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haruchuiyo · 8 months ago

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love and pastries

a speedy love story between a guy who almost knocked off a girls plate with cake and the girl who likes cakes who almost yelled at him.

content: sfw + best friends brother trope + loads and loads of fluff + fem reader + established friendship + non jujutsu au + reader and yuji are college students + reader and yuji eats (loves) cakes + slight long distance relationship + more fluff !!

word count: 3.6k

thank you to that one anon who suggested I write something like this mwah

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Someone almost knocked your plate off the table and you hastily glared at the person. The guy has pink hair and light brown eyes. When he saw he almost knocked your pastry off the table, he had the audacity to put his hands up and apologize. The way he did it is so annoying.

“Oops, sorry!” You heard him say, about to pick on how he apologized, someone butts in by calling your name. How you didn’t see the girl behind the annoying pink haired guy is beyond you.

“What are you doing here?” The girl who’s also your best friend greets you with a side hug. You chuckle awkwardly before glancing at the guy who looks confused and has a finger up that points towards you and your best friend.

“Having lunch with my sister.” You say, introducing your sister to everyone before you look up at your best friend then glance at the guy beside her. She immediately got the cue.

“Ahh, this is my big brother!” She tells you.

What?

“Brother?” You ask, extremely confused and also betrayed. Why hasn’t your best friend told you she had a brother-hold on. “The one who studied in a different city? That’s him?” You almost shriek and your best friend laughs while her brother looks at you confused.

That was the first time you met Yuji.

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You were out with your best friend and her big brother Yuji, walking around town. While Yuji usually was by himself, he occasionally butts into your conversation with your friend. He either says something completely irrelevant to the conversation or he’s actually putting a valid input.

As you’re talking to your friend, she suddenly starts running, leaving you stupefied. As she does that, a strong cold breeze starts hitting your face and you shiver at the cold. As you are about to go after your best friend, someone grabs onto your hand and you both start running.

Yuji is incredibly fast, you swear you almost fell head first onto the ground as he ran with your hands intertwined. You keep yelling at him to slow down as he laughs at your reaction. Somehow your friend is still far away from you two, by the speed Yuji ran at while dragging you behind him, you’re shocked he didn’t even catch up. ‘Was that even his actual real speed?’ You thought to yourself as you were catching your breath. Because Yuji luckily gave you a break from running. He is standing in front of you, looking ahead at the way your best friend ran towards before he looks at you.

The glint in his eyes and his expression tells you he has an idea. An idea you won’t enjoy.

“I carry you.” He simply says. You managed to only say no before you’re in his arms, yelping in surprise and he starts running. Luckily there weren't so many people on the road, so Yuji ran in a straight line. The cold breeze felt colder because of the speed he ran at and you held onto him for dear life. At some point, you couldn’t handle the cold hitting your face so harshly, you burrowed your face in Yuji’s neck and you heard him laugh. You mumble a ‘stupid’ to him as he keeps laughing.

Then he stops running and you hear your best friend laugh. You immediately put your head up and look at her with the biggest glare ever.

“Why did you start running like that?” You almost asked loudly and she kept laughing. “It was Yuji's idea.” She says and then you remember how Yuji whispered to her before she started running and you harshly turn your head to glare at Yuji. Then, when you realize you’re still in his arms, your stomach starts fluttering at the way he’s still holding you like nothing.

You feel his grip on the side of your upper body and thighs. Before you could say anything, you feel him lightly squeeze you before putting you down. You look up at him and see him looking at you in a way you’ve never been looked at. Your heart starts beating before you catch yourself and start talking.

“What was that for?” Hearing you ask him that, all Yuji thought was that he wanted to tease you but his heart fluttered at the way he held your hand and carried you in his arms. He lightly stretches his hands, the feeling of holding you in his arms and intertwining your hands together still there.

“It was fun, plus you didn’t weigh anything at all!” Was all he said and you humph in annoyance before you lightly swat Yuji and your best friends shoulder.

“I see that the speed runs in this entire family.” You mutter as they both giggle at your reaction and words.

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You walk out of the car, bidding your best friend and Yuji bye after thanking their oldest brother Choso for the ride. As you open the front door to your house, you feel a presence behind you before a familiar voice speaks up.

“Wait!” You turn around, hearing Yuji’s voice. You look at him confused, looking behind as well, you see your best friend giving you a thumbs up with a big grin. You become even more confused when you look at how Yuji is looking all over your face, his face flushed and he looks nervous.

“Yuji, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You ask worriedly when Yuji’s eyes widen in surprise before he hastily shakes his head. “No, nothings wrong.” He simply says and you look at him more confused but also weirdly.

“Then why are you acting like this? Do you need something?” At his question, his first thought was ‘you’ but if he said that, he’d sound like a creep and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and weird you out. So he sighs before he shakes his head, gathering his courage.

“Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks and you widen your eyes before giggling. “You acted this weirdly to ask me that?” You grin at him. He was about to speak up before you cut him off. “And yes, of course.” You tell him, his lips shape into his pretty smile and at that, your heart flutters. But you do still find it weird how he is behaving.

“Alright then! I will text you the day and time!” He says before he runs back to the car and you see your best friend grin at you even weirder, before she puts her hand into a heart gesture and then you realize why Yuji was acting the way he did.

He was asking you out. And you said yes.

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To say your date with Yuji was awkward was an understatement.

It was clear Yuji didn’t know what to do or say and the same thing was for you as well. He stumbled over his own words, when he is usually very comfortable with you, this time he wasn’t.

But his actions were so endearing, you could put his awkward antics aside and enjoy the date anyway.

Going on this date with him made you realize how attentive Yuji actually is. While he acts like a guy who’s teasing and fooling around, he is very thoughtful and he is observant. How he knew what your favorite drink and pastry is, was beyond you. Then you remember he is observant. While you haven’t outright said to him what your favorite stuff was, he remembered what you usually eat and drink.

Sitting in front of him at the cute cafe he took you to, you were sipping on your favorite beverage while Yuji told you some funny stories, making you giggle into your cup.

Then you gasp when he takes a huge bite out of your favorite pastry and gobbles it up.

“That was almost half of it!” You lightly exclaim at him as he grins at you. “Yours look delicious.” He rejoices and is about to steal another bite before you pull the plate towards you.

“No more.” You tell him as he pouts then his eyes glint, like he got stars on them and the greatest idea on his mind. As quick as he was to do that, he hastily went to your side of the table and took a seat beside you.

His shoulder and arm brush up against yours, his knees touching yours and your body is a fluttery mess. The plate with the pastry was at your side by the window, so when Yuji reached over, you could smell his fresh scent in the air and his heat radiate from his body. Now you’re nervous because of the close proximity. He was about to take the plate from you before you reacted quickly and grabbed his hand, stopping his actions.

“No more, Yuji.” You say sternly as possible before putting his arm away and you take a bite out of your pastry yourself and hum at how delicious it is.

“It’s so good!” You swoon at the flavor and see Yuji pout again. “No wonder you’re fighting to get this, it’s really delicious.”

“Obviously, you’re acting like this is your first time.” He humphs at you and you giggle as you take another bite and slump your shoulders down by how delicious the pastry is. “Of course, every time I eat this, it is like the first time I did.” You tell him then see how his mouth is salivating seeing the cake. You’re starting to feel bad for refusing to give him a bite and you see how his own plate of pastry is gone, which means he ate it all up.

So you get a spoonful of the pastry and put the spoon towards Yuji. His eyes widened in surprise seeing how you’re gonna feed him. He clutches the seat he’s sitting on as he opens his mouth and takes the spoonful of pastry you gave him. And he hums at the flavor, making you smile at his reaction. As he bites on the pastry, he slumps his head down your shoulder while chewing, and your heart beats faster and your entire body heats up at his touch and action.

“It’s so delicious.” He mutters while chewing and you nod your head. About to take another bite, you feel Yuji hold onto your free hand and intertwine it. How your heart managed to stay put beneath your ribcage is a good question. But you like it. No. You love it actually. You love how he intertwines your hands like it’s a natural thing to do, how good it feels and how warm his hands are to your usually cold ones. You get another spoonful and place it close to his mouth and Yuji eats it, while he chews, you take a bite for yourself.

By that, you two are sitting beside each other, hands holding onto each other and sharing a pastry you two enjoy in a cute cafe.

—

You fiddle with your hands after you’ve heard what you just did. You feel all emotions at once but not an ounce of happiness.

‘Yuji is going back to the city he studies in.’ Is what your best friend told you. Even if he’s just going away to study, the city is hours away and he can only come back on breaks or weekends if he has time. The first time you met him was during the start of summer break, he was coming back from school to spend time with his family during summer before he went back. Now it's the start of spring and he came back this time during his freetime. And that’s when you started going out with Yuji after he asked you out.

Thought is nothing official, which you absolutely hate but you can’t do anything about it as you two are going at a slow pace. Whose idea it was, you have no idea but you guess it felt right for the two of you to take it slow. Especially since he’s your best friend's brother and if anything goes wrong, it just starts being awkward for you two, even if your best friend reassured you nothing will be awkward but that’s just an understatement.

You were sitting on Yuji’s bed in his bedroom, waiting for him to come back after getting you something small to eat. When he came back, he saw what you looked like and immediately put the snacks aside.

“You know, I’m not going away for a long time. I will be back for summer break.” He assures you and you nod then you shrug your shoulders lightly.

“It’s a long time though.” You’re mumbling softly as you fiddle with your hands before a larger hand is atop your own. Yuji’s hand was warm and comforting over your own and you twist your hands to be able to intertwine your fingers together. You look at your interlocked fingers before Yuji speaks up.

“You can visit me when you have free time.” He says cheerfully and you chuckle. “Yeah that’s true, but it’d be hard considering our studies.” You tell him then you giggle. “Well yours.” You lightly tease him as Yuji grins then pouts. “Which means I am gonna spend more time studying to be able to pass all the exams.” He sighs out, slumping down on the bed, dragging you along with him. Laying side by side on the bed, your interlocked hands were on top of Yuji’s abdomen and you felt Yuji lightly rub his thumb on your hand.

“We can video chat.” He says, turning his head to face yours. His close proximity never fails to make your body flush in warmth and feel like there’s butterflies all over your body. You nod your head at his words.

“Feels like you’re going away to war by how strongly I’m reacting.” You giggle at your own words while Yuji laughs. His eyes form into moon crescents while he lets out a hearty laugh. He is so cute like this, laughing and smiling.

“School is kind of a war zone.” He says and you chuckle, agreeing with him. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans his face in, putting his forehead against yours.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

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“I miss you already.”

That’s what Yuji said as he gave you a warm lingering hug. You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. You nuzzle your face into his chest.

“You’re making it sound like I'm the one going away to a different city, Yuji.” You giggle.

“By the next thirty minutes, we both will be in different cities, angel. So my reaction is valid.” He tells you by your ear before lightly pecking your temple.

Feeling his lips press a kiss on your temple, as you feel like a flustered mess and he is doing this before he goes away to a different city. The audacity of this guy.

He pulls away and holds your face in his hands before staring at you intently, his face looks so cute and serious like this that you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips. You see Yuji’s eyes flutter down to your mouth and you stop giggling.

Oh.

He is very serious right now.

“A kiss before I leave?”

At his question, you realize there’s never been a proper kiss between you two. Always light pecks on the cheek or forehead but never on the mouth. So when you come to your senses, you shake your head at his question. Yuji nods his head as he sees you do that, respecting your wishes, but didn’t expect what you would say next.

“You may get a kiss when you come back.” His eyes widened in surprise at your words before he grins.

“You better not break your promise.” He says happily, brushing his nose against yours and you grin at him.

“It wasn’t a promise.” You retort and he makes a noise of disagreement.

“Sounds like a promise to me.”

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You were waiting together with your best friend and her big brother Choso at the train station. Your friend tried to comfort you and calm your nerves. You were fiddling with your hands and almost scratched yourself too hard before you stopped doing that. You calm yourself by remembering all these days and months of talking to Yuji over the phone or texting him.

You haven’t been able to visit him at all, neither have he. While you felt bad for not being able to, so did he which you found silly and cute. Two people just profusely apologizing to each other over a simple matter.

Every night you two talked on the phone, stayed up all night just talking until either you fell asleep on the phone and the other one heard the light snores and silence from the other end. Unbeknownst to either of you, both of you always told the other one ‘goodnight’ before saying the three sweet words.

Yuji never failed to tell you he misses you every call, telling you how pretty you look even if you’re in your worst pajamas ever during video chats or how he wanted to give you a hug when you passed an exam. Every time he did that, your heart swelled up in love and adoration for Yuji.

And you never missed a beat to tell him how proud you are of him for passing his own exams despite the difficulty he had with his studies. He always beams in happiness at your words and then kisses the screen, making a loud smacking sound making you laugh before he tells you ‘that was a kiss for you, alright?’ which never fails to make you flustered despite how silly his actions are.

Yuji would always send you pictures of cakes and pastries he tried and captioned them ‘banging cake’ or something like ‘you would love this cake, buying it for you next time!’ with a heart emoticon. As he did that, you sent him pictures of pastries as well, but with a spoon close to the camera as if you’re gonna feed him through the screen. Yuji always sends messages showing he’s finding those pictures silly before he asks if the spoonful of cake is for him and you message him a ‘no’. So he sends a picture of him pouting. Which makes you send a picture of a similar picture and caption it ‘for you’ and Yuji sends another picture of himself, but with his mouth close to the camera like he’s gonna gobble the cake up.

When the days of when he would come back would close in, he’d list you stuff he’d do when he comes back. Hugging you tight, holding your hands, going on a bunch of dates and first of all, finally getting to kiss you. When he tells you off the kiss, it reminds you of your words you told him before he left.

��You may get a kiss when you come back.’

Seems like he hasn’t forgotten it either. But you could see behind the facade of his brave and cute words, he was nervous beyond that. His face would flush in reddish color when he tells you about the to-do list with you. Or the way he’d actually look somewhere else as he tells you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, waking you up from your thoughts of Yuji. Your best friend grins at you before she faces the other way. You look where she looked and your heart constricted before it burst.

You see him. You finally get to see him after months of talking and texting on the phone. You look at your friend, asking wordlessly for something you can’t remember before she just nods her head and tells you to go.

So you go and when you see Yuji just a few meters away and he sees you, your steps quickens in speed and you run towards him. Yuji takes off his big shoulder bag, making it fall on the ground before you jump into his arms and he holds you tightly. You laugh when he starts to twirl you around. You had no reason to think he’d ever drop you so you held onto him lovingly and tightly. You burrow your face into his neck as he holds you tighter and tighter. But it felt nice and good to be in his arms. You missed his embrace and the warmth he’d radiate.

When he stopped twirling you around, you pulled away from his neck and looked at him fondly and he was beaming with happiness. Your eyes flutter all over his face, taking in how messy his hair is and the way his nose and cheeks are flushed in color. You didn’t miss how Yuji’s gaze moved all over your face. “Hi.” You mutter softly.

You heard him mumble a ‘hi’ before whispering a ‘pretty’ before his face leans in closer to yours and you feel his mouth pressed up against yours. You lightly sigh in context at the kiss, thinking how he tastes like your favorite pastry. His mouth is warm and soft against your own. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours before pecking the corner of your mouth before he completely pulled away.

“Oopsie, I gave you a kiss there.” He smiles widely, making you chuckle. “I kept my promise.” You tell him and he raises a brow teasingly.

“So it was a promise after all.” He dramatically gasps and you giggle before nodding your head. Yuji teasingly shakes his head before kissing you once more. You kiss him back and you feel all the love poured into the kiss, making your body and heart fill with love for Yuji Itadori.

“Does this mean we are finally boyfriend and girlfriend now?” Yuji asks against your mouth and you smile before mumbling a ‘yes’ and Yuji grins in joy before kissing you once more.

Who would’ve thought you’d fall for the guy who almost knocked your plate of food off the table. Certainly not you or the guy who did it.

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enjoyed writing this so much I wrote it one go hihi (all my wips sobbing rn)

if you came this far and enjoyed this fic, a like and reblog would be incredibly appreciated mwah :3

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meekmedea · 28 days ago

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AU idea- at first Felix and Clemensia work together because they want to increase their own chances of winning.

For Clemmie, it’s because Reaper will interact with her if she gets Dill the treatment she needs.

For Felix, Dill is going to last a lot longer if Reaper is an ally.

Then they get attached/emotionally invested. Dill is pretty young, older than Felix’s younger sister, but in a way reminds him of her. Clemmie and Reaper build a tense sort of rapport and they’re each thinking it’s only an alliance, nothing more. But when Reaper snarks something under his breath and Clemmie laughs, they realize - Oh. Huh. Maybe you’re not that bad.

They try to pretend they’re not that attached – but Felix and Clemmie can both read each other fairly well. And they’re like, okay you don’t want to see them die either, do you?

Plan: get those two out. Except things go off script when they broach the topic with Reaper and Dill.

Reaper: You’re getting the rest of them out too, right?

Unfortunately (for Felix), he was talking with Reaper and he folded under his intense glare. “Yep. Of course we are.”

The plan has now been updated to - get them all out of here.

They’re going to need a lot more help because smuggling 24 tributes is a lot harder than just 2.

Clemmie asks Reaper to keep an eye on the other tributes then because if anything goes wrong, security will 110% be tightened.

Because everyone knows some tribute-mentor duos get along a lot worse than the others. (ie. Coral and Festus. Livia and Facet.)

Reaper: How am I supposed to do that? Clemmie: With your charming personality.

Somehow this is enough to avoid Arachne/Brandy’s death. Reaper is watching that day, and manages to haul Brandy away before she manages to cause harm.

The group project still goes on. Coriolanus wrote it, Arachne yapped on a lot. Clemensia was a bit distracted but gave occasional input.

Coriolanus tries not to side-eye Felix when he appears to walk Clemmie home. (Fun hc: While Felix lives in the Corso. He lives extremely far from where Clemmie lives. So to Coryo, something's up.)

Nobody gets subjected to the snakes the next day. (Thank Arachne. She made such a fuss about having to put her hand in the tank, Gaul just gave up and didn’t make anyone do it.)

Clemmie (+ Felix) have to work on finding more sympathetic mentors to help this escape attempt.

Recruits: Sejanus, Persephone, Lysistrata, Pup?

Also Clemmie and Felix have recently been meeting up at night by the enclosure to discuss with Reaper & Dill

Paid off the peacekeeper to look the other way (Felix)

Someone owed her father a favour (Clemmie)

Discussion includes - who not to invite onto this plan.

Felix: Absolutely not Coriolanus. Have you met him? Clemmie: That’s my best friend you’re talking about. Felix: I thought I was your best friend. Clemmie: This isn’t kindergarten, Felix, I’m allowed to have more than 1 best friend. Felix: But it’s Coriolanus. Need I say more? Reaper: He’s got a point. I don’t trust the blond. Felix: Ha! See? Reaper looking at Felix, then saying to Clemensia: You need better friends. Felix: Wait, what? Reaper, what is that supposed to mean???

#clemensia dovecote #felix ravinstill #reaper ash #dill #tbosas au #trying to help the tributes escape #status: they're working on it

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stormblessed95 · 2 years ago

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I have a question

Like Crazy is probably the most queercoded in Jimins songs, right after Filter.

But the song also begins with the pronoun "She's saying Baby come and follow me"

Some fans on Twitter are saying this is a reference to a gf or something.

Whats your take on this?

Hi! Thanks for your ask. Sorry for the delay in replying! And to start, I think it's fairly clear that I don't think Jimin is straight, in my opinion, based off my views. But in that same vein, I think he also likes women. I mean, he has shared previous school crushes on a girl with us. So a "she" in the lyrics of a love song, wouldn't ever really throw me off personally. But that's just me. On top of that, Jimin did share his notes of his lyric writing process for his songs on FACE. And we can see for Like Crazy, his original planned lyrics said "baby" in place of "she." So that probably got changed for a better flow, either he did that himself, or it was suggested to him by RM, Pdogg or one of the other people who helped and gave input to the song. Either way, I don't think it's indicative of a girlfriend or an ex girlfriend in anything factual. But everyone can think what they will and have their own opinions of it for sure.

Now, for me, honestly there is a lot of queer coding through this whole MV and through subsequent performances/choreo/promotions for this song as well. Lyric breakdown can be found here before we go further:

Music Video:

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And my first post about Like Crazy, where I talk about the song as a whole, what I think it's about AND touch on the queerness of Jimins gender expression throughout the MV:

To expand upon that, the choreo is a huge part of that and this person did a pretty good job breaking that down and sharing their theory over the dance too.

On top of in the extra content for FACE, similar references get lowkey pointed out in the FACE Playlist video, both in the LC MV and the Playlist video. Which you can watch here

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During the Set Me Free portion, things line up very similarly to Freddie's "I want to break free" video, where he cross dresses. And for those who don't know, he fairly openly queer as an artist. He was involved with both men and women regardless of never openly stating or confirming his sexuality (that I know of). In the video, we also see Jimin looking through vinyls, including Queen and Nirvana. AND in the LC MV set, we see on the wall writing that says "Set Me Free" "Moon" "Wake" among others AND a Queen sticker too.

I want to break free video:

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He talks and makes references to accepting both sides of himself a lot. It's in his stylistic choices, his art, how he expresses himself. And it's been a repeated theme for AWHILE now and if you aren't seeing it... it's because you don't want to

To get deeper into it, some of the historic queer imagery and iconography Jimin used in this MV specifically and just in FACE promotions in general... would include Philip Johnson, the architect of the Glass House, openly gay and where the term "the glass closet" was coined from. A photo of his is once again in the FACE Playlist video.

Robert Mapplethorpe, his portrait on the jeans Jimin wore through the MV and several images in his photobook I believe too. A photographer specializing in male and female nude works, among other things. Including his most controversial work being his documentation of the gay male BDSM subculture scene.

In the photobook, he is pictured several times in an outfit where he is wearing Jean Paul Gaultier y/series Bodymorph jeans. Specifically he is wearing the "woman" set. The designer Specifically described this series as exploring and playing with the concepts of gender, he liked the idea of there being a mens set, and a womens set and them being able to overlap each other. The bodymorph clothing sets have naked human body prints on them. So!Yoon who recently worked with and is friends with RM (if not friendly with the other members too) also recently wore these in her album release as well. You can interpret him wearing these as you choose of course. I personally think it's speaks fairly clearly to the same things I was talking about above, with him referencing all things gender and how he is leaning into the more typical feminine iconography here with these pants for his softer side of the photoshoot for his album.

I think looking at the designs for both sets also makes it more clear which ahem, set, Jimin is wearing too. Lol and how some of the models are mixing the sets (including So!Yoon wearing the women's set as well in a diff color)

And lastly, while it might not have to do with the album directly, it does involve Jimin and is worth mentioning here as it was lowkey part of album promotions. During the first ever performance aired of Like Crazy on the Jimin Fallon show, Jimin worked with 8 backup dancers and one of them was nonbinary and shared their experience and how comfortable, welcoming, non judged and appreciated Jimin and staff made them feel the whole time. How they got to just be who they were the whole time. It speaks the type of environment Jimin cultivates around himself all the time.

Performance video:

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And during the teaser that was shared of Jimin working on his album with Pdogg and others. They talked about how for 10 months, Jimin basically lived in Pdoggs house. They all just lived together and ate, slept, breathed this album. Lol and in the hallway of Pdogg's house, we see that he has a Stonewall rainbow art piece. Which if that is what that is, is very special to have the education over Stonewall and the support of for that in your home in Korea. I won't speak to it either way, if that is what it is, great. If it's not. I'm just going to enjoy a rainbow in the same shot as Jimin regardless. Lol

Teaser video:

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At this point, there is deep references to historic queer iconography in so much of Jimins art, it's fair to say we aren't guessing anymore. He is as out as he can be without explicitly saying anything. For me personally at least. And no one is owed an explicit coming out from anyone for any reason. If you listen to what he says, what he sings about, what he photographs, what he dances, what he shares with us? It's all right there too see. So plainly. Queer people have always had to talk and listen between the lines. It's there if you want to see it. And it's fair for queer armys and queer people to react and talk about the continuous use of queer icons and imagery Jimin has used over the years. It's not assuming anything. It's just listening to what he is telling us and sharing.

Thank you for the ask. And thanks to anyone who read the whole thing. 💜

#Jimin FACE #JM Like Crazy #JM rainbow moments

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this-acuteneurosis · 1 year ago

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Can I just say how much I appreciate the fact you don't stray much from the movies?

It's just so refreshing to see a fic that is built on a clear, unbiased and simple canon base. This way, as you demonstrated, a writer not only has the ability to further explore the main themes and ideas introduced in the source material, but they can also go ahead and naturally develop their own by branching out on those fundamentals. They can offer their perspective by using the source material to their advantage, instead of working against it or even worse, trying to include all contradicting canon aspects. Part of writing a fic is kind of like offering your input in a conversation/disagreement. You have to listen carefully to what the other person is saying in order to form your answer...If you're listening to a thousand different people who are all saying a different thing (in this case, The clone wars, legends, novels, comics ect), you won't be able to give an answer that makes sense, much less give a structured and stable opinion.

I love how you were like "I know star wars is entering an era of a shit ton of spin off content with seemingly no end and most star wars fans know shit like who chewie lost his virginity to and what the kessel run is but screw this. The movies and maybe some late night wiki research is enough."

And you were right.

It's so funny, because I feel like I do ultimately stray pretty far from the movies. Not in terms of events I guess, but especially the prequels, I reject some of the underlying assumptions of what is said on screen and just treat it like fallible people strongly asserting opinions that no one calls them on. See: everything I ever assert about the Force/Anakin's "destiny."

I do think it helped me to stick with limited material. And it wasn't even because I saw all of this new SW content coming. I've mentioned this before, but when I started writing Don't Look Back (when it was just Like Fire and I naively believed I was gonna be done in 200k words, lol, rip past me) I hesitated a lot because as far as I was concerned, I wasn't a Star Wars Fan.

I'd watched the OT and PT multiple times. I knew that novels and games and cartoons existed, I knew people had consumed them all. I had been reading some SW fic because @mylongsufferingroommate had been sending me stuff they were enjoying and I was having fun with it. But like, I would never have called myself a Fan. I got goaded into writing this fic by people who knew me too well and really wanted a political thriller. I wouldn't have called them Star Wars Fans either.

Limiting myself to the six movies I had watched was a preemptive defense mechanism against a fan base I wasn't sure would want to accept me. My thin skin is my own problem, but every time I think about writing in a new fandom the same sort of nerves take me: what if my fanon is "wrong" and people are mean?

I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you so much to everyone who gave me a chance and encouraged me and were excited and shared that excitement.

And please, for the love of all the sky and stars DON'T GATEKEEP FANDOMS.

Don't tell people their canon is too big (@blue-sunshine-mauve-morning and @chancecraz have amazing fics that are much more compliant than mine to the broader canon, as a quick example), and definitely don't tell people their canon is too small. Walk away if you aren't enjoying something. Give compliments when you like something that is unique in a fandom you're familiar with. Be patient with people, be kind.

I could easily have given this story up if people hadn't been patient with me. I got comments as early as my first chapter from people who were angry with a single thing that I said and felt the need to tell me I was wrong. I could have left. I could have stopped.

I'm glad I didn't. But I wonder how many other people have.

#writing #people are so kind #fandom #stop gatekeeping #please #canon what canon #me just playing around in my own little sandbox #hoping you all are enjoying the show #anxious someone might steal my toys #or knock over my castle #yes I'm still like this #my thin skin problem

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herrlindemann · 2 years ago

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Break Out - June 2004, interview with Till and Flake

Thanks to Ramjohn for the scans!

For a long time it was very quiet around Germany's most popular critics' band. Three years after the 'Mutter’ release, the kings of martial rock are back with their new album 'Reise, Reise' - and, to anticipate it, with a good deal of courage for change. The last few years have been very stressful for the sextet from the greater Berlin area - several world tours, new records, monstrous live performances and always anxious not only to convey something audible to the fan, but also to always have something for the eye with them. All this also leaves its mark and shapes a band. On a muggy Friday afternoon in June, we met with Lindemann and Dr. Lorenz for a nice chat about the new CD, the past and the future in a luxury hotel in Munich.

In recent months, rumors have been circulating that the band has fallen out and is about to break up.

Flake: With six men, it's completely normal to argue, and rumors result in things that are half-said, for example on the Internet or something - we would have said something if it had come to that. Funnily enough, I found out about this when I went to Sound & Drumland to buy a cable. I asked the seller to issue the invoice to Rammstein, but he said to me: 'Why Rammstein, what do you need a cable for, you don't exist anymore?' I just thought: Aha!

Till: I think there were also rumors that Richard moved to New York, I went back to Mecklenburg, which is actually where I'm from. And maybe someone gave an interview in the wrong place, where it also happened that we once had a fight — and since everyone always thought that Rammstein had the East German collective spirit blah blah blah over the years — is that end of the band? There is nothing to all of that, and besides, we fight all the time, and that's part of it!

Flake: On top of that, Richard is working on a solo project, but I don't know how far that's progressed either.

Interesting, Richard Kruspe-Bernstein is working on his solo project.

Till: He asked us if he could do something of his own alongside Rammstein, and we gave him carte blanche — and why not. Richard has always brought a lot of input to the band. For this reason, there was once more space on this recording for the new CD, so that others in the band also had their chance to get involved. We created an organic rehearsal room situation where everyone could contribute this time. Richard then does his solo project on the side, but that's his and no one knows how far it's gotten. I also published a book and took part in a film. Flake and Paul have been writing a book. All of this is also a way in which we deal with each other in a much more relaxed manner and have also become more tolerant. Previously this would have been impossible. It used to be take or die with the band. I think it's really good that the reins have loosened up a bit and everyone says: you do yours, I'll do mine. Despite all that, we made a great record and that's a state of affairs that I really applaud!

When listening to 'Reise, Reise' it is already noticeable that Rammstein have tried to break new ground here. The single release 'Mein Teil' hits the classic Rammstein notch, while other songs are much more poetic/melancholic/musical ('Amour' — Alexandra could have sung this song too! 'Morgenstern', 'Wo bist du') come along . But then they also have softened sing-along songs to offer like 'America' or 'Reise, Reise'. The song 'Flugangst' could also have been on the 'Sehnsucht' album. The whole thing is much more multifaceted and will make the classic Rammstein fan who loves the brute guitar work ponder and the new one, even more. Thanks to the singing voice of Till Lindemann, the fan that needs to be developed is more likely to bring Rammstein closer. The tightrope walk that Rammstein walked with 'Reise, Reise' impressed me and was successful.

Flake: You're like a doctor.

Till: We're coming back with 'Mein teil’. The boys are back in town. I'm a little annoyed because I was really annoying in the beginning when we recorded the song 'Amour' because that song was kind of a duet thing like that Kylie Minogue/Nick Cave thing. The verse sung by a woman, that would have been nice. But nobody listened to me, because I have nothing to report anyway…. [grin!]. This is the worst nerd in the group anyway [Lindemann points to Dr. Lorenz]. Look, he's gotten really skinny.

Flake: We don't write songs in the traditional sense. We just stood in the rehearsal room and made music together. Completely freely and without any of us giving any instructions. We were never away from the window. After 'Mutter’ we toured for two years, then we basically had six weeks off and then we started working on point. The creative process for this record started immediately after the tour. This time we were very quick with the plate because there were no complications. We didn't have to mix anything twice, and we didn't have to move anything. It was actually the first record that went according to plan that was really fast and relaxed.

Till: The stages like mixing took eight weeks. We had a few more songs on the schedule and that's why there was this momentary delay. But everyone was always in the right place at the right time. Even Richard was always there when he needed to be there. This time the record was actually made in the rehearsal room and like before, where tapes were brought into the rehearsal room and then the songs were made. In general, this record was made entirely by all of us in a collaborative effort.

The most provocative title on the record is undoubtedly 'Mein Teil'. The text is about the 'Cannibals of Rottenburg - Armin Meiwes', who became well-known in the media, and shows the human abyss.

Flake: This story has nothing to do with cannibalism. The Word is wrong in this regard. If you eat each other by mutual consent as a type of relationship - that also has something to do with sex and love - that's not cannibalism, the word is just wrong. We're not singing about cannibalism, we're singing about this one case of Armin. We're not breaking a taboo, we're just presenting the matter.

Till: The question is which part of a body belongs in which hole - well, we know classic sex, but this is about a completely different form of sexuality. This is some kind of multiple oral sex!

Ok, but what about the subsequent death?

Till: That doesn't matter. People die from taking viagra or coke and lying on a hooker. This is also fatal. If that made him happy, as he wanted, that he died doing it, then that's sick, but so sick that it's fascinating!

Flake: We don't break taboos when The Star makes a six-page article about it with colorful photos and everyone thinks it's okay — and when we make a song about it, everyone sticks to it.

Till: That's not true, because The Star received a very big reprimand from the press authority. But that is what distinguishes The Star from leaning out of the window like that. And The Star, who is always so polarizing and criticizing, who is always very strict with everything, also drew a lottery ticket this time, because such a story is of course also appealing. In addition, everyone took care of this story, the Bild Zeitung has probably never sold as well as with these articles. Besides, we all know that such a thing exists and that it happens. Meiwes also claimed in all seriousness in court that he loved him in the few hours that they knew each other, even while eating, and he wants to be a part of him. It's kind of the dark side of love — it might even be a love song. We've also got the aunt out of the grave and you next to it, ‘Heirate mic’ — that kind of thing just happens. I find that kind of thing fascinating.

Flake: That's crazier than if Till made it up — if he sat down at his desk and it turned out to be a relationship story where one cuts off the other's tail and they eat it up together and then he eats it up. Everyone would then have said, What kind of sick imagination does Till have, what's going on in Till's head? But it was just there and it's the truth!

When it comes to the song 'Amerika', opinions differ. A great song to sing along to, which will certainly be one of the new highlights at the live concerts " ...Amerika Amerika - Coca Cola - Wonderbra and Sometimes War... ". But why didn't Till Lindemann provoke more here in his text?

Till: Provoke even more? We don't want to criticize. We already have the problem that 'Amerika' is interpreted as a political song. And it is now being assumed that Rammstein is becoming political and we only want to list facts and facts, just like we do with Armin, that really happens and everyone is involved. Since the Iraq war, this has also become an issue for us. We hung the pictures of Saddam's palace in Baghdad in the rehearsal room before and after the Americans were there. The Americans sit in the armchair with a dull look, smoke, have their guns at the ready, and are occupying again. I sat with Flake with the pictures and we tried to understand how many little wars they've started over the last twenty years. In South America, Latin America, Angola, Korea, Vietnam — they had a lot of construction sites. Hence this 'sometimes war': It's like the Coca Cola can in the Marian Trench, where the deep sea diver goes down and finds this Coca Cola can at the bottom. They put their flag on the moon — the Americans are everywhere! Even if you buy a German coffee machine, the instructions for use are in English. This is Americanized and the subculture, such as food, is spread all over the world. It's spreading like a plague. There's this bacillus that crawls everywhere, and I wouldn't be surprised if Santa Claus comes to Africa. Halloween is now being celebrated more and more here — we used to call it carnival in the East. It was actually the same procedure as the children wore masks, and I was an absolute fan of dressing in women's clothes. I always thought that was cool, but it's a dark side of me [grin!]. Now it's Halloween and people cut open pumpkin heads. The frightening thing is that everyone forgets their cultures and traditions and accepts it all without resisting it. It's just adapted that way. In Mecklenburg, plastic reindeer stand in the front yard at Christmas and people decorate their houses with fairy lights. When I see that, I get a crisis and it really annoys me. We didn't tour as much in America with 'Mutter’ as before, because they only have 110 volts in America, and we have 220 volts, the guitars sound much better there [Long and loud laughter all around!!]. We also brought German culture to America. Ask America for special German stories, they say Mercedes, Schumacher, AEG and Rammstein. We have become an institution. I was also very enthusiastic about our German government for not heeding the American call to go to war. Beforehand, I would have sworn stone and bone that they would take part, and I thought it was all the more wonderful that they said no. Nevertheless, I also find good things about the Americans. For example a lot of movies, great musicians and music and in some things they are already leaders in the world, but I don't like the world police thing that much.

Flake: You can't blame the Americans either. We were there right after 9/11 and saw how the Americans deal with it. Underneath every TV report was 'We Strike Back' or 'God Bless America' as if they were completely uncriticious, and then I just saw them in a village in Oklahoma watching Afghanistan being bombed with these infrared images. They stood there and applauded like baseball. Then I saw that I was afraid of these people - a dull mass who are happy when bombs fall. I've never been a great friend of the Americans, and whether we succeed there or not, I don't give a fuck. I don't have to like everyone who buys my CDs.

In addition to the songs already mentioned, there was also a treat in the form of the song 'Los'. An unplugged song that shows Rammstein from a totally different, but very pleasant side. So far, however, it is not clear whether the band-related song will be on 'Reise, Reise' or not.

Till: Shit, I don't even want to hear that. It's a good song, but I don't want to put it on the record. That's a good b-side or something.

Flake: I generally have a problem with a band singing about themselves, I find that very dangerous. You know that from these hip hoppers like 'Hey we're here, my voice is the microphone, my weapon in the street fight...' that's all really embarrassing, or just like the rockers used to be 'Yes, we rock and we are the Rock'n 'Roller..' I find that disgusting, because you can see that it's a rock band. The music of 'Los' is actually a very dull Rammstein riff where we then just took the riff away. The original sounds almost akin to 'Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen?'.

Till: There were opinions in the band to dig up the old roots. Listen, here's something from way back. So a remix or a second version of the song was made. We were in Stockholm in the back room of our studio and between Paul, Oliver, Flake and Schneider the guitar was going around trying to spin on this Morricone tune. Schneider used to be a blues guitarist and started playing the scheme and was the winner. At the time I would never have thought that it would become a song of its own. For me there was no question that this song should not be on the record. Maybe as a hidden track attached to the back. We will see. I like the original a lot better because there's a really good chorus on 'Los' and that's completely gone on the current version.

At the last Christmas party, Rammstein delighted the crowd of fans with the 'Lichtspielhaus' DVD. Well done, but for me also with many deficits. For example, why only this short excerpt from the 'Big Day Out' in Australia and why not the complete legendary ’96 Arena concert? One would have wished for more from the TV trailers, too.

Till: About the '96 arena concert, you can call Emu, our manager, and tell him to publish it — I can only underline that.

Flake: From the Australian concert there are only these recordings. I think that's a pity too, but we really don't have any more material. I also like the arena concert. As far as TV goes, I can tell you we're a bit TV shy because we seem very awkward in front of the camera. That then disenchants the Rammstein myth, and for this reason television is not the right medium for us.

Till: Basically, we suck in front of the camera. It's ok on stage, but not when it comes to interviews or reports.

Rammstein has also suffered from stagnant sales figures since 'Mutter’. But the band is also concerned about the rapidly fluctuating music industry and its users.

Till: Downloading, burning CDs and downloading for free on the net are the biggest problems. I find the whole thing sickening. I think it's stealing when someone can download music for free. That music is offered too expensively is another story, the record company has to bear this consequence. I think the Russians found a good solution. In Russia there is a huge market called Kyrilix. It was agreed with the record company that the price for a CD would be halved so that something would come in at all. I think that would be a good compromise. It's crazy, I walk through Moscow and find photos of us that I can't remember myself. We once sang a song live in Russian in Russia, and they recorded it and released it. They probably bugged us while we were fucking in the hotel, and now you can buy that too. I'm curious about this single song downloading story. Then bands just have to straighten themselves out and admit that they're not coming up with a smash hit and you have to go along with all the other bad songs. I download a song for one euro — I think that's a good way of getting paid. This could then result in a way of marketing as it actually has to be. If nothing happens, the medium of music will go down the drain. Television is now doing these superstar or popstar stories and exploiting the rights in a similar way as record companies have done and making a huge profit from it. I don't think that's good. Same problem with a lot of good bands that will never have a chance to get out. The record companies say we don't have the money to offer you a deal or to do a studio thing. Take Rammstein: what we experienced with our record company was perhaps unique, but they believed in us, invested a lot of money in us, and we are then obliged to give it back to them. At some point we'll be out of contract and then we can do whatever we want - but without this record company we'd be a fart in the wind.

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Flake #Paul Landers #Richard Kruspe #Christoph Schneider #Oliver Riedel #2004 #interview #translation #*scans #*

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loveofbots · 2 years ago

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hii this is my first time asking so im a bit nervous hehe

i'd like to request swerve x autistic GN human reader bc we don't get enough swerve or autistic readers...

specifically how he would comfort reader during/after a sensory overload? had one recently and just need some comfort hehe

(fyi sensory overload is like the name suggests, too much sensory input at once which can lead to anxiety, irritability, discomfort, all that not so fun stuff)

please ignore if you don't write for this sorta stuff tho, i understand :)

thanks! <3

- Raft

Dawg you like me fr, gender neutral, autistic, swerve simp /lh

Thank you so much Raft for blessing me with being able to write for my husband swerve

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload, hurt/comfort

Swerve had invited you to the opening of his bar. You were excited to go and support your partner Swerve, although deep down something was uneasy.

Like a pit weighing your heart down the feeling of dread continued to creep up on you as the hours ticked by. As much as you tried to push it aside, it stayed and festered in you. Trying to focus on positives you remembered that it would be all of your cybertronian friends there. They were all very conscious of your personal space (minus whirl) so you would be ok.

But the noise… the lights… it was getting too much. Sitting at the bar you started to drift out of the conversation again. The clinking of glass making you flinch and laughter making your muscles tense to a painful degree.

You wanted it to stop so bad, but you were frozen in place by social obligation. Walking out wasn’t necessarily an option either. You were a long way from the ground and with your jaw glued shut by anxiety, you couldn’t ask anyone for help.

Skids noticed you first, seeing your knuckles white as you gripped the glass you were holding for some sort of grounding. The blue mech quickly informed Swerve, who’s attention landed straight on you. He blamed himself for this situation you were in. Damnit! He knew he should’ve brought some noise cancelling headphones!

“Y/N.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his optics. “Are you okay?” Of course not. You kept stimming uncomfortably and we’re getting a headache.

Shaking your head in reply, unsure whether or not you were coming off as annoyed at the moment. It didn’t matter, Swerve had concocted a plan with Rung just for this sort of thing. He left Skids in charge of the bar, not even saying a word to any of the other patrons in the bar.

Instead your lover gently scooped you up, being careful to avoid jostling you to much. The sturdiness of his frame was a welcome one, and the change of position gave you enough motivation to at least become comfortable in his grasp. The minibot toted you out of the bar and the noise of the crowd faded away.

You still didn’t speak, but Swerve’s kind words were beginning to ground you back to reality.

“There ya go. Deep breaths hun, it’s okay now. I’ve got ya. The party will be fine- I was showing Skids how to mix drinks all fancy earlier. You know the flips with the shakers that you like so much? He knows how to do that too! So he will entertain everyone until you’re rested up. No hurry babe.” Most would think that his constant rambling would upset you further, how wrong they were. You lover’s speech was like a sweet little lullaby.

Reaching the habsuite he set you on the shared berth, not bothering with the lights except for one lamp in the far corner of the room. He set you upon your throne of soft blankets, pillows, and favourite toys. Swerve was quick to pick up anything you could stim with on shore leave, so you were stacked with everything you needed. The short mech only disappeared for a moment to return with some water and your favourite comfort food. He set them beside you to, not pressuring them on you.

“Come here sweetspark.” Swerve shuffled over onto the birth and let you climb onto his chassis. “Take as long as you need.” He was such a sweetheart, so kind. How did you score such a heartthrob?

Unsure at first, his digits brushed your cheek. When you didn’t pull away his derma quirked up into a smile. “There’s my wonderful softy. Feeling better already? Wanna cuddle?”

After nodding another quick yes, Swerve got the two of you comfortable for recharge, or to just simply watch you do something calming. You had Swerve, and he had you. And that was the most wonderful thing he could ask for.

#i know when I’m overstimmed I shut down #for like an hour #transformers #mtmte #tf #idw #maccadam #sfw #swerve’s #swerve #lost light #ll x reader #requests #nonverbal #autistic!reader

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namorslutfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I love your work but i'm not here to request anything. I'm here to ask something bc i read the post about fans/privacy and i'd like your input.

This is kind of embarrassing and my first time talking about it so openly but, when I get a crush on an actor and find info that he's dating I get sad. I compare it to when you have a crush on real life and find out the same and have that little sting in your heart, you know what i mean? My question is, do you think this is normal? I honestly avoid talking about this out of embarrasment but as someone who grew up in a culture where the way to sell the artists was selling them to the public as datable, I tend to have that reaction. I try not to be hard on myself because at the end of the day I think that this might happen because there's sort of parasocial relationships with artists you admire. But I'd like to know if it's a normal reaction or if I should work on something within myself.

With all of this said, I'd like to add that I would NEVER send hate or threats to the partner in question. And also if I were to come across info that I consider might be private, I wouldn’t share it either.

I'm eager to read your input. Thank you and gave a goodnight!

Honestly. It's totally normal to feel a little disappointed or jealousy. But recognizing that those are feelings based on a very biased view you have of that celebrity helps you work through it.

Parasocial relationships are a fine line to walk. It can easily fall into delusion. But the important part is to keep grounded. I can scream all day and night of how much I love Tenoch but I only love what I know of him. Which is only what I as a fan am allowed to know without ever knowing him personally. That is not love its admiration and infatuation. Which is totally valid. And is a type of love.

As long as you don't take it to crazy possessive lengths, being a fan is totally fine. Look up "sasaeng" fans in kpop. That's a perfect example of people who take the parasocial relationship way too far.

Jealousy and disappointment is normal when it comes to unreciprocated adoration, in real life or with someone we admire. As long as you don't attack people because of those feelings you are fine.

I don't think you necessarily need to work on anything. I think you recognize that those feelings are valid but also not something to dwell on or take to heart.

Thank you for trusting me with this!

I appreciate your vulnerability.

I am always here to talk. My messages are open to everyone.

#ask #ask me

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aliceward · 1 year ago

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Dream About Ebony

What Does it Mean to Dream About Ebony?

Dreaming of ebony can symbolize pessimism, and it’s often associated with wood.

Ebony wood is often associated with negative emotions because of the words typically used to describe it. For example, one might say they are “ebonized” when having a bad day or feeling low about themselves. Ebony indicates wanting something different than what others have and unreal expectations for people around them based on fear and insignificance.

Dream About Ebony

In this dream, you may have seen dark colors. You could’ve also noticed furniture made of ebony and heard the song ‘Ebony and Ivory’ playing all around you. Furthermore, it seems like there was something that required an ebony material to be created or built because not only did your mind wander towards such a thing, but perhaps someone else even suggested as much!

If you receive a gift made of ebony, it may be an indication that positive changes are in your future.

Detailed dream meaning

Ebony wood is known to be a symbol of truth and self-knowledge, so dreaming about it could mean you’re working out the secrets in your life. If there’s fake ebony furniture — like if everything went up for sale at IKEA or something — this would indicate that you were being false and materialistic with others.

A gift of ebony is a positive sign that someone trusts you and values your friendship. You should be grateful to the person who gives you this symbol because it means they hold good thoughts about you in waking life, too!

Ebony is a complex, dense wood that was used to make carvings. To whittle or carve something out of ebony indicates that you are stirring yourself up and turning your wheels in life - doing things needlessly without getting anywhere.

This is a dream in which ebony appears. It indicates that you are trying to get your feelings across. Still, the other party doesn’t understand it correctly. It isn’t taking any action on what they have been told or shown about themselves. In this case, try harder until there is an outcome that will be good for both parties involved.

Have someone look up to you or feel misunderstood by others. Then your dreams may be trying to tell you that something is not as it seems.

The input makes for an adequate summary. However, the output could provide more context and meaning behind why this dream occurs if given a further explanation of each associated scenario with its respective outcome.

The ebony dream left me feeling happy, kind, appreciative, and glad for all I have in life. It made me feel thankful to be alive and loved by others. While dreaming of ebony that night, it also gave me a sense of contentment - like everything was going to work out or how everything and everyone eventually ends up working their problems and differences out in one way or another. Either good or bad but still leading you onto the path you’re supposed to go on regardless if things don’t always turn out perfectly according to your vision/plan/idea at the given time.

Uncover Hidden Dream Meanings

Ebony furniture or ebony items are the most common types of ebony in a dream, however sometimes the color that ebony is can also be indicative to the dream interpretation. Some people may also look up “ebony” nights for a dream question.

Dreaming of ebony as anything other than the wood is a sign of looking at things in a pessimistic view.

The color and the phrases associated with the word are usually ones that are negative or filled with sadness. They indicate a loss to a person’s life or a sorrow based on fear and insignificance. The wood ebony indicates wanting something different, exotic fantasies of riches and wealth, and having unreal expectations of others.

In this dream you may have

Seen ebony colors.

Seen furniture made of ebony.

Heard the song, ‘Ebony and Ivory.’

Wanted something that was ebony.

Positive changes are afoot if

Someone gives you something made of ebony.

Detailed dream meaning

Dreaming of ebony wood in the home is a way of your psyche working out the facts of your life that are not true or ones that you hide from others. Fake colored ebony furniture is a sign of being false and materialistic.

Receiving something made of ebony is a good sign of trust in a friendship. It is also indicative of someone putting you in high regard. If you know the person who gives you the ebony gift then it is this person you see that thinks of you this way in your waking life.

Whittling or creating something out of ebony indicates that you are stirring yourself up or turning your wheels. It is an indication of doing something needlessly or pointlessly in your life.

Ebony is an uncommon present for others. When you offer ebony to someone else in the form of an item such as a box or trinket this is a sign of your own self opening up. You may be trying to get your own feelings to someone or open up to someone but you feel that they aren’t receptive. When you have a dream like this it tells you to try harder and the outcome will be good.

This dream is in association with the following scenarios in your life...

Being stuck in a rut.

Doing the same thing over and over again.

Having someone look up to you.

Being superficial or fake.

Hiding yourself from others.

Feeling like people don’t understand you.

Feelings that you may have encountered during a dream of ebony

Happy. Kind. Appreciative. Glad. Thankful. Loved. Cherished. Content. Impressed. Gratitude.

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generouskittentidalwave · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for the input! ^^ however there are some things I would like to adress.

First and foremost, just because someone is a good soldier does not mean that they aren't a good person. I feel like that isn't a great assumption of a lot of people, both back then and now, that are forced to fight in the war, and labeling them as something bad when you have no real way to tell by that alone. As you said yourself, war isn't pretty, and there are no morals about it. No one thinks about morals in war both then and now. If you think, you are dead. If you hesitate, you are dead. If you don't attack the one in front of you then they will kill you instead and you would be dead. It's like you said, it's all about surviving and winning so you can go home. That's not just what Odysseus wants, that's what everyone wants in a war. For it to be over, to survive so you can go back home. No one wants to be there when forced to be in a war, everyone just wants to live and go home. You can't say someone is good or bad for making decisions that lead to people getting hurt or killed in a war that they are forced to be in. You can't judge someone's character or morals in a fight that involves no morals at all, only to kill or be killed.

However, Odysseus made his own mistakes and obviously committed his own war crimes during the war that you can judge him about. However, being a good soldier doesn't have anything to do with that, rather it has everything to do with Odysseus personally.

Secondly, and I am sorry if I accidentally gave you the wrong idea ^^" but I am not saying the ideas and implications of why Odysseus did what he did are right or wrong, including the ones implying that it was Agamemnon who forced him to do so. I just mentioned them to show that many of them exist, and why it's impossible to have an agreeded upon idea on why he did it, if he did for good or if he did it out of ill will, hence why I never use it to really judge his character as the greeks didn't really seem to know themselves.

Odysseus is logical, and that was my point in my post. He wouldn't be an asshole and ditch him out of annoyance but he wouldn't blindly tend to him either. I wasn't bringing up the assumption that he brought up the idea just because of nice wishful thinking, same goes for the other instances of sacrifices as well, but as an educated guess on his character that he would understand that Philoctetes not only angered the gods, which poses him as a risk to them, but also the fact that his wound is uncurable which would make him a liability, there is also the possibility that there was the thought that he is safer on island and has a better chance of living rather than being brought into a violent war while already being horribly wounded. Odysseus goal was to keep his side alive as long as possible, as you said yourself, so it's not out of reach to say that he left Philoctetes on the island as there is less of a risk of him dying there rather than dying in a war.

Odysseus probably would've brought this stuff up and everyone would be convinced that they most likely will just have to leave him behind for the reasons that Odysseus tells them.

Yes I know most things in greek mythology are plot devices and that's how the story works, but I meant it in the sense that they used Odysseus abandoning Philoctetes as a way to push Philoctetes story without putting much thought into Odysseus or his reasoning behind things other than he left him on the island and that was it.

With this combined with the fact there are so many different versions of the specifics and of Odysseus in the story it's impossible for me to judge his character because of what happened, I can only make an assumption. And both you, and I, in the end are simply making assumptions. Neither of us know if he did it to be a good or bad person, the greeks never put that kind of thought into it so they didn't even know themselves, just that it happened and it's important specifically to philoctetes story, not Odysseus but Philoctetes. And at the end of the day, both our assumptions are just as valid as any other, both assumptions made back then and the assumptions that we make now.

This is a really interesting conversation to talk about and I'm glad that I got the chance to really talk this out with someone as it has been on my mind for a bit lately! ^^

What happened with Philoctetes being abandoned was used as a plot device for his character and future events and that's why I never use it to judge Odysseus's character. There, I said it.

The reason I say this? Is because back then the greeks came to an agreement that Philoctetes was left on the island of Lemnos after getting a snake bite, and that Odysseus convinced them to leave him behind.

However, despite all the research, I can never find exactly why Odysseus decided to leave him behind. Some imply that he didn't like all the cries from Philoctetes festering wound and left him behind, in others it's implied that he was forced to leave him behind by the others, others imply that it was a plan in order to find a way to get him back eventually, others imply that Odysseus saw him as a lost cause, that he would weigh them down, etc.. It seems like no one could agree on one thing or a reason why, just that it happened and that was basically it. They weren't really focused on giving Odysseus an in depth reasoning, just that he decided to leave Lemnos behind and that story would be a suprise tool that would help them later.

We may never know Odysseus's true thought process or reasonings as to why, as it is all left to be implied and seeing as there are many versions of Odysseus throughout both greek and modern history combined with the fact that there wasn't a universally agreed upon reasoning for it, I never use it to judge Odysseus's character as it feels impossible to do so.

For me personally, if I had to take an educated guess on his thought process seeing as we don't really know what it was, Odysseus doesn't seem like the kind of guy to just go- "hah, rotting foot? Must be a skill issue lmao" before then just dipping but I don't think he would just blindly be like "Nuuuh my friendo, my bestie has an ouchy we can't leave him behind like this!" Either. Odysseus's is a very complicated man, but was neither saint nor monster either, rather being the inbetween, and that was shown a lot in stories. So I wholeheartedly feel like it probably was the same situation with what happened with the other situations like Iphigenia, Troilus, Polyxena, etc.. where the man either offhandely makes the suggestion or does the hard decisions himself for reasons either known or unknown.

That's atleast my thoughts on it, I know everyone has there own thoughts on it as well ^^ and I could be wrong but please don't beat me over the head if I am ^^", that's just what I think about it all

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#my art #nature painting #no matter how long i mess with this piece i can't get to a place where i'm happy with it so i'm just gonna stop it here #idk it still looks flat #i think it's because the back part is a hill instead of a field. so you don't see much distance #if it were a flat field with some hills in the far distance maybe it'd look better #either way THANK YOU to everyone who gave their input #this was a learning experience

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castle-in-the-air0 · 2 years ago

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oh, how easy one burns

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader

(x OC over on AO3, for those who prefer that). Either way, no use of (y/n).

Summary:

Aemond’s hand tightened on your shoulder, and he spun you to face him. “You should not have danced with him.” The panic once coursing through you spiked into a furious rage, licking and scorching your spine. Rage at Lorent, for betraying your friendship so easily. Rage at Aemond, however unwarranted, for not coming to your rescue sooner, for behaving as though it pained him to sit by your side for longer than but a moment.

Rating: M, just to be safe. minors I am in your walls. begone.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Canon typical sexism/gender roles. A guy (not Aemond) get's pushy and a lil' rough. Threat of violence. Reader, though described as a Lannister and shorter than Aemond, has no other distinguishing features. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Thanks to everyone who gave me input on my last post regarding whether or not to use y/n!!! It was kinda 50/50 on the matter, so I decided to do reader insert here and an oc over on AO3. So if that's more your speed, check that one out :)

As the young Lady Lannister, you had long known where your place was in the world, what your duty was to your family. It had been drilled into you since you were young; first by your mother and then by your Septa, later in life. Your mother had never once lied to you about what your life would entail. You would marry some noble lord, an heir to a Great House if you were lucky, or perhaps one of your father’s more powerful bannermen to strengthen alliances. You would give your husband heirs and run his household, just as you’d been taught, and if you were lucky, then just maybe you’d love your husband as your mother had grown to love your father.

Never did you think you’d marry a prince. You had thought to marry Lorent Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden, and you’d told your father as much when he inquired as to your thoughts on the matter of your betrothal. You’d met Ser Lorent on several occasions and knew him to be brave and kind. A friend, even, and you realized you’d be luckier than most ladies to at the very least be familiar with your betrothed, prior to the arrangement.

But to hear that an offer for your hand came from Queen Alicent herself, for Prince Aemond, no less? You’d been over the moon. You’d wasted no time in rushing to your rooms to sort through your gowns with your ladies to determine which were suitable for the Red Keep and which would need to be left behind.

Your mother hadn’t been as astounded as you thought she might have been. Or even proud. Instead, upon hearing the news, your mother had grasped your face in her hands and said, “you’re a lion of the Rock. Never forget that. You are worthy of princes, kings, and beyond. When your father asked, you might have put forth the idea yourself. Don't ever temper your ambitions in such a way.”

(Later, you would learn it was your elder half-brother Ser Tyland, the King’s Master of Ships, who arranged for the betrothal. And much later than that, you would curse your brother for making you an unwitting pawn in his games.)

Aemond might have been a second son, but a royal match was nothing to turn one’s nose up at. To marry a prince. He may not be the heir and you might never rule by his side, but your children might sit the throne one day, or their children’s children. And to be a Princess of House Targaryen? No wife of a Lord Paramount had that type of power or influence. No, you would not be Queen, nor would your husband sit on the Iron Throne, but your mother and father had taught you the game well. The Lannister name is powerful, and if anyone has forgotten I will remind them of such.

Not a moon’s turn after your father agreed to the betrothal, you set off to King’s Landing with your mother and father in tow. You spent the entire journey from Casterly Rock envisioning what Prince Aemond might be like, if you could grow to love him, or him you. Will he be like King Viserys? Good natured and humble? Or perhaps like the Old King, Jaehaerys, stern but with a deft hand for politics. The day you were to arrive you put on your best dress, gifted to you by your mother, and let your mother brush and braid your hair as she so often had when you were a child.

You’d stepped out of the carriage and squinted against the bright sun of midday. You could still remember the heat of the sun, and how you thought you might burst into flames. When your eyes adjusted, you smiled upon spotting your half-brother’s Tyland and Jason awaiting you, but your reunion would have to wait. Queen Alicent stood amongst those gathered to greet you and your family, and you’d curtsied low to the Queen.

Queen Alicent’s welcome had been warm, and your stomach had been coiled into knots as you turned to face those gathered. Your eyes eagerly searched the crowd, but none stood out to you as Prince Aemond. He should be recognizable, yes? He had one eye, after all. Alicent introduced the Princess Helaena, Prince Aegon, the Hand and her father, Ser Otto, but no Aemond.

The nervous, tight knots in your stomach slithered loose and were replaced by bitter shame and fury. If you thought about it too hard, searched deep enough, the humiliation could still be felt. How could I have already displeased him? Did he deem you so unimportant as to spurn you upon your arrival? I am a Lannister of the Rock. Not some common house cat. Queen Alicent must have noticed the disappointment on your face, for she was quick to offer an excuse as to Aemond’s absence, which you did not care to remember.

You would not meet your betrothed until later that night at dinner, an affair that you wanted more than anything to forget. Cold and terse, Aemond was nothing like the kind King Viserys, or the much lauded, late King Jaehaerys. He barely said a word to you, but he watched you. The entire meal you’d felt his eye burning into your skin, right to the bone and your very being. He always watched you, Aemond did. You struggled to puzzle out whether it was in distaste or annoyance.

Before long, a full moon had passed since your arrival, and you felt you hardly knew anything of your betrothed. You shared strolls through the gardens, at Queen Alicent’s behest you were almost certain, and he’d even invited you to share a meal or two. He maintained his chilly and reticent demeanor throughout your interactions, and at first you’d tried to keep the conversations from falling into an uncomfortable lull. He is not like this with Helaena, or even Aegon. Now you let them fall. You wouldn't sully yourself by chasing a man who had no interest in you. Prince or not. Even if it condemned you to a cold marriage.

Perhaps that is unfair. You had made some amount of progress with Aemond. He’d shared with you the story of how he claimed Vhagar, though that was followed with nearly two days of remarkably stony silence. And if nothing else, he was unfailingly polite, no matter his reluctance to share anything deeper with you than common platitudes. He kissed your hand upon greeting you, insisted you call him Aemond rather than my prince, and whenever you walked beside one another, kept your hand tucked into the crook of his arm. Still, he failed to respond to your probing questions with any matter of depth and seemed much more content to watch you with his one eye.

It infuriated you. Everything about your betrothed infuriated you deep to your core, for despite your best efforts, you found yourself utterly besotted with him. How could you not be? You did not wish for a cold marriage, least of all with Aemond. Much to your shame, there was something about him that lit a fire deep in your belly. The graceful way he danced around Ser Criston on the training yard sent a thrill down your spine, and the way he towered over you set your heart aflutter. His quiet intensity, the sharp cut of his jaw, his broad shoulders and lithe muscles, everything about him drew you in. You longed to know what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair, to feel his arms wrapped tight around you.

This night, it would seem, would be one of brooding and careful distance from your betrothed. Queen Alicent assured you that your dear, beloved betrothed had never been one for tourneys or feasts. The tourney and feast organized to celebrate the birth of Prince Helaena and Prince Aegon’s twins would apparently be no exception to this aversion.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep had been finely decorated, with hundreds upon hundreds of candles, setting the room awash in a warm glow. Tall shadows flickered and waved upon the grand pillars lining the hall, and someone had strung garlands and other greenery between them. A small group of musicians played from a cleared space to the right of the Iron Throne, and servants flitted about refilling goblets and presenting new courses. Tables had been arranged to provide room for dancing, and even though the meal was far from over, already dancers flocked to the floor.

You sighed and rested your chin in your hand and watched those dancing with longing. Aemond had graced you with a half-hearted dance before returning you to your seat, where you remained. A pity, for Aemond was an exceptional dancer, and he looked particularly handsome that evening. He wore black, as he was wont to do, and his hair shone brilliantly in the candlelight. The shadows played against the sharp lines of his face as he leaned against a pillar in conversation with Ser Criston. When Aemond caught you staring you refused to look away, and he spared you only a brief scowl.

Am I to remain here by myself the whole feast? Any other feast, and you might have contended yourself with Helaena’s company. You’d grown rather fond of the princess, even if her adoration of bugs churned your stomach. But Princess Helaena had retired early that night, still weary from the birth of the twins. You had no desire to follow suit and depart early. You’d loved feasts back home, and never grew tired of dancing. Tyland or Jason might dance with me. You scanned the hall for your brothers from where you sat, and when you found no sign of them you huffed.

Across the table, Alicent gave you a tight, thin-lipped smile of pity. For all your betrothed was reserved, his mother was genial and welcoming. The Queen had been nothing but polite since you arrived, and you much appreciated her efforts to get to know you and even enjoyed the weekly, midday meals Alicent invited you to. You might have struck up a conversation with Alicent but she sat beside her father, deep in conversation, and there was something about the Hand which you misliked. She’s like to follow after Helaena before long, anyhow.

A throat clearing behind you startled you, and you peered over your shoulder to find none other than Ser Lorent Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden who you had once thought to marry, grinning down at you.

“Ser Lorent! I hadn’t thought you to be in attendance!” You returned his grin with a shy smile and offered your hand. Ever courteous and polite, Ser Lorent kissed it.

“The grandest tournament of the year? Certainly you know me well enough by now to know I wouldn’t miss it, my lady.” You laughed, and insisted Ser Lorent call you by your name, for you were friends, were you not? “I hear congratulations are in order. Where is your betrothed?” Lorent craned his neck and glanced around the hall.

“Elsewhere. He isn’t overly fond of dancing,” you said. You glanced around the hall but found no sight of Aemond. Has he left me here alone?

“A pity. You’ll have to dance with me, then.” Lorent held out his hand expectantly, but you faltered. The dutiful thing to do would be to wait for Aemond to return, but another survey of the hall failed to reveal him. I will not sit here and languish.

“I would love to,” you said, and took his hand and followed him to the floor. You allowed yourself to study your dance partner. Ser Lorent was far from homely with his honey brown curls, which had been neatly swept back, or warm, golden eyes. He’d been blessed with his father’s sharp jaw and aquiline nose, and in another life you might have been content to marry him. He is no Aemond, though. While Lorent did love tourneys, his father had no doubt sent him to take part with the hope he might find a bride. She’ll be lucky, whoever she might be.

“You look lovely my lady, as always.” Warmth flushed through you at the compliment. Your dress was one of Lannister crimson, and if it was prideful and vain to think that it suited you wonderfully, then so be it.

As they danced, he asked you of your father and mother, of your brothers and your time spent in King’s Landing thus far. You were so wrapped up in dancing and laughing as he spun you around and around that you didn’t notice how close he’d drawn you, or how his hand had wandered lower and lower on your back.

“I saw your father, earlier today talking to my father. Though I don’t see him now.” He lifted you in the air along with everyone else, and you let out a peal of laughter.

“He despises crowds like this. He and my mother left shortly after they finished their meal.”

“Pity. I had hoped to speak with him, it will have to wait I suppose.” He spun you out and around again and you frowned.

When you faced each other once more, you asked, “what about?” What could be so important that he speak to your father in person, rather than by letter?

“I plan to approach him on the morrow. You shouldn’t marry Aemond, he won’t make you happy.” You froze, and it felt as though someone had tied bricks to your ankles. Lorent pulled you along, guiding you through the dance as though nothing was amiss, as if he’d simply commented on the roast boar that had been the main course.

Your father had signed the agreement upon your arrival. He can’t mean to have my father break it? “Lorent–”

“You know me. You know nothing of him,” Lorent’s words sat queerly in your belly. Aemond hadn’t spoken to you much, but you saw. You saw the way he treated Helaena with a sweet gentleness, the way he treated his mother with respect and love. And Vhagar. His whole being had come alight when you asked him about the dragon, and even a blind fool could have heard the pride and reverence in his words when he spoke of her. He was fierce and cautious, loyal and prideful and dangerous with a sword. And I thought I knew little of him. No, you’d learned much more than you thought.

“Lorent, what are you saying?” You knew precisely what he was saying, but you hoped, prayed, that you’d taken leave of your senses and were horribly mistaken.

“It should be me you’re marrying, we both know it. Your father told mine you’d chosen me before Queen Alicent wrote him. It isn’t too late.” The warmth in his eyes had grown to a raging inferno, and you increased the distance between you. Or tried to, anyway. You became acutely aware of the vice grip he had on your waist.

“Lorent please, I’m happy to marry Aemond. It wouldn’t be right to break the betrothal.” You tried to step back, and his hand fell to wrap tightly around your wrist. You frantically looked around, but no one had noticed anything was amiss. I can’t break away, without causing a scene. You didn’t want to cause a scene, Alicent had worked so hard to put the feast together. You could hear your mother’s stern voice in your head, telling you to keep your composure, to comport yourself as a lady should, to avoid embarrassing your family before the King, in such a manner.

“Aemond’s a fool. You’re far too beautiful to be treated in such a way. You know it isn’t right, I can offer you so much more. Highgarden is to be mine, it should be yours as well. It’s meant to be yours alongside me, I’ve always intended it to be so. Ever since your father hosted that tourney all those years ago, and we danced together. Don’t you remember? I said I’d make you my lady if you wished.” You scrutinized your friend’s face, but found nothing of the man you knew. His hair had fallen forward and hung in his eyes, and he’d tugged you close enough where you could smell sour ale on his breath.

“We were children, Lorent, I wish to marry Aemond. My father will never break the agreement, it’s been signed, Lorent.” Panic constricted your throat and clouded your brain. You still danced, but to your horror he had slowly worked you towards the back of the hall.

“You wouldn’t have told your father my name if you wished to marry Aemond. It’s okay if you don’t understand now, my lady, you will in time. We can force your father’s hand, if he won’t see reason. He’ll have to break it if your virtue is in question.” He maneuvered you closer and closer towards the back of the hall and the exit. Your heart shuddered and nausea overwhelmed your senses at what he implied.

You didn’t want to marry Lorent, or be the Lady of Highgarden. You wanted Aemond, with his stormy silences and rough hands and quiet, careful consideration. You subtly attempted to yank your arm free again but his grip tightened, and his other hand skirted even lower than it already was. The flush that flared through your blood now wasn’t one of flattery, as it had been earlier. Bitter dread slithered down your spine. “Lorent please let me go, this is hardly—”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Ser Lorent, I’d very much like to dance with my betrothed.” Aemond’s voice was low and dangerous, and Lorent was quick to release you. Relief coursed through you and you all but leapt backwards towards Aemond. He set a steadying hand on your shoulder.

Ser Lorent shifted his gaze between you and Aemond, and whatever he opened his mouth to say he must have thought better of, as he only nodded and thanked you for the dance before striding away.

That he would presume to tell me such a thing, after I tried so hard to free myself from Lorent. “You weren’t there. I don’t belong to you, I can dance with whomever I wish.”

Aemond hummed low and stared at you a moment, before sharply grabbing your arm and dragging you from the hall. You stumbled to keep space with him as he weaved through the halls of the Red Keep, up one staircase and left around a corner, before turning right down another. Your demands to know just what he thought he was doing fell on deaf ears until he halted and sent you crashing into him.

You might have fallen if not for Aemond. He clutched your shoulders and crowded you against a wall. You looked around nervously but there was no one to be found, and no one to overhear. Aemond had brought you to a quiet alcove, far from the feast and drunken revelers.

“Let me go,” you demanded. You made to step around him but he blocked your path and stepped closer to you. “Why do you care who I dance or speak with? You’ve taken no interest in me, I’m inclined to think you have no wish to marry me at all. It should overjoy you that someone desires to take me off your hands.”

His jaw shifted, and he stepped closer still. “He wishes to marry you? What did he say to you?”

“Try not to sound so eager, my prince,” you sneered. “There are plenty who would be glad to take me off your hands, to free you from the burden that is my presence.” You didn’t know where this sudden bravery or impertinence came from, nor why you taunted him so. Perhaps you wished to provoke him, to earn some kind of reaction from him other than his usual, stoic countenance. Whatever it was, you made no efforts to quell it.

Your back hit the wall as Aemond took a last step towards you. His chest brushed yours, and a large hand gripped your chin. It was entirely improper, and there would be hell to pay if any caught the two of you in such a position. His eye roamed your face and his lip curled in vicious mockery. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Are you really so ashamed of me?”

“Ashamed? It is you who are ashamed! Would it truly be such a hardship to spend more than a fleeting moment with me? Am I so terrible?”

“Why? So you can cower in disgust at my eye like everyone else? Or so I can watch you lust after my brother and the throne, like everyone else?”

“I do not wish to marry Aegon,” you spat. You thought of how he dishonored Helaena, how he openly lusted after other ladies of the court. Poor Helaena, how I would hate to be shackled to such a rake. “And how can I cower in disgust when you’ve never removed the cover?”

As if to prove a point, Aemond tore the eye patch from his head and let it fall to the floor. The sapphire was a brilliant blue, a spot of beauty amidst an old, ugly wound. The scar was raised and jagged but still; you did not waver. You tentatively raised a hand to gently brush the scar, though when he flinched you withdrew. “I am sorry that happened to you,” you whispered

For a moment, his scowl softened. He frowned down at you before his face hardened once more. “And Ser Lorent? You do not wish to marry him?” His mocking tone returned, but your anger towards Aemond’s presumptions had simmered away. All that was left was humiliation at the way Lorent had grabbed you, and anger towards him for being so cruel.

“I do not wish to marry Ser Lorent.” Your voice was soft, and all the vitriol swallowed. You studied the collar of his doublet and the fine, subtle embroidery which adorned it. “I only wished to dance with him, I didn’t think he’d be so… terrible. I did not think he’d grab me in such a way, I hadn’t known him to be a cruel man. I tried to pull away. Did you not see?”

“I did not.” The grip he had on your chin remained, but lessened to something more tender and soothing. He nudged your chin until you met his eye. “You’re to be my wife. I would know what he said to upset you so.”

You hesitated, but never had you seen such an earnest, guileless expression from Aemond directed at you. It struck you then that he was being sincere. You inhaled deep; a fortifying breath. “He intends to go to my father and try to convince him to break our betrothal. I did not want him to touch me in that way, Aemond. I told him I didn’t want any of it, but he wouldn’t listen.”

The fire in his eye returned with a vengeance, but this time not directed at you. “Is that all?” When you shifted away from his prying gaze, he gently turned you to face him again. “Tell me.”

“He made mention of my virtue. He said that if it were in question— that we could use it to force my father’s hand. I don’t wish for that, Aemond. I swear it.” Something he said earlier itched at your mind. “I am not ashamed of you.”

Aemond placed both hands firmly on either side of your face, forcing you to meet his eye head on. “I will take his hands for hurting you. And his tongue, for suggesting such a thing, if you wish.”

The cold intensity of his eye belayed any thought you might have had that he was jesting. You settled your hands at his wrists, keeping him from moving. “You needn’t do that, Aemond. It’s not worth the trouble.”

Aemond grunted and leaned closer, his nose brushing yours. “It would be. You’re to be my wife, not his. Mine.” And just as swiftly as he’d dragged you from the hall, his lips were on yours. His hand grasped your head, and the other fell to your waist, pressing you to him.

It was nothing like the sweet, shy kisses you’d shared with the young squires in your youth at Casterly Rock, behind the stables. It was all fire and fury. His teeth scraped yours,and his tongue traced your bottom lip, drawing you deeper into him. He pulled away, and your lips chased after him and your hands clenched into his doublet.

You panted, trying to catch your breath and make sense of the shift in his attentions. “I did not think you wished to marry me,” you sheepishly admitted. “Or that you held any affection towards me at all.”

He brushed feather-light fingers across your swollen lips. He swallowed hard. “I do not think you horrible, or terrible. It frightens me is all, to have something so precious which might be taken from me just as easily as it’s given.” There is more to it than that. There must be. You resolved to not push the issue tonight. What is he so fearful of, truly?

This time when he kissed you it was slow and languid, yet still anything but sweet. He stepped back and you whined and pulled him back to you, close enough for his lips to brush yours when he said, “if he thinks to approach you again I’ll have his head. See if I won’t.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen one shot #Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader #my writing

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icameheretoreadstuff · 2 years ago

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Butterflies

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, drinking alcohol

Summary: You've been hunting for years with Sam and Dean. You caught the monster, but you almost died, And sam is pissed.

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You came into the bunker sighing and sat down, Sam stopped and looked at you "How could you be so careless y/n?" he spat "Don't you know how much you mean to us?" he continued. Dean walked over to you guys with beer "Hey! Everyone is alive!" he said giving you guys each beer, you accepted the beer. "Y/n apologized tons of times, but the most importaint thing is that the monster is dead and without y/n input It might have gone the other way" He said to Sam, "She is a hunter Sam, she knows what she's getting her self into" he took a deep breath "she's okay!" Dean reasured him.

"the bitch is dead!" he joked while he cheered. But Sam did not seem to laugh. "Sam-" you trailed off, wanting to apologize again. Dean stood there still trying to hand him an beer. You looked up at sam and saw how pissed off he was. He shrugged it off and said "no thanks, I think I'll just go to bed" He spat, and began walking away from you. Dean tried to stop him, "Sam!" you saw him walking over to his brother. you could see them talking but had no Idea what they were talking about.

You just froze, thinking about the monster who almost killed you. You didnt quite understand the situation with Sam, since you've been hunting for a long time with Sam and Dean. You could'nt understand why this time was so different, Why was Sam so pissed? You felt so bad, but couln't help but wonder if there was something you didn't know. You were scared cause you were madly in love with Sam. The look on his face went on rewind in your head, you felt like you were not welcome anymore. Maybe it was your time to leave.

You just wanted to go over to him and just hold him and make him smile again, but maybe he'll never see you that way. Dean gave his brother an reasuring look on his face said something to him, Sam just nodded annoyingly and then he replied "please just let me deal with this by myself! I just want to sleep." he said to dean. "Ok" Dean answered and backed off. "I'll se you tomorrow" he said to me and Dean and walked away.

Dean walked over to you and sat down, "Don't worry about him, He'll be fine" he began and took a sip of his beer. You just sat there feeling like crap "I didnt mean-" you began, Dean caught you off, "hey, y/n" he gave you a smile, trying to cheer you up. "Don't worry about it." After drinking up your beer, Dean had tried to cheer you up but you couldn't shake Sam out of your head. So you thanked for your beer and went to bed.

The morning after you woke up, You wanted to stay in bed and just hide from everyone and not face the world, but you got out of bed either way. When you were finished dressing up you stood infront of the door. You took a deep breath and counted to three before opening the door.

You walked down hall finding the kitchen. Sam sat there, you told yourself to just go in and face the music. You walked over to the coffee station "hey" you said grabbing a cup of coffee. "hey" he answered. "Where is dean?" you asked as you sat down sipping your coffee, trying to break the Ice buy small talk. "I don't know" he anwsered "oh" you responded.

He sighed out and layed down the laptop screen and looked at me, "y/n-" he began, laying his hand over yours, giving me a look. You couldnt read what Sam's look was all about, but before he could say anything else, Dean caught him off "Sam! Is y/n leaving or staying?" Dean had his nose up in his phone, "I really hope-" he trailed off and looked up from his phone, noticing you sat right there. "Dean!" Sam spat. You pulled your hand away from Sam. "Sorry for the intrusion, Just letting you guys know I'm going on a beer run" Dean turned and walked away.

You just sat there, didn't know what to think. "I think I have to go" you stated and raised up, "why?" Sam asked and raised up after you, You walked towards the door " Wait! y/n!" he began. "obviously It's time I moved on" you began, feeling the butterflies inside your tummy going nuts. All your feelings for him surfaced and you had no control over holding them back anymore. "You dont like me the same way I like you, So I should pack my stuff" you blurted out, continuing to walk out the door.

Feeling so dumb for even saying that, you stopped and put your hands over your face, feeling like you've made the situation worse. "sorry I shouldn't have said that" Your tears started to build up inside you. "y/n!" he sighed. "I think it's just best that I go, I think I've overstayed my welcome" you answered, tears slowly running down your face. you continued to walk twoards the door, but Sam stopped you by grabbing your shoulder. "It's not like that at all!" he answered. "please let me explain" he begged, you turned your head around looking at him. "Dean was just talking about some new case.”

He walked over to you drying away your tears. "Im sorry for the way I acted yesterday, I was just scared of losing you" he said, "oh okay" you nodded, You started to wave away the situation, covering up your tears "im so sorry for what I said earlier" you began "you know, about me liking you and stuff, let's just pretend that, that never happened" you sighed "I don't want to put you in a difficult situation, I don't want to lose you either" you tried to cover your face and turned your face away from him. But he walked around you, grabbing an tissue and drying away your tears. "It's okay, I didnt mean it" you reasured him, But you could see his face looking teared up as well, which made the situation not easier. "y/n-" he began.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." he said, cupping your face and crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was intense, passionate and felt so right. Before he could catch a breath he said "I love you y/n, and I got mad yesterday becuse I was afraid of losing you, I've been holding it a secret for so long I just-" He said, while cupping your face. "you love me?" you interupted him with a smile, He began drying away your tears. He nodded "yes, please dont go" he said looking deeply into my eyes, "I love you too" you said back and gave each other a big hug. You dried away his tears. He smiled and cupped your face and kissed you passionately.

"Im so sorry for-" you sighed "all my feelings everywhere" you chuckled, feeling so embaressed. "Don't apologize, I love your feelings" he replied with a chuckle and gave you a hug.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam x you #sam x reader #sam winchester x y/n #supernatural fic #supernatural #sam winchester #spn imagine

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atozfic · 3 years ago

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Drabble request: San or Seonghwa + Somnophilia. Thanks 😘

pairing. choi san x fem!reader. | warnings. step bro!san, smut, consensual somnophilia, extremely taboo relationship (step siblings), san x reader already liked each other before becoming step-siblings!!, clit play, oral (f receiving), this is honestly just plot with porn. | word count. 1.9k | hyde’s input. ngl i wasn’t particularly comfortable writing this concept (the step-sibling shit, not the somnophilia) but i was bored and wanted to try write something out of my comfort zone. pls bully me for it x

it started out as a joke.

granted, it was never a particularly funny joke but the intention was there.

“keep looking at me like that, and i’m going to have to assume you have a crush on me, choi.” you mumble over the breakfast table, nose buried in a book and mouth full of a dry slice of toast. no sign of either of your parents in sight, both of them likely off planning their next big business move.

“i could say the same about you stealing my clothes, nerd.” anyone else would’ve mistaken his comment as a complaint, when really, it was the only way his tired-barely-awake brain could think of to acknowledge the fact you were wearing his shirt with seemingly nothing underneath, leaving his mouth to dry up every time the teasing image of your hardened nipples strained against the material.

“s-sorry! it was- my mum thought- in my washing pile-” your pretty face flushed with a look of embarrassment, and your bitten lips rushing to get out some excuse, is something san shouldn’t have had such a physical reaction, shouldn’t have used it as extra ammunition for his moments of physical privacy, a new thing to fantasize about that isn’t that same old image of you in your polka-dot bikini.

a picture taken no more than a day before his father dropped the ball, revealing not only the relationship he’d begun with your mother but the wedding just around the corner.

“relax, i’m just teasing.” neither of you mention the fact he’d said those words to you before, in the middle of a school dance, hands on your waist and lips dancing over the expanse of your neck, back in a world where you two didn’t have to pretend to play happy family. “keep it. you look better in it than i do, anyway.”

then, it becomes a bet.

a bet that lacks integrity, and class, and etiquette but a bet san has convinced himself he could be the only one to win it, for both of your sake.

“i’m telling you, it’s always the quiet ones!” wooyoung is the sloppiest drunk among his group of friends, if that’s what the eight boys truly are. at times, san believes they hung out together for the simple fact of they hate everyone else. “like whats-her-face, the quiet chick in yeosang’s chemistry class. you know, kinda awkward, on the debate team, i’m pretty sure she once tripped over her own two feet in gym class.”

“y/n?”

“y/n!” wooyoung echoes the words of the oldest in the group, and it’s right then when san feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. something about your name falling from wooyoung’s lips makes his hand curl into a fist and his eyebrows twitch into a frown. “so, yeah, like i was saying, i bet she’s a right little freak. probably into all that daddy kink shit and getting tied up.”

“dude.” san warns, not liking the way another guy has taken notice of you, even if said guy shares a tattoo with him.

“i know she’s your sister or whatever-”

“we’re not related.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. but the fact is she’s hot and, since you’re not related, you’re free to agree with me. you can’t tell me you’ve not thought about her, bent over a table and begging for her big, strong step-bro to just touch her pu-”

“she gave me my first boner.” all heads snap to stare at jongho, the one among them who never entertained their discussions of perversion. there’s something so strange about hearing the younger one confess a sexual thing that san almost forgets who he's referring to. “freshman year, she got paired with me for some project. she kept wearing skirts and forgetting to cross her legs, and this one time she showed up without a bra on. and, i don’t know, she just smelled really nice. i ended up having to skip gym class, cause there was no way i was running with a boner.”

“ew, jjong, stop sniffing girls! that’s weird, you little perv!” wooyoung scolds but his laughter contradicts all that he says, just like the proud pats he lays against the younger one’s back.

“the first one to make a move on her gets to choose where we go for spring break.” hongjoong has never struck san as someone to make stupid choices, which is exactly the only reason why his suggestion of such a thing strikes a nerve in san.

it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact he’s been pining after you since you frightened off his bullies and kissed his scraped-up knee better in first grade.

“you losers don’t stand a chance against me and my seduction skills.” wooyoung’s shrill of fear begins the second he stops speaking, shooting up out the bean bag he’d been sat in as mingi begins to chase him around the room.

and all san can really focus on is the look of pity yunho throws his way, the only one in the room aware of how san has anonymously written you a valentine’s card every year.

while the bet among the boys continues, it becomes a challenge.

one only you two are involved in, a game only you two know how to play.

“that little shit.” wooyoung is ranting, pacing the kitchen as he spares no energy into making it less obvious that he’s staring at the couple in the corner of the living room. “he fucking knew i was gonna talk to her tonight. the ass-hat hasn’t even payed any interest to the bet before! but, no, tonight-”

san tunes him out, partly because he’s been repeating the same curses aimed seonghwa’s way for the past hour but mostly because there’s a ringing in his ear, a beat of his own heart, the rush of his own blood.

he’s seeing red, and green, and every color one can associate with the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach while he watches seonghwa’s hand curl around your cheek.

two more minutes, he tells himself. he’ll give you both two more minutes before making up some excuse about your mum calling him, demanding he drag you home from the party.

seonghwa’s eyes land on your lips. he inches closer. you press yourself flat against the wall, eyes roaming the room for the familiar sight of brown eyes and messy, overgrown black hair.

fuck two more minutes.

he’s shoved the older boy off and taking a hold of your wrist before your eyes can find him by themselves, dragging you out the house while seonghwa berates him for being a cockblock and to “stop being the overprotective brother.”

there is nothing brotherly about the anger, the jealousy, the heartbreak swirling around in his chest as he commences the drive back to your home, the four walls where all his dreams and all his nightmares are contained neatly together.

maybe he’s relieved when the engine starts to fail. maybe he’s glad it’s in the middle of nowhere, at the side of a road no one drives down. maybe he’s glad there’s not enough fuel to heat the car from the cold seeping through the window.

“you’re so pretty.” he can smell the alcohol on your breath, both of you forced to huddle close in the back of the car, dark all around you yet the moonlight reflecting in his eyes.

“shut up and go to sleep.” his words are dismissive but a hand is rubbing over your shoulder, the only way he knows how to soothe you into sleep.

“i’m serious!” you’re persistent, and the slap you land on his chest reminds him of the summer you’d gotten to enjoy together, the summer where touching you wasn’t a sin, when he’d pick you up and dunk you in the sea only to get chastised by you and your pouts. “you’re like, prettier than most of the girls in our school. some of them were talking about how they want your eyelashes the other day.”

“maybe i am.” he shrugs, biting back a comment at how creepy wanting his eyelashes sounds. the arm he’s secured around you draws you closer and it’s like it’s summer again, instead of a cold winter. “but not prettier than you.”

and now it’s just a countdown.

he’d quickly grown accustomed to waking up next to you, forcing himself out of your bed in the early hours of the morning before either of your parents could storm in and find you two.

there’d been no rush for the past blissful week.

you’re always so warm next to him, clutching him as close as possible and whining whenever he moves away.

this morning, he’s only moving away to get closer to another part of you, hands trailing over the bumps and ridges and marks that make up your body, a masterpiece hidden under cotton sheets that he’s determined to get his fulfillment of before the day starts.

his heart jackhammers in his chest when he finds you so complacent, even while you sleep, spreading your legs and inviting him to slot himself between them. his lips are already littering pecks over your stomach, each one aiming lower, lower, lower.

he decided last night, while watching you struggle to solve a rubik’s cube, that he’s in love with you.

that he’s been in love with you, since maybe the first day, or week, or year he met you.

but right now, gripping your thighs and dipping his tongue to give an experimental lick up the expanse of your dripping core, with the knowledge of the divorce papers you’d found in your mother’s room- and the fact the business ventures together between your parents have ended, thus ending their marriage-, san feels it all over again, that twinge of hope and excitement that only comes with the security of something good about to come

you’re something good.

your hips buck up into his mouth, as if your unconscious mind is trying to remind him of the task at hand. remind him it does, tempting him to finally latch onto the sensitive bud at the top of your cunt, eyes closing and mouth moaning at the very taste of you.

one hand leaves your thigh, san too urgent to get any part of himself inside of you for his own good. when the divorce is final, he thinks, he’ll show you off to his friends, tell them they can go stick their bet up their assess and find another girl to set their sights on.

“san...” you croak out, eyes barely even having time to open before they’re forced shut again, the unexpected pleasure of his mouth on you and two fingers curling inside of you too much to bear in your sleep-riddled mind. “good- ahh- morning to you too.”

“sorry.” he lies, he’s not sorry at all. if anything, he’s sorry he never stood up to his dad, told him to fuck off and marry someone else for business purposes, anyone other than the mother of his life-long crush. “couldn’t wait. you look too good in my clothes.”

an ironic statement, really, because he’s wishing more than anything that you’d take the damn shirt off and let him see your breasts, rising with every labored breath you pull in.

two more days.

that’s how long until his dad and your mum return from their last business trip. that’s how long until they want to have an “important family dinner.” that’s how long until you can both tell them about your own relationship.

he can last that long, especially if he gets to spend it rolling around in bed with you. hands, mouth, cock pulling out any and every blissful sigh or content moan you’re willing to throw his way.

#ateez smut #choi san smut #san smut

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too-gay-for-marvel · 3 years ago

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just this once pt.5

a/n: yall. yall im on a roll. and no i will not apologise for anything that happens in this chapter. also, still learning how to do taglists so if it doesn’t work or you weren’t included, send me a message and i’ll try to get it fixed!

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: canon typical violence, non-explicit mentions of torture, mutant experimentation

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“I think Fury is giving you a sign.”

Natasha looked up from her paperwork to see Maria leaning against the door frame to her office. She herself had just gotten back from a mission, evident in her slightly mused ponytail and gun still on her hip. A very beyond attractive look, if Natasha had to say it.

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, leaning back in her chair to give her full attention to her fiancee.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Maria said with a nod. She pushed herself off the door frame and moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“I’ll admit that gives me a clue,” Natasha said with a small frown. She didn’t like where this was going.

“He’s sending you on another mission,” Maria replied. “With Y/N.”

“I thought we told him emergencies only,” Natasha mused more to herself than to Maria.

It seemed like Nick was sending the both of you on every mission he could possibly come up with. He needed some information. Then he wanted the layout of a base. Then he wanted some recon on security in another location. All were things that Natasha not only could have done with someone else, but she could have gotten them done on her own.

He seemed to think differently.

“He wants you to leave tomorrow,” Maria continued, bringing Natasha out of her pouting. “Personnel recovery.”

“At least that gives us a few hours together,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“Maybe we can finally get some planning done,” Maria nodded as she stood up. “Maybe a colour scheme?”

“Red and black,” Natasha shot back.

“We’ll argue about it later,” Maria smiled. She walked over and tilted Natasha’s chin up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the office, presumably to get cleaned up.

Natasha looked down at her paperwork for not even five minutes before deciding she was going to rush upstairs and surprise Maria in the shower. She had just started piling the papers up when you walked in, harpoon on hip and soaking wet.

“Did you ask Fury for another mission?” You asked as you plopped into the chair opposite her, water instantly dripping down the sides of the seat.

“No,” Natasha said curtly, hoping she could get you out of her office sooner if she didn’t invite conversation.

“Then why is he sending us together?” You asked. Your fingers started combing through your hair, the webs gathering whatever was stuck. Drops of water splashed onto Natasha’s pristine papers.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said again, turning her lip up when you put a piece of seaweed on her desk.

“I thought you knew everything,” you huffed, staring intently as a shell you had pulled out of your suit sleeve.

“Well clearly not,” Natasha mumbled to herself.

You leaned over to rest your elbows on the desk, your dripping wet hair leaving puddles on the mahogany and her papers. Natasha set her jaw and gave you a look, keeping eye contact. But your eyes gave off that mischievous sparkle, the one that would make any woman swoon. And Natasha’s heart raced.

“Think I can get that in writing?” You asked with a raised brow. “You know, for the next time you act like a know-it-all.”

“Did you just come in here to act like an ass?” Natasha asked as she picked her papers up and started walking out.

“Actually,” you started as you pushed away from the desk and stood up, “I’m here to bring you this.”

You held your open hand out, palm up, and Natasha looked cautiously to see what it was. In the middle of your palm was a whole shell, with a small black pearl in the centre. It looked absolutely stunning, and Natasha reached out to gently take it.

“Why did you bring this to me?” Natasha asked, although she feared she already knew your answer.

“Cheeseburger found the shell the other day,” you shrugged, “and Roger got the pearl out.”

Natasha did her best not to chuckle at the silly names you had given the octopus and otter that usually inhabited your moon pool. Cheeseburger, the octopus, had lost two limbs and had a nasty habit of stealing your cheeseburgers (hence the name), while Roger was an in-progress rehabilitation project. Unfortunately, the three of you were like peas in a pod.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha mused, her eyes still glued to the pearl. “But I can’t take this home to my fiancee.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. The space between the both of you increased as you visibly took a step back, and Natasha missed the closeness. Things had seemed normal only a moment ago, and now she could feel you closing yourself off to her, going cold once again.

“Then give it to Maria,” you shrugged. “Get some brownie points before going off on another mission with her favourite person.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Natasha shot back. “I just don’t want to waste your gift.”

“It was just cluttering up my space,” you replied, voice cold.

“Give it to Yelena,” Natasha said softly, holding the shell and pearl back out for you to take. “She would love it.”

“Yelena,” you huffed with a small smile. A sad smile. You grabbed the shell from her hand rather roughly, causing Natasha to flinch. “Thanks for the input.”

“Y/N,” Natasha started, but you were already walking away in the opposite direction, head high and feet dragging.

Natasha sighed and started her own way back to her floor. She wanted Maria to distract her. From you.

———

“What’s our objective again?” You shouted from the back of the quinjet.

“Personnel recovery,” Yelena answered. “Some scientist wanted out of AIM.”

“Why is that my responsibility?” You continued. Your boots echoed off the floor and you popped your head in between Yelena’s and Natasha’s chairs.

“Because something smelled-”

“Don’t,” Natasha interrupted.

“-fishy,” Yelena finished anyway, and both you and Natasha groaned as she just laughed at herself.

“I’m not paid enough for this,” Natasha mumbled to herself before turning her head and looking out the windows.

“I’ll throttle you,” you said as you lightly slapped Yelena upside the head.

“Listen,” she tried to say around another round of giggles, “if Fury ever told me his plans, I wouldn’t be stuck here with you two.”

“Well why don’t you find out? I wanna know why he’s sending me on this mission.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know? Surely you must have some kind of-”

“Can you both shut up?” Natasha shouted. The both of you grew silent immediately, and Natasha finally let out a breath and tried to rub her growing migraine away.

“Should’ve just sent Nat,” you grumbled. “She’s grumpy enough to scare everyone away all on her own.”

Yelena snorted, and when Natasha shot a look her way, she tried her best to look out the window. You, on the other hand, held up to her challenge and met her eyes. That ridiculous smirk refused to disappear, and Natasha wanted so desperately to wipe it off your face. But instead she just turned back around and looked out the window once again.

The rest of the trip was silent, only the occasional update being spoken aloud. Yelena managed to drop the both of you off and stayed in the jet, more than ready for when you both got back and could get back to the Tower for a well-deserved weekend.

It was a quick jog to the location, with tents and cages set up all around the landing port. The building was a few stories tall, but well fortified with guards around every corner. The majority of cages were empty, but every now and then you could hear a bear, a dog, a human.

“I thought these guys were scientists,” you whispered from where you were crouched beside Natasha.

“They are,” Natasha nodded.

“Must be pretty paranoid then,” you continued.

“You would be too if your work relied on illegal mutant experimentation,” Natasha clarified. You didn’t say anything else, but she could see your knuckles going pale.

“Let’s get our man and go,” you practically growled. “Before I kill them all.”

Natasha knew you weren’t joking.

You both went in opposite directions, you heading to the back door and Natasha heading to the side. There was no guaranteeing that the scientist was even inside at all, but that was the easiest place to check. There was too much vulnerability outside and Natasha wasn’t going to risk getting caught and failing another mission.

“How are we supposed to find one nerd in a facility full of nerds?” You asked over the intercoms, and Natasha assumed you had made it into the building.

“Be nice,” Natasha whispered, “not all scientists are nerds.”

“Bruce and Tony are,” you replied. Natasha pulled herself against a wall when she heard voices. “Everyone here is.”

“Hush,” Natasha whispered. You remained silent as Natasha listened to footsteps getting closer, and then turning into the opposite direction. She let out a quiet breath.

“Do we really want to help someone who’s torturing mutants?” You asked again, a barely contained anger in your voice.

Natasha rounded another corner, trying to come up with an answer for you. You weren’t wrong; she didn’t like the idea either. Why save the scientist when you could save the people instead? But Fury wanted him, and there had to be a reason for it. The location was known, so someone could always come back to save them another day.

“Nick will send us back another day,” Natasha finally said out loud. You huffed on the other end of the comms.

You both continued through the facility, methodically clearing rooms until finally you indicated you had found him. Some wiry man with broken glasses, according to your description. Natasha gave confirmation and headed to the meet up point, somewhere on the second floor. Once Natasha was about to round the corner to the location, she could hear your voice carrying through the halls.

“You’re lucky I don’t wring your neck myself.”

“What’s the problem?” Natasha asked as soon as she saw you.

You were right. The man was wiry and nerdy, something you would expect from a mad scientist in a comic book. White tape was wrapped around the nose piece of his glasses in stereotypical fashion and he was hunched over like the world was resting on his shoulders.

No surprise, considering you were hovering nearly a foot over him.

“He called me an animal,” you seethed, your hands visibly shaking with the desire to have them around the man’s neck.

“Look at your arms and neck, what else could you be?” He asked in a gruff New Jersey accent.

“You want an animal? I’ll show you an-”

“That’s enough,” Natasha demanded. She stepped in between the both of you and pushed you away, not even bothering to get near the man.

“If he has to go with us, then so does one of the mutants,” you said, leaving no room for argument in your voice.

“We can’t risk it, we’re leaving them here,” Natasha said quickly. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand up and her stomach felt like it was dropping.

“I’m not leaving them and taking that,” you said through clenched teeth while pointing at the scientist.

“You’re going to risk my life for one of them?” He asked, his face drawn in disgust at the mere thought that his life was equal to a mutant’s. Natasha wanted to strangle him.

“We will come back for them another day,” Natasha said again, but you didn’t look convinced.

“I’m not leaving without them, so you’re gonna have to wait,” you shot back.

Voices could be heard in the stairwell a few halls away.

“And I’m not risking another mission,” Natasha argued, walking closer to you and forcing you to step backward to keep your space.

“If you think I’m taking that and leaving one of those kids then you’re-”

Click.

The both of you froze, your eyes boring into Natasha’s. A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, so thick Natasha struggled to draw breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach returned.

And then your eyes left hers, trailing down to the too-tight cuffs that were now keeping you chained to the pipes against the wall. They weren’t the usual police handcuffs, but the kind that they had used on Loki after the invasion of New York.

You weren’t getting out of them.

“Natasha,” you started, your eyes moving back to meet hers.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispered. She took one heavy step back, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Unlock them,” you continued. Your chest was starting to rise and fall slightly faster.

“Someone will come for you,” Natasha said again with a slight nod.

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Get back here, Romanoff,” you said as Natasha started leading the scientist down the hall.

Away from you.

She didn’t answer. She just felt her leaden boots take step after step, leading her further away from where you were chained. When she didn’t answer, she heard the sound of metal pulling against metal and your grunts and groans as you tried to yank the cuffs off.

“You can’t leave me here!” You shouted, your voice echoing down the hall after Natasha had turned the final corner.

She heard other voices coming from the same direction as yours, quickly followed by shouting and the solid thuds of blows being landed.

“Natalia!” You shouted again once Natasha had opened the door to lead the scientist out.

Only moments after the door shut, Natasha heard your scream. A scream of anger and frustration, a scream that reached down Natasha’s throat and ripped her heart out. The prick of tears in her eyes left a sinking feeling in her gut, left her feeling empty and a broken shell.

But she had a mission. And she was going to complete it.

She shoved the scientist in the direction of the quinjet and didn’t look back. Ignoring the whining and complaining coming from the man and eventually just throwing him into the back of the quinjet, ignoring the way Yelena jumped at the sudden noise.

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena asked, moving her head around, trying to see if you were close behind.

“Get us in the air,” Natasha ordered. Tears pricked her eyes once again.

“Are they coming?” Yelena asked again, ignoring Natasha’s order.

“I said get us in the air, now.”

Yelena gave Natasha a look that sent a shiver down her spine, but turned around and got the jet in the air nonetheless. The scientist pulled himself into the seat next to Natasha. He seemed much more relaxed, and Natasha couldn’t blame him. He probably didn’t realise just how much had been risked to get him back to SHIELD.

“You made the right choice,” he said after some unbearable silence. Natasha turned to look at him, her brows pulled together.

“Excuse me?”

“You made the right choice,” he said again with an enthusiastic nod. “You never know what those animals might do-”

He was cut off with a choked gasp as Natasha slammed her elbow into his face, and he quickly lost consciousness.

“Just shut up,” she mumbled to herself, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

———

It was six weeks before the party had been dispatched to get you back. The party had consisted of Natasha, Yelena, and Wanda, and there was going to be nothing extra. They were going to get you out and get back to SHIELD, no side missions, no stops, no questions.

Maybe it just so happened that the only way to get you was to burn the facility to the ground and get the rest of the mutants out. Maybe they had called for a second quinjet to arrive to make sure everyone was able to get out safely.

Yelena and Wanda were tasked with getting everyone on the jets and eliminating the few soldiers remaining while Natasha had scoured the facility top to bottom to find you. There was a large portion of the basement that Natasha had found, filled with surgical equipment and things that would have been enough to give anyone nightmares.

And you were there, nude, in a too-small empty glass tank with a chain around your ankle. There were rips and tears in the thin membranes between your spines, and a dark black mark on your left shoulder blade. From her angle, it looked like some kind of gunk was stuck in your gills. You were curled up into a fetal position and kept your eyes glued to the ground directly in front of you.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, her gun still drawn but lowered.

“I should thank you, Miss Romanoff,” a voice called, and Natasha spun with gun raised to find a scientist walk forward, standing near a panel by your tank. “You gave me my greatest obsession.”

“How about you just let them out and I don’t kill you,” Natasha shrugged.

“I’ve learned a lot from our little friend,” he continued, ignoring her. “And you’re in time to see the results of something I’ve been working on.”

“Let them go,” Natasha said again. She cocked the gun, but the man laughed.

“I hear drowning is a horrible way to die,” he said, still ignoring her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw you raise your head and look at her. The dark spots under your eyes were beyond evident, sticking out against the sickened colour of your skin. There was no emotion in your eyes, not even a silent plea for help.

You looked like you had already accepted death.

“How long do you think a sea creature can hold its breath underwater before it needs to breathe?” He asked, his fingers typing against the panel.

“Don’t,” Natasha shouted, her trigger finger pulling instinctively and burying a bullet into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Water started filling your tank, and you stood up to get your head as tall as it could get. Natasha nodded at you once, and you covered your head as she fired shot after shot at the tank. But there wasn’t even a dent, nothing to indicate that the tank could be broken.

“What do I do?” Natasha asked as she ran up to the tank, watching the water slowly rise to your ankles.

You didn’t speak, didn’t open your mouth, instead pointing as best you could to a discrete pipe against the opposite wall. Natasha looked at it and followed the direction until she saw a lone wheel connected to the wall. A wheel that could control the water flow.

“Stay here,” Natasha told you as she ran off, grimacing to herself. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to go.

She grabbed the wheel and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It felt like she was trying to pull a quinjet with her bare hands; an impossible task in and of itself. Her eyes trailed over to see the water had reached your waist. There had to be something else she could get, something to help.

The thud of your hands on the glass made her turn, and you were pointing in another direction. Her eyes followed, but there wasn’t anything she could see that would immediately-

A pipe.

Natasha sprinted to grab it from the table, nearly dropping it in her haste to get back to the wheel. The water was up to your neck, and Natasha could already see that your gills weren’t filtering anything. They stayed terribly still, and Natasha had to drag her feet to get back to the wheel.

She stuck the pipe into the empty spaces of the wheel and pulled, yelling in frustration until it finally moved. She continued pulling until she heard the flow of water stop, and a tired smile etched itself onto her lips as she turned back around to see you.

But the water was over your head, and now she was leaving you to drown.

She couldn’t break the glass; the water was off and you were still drowning. Your eyes were wide, and the fear of the situation finally made its way onto your face as you curled in on yourself and started pulling at the chain around your ankle, air bubbles escaping from your nose at a rapid rate.

Natasha got an idea. She didn’t hesitate as she started pushing the pipe, the flow of water rushing back. Only this time, she didn’t stop until the pipes rattled with the flow, barely able to contain the volume inside. She pushed until the pipe stuck, and she turned and ran back to the tank.

Your eyes were closing, the air bubbles almost nonexistent, your struggle against the chain ending. Natasha started banging on the glass, trying to keep you awake, but you didn’t move, instead just floating, and Natasha felt her heart sink.

The glass creaked under her fingers. Natasha’s eyes shot open and she watched the glass, noting the single crack that started to web across the entirety of the tank. She barely had time to step aside as the glass shattered, water shooting out and leaving you to drop to the ground.

When you didn’t move, Natasha jumped forward, dropping to the ground and immediately starting CPR. She could feel a rib break, maybe two, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop until you could breathe. You just needed to fucking breathe-

Your body shuddered as you choked, coughing up water before your eyes shot open. Natasha felt herself let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t let herself rest. She grabbed her gun and shot where the chain was connected to the floor, listening to it break before grabbing you and pulling you up.

“You need to lose some weight,” Natasha groaned as you leaned on her side, your feet barely moving.

You didn’t say a word the whole trip out of the facility. Just managed to drag yourself out, eventually walking more on your own when you neared the quinjet. Yelena ran up to the both of you and got on your other side, sharing a look with Natasha.

“I’ve got it,” Yelena said in a tone that told Natasha to let go and give her some space.

Natasha did, watching as Yelena finished dragging you to the quinjet and putting you in a seat before wrapping a blanket around your naked form. Your eyes fell back to the ground when Yelena finally got the jet in the air, and you refused to look at anyone when you got back to the Tower, leaving Natasha without a second thought.

———

Natasha was sitting at the bar on the common floor, picking apart her food. She had tried to see you multiple times over the past two weeks, only to be turned away by doctors or Yelena. There was something wrong, but Natasha couldn’t find out because no one would let her.

The ding of the elevator had her turning her head, not necessarily eager but casually curious on who had appeared. To her surprise, Yelena walked out with a McDonald’s bag in hand, some drink in the other. She didn’t look happy, but Natasha could’ve expected that.

After all, Yelena hadn’t forgiven her.

“How are they?” Natasha asked.

“Alive, no thanks to you,” Yelena shot back. But she had stopped and was talking back; that was an improvement from the past two weeks.

“I had a mission,” Natasha said, but her voice was small, weak.

“They were part of that mission,” Yelena answered.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said quietly. She said it to assuage her own guilt. It didn’t work.

“You’re stringing them along,” Yelena said, her voice taking a different tone that Natasha hadn’t been expecting. “Just marry Maria already and end the suffering.”

“I’m not stringing them along,” Natasha defended.

But she knew she was wrong. Yelena was right. And Natasha wasn’t going to stop because what would her life be without you? How could she go about her day-to-day life if she knew you weren’t going to be there in some fashion? Maybe she was in love with Maria and was going to marry her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to throw you away.

“Just be gentle,” Yelena said with a sigh. “Everyone has feelings at stake.”

“And you?” Natasha asked, causing Yelena to freeze. “What feelings do you have at stake?”

A small, sad smile made its way onto her face.

“Desire,” Yelena shrugged, but just like that her demeanour changed. “Y/N said I couldn’t eat before them, and I very much desire this McChicken.”

“You’re disgusting,” Natasha chuckled.

“And this McFlurry. You know the good stuff,” Yelena teased again, causing the both of them to laugh.

“Then go on,” Natasha motioned toward where she assumed you were waiting. “I’d hate for the two of you to starve.”

Yelena gave her a smile, one like the good old days, and continued her walk. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Oh, Fury wanted me to tell you something.” Natasha gave her a look for her to continue. “You and Y/N are going undercover. As a couple.” With that, Yelena continued off, leaving Natasha to deal with the news.

Why couldn’t things ever be easy?

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Could I have a request for upper demon moons with s/o gender neutral in a date in modern world ?

A/N: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy these.

Kokushibo

I feel like he really enjoys quiet places

A day at the book store is usually you twos go to date

Just helping each other pick out books

Or finding really funny ones to make fun off

Another date you two go on regularly is to the park with your dog

Just watching you play fetch with her is enough to make Kokushibo laugh to himself

His favorite part about the walks though dont happen until the sun goes down

You two were walking hand in hand through the part

“Hey is something wrong?”

Your question caught him off guard. “Why would you say that love?”

“Well you keep checking your watch like somethings going to happen.”

Knowing you caught him he sighed leading you toward the tunnel of trees

As soon as the clock hit 9 the fairy lights in the tunnel turned on

“Oh so this is why you were in such a hurry.”

Pulling out his phone he put on a slow song and held out his hand

“May I?” “You may.”

And you two danced in the tunnel like you were the only people left on the planet

Doma

Did somebody say shopping?

He will buy you anything and everything

Oh you want that new book that your favorite author just dropped?

We’re picking it up right now

You want those shoes?

On it

Want the new video game that’s really hard to get?

Already in the bag

He absolutely loves to take you to buy clothes the most though

He pushes you out of your comfort zone in a good way

“Come on out darling. Let me see~”

“Doma I don’t know...”

“Nonsense. I bet you look amazing.”

After taking a deep breath you walked out of the changing room

“Look at yoooouuuuuu.” He squealed. “Do a turn for me won’t you.”

Rolling your eyes you complied to his wishes

“Ah you just look amazing. Yep we’re buying it.”

Yeah dates with Douma are a real confidence boost

Akaza

His dates are usually very chill

He’ll walk around town with you all day if he could

Doing whatever you wanted to do

But there is one time of year that is absolutely necessary for a date

And that my friends is fair time

You two wear matching outfits cause you’re that couple

He definitely makes it his mission to go on all the rides

Even the pirate ship

“Babe just one more time.”

You’ve had to pull him away from things more than once

You two were walking around having just got done eating when a certain clown started flying insults at your boyfriend

“Oh look at the big tough guy.” The clown teased

Of course Akaza ignored him cause he’s got self control like that😌

You two were walking away from the clown until he made a comment

“Oh I see you got a nice looking s/o with you. I would love to take them on a date.”

Yeah all self control out the window

Akaza walked straight up to the dunk booth and paid the vendor

“Come on big guy. Lemme take your lovely s/o on a date.”

Akaza smiled at the clown before hitting the target sending the other in the water

When Akaza came back you laughed

“Seems he got under your skin~”

“I can’t stand assholes like him.”

“Haha my hero.” You say giving him a kiss as a reward

Nakime

Dates with her are somewhat difficult

Don’t get her wrong, regardless of what you pick she’ll love it

But you really wish she would have some input sometimes

But that aside, stay home dates are more her style

Cuddling on the couch watching a movie, cooking together, self care nights?

The whole package

Absolutely loves when you play with her hair

Makes her soft

Lo-fi music played in the background as you typed away on your computer

Nakime, who just got out the shower, got behind you resting her head on your shoulder

“Rough day?” All she did was hum a yes

“You know what that means~” You turned around hugging her tightly

“Self care night!” She let out a soft chuckle at your antics

Hantengu

Like Kokushibo, his ideal date would be someplace quiet

But with less people

So he always has weird places to take you

There was this bookstore in this part of town very little people knew about

Or rooftop cafe that served your drinks in the strangest cups

Your favorite thing is when he find small events to take you to

“Sweetheart...I found this new cafe. Would you like to go with me?”

“Of course I will!”

The cafe was a little bigger than the ones you usually went to but not by much

There were plants everywhere, chairs were shaped like teacup mugs, and there were teddy bears of different sizes at each table

“Tengu this is adorable”

“It makes me happy you like it” He gave your hand a soft squeeze before deciding to head to the counter

Gyokko

He’d probably take you to an art museum

Since he himself is an artist he goes there to analyze insult the art pieces

“My art looks way better than whatever this is”

He said that about the Mona Lisa….THE MONA LISA

I actually see him to be a really respected artist in the art world

So he’s constantly being invited to art galleries

Of course he brings you along

Before you two met he went alone and got bored really quickly

None of the art truly caught his eye

But with you there?

He has the absolute time of his life

You two were staring at a painting

“...what is it supposed to be?” You asked tilting your head

“It’s fucking atrocious that’s what it is.”

You laughed at your boyfriend’s comment

The artist having overheard you two didn’t like the comments you were making

He was so fed up he went right up to your boyfriend

“You don’t know the first thing about art. How would you know what looks good?”

Already knowing where this was going you unhooked your arm from your boyfriend

“How would I know? Anyone with eyes can see that this doesn’t deserve to be here. These brush strokes aren’t even going the same way and you have the audacity to yell at me for not knowing anything about art?!”

(please know I know nothing about art so I’m sorry if I offended anyone🥲)

The artist having been embarrassed in front of everyone quickly exited the room

Gyokko wrapped his arm around your waist again smiling

“Ready to go love?”

Kaigaku

Dates with Kaigaku will either be super chill or chaotic

He once took you both to a rage room

It may or may not have ended with either of you crying

Another time he took you to paint pottery

It really depends on how he’s feeling that day

Tonight was going to be a chill night though

You two were laying on a mountain cuddled up on a blanket staring at the stars

“Babe look it’s orion.”

After a few seconds of him not saying anything you raised your brow “Babe?”

You looked over to see him staring at you

“Sorry I was just looking at the prettiest star ever”

You laughed at his horrible pickup line and pecked his forehead

“Thanks babe.”

Gyutaro

(ah the love of my life)

He’s not a guy who would take you to an extravagant restaurant or to walk around in a crowd

Unless that’s really want you want of course

Even then it would take a lot of convincing

You know that he doesn’t see himself that highly

(no baby you’re literally perfect please don’t talk down on yourself🥺)

He would much rather stay at his/your house and vibe

But if you REALLY REALLY want to go out he’ll arrange something

He has a spot he goes to that overlooks the city

It lets him forget his responsibilities for a while

Gyutaro: i’m outside get dressed

You raised your brow at the text but got dressed regardless

Outside he was waiting next to his motorcycle staring at the sky

“Sooo what’re we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Here.”

He held out one of his hoodies and a helmet

You two drove for about 30 minutes before he stopped on a cliff

“We’re here.”

You walked up to the edge in awe

“Taro it’s….it’s amazing”

He hummed wrapping his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder

Yeah this is all he could ask for

Daki

Did someone say parties?

She 100% sees going to parties together as dates

I mean you get to see her in an amazing outfit

Who wouldn’t want to see that?

Now if this is your scene then there’s nothing to fix

If it’s not you’re going to have to explain that to her

You would probably take her to a flea market

Daki look around the building in utter disgust

“What the fuck? Why are we here?”

“Babe please just trust me.” You gave her a soft smile

Remembering this was supposed to be a 'date' she begrudgingly goes along with it

First you take her to the food section

She’s never seen food like this before so she’s a little hesitant

“...what is that?”

“It’s ox tail. Try it.” Hesitant she ate a piece and omg she absolutely loved it

You walk around some more until you get to the section with the perfume and jewelry

She’s absolutely amazed. They are so many different sizes with different colors.

“I want them all.”

“Babe no-”

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