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#sefikura#sephiroth#cloud strife#advent children#fanfic#i revisit it every few months or so and AGGGGHHG#I LOVE IT SO MUCH#THANK YOU IMAGINATIVE SPIRIT WHOMEVER YOU MAY BE#The fucking angst. give me that shit#THE CHARACTER PORTRAYALS ARE SO GOOD DON'T TALK TK ME#if i could eat this fic i would#gonna inject this shit into my veins#gonna chug it like i haven't had anythjng to drink in 5 years#gonna breathe it in like it's my oxygen#my drug#AHHHHHGGGGG IT'S SO GOOD#starts bawling#i love them so much#they're perfect your honor#sefikura being the best ship in the universe sorry i don't make the rules#oh god oh fuck#my eyes are watering#my love for this fic#mwah mwah mwah mwahhhh it makes me so insane#i'm infatuated.
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it's weird that you don't call out to jun when he comes into your apartment. jun knows that you know he was coming over at some point to spend time with you, and usually you greet him in some way when you hear the apartment door unlock. he's a little earlier than he planned, but you told him to 'come over whenever' and now he's a little worried that you didn't mean it. he quietly slips into the pair of slippers that stays here at your place, and makes his way further into your apartment to set down the bag of groceries he brought on your kitchen counter. your bedroom door is open, but the tiny room you use as a home office is open just a sliver.
he makes his way over, leaning in to listen for a moment... only to hear your voice. there's a little strain to it as you struggle through a sentence, and it clicks all at once: you're speaking chinese. albeit not very well (it's clear to jun that this is one-hundred percent new to you), but you're still trying. your pronunciation is a bit clumsy, but he can hear the way you try to use the right tone with what you're saying...
when did you start learning this much? jun had taught you little things in the past--the absolute basics, really, plus a few other little phrases that veer into his own cheesy need to hear you say sweet things--but this...? he steps back from the door. why hadn't you told him? you could have told him and he'd happily help you learn. but he trusts you: you must have your reasons to keep this a secret, so he won't push. he steps away, deciding to busy himself with getting ingredients put away--or set up for the two of you to cook together, in case you're hungry now.
then he knocks a cup into the sink, and immediately he hears you coming out of your office. relief crosses your face when you see it's just jun, and you lean against the open doorway.
"i didn't know you were here." you pause, and then he sees you get hit with realization. "... how long were you here?"
"i just got here," he says. it's technically the truth, isn't it? he's only been here for a few minutes. "were you working?"
you nod. "yeah. just had to answer a phone call," you lie to him, but he just nods and acts like he doesn't know that. you come up to his side, wrapping an arm around him. "is this for lunch?"
he leans over to you and presses a kiss against your cheek. "are you hungry?"
"mhm," you just snuggle in for a moment, enjoying his presence. "you should teach me more recipes you learned from your mom sometime."
jun finds himself smiling already. was that what this all was...? an attempt for you to understand him better? to show that you care for him so much that you want to know his culture, too? "i'd love to," he says softly, and wraps an arm around you to tug you closer to his side. "only if you teach me things you learned from your family, too."
then he'll make more efforts to understand you and your background, too. just to show you that he loves you as much as you love him.
#nonranghaes.thoughts#nonranghaes.svt#seventeen imagine#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#svt x reader#svt imagine#svt x you#jun x reader#wen junhui x reader#junhui x reader#jun fluff#junhui fluff#also im just gonna ramble for a second. if i ever get to the point where i feel more comfortable speaking..... god i wish id have a jun#to help me learn the language better. its been interesting to learn so far!!#i def need to start taking notes tho bc guess who cannot count <3#anyway i fucking love learning languages. inject tht shit directly into my veins.#yknow the post with all the pills w associated abilities??? id be downing the one that lets u speak all languages like. immediately
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OH MY GOD BOTTOMS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER
#i need it injected into my veins#i want it on dvd on loop forever#ruby cruz........ yeag#is there a tag for this movie i cant just be like. bottoms.#im gonna do#bottoms movie#my shit
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guys idk if u can tell but i did not have english today…
#need someone to inject the dopamine rush from spotting a pattern that makes me go holy shit it all makes sense directly into my veins#save me literary analysis. save me. save me literary analysis.#i did however write 3 hours of exams. very exciting.#kenon.notes#“how do you get better at english” idk man im just insane about it… its like asking a mouse how to get into cheese#that mouse has no idea. anything he says is gonna sound insane to you#because he is already insane. for cheese
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The jumpiest boi
#flashing#flashing gif#his jumping is literally the most happiness inducing shit ever. I'm injecting this straight into my veins#i love it#also love the quality of these gifs ♡#it's almost like i made it worse on purpose#(i did. it wouldn't let me upload them otherwise hehe)#but oh my god#I'm never gonna emotionally recover from this whole experience#bastille
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Having a cat snuggling me awake is a much nicer way to force myself up before dawn than dogs persistently whining and barking for over an hour.
Thank you, Tonks. And Zorro you were pretty polite with that “mmmrrrp?” once you heard movement.
(Also…snow and inflammation work as natural insulators against teen temps and a negative windchill lol. But mostly snow.)
#tiger’s musings#tonks the tiny terror#zorro the tailless wonder#the twigster#…yeah sorry twigs. but your whining and barking gets me homocidal.#morning person tiger is NOT#still very swollen and the veins in my hands are all distended like I’m 60 yrs old with a 16 yr old’s skin but. whatever#pain’s at least bearable soooo I’ll take it#can’t take shit for the inflamation#and I’m ‘too young’ for steroid injections; those cause scar tissue which makes another injection harder#it’s legit just an opioid IG. buuuut I’m gonna wait until fam’s home#and we see how gramps responds to the exact same medication since he and mom are both sensitive to opioids/narcotics#…yEAH. I was prescribed the same damn drug they use for HIP SURGERY recovery#because Nothing Else Has Worked while waiting on the humira to build up#happy? me? you must be joking. this sucks.
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I’m gonna mcfucking lose it with this docuseries
#so much pasta#you know Sid isn’t gonna be a big role but maybe even a crumb#I don’t care inject this shit into my VEINS
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save me the trick to life (2008) by the hoosiers... save me
#rly good band. i'm gonna claw my ears out if i can't inject this shit into my veins#cris.jpeg#the hoosiers
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Dreamy’s Follower Celebration ➥ Hyunjin and Red for @that-one-hyunjin-stan
#I'm-#holy shit-#first of all thank you#god woah i love this#how do i inject this into my veins and make it my header#you just had to use his aotm#I'm losing my mind 💀#i need to start getting ready for class but HOW TO FUNCTION#this is so sick and I'm so overwhelmed ahhhh#yeah no I'm so wrapped around his finger it's embarrassing actually#giving you all the hugs and flowers and hearts dreamy#this made my day significantly better#and I'm gonna be on campus all day lol#hyunjin#stray kids#q
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JUST FELL TO MY KNEES ON MY BEDROOM.........
#LONG HAIRED BRUCE???? THE SUITS??????#and the kara/zod showdown tease omfgggg#if that leak is right and he's actually gonna [redacted]........will be screaming crying and throwing up the entire third act i fear#like it's never THAT serious u lil bitch!#the flash#the keaton theme playing while he beats up those goons like just inject that shit in my veins @andy muschietti
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s2g, we're all gonna get fat as hell with how much Gail Simone is feeding us.
Holy gods, it is refreshing to finally have a writer who actually likes Romy together, doesn't write them as dysfunctional or treating each other like shit, etc. They actually get to be a happy, loving, affectionate married couple now. See how easy that is, Tom Brevoort? lol
Inject this issue into my veins, Gail. You're doing the lord's work.
#uxm spoilers#uncanny xmen#romy#rogue#anna marie lebeau#gambit#remy lebeau#rogue x gambit#lol screw you duggan and phillips#can gail simone just write them forever?
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Project SS
a/n: This is my first 100 series and I’ve had it in mind for a while. I haven’t read the books and there gonna be a few canon divergences. But I hope y’all enjoy.
Word Count : 1.7k
Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?
Chapter One
It was cold.
Too cold, my cell was at the furthest ends of the ark. Complete solitary confinement was where I’d been forced to stay. As I laid on the cold ground of the cell I stared up at the ceiling.
The once dull piece of shrapnel had been sharpened. I’d long since carved out the constellations onto the roof. I gently traced the small scars left in my left arm and wrist, the blade I’d made still hadn’t been taken from me.
Maybe that dickhead of a Chancellor wanted me to slit my wrist. Let Kane find me bathing in pools of my own blood, it would free him of his mistakes. As I twirls the blade in my hands it nicked at the skin of my hands.
It didn’t hurt anymore, nothing really did.
Soft vibrations echoed down my hall as I sat up. I shoved the knife into my boot and pull down my sleeve. As I rolled my shoulders back the door slammed open. The outside worlds was filled with screams of the other teen prisoners.
His footsteps entered slowly as he knelt in front of me. I kept my eyes closed as I listened to the clocking of the guards guns and all the chains they brought in.
“Hey firecracker,” Kane paused as he knelt in front of me. I sighed softly as I held my arms up, ready to be covered in chains. After a few moments he grabs my arms and looks at my wrist.
I would imagine this hurt him, honestly I wasn’t sure. He was my father but I’d never felt connected to him. Maybe it was because I was raised in the lab and closed off sector. Maybe it was because Alice had sold me away. Maybe because I knew he couldn’t love me.
He pressed his forehead to my wrists, I could feel a tear of two slip from his eyes. Pity must have covered my face as the guards slowly began to covered me in chains.
After I was practically dress in silver he motioned for them to pause before placing the mask over my face. He pulled me in close, his arms around me. I froze, my muscles tensed up. He placed a kiss to my temple as he gave me a final squeeze.
“I love you.”
I was hauled to my feet before I could speak and a muzzle was placed on my mouth. I tried to pull away, fight them off but these guards held my chains firmly. They were weighting me down but I was stronger than this.
I should be able to break each and every chain but…. I’m tired. So tired. I look back at him, my eyes pleading for him to understand. He’s familiar to me at least, I know when he’s mad or happy. I know his ticks and quirks by heart.
“I love you too dad.”
I’m pulled further and further away from him. I’m pained into a shuttle with all the other 100, their eyes all fall upon me as I’m chains to my seat. I internally grown as they pull the needle filled with a sleep drug.
I glare up at the guard about to inject me. Does he even know where my vein in, his hands are quivering. I rolled my eyes as the shuttle moves slightly and the guard practically runs away.
I huff softly as I lean back against the seat. I can hear everyone else being to whisper. My god I’m tired of this shit.
“Isn’t that the girl who killed twenty guards by herself?”
“I heard she has a metal leg.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as they carried in the very much unconscious Clarke. I chuckled softly as Wells turned to his ex best friend.
As the shuttle began to drop down shaking Clarke awoke and began to yell at Wells. I quickly began to rip her chains off. Each hitting the ground with a thud.
As the Chancellor’s video came on I ignored it happily. His words meant nothing to me now. He’d failed in every way to me, he was no Chancellor. He was a coward.
“Y/n? Is that you?” Clarke’z confused voice cause the e/c eyes girl to pause. Slowly I moved her gaze to the blonde.
“Who else would they cover in chains?” Clarke didn’t answer as with shoulder length broth hair began to float around.
“Stay in your seats!” Clarke yelled as the shuttle when further down. I had finally ripped all the chains off her body. I looked at Clarke and she was motioning towards the floating boy in front of her.
I shock my head content to remain in the safety of my own chair. She glared at me giving me a look I knew nothing good would come of.
With a puff of air I undid the buckle and pulled the glove off my right hand. My arm shot up grasping the back of him. The metal of my arm shined softly in the dimly lit shuttle.
“She said stay in your seats.” I growled softly as I pulled him down. The shuttle jerked up and grasped into a bar as we began to fall.
I held tightly onto him as I heard Clarke yell, “Finn! Y/n are you okay!”
I groaned as we began to fall helplessly towards the ground. As everyone begins to yell and scream I just focus on holding onto this stupid boy.
The shuttle jerks again and I’m thrown into a wall hitting a few pipes. My vision becomes hazy as I feel blood drip down the side of my face. The corners of my eyes slowly fade into black as my vision is completely blurred.
……….
I feel a pair of small hands shaking my body roughly. I shot up pushing the person away as my vision returns.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah?” I looked at Clarke her eyes full of relief. She ran to me, bombarding me in a tight hug.
“I was worried.” I let her pull away my arms still at my sides. I hummed softly as I pulled myself away from her. The commotion bellow is caught her attention as she pulled me down. As she climbed down as just jumped.
I parted the crowds for her as she walked behind me. I helped push her forward with my metal arm. The others around me pull away in fear.
They thought a metal leg was cool why isn’t my arm cool.
“The air could be toxic!” Clarke urged.
“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” The older boy at the front voiced. I stared at him tilting my head slightly. He stared back at me then lowered his gaze to my arm.
“Bellamy?” The crowds parted as a brunette girl climbed down and looked at him.
He turned his gaze to her his eyes becoming full of emotions. He stared down at her smiling softly.
“My god, look how big you are.” The girl engulfed him into a hug as she breathed in deeply. I sighed softly and moved over to the panel. It was jammed and wouldn’t open the doors anymore.
“What the hell are you wearing, a guards uniform?”
“I borrowed it to get in the drop ship. Someone’s got to keep an eyes on you.” He answered.
“Where’s your wrist band?” I heard Clarke ask as I began to try and fix the stupid panel.
“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” I froze at this and turned to the pair.
“No one had a brother.”
“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor.”
Octavia jerked forward going to attack whoever had spoken. Bellamy quickly gasped into her holding tightly to her.
“Octavia, Octavia no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He tried to calm her. The fire was not lost in her eyes as she pulled herself from his grip.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.” He answered with a smile. I watched Octavia’s face brighten at the notion. I watched as Clarke’s eyes fell as he moved over to me.
“It won’t open.” His eyes darted to me.
“What do you mean it won’t open?”
“The panels fucked.” He moved me out of the way to try the panel himself.
“You’d need a shit ton of force to open those doors up.” I pause for a moment. “Lucky for you, I hate confined spaces.”
He stared at me, his dark eyes holding mine. I glared up at him as his lips curled into a smirk. I moved away from him approaching the door. I rolled my shoulder, my arm flexing against each metal part.
I slammed my fist forwards, the cool metal of my hand hitting the hot door. It flung towards the ground as people backed away gasping.
Light hit our faces as a breeze pushed against us. I averted my eyes, the light all too bright. I moved out of Octavia’s way with a nod.
“All yours sunshine.” I mumble as she stared at me. I watched as her brother’s eyes trailed me and try then her. She took in a long breath before exhaling deeply. Her feet slowly moved forward against the metal door on the ground.
After a moment she jumped down, her boots hitting the firm soil. She took a few more steps as I stared out at the trees. They were lush and green all over. They were nothing like I’d ever seen before.
My eyes drifted till I found Bellamy’s eyes on me. I blinked a few times unsure as to why he was staring at me. In his eyes they held a looked I’d never been given.
“WE’RE BACK BITCHES!” Octavia yelled as the others cheered. Bellamy’s eyes left me and retired to his sister as he laughed.
All around me the others pushed forwards onto the ground in front of us. I simple stared at them all as they left cheering. After a moment when all were gone I followed.
I left’s my boots hit the ground. I dug them into the soil as I bent down. My fingers traced the top of the grass around us. It pounced my fingertips gently. I let out a breathless chuckle as I grabbed a handful of dirt.
It crumbled in between the cracks of my hand. I brought it to my nose, breathing in the earth scent deeply. I let out a long breath as I stare out.
Humans were finally back home.
#bellamy blake x female reader#bellamy blake x reader#the 100 x reader#octavia blake x reader#clarke griffin x reader#oc x reader#bellamy blake fanfiction#bellamy blake imagine#Project SS
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Take my hand, and believe we can be together forever more.
Holy shit, it's been actual years since I've drawn my girl! To celebrate, time for a ramble that no one will read, lol.
Aerith has been my favorite character of all time for almost 2 decades now. Her death traumatized me and despite the fact that it took me actual years to get past the Jenova LIFE fight she never left my mind.
No, seriously, I had to watch her die again every time I got a game over, aqualung is the reason Aerith's death scene is PERMANENTLY burned into my memory!!
Anyway I eventually beat the game. But even before that, I remember trying on and off for years to put my love for Aerith down on paper by drawing her. I tried SO many times to draw her, but it never felt right and I eventually gave up on it. I thought something was wrong with me, that I just wasn't good enough at art or that I just wasn't a good enough Aerith fan.
Smash cut to 2021, and I play Remake! My love for Aerith is only made more intense, and with an outlet for my special interest, FFVII becomes my entire life again. I attempted to draw her more, but again, no luck.
I now realize that my inability to draw Aerith was the result of my mental health issues working together with feelings of being undeserving or too stupid to really call myself a fan. Early this year I cut out the people in my life that made me feel that way, and sometime later I was finally able to get a PS5 and Rebirth.
My relationship with minigame hell aside, I love the characterization. I love Aerith. I've been mowing through the game and plan to Platinum it.
All this to say, I just recently got to see the No Promises to Keep scene. At first the different voice was jarring, and I stubbornly refused to give the song a chance.
But today, I decided I wanted to try drawing my girl again. So I listened to an arrangement of the song in the OG game's style, then a music box cover, and then finally I gave the actual song a chance.
I need to inject it directly into my veins.
The music, the lyrics, the way Loren Allred's voice carries the emotions directly into your heart, they all scream so so much love for Aerith and FFVII as a story. I have my gripes with the Remake project's plot/writing, but I can never deny the team's love for the story and characters.
Listening to that music and looking at both Aerith's OG and Remake designs, I finally managed to draw her in a way that felt right. I nearly cried at having that way to show my love for her.
So thank you, Loren Allred. I know you're never gonna see this, but thank you. You helped me put my love for this character out into the world, and I think this was my first step toward being able to properly make progress in my fanfic.
I love you Aerith qwq
#very scribbly but she has my heart#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7#aerith gainsborough#lava doodles#my art
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ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)
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“Just Thinking” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)
| Erik’s watching you…hard (and not in the sexy way).
| SFW, fluff/angst, chronic pain, someone’s gonna start crying
| picture source: Black Panther (2018) movie
| 1k+ words
Erik is watching you.
To be fair the man nearly never didn’t have his eyes glued to you, but his gaze feels new tonight.
Erik liked to claim that he wasn’t introspective because he was sure of his every move from day one but the look he was hitting you with sure seemed introspective.
You're in your bedroom, Erik having come over after work, getting ready to go to sleep. You’re bouncing around your room getting all your medicine together in one place so you can try to rest a little easier when you get in bed.
Erik’s sitting one his side of the mattress, feet planted firmly onto your carpet as he rests his arms on his legs and tracks you with his eyes.
“Do you remember where I put the stuff for my arms?”
At your question his eyes actually briefly rise to meet yours before he nods to the bathroom.
“In that green bag under the sink,” he murmurs.
You nod and immediately start moving to get it. Your body was always hurting you, that was a factor of life you just had to learn to deal with, but your nightly routine was sacred for a reason.
The pain you felt on a “good day” didn’t compare to the liquid fire in your veins and the way you wouldn’t be able to feel your legs as you walked (if you were even able to) on a bad one. Erik knew how you got too, so whenever you did this he tended to stay out of your way.
Sometimes you felt bad about how you’d often keep him up at night because of how inescapable and overwhelming the pain could get but Erik never complained in real time.
He’d bitch and moan about being tired in the morning while pressing a kiss to your forehead and still waking up early to go for his morning run and make breakfast.
Erik liked to complain but he never complained about you.
You grab the green bag from the cabinet and a pack of alcohol wipes then come back into the room.
He still hasn’t stopped looking.
You make eye contact with him every once in a while as you start measuring things out while you wait for your cold injection to warm up enough that you can inject it into your stomach. He doesn’t not keep your gaze, he just doesn’t respond to the inquiring looks you throw at him. You leave it alone for the time being. If Erik wanted to talk to you he would in his own time, the man didn’t like to keep shit in and let it fester with you if he could help it.
It’s as you’re checking your blood pressure that he finally starts moving. He gets up and holds his hand out to you when you’re about to open the little black carrying case that has your monitor inside.
There’s a question there that you answer by placing it atop his open palm.
When he brings it closer he doesn’t let go of your hand where you’re also holding it and so you offer him your own appendage right then. You can check your pressure just fine by yourself but if he wanted to do this for you you wouldn’t deny him it. At least today.
If it was a bad day and you were in way more pain than usual you tended to get short with him and didn’t like accepting his help. That would probably always be a work in progress since you didn’t like feeling reliant on anyone.
You’re doing pretty well now though. Your pain is reduced to just pin pricks all over your skin and some stiffness in your joints, the medicine taking effect to its best.
Standing in front of you Erik unzips the bag and starts putting everything together with deft fingers. He’s got the whole process over for you in two minutes. You smile and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth with a thank you before putting the case away.
He doesn’t move back to the bed when he’s done with that but he doesn’t try to offer to give you your shot either. You had to take it every two days and never during the duration of your relationship had you once reacted positively to him (or anyone who wasn’t your doctor) wanting to do it for you. Erik always left you to it like you wanted now, no fuss.
He sighs and then he’s finally looking into your eyes. “Do you ever regret any of it?”
Cooled down medicine in your hand you only half turn to give him your attention.
“Hmm?”
He shakes his head.
“Never mind it’s nothing.”
You narrow your eyes at him but let the silence envelop you briefly in favor of readying yourself. An injection wasn’t exactly something you could afford giving partial attention to. You glance up at him, now sitting against the headboard as his eyes bore into you. Hm.
“You gonna say what’s bothering you?”
“I’m just thinking.”
You raise an eyebrow as you attach the needle to the medicine vial and pull on the plunger to extract its contents.
“Let me go buy a lottery ticket then.”
Your delivery is dry but Erik huffs out a laugh anyway. He rubs his hands down his face.
“I’m being serious though. I mean- you don’t regret me moving you around so often?”
You wipe off underneath your stomach with rubbing alcohol as you ponder what he’s not asking you.
“You mean do I regret marrying you when you're so busy and I’m so sick?”
Erik’s lips purse and he looks away from you.
Huh.
“Erik, you’re the Wakandan Ambassador now and I knew that when we got back together. You can’t be here all the time,” you shrug. “Which is fine because I was taking care of myself before you and that hasn’t changed.”
You stop talking as you administer the shot with furrowed brows; Erik doesn’t speak. You ignore both the breaking of skin and the feel of the injection with the ease of practice, pull the needle out and then wipe it clean with another alcohol wipe.
When you look up at your husband he seems to still be thinking so you hum and start cleaning up. Band Aid first, properly dispose of everything used, pack all the medicinal stuff up, and hide it back away in the cabinet. Or the fridge.
“I could help you,” Erik punches out unprompted. He seems pained, voice constricted.
“Erik,” you gasp out as you turn to him. The implications of his words don’t even fully hit you; it's the way his hands are fisted so tight they’re shaking.
“Wakanda, they have resources. They’re the most medically advanced place in the world.”
“Erik please,”
He ignores you.
“They could help you. I could-” he takes a harsh breath and looks up to you. Your stomach flips at the look in his eyes, red and brimming with unshed tears. “All it would take is a fucking week. Baby one damned week and you wouldn’t have to do none of this shit no more and you know what they’re telling me?”
He’s not yelling, though even if he was it wouldn’t really be aimed at you, but his voice carries the weight of a scream. You know it’s only not that because it’s you he’s talking to. Your heart has also dropped out of your body.
“They said no, I couldn’t bring you to Wakanda and I couldn’t bring anything from there to you. I was out voted. I am a prince and I’m still just as useless at helping you as before-”
“Erik stop.”
His blurring form in the bed tenses as he listens and you're almost panting, chest tight. He is too. You can see his chest heaving with the pressure of his words even as a tear rolls down your cheeks. You rub it away with a sigh.
“Babe,” You crawl onto the bed with a small groan that you move right past before you're over him. You plant his face with kisses.
Erik huffs out a laugh, arms circling around your middle, but it’s reluctant.
“Yeah baby?”
He pulls you into his lap and you don’t fight it, smiling and swooping down to press a kiss right in the middle of the crease between his brows. You press two more there until the area smoothes out. You were in a good mood and you did not want to be angry about everything right now.
“I don’t need you to save me.”
“But it’s-”
“Hush,” you hold your index finger up to his mouth and he dutifully quiets. He must be more fucked up about this than you thought. You take your finger away and peck him on the lips. “No buts, alright? Now I’m not saying not to hook me up if you can get access to this treatment, but right now it’s a what if and I can’t bank my life on that.”
He rolls his eyes, “It’s not a what if though.”
“Except at this point it is, E, and the same way I’m not wasting my time on a miracle cure is the same way you shouldn’t be either.”
“Alright I see what you’re saying.” Erik’s nodding but you can tell by the grin on his face he’s got something else in mind. “Or I could steal that shit.”
“And commit treason?”
This time when he laughs it’s full, nearly knocks you from your highly coveted position and everything, and the conversation isn’t done but he’ll drop it for now. Hopefully not becoming a fugitive in the meantime.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I could’ve gone into more detail with this but I simply did not want to. Also this is not proofread yet.
(I don’t like writing Erik because I don’t think I capture him well at all but I’ve been sitting on a few stories with him and decided fuck it on this one cause it’s cute. I also have a pattern to my updates which means either cute/action/angst had to be next so everything worked out well enough.)
It’s black love day so happy that, I guess! This fic is too old for me to claim I wrote it for today but we can pretend.
#erik stevens#erik killmonger#black!reader#black!y/n#erik stevens x black reader#erik stevens x black!reader#killmonger x black!reader#chronically ill reader#killmonger imagine#killmonger fluff#erik stevens fluff#killmonger x reader#erik stevens x reader#killmonger#the golden jaguar
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I retitled with the beatles and hard days night album songs to their core elements in a somewhat exaggerated fashion. yes I’m aware part of WTB is covers.
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WTB:
1) Tfw yeah stops sounding like a word
2) god I want to kiss you so fuckign bad please come here
3) that song Lennon apparently died to, good job dude
4) my gf left me. leave me alone until she takes me back
5) LITTLE CHILD IM BORED LETS DANCE
6) wow my ass was so unobservant until you appeared
7) CHECK YOUR BAG I MISS MY GIRLFRIEND REALLY BADLY
8) I have music directly injected into my veins
9) literally never let me go I’m so touchstarved
10) I’m touchstarved but like. Emotionally this time
11) can I PLEASE be ur man. please.
12) this woman is evil and George doesn’t believe it
13) my bitch ass has had it with you hurting me, thanks
14) I WANT MONEY. I CANT PAY MY RENT.
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AHDN:
1) god I’m so tired but idc, fuck me please
2) wow I really fucking love you holy shit
3) I have trauma because a girl broke up with me
4) I REALLY WANNA DANCE. PLEASE DANCE WITH ME.
5) this love ain’t dying or its takin me with it
6) womp womp you fucked around and found out
7) please love me. please and ty.
8) Literally call me and I’ll manifest in your house
9) can’t do shit so it’s time to sob
10) I would die for you except I can’t I’m so lucky you exist
11) I GET TO SEE MY GIRLFRIEND!!!
12) stop fucking some other dude I’m gonna break up with you
13) indecisive part 3684737483
#with the beatles#a hard day's night#the beatles#john lennon#george harrison#paul mccartney#ringo starr#shitpost#beatles shitpost
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TAYLOR!! TAYLOR
Oh my god…I think I died reading this???? Like my soul astral projected out of my body and I’m typing this to you from another realm of existence because holy shit was that SUBLIMINAL!!!! 🥹😭
Okay but first off this idea is absolutely incredible and the way you made this work so seamlessly, we love a legend and icon!
Then the work you put into unfolding the story for us - giving us so much yet not enough as both reader and the audience was phenomenal truly, like you let us explore the world without dragging it out & instead let it slowly seep out like a fog we had to sort through was just!!! GAH! And the way that all mirrors Dieter’s abilities??? And that haziness??? It’s haunting in the most profound ways
And okay…but the moth imagery and metaphor my beloved HELLO!!
You think of those electric lamps under your grandfather’s porch that drew in moths with dust brown wings. Moths that ended up dead on the wooden floor.
But he laughs. Laughs and your moth wings get caught in the light of the white gleam of his fangs.
I want to live in these lines and in that imagery and metaphor, I can’t get over it seriously. It’s beautiful and brilliant and i want to write full on close reading passages on it and how stunning it is and just gush and ramble about your talent!!!
Also this imagery here:
A warm tongue saturates the skin of your neck and you realize there are devil faces in the wood carving of the ceiling, your head tipped back and arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Oh my god what utter horror and beauty?
And the way this all reflects into Dieter himself? The demon hidden away like the demons in the ceiling and the moth that’s both horror and brilliance and the way you not only portrayed that but didn’t once stray away from Dieter’s core of being charming and smug and almost a bit…dangerous??
Yeah I really am obsessed with all of this babe I can’t even stop myself from rambling about this but I gotta cause I’m making a fool of myself LMAOOO
Thank you so much for sharing this magic with us and for all the love and care I can feel radiating off of this amazing piece!!! 🌹🥀🖤💕✨
Hey I love you and I’m having thots about vampire!Dieter and his hedonistic lifestyle and his lavish parties at his estate and how he invites you up to show you his private rooms and he-
Oh, you mean like when he asks you about your--
Pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader
Warnings: flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter, unbeta-ed because i needed to write something or someone was going to die
A/N: look at what you've done @sp00kymulderr you've gone and given a perfectly good fic LORE
“Theories.”
“What?”
Dieter’s smirk pulls his mouth and his head towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. He rubs his fingers together, his wrist dangling over the edge of the deep-backed leather chair. The clean lines of his Armani pants and wing-tipped shoes give him the impression of leaning forward, as if he intended to tumble right through those windows and out into the party below. The music is muted, smothered, but the lights illuminate the sky like the sun beneath the waves.
“Your theories. About all of this. About my dad, granddad. Everyone who’s ever walked in here – press or not –,” he lazily drags his gaze up from your ass to your tits for the third time that night, “– has had some wild theories that I just love to listen to. Little bedtime stories to put me to sleep. So let’s hear ‘em.”
You had doubts about this dress when you left your apartment but you have to dig your nails into your palms to keep from tugging it back down over your thighs because you know you have something every time Dieter looks at you. Maybe not for long, but you might be the first person in fifty years to walk out of here with something to say.
Your heart suddenly fluttering higher in your throat, you turn away towards the movie memorabilia lining the walls in glass shelves to give him the angle he’s been inching towards all night. Over your shoulder, you see his eyes drop – predictably. You let the line out a bit more and bend at the waist to examine the original glove from The Natural.
“I’m sure you’ve heard them all, Mr. Bravo. The mystery around your family is nearly as old as Hollywood itself so I’m sure there’s nothing I can say that you haven’t heard before. Which reminds me . . .” You straighten up and, by some miracle, he meets your eyes, gaze no longer wandering. “Why me?”
His mouth curls, but it’s the glint in his eyes that shows razor-sharp teeth.
“I’ve always admired the brevity of wit, but you’re going to have to be more specific.”
Your jacket creaks when you cross your arms, eyebrow arched. “I’ve been with The Mezzanine for five years with half-a-dozen bylines under my belt. There’s a list of more experienced reporters a mile long. Why, after ignoring every press inquiry for the past twenty years, did you ask me to interview you? Oh, and consider this my first official question.”
With an expansive inhale, Dieter draws himself to his feet. He takes a few steps towards the windows, just before the light catches the shine of his shoes.
“Give me a theory and I’ll answer your question.”
You frown at his broad shoulders. Streaks of fuschia and green and gold tangle in his curls, setting the ends on fire. You think of those electric lamps under your grandfather’s porch that drew in moths with dust brown wings. Moths that ended up dead on the wooden floor.
You find yourself inches from his left shoulder.
“That’s not how these things usually go, Mr. Bravo.”
“Humor the old hermit.” He grins and the smell of spice and smoke and lineage blooms in your nose. You school your face, swallowing down your beating heart.
“The mob. So why me?”
Dieter chuckles. “The mob?”
“Happened to Frank Sinatra, didn’t it?”
“I don’t appreciate the comparison,” Dieter sneers. “Blue Eyes was an asshole and an idiot.”
You turn towards him, your turn to grin. “Speaking from personal experience?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Unbelievable.” You roll your eyes and wander back towards the cabinet. It’s now you notice the odd placement of the couch and chairs in front of the memorabilia. As if hours were spent staring at them. “Do you have anything to drink?”
Dieter blinks at you. “Uh. No. Do you want me to call up for one?”
“No, Mr. Bravo, I want you to answer my question: why me?”
“Because you care.”
Dieter turns away from the lights, the music, the night and stares at you. The teasing sparkle, the sardonic grin – they’re gone. A different man stands before you – one with the same beautiful set of curls, with the same soft eyes. But you see something on his face you didn’t think was possible: yearning.
“Everyone who ever came here only wanted a piece of me. Of this. Of my legacy. In fifty years, no one has ever wanted to know the magic in the movies. The magic of . . .” Dieter laughs quietly, joylessly. He looks around and runs his tongue against his upper teeth. “The mob? C’mon, you can do better than the mob.”
You take a step forward. Electric lamps be damned.
“I’m doing a terrible job of interviewing you.”
“Hardly.” His lips pout before pulling back into a grin. “We’re getting to know each other.”
Another step.
“One for one?”
“Of course.”
“Then in debt to the US government for World War II propaganda. Why did your grandfather step out of the spotlight at the peak of his career?”
“Ford was as much a nazi as any of them and no Bravo would ever stoop so low, so no. And Grandpappy Bravo had health issues.”
“He was forty-five.”
“Forty-two, actually. The same age I am now.” He grins down at you and you find yourself staring up at him. Had his eyes always had that golden circle in the center?
“Give me another theory.”
“Drugs – boring but reliable. Why was your father so secretive about his role as a financial backer during the 60s movie revival?”
“He hated the attention, as much as a Bravo can. You’re getting closer.”
“It was drugs?” You tear your gaze that had somehow slipped to his lips back up to his eyes, but Dieter shakes his head.
“A drug of some kind, but not the kind you’re thinking of. A powerful drug. The most powerful.”
“Yeah? And what would that be?”
“Life itself.” Again, you see his teeth and without your control, your heart leaps into your throat. You narrow your eyes against the brilliant light of his mouth.
“Why do you care so much about my theories?”
“Because you’re not asking the right questions. You’re close, but not quite.”
His hand floats against your jaw, fingertips crackling in the millimeter above your skin, and that spicy scent floods your brain in a sudden avalanche that makes your knees wobble. You huff, dizzy, a fog settling across your mind, and you put a hand against his chest to keep you from stumbling. His thumb drags against your bottom lip and that bright sensation becomes a focus point by which the entire universe revolves around.
His eyes are entirely golden now.
“Ask the question you’ve been begging to, darling.”
You swallow through the haze, through the pounding of your heart, through the heaviness of your knees, and the wetness in your underwear.
“No,” you mumble, “I . . . Dieter, you’ll laugh.”
“Try me, sweetheart.” His other hand joins his first, cradling your jaw, dragging you closer. “I want to hear it.”
“I think you’re a vampire.” The words dribble off your numb lips but even through the lag, you know you’ve screwed up. Something has gummed up the crevices of your brain, but that’s not the thing to say to the highly-eccentric social recluse you’ve put your career at risk to interview.
“Dieter, I’m sorry – I-I-I didn’t mean–,”
But he laughs. Laughs and your moth wings get caught in the light of the white gleam of his fangs. His hand slips to your waist as his thumb brushes your cheek, golden eyes anything but angry.
“I knew you were clever.”
Your nails dig into his jacket where you don’t feel a heartbeat. Your knees want you to fall forward into him, but your elbows struggle as the last shreds of a survival instinct.
“Dieter–,”
“Shh, darling, you are smart. Too smart for your own good. You knew the truth the second you walked in here and you did it anyway. But that big brain won’t let you believe it until you see it, so breathe, darling. Breath and it will be over in a minute.”
He lowers his face, his cold breath against your neck cracking through the haze, icing your heart. You whimper, afraid –
Afraid he’s going to kill you.
Afraid that you’ll let him.
A warm tongue saturates the skin of your neck and you realize there are devil faces in the wood carving of the ceiling, your head tipped back and arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“No crying. I will make this very good for you.”
You blink and the ice in your heart melts out the corner of your eyes, tears running off your cheeks.
“Will I die?”
Dieter lets out a noise that’s a whine and a groan all at once. “No. We’re not nearly done having fun.”
And he bites you.
Euphoria erupts across your skin, an electric pulse waking up every sense still left in your control. You shudder, then draw him closer. He groans, not a single drop of blood escaping to the carpet or your shirt or his jacket. He eats well and clean and there’s a part of you that entertains the idea of him losing control.
But as quickly as it comes on, everything fades. Blackness comes on, thick and fast, and you hear him pull off your neck more than you feel it and his tongue is the last sensation you feel.
“No, darling, by the end of this, you’ll be begging me for more.”
His promise is the last thing you hear before the darkness closes in on you completely.
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#like all of this lore and character exploration??? and how you still let us sit with the poetics of the atmosphere? I will never recover#literally I’m gonna think about this for the rest of the day I’m not joking#holy shit this…I want this injected into my veins#thank you again for sharing this with us you incredible magical writing wizard that you are Taylor#Dieter 🤎#fic recs ✏️#fic rec ✏️#Taylor’s tag 🌵✨
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