#harding : what is in the water of the 100th

[alienoresimagines]

Bucky : *Singing "Blue Skies" out of tune*

Veal : I just wanted one evening in peace. ONE.

Kidd : *watches Buck*

Kidd : This is all your fault.

Buck : *Tries to hide his fondness but still watches heart-eyed as Bucky serenades him, still out of tune*

Kidd, exasperated : Really ? This is what gets you going ?

Kidd : My disappointment is endless and my faith in humanity is in hell.

[rikiislvr]

tired - nishimura riki

small drabble :)

pairing: niki x afab!reader <3

you sighed, laying on the empty bed, niki was supposed to be home a hour ago, he hasn’t answered any calls or messages, you were starting to get worried.

he told you beforehand that he felt really weak, which is what encouraged you to try to get him to stay home from dance practice today, but he went anyways.

he’s been tired, real drowsy.

he wasn’t in the right shape to dance right now.

you sighed again, checking the clock on your night stand, 1:30am.

before you could text him again for the 100th time, you heard the front door of your apartment open, you quickly sat up as you heard small footsteps make its way to your closed door,

the door opened and there stood niki, head down, hood on, he dropped his bag, you couldn’t see his face, “niki..” you whisper, he walked over slowly and sat beside you on the bed, you frowned at his obvious tired state.

you stood up and between his legs, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you, his eyes were low, small eye bags under his eyes, he was tired.

“oh my poor baby..” you frown and whisper, “i’m sorry… i said i wouldn’t go all out.. but i always try to do better..” he sighed and looked down, you felt your heart clench,

you lift his face again, “please don’t apologize. you’re too hard on yourself niki.” you cup his face, he sighed and closed his eyes,

you suddenly walked to the bathroom, coming back with makeup wipes to remove his eye makeup, he was too tired to do it himself so you did it for him.

you grabbed a wipe and gently wiped his closed eyes, he felt useless but, he liked how he could let himself go when he was with you, he didn’t feel like.. he HAD to do something. he could finally relax.

you finished removing his makeup, and tapped his arms, “lift.”

he lifts his arms and you remove his hoodie, leaving him in his white tank top, “do you wanna shower?” you tilt your head,

he nods and got up, you kiss his cheek before he made his way to the bathroom, you waited for him patiently as he showered, you in the meantime,

organized his bag, and put his clothes in the laundry basket, anything to help him.

he’s been going through so much lately, it was the least you could do,

suddenly the bathroom door opens shortly after the water was cut off, he comes out in fresh pajamas, hair slightly damped, but he still looked so tired,

you frown and lay in the bed, “cmere.” you open your arms, he slowly climbed onto the bed and laid on your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck.

you rub his back softly, he sighed in comfort, “thank you.” he mumbled, you smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“i’m sorry.. im just so tired lately.. im trying to do better but i-

you cut him off with a shh,

“you’re doing your best. i see it all okay? you need some rest, it’s okay to take breaks love.” you reassure him, he nods and hugged you tighter,

it was this moment when he realized, you were his safe spot, his home.

you made him feel valid, he never had to hide the way he felt around you. you never judged. you reassured and treated him with kindness.

it was all he needed after long days of being a idol.

and with that, he slowly closed his eyes, his breathing slowed softly as he began to fall asleep in your arms, you notice his body relaxing, all the tense leaving,

you couldn’t help but smile.

“goodnight ki.. i love you.” you whisper softly before kissing the top of his head, you couldn’t see, but he smiled softly in his sleep, his grip around your waist getting tighter as if he was afraid you’d disappear.

he needed you, and you needed him.

a/n: idk i felt a little ☹️ today .. i miss niki i love niki. gosh i hope he’s getting good rest lately

taglist: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet

[tyuggyuuu]

Just accidentally.

Pairing Karina x fem!reader 🔞 / fifth member of Aespa

Synopsis Accidentally walking up almost naked to your member hotel room, who is also one of your enemies for years.

Warning contains smutx, dirty talk, cursing, using toys, degrading, petnames (mostly slut,whore, princess) dom!Karina and sub!reader, fingering, toying, striping.

Wc : 1,5k

It was just a normal day, like always, doing your scheduled works and practicing really hard for your concert as the concert was close. While rehearsing, you couldn't stop looking at one member, Karina. It wasn't because you were jealous or anything, like always being envious of someone, but something else was happening today. Yeah, it was captivating to watch how her flawless body moved and her curves seemed to be begging to be embraced.

Just before your eyes could switch their gaze, the girl noticed, and her face flashed into a daring smirk, which she always had whenever she was around you.

Your breath hitches as she steps closer to you. "What are you looking at, princess?" Her words spin your mind, causing you to pause a little. You reply, "Nothing, why do you care? Just do your practice, man!" Moving your body, you face your back to her, but you can still feel her frowning face from behind.

"I know you imagined something, right?" Her smirk appeared again, which you could feel just from behind as you have known her for more than years. "Whatever, Karina, do your practice or else-" you stopped when you felt a hand around your waist. Her hands' softness could make anyone weak, and you being wet was just way too overwhelming. "There was something I thought would hurt you." She took her hand off, making you gasp.

The eyes of both of you didn't even try to look at the other side where poor Giselle was trying to stop your fight for the 100th time. "Stop, guys, not this time. I don't want you two to ruin our day. It's literally the concert, and our fans will go crazy if they notice. Be friendly," she finished.

"Be friendly? With her?? I can't," you scoffed before leaving the two, but Karina gazed at you as you left.

The biggest reason to hate her was that she was dating your crush, even after knowing he was your crush. You hated how you happily told her you liked someone, and the next day you saw her with that man you liked a lot.

But the past is the past. You let them both go, and even after some days, you heard they both broke up. But still, it hits you that she betrayed you. And now it looks like, she doesn't even give a fuck about what she did to you.

The happiness on your face can be seen by everyone when you walk to your hotel room after the concert. You loved your fans so much that you ended up crying a little on the stage after seeing their overwhelming support for you.

You wouldn't believe that the other members were still busy because their schedules were much busier than yours. You usually did things earlier to prevent any inconveniences later for your rest.

(well the over happiness can cause you too forget to much things lmao) spoiler

As you reach your room, you feel the exhaustion from the concert and know you need a quick bath to relax. You turn on the water, and as soon as you step in, the warm water touches your skin, instantly calming you. The steam rises around you, and your muscles start to loosen. It’s a fast bath, but enough to wash away the tiredness and help you feel refreshed.

Before you could relax and enjoy yourself, you heard the doorknob of your room opening unexpectedly at that hour. "Who is it?" you asked, with a relaxed tone knowing that only staff or members could enter, and there were plenty of CCTV cameras to monitor.

"When there was no response to your question, curiosity sparked and goosebumps rose as you stepped out to investigate. "Why are you here, Karina?" you inquired, forgetting to cover yourself as you quickly got up to check.

Your half-naked body glistened in the room, catching her gaze as she couldn't tear her eyes away. Your focus was on her lips, which were inadvertently flirting and biting, leaving you unable to think or act in that moment.

"I should be the one asking you that, you know?" Her words caused you to flinch slightly. You were confused by her statement and asked, "Why would you be the one asking this?" Your eyebrows raised in question, but you couldn't decipher any meaning after a stressful and busy day.

"This is my room," she stated, her eyes fixed on your glowing body. Before you could fully process the situation and look around to realize the unfamiliar surroundings, her hand slid onto your waist. You were only wearing a plain white shirt and panties, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Her eyes were locked on your lips, and yours on hers. "I might..." she began to say with a hot, deep voice that made you feel aroused and eager to be with her in bed. "Please..." you blurted out, unable to control your desire. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, but she just smirked, leaving your hand there in a mix of relief and defeat.

The two of you reached for each other's lips the moment you felt the need to be intimate. "Fuck," you mumbled, still able to feel her smirking at your vulnerability. The kiss was more than just a kiss; it was becoming more passionate by the second. The tongue war was intense, and in the end, she emerged as the victor.

"Do you like it?" she asked, one hand on your waist and the other on your ass. You moaned uncontrollably from the pleasure you were receiving as she started to lick your neck and shoulder, giving you hard and wet kisses. "You're so good," you spoke out, the praise only making her more intense as she slapped your ass.

"It will be even better if you strip for me, won't it? You will, right?" Her smirk and dominating tone made you feel submissive in your mind, and you did as she asked.

She sat comfortably on the master bed as she undressed herself and watched you strip for her. "Just wait until I have my way with you, my cute little slut," she said, her words turning you on even more and making you impatient. You got on your knees and crawled to her naked as she spread her legs, asking you to pleasure her, which you did without hesitation.

Her moans grew louder as you pleasured her, your tongue playing with her clit and her pussy. "Damn it, you whore. You know...ahh, fuck, I'm going to punish you for making me feel this good," she said, her breathing interrupted by your intense actions. You didn't stop until she reached her climax, her cum covering your mouth, which you shamelessly licked and swallowed.

"Good girl, now come here," she said, tapping the bed next to her. You lay down, and she went to grab something else.

"You want me to pleasure you more than you want it, right, princess?" She asked, caressing the strands of hair on the sides of your face. Karina stood in front of you with a toy on her waist, her words making you nod quickly in reaction, which caused her to scoff a little at your impatience.

"Mommy, please," you pleaded with puppy eyes as she grabbed your breasts and played with each of them, her other hand down there fingering your holes, and moans escaping your mouth without hesitation.

"Fuck," you whimpered when her two fingers inserted into you and she played with your cunt. "Cum for me, princess, if you need a ride to heaven tonight," she said, her hand moving from your clit to your holes in and out, causing you to reach your climax and cum on her fingers.

She inserted the toy into your walls and started thrusting, causing you to whimper even louder as she was now fucking you with a dildo. "You're so tight, aren't you?" She smirked and began thrusting harder with each motion, making you feel like you were in heaven every second.

"Ah, you, please, make me cum, please mommy, ah, fuck me harder!" You managed to say, the words making her frown before you could release your cum. She stopped and looked at you. "You can't cum right now, You can only cum when I tell you to." You grunted as she inserted it again, both of you moaning and filling the room with your sounds and loudness.

"I want to, ah, please let me," you started to cry and whimper for her to let you cum, but her dominating self wouldn't allow it. "No," she said, making you whimper even harder as she thrust one last time and let you cum for now. After making out for a whole fifteen minutes, you both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. "Are we good now?" You asked as you lay facing each other.

"Only if you pleasure me like this every time I ask you to. I didn't know you were this good sucker," she said, making you chuckle and roll your eyes at her. "You know you're going to get punished if you roll your eyes like that at me," she said, smirking.

[berlinswifey]

Caught up on Twitch - Agent 00

Warning - Smut, cussing… that’s mostly it

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I was relaxing on Agent’s bean bag as he was screaming at his chat for the 100th time that night, probably about his big ass forehead.

“Chat y’all STAY dick riding bro!” He said as he got up to get a bottle of water for himself.

Getting up, I sat down in his chair and started talking to the chat cause I was lowkey bored.

“Hey guys! I’m bored, give me something to do,” I exclaimed reading the chat messages.

Eezybakeoven: TRUTH OR DARE!!!!!!!!

AgentsMaker: My wife frfr guys…

Bigjustbust: Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!

Agentgurl_00: Truth or dare

“Din, wanna do truth or dare?” I said turning around but he was already pressed up behind me. Like nigga moveeeeee. “Bro what are you doing, back up.”

“Girl who is you talking to, you’re in MY chair, talking to MY stream. Get up.” He tilted the chair to push me out of it.

I kissed my teeth and stood up and sat on the other chair while glaring at Agent who just sat down with a big ass smile on his face like everything is sweet.

“Anyways chat, I came up with a great idea. We should play truth or dare,” This nigga,“Totally an original idea, so let’s do it guys, I’m gonna turn on text-to-speech, yall don’t be weird.”

[YoMamaHouse Donated 1 Dollar:

I dare one of you to tell us something nobody knows!!!]

“You wanna do or should I, Din?”

“You can go right ahead.”

“Okay, so I am in love with one of my closest friends. Next person!” I smiled and continued on while I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I looked everywhere but at him.

[Nutonmyface6969 Donated 1 Dollar: Make out with any food in the fridge for a minute]

“I got this one,” he got up and went to the fridge and grabbed an apple.

He took the apple and and stared at it for a good few seconds before starting, he was giving it light pecks before he started to tongue down the apple, licking it sensual while keeping eye contact, to say this was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen was an understatement. I was getting turned from just watching a man make out with a fruit. I know how Daphne felt in Bridgerton now.

“And time, good job lover boy. Y’all gonna get married now?” I giggled before turning away from the camera to gather myself cause girlllllll.

“Chat, we’ll be back in a few minutes. I gotta go handle something.” He paused the stream and turned me around and pulled me to him.

“Bro what are you doing! We were in the middle of something!” I kept on rambling until I was cut off by a pair of lips. I was shocked for a minute before I kissed back and deepened the kiss. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of his lap.

“Wait baby, let’s go to your bed first.” He nodded, looking dazed and picked me up, practically running to his room and threw me on the bed.

He leaned down on top of me and kissed my jaw down to my neck while my hands were pinned up over my head with his left hand, preventing me from touching him. His tongue swirled around my neck as I squirmed and moaned.

“Let me touch you baby, I wanna feel you,” I moaned while tugging my hands.

He gazed at me through his hooded eyes and let go of my hands. They immediately grasped his hair and he let out a strained sigh and proceeded to pull my shorts off my body.

“No underwear on? You were ready for this, weren’t you?” He said as he flipped me over on my knees and started to finger me. I moved against his hand while letting out soft moans. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Let me get a taste baby, let me taste you.”

I moaned as he started to eat me out from behind, I struggled to stay up on my arms and let my chest collapse onto the bed and started breathing heavily. He landed a hard smack to my ass as he spread my folds and stuck his tongue inside of me. He’s not the first person I’ve been with but he is the best.

He found my clit, flicking it with his tounge before he shove two fingers in me, “You’re dripping baby.” I wanted to say something but everything just came out as a whine or a moan. His hands spread my ass, his thumb finding its way to my hole before he slipped it in.

I let out a scream and he used his other hand to rub my back as he tried to soothe me. I was so close from the immense pleasure from him eating me and fingering my ass as well. I started moaning louder as I was nearing my release and he could feel it too, he pulled his thumb out of my ass and started to rub my clit vigorously until I started squirting all over the bed and his face.

“Let it out girl, let it all out,” he said as he continued to rub my clit, helping me ride out my orgasm. He flipped me over and kissed me as I tasted myself on his tongue.

“You ready babe?” He asked lining himself up—, wait when did he take his pants off?????

Oh well, who cares?

I nodded and then felt him sheathed himself inside of me in a single stroke.

My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I whimpered as he started off slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

“Yes!” I choked out. Using his right hand to spread my leg out more to allow him to go deeper. I could barely catch my breath as he started to go faster, the head board rocking against the wall. Pinned down by both his cock and his hand on my leg . A line of sensations hit me, each more pleasurable than the last.

I looked up at him, admiring his features as he focused on pleasing me. The sweat that rolled off his forehead already, the way his eyebrows scrunched up and the stare he kept onto my face as he started to thrust faster and harder.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned,“you’re taking me so well baby. You finna cum baby?” I nodded, “Yeah?” I nodded again, “Yeah?” I moaned out a loud yes as he started chuckling.

“Cum with me baby.”

I started to unravel onto him and I could’ve sworn I saw stars bro. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he came inside of me with a heavy sigh.

“Din?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

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AND THIS IS IT GUYS

it’s not the best cause I did do this last minute so I didn’t proofread it. So there may be some errors.

But tell me how you guys liked it!!!!

💜💜💜

[aothotties]

BIO1108 - R. Sukuna

an: this is the final i am MOST worried about. if only i had king sukuna to help get my mind off it.

warnings: cursing, nipple sucking, oral (f.recieving), squirting

wc: 1370

You let out an exhausted sigh.

You looked over your notes for what felt like the 100th time and you were still stumped. You reviewed all the powerpoints and even found youtube videos over the material but it just felt like you were quite grasping it 

You were nervous that you'd fail your final and in turn, fail the class so you knew you had to keep going until you got it right.

Your vision got blurry as tears welled up in your eyes and you blinked hard trying to fight them back. You needed a break and decided it would be best to give yourself a few minutes to clear your mind.

You walked into the kitchen to grab some water and a snack. While there you saw your boyfriend, Sukuna.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asked while noticing the worried look on your face 

“Horrible” you answered 

“You need some help?” he asked, genuinely wanting to help 

“ Can you explain the Shannon Diversity Index and tell me the difference between species diversity and genetic diversity by any chance?” you asked knowing he wouldn't know the answer but you were desperate 

He gave you a blank stare. He so badly wanted to give you a joke as an answer but he knew you weren't in the mood. You let out a sigh as you realized you would probably never get the answer to your question nor would you even understand the concepts. 

You opened the fridge but couldn't see the contents as you had started crying and the tears were blurring your sight. Sukuna noticed you crying and ran to pull you into a big hug

“Baby please don't cry. You're so smart and capable i know you'll figure it out” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead 

“I'm not that smart Sukuna” you said between sobs, “i cant even explain the difference between xylem and phloem in plants and my final is tomorrow! I'm going to fail!”

At this point you were breaking down in his arms. You've never felt so defeated in your life and you were scared of what tomorrow would bring. 

He rubbed your back and let you cry it out on his chest. He kissed your forehead and cupped your cheeks so you could look up at him

“y/n, you're the smartest girl i've ever met. You know way more than you think and I just know you’ll understand everything you need to know before your final tomorrow. I think you're stressed and I'm glad you're taking a break. Let's relax for a bit, okay?” he said to you with a concerned look in his eyes 

You nodded your head and he smiled then placed a peck on your lips. You walked over to the kitchen island and sat up on the counter.

He brought over some water and you thanked him as you took the cup from his hands. He stood in between your legs as they dangled off the counter and wrapped his arms around your waist. He laid his head on your chest and you ran your fingers through his pink hair. 

“Thank you. I really needed to hear you say all of that” you said to him 

“Of course, thats what im here for” he responded 

You both sat in silence for a second before you broke it 

“You're right, i need to relax for a second and get my head straight before i dive back into it” you said with yet another sigh 

“For sure, take as long as you need” he said 

He lifted his head and looked you in the eye and flashed you his pearly white smile. You couldn't help but smile back.

He puckered up for a kiss and you leaned down to give him one. You only plated one kiss on his lips and he jokingly poked out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. You laughed at how silly he was and gave him another kiss. 

 He stood up and brought your empty cup to the sink. He began washing it out and you stared at him as he did so. You couldn't help but notice the way his muscles poked though his wife beater. You heart began racing and your mind went elsewhere.

He turned around and immediately recognized the look on your face. He walked over to where you were sitting again and positioned himself between your legs. instinctively , you wrapped them around his hips.

“You okay?” he asked with a devious smile

“Y-yeah, im fine” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck 

He leaned down and kissed you. As soon as his lips met yours, you eyes fluttered shut and he deepened the kiss.

He tried to pull back for a second, but you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him right back in. his lips crashed on yours then he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You sucked on it lightly knowing what it did you him.

He stepped closer to you and you felt his bulge through his sweats. You slowly began grinding on him. His hands went straight to your ass and he roughly squeezed.

His kisses began trailing lower, first to your jawline, then down to your neck. When he got to your sweet spot he sank his teeth into the flesh causing you to moan. You know it would leave a mark but you didn't care it felt way too good.

He kissed even lower to your collar bone and eventually your chest that peeked through your low cut shirt.

Sukuna’s hands moved from your ass to your breast where he massaged them through your shirt.

“Can i take this off?” he asked 

You nodded your head giving him permission to slip your shirt off. He threw it across the kitchen once he got it off your body. 

He immediately attached his lips to your nipple, sucking softly on the hardened bud. You threw your head back and ran your fingers through his hair.  He moved over to the other one and continued his work on that one as well 

He wasted no time and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and slid them off of you, taking your panties down with them.

He stepped back and positioned his face between your legs. He licked his lips as he admired your cunt and how wet she already was. 

He hooked his arms under your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter where his lips met your clit. You gasped as you felt him lightly suck. 

His tongue began licking circles around the mound and he inserted his middle finger into your slit. He curled it so he could hit your g-spot and once he got it, he rubbed it over and over driving you insane. Your back arched and you felt your thighs closing in on his head. You always worried that you would smother him but for Sukuna, it was heaven. If he died right there and would die a happy man. 

The pressure of his sucking increased and he inserted his ring finger alongside the middle one and increased the pace.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned, knowing that combo was going to get you to your peak 

“Mhm”, he groaned into your cunt, “you like that” he aksed

“Y-yes - fuck- feels so good” you whined in response.

This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He loved pleasuring you and would do it for hours if you let him 

You felt that knot in your stomach and knew you were close. You pulled his hair and arched your back even more. You grinded against his face, chasing that high. He knew you were close but didn't change a thing. He knew you loved exactly what he was doing.

The knot snapped and you came, hard. You squirted all over his face and dripped on the counter and the floor under you. 

He pulled back and looked at you with a satisfied grin. 

He kissed your lips and looked directly in your eyes and said

“Now, go and pass that final tomorrow and I'll really show you a good time” 

Rachel

[sigmasoyboy]

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]

Was suggested on instagram to write from Gage's POV and thinking about how I would ever write from someone who's been essentially dog lobotomized actually got me thinking so hard I started writing. The formatting of this one is a reading nightmare but the never ending run-on sentence tightly packed into one block of text feels the most appropriate to a dog's inner thoughts so… You have to suffer for the sake of art™️

cw: ableist and misogynistic language, PTSD, panic attack, murder, vomit, loss of humanity through being genetically spliced with a dog

Right now there is only [RUNNING] and [PANTING] and the wind whipping your face and twigs digging into your paw pads and snapping under your weight and the sweat tickling the inside of your thigh as it rolls down the expanse of your (ever) hairless leg. You almost want to throw your hands down into the decaying grass and leaves to propel your body further but (something) keeps you anchored to your bipedal ways, your body knows it was never made for sprinting on all four but your body was also bent once and could probably be bent further all the way to the other side transhumanised so far the evolutionary path to break all knowns nomenclature and classification and leap from (human) to [DOG] just as you do out of the shrubbery as soon as your hear [YOUR NAME], toes skidding into the overgrown lawn as you halt, tongue hanging out dumbly trying as you might to bring moisture back into your bone dry mouth. The useless instincts you (forcefully) have inherited work against you but thankfully [HE!!!] turns on the garden hose [HE!!] uses to bath you with and fresh water springs out, splattering everywhere against your open mouth. There used to be a better way to drink but you (forgot) how so you chew at the air trying to catch this pesky pesky water into your mouth while getting drenched, you were hot anyway, running so so hot from all the excess dopamine secreted by your happy happy dumb brain, so easily pleased.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]; it’s the 100th time you thought this exact thing today not with words or inner monologue only pure unadulterated stabs at your mesocorticolimbic circuit, things are only [GOOD] or [BAD] not in terms of the morals (you lacked) but in terms of [PLEASURE] and [PAIN], so simple and so good like quenching your thirst and moving your limbs and eating and shitting and nerve endings being stimulated by a [GOOD SCRATCH] just like [HE] is doing right now immediately replacing the serotonin from the water [HE] just shut off, not having a care in the world for how greasy your (hair) feels or the way you wildly shake off to dry yourself or the fact that you are (not) a dog at all. You wouldn’t get any of it anyway because all you understand now is [ANGRY] and [SOFT] tone so as long as [HE] coos at (you) softly [HE] can say anything and (you) would happily (giggle) and [RUB YOUR HEAD] against his big calloused hands even if he was (talking shit). You were liberated against your (will) and you are too dumb to realize it, of course you are why would you ever stop and try to think when you can just march alongside [HIM] like [HE TAUGHT] [YOU]] like a good stupid fuckass (dog) getting all [EXCITED] because you realize [HE] is walking towards the [KITCHEN] which can only mean any and all (doubt) or [FEAR] that’s desperately trying to join each others can be [SILENCED] by a motherfucking spoonfull of [PEANUT BUTTER HOLY SHIT] sticky and salty and obstructing your airway momentarily but thank goodness you still know how to breath through your (nose) while you smack your (lips) desperately trying to (get away from the [DELICIOUS TREAT] clawing at the leathery cushion with your splitting nails nerve endings stimulated by [HURT HURT HURT FUCK what did you do why were you bad why is this happening to you this wasn’t supposed to happen you weren’t supposed to get caught in the first place but the [BITC H] squealed and slipped through your fingers and now you’re the one being [GUD LA DET SLUTTE VÆR SÅ SNILL] you should’ve made a bigger hole and (fucked it) so [BAD] no one will ever be able to identify your whore bitch corpse you r eally fucked up this time you can barely breathe through any hole now in out in out in out head heavy with the weight of ([HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS]) getting really really light so much so you don’t feel your (claws) slicing until the victim became unrecognizable aggravated [MASSACRE] of your (ultimate reality) now there’s only [DROOL] and a little bit of [VOMIT] and your clammy skin against the (cold old tiles) of the kitchen floor and [HIS] form above you [WARM] palm encircling almost your entire still trembling arm and (garbled speech) you can never [UNDERSTAND] again, it’s so [WARM] and (nice) your [TAIL] slaps the kitchen floor, beginning to unknot [HIS] brow as you can feel yourself (smiling) dumbly at [HIM]. And now there is only [PETTING] and [ROLLING ON THE FLOOR] with the sweet-acrid aroma of [PEANUT BUTTER] and [VOMIT] [HE] stops you from [LAPPING] just before your tongue touches it.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS].

[andrea-lyn]

Avatar the Last Airbender - Master Fic Rec Post

See under the cut for forty-two total recs, predominantly Zukka.

Wooing the Water Tribe by lenaballena (ALL TIME FAVE RIGHT HERE)

Zuko is courting Katara, and with every passing day finds new and insane ways of showing that he would quite literally move the spirit world and earth to make her happy.

In hindsight, it probably would've been better if Sokka had realised he was in love with Zuko at literally any time before this. Or preferably, never fallen for his best friend in the first place.

exothermic reaction by blueconsequences

When Sokka is temporarily blinded by Fire Nation soldiers, the members of the Gaang take turns to care for him.

One pair of hands is warmer than the others.

Love's Such an Old-Fashioned Word by drvcos

When invited to the 100th anniversary of his father’s company, after 15 years of radio silence, Zuko decides to show how happy he is to all the people from his past. There’s only one (fatal) problem.

Or,

Zuko is a frazzled single dad, Sokka is an absolute flirt, and the “fake” that comes before their relationship doesn’t feel all that fake.

like real people do by verdanthoney for bleekay

Sokka knew he would be dealing with a raging case of baby fever during their annual vacation on Ember Island. What he didn’t expect was to discover that he was also hopelessly in love with Zuko, and had been for years without realizing.

Spirits Help Us, There's Two of Them by hopepunk

Sokka and Zuko are both weird guys. Fortunately, they're the same kind of weird as each other.

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only by jatersade

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

isn't this the vision that you wanted by nebulastucky

Firelord Zuko - ender of the Hundred Year War, ruler of the Fire Nation, payer of respects and reparations - takes advice and counsel from representatives of every nation, division, and specialty.

But teenage boy Zuko - friend of turtleducks, wielder of fun looking swords, stumbler over words and feet in the presence of cute boys - only listens to two people, and they are conspiring together to ruin him.

or: Iroh just wants what's best for his nephew, and Katara just wants to know everyone's business.

we had a moment, we had a summertime by nebulastucky

Sokka shrugs. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You get captured and killed by the Fire Nation,” Toph provides.

“They won’t execute me in a tea shop,” Sokka says around a sudden lump in his throat. “That’d be bad for business.”

or: the one where sokka falls for a tea shop and a boy with too much charm for his own good.

Ignition Point by Yuu_chi

Most people know they're a bender since birth. Sokka just had to discover it at twenty when he accidentally burns his own house down.

Alchemy by mindbending

Sokka (a.k.a the Silent Knight, a.k.a. the sharpest detective in Caldera City) has three cases weighing on his mind.

1.) Zuko, son of the mob boss Ozai, has gone missing under sinister circumstances. 2.) Lee, a teahouse waiter with the face of an angel, wears a scar of mysterious origins. 3.) The Blue Spirit, a lithe and enigmatic cat burglar, keeps stealing into the Fire Nation’s storehouses (not to mention Sokka’s dreams).

Sokka sighs and takes a swig from his special bottle. It’s hard solving three completely unrelated mysteries at the same time...

i wanna be still with you by tristanyvaine

Handwritten letters sent back and forth do not a love story make. Or. Maybe they do, in the case of a certain Fire Lord and Water Tribe warrior who happen to fall in love over sending letters to each other at least.

keeps me up late at night by midnights

Fifteen years since the war had ended, and still Zuko remembered every step of the way as if it were yesterday. More than anything, he remembered Sokka. He'd been in love with him then, and he still was.

ft. ambassador sokka, fancy parties, pining zuko, and two oblivious fools

the brightest you've ever been by panthalassas

Azula folds herself into the lotus position and empties her mind. Then Yue places her hands on either side of Azula's face, and her mind fills back up again. Or: Yue notices Azula is lonely. Turns out, Azula's ready to feel some emotions.

real love baby by verdanthoney

Five times Zuko and Sokka pretend they aren't in love, and one time they don't.

OR,

Sokka initiates a friends with benefits relationship between them, and Zuko keeps coming back for more.

Seasons in the Sun by burkesl17

Ambassador Sokka's first year in the Fire Nation, a story for each of its seasons. With thunder, assassins, blossoms, poison, politics, volcanoes and a baby dragon. Also falling in love.

Or: four parties, four assassination attempts.

Please Return if Found by CSHfic, VSfic

When Sokka sees a “lost pet” poster near his apartment for an actual, literal dragon, he thinks it’s a joke.

Right up until he finds the dragon sitting on his couch.

Nobility by hikuni

Book 3. Sokka/Zuko. Set after The Boiling Rock Pt. 2, Sokka and Zuko explore the Western Air Temple, where Sokka tries to get Zuko to talk about girls, marriage, and maybe even a future for the two of them.

Worship the Ashes by meregalaxiesandgods, patentpending

All Azula wants is for things to go back to the way they were – her father on the precipice of conquering the world, her own position secure at his right hand. Now, the only secure thing is her, trapped in a gilded cage in her brother's new Fire Nation. Lonely and adrift, Azula would do anything to make it end, until an unexpected connection rekindles a light she long-thought had burned to ashes. But falling for Suki isn't something Azula can let herself do, especially with the world as they know it threatening to crumble around them.

Or: Azula goes to therapy, has an identity crisis, stops actively trying to kill her brother, makes a few friends, and falls in love along the way.

No Quiet Life by JustGettingBy

Zuko's not sure when it started. It would be easy to say it started with Boiling Rock, or with the Western Air Temple. But whenever it started, his crush isn’t about to go away anytime soon.

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“It’s not too late, ‘Lee’. We could steal a boat. Sail across the high seas until we hit the horizon. Spend the rest of our days living off the land.” He brandishes his arm as if to show Zuko the untapped potential of their future as wild hunters.

“No, Sokka.”

Sokka shrugs. “Well, it was worth a shot. When you’re up to your eyeballs in expense reports, don’t say I didn’t ask.”

Zuko’s mouth feels very dry. “I won’t.”

virtues uncounted by bloobeary

fire lord zuko visits the southern water tribe eight years after the war ends

based on that text post

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic, VSfic (My absolute fave of the canon rewrites for its wildly IC enemies-to-lovers feel)!

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

Ashes Inside When You Finish Your Song by Muncaster

Sokka writes lyrics for his sister’s band. Zuko plays piano and is unnecessarily nice. Fellas, is it gay to write love songs about your friend and his golden eyes?

(AKA, a modern band AU featuring The Gaang, crappy software equipment, homoerotic lyrics, and the realization that maybe, if you think about a guy every night before you sleep, you just might be in love with him.)

Relief Next to Me by wilteddaisy (taotu)

Sokka thinks Ozai’s beach house is pretty awesome. Slightly less awesome is the couch he has to sleep on, as is accidentally getting into Zuko’s bed. At first, that is.

noble blood by lupus (khaleeseas)

The Southern Water Tribe was no place for a firebender...or even a Fire Prince for that matter. And yet here Zuko was, not only in the South Pole’s capital itself but in the Royal Palace, protecting the tribe’s Chief after a failed assassination attempt. Chief Sokka, his old friend and a man who was intelligent and witty, yet kind of a dumbass. A man who was brave and strong and kind. A man who Zuko was utterly failing not to develop...personal feelings for. __

aka: a kind of roleswap AU with Southern Water Tribe Chief Sokka and bodyguard/mercenary Zuko.

it's more about the things that you take with by winterfire22

it’s been a few years since zuko took the throne, and he's doing his best. but there are some things missing.

enter his new ambassador program, and an opportunity to reconnect with an old friend.

before we jump ship, let me teach you how to stay afloat by eurydicees

He doesn't remember when his feelings changed, just that, somewhere between the fires of his homeland and the ocean of Sokka's pirate ship, he fell in love.

In which Zuko learns to swim, Sokka falls in love, and the sun and ocean remain as steady as ever.

in silence; ripen, fall and cease by aiyah

Zuko reaches out with trembling hands and tucks it behind Sokka’s ear.

“A pretty flower for a pretty boy,” he whispers.

- - -

[or: this is the story of an ikebana artist and the man who visits him.]

zing by meteor-sword (vaenire)

“I’ll just put away the rest of the treats for them. Toph, hold this will you?” He hefts Zuko’s bag over to her before Toph can protest, and she has a mind to drop the bag at her feet before she feels something interesting inside the bag. As her seismic sense ran passively through the bag, she sensed something small; it was heavier than the parchment but lighter than the bag of coins-- giving a feedback of vibration somewhere between glass and limestone.

//

Like usual, Toph sees this coming when no one else does.

gold in the air of summer by leopardfringe

Sometimes, Toph likes to ask about colors. Not often—people generally aren't great at explaining them to her, but her newfound metalbending abilities have left her curious.

(This, of course, has nothing at all to do with how she doesn’t even need her feet to know who's crushing on who in this group. Nope, this is just purely for research, and definitely not because she's sick of them dragging their feet.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red by tristanyvaine

Zuko falls in love with Sokka in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka falls in love with Zuko in the Fire Nation. It spirals from there.

or: (Zuko thinks a lot about blue, words, love, and Sokka // Sokka thinks a lot about red, touch, love, and Zuko)

To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved) by Erisenyo

Zuko needs tomorrow to be perfect, but when one person is so many things to so many people--My Lord, Fire Lord, Nephew, Zuzu, Sifu Hotman--how is he going to find the time to make sure everything goes exactly right?

Or,

Five titles Zuko has earned himself + One more to add to the list. If he can just get through this Very Important International Celebration first...

this ultraviolet morning light by GallifreyanFairytale

“Sokka?” Zuko’s voice is quiet and raspy as he shifts just enough that Sokka lifts his head up from Zuko’s shoulder. The confession Sokka had ready to go dies on his lips at Zuko’s expression - at the red he can just barely make out in Zuko’s eyes. “Sokka, I… need to tell you something.”

Sokka swallows and nods silently, not trusting his own admission to not slip out if he dares to open his mouth. Zuko must be confessing the same thing Sokka wants to. Which, admittedly, Sokka hadn’t actually planned for, but it’s fine. He can adapt to this. He just needs to shift a few words around in his brain, and--

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?”

And why does Zuko’s tone make this sound like a break up?

OR

sokka and zuko break up, make up, go undercover, thwart a rebellion, watch the sunrise, and change the course of fire nation history. not necessarily in that order.

the stars sighed in unison by spellboundrose

For some reason, Zuko can't stop looking at Sokka out of the corner of his eye. It must be something about the way the moonlight reflects off his skin—or maybe how his eyes, such a vibrant shade of blue, glimmer like the stars above them—

Oh.

Oh, no.

(Or, five moments under the night sky and one beneath the sun.)

everything and nothing at once by tristanyvaine

See, everything would be fine if Sokka was here, because if Sokka was here then Zuko wouldn't be thinking about him over and over and over again while he misses him from the stupid ponytail to his weird Water Tribe shoes.

signs of light by beachytablecloth

And now, out of breath from running, Sokka can feel the anxiety beginning to overwhelm him, stitching his sides and pounding in his ears.

“It’s Zuko,” he finally gets out, panting. “He’s missing.”

or,

Zuko gets kidnapped; Sokka falls apart.

A Predictable Story by mindbending

"On this night, you shall share a kiss with a great love of your life!”

That lying, scummy Aunt Wu predicts a grand romance for Sokka. To disprove her "fortunetelling" once and for all, Sokka decides to spend the night with least romantic person he knows.

Zuko.

Boomerangs and Rainbows by mindbending

At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow.

In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.

little taste of heaven by loserlesbian

"His mom had given him a diary.

No, not a diary–– a journal, she had specified. He knows it’s a diary. Zuko thinks she only called it a journal because she thought that Zuko wouldn’t use it if she said otherwise. A diary is for feelings and angst, but a journal was for working through your problems without all that mushy, gushy stuff. It was for writing out simply what was in your head, nothing more, nothing less."

or, zuko through the years, struggling with himself and his sexuality.

i'll tell you the truth (but never goodbye) by lesmiserablol

“I was ready to fight for us. I was ready to find a way, any way for us to work. And you were the one who ran away when it got too hard!” “That’s not what happened and you know it!” Sokka snaps. “It was never going to work, and it was stupid to keep pretending otherwise! I’m sorry Zuko, I am, but just because you are the Fire Lord, just because we– we were in love, everything wasn’t going to magically fall into place.” Zuko still has a stubborn expression on his face. There are angry tears in his eyes when he says, “We could’ve figured it out. We could’ve…been us. We could’ve had a good life together.” “Yeah, well, I guess we won’t ever know.” (or, the twenty years between Zuko and Sokka breaking up and finally getting together again, shown in 5 times they don’t say goodbye, +1 time they don’t have to)

boy problems by burnt_oranges

“I accidentally signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka,” Zuko says faintly. He sits up so fast he almost falls out of his chair. “I signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka, and he agreed." In which Zuko suffers in a variety of ways, including but not limited to: close and constant proximity to the object of his affections, assassination attempts, and irreparable injuries to his dignity.

Yesterday is Ashes by alivingfire

Sokka takes a strategic step back, but he also smiles: triumphant, like he baited Zuko into exactly what he wanted. Like it’s a challenge. It’s the same way he looked when they sized each other up at the prison, with Sokka in chains that left red marks around his wrist, in tattered prison garb, malnourished and angry. Back then, that was Sokka saying: I see your power. I see you. Now, see me. Zuko saw him then. And he sees him now; different, but the same. I see you. Zuko lights his daos in flame. Sokka grins, back to gravel and heat. “Come on, Fire Lord. Impress me.”Zuko burns. His vision flickers with fire. His heart races. His blood sings. His body is like a magnet, pulling ever onward to meet Sokka’s. He advances.He pins Sokka to the wall, blades against his throat. Or, Zuko found Aang first, Sokka and Katara were imprisoned in Boiling Rock for trying to rescue their dad, and all Sokka knows is he's pretty sure he's not supposed to think the Fire Lord is attractive but he's never let things like rules stop him before.

in flammam flammas【火上澆火】 by ranilla_bean

Zuko scoffed. “As always, I am the author of my own unhappiness.”Sokka hummed. “Years ago, when it was just us travelling together, we came across this fortune teller. I didn’t believe any of that mumbo-jumbo. But then she said that my life would be full of struggle and anguish, most of it self-inflicted.”It suited Zuko’s life extraordinarily well, he felt. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m the only person in the Fire Nation who has a vision of what it takes for this country to get better.”Sokka turned to face him, but Zuko looked resolutely forwards. “That can’t be true.”

Zuko turns twenty-five. In spite of his best efforts, the Fire Nation seems to lurch from crisis to crisis. The firebenders have lost their flame, and the situation with the former colonies is only worsening. All the while, he's ill, lonely, and consumed by work. And on the other side of the country, Sokka has just moved in with one Master Piandao.

[princessjojo-x]

Pisces Mars

💝 he’s easily overwhelmed with a sensitive temperament so he acts withdrawn at times. consequently, he’s often perceived as mysterious or detached.

💝 he’s prone to being used & dominated by others. after being repeatedly treated like a door mat, he conclusively develops a victim/inferiority complex & he eventually creates protective mechanisms that push others away.

💝 this placement produces feminine energy so he’s naturally passive & submissive. however, he desperately wants to disguise that so he overcompensates extensively. he’ll attempt to achieve a dominating position & constantly compete with other men. he’s trying to prove his masculinity to avoid being perceived as weak. he shields himself behind an ‘alpha male’ facade but this ‘dominant’ image clashes with his default nature. i think this placement is the essence of ‘small man syndrome’ & an example of someone with it is andrew tate.

💝 swimming away is his most commonly used strategy when unpleasant situations occur, including disputes & drama. if you confront him he’ll posses an unbothered & calm attitude. he perceives arguing as pointless & he has trouble asserting himself. the worst thing you can do to him is drag him into a situation or blame him for something which he has nothing to do with.

💝 if he has a problem with you he’ll talk abt it with everyone but you. additionally, he’ll either go full ghost mode or put on a smile for show. you should only expect a reaction from him if it’s abt something very important to him.

💝 he doesn’t feel any urgency to resolve a conflict right away but he does tend to forgive & forget easily. sometimes he uses forgiveness performatively & stages it in a calculated way. this is his attempt to float above the situation at hand.

💝 he can be slightly blurry & hard to read. he goes back on his words a lot mainly to please others. consequently, others never really understood what the purpose of his actions are.

💝 if he’s attracted to someone he’ll dream & fantasise abt them daily but be reluctant to make the first move. even if he literally loves someone, he may still leave them be, bc he’s afraid of how much he feels for them. amongst all the mars signs, he is the most willing to discard, give up & let go. if you haven’t already noticed he’s a major escapist in all areas of life!

💝 he’s so gentle & attentive in bed whether it’s the 1st or 100th time with him. the way he touches & kisses you will make you think he actually has feelings for you. he doesn’t want to hurt you in bed, unless you ask, which just show how submissive he truly is.

💝 it takes a while for him to move on & get over things bc he is a dreamer & will daydream abt things often.

💝 he goes with the flow, believes in blessings in disguise & thinks that everything will eventually work out.

💝 he doesn’t like you if he’s not spending all of his time & energy on you.

💝 he may have hypnotising eyes or a high/tired look to him.

💝 he can struggle with misplaced anger that comes out at random times that he’s held in for decades.

Turn On’s:

💝 even though pisces venus are attracted 'girly girls' & feminine energy, pisces mars prefer a gothic, curvy, aggressive & older woman. also, he’s most attracted to women that are not well known or hide in the shadows.

💝 sexually, he yearns for a deep soul connection that transcends the physical realm & he wants to be completely consumed when having sex. he perceives lovemaking as a spiritual experience that intertwines two souls together.

💝 pleasing, pleasuring & satisfying his partner turns him on. he’ll adapt to whatever his partner wants him to be.

💝 he loves watery settings & themes (shower sex/oil massage/wet coochie)

💝 he likes gentle touches, passionate kisses, tender affection, gentle whispers & soulful gazes.

💝 other possible turn on’s are tag-teaming, anal, strangers & cuckolding (meaning: his wife sleeping with another man). plus, the feet are his erogenous zones!

💝 water mars love positions where they can see their partners face.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he dislikes partners who are too demanding & insensitive so ensure to not make fun of him.

[midnighmoonligh]

Hiii!! Can you please do Valeria Garza caregiver headcanons with a autistic little who regrese rlly little one to four and has autism and adhd and is really needy and dependent and will cry without her? It’s okay if not thank you so much!!

Valeria Head Canon's

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A/N ; Never done one of these before so I hope it turns/ed out okay!

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She likes to wear baggy clothing & belts where you can grab onto comfortably for you both.

Valeria is very against taking you with her when she needs to work, but there's times she will if she trusts the people she's around enough.

She really loves planning little dates (/p) with you in her free time.

She always seems to have an endless amount of tissues in her pockets. That and your favor candy. Crying? Tissues, cheek kisses, and a candy. Fell? Same thing. Feeling absolutely happy? Candy anyways.

She's the master of being stern but gentle. She hates when you're upset, but also prioritizes your body's health!

There are times where she has to leave for awhile for work. While she's gone she'll spray her favorite stuffie of yours with her perfume and call daily (usually more than once a day!).

You'd have a favorite bodyguard of hers. They're always hanging around for obvious reasons and always panic whenever Valeria has to step out for a few minutes.

Valeria always makes sure you're loved and cared for. So what if you're spoiled? She couldn't resist getting you that 100th stuffie when you had those eyes.

She's got money and 100% spends SO much of it on you without hesitation.

She's very good at reminding you she's always there even when you're not. Even when you guy's first met, she had a handle on your dependency.

Valeria is usually put together, but the days she has hard times with you she's very good at communicating and putting it into gentle words.

100% you have your own regression bedroom, a space in her bedroom, and a space in her office. She let you design everything even down to the wall and floor colors.

She's super patient when you're having your bad days. Whether it's with anxiety or over/under stimulation it doesn't matter. She'll often take a break from work completely for the day to make sure you're okay.

Valeria's personal favorite time is bath time. Simply because she loves all the cool toys that you have too. Sometimes, she's bad about letting you stay in the too cold water.

She loves to play with you. She's not a very physical or active body player, too tired from work, but she loves sitting down and coloring with you for hours or playing legos.

She's also super vocal, praising absolutely everything even when it's not needed sometimes. If you regress to baby space, she'll absolutely babble with you while smiling so hard her cheeks get sore.

[blurredcolour]

Hi! As one of the “ladies who Brady” I just want to say thank you for providing content for us Brady fans.

I’d also like to request some headcanons for how Brady would act when he’s jealous.

Feel free to get as spicy as you want.

Darling fellow Lady Who Bradys, what a joy it is to see our numbers swell of late!!! John Brady is getting the attention he so richly deserves 💙

So outside the super specific scenario I laid out in Parting Gifts, I feel like if he was able to directly interact with the source of his jealousy, Brady’s snark would come shining through.

Mature/explicit themes - 18+ below the cut (I got super carried away…)

Huge thanks to darling @precious-little-scoundrel for collaborating with me on this one

Typically he’s not a very insecure individual, but here at the ad-hoc reunion of men from the 100th with you on his arm he cannot help but feel old rivalries burning a little brighter

Goes to fetch the pair of you fresh drinks while you chat with a few friends you’d already met back in New York before you relocated here to Maryland for his new job

On his return, he is surprised to find you alone with that lush Jones from Arkansas with his strawberry blond hair and absurdly long eyelashes and it immediately raises his hackles

Comes to stand close to you, inserting himself slightly between you and the interloper as he gently sets the drink in your hand

“John Brady!” Jones greets him with exaggerated joviality and he acknowledges him with a tight-lipped, polite smile and nod “so glad ya took time outta yer busy schedule ter come ter our lil’ ol’ get together”

“So glad you managed to find the place, Jones.” Brady’s eyes glitter with a hard edge and you do your best not to choke on the sip of your drink you’d just taken

Jones, for his part, remains as blithely oblivious of the slight as he had proven of the finer details of navigation and drones on, continuing to shuffle closer to you and ask you all manner of intrusive questions until Brady decides he has a headache and it’s time to call it a night

Makes you wait under the overhang in front of the hotel as he dashes out into the rain to fetch the car, darting around to open your door despite the second soaking it earns him

“Thank you, Johnny” you smile fondly and kiss his cheek before sliding onto the leather bench seat at his side as he pulls out for home

At first it’s hard to discern, above the noise of the wipers squeaking across the windshield as they desperately try to fight off the deluge of water, but eventually you pick up on the fact that Brady is muttering bitterly under his breath

“…wouldn’t know a cardinal direction if it jumped up and bit him in the behind…man hasn’t dried out one drop since landing stateside, pickled as a fish…too bad he’s allowed to dress himself now, what an abysmal suit he was wearing…”

Subtly glancing out of the corner of your eye you can see his exasperated expression, cheeks inflated as though he were caught in some extended inhale

“Betcha make the yummiest roast, doncha sugar” he suddenly drawls in perfect mimicry of Jones and you have to desperately press your fingers to your lips to smother your laugh. “How would you know what a good roast is, you squirrel eating bastard” his scathing blow delivered to his absent enemy is your undoing, a giggle slipping past your defences and quickly drawing his gaze

“Sorry, Johnny, sorry that was just a really funny one” you apologize quickly

He huffs in exasperation and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling him relax slightly under your affection as he turns down your back lane

“I’ll grab the garage door” you insist quickly as he pulls into the driveway and can hear his protests even as you climb out of the car, but pay them no mind as you unlock and roll up the door, sliding back inside and he pulls in

You know Brady very well. Know that the instant you get inside his hands and his mouth will be all over you, focusing solely on your pleasure and there’s something about his reaction to Jones that makes you think he ought to be the centre of attention for however long he’ll let you get away with it

And trapping him in the car while you do it seems like the perfect place

No sooner has he put the car in park inside the garage than your lips are pressing against his, hand coming to rest on his thigh

“Sweetheart what are you-” he mumbles against your lips but you silence him by sliding your tongue along his as your hand moved to the apex of his thighs to announce your intentions as you massage his hardening length

He exhales sharply through his nose, breath caressing your cheek, but he’s not pushing you away

As the windshield grows dry, the wipers let out an aggravated noise at the friction and you feel him grope blindly behind you to kill the engine

Work his fly open as you shift to kneel on the bench seat beside him, mouth tracing along his jaw to what you can reach of his throat, more than a little annoyed at the interference of his shirt collar

“Out…here?!” He pants a little and you find your lips curling into a smirk against his skin, the sound of rain thundering on the garage roof filling the car

He makes as though to pull your mouth back to his for a kiss but you slip out of his grip to lean over his newly exposed cock, eyeing your prize a moment before taking him into your mouth to coax him to complete hardness

“God…goddamn..!” You hear his strangled curse from above and are only encouraged further as he rapidly stiffens against your tongue

His hand grips your hip as you begin to bob along him, his grunts and heavy exhales causing the humid windows of the car to cloud with condensation

You wish you could see his face - the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration when he’s trying to stave off his own pleasure for the sake of yours

But that’s not the point this time

Sliding the hand that isn’t stabilizing you against the car door to cup his remarkable balls, you gently begin to massage encouragingly, feeling him shudder

He’s pulling at your skirt, grabbing at the flesh of your ass once he’s located it, before shifting his fingers to slide along your folds over your underwear. It’s not enough to really achieve anything beyond expressing his appreciation, but you whimper nonetheless and he bites off a sharp ‘fuck’, fighting his hips’ innate desire to thrust

You can feel his lower abdomen twitching against your cheek, know he’s close by the way high-pitched keens have snuck into his exhales

“Sweetheart I’m…”

“Mmhmmm!” You hum around him and a string of curses tumble from his lips before he shouts your name as ropes of cum paint the back of your tongue and throat

Sit back on your heels as you swallow, drinking in his dazed expression, his head flung over the back of the seat

Lean in to cup his cheeks and feather tender kisses across his face

“That was…” he sighs

“To remind you just who gets to eat my roast” you grin and he lazily raises an eyebrow

“Are you propositioning me, sweetheart?”

[love-and-deepspace-fanfic]

The first post on this platform!

Hope you enjoy this #delulu as I myself also screamed hard when writing this! Looking forward to drifting down this path of delulu with you all!

When Rafayel meets MC in the middle of the night Abysswalker Myth related - may contain spoilers, so please proceed with precaution

Finding Home Amidst The Night

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As darkness descended upon the palace, the scorching heat of the day gave way to the biting chill of the night. You sat by the window, gazing out at the desert landscape under the starry sky. The sight of the countless stars once again reminded you of the 99 times you had attempted to escape and explore the world beyond the palace walls, only to fail miserably each time. Except for that one time, the one time you had escaped with your savior, the only person who had ever taken you out of the gilded cage that was the palace.

Ever since that successful 100th attempt, you had looked forward to seeing Rafayel again, hoping he would take you to discover places you had never known existed. You also began to pore over the few remaining books on Lemuria in the library. The books revealed that long, long ago, the Lemurian had lived in a place called "the sea," a vast expanse of water that covered most of Philos' habitable land. But due to a cataclysmic event that had gone unrecorded for tens of thousands of years until now, that "sea" was now just a memory, a distant dream for those who lived on this strip of golden sand.

You often longed to ask Rafayel what the "sea" was like, if he could describe it to you. But seeing the wistful look in his eyes whenever you mentioned Lemuria or the "sea," you never had the courage to stir up such painful memories. Though you had no parents, you could still understand the feeling of losing one's home, as if you yourself had a similar emptiness within you. You knew that this place, this palace, was not your home.

The moon's glow intensified, signaling the deepening night. Rafayel had not appeared again today. You knew he couldn't always be there, but waiting for him had become one of your habits. You dreamed of traveling with him to far-off places and learning things you never thought you'd need, like how to fight like an assassin. You left the balcony and walked to your bedside table, reaching into the drawer and retrieving a dagger with a deep purple fishtail hilt.

Holding the fishtail dagger he had given you, you marveled at how this beautiful object concealed a weapon capable of inflicting harm and taking lives. An image flashed in your mind, and you knew exactly who it was meant for. Beautiful yet dangerous... But you weren't afraid to approach him... because that was what, deep down in your heart, you wanted to do...

As you stroked the exquisite fishtail weapon, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the room. In a matter of seconds, a dagger was pressed against your throat, your eyes were covered, and you could feel a steady breath behind you. How familiar. Neither of you spoke, but in a blink of an eye, to the surprise of the person behind you, you swiftly spun around, facing the hands that were covering your eyes. With the exquisite fishtail dagger in your right hand, you aimed straight for the neck of the person behind you and lunged. Just as the tip of the dagger was about to touch his throat, your movement suddenly stopped. You looked straight into his eyes and said:

"So, should I stab your throat or your chest? Which would be more fatal?"

Rafayel looked at you and let out a low chuckle, "Your Highness has begun to grasp the basics." With that, he grabbed the hand that was holding the fishtail and pulled it down to his chest. "But for me, the real weakness is the 'heart' right in front of me."

Before you could fully process his words, he suddenly pulled you closer. He tripped your leg, causing you to lose balance and fall onto the bed. Immediately, he held your hands down, pinning them above your head, pressed his entire body against you, and whispered into your ear, "But Your Highness has also forgotten that a skilled assassin must know how to counterattack."

His suggestive words and actions sent a wave of heat through your body. Trying to dispel your flustered state, you struggled against his embrace, but your hand accidentally brushed against his right side. It wasn't until he let out a soft groan and a warm, damp sensation seeped into your hand that you realized he was wounded, and not lightly.

"You're hurt! Why didn't you treat it before coming here? What if the guards find you? Your wound won't be limited to just this!" An inexplicable anger surged through you. You knew that someone like him was no stranger to wounds, but for some reason, your heart ached for him. You only knew that you didn't want him to suffer any more harm.

Suppressing your tumultuous emotions, you rolled Rafayel over and had him sit up on the bed. For the first time, you spoke to him in a commanding tone, "As your princess, I order you to stay here and not go anywhere. I'll get you some medicine."

With that, you left Rafayel who was staring at you in bewilderment and went to fetch the medicine, unaware that after you left, he clutched his chest, where the crimson mark near his heart was glowing brightly. Only a few minutes later, you returned, carrying bandages and vials of precious healing potions that had been gifted to you as a special privilege for the princess.

You approached Rafayel, sat down beside him at the bedside, and reached for the still bleeding wound with your handkerchief. But as you were about to touch the wound, you realized a dilemma. "I wonder... can you... expose the wound yourself?"

Rafayel looked at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "How does Your Highness want it to be “exposed”? Like this?" With that, Rafayel grabbed the dagger and was about to cut a large piece of his clothes right over the wound. You immediately stopped him.

"Such a precious garment shouldn’t be ruined. Perhaps... you should take it off instead."

Rafayel let out a low chuckle, "Are you sure, Your Highness? Could it be that Your Highness... has some ulterior motive?"

Unable to bear his suggestive tone any longer, you stood up abruptly and ran out of the room, not forgetting to leave a message, "You have one moment to change!"

Rafayel laughed, watching your retreat. It had been a while since he had seen such a sight. As soon as he finished his thoughts, he picked up the handkerchief you had intended to clean the wound with and kissed it. "Only you... can calm the storm in my heart."

Outside, while you were hesitating whether to enter the room even though it hadn't been a minute yet, the sound of approaching guards and maids made you quickly forget your worries and go straight back into the room, locking the door behind you. "Phew, that was close."

But your sigh of relief didn’t last long before the scene in front of you shattered your newly gathered calm. The bright moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Rafayel’s figure. He was casually caressing your fish-tail knife, half-naked and leaning against the headboard. His wound was glaringly red. The sight made your heart skip a beat.

Noticing your presence, Rafayel turned towards you, extending a hand like an invitation. "Is this exposure enough for Your Highness’s treatment? Come here."

Almost instinctively, you approached, placing your hand in his palm, and he gently guided you to sit beside him. Your heart pounded so hard that you couldn’t think straight until you saw the bleeding wound, reminding you of your task.

You carefully cleaned the wound and prepared to apply the medicine but noticed the prepared cloth was missing. Unperturbed, you grabbed another handkerchief and continued the treatment. Throughout the process, Rafayel didn’t utter a word of complaint. Only his labored breathing gave away the pain he was enduring.

With the final step of bandaging left, you felt utterly at a loss. Holding the bandage opposite him, you were unsure how to proceed.

After enjoying your flustered attempts for a while, Rafayel finally spoke. "Has Your Highness never bandaged a wound before? Come here, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, he grasped one end of the bandage and gently pulled, drawing you closer until you nearly touched his freshly treated wound. "Be gentle, or else..."

"Shh," Rafayel hushed you, guiding your hand around him. "You need to pay attention, or you won't understand."

Your ears turned red. You had no choice but to look down, embarrassed. Rafayel continued his "instruction," whispering in your ear while guiding your hand. "Fix it on one side, then start wrapping... that's right... just like that... see, the wound is covered now... good job."

Rafayel’s constant whispers in your ear made your heart race uncontrollably. He guided you through each step until the bandage was wrapped securely. Then he leaned back against the headboard, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before looking at you. "Thank you for your care, Your Highness, but it's time for your servant to leave."

As he attempted to rise, a sudden boldness surged within you, and you grabbed his hand. To his surprise, you blurted out words you never expected to say. "If possible, please stay for the night."

Rafayel looked at you in astonishment, as if unable to believe you had said that. "Didn’t Your Highness the one who forbade me from entering your room?"

"But haven't you already broken that rule?" you replied, your gaze steady. "Just for tonight, please stay. I want to see you rest."

Feeling a tightened pain in his chest, Rafayel looked at you with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. Holding onto his heart, he replied, "If Your Highness already insisted, who could ever stop you?"

Without waiting for your response, he reached out, pulled you into his arms, and gently lay you both down. Rafayel wrapped his arms around you and softly whispered, "It’s time to rest, Your Highness."

A warm feeling flowed through you, and you smiled, caressing his handsome face. "Thank you for staying. Rest well."

In his arms, you felt a strange peace, like being enveloped in warm water on a deserted island, never wanting to wake up. You felt you had finally found your "home."

As you gradually fell asleep, Rafayel opened his eyes, looking at your face, slightly changed but still the same in spirit. Thousands of years had passed, through countless lifetimes, yet you remained the same—always doing as you pleased, always capable of making him bend to your will.

Even now, Rafayel knew he should leave tonight because many matters awaited him, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down with the palace guards around. But just for this moment, he wanted to stay by your side.

After setting up a barrier around the room, Rafayel extinguished the candle at the head of the bed with a flick of his "fire," then slowly closed his eyes, whispering the words he had kept hidden for so long.

"Goodnight, my beloved bride."

[universe-of-peoples]

There’s a lot of different opinions about what went wrong with Wish (2023), and i think a lot of them are missing the point.

So here’s my take on what was ACTUALLY wrong with Wish (2023).

Let’s start with what the movie was. It was a cute little movie, just 1 hour 35 minutes long (for reference, about as long as Encanto and a little shorter than Frozen). It had a cute story and a powerful message about working to make your dreams a reality, with a side message of the will of the people is more powerful than one corrupt ruler. It had good music; not as popular as other movies’ music, but I added the songs to my Disney playlist and I genuinely enjoy them. The whole movie was just a fun time.

Now let’s talk about what the movie was expected to be.

Fans expected this movie to be the next big Disney Princess movie, the big important Disney 100 movie, because that’s what it was marketed as. More important of those two was the latter - this was THE Disney 100 movie, the “when you wish upon a star” movie. Yeah, THAT movie. Disney fans were understandably excited. After hits like Frozen, Tangled, Encanto, Moana, and others, Disney had proven it was capable of producing movies that were big emotional hard-hitters that could also be funny and entertaining.

Then let’s shift over to Disney. The eyes of the world turned to them as they advertised their biggest anniversary yet. They had a lot of ideas for this movie (as everyone keeps talking about), but they also had a lot of pressure on them. They probably had story ideas that would have cemented this movie in the ranks of Frozen, Encanto, Tangled, Moana. But you know what it feels like to me?

It feels like Disney got scared.

This movie was supposed to be THE movie that represented their brand. They would have to find a message, an emotional journey that fit their brand but didn’t deviate from the brand’s central theme. Other movies got to tell their own unique stories with diverse emotional journeys because while they were A Disney movie, they weren’t THE Disney movie. Not like this one was supposed to be.

So they watered down any emotional journey the characters went on, relied more heavily on the overly-relatable main character archetype (with her job interview jitters, big group of friends, quirky personality, etc), and threw in the nostalgia bait (that’s a given. It’s the 100th anniversary movie.) Compared to the other Disney movies that could be big emotional hard-hitters, but could also be funny and entertaining, I’d say this movie landed at definitely funny and entertaining, with a smaller emotional journey that definitely wasn’t hard-hitting. The story was just a bit smaller than some other Disney movies.

The thing is, none of these things are inherently bad. It’s ok to tell a smaller story. Other studios do it all the time! Heck, Disney has done lots of them in the past! It’s ok to want your main character to be relatable, it’s ok to put in some references to past works in your movie, it’s ok to have songs that are good but not good enough to break the charts.

So what’s the problem? The problem, as I see it, was the disparity between what was expected and what was delivered. A good part of that expectation came from Disney’s advertisement of the movie, and a smaller part came from fans’ expectations of any Disney Princess movie given the company’s track record. It was a perfect storm of This Movie Isn’t Going To Be Well Received.

IMHO, the movie isn’t bad. It just isn’t what it was expected and advertised to be. So please stop hating on the movie and direct your anger instead to The Mouse, the one who really deserves it.

[xxanaduwrites]

much ado about nothing, major

THE PROLOGUE

pairing: john “bucky” egan x (ofc) maude “blue” bluell

warnings: this story will contain mature themes, descriptions of injury, blood, sexual content, swearing, as well as, physical and mental illness. proceed with caution.

there must be something or nothing at all

in which a delightful duet devoured turns rather sour between one maude "blue" bluell & one major john "bucky" egan.

Everything starts with something.

That something could be the break of a new day, eyes peeling back out of the darkest slumbers, the shuffling of cards before an intense gamble of win or loss, or the tickling of one's throat, signaling the beginning of a newfound illness.

Maude Bluell wasn't sure if she could consider feeling fortunate to wake up to such a day, when all days nowadays were filled in such deep darkness. But, she tried her best to hold onto those traces of light, finding solace in the fates of the gamblers who won — who proved they could not only fight a war but for their survival. And she too had to try to survive under the pretenses placed upon her. She knew she couldn't just sit around and let the tickle win — let the illness of her country's enemies spread like a disease.

She needed to fight for what was right just as much, and she fought alright through the Red Cross. She figured it wouldn't hurt, signing up for the war effort — serving some sort of support. But the person who signed up for such a fleet in 1940, definitely wasn't the same person who had found herself stationed at Thorpe Abbotts, England in 1943. Working as a nurse with concentrated care for the men who mastered the air, she respected their bravery in risking their lives as they combated through the sky. The pilots that resided on this particular base were formally known as the 100th Bomb Group, informally known as the Bloody 100th.

Because of this, loss became a regular part of everyday life — a routine for Nurse Bluell as the numbers of documented casualties raised on her chart. She learned to grow a thicker skin as the men she cared for left as fast as they came, blurring into the lines of her vision and burning deeply into the cusp of her memory.

Yet, that very first week in the hospital of Thorpe Abbots proved to be clear — clearer than the skies above that had ripped her men from the air and left the ones who remained grasping onto it as they struggled to take in the simplest of breaths.

She could recall every miniscule feature of the very first man to die in her arms.. The way her fingers had been so deeply coated in his blood, traces remained under her fingernails in passing days.  Like a broken record, the image of his eyes bulging out of his head during his final breath, played over and over in her head, taking up every remnant of space in her mind and leaving her in a trance.

So much so, that her colleagues grew concerned when they found her lost in the wall in front of her, still as a statue, as the water ran hard against her skin for longer than it should have.

The remedy for such a state was a recommended night out on the town, which really consisted of a gathering on base. A social event amongst the many factions, men and women alike, letting loose and having fun.

But who could find a sense of enjoyment after watching a man die?

Maude Bluell sure couldn't.

To her dismay, Nurse Charlotte "Lottie" Reign and Nurse Susan "Susie Q" Quinn — Bluell's colleagues and quarter mates — did not take no for an answer, dragging Miss. Bluell out of the safe haven of their room to sulk to the boistorous function of the night.

Little did Nurse Bluell know that something would in fact start that very same night. Something she'd find to be just that, only for it to become nothing — nothing at all?

And as it is told — on a hot summer's night in 1943 — one Nurse Maude "Blue" Bluell would bump into one Major John "Bucky" Egan.

And the rest would very well be something...

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where it all begins.... ;)

— xanadu

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Act 12

Episode 39: The What-If Future and The Certain Now: Masumi

Working w/ Maybelle Lace, jujumin-translates, Fea

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Fiancée Candidate's Father: Masumi also had the experience of studying abroad when he was a student.

Fiancée Candidate's Father: My daughter Kotomi has also studied abroad, and her English is pretty good. Right, Kotomi?

Kotomi: ...

Fiancée Candidate's Father: Kotomi?

Kotomi: Ah, y-yes!

Fiancée Candidate's Father: Sorry about that. She's quite nervous.

Fiancée Candidate's Father: She's been looking forward to this ever since we decided to meet you.

Kotomi: Well, I studied sociology abroad—

Masumi: ...

Masumi's Father: Are you refusing again, Masumi?

Masumi: ...

Masumi's Father: ...Hah. This is already the 99th person, right?

Masumi's Father: You are the person who will carry this company on your shoulders in the future. You need to find a partner to walk through life with.

Masumi: You say that, but in the end, you broke up with Mom, right?

Masumi's Father: ——Well, still. You need a reason to work hard, and having someone to support each other with is a great asset.

Masumi's Father: The next arranged meeting has already been set up.

Masumi's Father: I think there's some compatibility, but since you're already at the 100th person, you should try facing the other person a little more seriously.

Masumi: ...Fine.

Masumi's Father: What?

Masumi: That person is fine. To be my marriage partner.

Masumi's Father: Well, let's first meet them in person...

Masumi: ...I can't really fall in love with anyone anyway.

Masumi: ——Guh.

Masumi: Haah, haah...

Masumi: (I can't really fall in love with anyone anyway...)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (I should get some water.)

Masumi: (Don't wake grandma...)

Hatsue: ...Masumi?

Masumi: Sorry, did I wake you up?

Hatsue: I'm fine. Did you have a scary dream?

Masumi: How did you know?

Hatsue: Even when you were a child, you used to make that same face when you woke up in the middle of the night after having a scary dream.

Masumi: ...Grandma, can I talk to you for a moment?

Hatsue: Let's make some hot milk then.

Masumi: Hey, grandma. What would you do if I told you that I might never get married?

Hatsue: In your whole life? You are still young, but quick to jump to conclusions.

Masumi: I met someone I really love, so I can't imagine marrying anyone else.

Masumi: However, marriage cannot take place unless the other person feels the same way.

Masumi: Right now I believe that our feelings will reach each other someday, but if that doesn't happen...

Masumi: I still just want to continue to love my partner, so I probably won't get married.

Masumi: (...This is the first time I told someone this.)

Masumi: (I'm happy that I love the director more than being loved, so it was easy for me to come to this conclusion.)

Masumi: (But it takes a lot of courage to tell this to my grandma, who always wishes for my happiness.)

Hatsue: Well, even grandma wants to see Masumi happy with someone special...

Hatsue: But I'm more than happy that you found someone that you want to love for the rest of your life.

Hatsue: People can live their lives in many different ways.

Hatsue: Marriage is just a choice, and it's more wonderful to meet someone you can really fall in love with than just marrying them.

Hatsue: So I'm glad to hear Masumi's feelings about this.

Hatsue: I'm sure Masumi's father also wishes for Masumi's happiness the most.

Hatsue: Even if there is a way for Masumi to be happy without getting married, I'm sure he'll be happy about that happiness more than anything.

Hatsue: How about we talk to each other about this directly next time?

Masumi: Understood.

Hatsue: ...And besides, if Masumi never gives up, we'll never know how the people he cares about will feel.

Hatsue: I will always support you, Masumi.

Masumi: Thank you.

Masumi: (I will continue to believe that my dreams will come true someday.)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (That day, I was wandering around this town for no reason, listening to music like I always do.)

Masumi: (...Here.)

Masumi: (...This is where I met you.)

Masumi: (Even though passersby laughed at you for being so bad, you still did your street act with all your heart.)

Masumi: (I couldn't take my eyes off you, wondering why you were working so hard.)

Masumi: (No matter how much people around you laughed at you, you seemed to be having fun performing and was full of life...)

Masumi: (I have never done something so desperately, and I thought I would never do anything like that in my life.)

Masumi: (I don't know if that's why, but I was so attracted to you. You seemed like someone from another world, and I couldn't move my legs.)

Masumi: (I couldn't hear the music that was supposed to be coming through my headphones, and it felt like it was just you and me in the world.)

Masumi: (Everything else didn't matter, and I just stared at you, and you found me too.)

Izumi: "...Um, are you interested in theater?"

Masumi: (At that moment, I felt that my world and yours were connected. I felt an absolute destiny that I could never resist.)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (That day, with the setting sun pushing my back, I ran to this theater with you, Sakuya, and the others.)

Masumi: (Then I joined a theater company...)

Izumi: Thank you, Masumi. Really.

Masumi: For what?

Izumi: As long as you've found a performance you love, that's good enough for me.

Masumi: ...I love...

Izumi: Okay, now you're just flattering my acting too much! I know you love—

Masumi: ...

Masumi: You brought everyone...?

Izumi: Yeah. We all come to bring you home.

Izumi: Masumi, I met with Hatsue yesterday.

Masumi: You met... with Nana?

Izumi: She's kept you in her thoughts all this time, even after you stopped living together.

Izumi: And when I told her about how hard you work in the Mankai Company, she was so happy.

Masumi: ...

Izumi: She told me something, too.

Izumi: She said that family isn't only about blood ties. It's something that goes way deeper than that.

Izumi: She said she thought that maybe, right now, WE are your family.

Izumi: So, Masumi, will you be a part of our family?

Izumi: We'll put on even more plays and make even more precious memories. And we'll do it with everyone in the Mankai Company—together.

Izumi: Even if we aren't biologically related, we'll protect you with all we have. So don't be afraid to lean on us.

Masumi: ...

Suga: How dare you—

Masumi: I wanna... I wanna be part of this family! I wanna stay here, with you, and everyone!

Izumi: Then stay. We'll always be with you.

Masumi: (From then on, I felt like my life had finally begun. It was like the clock of my world had finally started turning.)

Masumi: (You're not the only one though. I met members of the Spring Troupe and other theater troupe members who were annoyingly attentive.)

Masumi: (The homework you gave me... I already knew what it meant to stand on the stage of the MANKAI Theater.)

Masumi: (My life before joining this theater company was probably not real. It was like a movie that was flowing before my eyes without permission.)

Masumi: (But now, in this world with you and everyone else, I feel like I can live properly as myself.)

Masumi: (I finally found the meaning of my life.)

Masumi: (I'd stand on the stage the whole time, and have you watch me the whole time. And I want the people who stand with me to be from Spring Troupe.)

Masumi: (I feel that way from the bottom of my heart now.)

Citron: I found an interesting tramp!

Chikage Utsuki: Do you mean stamp?

Masumi: ...Their timing is good.

Masumi: (I want to hear your voice and everyone else's.)

Hatsue: Welcome home, Masumi. A postcard has arrived for you.

Masumi: …A picture postcard?

Sakuya: "Masumi, how are you? Are you able to get to university without being late?

Masumi: (Sakuya...)

Sakuya: "While I'm traveling, I can't help but think of everyone in the theater company."

Sakuya: "On the day we formed the new Spring Troupe, I realized once again how lucky I was to be able to meet Masumi at Veludo Way.''

Masumi: (I just remembered it today too. What a coincidence.)

Sakuya: "As I remember all these things, I really want to meet everyone in the Spring Troupe."

Masumi: ...

Masumi: ...Tsuzuru?

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Seashells from the March prompts for Marion, please?

George, I hope you don't mind I went in a slightly different direction for this. It's Marion, but it's...not. This is also for the Kind Anonymous Friend who asked for Harding's departure.

He still couldn't believe he'd left them.

His bedroom at Walter Reed was terribly empty - white walls, an iron bedstead also enameled in white, a bedside table, a small chair, a tray on wheels they could place over his bed if he wanted to get work done - if he'd had any work to do, that is. But Neil Harding hadn't been allowed to take any work with him. The 100th doesn't go off ops, and neither do I. He'd been saying it for weeks, even as he was doubled over in pain at his desk and Doc Stover was begging him to tell him what was wrong.

Well. They knew now. Gallstones - a whole lot of them. Easy enough to treat if you got to them early, but he hadn't done that, had he, and now he was back stateside, and his boys were still in it.

They needed me, and I left them.

His boys - and Marion.

There hadn't been a lot of time for good-byes, as they'd been rushing him to the hospital in London, and then straight onto an air evac flight back to the States to recover. He could do a month of bedrest just as easily in DC as he could in England, and there were boys who needed the space close to the war. The Army Medical Department seemed to think he was a total loss, as far as combat readiness was concerned, but he had things to do in England - people who needed him!

Who's going to take care of you, now? Who's looking out for my best girl?

They weren't the kind of instructions you could commit to paper. Red - please look after Marion. Look after, like she needed someone to check on her health. What she needed was someone to kiss her good night - to rub her shoulders and rub her out and fill her hot water bottle and cradle her, very gently, after having sex, at least once a night but perhaps twice. And the particular someone who should have been doing it was presently across an ocean, eating milk porridge and having a full shift of nurses fuss over his stitches and his wound dressing and his bowel movements, like he was some old fogey who would forget things if he wasn't asked.

It wasn't prison, but damn if it didn't feel close. There was a hospital library, and they delivered the papers every day. He was allowed his cigars, and if they liked the progress of his stitches they'd put him back on solid food soon. And they tried for some comforts, where discipline and order could fit them in. One of the nurses had set up his framed picture of Doris and the girls right where he could see it, on the dresser across from his bed. "That's better, now, isn't it, sir?" she'd asked with a sunny smile. "Can I get you anything else, while I'm here?"

He wanted her to take the picture down, but that would look bad. The woman herself would be here in a few days, but until then, he wanted to remain in the war, with the comforts he'd found here. "Lieutenant, there's a…a seashell, in my footlocker, in the top tray." It should have still been there, wrapped in a handkerchief. "Could you - could you put that out, too?" She nodded, and went to check his trunk, before pulling it out - a small, soft, pink spiral of a shell, the kind that you could hear the ocean in, if you held it to your ear. She set it down near the photograph like the two belonged together. "On the - the other side of the dresser, please."

She moved it, as instructed. "A good memory, I hope?"

Neil looked at it and thought of the ocean, and a walk along a barbed-wire edged breakwater in Southwold, a rare private weekend away. She'd found the shell in between the stones, tossed up by a storm. Your favorite color, he'd joked, stroking the pink with his thumb. Your favorite shape, she tossed back, and he realized how the swirl of the shell echoed the curve of a breast, peaking into a pink tip. He'd slipped it into his pocket like a talisman, careful not to break it, and that night he'd kissed those breasts over and over again like he might somehow commit them to memory.

Was it just one memory? No, more than that. But the nurse didn't need to know that. He had left - but she had stayed, and would remain until the stars went out. At least they could depend on her. Neil smiled and nodded, thinking of a woman in a pristine army uniform, laughing in his room's single chair. "The best."

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I’M HERE NOW MY LOVE

A/N: I’m not even gonna hold y’all, this is my first story…so spare with me. Let me know how I did.

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Miguel O’hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Little bit of baby angst but happy ending and mostly fluff lol. I made this man obsessed with you. Not prof read sorry!

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You tossed and turned on your shared bed for what felt like the 100th time tonight. “He said he’d be home by now.” You grumbled tossing your arm over your eyes to shield yourself from the light reflecting off the moon and in throw the window. “Ojalá, he sent me a text saying he was gonna be late again.”

You eagerly shift to your left grabbing your phone on the nightstand stand to see if there might be any missed texts from your boyfriend.

Nothing

“Now what the fuck!” You threw your head down on to the silky black pillows staring at the ceiling, eyebrows knitted together. This past week he had been coming home later and later each day from the spider society. Which you normally wouldn’t mind, but you haven’t been able to spend anytime with him on top of your work load interfering as well.

You missed him, like an ache in your heart missed him. And you knew deep down if you told him that you did he’d be here in a heartbeat to put your worries to rest. But that would make you feel like a burden. Another thing to take care off onto top of everything at the spider society. You wanted to be his safe place not his responsibility. “Sigh I guess I’m just gonna go to bed.”

You put your phone back on the nightstand and got comfortable for another night not seeing your boyfriend.

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“Baby! Im home.” Yelled the tanned man. Walking through his apartment door and turning to look it. Headache pulsing at his temples.

“Baby?”

Hm nothing, you must be asleep. He walking through the home all the way to your shared bedroom. He walks in to see you curled up on his side of the bed. He’s just admiring you, the way your chest falls, your lips slightly parted, your eyes,the dark circles that linger under them and your eyebrows still scrunched together in annoyance. He atomically feels his heart sink. “Oh baby” he kneels next to you on the floor next to the bed. “I’m sorry I was late again mama.” He whispers not wanting to wake you up. He leans in pressing his lips in between your brows. Gentle kisses to relax them.

He love the way your face automatically relaxes in his touch. It’s like instinct, it’s like your body knows he’s here, with you, loving you. “I promise I’ll be around more mama, I promise.” He’s stroking your hair now admiring your sleeping figure. He gets up and heads towards the bathroom, getting ready to wash away the days stress off of him.

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You wake up to the sound on water running. “He must be home” you thought. Rubbing the sleep out your eyes and turning on your side to check the time on your phone. 3:45 “Cońo,this is the latest he’s ever been.” And now you’re mad. Your mad that you know he has to work tomorrow again. And it’s not because, awe I won’t see him again tomorrow. But because he has to get up at six in the morning to get ready for work again, and he’s gonna be there all day again, and run off what 2-3 hours of sleep? No he’s not doing this, you don’t care how important the spider society is right now, he is gonna kill himself if he keeps going like this.

You sit up, preparing to tell Miguel how you feel. Even if he doesn’t want to hear it. He thinks he can take it. He thinks he can only rely on himself to get things done. That if he doesn’t do it no one will. He gotten better with it since you’ve been in his life, but we all know old habits die hard.

He steps out the bathroom towel around his waste. He doesn’t even see you sitting up on the bad. His broad back facing you. You watch as he gets dressed for bed. Watching him almost makes you forget why your mad. But no, he needs to hear what you have to say. “Miguel.” You break the silence in the dimly lit room. He turns around, pulling his shirt over his head, “Oh hey baby.” He gives you a warm smile, hair still wet and in his face. “Lord have mercy” you thought. You shake your head and look at him “Do you know what time it is Miguel?”

He sighs, shoulders dropping as he walks towards the bed, he getting a feeling you aren’t that happy to see him. “I know,I know, I had to fix something with an anomaly and I got caught up-“ you interrupted him. “Got caught up nada, this past week you have been coming home later and later each day!” You huff arms crossing as you continue. “My love I understand your job is important but you are gonna kill yourself if you keep going like this.” You stare at the man in front of you. Eyes full of worry and anger. He looks back at you searching your eyes for maybe there’s a way he get get outta this. But no, you have a stern look on your face, and he feels like a kid who is getting told off.

“I know, I’m sorry mi amor.” He crawls into bed next to you. Pulling onto his lap facing him. You don’t protest, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. “I don’t think you know Miguel, you have to go back to work tomorrow, and wake up at 6, it’s already gonna be 4 I-” You take a deep breath trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “-That isn’t healthy..” you speak, voice just above a whisper as you look up into his eyes. Your hands rubbing small circles on his chest. Hoping he understands what you are trying to say.

He lets your words float in the air before slowly soaking them in. He hadn’t even realized how tired he actually was. How tired he is.

He brings his hand up to cup your face. His thumb gliding back a forth. Looking into the eyes of the woman he loves. You smile up at him tears threatening to spill. “I also miss you~” You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

He just stares into your eyes, like he’s trying to find something to say. He lets your face go and pulls you fully into his chest. He takes a deep breath, just taking your sent. He closes his eyes, just taking in how your body feels against his. Something he hasn’t felt in so long. He pulls away and presses his head to yours. “I missed you too…so, so much.”

You two stay like this for a little while, just enjoying each others presence. The only thing that can be heard is each other’s breaths. He finally breaks the silence.

“I’ll call off tomorrow and you should too.” He’s pulled away and is staring into to your eyes. You’d never thought you could see that much love in someone’s eyes before. But he always proves you wrongs somehow.

However much you think he loves you, it’s more. And you relish in it. You take a moment to just look back at him. Soft smile taking over your features. “That sounds like an amazing idea.” You cup his face in your hands, bring his forehead to your lips for a tender kiss on his skin.

He lets out a content sigh. He’s loving every moment of this. Loving the attention you give him. You hands are so soft on his skin. It feels beautiful, you are beautiful. Heart never holding any hate or distain for his past. All he wants is to see you happy and healthy.

“Ugh I love you woman.” He wraps you up in his arms and lays back on the bed taking you with him. You let out giggles, he’s back with you. And now you can let out a breath you’ve been holding in. You look up at him from the place on his chest. “I love you too Miguel.”

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