to the bakery."

"Thanks," his facemask prevented her from seeing his face but she could tell he was smiling. "I'll make sure to come back, Princess."

"Princess?" She repeated, her face flushed."

"Yeah," Cat Noir started. "Cuz you're sweet like one."

Okay, that was the cue to call Alya because she might actually faint on the spot.

He snickered mischievously and opened the door. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

END.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I didn’t want a revival of the Naruto obsession but @dark-elf-writes is making me go down the rabbit hole and I’m thinking.

Naruto is one of the series that I have highly specific tastes for fanfics in.

1) Time travel where someone goes back to save the world and then gets roped into raising Naruto and his friends and it’s cute. Bonus if people are dragged kicking and screaming into being friends.

2) Self insert fics where the OC is just either: fuck it I’ll change the world watch me or fuck no I ain’t doing shit but then bang somehow they get involved with a bunch of nonsense. These are fun but I’m specific and I much prefer ones where the main cast gets involved because sure there are some absolutely beautiful fics out there without them but I like Team Seven and the chaos of Konoha. Bonus for these if the OC remains a civilian or something cause it’s amusing.

3) Kakashi gets therapy early or goes: you want me an ANBU specialist to train children? Fine. But they’re going to be monsters. Cause that? Thats beautiful. Never mind Kakashi being lazy give me him deciding to be absolutely the petty asshole we know he is and cause all the problems for EVERYONE by training those three to be feral. That’s fun. I like that.

So like… I dunno but my mind is working and the idea of combining the last two is fun. An OC civilian who was reincarnated decides they ain’t doing shit and ‘sure a lot of people die but good wins so fuck you I ain’t doing shit’ and then just becomes a chef or something. They used to hunt around the countries but retired at a pretty young age cause they always wanted to be a cook (they’re 100% an Akimichi bastard but liked cooking before anyways) and own a restruant. They settle in Konoha because sure: ground fucking zero but they know when to scram right?

And like they have a talking dog cause the idea of this rando with a talking dog and the banter that will happen feeds my soul.

BUT BACK TO THE OTHER STUFF. I like the idea of this rando opening their buisness and being good at it, and then making friends with Kakashi the feral dog he is because they are neighbours. Just, the OC panicking over oh fuck but then it’s ‘WHEN DID YOU LAST EAT MOTHERFUCKER’ and it’s pure CHAOS.

No romance between them, it’s 100% two feral assholes becoming friends and the less feral one domesticating Kakashi while also encouraging the petty and malicious compliance of everything. And then of course Naruto wanders into their lives and that kid needs food to, followed by Gai being Gai and the OC encourages romance between Gai and Kakashi cause why not.

It’s just… I want an OC to get dragged into the nonsense followed by Kakashi being feral and Naruto getting a family followed by Kakashi deciding if he’s going to teach?

He’s going to teach.

No one expects anything.

[unhinged-summer-fun]

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhmore

Cw omegaverse, Javier Peña is not in the DEA au, f!reader

He saw her in a pretty green dress, and Javier’s favorite color used to be red until just now. She was at the buffet table, loading up a small mountain of h’ors d’ouvres on what looked like an actual plate, not one of those flimsy biodegradable paper ones they used out on detail. The kind that started biodegrading halfway through your meal, Javier joked bitterly every day.

His feet carried him to the food, even though his mind was screaming in a voice that resembled Steve’s, don’t even think about it.

Truth be told, Javier wasn’t thinking, so he supposed he could have been excused just this once.

“Didn’t know they’d let you into the party.”

He returned to earth at the sanguine sound of her voice, sending an underhand invective his way. He drew in a breath, a bit too deep, because all the witty responses he could have come up with disappeared the second he caught her scent.

She didn’t wear a blocker spray here, not like out on detail. The cardinalities weren’t ordered to wear one, but it was still considered good manners to do so, like deodorant. After a few days in the grime and humidity, nobody smelled anything resembling “good” anyways. But here, she had showered and done her hair back in a smooth, sleek version of the style she normally kept out in the field. Like this, and paired with the pretty (low) neckline of her pretty (green) dress, she showed more skin than Javier had ever seen on her, including her beautiful neck, unmarked and fucking mouthwatering. With no fabric or dirt or sweat or chemical between his senses and her skin, he could finally take her in the way he hadn’t let himself want to for weeks.

She smelled like fucking heaven. Like pears and peaches and cider and nutmeg, like summer and winter and rain on grass and sunshine, like the way the stars would smell if they were close enough to breathe in. It wasn’t the pungent, near sickly-sweet scent of a heat, not at all, but the kind of subtle scent that absolutely haunted the senses, the kind that fed a man just enough for him to recognize he was about to die of hunger.

She was staring at him.

“Was invited.”

Amazing job, Peña. Fucking brilliant.

She quirked an eyebrow and in the bubble of her proximity, he caught a bright effervescent emergence of amusement in her scent, like all that fruit and weather and starlight were thrown in a blender and pulsed. All at once, the scent was gone, taken over by the nauseating scent of an alpha pushing up behind Javier and bumping his shoulders with their pectorals.

“This guy bothering you?” A deep voice asked the omega from over Javier’s shoulder. Javier Peña was taught not to stoop to posturing, especially in public, especially at events with alcohol, so he didn’t turn. Instead, he watched her.

She scowled, that bright bubbly amusement turning sharp and poisonous, muddled like black mint and nightshades, the well-done steak of outer space. He almost sighed, dream-like. “Didn’t I break your nose?” She said, narrowing her eyes. The pecs moved off Javier’s back, and he finally turned.

Lyle still had an angry purple nose and green wings of bruises across his cheeks, but the leering eyes and self-satisfied smirk hadn’t seemed to have gotten the memo. “I forgive you.”

“I don’t forgive you, so scram before I do it again.”

“Let’s not escalate anything here,” Javier said on reflex. She scoffed and turned away, taking her massive plate of food with her and looking longingly back at the punch bowl she was abandoning.

“You scared her off, dick,” Lyle said, shoulder-checking Javier as he walked off.

He counted to eighty and managed to delude himself into thinking it wasn’t worth it to follow.

##

You really hated how you were feeling.

Michelle had managed to get you into this ridiculous dress, and Harriet had managed to get you into this ridiculous party, neither of which were things you wanted to be in. In fact, you’d hidden in the bathroom for the first hour of the party until the third traitor, Gretchen, had gotten you into the crosshairs of her puppy-dog eyes and foiled your escape attempt.

At least piling on more and more mini blanketed piggies on a plate could be faked to look like you were enjoying yourself.

When Javier Peña had come up to you, no plate in hand, just arriving beside you with his fingers twitching at his sides, you hadn’t been prepared to be so charmed by his shy attitude. What kind of person responds earnestly to sarcasm? He’d taken you off guard. Most knew of your reputation as a sand viper, ready to strike at any weakness, but Javier had sidled up with his eyebrows raised in confusion (like even he didn’t know what he was doing) and shown you his soft underbelly with no qualms about where you laid your first blow.

Maybe you didn’t really hate it.

You didn’t have time to know before fucking Lyle showed up.

Again.

[unironicironic]

Tears of the Kingdom ramble go brrrrr

Okay so goes without saying but this will have spoilers. If you'd prefer not see any spoilers then scram and go watch someone play the game (I personally recommend Quinbobin, dude's energy is fucking immaculate, he's not done with the game yet but he's in the last stretch)

But man I just wanna ramble about TotK, I'm still debating on replaying the game to really soak in more but it's been marinating in me thick skull for a bit and man do I have a bit I wanna say

Oh my god and then in that final tear/memory when Zelda takes it upon herself to swallow her secret stone despite the many warnings from Mineru that if she's to do that, there's no guarantee she'll be able to return to her former self. That takes alot of guts to do, throwing yourself away knowing fully well that you may never be the same after if there's even a sliver of hope that things can turn around and your people will be safe. The buildup was something else entirely, it starts of fairly calm, with it having bits and pieces of the BotW/TotK ost, a little of her lullaby sprinkled in, and then builds intensity as the scene goes on. Kinda like signifying that, again, she's doing this all for her kingdom and for Link. When she finally swallows the stone, it cuts to silence (save for the ambience), which kinda jars you and makes you see that hey, something's about to happen. As she begins to go through the draconification, it starts strong with her lullaby, progressing further and further into sounding more and more sinister, dark, going silent again as she tells Link to protect everyone and holy SHIT if that doesn't give you goosebumps I don't know what will. While I'm on this, I might be just reading into it too much but it almost sounds like her screaming (albeit kinda distorted) underneath her roaring as the dragon that second time she roars. Almost like that was the last bit of her in there, before she finally "lost herself" as Mineru warned her that she would

Tbh just about all of it was god tier imo. The visuals, the characters, all of it. Were there some things that could've been improved? Ofc, there's no real perfect game but fuck did this one come close

I could go on and on about just about anything you throw my way about TotK, but the real star of the show (to me anyway) is the soundtrack and all the little details in everything. I've always believed that the main three things that make or break something is the characters, the plot/story and the soundtrack. I've also always loved when there were these little details that gave whatever media it is a little more oomph. And DAMN did TotK have a banger of a soundtrack and was it packed with details

One of my favorite lil details with the soundtrack is when you're through with the Tarrey Town quest, you're able to make a house for Link, right? Cool cool, you get to do a bit of a Sims type beat, which that in itself had me giving mad props to Nintendo. And folks have been getting hella creative with their layouts, I saw this one person make their house look like the triforce if I'm not mistaken? It was cool as hell, there's a good bit of freedom. But the detail, if you listen real closely, the song that plays when you've got your house up and you're meandering around inside, it's the theme for when you're inside a building in Ocarina of Time. We already knew that there's gonna be lil nods to past games since in BotW there was a shitton already but they really bumped that up a few pegs in TotK

Another one of my favorites is in the cutscene where Rauru uses his power to keep Ganondorf on lock, as he's telling G-Money that eventually Link will come whoop his ass and to "remember his name," the main fucking Zelda theme starts playing which honestly just adds so much more fucking power to that cutscene and it had me tearing up hearing the main theme playing in the background. On that same note, in I think the last phase of the fight against Ganondorf before he swallows his stone, there's a huge throwback to BotW and you get those lil motifs of the blight battles

Yet another, at the end when you're going to catch Zelda after she turns back into her former self, the main theme for TotK is going. Cool, strong, fucking awesome right? As you get closer to Zelda, her lullaby starts playing and oh my godddd I was a mess, but then you throw in the main Zelda theme after as you're prompted to catch her and at that point you can see why the game is called "Tears of the Kingdom." Because it makes you cry, alot. At that point it's like you're coming full circle, before now you'd never failed to save Zelda, you'd always saved her before until now when you failed to catch her in the beginning. So with it starting with you not catching her and then ending with you catching her, it's like you're making up for that failure and I absolute adored that

Kinda on the same note about the soundtrack, I think the other temples (minus the spirit temple) had the same sort of thing going but I definitely noticed divine beast/past champion themes going for the wind temple. It's not that obvious until towards the end when you've got most of the terminals, then you start to really hear motifs to the Vah Medoh theme and Revali's theme

SPEAKING OF I noticed Tulin taking on a very slight Revali-ish attitude, even the npc's had noticed and took note of it. And if you think back to Age of Calamity, in one of the cutscenes, Tulin tells Revali that he wants to be just like him once he's older, while yes I know AoC isn't technically canon it's a cute as hell thing I noticed and can't help but have a huge ahh smile on my face thinking of. Lil Tulin's growing up, and he's starting to take after his role model, fuckin adorable

There's a shitton more lil details and references but I'd be here all day if I were to attempt to mention them all

While there's def a good few positives for this game, there's also a couple negatives imo. It's mostly just personal issues but I'm sure a few folks might agree with me

So first up, why did they have to call them secret stones? It's so damn hard to take things seriously that way. It makes it sound almost like some children playing pretend. Literally anything else could've been good, much better than secret stones. Especially because the same ol phrase gets repeated over and over again when the new champions/sages learn about what happened all those years ago. It gets so repetitive man

Speaking of champions, it seems a bit like they completely forgot about the past champions and the calamity. Like nobody mentions it, save for a couple npcs for side quests, and there's no memorials from what I can tell aside from the occasional stone Zelda dedicated to the casualties, Mipha Court in Zora's Domain, and some other things but that's just about it. I get that eventually life goes on but something about them seemingly forgetting entirely about them just rubs me the wrong way. And the divine beasts, what happened to them? I've heard a couple theories that it was because they were afraid another calamity would take place and they'd get possessed all over again so they took them down, which makes sense but it'd have been so cool to see them just in the background somewhere with the scenery, withering and decaying to the sands of time. Of course they wouldn't have to be explorable, but it would've added so much more oomph imo

And don't even get me started on some of the dialogue. I mentioned the stones thing, but there was some other lines that just, eurgh. Prime example is from none other than Ganondorf himself. At the end when you go to give him a good beatdown, he goes on this sort of monologue. Which is all fine and dandy, he's a villain after all, that's what villains do. But then he goes and says shit like "weak, peace loving cowards" and that "the world should be shrouded with darkness and not bathed in insufferable light"?? That makes him sound like an angsty teen trying to sound cool and edgy, I physically recoiled a bit. Not your finest moment, G-man.

Last but def not least, they really missed out on bringing back malice. I dunno, I just feel like calling it gloom really takes away from the overarching darker tone of the game. Like having it be called malice again would really sell that TotK is a bit darker, malice sounds more life threatening and harmful. Meanwhile it being called gloom just sounds more like you're describing how the weather's gonna be that day. Plus I just think malice spawn sounds much cooler than gloom spawn by a long shot

Overall tho pretty solid game. I rate it an Uncannydorf out of ten

[unabashegirl]

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Author's note: I really can't believe that I have posted 9 chapters in a month on my PATREON. I didn't think it was going to be possible, but here is the last chapter of different from the month. Don't worry new pieces will be posted to keep you entertained.

Anyway here is a little piece of the 2000 word chapter.

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“Holy shit” Mitch screamed as they all got into the car. “What the fuck is happening?” He punched the steering wheel. “Did she really invite us over?!” Jeff and James laughed in the back as they buckled themselves in.

“She is way too hot” James added as he scrolled through his phone. Harry only wished he were in the car, riding with her.

“Are yeh done?” He asked as Mitch started following her toward her apartment.

“Fuck no!” Mitch exclaimed as they stopped at the red light. “Are you sleepin’ with her tonight?”.

“What do you mean?”

“The only reason she is letting us sleep over is that she wants to be around you” James slapped his shoulder emphasizing.

“Are you sleeping with her then?” Jeff asked again with a chuckle. Harry suddenly felt nervous and didn’t even want to attend. However, it wasn’t because he didn’t desire to be around her, but because he wouldn’t know what to do if the occasion occurred. He was a man. He had seen porn before, but he knew all of that was fake. And most importantly he had feelings for her and genuinely wanted to make her feel good. Harry had always placed girls on the back burner. He had never been one of those guys who desperately desired to get laid. His main priority had always been education so that he could have a stable future and provide for his future family and have better opportunities than he had. Now Y/N had come into his life and had quickly become the only swarming thought in his head in his sleep, in class, and at every single moment.  He was constantly thinking of her and how she was doing.

“She is just being nice” He shrugged and brushed off their comments.

“You have to sleep with her, H” Mitch advised as he drove. Harry didn’t respond, he just kept his thoughts to himself. He started playing, in his head, every outcome and or scenario that could derive or develop in her apartment. “And don’t you dare to start stuttering and get all shy in front of her” Harry wanted to punch him, but he held himself back and ate back his words.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Y/N’s. The apartment was stunning. Sure, it was big for only one person, but Y/N had made sure that it felt cozy with the help of lots of carpets and cushions and pillows and warm light.

“What does your dad do again? Jeff asked, under his breath as she closed the door and slipped off her shoes in the foyer. Harry shrugged his shoulders not sure.

“Welcome! Make yourselves at home” She smiled and hung her coat in the closet beside the front door. Y/N stood back and watched how they all scrammed to take off their shoes and hang their coats.

Meanwhile, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Y/N detached herself and waited until they all pushed each other around trying to place their shoes in order.

“There are two bedrooms upstairs and one down here. So, it’s up to you where you want to sleep tonight!”

“Shotgun upstairs! Sarah yelled, right before the rest of the guys tried to interrupt her. Y/N giggled as Jeff and James pushed each other, she covered her ears, shaking her head at Harry’s silly friends.

“I am sleeping upstairs and ON MY OWN!” She yelled after everyone had quieted down a bit.

“Makes sense. You are the only girl”

“So, who is sleeping with whom? Does Mitch sleep with James or with Jeff?”

“Rock, papers, scissors?” James suggested as he turned to look at his other friends with his hands on his hips.... REST AVAILABLE ON PATREON!