#i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher pt. 6 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 6- Encounter with Dio

Chapter 5- Friday |Masterlist|

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

Tw: mention of blood

Year 1984

It was my 18th birthday mom and dad were able to save enough money for us to go to Egypt. I was really excited, it's been ages since we've all been out on a vacation. When we arrived it was so nice being with them and trying new foods.

"Wow is that a castle?" Mom asked, "I think so." dad and I looked at what appeared to be a mansion or castle, it looked extravagant three-story, but seemed to be quite old, situated in one of the older districts of Cairo. The main building is surrounded by a wall and an extensive garden which includes numerous palm trees that were poking out. There are four towers on each corner of the rectangular main building. There was a bird falling around the building. My mom walked towards the gate, "I wouldnt go in there if I were you." One of the locals stopped us, "Why not?"

"There's something evil in that building. It would be best if you stay clear from it. Its been said to be guarded by a vampire or god and he could give you anything to your heart desires." I looked at the building and I could've sworn I saw a man standing at the window of one of the towers. A chill ran down my spine, "I think its best if we stay clear of the castle, mom and dad."

"Alright we'll stay clear from it."

The rest of the day we spent it just going around and looking at different things nearby. Night came I stayed in my hotel room as my parents went out for drinks.

Afterwards they came home. I was asleep and didn't really notice them come into the room, that was til Mom woke me up, "Y/n why don't we go to that building we saw earlier today?" They are were acting strange; they seemed like zombies being controlled by something. 

"Wait what about what the local said-"

"We're going and thats finial." Dad spoke, "Get dressed. wear this." Mom handed me a black tight dress. I wore the cloth she wanted and we made our way to the building. There was a bird flying around... a falcon? He was leading the way.

As we entered the building there was something that felt Erie about it. "Guys can we go. I'm not liking this."

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" A voice spoke, "You are a guest at my home."

A chill ran down my spine, "I'm sorry to enter your home, we thought it was abandoned, we'll get going now." I grabbed my parents arms trying to get them to leave with me but they weren't moving. "Please I insist that you stay, After all..."

A man appeared in front of me, "It doesn't seems like your parents want to leave." I backed away from him, but he kept inching closer I bumped into a table and grabbed whatever I could to the man's head. I hit him with a lamp cutting his face, "That was rude." In the darkness I could see the man wiped the blood and licked it off his fingers. "I invite you to my home and this is the way you greet me." Candles in the room sudden were lite.

I took a good look at him, he looked pale almost transparent. He wore a black sleeveless turtleneck and a necklace. Our gaze met I quickly looked away; looking at my parents, "Why aren't my parents doing anything?! What did you do to them?!" I tried pushing the man away but he somehow moved behind me, "What did I do?" He whispered in my ear, "Aren't you assuming that I've done something to them without any proof that I did?"

I turned around to face him but he was gone, where is he? Why does he keep disappearing like that!? "Who are you?"

"I'm sure your parents can tell you who I am Y/n." He said my name, how did he know my name? I felt a shortness of breathe. "Mom, dad, please snap out of it and lets go!"

"We're not leaving. Lord Dio has ordered us to bring you here so he can feed on you. We must provide food for him." As those words left dad's lips I left a cold shift in the air around me. The man named Dio was gonna kill me, "We must provide for Lord Dio!." My parents ran towards me.

"I won't kill you... Not yet at least." He was in front of me again, my parents now stopping in their tracks. "I'll let you live, if... You agree to give yourself to me."

"I won't." I stated. He chuckled cross his arms, "You don't have a choice dear. Either you stay and nothing happens to you or... you don't and I kill your parents and then you," He wrapped his arms around my waist and got closer whispering in my ear, "So the last memory you have before death is me slaughtering your family and you knowing you could have done something to stop me from killing them." I pulled away from him.

I looked at my parents, "Don't worry about your parents love. They were willing to give you up just for money and riches."

"I dont believe you." I was scared, did they, really?

"They did. You see I have them under my control. I planted a Flesh bud as a from of contract with them. I'm able to manipulate my hair to create parasites, which can then insert into a human's head. These flesh buds pierce through the skull into part of the brain, thus making your parents compliant to my demands once they make that contract with me." Why would they sell me for money to him? Who is this man that they are willing to give me to him without a second thought? "Can you remove it?" I asked him.

"I'll say this again and I won't repeat myself. I'll let your parents live if you agree to be with me. Ive been drawn to you my love." He now stood in front of me, gently grabbing my face forcing me to look at him, I felt scarred and disgusted, I looked back at my parents, "You promise you'll let them go and live normal lives?" Dio inched closer to me our lips being inches apart. "I promise. I am a man of my word." His voice gave me chills. "I'll stay with you just promise that I get to live, you dont put a flesh bud in me, and you get rid of mind control bud you have planted on their brains."

"You have a deal." Dio smiled. A group of men walked in, "Take her to my room and for her parents I'll remove the buds." The men did as Dio told them to do.

Since that day I never say my parents again, I never knew if they lived or die.

Present Friday.

"Y/n he can stop time! HE IS A STAND USER WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!" why can't that voice leave me, "You must listen to your master!" I covered my ears, "You died and you continue to hunt me even after death. why can't you leave me alone?! I refuse to believe that he is a stand user and I refuse to believe that he has the extract same power as you!" I looked up at him, "You said it yourself stand users have unique powers and NO ONE can duplicate them, so why does he have the same one as you!? DID HE STEAL THE WORLD FROM YOU?! IS THAT WHY YOUR FUCKING HUNTING ME?! CAUSE YOU WANT THE WORLD BACK!?"

"He has information! That is a Joestar!... Ask that little brat her grandfathers last and first name when you see her again." If hes a Joestar then that means, "Jotaro was the one that killed you?"

Dio didnt anything, "Why do you torment me Dio?"

"Why? WHY DO YOU THINK!? THE MAN YOU'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH

 h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͜͜͝͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞, h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ n̸͐̈́͟͟͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ 

AND YOU EXPECT ME ACCEPT THAT?!"

"Leave."

"Y/n-"

"I SAID LEAVE!"

[calehenituseappreciation]

Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like 

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi-  a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me?  ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure 

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god? 

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much 

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son  tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i  phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay 

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her!  quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like 

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my  deppression 

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :)  dream: see! look! im god! and jesus!  tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ  Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers  techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig 

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝e��́̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃  phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies 

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him) 

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown 

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies  tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur 

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are?  tommy: i know just... forgot  drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent  tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first  drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails 

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

[zeinnit]

i know i shouldnt start a new series and i should add onto behind the mirror, but had this idea and couldnt get it out of my head.

as of now, the series has no name. suggestions welcome.

pairing: technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: mentions of death and blood, panic attacks, hunger, injury

its been almost a year since the world fell. even then, you still could never adjust.

you remember the exact day when it had happened. youve been working in a small café when all of a sudden, a large cracking sound interrupted the peaceful day. you and your co-workers and the customers all fled out the front door to see what the issue was, and then you saw it.

there, in front of the tiny coffee shop, was a crack in the earth. from where you are standing, you could see more cracks and chunks of land flying in the air.

you heard a scream, and then another. eventually all you heard were screams. things were coming out of the cracks. and they werent nice.

blood was everywhere, but you knew better. you rushed to the parking lot on the side of the café and hopped in your car as soon as you could. you didnt wait a second longer before shoving your key in and fleeing. the sight only got worse as you drove. dead bodies were everywhere and your car was attacked more than once.

that was only the beginning, however.

huge, deformed trees cane out of the cracks and spread rather quickly. mobs that have been extinct for centuries were now an issue, the days lasted longer and the nights were colder. occasionally, youd come across one of them.

you had called them luckies for the chance that came with meeting them. youd meet a good luck, such as the 9 foot demon thatd give you apples whenever youd encounter him. or you could meet a bad luck, like the unknown monster with the floating, smiling orb for a head and a working face on his green torso. you were able to tell luckies apart from people because luckies had strange features. such as that bad luck with yellow wings and a beanie. the luckies never spoke in english.

then there were the ones in the middle. you were never sure what to call them. they were both good and bad luck. like the large fox monster. he had done nothing to cause you harm, but he stole some food off of you.

currently, you were resting in the back of an suv, your stomach growling loudly and you wincing every time you laid on an injury earned from a large bad luck that was half goat. you did this whenever night came. you put blankets over the windows and tried to sleep through the night. tonight, however, you werent able to get a wink of sleep no matter what, mostly because of your injured arm. then again, it didnt help that you could hear a bad luck outside the suv and you had no food left.

well, to be honest, you were unsure if it was a bad luck. youd never met this one before. or maybe there were two outside? you were unable to tell, but after focusing for a little bit, you made out two different voices. one only grunted in response to the other one, who seem to have spoke in a different language.

they were outside the suv, right beside where you were. you knew they knew where you were. they werent forcing you out, but they wouldnt leave either. you had to just wait it out and hoped they leave. but unfortunately, you never could have anything nice in the world nowadays.

one of them knocked on the back window. you could sort of make out their features. both figures were tall. one seemed to have ears and maybe a hat on. the other also seemed to have a hat on, but what made it different was the large shapes behind it. wings. you recognized them from the other winged lucky from a month ago.

you sat still and as silent as you could, even with the heavy feeling you recognized as panic slowly approached. you quietly scooted back and away from the back windshield, but stopped as you saw the one with ears circling around the vehicle.

thats when you noticed your mistake. the drivers door wasnt locked. you internally cursed at yourself and slowly began making your way towards the front seats. you were almost over the middle seats, when the one with ears tried opening the door to your left. you couldnt worry about being silent anymore.

as fast as you could, you pulled the lever to the middle seats and watched in pain as it fell. it was loud. too loud. but you didnt hold back. the one with ears must of realized what you were doing because they began rushing to the drivers door. in a moment of panic, you shoved your injured arm between the chair and door and fiddled with the lock before pressing it down and locking the door just as the one with ears harshly pulled on it.

you couldnt control your breathing, or your shriek as the one with ears harshly rammed the drivers door. it didnt open, thank the lord, but the window made a small cracking sound. they didnt seem notice. you stumbled your way back into the back, closer towards the one with wings. the minute they realize the windows could break was the minute when you would most likely die.

just thinking about them getting in terrified you. youre breathing was uncontrollable, tears fell down your cheeks. the starving suddenly became unbearable. they were speaking? you could barely hear over the sound of your heart beating. another knock. you gave a small shriek, unable to even look up.

minutes passed, maybe hours. you heard nothing more from the luckies. you slowly looked up and at the covered windows. nothing. they were no longer here. you gave a chocked breath before slowly laying on your side.

the growling in your stomach was painful as was the ache in your arm, and your head still hurt. but somehow, someway, you feel asleep.

[underneaththe-waterfall]

Good Boy

Summary: Its your birthday and Yugyeom surprises you with a special gift. Your gift is a half naked Yugyeom cuffed to the bed. It was up to you, you could do whatever you wanted to do to him.

It was your birthday and as usual Yugyeom couldn’t think of what to give you. He asked everyone ,and by everyone he means a few of your close friends. They all suggested that he got you jewelry or something meaningful for the both of you but yugyeom thought that their ideas were to common. Then, an amazing idea led him to what he actually ended up doing. He was going to be your good boy for your birthday. 

He carried the hand cuffs and a blindfold to the room , both which were usually used on you. Yugyeom had always wanted to know what it felt like to be controlled since he had always been the dom in your relationship. Although he would always deny your requests to dominate him, it was actually one of his fantasies that would make him wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night when you weren’t there. 

He took off all his clothing except his boxers and laid of the bed , facing the ceiling. He placed the black lace blindfold on the bedside table as he wanted you to be able to choose if he can see what your doing. He then took the handcuffs and put them on his wrist and then looping them over the headboard. The handcuffs felt tight on his wrists and he looked up to see they were already leaving marks .He heard the click as his arms where locked into place above his head. 

Yugyeom laid there anticipating your arrival. It was nearly time for you to get back home. He had let you celebrate all day with your friends and now finally you both were about to get some very needed alone time.Just thinking about everything you would do to him once you were here was turning him on.As he laid there in silence waiting for your arrival his thoughts went wild.

Yuyeom snapped back to reality after a while and looked at the clock. He had been waiting now for 10 minutes .He suddenly got the urge to scrap all this and fuck you until sunlight as a punishment for making him wait. It was too late for that now though. His hands were cuffed above his head and you would now be arriving any minute. 

After a few minutes of staring into space Yugyeom heard chatter and laughter at the front door. A few moor seconds and he heard the sound of your heels as you approached the room. 

YN POV 

You slowly twisted the knob of the door thinking Yugyeom had gone to sleep. You surely didnt expect what you saw when you opened the door. In front of you was Yugyeom sprawled out across the bed his arms cuffed to the bed over his head. His legs where open and you could see the needy look on his face. His cheeks were covered in a pink blush and you could see his faint abs coved in a thin layer of sweat. He looked like something straight out of a porn magazine. 

You stood there for a few seconds too shocked to speak. You stood there waiting for him to say something, anything. But he remained silent maintaining the strong eye contact between the two of you. You put down the bags of presents your friends bought you at the door and you walked towards him now finally understanding what was going on. He wanted you to dom. You had bought up the topic before but Yugyeom always dismissed it saying your too much of a sub to even think about it. Maybe this was the prefect chance for you to prove him wrong.

You stood next to the bed and without you realising your hands traced over Yugyeoms face and he closed his eyes at your touch. When your thumb grazed over his bottom lip he finally spoke in almost a whisper .

”Happy birthday.”

 You didn’t respond but instead continued to look at him. Your own fantasies began playing out in your head and you began wondering about all the dirty things you could do to Yugyeom. You imagined him laying there helpless relying on you and only you to provide him pleasure and begging you for release.

This situation deffinately excited you and you couldnt wait for the night to continue. Knowing that Yugyeom would usually never let you dom , you wanted to know what had gotten into him. You wanted to hear him say it.

”Whats all this”

You say now trying to look unimpressed. You knew how to mess with him. walking away from the bed you took your coat and sitting on the desk looking back at Yugyeom. He looked confused as he spoke, 

“This is my present for you”

He says looking away from yours eyes now feeling insecure. Was his idea just dumb? Of course you would want something nice. Not a half naked Yugyeom on your bed. You probably wanted a ring or- Yugyeoms thoughts were interrupted by you saying,

“I see, are you going to be a good boy for me then?”

You looked at him with a smirk. Now was not the time for you to act shy. The roles where reversed and after all, you should enjoy the birthday present Yugyeom had given you.  

You slowly began stripping and Yugyeom watch you intently as he folded his hands into fists. He was always the one to undress you and he wasn’t used to anything different. You were now just in your black lace bra and panties and you wore them especially for him. But this was not how you thought things would turn out, not that you minded. You looked back at Yugyeom and you could see he was trying his hardest to control himself. Just as he was about to speak you cut him off , 

“No speaking unless I say so.” 

Yugyeom nodded somewhat timidly and you could see how nervous he was. You walked towards him and straight away something caught your attention. You could see the imprint of his cock in his black boxers and he was rock hard. You looked back at him and he had a slight blush covering his cheeks. This was probably the first time you had seen Yugyeom so shy. You liked it. 

“Tell me what you want. Say it or I wont do anything.” 

You say in an attempted harsh tone .He looked up at you and gulped clearly not being able to see through your act.

” Please touch me .”

He said it so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. 

”You can do better then that” 

You say now moving your hands to your sides making sure your not touching him. 

You didn’t expect Yugyeom to give in so easily and looked at him surprised as he moved around a little a whine leaving his lips.

”Please touch me , I wanna come sooo bad please please noona-.” 

Hearing him say noona always done something to you. He knew that. Even though you were a few months older then Yugyeom, you never insisted that he calls you noona as he said he finds it embarassing.He complained that his hyungs would make fun of him saying he has a noona kink. You usually wouldnt mind but Yugyeom knew that you loved the name and of course he would use it against you in this situation. 

There were now beads of sweat forming on his forehead and he looked so deprived you almost felt bad. You moved your hand to his covered member slowly dragging your index finger along his length. Yugyeom shuffled a little as he bit his lips. He wasnt going to lose pride behind this. He tried his best not to move as you dragged your fingers along his clothed dick. He couldn’t hold in a moan as you used your thumb and index finger to squeeze the head of his dick and lean his head back even more closing his eyes tightly. 

You enjoyed seeing him like this. He had to rely on you giving him pleasure and only you. You smiled at the thought and began pulling down his boxers until they were completely off. You bent down slightly so your mouth was near Yugyeoms dick and you could already see him twitching. You stuck your tongue out and licked the head of his cock slightly. You heard him hiss at the contact, closing his eyes tightly waiting for you to do something.

You licked his cock from the underside feeling his vein on your tongue as you reached the tip.

 “Ah please stop teasing”

You heard Yugyeom barely moan out and you replied by slipping his whole dick into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat. You were used to the size of Yugyeoms dick so without hesitating you began to move your head up and down his shaft until your nose touched his pubic hairs. You could see the look of pleasure and bliss on his face as you continued to suck on his cock. 

He looked at the way you were sucking his dick and it made him want to pull you by your hair and face fuck you. Your eyes were wide open glazed with tears and you had spit dripping down the corners of your mouth. Finally taking his gaze off you, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling as you swallowed around his dick. You could feel Yugyeom twitching in your mouth and you wanted nothing more then to taste his cum. But there was no way you would let Yugyeom cum so easily. You had learnt a few tricks from him over the years.

You continued to suck his dick until you felt the tremble of his thighs under your hands. You could taste his salty precum coming out and it wouldn’t be long before he would cum. As his dick hit the back of your throat for the last time you completely removed him from your mouth. A string of saliva was connecting your mouth with his cock and your lips looked shiny and swollen. Yugyeom swore that if his hands were not cuffed right now he would kiss you for hours.

For now though he frowned and let out a whine. He wanted to cum so bad but as soon as he was about to you stopped. You looked up and could see unshed tears in his eyes. You had no idea Yugyeom was so sensitive. You chuckled to yourself as you stood back up scanning the room. Yugyeom watched you intently as your eyes landed on the lace blindfold. You walked over to the other side of the bed where the blindfold was placed on the bed side table. 

“The whole time I was gone you were really preparing everything”

You say while touching yugyeoms hair as he looked down submissively.

”So do you want to wear this?” 

You ask holding the black silk blindfold in your hands waiting for him to repond. He stayed silent for a moment clearly trying to make a decision.

”Yes” 

Wordlessly you walked towards him on the bed signalling him to raise his head so you could put the blindfold on .He closed his eyes as you placed the lace material on his eyes and tied it tightly behind his head. Now Yugyeom was completely under your control. His hair was now slightly wet from sweat and some strands were sticking on his forehead. His hands were still in place above his head and you could see the now dark red marks on his wrists where the cuffs were. A pang of guilt ran through you as your hand automatically began caressing yugyeoms wrist .He responded with a hiss which he tried to hide quickly. Of course the cuffs would be too small for Yugyeom. They even felt tight on you sometimes. Just as the thought of removing them came in your head, Yugyeom spoke intterupting your thoughts. 

”I want to keep them on.”

You didn’t want to argue with that. Your eyes travelled to his semi hard cock and you could see precum leaking from his red tip. You were getting impatient yourself now and by watching Yugyeom in the state he was right now you were shocked that you had been able to control yourself for so long. You straddled him and instantly began to brush his hair out his face admiring him. 

”God ,your so beautiful”

 You say looking at his red swollen lips which Yugyeom had clearly bitten too much. Instantly you placed your lips on top of his trying to devour him straight away. You didn’t even know yourself that you had wanted this for so long. 

Yugyeom moaned in the kiss as you unconsiously began grinding on his hard cock. You heard the chains of the cuffs rattle as Yugyeom moved his hands not being able to resist touching you. He tilted his head up holding back a moan as you continued to grind down harder on his member. This was torture and Yugyeom was beginning to regret his plan. He wished he could just bend you over and rail into you as you screamed his name. Too consumed in his thoughts. Yugyeom didn’t even realised that you had now gotten up from his lap and were removing your panties but leaving your bra on. 

He stayed still and you could see his chest moving rapidly as he breathed in and out. He looked so drained and you were feeling the same yourself. Now that you were just wearing your bra, you straddled him and he let out a moan at the feeling of your wetness and your warm skin. You kissed him sucking on his bottom lip and he let out a groan as he once again adjusted his hands in the cuffs. 

“please~” 

He said in defeat not being able to wait a second longer.

You moved forward a little lining his now extremely hard cock with your hole only letting the tip in. You both let out a moan at the feeling of satisfaction that ran through both your bodies. You breathed heavily as you slid the rest of him inside you. You stayed still for a few moments enjoying the feeling of being full but the silence was broken by Yugyeoms groaning and he was already beginning to move underneath you. He planted his feet in the bed so he could thrust up into your heat. You were far too gone to stop him your own desperation clouding your thoughts. 

You wanted to see him as he fucked you.Your hands automatically reached for the back of his lace blindfold taking it of with a single pull. Yugyeom looked at you with his blown out eyes and flushed cheeks. He looked so desperate and needy. At that moment you realised you couldn’t do this whole dominant thing. You needed his hands caressing you. Touching every inch of your body whilst he was inside of you. You reached up and opened he handcuffs and immediately Yugyeom moved down his arms wincing.

His hands then flew to your hips holding on to you tight as he fucked up into your heat. You breathed heavily and put your forehead onto his shoulder letting out occasional whines when he sped up or hit a spot.

”There was I thinking you could dominate me”

Yugyeom whispered in your ear and even though you couldn’t see him you knew he was smiling. His submissive act had now completely slipped away. You were about to respond with something just as witty but the second you opened your mouth you felt Yugyeoms hands reach behind you opening your bra releasing your breasts.

He began fondling your breasts whilst slowing down his pace. You felt like you were so close and yet he was slowing down. You let out a moan along with 

“Agh move faster please.”

He didn’t reply and continued to mark your breast and now his cock was barely even moving .He was now just inside you still as you moaned at the feeling of him kissing and sucking on your breasts.

”Please , please fuck me” 

You say tears falling from your eyes from need and want. 

“If you want it that bad then ,fuck yourself on my cock” 

He said whilst taking your hands and cuffing your wrists with the hand cuff that was on you previously. You complied waiting until the cuffs were locked in place and you began moving. You rolled your hips into his moving as fast as you could. Your thighs were starting to burn but you couldn’t stop. You were so close. 

Yugyeom watched you as you bounced on his cock with all the strength you had as sweat was forming on your entire body. He kept his hands lightly on your hips as you done all the work. You continued at a fast pace getting closer out of feeling Yugyeoms eyes on you. You were soo close to cumming that you closed your eyes and faced up in bliss trying to reach your orgasm .He continued to watch you not moving a inch and not long after he saw you come undone. You let out moans and Yugyeoms name until you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore leaning against him breathing heavily.  

He pulled you closer to himself as you tried to calm down .He slipped of the handcuffs from your arm and placing them on the bedside table. After a few moments of silence you looked up at Yugyeom and he looked back at you in adoration. Like you were a piece of gold or a monument .But you were thinking about something else.

”You haven’t cum yet” 

You say now feeling slightly guilty for only caring about your release.

”Todays all about you” 

Yugyeom replied pulling you closer again and you smiled putting your head on his chest. 

“Lets go to sleep” 

He spoke after yawning after a while of just sitting there in each others embrace. You hummed getting up as Yugyeoms now softened dick slipped out of you. You ignored the sensation in your lower body and the ache in your thighs as you laid down next to Yugyeom. He instantly pulled you back and spooned you. 

After a few moments you heard soft snoring behind you and smiled. This was definitely the best birthday you had ever had.

MASTERLIST

SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS

[low-budget-korra]

Lets talk about Korra (again)

i already made this analysis, and it was well received but i dont know, i wanna do it again. Why not right? My english is better now than was when i made that analysis so i think  this one will be better written

What a way to introduce a protagonist. This line and this scene tell us everything we need to know about Korra at that time and everything she knew about herself.

In book one Korra is a 17′s old teenager who have no idea how the world, how life is outside the training center she grew up in and had been locked up since ever. So she is not only naive but have lack of social skills

Oh, and not everyone who lack’s social skills will act like Zuko and Azula okay? Korra can be confident, expressive and outgoing and still have problems when it comes to social skills.One thing dont exclude the other.

“I’m the Avatar and you gotta deal with it” did you guys notice that only for that line we can see the entire opposite on how she treat her role as avatar in comparisson with Aang? And im not here to judge because is two very different contexts.

As far as we know, Korra grew up without friends or romantic partners. Of course, she had her training partners but i believe that they are just that. 

So her entarely perception of herself was around her duty as Avatar, she didnt have personal life, she barely was Korra...She was The avatar and thats that.

So she came to Republic City, it was a mess. 

Its funny to see that she have no touch when it comes to simply talk to people, i guess when you grew up away from society, this happens. And yes, she is cocky and had to learn that people arent there to somewhat please her, and she learned that quicky. 

Thats why the Pro Bending was important for her character, not only for training but also as means of socilization.

Now lets talk about the villains: Amon and Tarrlok

The two of them represents two differents threats to Korra. Amon represents a threat to her duty as Avatar while Tarrlok represents a threat to Korra as a person.

In episode 4 we have what i still thinks is the darker episode from TLOK. In this episode Amon ambushes Korra in the final moments... Even knowing that they did their best to make Amon’s power and control be non-sexualized as possible still...He have her down on her knews, totally helpless and he even invades Korra’s personal space by touching in her face forcing her to look at him. He didn't have to sexually touch her to violate her.

And right after, the fear in Tenzin voice when asking what happened after seeing her laying in the ground like that, and how Korra is sobing in his arms teeling him how powerless and helpless she felt. I mean...Oh, and she keeps terryfied by him until he takes her bending.

Tarrlok in the  other hand doesnt do much different from his brother and started to harass Korra because he cant take ‘no’ as a answer when Korra didnt wanted to join his task force.

Whats interesting is that if it wasnt for Tarrlok harassement and maniputation, Korra wouldnt have joined his task force and wouldnt have confronted Amon and wouldn't have gone through that terrible encounter.

The thing is that Korra is caught right in the middle of a politcal power dispute over the city, something that she for sure wasnt prepare for it. And both Amon and Tarrlok woud hurt or kill her without think twice about it if that means gain  power. And that was exacly what happened

Tarrlok tried to manipulate her and keep her on leash where he could, and when his tatics didnt worked anymore he alreay had a plan B. Yes that whole metal box in that cabin in the middle of nowhere was made especifically for her and maybe Tenzin if he also get in his way.

In the end Korra lost the physical battle against both but won the ethical battle also against both. She was the responsable for expose both of them as corrupted and hypocrites. But at what price? Amon was able to remove the bends of the Avatar. And without them, how could she be the Avatar?

Remember that her entirely conception of herself was built around her duty as Avatar, be the avatar. After all, everything she was, everything she'd trained so hard for, had been destroyed in minutes. Thats why i still strongly believe that she was thinking about killing herself at the end, nobodys goes all sad and crying to in front of a clifft without thinking about jumping from it. 

But she, i think given up the idea and just sit and started to crying when Aang appeared and help her, giving her bendings back in one of the best scenes of the show. So after have everything solve and still managed to get the boy she was in love with, things where great and she “move on”

In that first half, Korra is unbearable. Everything she learned in Book 1 how to be more mature, less spoiled and all, was thrown in the trash and she was the same "child" of the book one only worse.

Until I stopped and realized that I was also unbearable and childish like this when I had my bad phases of anxiety and depression, as defense mechanism and keep people away. Returning to Korra, and if this way of acting of her was nothing more than this defense mechanism?

Because guess what, i dont think she “move on” from all that happened in Book One that fast, and for add more drama she discovered that was her father idea of keeping her locked up training in that training center we saw in book one and not traveling like avatars before her. No wonder she felt betrayed. And for adding even more drama, people still keep treating her like child, so she was despered for some validation. Something that she found in her uncles arms but she was betrayed by him after.

In the end, Korra again goes through a traumatic experience when she has her connection with past lives destroyed. We see how it affected her when she apologizes to Tenzin, through tears. And Tenzin, as the excellent master he is, tries to motivate her to face Vaatu again (now merged with Unalaq, her uncle) and again she saves the day even after go throught a traumatic event

In the final moments, we see the innocent decision to reconnect the world of spirits and the world of men. And we also see Korra and Mako permanently end their turbulent relationship.

Book 3 begins in a more mature, we see all the characters being presented in a more mature way and it seems that Korra now has overcome everything that has passed. We have the relationship between Korra and Asami deepening as well

In Book 3, called "Change" we have a great sacrifice from Korra. Her life goes down a notch when she decides to save the new airbenders from Zaheer and the Red Lotus, the only villain until now that really threat her life since their sole goal was to kill the avatar.

Korra won again but this time victory costed way too much. Yes she save the day again but now she was  physically and psychologically defeated. It was too much, she broke.

Book 4 begins and we only saw Korra in the final minutes and she is unrecognizable. We see that, once proud and courageous avatar, in someone depressed and cowerd. We never have saw Korra like that, even when she was afraid of Amon she wasnt like that.

Korra is afraid of being the Avatar again and her fight against PTSD is still one of the most sensitive, responsable and honest representation of Mentall Issues that i saw, and it was before this subject gain more space on media. It was before people started to give attention to this

I also think that she was having flashs from her other fights and not only the one against Zaheer.

Another thing I think is worth mention is that Korra took 3 years to feel safer and re-embrace her duties as Avatar. It was not 3 weeks or 3 months, it was 3 years. And anyone who suffers from some mental illness knows very well the stigma that is, the fight that is, because everyone wants you to be well faster as possible  when the truth is that many times you spend years fighting against this.  And this is a pressure that falls on you.Imagine, seeing all your friends moving forward while you continue "stock in the same place"?

Only after Korra confronts Zaheer, I think that was a way to show her coping with the trauma, she improves to the point of returning to be the great Avatar we know. I personally still struggles with this scene because put the victim in front of her agressor may not be the best idea but i understand that she needed to see that he was just a man and not the invencible monster her mind was telling her

One of the lines that stuck with me the most was in the TLOK version of the ember island players, the one that made a recap of the show before the finale. When Korra said “I was so naive” just before we watch her narration of her journey, we can feel pain, sadness and strenght. Janet was amazing in the way the delivered this line.

And this fucking quote i saw here on tumblr still is the goat: “The Last Airbender is a story of a boy who becomes a god. The Legend of Korra is the story of a goddess who becomes a girl "

And I still get really pissed when someone comes to talk shit about  Korra because she is such an incredible heroine and her journey is also so incredible.

The story of how life can be hard and unfair, how it can hurt and paralyze, but there is always a reason to move on. We should always move on.

Korra is definitely not weak, quite the opposite, she is one of the if not the strongest heroine I have ever seen. Korra inspires overcoming 

[miss-steelmind]

HELLO hello You Wanted that analysis? i may be completely random but this is something i myself have noticed and thought about before, so, if you will!!!!

shin’s personality during the death game isn’t that much like midori ater all. there’s a lot of differences and yet i can see why he considers it ‘becoming‘ midori

letsseeeee, the differences

- midori is... midori is just so Social, you know? shin only appears when he thinks he needs to, and otherwise hangs out with the few allyships he‘s made, or does things alone. as made obvious by gin’s little nicknames. midori is Not like that at all

- the way they act when feeling negative emotions. while they both do tend to get lost when in a big panic during the times where they get caught on their mistakes, as well as focusing on one set goal to the point they lose track of other things they couldve done and frget any mistakes, this is not something shin could’ve copied. we barely even see midori in such situations and there is no way for shin (before the death game, the timid friendly teenager, mind you) to know what midori is like when in panic. midori just wouldnt ever show him that. i dont believe it

anyway! onto the other part i wanted to explan in this. their negative feelings. midori is completely insistent on acting happy and joyful during the majority of the chapter. while i understand this may partially be the excitement it gives him, i believe he also hides his negative emotions to many lengths unless he’s caught. his fear of death is what causes him to show those bad feelings because it’s just so.... frightening. to him. i think he has had this fear of death before the chapter, even, because even when midori jokes about his own death he has also been shown to struggle with imagining himself in situations he isnt in at that moment. this may be related to his empathy - he cant put himself in others shoes so neither can he in other situations than the ones he goes through atm (not to say low empathy is bad, but midori has it and it explains his behavior). its why he goes all ‘hahaha im dead!!!!!’ when speaking to the cast about it but breaks into a panic when he’s actually about to die. sorry for the midori analysis here haha, but anyway point being here midori hides his negative feelings so much while shin puts in less effort for such

- that reminds me! the next point! the way they care about others (if they even do). midori does NOT understand caring, obviously, and deals with it unhealthily. shin cares SO MUCH sometimes, to the point he lets lose of all else to save the one he cares about so much, kanna. he also shows little aspects that shows he wants kanna to be alright (and this part is about compassion, not empathy, because midori does not want the others to be okay. shin does. shin feels compassion, midori does not).

- the way they stand in situations! by this i mean, midori‘s possessiveness. midori Really wants to control the situations he is in and will do anything to have control of the others. it’s also a part of the reason he broke into a panic. he not only had to face death, he also lost control of what was going on and couldnt do Anything about that. when he begged for sara to let him live at the end of 3b, it shows that his fear of death is greater than anything else, because he even lost his controlling little shenanigans in order to find a way to survive. shin drops all else when the ones he cares about get in danger, midori loses it when he fears this fear.

- not a very important, yet very obvious point however: midori comes off as energetic, and shin is moreso ‘calm’

this leads me to a certain conclusion! shin did Not want to copy midori’s personality. he wanted to copy his idea of him. shin knows midori is strong however a bad person, and reminds himself if he becomes the biggest asshole there can be, he can be strong, like midori. thats just the way shin thinks. he believes the strong aren’t kind, so in that he copied the fact that midori is bad, not midori as a person.

wowowaha this got long hahaahahhxz, thank you for reading <3

IM SORRY THIS IS OLD i wanted to wait until i can collect my thoughts but you worded is so perfectly i don't think i can add much more at this point :0 ty so much for this russell, it was really cool to read!!

i will just say i completely agree, especially with the last part. shin's idea of a "strong person" is faulted from the very beginning and he has a hard time understanding that you don't need to be evil to be strong because that's what he saw, what he learnt from midori. (this also explains a lot about his relationship with sara – he's convinced that only a cruel person would be able to win, therefore sara must be a bad person. i guess that's quite obvious but felt like mentioning it anyway hdkdjd)

i've always found it a bit weird how sara and some other characters say that midori is so much like shin, because honestly, i think shin did a terrible job copying him (which is, you know, understandable). i guess it makes sense, unlike the player they only saw his worst moments, still, like you've already explained in great detail there are some MAJOR differences between the two

you know, their relationship kind of reminds me of when someone tries to copy a famous person who seemingly has it all together and attempt to become that idealized version of them they created in their head. does that make sense?

anyways,, again, thank you for taking the time to write this, it was super interesting!!<3

[luminarytex]

FUCK YOU HERES MY GLATTBUR LORE/HC

glattbur has schlatts ram traits (ears, tail, horns, and hooved hands), as well as his curly hair and freckles/birthmarks/moles

for wilbur, they have most of his features, like his face (eyes, nose, and mouth) as well as hair (the length n part) as well as clothes

glattbur has a combination of both of their voices (think of malachite from steven universe)

theyre 6’4 and mostly float around (schlatt prefers walking so thats how you know whos in control body wise)

they talk to themselves* a lot when theyre alone*

* to each other

* with each other

philza n gang are workin on fixing their mistake but overtime glattbur just got used to being together that being apart would feel weird and lonely

(c!philza wouldnt care about their opinion tho he wants his son back)

it wouldnt be glattbur if wil wasnt there

theres ghostbur and alivebur, both sharing the same body (NOT mexican dream)

the two figures ghostbur saw was schlatt and alivebur*

so wilbur is also sharing a body with alivebur and this dude is a fuckin dick

*assuming that alivebur and ghostbur are seperate characters

schlatt and glatt are the same person since they both just break the fourthwall with no care (yesterdays stream for example “im canonically dead i dont wanna be back on this goddamn server”)

plus to that * when alivebur is in control it glides, rather than walk or float. also rather than bright glowly eyes n such its all an extremely dimmed glow. its voice is just likes wilburs but more montoned and angry/sad in tone.

alivebur grips at its horns as a way to calm/ground itself. it also does it when changing back into glattbur(or whoever takes control)

alivebur is a dick to everybody, not as much to techno(scary) and even less to philza(dad)

it always tries to punch tommy but glattbur is able to make their hands go right thru at the last second (ghostbur likes tommy and he doesnt want to see him get hurt again. glatt could careless but rather not feel the emotions of being sad about tommy.*)

*they share emotions- if schlatt’s sad, wilburs sad. if wilburs happy, schlatts happy

alivebur always tries to start a fight then push glattbur(or ghost/schlatt) to the front so they deal with the problem.

overall alivebur is just a dick when in control.

steven universe was in my head the entire time writing this, a good perfect fusion(that were somewhat toxic at first because glatt hated being back lmao) and a toxic fusion (its just alivebur in control of ghostburs body idk man)

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: John Winchester gets possessed by a demon making him seduce Dean's girlfriend.]

SMUT

John and Jenna.

Dean had invited you for a weekend work trip with his brother and father. Not really knowing exactly what they did you wanted to go along to spend more time with your boyfriend, it felt like he never had time for you. You had met John a few months back and saw him on and off whenever you'd visit Dean. He seemed like a nice man although he didnt speak much to you.

Arriving at the motel, you and Dean got your separate room while Sam and John stayed together. Helping you and Dean bring the bags into the room, John walked in behind the both of you.

"Thanks dad, I needed to bring some extra things for this trip with what we're dealing with." You over heard Dean tell his father before passing you a bag.

"Just put this in the top cabinet," Dean uttered before heading back out to the car.

"Crap," you struggled on your tip toes to push the heavy bag in the top cabinet as it kept popping back out.

"I got it," suddenly you felt John behind you, pushing the bag in place.

"Oh-" You whispered feeling him press himself against your backside. Turning to him, you weren't sure if he had purposely done that or if it was an innocent mistake.

"Sorry, sweetheart," John looked down at you in a way he never had. It was almost the same look Dean had when he first met you. The look of attraction, the look a man has when he sees a woman he cant help but picture in the most unspoken of ways. Clearing his throat he looked away having truly not meant to let his body get close to yours. Apart of you didnt mind it, you did find Dean's father attractive after all they did look alike.

"Its okay." Nervously you laughed it off as you awkwardly walked towards the rest of the bags. John's eyes followed before the sound of Dean entering the room again made him quickly look away.

"Dad, you're gonna help me over here?" Sam appeared at the doorway looking for John making him remember he had things to look over.

"Yeah. Of course." John walked out leaving you and Dean to yourself.

The next day Sam and Dean planned to go together to investigate a lake close by while John decided to stay behind and finish going over some of his research. Staying in your room, you read a book you bought along with you knowing Dean would be busy with work most of the time. John sat at the desk in his room, his eyes growing tired going through books of research when he decided to take a break. Leaning back on the chair his eyes closed, drifting into a deep sleep. As he slept, a line of dark black smoke creeped into the room and found it's way into John unexpectedly. Instantly shooting his eyes open, John revealed bright golden eyes.

Laying in bed reading your book you suddenly heard the door getting unlocked. Looking up thinking it was Dean you were surprised to see his father stepping inside.

"Mr.Winchester?" You whispered confused as he closed the door behind him, something seemed off with him.

"I got a spare key, I thought Dean returned already." You frowned as you stood up closing your book, his eyes falling to your legs as you had completely forgotten you were only wearing Dean's shirt not expecting anyone to come inside but him.

"Oh-" you looked down at your legs embarrased not noticing just how much John liked what he saw. His eyes for a split second turning a golden shade before you looked back up. You caught his tongue slowly slide over his lip.

"I should change-"

"Dean left you alone here?"

"Y-yeah," John began to shake his head with half a smile as he slowly stepped closer to you.

"Now why the hell would he do that?"

"He went to work, Mr.Winchester."

"Work huh? He should work on giving you more attention."

"What?" You responded confused with his words, never had he spoken to you this way before. He continued to get closer to you as he spoke, you swore you had never seen this look on John's face before. A look of hunger, his eyes even looked darker than usual as he spoke.

"Come on, dont you think he should be more attentive to you?" John smiled in a sneaky manner as he stared down at you. Truth be told, you did wish Dean payed more attention to you, you did wish he was more available to you.

"I...I-"

"I've watched how he is with you," John interrupted.

"I mean I don't know....if I knew my woman was waiting for me the way you look right now, I'd rush right on home." You felt his eyes travel down your body then back up until they met your eyes again. You couldnt believe what he was saying, the way he was looking at you.

"See, if you were mine..things would be very different," John stepped closer making you back against a wall. Your eyes widened in shock at everything that poured out of him.

"Mr.Winchester...what are you doing..?" You whispered.

"Oh, dont tell me you havent caught me looking at you since I met you-" he responded feeling a rush inside him.

"I'm-Im happy with Dean."

"Are you?" He whispered in a husky voice, it's like he could see right through you.

"So if I were to gently brush my hand over your thigh-" he did just that as he stared directly into your eyes.

"You wouldnt like it?" You gasped.

"Please..this isnt right.." You whispered making him smile, he could tell you liked it but didnt want to admit it.

"You're telling me this doesnt turn you on?" His hand now reached in between your thighs feeling the warmth making him moan low.

"But Dean-"

"Shh..." John lifted a finger to your lips as he began to feel you on top of your underwear. You moaned with a sigh of relief closing your eyes as you felt his hand gently grab the side of your neck. John didnt stop moving his fingers in a circular motion against you, you didnt find the strength in you to stop him.

"You like that?" He whispered as you opened your eyes before he leaned in and aggressively kissed you. Submitting to him you took his kiss and let him do as he pleased. His hand still caressing the side of your neck as he bit down on your bottom lip. Your hands ran up his chest before he roughly snapped off the buttons of his flannel shirt. He stepped back slowly unbuttoning his pants and revealed his hardness to you.

"Mr.Winch-"

"John, baby. Call me John."

You bit your lip as he sat back on a chair and motioned for you to get on top of him. Not being able to hold yourself back you walked towards him as he quickly pulled your underwear down and roughly put you on top of him. Instantly you felt him enter you and you began to ride him. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you rode him hard, you had never felt anything like him before. A part of you couldnt believe what you were doing but another part of you didnt want to stop. John pulled your shirt up and pulled your body close to him, sucking on your breasts as you continued to move.

"Oh yeah, Jenna.." John groaned before grabbing your face and kissing you hard as he grinded your hips on him.

"Turn around," John spoke breathlessly as you quickly stood up and did as he asked slowly lowering yourself back down onto him.

"Oh yes.." you whispered.

"Feel better than Dean doesnt it?" He spoke hoarsely and spanked your ass hard making you scream.

"Oh, John..." you moaned as he grabbed you by the waist hard, screaming in pleasure you didnt realize what was happening behind you. In the middle of riding him, the demon was released from John's body. John suddenly realized what the hell he was doing and froze under you. The sensation so intense he almost came in that moment realizing what he was doing. His hands still tightly on your hips as you continued to bounce on him he let out a deep breath.

"Like that?" You moaned looking back at him making him let out a gruff noise as he saw your face.

"Jenna-" he panted as you rode him hard, he couldnt believe what he was doing but you felt so damn good. He couldnt stop you and he couldnt stop himself. You noticed his moans grow deeper before suddenly feeling him stand up and push you face down on the bed. John lost complete control of himself as he thrusted into you.

"I'm sorry-I cant stop-" he grunted low as he continued to drive himself into you. You couldnt understand what he was saying and only felt him move faster.

"John! John!" You screamed with how aggressively he moved your body, holding your arms behind your back, but you loved how it felt.

"Oh my god.." he groaned deeply before pulling out and gasping loudly as he unloaded himself on your ass.

"Wow," you whispered as he stepped away out of breath and you slowly pushed yourself up. Just as you turned to face him he turned away from you. You frowned as he remained quiet fixing himself up, getting dressed.

"John?" You whispered as he leaned his hand on the table lost in his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" You asked making him turn to you and look down at your body.

"Get dressed," he looked away still out of breath, he couldnt take seeing your body bare in front of him.

"What's wrong-"

"That wasnt me," he whispered roughly.

"What?" You let out a chuckle in disbelief.

"Something took over me-" he repeated although he knew you'd have no idea what he meant.

"But I couldnt stop myself after...I didnt wanna stop...Jesus Christ, Jenna..I've wanted you for a while." You stood in silence staring at him, still in shock with what just happened. You had no idea from the moment John met you he was attracted to you.

"John-"

"Please dont say my god damn name like that, I'll take you again before Dean comes." He blurt out and you had to admit he sounded very sexy saying it in his deep voice. But suddenly you remembered Dean and looked away.

"What is it?" He walked towards you with a frown.

"What do you mean what is it? What about Dean..what's he going to think-"

"We dont tell him a damn thing, Jenna." He looked down at you in a very serious manner.

"Leave with me," he suddenly blurt out making your eyes widen.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Leave with me now, we'll go anywhere I just...I need to feel you again tonight and I wont allow Dean to have you again."

"John..." you whispered feeling confused yet aroused with his dominating words.

"Jenna, please." John had no idea what came over him, all he knew was that he couldnt ignore how badly he wanted you.

"I know you want more of me, you're just afraid to admit it. How do you think it's going to be staying around him? You think I'll be able to keep my hands off you, sweetheart?"

"I just-"

"You think I wont try to be inside you every chance I get?" Your eyes practically rolled back at his words, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

"Let's go, Jenna. Pack your shit and let's go before he comes."

Without saying a word you gave in and ran around the room collecting your belongings in your backpack. John took hold of your stuff leading you to his truck. Without second guessing anything or looking back, you got in the car and let John drive you away..

[hellothere-generalangsty]

I HAD A BRAIN WAVE MOMENT

DO YOU REMEMBER WAYYYY BACK WHEN EVERYONE HATED ASOKA? DAVE DID THAT ON PURPOSE SO HE WAS IN CONTROL OF WHAT PEOPLE HATED ABOUT HER. OK NOW THIS MIGHT BE A LONGSHOT THAT HOPEFULLY DOESN’T END UP LIKE LONGSHOT THE CLONE, BUT, IM HOPING THATS WHATS DAVE IS DOING WITH TBB. BEING IN CONTROL OF WHAT THE FANDOM HATES ABOUT IT AND THEN IMPROVING IT SLOWLY BIT BY BIT.

PLEASE IM DESPERATE FOR A EXPLANATION!

(also where’s my explanation about why the clones are white washed, dave? hmm? where is it dave?)

OMG LOOK.

It wouldnt excuse the whitewashing or the weak scenario, because he got us used to some good stuff now (tcw s7, Mandalorian, that kind of things)

But it would make sense - to a certain extent - to work that season as a "cliché team in a cliché scenario" and see how people react to be able for a second season (if there's a second season) to improve it

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Disclaimer: I'm a white, abled person so I'm not trying to speak on behalf of poc/disabled people, but I think it's important to support them and listen to the critics they make about SW and it's content

Also this is quite long I got carried away but worth it it is!

I linked some of @rebekadjarin 's post here because I read a bit through her blog today and agreed with her posts; and I invite you to check out the "#whitewhashed tbb" if you want more extanded and developed information about that matter! (As my knowledge on the matter is still quite limited/ incomplete due to my privileges, and this post is more of a summary than a real analysis)

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So here, we know that the fans are unhappy about:

- the whitewashing of the Bad Batch (especially since they proved they could animate dark skinned people/ more generally poc with the first seasons of tcw, Kanan in Rebels and the Separatist in the latest TBB episode)

It is a real problem and it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Even if they are different, the Batchers are still clones and it's really not that hard to show their enhancement while keeping Temuera's features and skin colour (I mean, look at all the artists who did and do it everyday on this app; no excuse here)

Star Wars has wasted a lot of potential on numerous occasions because they keep doing stuff like this; and it's quite ironic (and very sad) to see that racism, ableism and stereotypes are prevalent in a universe where people fight for equality and peace...

Here and here are two posts about it (if you're the author of these posts and want me to delete them from my post please tell me so; I took the liberty of adding them because I think they highlight quite well the issue and do a clear job at showing the whitewashing in SW/ around the clones)

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- the way Crosshair is treated; both by the Batchers and the writers, he's manipulated by the chip yet no one is talking about rescuing him and we see nothing about the effect of his absence on the Batchers (they don't mention him, don't try to save him, and Hunter is more distraught by Omega's absence than by his own brother's)

And don't get me wrong, Omega is a kid and she's nice, of course they have to take care of her and protect her

But they also don't know her purpose; why is she here? She could be a bad omen (maybe she doesn't even know it! The Kaminoans probably didn't tell anyone about her real purpose and I stand by the idea that the infos they got about her are all wrong and purposefully misleading) and I have the dark feeling that she will be the end/ death of the Batchers by the end of the serie, even if she didn't wanted it that way

But Crosshair is never mentionned, except for when he's needed in the scenario. Which is a shame, because he's a Batcher too even if he's mind-controlled and (for now) working for the Empire. He's supposed to be a main character, and he's a key element to the plot; yet out of 10 episodes we saw him in only 3, and only the moments where he was acting bad (i'm excluding the lonely moment at the end of ep2 because it had a lot of potential about him fighting the chip but that was all we had and i'm still bitter about it lol)

Here is a post about it

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- speaking of plot; I feel like it's always the same disk playing since episode 2-3: They have a mission given by Cid, they do it, things go wrong, Omega saves the day and they get the money.

Crosshair is doing bad guy stuff so no need to tall about him (haha right?)

Now. I'm a good public. I know when to activate the Dummie™ in me and enjoy a show about a found family doing crazy jobs for a criminal and raising a newly adopted daughter at the same time. It's fun, it's sweet, sometimes it get emotional and the animation is beautiful (the lights are amazing I am always in awe)

I can enjoy it and be in awe and see Echo sniffing food and Tech smiles and Wrecker playing with Omega and feel happy about it.

But I also expected more. I hadn't any clear idea because I didn't wanted to set expectations (how ironic) but I can't help but feel sad about the wasted potential around Empire! Crosshair and the rise of said Empire.

If you want to antagonize one of the main character, do it, but do it fully and do it well. Show us Crosshair getting really invested in a plan to catch the Batchers and suddenly making a scene for a tiny detail that could blow it up; show us Crosshair and Hunter fighting each other hand to hand after they disarmed each other, and Crosshair getting the upoer hand until something holds him back; just enough for Hunter to take control again

Show us a complex character who suffers but doesn't fully realise it, and show us brothers mourning yet hoping to get the family back again you know?

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- the way Echo is treated by the Batchers. And as much as it saddens me, they do him dirty in the show.

Echo is a war veteran, an ex- prisoner and a disabled character. He went through a lot; first he lost the Domino squad, then he lost brothers on Kamino (including 99 who was close to his squad), then the Citadel happened and he lost both his legs, an arm, his freedom, his brothers and probably any hope to be saved.

Then they found him in that freezer, and he probably realised that, if Fives wasn't here to save him, it meant he lost him too.

Then he left Rex to go with a team of 4 because he probably didn't feel like he belonged with "regs" anymore; he chose strangers over brothers because he thought he couldn't find his place there. Which in itself is sad and problematic.

And now he's with the Batchers, and they don't seem to grasp the importance of his trauma. I mean; they always had the 4 of them and never lost a brother (apart from Cross; which is another wasted potential here because they could have exploited that trauma and made a parallel with Echo being so used to losing brothers and them experiencing it for the first time on such a personal level you know) and they do some crappy stuff to him.

Selling him as a droid? Not cool.

Brushing off his trauma for a mission and some credits? Not. Cool.

And Echo can't say anything because he chose them, and now he has nowhere to go anyway because Order 66 happened; and he probably doesn't want to be a burden to Rex, and he probably doesn't want to abandon his brothers especially now that Cross is gone and they have a child to take care of

But yeah there are a lot of things happening - or NOT happening - around Echo and his trauma and his disability that are wrong and people are right to talk about it

Here is a post I read and I agree with it

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- Overall, the way the show and the characters are handled; they often feel very stereotyped/ cliché and the basic plot doesn't really help for character development or improvement

I read a post about it and it was really interesting; they linked the whitewashing of the characters with their abilities/enhencement

Tech and Crosshair are the smartest and the whitest in the group (which is bad)

Wrecker is portrayed as the Bid Dummie™ and he's the one with the "darker" skin and the features closest to Temuera/ Maōri features (also very bad)

Hunter is straight up a Rambo with a face tattoo, and Echo - and you guys know I love him - is whiter than a sheet of paper (all so bad)

Not only this, but there is no improvement in their personality or thinking

They don't seem to evolve, and just like their mission, they end up playing the same song over and over again

Hunter is the broody soldier and though people enjoy talking to him as a Dad (count me in) but he's not a good dad for Omega (he calls her soldier and is always acting awkward and uncomfortable around her)

Wrecker could be a better dad for her; but again they display him as a big dummie and give the impression he couldn't take well care of her

Tech is here to be the smart one, we only see him when they need someone to do the smart speaking and the complicated computer things

Echo is the grumpy reg, the "more droid than man" and sometimes the Mom™ but they never show him talking about the Empire or the trauma or how the I am not Freaking Out™ I did came back for this Shit™ he's just here to... Be here and be grumpy and bring the oldest clone wars fans to watch TBB

And Crosshair is almost non-existent.

Here is another post about it

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What could it be then?

So either Dave is pulling a Ahsoka on us; but he'll still have a lot of things to correct and explanations to give because I can excuse a bad plot but I draw the line at blatant racism ans ableism (especially when they KNOW the fans and they KNOW what people want and they KNOW it would probably bring more people to enjoy and get invested in the show)

- If he's doing this, he will probably work with the animator to correct the whitewashing (because it really is the only really wrong thing in the animation, the rest of it is quite good to be honest like the light, framing and all)

- Understand that Tbb and Mandalorian are two different shows and cannot be treated the sale way; so he'll get back to the main plot and hopefully work on Crosshair's arc and hos his absence/ him being controlled by the chip affects him/ the Batchers/ their relation

- He'll probably work more on displaying the effect of their trauma; collective and personal, and see how it reflects on their relations (and give Echo the healing he deserves)

- By extension, give the characters more depth and complexity, dig their stereotypical surface and reveal their true nature (show me a ruthless yet easily overwhelmed Hunter; a smart but constantly anxious Tech, a very emotional Wrecker playing the big explosive dummie to protect himself, etc.)

Well, that's what I would do

Or he's just... Doing this and not planning any changes; in which case I'll probably do what I did with SPN s15: stop watching, scroll through tumblr to get some infos and gifs and tell everyone about how dirty they did the characters, and they did us.

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But I really hope he's hearing us and taking our remarks into account; the show in itself had a lot of potential and I'm still hanging on the thin hope that the ending could "save it"; but I also have no expectations and am in fact waiting for a disappointing ending

On a brighter note, I'm glad the fandom exists because I see artists and writers and gif-makers and theorists and all kind of people creating and sharing their own content, headcanons, art, writing and they all feel right and better than the canon

Like yes, give me a in-character dark skinned clone who deals with his trauma and the sudden changes around him in a realistic way

Tell me about the real effects of the war on soldiers, and the truth behind the corrupted government taking over the galaxy, and the efforts everyone has to make to survive, exist and live together

If Dave and his team cannot do it, I know you guys can and that's why I'm glad to be here too; you give me hope when they fail to do so 💙

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I hope I like... Answered this correctly? 😂 I got carried away but yeah, though I'm usually not vocal about it and try to enjoy it with my Dummie Energy™ I still see and read about what you all think, and usually I agree with you; the show deserved better and we deserved better

Now back to ignoring the canon and writing a fic about my very much alive and beloved Fives 🥰

[spacegirlapollo]

Again [ Aizawa x Reader Smut]

Whats up folx I am back ! Sorry for being gone so long! Here’s a new mid length fic! 

Title: Again

Genre: Some fluff , Smut

Description: You are feeling hot and heavy after your personal training lessons with you boyfriend Aizawa Shouta. 

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“Again.”

You huffed out a tired breath clutching your stomach with your right hand and holding yourself steady from the floor with your left. On the gym floor below you, you could almost make out your sweaty, wild haired reflection. You were trying to get as many deep breaths as possible before you stood up , knowing that they could be your last for a few minutes. 

From the corner of your vision you could see the socks of your boyfriend, Aizawa Shouta, and even though you couldn't currently see all of him, you knew he was looking down at you, probably with his arms folded. And you were sure that he had that look that he gave his students when he was challenging them, and pushing them hard. 

You were the one who had asked for the training in the first place, you’d watched once, the way he kept in shape and practiced his fighting, and you wanted nothing more than to be able to do the same thing. You knew it was going to be hard but, this…. was tough. 

“Y/N” He said, his tone was devoid of any impatience, but he wasn't showing you any other emotions either. He was not going to take it easy on you. This was the fourth week of training and you were just seeing the end of your heavily bruised and sore body and having to take ice baths every night. Shouta had warned that once you got to that point, it was easy for your body to reach a stand still, so he was going to push you even harder. 

Feeling a bit shaky you moved your legs to balance your frame and stand back up. You were running a cycle of high kicks and punches. First you had to counter him, coming at your quicker each time, then you had to come at him and try to find away against his counters. Shouta would always stop right before a kick landed or a punch landed, as to not hit you but show you how open to attack you were. He did however counter and counter hard, He was an expert at making you lose your breath and your balance. All your bruises were just from hitting the floor after unsuccessfully landing a punch and being countered or pinned to the floor. 

You faced him again, chest rising and falling fast, you’d been trying to land the same combo for 20 minutes, a high punch, a low kick a high kick and then a punch to the stomach. 

Shouta curled his hands forward, becoming you to try again. You saw him move into place meaning that he was preparing himself to not be knocked over. You were both in all black sleeveless workout clothes and you had to forcefully remove the thought about how good he looked in it. 

Your right foot shifted forward and you could see him react before you had even thought what to do next. As your balled fist launched towards his upper chest area, he swatted your arm away with his right and pivoted back, you launched into your kick, using momentum to launch your left foot forward. In a swift movement, Shouta slid his foot out, connected with your swinging leg and pushed hard outward. 

You gasped as your legs were forcefully split, the wobble returning again and you landed on your right knee, hands falling from their fist to catch yourself on the ground again. 

You loved your boyfriend, and after every training session, he would give you massages, run the baths and grab the ice. But suddenly you felt a surge of annoyance. You had not been able to land a punch in 4 weeks worth of practice, sure he was a pro, beyond a pro, but the sore loser in you was reaching for the surface.  You didn't even want to land a punch, you just wanted to be able to disarm him once. Just once. 

“Again.”  He was rolling up the gauze over his knuckles, the strand of hair that had fallen loose from his high bun was bumping limply across his face. Your fingers gripped against the gym floor as you let the annoyance wash over you. It provided you one thing that maybe you had been missing. Focus. 

Without any more promoting you lifted up from the floor quickly, barely standing up tall you used your left hand this time to come for his right side. He reacted, but you noticed a little slower than before, using this right to disarm your left. His stance was good as if he was bracing for your kick but his chest was wide open, so you decided to go out of order, releasing a grunt of pure adrenaline,  sending your your right forearm into his chest, he was sturdy but surprised, moving a step back. As you hooked a foot underneath his now open stance, He grabbed your elbow and waist, and the both of you fell quickly to the floor, you on top of him, and his back to the gym flooring. 

Your chest was rising and falling as you laid on top him to soar to move. You didn't feel like a winner going out of order, but it was satisfying to finally knock him over the way he had been doing to you. You realized as you looked at him he was smiling. 

“That was good.” 

Your eyebrows raised high, “That was good? But I went out of order.” 

“You made it so that I couldn't predict what you were going to do next.” He said as if it was simple. You always come with your right and you came in with your left. I wasn’t expecting that.” 

His sudden praise of your work had sent any previous annoyance away and your sudden closeness had you staring at his lips as he talked. You forced yourself to meet his eyes. 

“You were still able to counter it though.” 

He shrugged as much as he could on the floor, a smirk playing on his lips. “weIl… I am pretty good. But your getting closer ” 

You giggled at this, feeling that lighter, airy feeling after a workout, and a bit light headed by your closeness. 

“So your saying that I’m going to actually get better than you one of these days?” You teased, a playful smile on your lips. Your lips parted a bit as he hand came up to your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He murmured 

“It wouldn’t surprise me.” He said softly. “You’re always throwing me off guard.” This time it was you catching his wandering eyes to your lips. 

“Maybe we should.. Go back inside.” You say, knowing that any further and you’d kiss him on the spot. 

He nodded, and you tried to push yourself back up, only to have your arms buckle and collapse back on top of him as he was sitting up. 

You could feel his chest shake as he chuckled at your almost noodle like state. Before you could protest he was lifting himself off the ground and picking you up bridal style, as if he hadn’t just done a whole work out. You opened your mouth to demand to be put back down but you knew that he wouldnt and that your legs were Jello anyway. 

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By the time you’d made it up the stairs, you’d convinced him to take a bath with you, you undressed as he filled the extra large tub full of water. Since it was so large, it took a moment to fill. You were trying to pin your hair up with your noodle arms but everytime you raised them you felt that dull ache of pain. 

Shouta appeared in front of you taking the pins from your and and moving in close now, his wholly naked form distracting. You could see from the mirrors in front of you that he was haphazardly putting your up but you still appreciated it. 

“ I feel so helpless when my arms hurt like this.” 

“Pain means its working.” He said finished with his messy work on your hair his hand traveled down to your check and your lips parted a bit as he raised up your chin. You were ready to close your eyes for a kiss but instead he said. 

“The bath is ready” 

He let go of your face and you stood there stunned. He was teasing you and you didn't not not like it. 

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Shouta felt his cock twitch at the little moans you couldn't help that escaped your mouth as you sank into the hot water and sat back into him. He’d been trying to reign himself in but he knew that soon you’d feel him pressed up against your back. 

He could have stayed in this position forever as you laid into his chest. He wanted to hear more of your little moans though and his hand slid up your leg slowly to your core. You about melted into him as he used his other hand softly cup your neck as he began to pepper kisses there, his finger slowly spinning circles around your pleasure spot. He relished in your whiney gasps as he laid hot kisses down your neck.  

--

~Damn~ You thought as your brain was nothing but fog as Shouta picked up the pace. You felt his teeth graze your neck and whimpered a bit. In response you felt him pepper you with kisses before sinking his teeth a little less than gentle into your neck.  

You couldnt help the moan that came out of you, it felt a little to good. You could feel the rumble in Shouta’s chest as he began to cup your right tit, earning more whimpers from you as you rapidly approached your orgasm. Almost as if he sensed it , his grip became tighter and his voice was right in your ear, urging, almost begging you to cum for him. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered as you came to him, which earned you kisses along your jaw and his slow deep voice saying “ Mmm good girl.” 

You wanted so badly to kiss him how and so you turned, his grip shifting to your waist as you straddled him, the water sloshing slightly at your movements. You brought your lips together and he responded in kind, letting you control the pace. You wanted to repay his pleasure and you were sure any brush up against his sensitive and throbbing cock would send him writhing. 

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him away from the kiss, leaving hot kisses down his skin, he sucked in a lot of air as you pulled his hair, something he was never shy about letting you know he loved. His grip on you tightened as you grazed your free hand against his throbbing cock.  You began to return the favor gripping him, stroking him while sucking softly against his sensitive neck. 

You were unrelenting as you picked up the pace leaving bite marks across his neck. As you felt him starting to unravel you brought your lips together again nibbling at his lower lip as he stared up at you as if you were the only thing in the world as he came into your hand. You relinquished your hold onto his hair and he brought you close to his chest, and it was your turn for your head to tilt back as he pressed himself into you, guiding you with his hands around your ass. 

“Fuck.” You gasped out pleasure exploding around your body. Your moans filled the bathroom as he began to stroke into you at a needy pace. Neither of you were going to last long but your closeness was intoxicating. Your hands were on his chest and your pins had fallen letting your hair fall over you and cling to your curves. 

Head falling back as you felt that knot in your stomach you moaned out as you came. 

“Shouta!” 

Unable to hold out on your tightening core he thrusted a few times before spilling into you. 

You both sat for a moment breathing in and coming down from your high. 

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An hour or so later you were climbing into bed, completely and utterly spent , knowing that sleep was knocking at your door. Shouta slid into the bed next you and almost like magnets you came together, snuggling into his frame. He was stroking your hair behind your ear again and you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

“Good night baby.” You said softly. 

“Goodnight love.” You were sure he said as you drifted off into sleep. 

[heyitsyn]

Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

--

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears 

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

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natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

[brelione]

In The End (The Best Boys)

Warnings:For the love of god everyones doing too much, yelling, not proof read

Series Masterlist

You took in a deep, shaky breath.Rafe bit his lip, leaning down to kiss you gently. “Lets go downstairs, okay?”He asked, large hand going to hold yours.You nodded, slowly sitting up with a slight pain in your abdomen.

He went into your closet to get you something loose and soft, helping you get dressed. “Im sure hes fine, alright?Dont worry.”He grinned, kissing the top of your head.The two of you sat anxiously on the couch, listening for Kelce’s car.

You jumped when you heard the car door slam, your door opening a few moments later.His breathing was fast and shallow, eyes wide and sweat dripping from his hairline and tears falling from his eyes.He didnt say anything, hands shaking as he stared back at you.Rafe’s hand was sitting on your thigh, almost trying to hold you back from going to Kelce.

You werent sure if the action was out of jealousy or if he was just worried about you trying to approach Kelce while he was in this state of mind.It didnt matter though.Once the slight shock had worn off you quickly made your way to Kelce, wrapping your arms tight around him.

He was shaking under your touch, a few of his tears falling into your hair as he leaned against you with his arms around your shoulders. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”You repeated, rubbing his back.He shook his head, squeezing you so hard that it hurt.

You looked over to Rafe, trying to figure out what had happened. “Im sorry.”Kelce sobbed, whistling sounds coming from his nose as he tried to take deep breaths.Your hand moved to run through his hair and rub the back of his neck, feeling him start to relax a bit

. “Kelce….what happened?”You asked, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone lightly.He didnt move away from you, squeezing you tighter.He could tell by the way you and Rafe kept looking at eachother that he was freaking you guys out and it didnt exactly help with how stressed he was.

 “I dont know what to do.”He cried, his nose starting to run.You didnt know what to do either, holding him and whispering into his ear.He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths, listening to you.It couldve been minutes or hours, you werent exactly sure but it didnt really matter.

Rafe was just confused, not understand how to help or what could have happened to make Kelce act like this.You eventually got him to stand up, holding your hand as you practically dragged him.He sat on your counter, hands shaking as you got him some water and squeezed lemon juice into it.

His eyes were puffy and red, eyebrows messed up and his nose was irritated.He was a mess.You werent sure if he’d be able to hold the cup on his own, putting it next to him for when he’d be able to. “You okay, little man?”You asked, offering him a towel to wipe his nose with.

He didnt answer but took the towel anyways, holding it to his nose.Rafe came into the kitchen, looking at Kelce with a puzzled expression.Kelce let his eyes fall to Rafe’s neck, letting out a low sigh.Topper was right. 

“I dont know what happened...I just got mad and I dont know.I think I blacked out...I dont know.”He muttered.Rafe nodded, understanding. “I was on the phone with Topper.And he-he said that uh….that he told you something.”He glanced over to Rafe, taking in a deep breath.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, looking over to Rafe too. “And he told me...that you and Rafe are dating.I dont know...it’s stupid.”Kelce muttered, looking down into his cup.You bit the inside of your cheek, not sure how what to say or if you should deny it or not.

 “Okay...um….okay.”You nodded, thinking about it.You hadnt considered Rafe your boyfriend, things hadnt really gotten that far yet when it came to feelings.Or maybe they had. “It doesnt matter...theres just so much happening and I got stressed and everything just happened so fast and I didnt know what to do.”He explained, squeezing the towel in his hand.

There was no way of getting out of this.Why did life have to be this way? “So um….whats the main problem here?”You asked, remembering how he’d ask you that when you had an anxiety attack.He squeezed the towel harder, wanting to scream. 

“Everything is the main problem!I cant-I cant just pretend anymore!Ive been pretending for years and I just cant-do you know how fucked all of this is?”He asked, the towel falling to the floor.On instinct Rafe had pulled you closer to him, not sure what was going to happen but was more than shocked when you moved away from him. 

“What do you mean you’ve been pretending?”You asked, not understanding what he was talking about.He laughed, his eyes watering again. “Havent you noticed?Four years, (Y/N)!Four fucking years i’ve been in love with you and you havent noticed and im trying my best to keep it from you cause its not your problem to deal with but its hard, okay?I’ve been trying to control myself and control everyone else and I know its fucked, alright?And then Rafe just takes you away and he knows too!And he’s known about Topper-thats so goddamn fucked!”Kelce exclaimed, standing up now.

He didnt even know what he was saying, ranting about all of his thoughts. “How are you so oblivious?How have you not seen the signs?dont you see how mad Topper gets when you’re all over Rafe?If you love Rafe thats fine but could you at least let us know so that we dont have that little bit of hope?Cant you just do that for me?”He asked, his breathing shallow.Rafe looked over at you too, waiting for you to reply.He knew he loved you.He had known for a long time that it was something more than a little crush.

Topper walked up your driveway, nearly losing his balance a few times on the way to your door that was open for some reason.He was glad that it was darker out so he didnt have to worry about wearing the ugly sunglasses his doctor told him to wear.

 “Guys?”He called out, hearing shouts from the kitchen.Rafe peaked out from the kitchen, frowning when he saw Topper. “What the hell is going on?”The blonde asked, coming into the kitchen.You looked over at him before looking back over to Kelce. “Topper-I think you were right.”Kelce replied quietly, looking at you.

 “Can you guys shut the hell up?”Rafe asked, becoming increasingly annoyed with the situation. “Kelce, man, I get what you’re trying to say but none of this is helpful, okay?”Rafe asked, surprising himself.This was usually Kelce’s job. 

“No, Rafe, it’s not okay.I cant just pretend that I dont feel the things I do anymore.I get that you dont have to hide it anymore and thats fucking fantastic for you but I dont want to hide it either, ight?”Kelce took in a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

You felt Topper staring at you, regretting coming over here.He figured that he hadnt left things on the best note, wanting to come over and talk to you a little more since he was sure that he had freaked you out.

Somehow the four of you ended up on the floor, glancing at eachother as you all calmed down. “Rafe and I....we arent dating.”You spoke up, hoping that it wouldnt start another argument.

Rafe licked his lips, taking in a deep breath through his nose.He knew that it wasnt official but he hoped that you didnt see him as just a friend with benefits. 

“You dont have to date someone to love them, (Y/N).”Topper reminded you, his eyes trapped on his casted arm that rested in its black sling.You huffed, resting the back of your head on the cabinets.

 “I know, Top.I know....”You mumbled, tapping your fingertips on your kneecap. “Listen, im sorry for being a bitch.Its just...I dont know.I think I need to figure myself out.Between you guys and my parents I just bottle everything up.I shouldnt have blown up like that.”Kelce admitted, relieved when you reached over and squeezed his hand. 

“I get it, bubs.You know you can always talk to us, right?”You asked, wanting to hug him tightly and never let go but you figured it woul probably be awkward for him under these circumstances. 

“Yeah.”He replied, scratching at his eyebrow. “(Y/N)...you know we cant just forget that this conversation happened.We have to talk about this.”Topper spoke sternly, knowing that you would try to change the topic.Rafe nodded in agreement, wanting to know where he stood with you. 

“I know, I know.But....I dont think I know how I feel if im being honest.But if-when I do ill let you guys know, okay?”You asked, your heart pounding in your chest.You were such a liar.You werent supposed to lie to your bestfriends.

They all mumbled, shrugging.It wasnt exactly understandable but you assumed that it was a yes anyways, slowly standing up.Your legs were still partly tingling because of Rafe but you were just glad you could walk.

 “im going upstairs.You guys should just stay here for the night.”You told them, heading up to your bedroom quickly.You laid down on your bed, wishing that you had never slept with Rafe.Maybe that wouldnt make things so difficult for you right now.You couldnt imagine how upset you had made Rafe just a few moments ago.

“It doesnt matter if she ends up dating me, you know she cares about you guys more than anything else.”Rafe told them, biting the inside of his cheek.Topper chuckled, shaking his head. 

“You always get everything you want, Rafe.You get all her attention and even when I was in the hospital all she cared about was you.”He replied, glaring at his friend.Kelce groaned, resting his head against his palm. 

“We had to drag her out of the hospital, Topper.Literally.”He laid down on the tile floor, staring at the ceiling. “Come on, Kelce.She goes to you about everything.You know a whole side of her that we’ve never seen.That’s special.”Topper answered, wondering what kind of secrets Kelce knew that he didnt.Kelce’s eyes widened, sitting up again. 

“Wait-she doesnt tell you guys about our cooking talks?”Kelce asked.They shook their heads, chuckling. “Nope, might as well tell us about it.”Rafe grinned, excited to hear stories.Kelce smiled, feeling his face heat up.That meant it was his special thing that he had with you and noone else.

 “hmm...no.I’ll just keep it to myself.”Kelce answered, hearing them groan. “Wow, I see how it is.”Topper smiled.They sat on the floor talking for hours, eventually getting up and making a huge pot of ramen.

 “So what did you miss most while you were in the hospital?”Kelce asked, stirring the noodles. “Movie nights, one thousand percent.”He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet.

He thought about it constantly at night when you were asleep next to him on the hospital bed.He wondered what movies you’d all be watching together if he hadnt left the house that night.Rafe smiled, grabbing a fork.

 “We can have one of those now.I’ll go get (Y/N).”He turned to leave but was stopped by Kelce. “I’ll go.”He said quickly, not waiting for an answer before jogging upstairs.You had fallen asleep face down on your bed, snoring into the pillow.He stood in the doorway for a moment, listening to your breathing.

He sat at the foot of the bed, tapping your leg lightly. “Nooo....”You mumbled, moving your arms under the pillow to get more comfortable. “(Y/N), do you want some ramen?”Kelce asked, trying not to laugh. 

“hmmm....”You hummed into the pillow. “(Y/N).”He whispered again. “Whatttt?”You asked, voice muffled by the pillowcase. “Ramen.”He repeated, feeling you shift around. 

“What kind?”You asked, still half asleep. “Chicken with butter and garlic and fried egg.”He answered.You placed your head back on the pillow, thinking about it but slowly drifting into sleep again. 

“(Y/N).”He laughed, laying down to face you. “Yeah?”You asked, eyes squinting. “Ramen.”He repeated once more.You hummed, wrapping your arms around him. “No.”You answered. 

“You dont want ramen?”He asked, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Yeah.”You answered, mouth slightly open as your face pressed against his shirt. “You want ramen?”He asked, scratching at your side.

 “Yeah.”You answered, your voice high pitched from sleep. “You gotta get up.”He told you, smiling to himself when your grip tightened. “No.”You answered, your leg falling across his stomach.

 “then you dont get ramen.”he answered. “Rude.”You grumbled, refusing to move off of him.He laughed, glad that you werent acting any different after everything that had happened.

He held on tight to you, rolling off the bed. “Put me down.”You yawned, wrapping your arms around him. “No.”He answered, walking down the stairs with you.The scent of ramen and garlic filled your nostrils, hearing a bowl being set down on the marble countertop.

Kelce put you down on one of the chairs, pushing a bowl of ramen in front of you.They were just poking at their noodies, swirling them onto their forks before letting it fall back into the bowl. 

“My mom called.”Topper blew on some noodles before shoving them in his mouth. “Shes mad about the car.She’s still in California.”He replied, getting another bite full. 

“At least you dont have to deal with her.”Rafe shrugged, looking for the brightside of things.Topper just hummed, staring into his bowl.None of you spoke after that, eating some ramen but not bothering to put the dishes in the sink. 

“Topper wanted to have a movie night.”Rafe mumbled, glancing over to Topper.You simply nodded, getting up and going into the living room.You curled yourself up into the corner of the couch, a pillow to your chest.

Kelce was on the other end of the couch, Topper on the floor next to him while Rafe sat not too far in front of you, reaching for the remote.Everything just felt so dead.

You wanted to reach out and play with Rafe’s hair or lean against Kelce but you knew not to for the sake of the others.You tried watching the movie, the volume low so that it wouldnt hurt Topper’s head.

It was some sort of dog movie from the early 2000s.Kelce was the first to fall asleep, snoring against the arm rest.Rafe was confused, not understanding what was going on.He was the second to fall asleep, face in the carpet not even half way through the movie. 

“Top, you awake?”You whispered, the movie in a dark scene right now. “Yeah, why?”He asked, looking over in your direction. “I dunno.You wanna talk?”You asked, keeping your voice quiet so you wouldnt bother Rafe or Kelce.Topper hummed, standing up slowly. 

“You wanna go outside?”He asked, already heading for the slider door.You followed him outside, hearing crickets and the sound of you pool.The two of you sat on the pavement by the water, staring at the lit up pool. 

“What do you want to talk about?”He asked, sticking his feet into the water.You just shrugged, not really knowing. “Do you wanna talk about earlier?”You asked, hoping that it wasnt too forward. 

“What about it?”He asked.You sighed, regretting bringing it up again. “I dont know, I just think we left off at a bad note.”You replied, sticking your hand in the water out of curiosity. “Yeah, yeah we did.But its either you love me or you dont, either is fine.”He replied, ignoring the pit in his stomach.

You remained silent, thinking. “Do you think its possible to love more than one person at a time?”You asked.His eyebrows raised at your words, blowing out a puff of air. 

“Well, its possible to hate more than one person at a time.Love and Hate are the same thing in the end.”He answered, kicking his feet back and forth under the surface of the water.

 “What does that mean?”You asked, not used to him saying things like that. “Well think about it.Love is just an extreme like and hate is just an extreme dislike.So if it was in a circle that means that hate and love touch.”He answered, dragging his fingernail against the pavement to make a small circle.

You nodded, flicking his finger. “So you think I can love more than one person at once?”You asked, wanting him to clarify.He nodded slowly. “I mean, you love Bucky and Henry Bowers and Jack Frost.Real people arent that different.We might be less attractive but not that different.”He answered, reaching for your hand. 

“Its okay if you havent figured things out yet, just let me know when you do.”He flashed you a grin that you could tell wasnt genuine. “But you know I love you no matter what, right?Like....even if I dont love you like that I still love you.”You told him, squeezing his hand lightly.

He nodded. “I know, bitch.”He laughed. “The only bitch here is you, bottom.”You replied, hoping he wouldnt push you into the water. “Last time I checked I wasnt a female dog.”He smiled, chuckling when you rolled your eyes. “What are you?12?”You asked.He nodded. “On the inside.”He replied.

Two chapters left-FUCK IM NOT READY

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[castiels-majestic-wings]

HISTORY

Paring - Loki x Reader

Word count - 2,124

Warnings - None

This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh, but I would greatly appreciate some of your opinions on how i can improve my writing. Thank you.

It had been three days since you came to Asgard. Thor had offered to take you after hearing that your thesis was on Asgusrdian History. He had explained that the library was full of ancient knowledge. Of course it was mostly in Old Norse, but he showed you the section you would be able to read and understand.

Being an unofficial member of the Avengers came in handy when it came to your University papers. Of course you helped them when the time came but you weren't a true Avenger, you were neither trained in combat nor held any special gifts. But you were a tactician. And a good one at that. You already knew Tony and when he had asked for your help on a mission, you had to accept. Of course school came first but you could never refuse Tony of the help he needed. Especially when his life was on the line. And you helped save his life. On many occasions. He had asked you so move into Stark tower after that. Of course then the Avengers came and you became friends with them all.

Steve was easy to get along with, he didnt understand most of the references you made but he's always there for you. It was easy to tell Natasha anything and everything, her being the only other girl on the team made it easy for you to open up ro her. Bruce was smart, you didn't understand most of the things he said but being around Tony so much made you understand a little more than the others. Clint was a father figure to you. You knew about his family already, so you always went to him for advice Steve couldnt give you. But you never really understood Thor, after all he came from a different realm. And after witnessing first-hand what his brother did in new york you had found it difficult to trust him, thinking if Loki was capable of doing that then the other god could obviously do so much more.

But these past three days have been very helpful, you have been stuck in the Library reading non stop. The history of Asgard was a lot more than you expected. Thousands of years worth of wars, protests, evolution. It wasn't much different from the history on earth. The development was the same. The first war was about taking land and Asgard had claimed it. The second was about beliefs and claiming the opposing opinion was always wrong. The third was about a king who couldnt rule. So the Asgardians fought against him until his son took over the throne and ruled over Asgard better than his father ever did. It intrigued you greatly to find that you weren't that much different.

But it was today that you found out Loki was in Asgard. It scared you of course. After seeing the genocide in New York you never wanted to face him again. But Thor had pleaded about Loki's change of heart, explaining that he wouldnt hurt you or anyone again. He gave his word. So you trusted him. But when Loki entered the Library, you couldnt deny the fear that had crawled its way up your back. He sat down across the room facing you but his eyes were focused on the book in his hands.

Looking at him, seeing him again. It brought back the memories of new york, the way his eyes darkened whdn he found you in Stark tower. Powerless and scared. You heard Tony speaking to you in the earpiece, asking for your next move. But you couldnt speak, Loki had his eyes on you. You knew you had to tell Tony somehow. So when he came close enough you muttered to yourself.

"L-loki." He heard the fear in you voice, saw it in your eyes. And he grinned. He enjoyed placimg fear into peoples hearts. And you despised him. You heard Tony yelling at Thor to try and get eyes on you from outside. You hears the panic in his voice. But Loki didnt do anything to you. He went back to the portal device to talk the professor he had under his control. You told Tony quietly where in the tower you were and that is what gave them the upperhand.

But looking at Loki right now. It shocked you, he looked so peaceful. Like New York never happened. You didnt understand. But Loki felt your gaze om him and looked up, his eyes meeting your own. Your eyes widened and you shot your head down to resume your reading, trying to hide away.

His gaze lingered trying to recall why he recognized you, and when he remembered he felt remorse. You were the only human he didnt try to hurt in New York. He didnt know why he couldn't, maybe it was the look on your face. Or the knowledge that you couldnt move in fear he would do something. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him. He could tell you were struggling to be in the same room as him so he took his book and left to his chambers so he wouldnt bother you. That action put many questions in your head. Why did he leave? Did he recognize me? Was he trying to be kind? You couldnt comprehend his actions, but were thankful none the less.

It had been a week and you had read most of the books you used to help with your thesis but the last one you needed you couldn't understand. It was in English but it was very confusing to you. You knew Thor couldnt help because he had other things to do. And the only people you really spoke to during your time here were the servants who Thor had sent to give you meals and remind you to sleep.

That gave you one more option that you dreaded to even think about. Loki. He obviously loves reading, he came in daily to change his book and left immediately after, and he was Asgardian so he knew the history. But you just didnt want to face him. Your history wasnt a good one. But you knew you needed help. And he was academically smarter than Thor. You knew which room was his, you asked just so you could avoid it. He had avoided you to make you feel safer - or that's what you presumed at least. It was the last bit of information you needed for your paper so you had to do it. The sooner you did, the sooner you could go back home.

So you bravely got up and headed to the side of the palace you avoided at all costs. The layout was almost mirrored so it was easy to get around. Then you found his door. You hesitated for a moment. Contemplating if you should even do this. You hand was balled into a fist ready to knock, before the door opened by itself. You looked up to see Loki's radient blue eyes looking down at you in confusion with a raised brow. You dropped your hand to your side. There was a silence between you before you spoke.

"I need your help." An amused grin appeared on his face his eyes never leaving your own.

"Oh? And what could i possibly help you with that my dear brother cannot" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, obviously amused at your request for assistance.

"I need help learning Asgardian history and no one i know is academically smarter than you. You-you come to the library daily to change your books, so- its obvious you like to read" You were surprised you could form a sentence, let alone two. He broke you away from your thoughts with a chuckle.

"Yes i enjoy reading, it would be a pleasure to help you darling" Darling? The way he said it made your heart skip a beat. Was it the intimating tone? Or the fact he gave you a nickname. You couldnt tell. But for the first time ever you gave him a genuine smile.

"Thank you very much. I left my stuff in the Library, i didnt think you would accept my request." This time it was a lot easier to talk. His eyes weren't as dark as they were that day in New York. They were calmer, at peace. They were bright and full of hidden stories you wanted to read.

"Why would i refuse the request of such a beautiful midgardian" Your breath got stuck in your throat. He complimented the very woman he had frightened years prior. That fear that had been knawing at you for years suddenly disappeared. He felt lile a different person entirely. Thor was right, he has changed. Tony wouldn't believe it though. He would never trust Loki, you knew him well enough to know that. But your opinion of him has completely changed.

"Lets go then, i only have two more days to complete my paper." He nodded and closed his door leading the way even if you already knew where you were going, you didnt mind. You stayed by his side holding a small conversation until you made it to the Library. You sat down and explained what you didnt understand, he simplified the context so I would be able to gather the information I needed. You were just about finished when Thor came to check up on you. He was shocked to see you not just near Loki but speaking to him. He knew of your dislike for him so he didnt know what to do. You were facing the pages of the book so you didn't see him enter. He made his presence known by closing the door he had previously left open. You looked up and smiled as you saw him. You hand automatically gave him a snall wave before returning to your notebook.

"What are you doing here brother?" Thor obviously wanted answers so you didnt give Loki a chance to.

"He's helping me learn about Asgardian history! He simplified it so I was able to understand much better. Plus hes very knowledgeable."

"So you're okay? Being with him after last time i thought-"

"Yeah I mean I hesitated to even ask for help but I'm glad I did. Plus he has some very funny stories fron your childhood too. The stabby snake one is my favourite." You saw Thor's frown deepen knowing that Loki shared embarrassing stories of himself. But he was happy nonetheless. You were able to talk to his brother without the fear if getting hurt.

"How long do until your research is complete? Tony has asked me to escort you home once your done with your studies." You shrugged in response.

"Not long, about two hours or so." A smile made its way to your lips knowing youll be able to go home. But you heart ached at the thought of leaving Loki after befriending him so suddenly.

"But will Loki be able to come with us? He taught me so much about Asgard I want to show him earths history. I can take him to the museum I took you to when you were first curious." Thor was pondering your request to take his brother to the avengers tower alongside you. How would Tony react knowing you feared his brother? Would the rest of the avengers be okay with it.

"Theres a spare room across from mine he could stay in durin his visit. C'mon Thor. Please, its not very often that i get over my fears." You're eyes pleaded to him. Begging for him to say yes. You needed to talk to Loki about the modern literature on earth. You had plenty of books in your own room you could let him borrow. And it seemed like Thor knew he couldnt win this fight.

"Alright, Loki can you escort her home once you're done?" Thor had put every ounce of trust he had into his brother. He knew you weren't capable of combat but he also knew how similar the two of you were.

"Of course brother. I shall take good care if her, you need not worry." And then Thor took his leave. It was a good idea to bring Loki with you. Once you got home Tony was less than pleased at the sight of Loki, he begged you to hate him again and make him leave. But you wouldn't. You had to many things to show him. You had so much in common plus, in the short amount of time that you trusted him, he may have found his way into your heart.

[ihyperfixatedtoohard]

Not my fave song but a song that I’ve always thot is great for romance Under control by Parachute for geraskier ofc

I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve just had terrible writer’s block lately, which is why this one is a bit rushed and doesn’t flow well. Hopefully I’ll come back to it at some point. To make it up to you, I included a drawing of one of the random scenes from this! I hope you like it! (Also, by drawing, I mean incredibly quick sketch that I will likely never finish of Jaskier gazing at Geralt longingly just before the kiss)

~1,300 words

Warnings- Uhh… Geralt yells at Jaskier, they kiss in front of a bunch of people, mutual pining, Slightly Horny, but really just barely, happy ending

Geralt could feel eyes on him. Never a good sign. Usually it means a fight, or at the very least a one-sided screaming match where Geralt will just have to sit there and accept the verbal abuse. This had been happening since Jaskier started playing for the night, but no matter how many times Geralt checked his surroundings, he couldn’t figure out who was staring at him.

An hour passed, and then ten minutes, before he finally turned around fully to see if they were stupid enough to be boring holes in him from directly behind him and-… and… it was Jaskier. Had been Jaskier the whole time. He looked alive, prancing about on stage like that- eyes ablaze with energy, joy, hopefulness. All things Geralt hardly ever saw- especially not with eyes turned upon his figure. When Geralt met Jaskier’s eyes, the gaze quickly shifted, and Geralt couldn’t help but feel like Jaskier thought he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Geralt knew the way Jaskier loved- quickly and fiercely, with his whole being- and Geralt also knew that such affections could never turn his way- be directed at him- even when Jaskier did things like this. Even when the ridiculous bard pulled shit like this- looking as though he longed for something and then decided he couldn’t have it. Fortunately, Geralt was a smart enough man to know that his thoughts were misplaced- that everything he thought he saw as romance was nothing more than his own longing, and his mind playing tricks to ease the pain of loving someone like Jaskier.

Another hour passed by before Jaskier’s show ended, and the whole time Geralt had been thinking of nothing but the expressions that had danced across the bard’s face. Jaskier approached Geralt’s table and sat across from him as he dabbed at the sweat on his brow. Geralt couldn’t help the feeling that stirred in his stomach- the feeling that he always got after Jaskier finished a performance- which was immediately followed by countless unsavory thoughts.

“… Geralt? You’re staring through me again.” He chuckled softly. “Are you alright?”

“Mh- oh, yes.”

“Good. Did you enjoy the performance?” Jaskier leaned lazily against the table as an ale was brought to the table- complementary, due to the performance.

“… It was less annoying that usual.” Geralt grunted. He refused to admit he liked Jaskier’s performances. It would give him away completely. Jaskier huffed and rolled his eyes before picking up the mug of ale and drinking deeply. He wiped the remaining foam from his lip with the back of his hand.

“Bollocks. You like my music. Don’t lie.” Geralt let out a soft chuckle in place of a response, which Jaskier chose to scoff at before returning to his drink. Geralt stared at him for a moment- wondering how to talk to Jaskier about what had happened during Jaskier’s show.

“Anyway, I think it’s about time for us to reti-“

“You were staring at me.” Geralt grumbled before Jaskier could finish his sentence, causing the poor bard to choke on air.

“I-I beg your pardon?”

“… I noticed you staring at me for most of your performance… You stopped when I looked at you.” Geralt was confused about Jaskier’s sudden (yet dulled) nervousness. The poet was suddenly looking anywhere but at him, and Geralt couldn’t help but feel like he may have done something wrong.

“Well, I had planned to do this later, but…” Jaskier leaned closer to Geralt, which let the witcher catch a better whiff of the bard without his scent being drowned out by all of the others the bar had to offer.

“… You’re already drunk.” Geralt stated with slight surprise. He began to wonder if Jaskier would be more nervous right now if he weren’t intoxicated. Jaskier snorted.

“I was drinking before the performance, remember?” He chuckled as he leaned closer. “C’mere. Closer.” He slurred. Seems the adrenaline high of his performance was leaving now. Jaskier was far less focused on annunciating properly.

“… I’d rather not. Your breath is terrible.” That wasn’t exactly a lie, but there was also the fact that their faces were already so close that if Geralt leaned in any more, their lips would-… well… yeah. Jaskier giggled and moved closer, and Geralt leaned back to leave the bard more space. Jaskier huffed and rolled his eyes for the second time that night.

“You utter cock. Gotta do everything myself.”

“What the hell do you-“ He didn’t have time to finish speaking before Jaskier had launched himself around Geralt and wrapped his arms around his neck and… and kissed him! Geralt was too started to move, and he could feel dozens of eyes on them. Jaskier finally pulled back after what felt like centuries with a dazed and loving look in his eyes.

“Mhh… ‘ve wanted to do that for years.” He laughed softly. If witchers could blush, Geralt’s face would have been bright red as he grabbed his bard and carried him up to the room they had rented. Geralt just wanted to get away from the crowd as quickly as possible so he could sort through his thoughts and talk with Jaskier in private. He tossed Jaskier on the bed, and the bard clearly had a different idea of what that meant from the look he gave Geralt.

“Well, glad to see you’re just as eager as I am-“

“What the hell was that, Jask!?” Geralt shouted. He likely sounded far angrier than he actually was, but he honestly wasn’t sure what he was feeling at all. He had never experienced this much emotion at once, so it all just sort of came out as anger, since that was the emotion he was most comfortable with. Jaskier sat up straighter after Geralt yelled at him, and seemed to be more alert (or at least less lusty).

“Oh… oh, fuck, you didn’t- shit, I thought if I- fuck, I’m so stupid!” Jaskier groaned and put his head in his hands. Geralt looked over, about to agree and tear Jaskier a new one for whatever the hell sort of stunt he was trying to pull, but… well, when he turned to fully face Jaskier he realised the poor man was crying. Geralt stared for a moment- completely perplexed by this new development. Cautiously, he stepped closer, until he was sitting by the bard’s side on the bed.

“Jask, I… I’m not… I’m not mad, I just… what the hell got into you? You made a whole scene, and-“

“I know,” Jaskier interrupted, his voice shaking, “I know, I just… I-I just… I’ve… I love you. I have for so long, and… and I wanted… I wanted to tell you, b-but I knew I wouldnt’ be able to do it unless I was-“ Suddenly, all of the pieces clicked together in Geralt’s mind, revealing the full picture of his bard’s emotions.

“Drunk… you… you got drunk… so you could confess to me…” He stated somewhat dumbly. Jaskier simply nodded.

“I-I guess… I misjudged my ability to keep myself together… I had meant to just tell you, but… gods, did I actually kiss you in front of-“

“Yeah… you did… it was, um… well, it was certainly something.” Geralt coughed. In hindsight, it was rather attractive. Jaskier seemed to be picking up on Geralt’s thoughts, which gave him the courage to ask Geralt an important question.

“… Well… now you know that I love you… do… how would… I-I just mean, is there any way you would-“ Jaskier’s ramblings came to a haunt as soft, unsure lips gently brushed his own. Geralt was about to pull back- not wanting to linger, just in case Jaskier changed his mind, but Jaskier wasn’t having it. He wrapped his arms around Geralt’s neck and pulled the witcher down on top of him- capturing him in a hungry, desperate kiss- like that kiss was the only thing he had ever truly wanted in life. It may very well have been. When they pulled away, both breathless and in need of air, Jaskier spoke again.

“So… does this mean you love me?” He asked somewhat sheepishly. Geralt let out a gentle chuckle and, fuck, if Jaskier couldn’t listen to that laugh forever.

“Yes, Jaskier. I love you.”

Aaaand, now the sketch I promised>>>>

[mrshenrycavill23]

A Dream to Remember ✨ - PART 2

-Sequel to my last short story, Destiny, featuring Henry & [Y/N] character a fangirl who has met him during a trip to Antalya, Turkey. This story begins where the Destiny finished.

#2 Tangled ✨💘

The ride was rather a short one. But I was all lost in my thoughts while secretly staring at Henry’s curls and temples. While looking at him, I began to relive the moments my soul got to experience while tangled with his the night before. The way he made me feel so small yet so loved, so lost yet so found, he took what was meant for him all this time. I suddenly felt a bit sore down and got a bit uncomfortable sitting in the backseat while he was sitting beside me. I tried not to show my discomfort but he suddenly looked at me, as if he could sense it, sense the soreness, sense the pain, he looked at me, then gazed down at the end of my dress, his gaze alone made me feel as if he could see me naked while I was fully clothed. He put his hand on my thigh and was slowly moving towards me when his phone ringed and it was the Uber app notifying that we had reached the restaurant he wanted me to have breakfast with him at.

The driver stopped the car and Henry got out first and quickly moved on the other side to open my door. My God, what a true gentleman. I was no one and yet he made me feel like the most important woman in the world.

The restaurant was very fancy, it was surely a sunny beautiful day and sun-rays spread through the glass doors and windows of the restaurant and glistened the entire room. Henry, wearing a white shirt with denim, looked like a greek god had come to life. There weren’t many people and we quickly sat down and gave our orders.

“So, I’ve been thinking to ask you this. Are you comfortable with me, [y/n]? I mean you don’t feel scared that paparazzi might just bust from anywhere right now and you will be dragged into something you don’t deserve to be in?” Henry asked with those worried puppy like eyes.

I thought for a second. What did I have to lose?

I had nothing to lose as compared to what I was living through in the moment.

“You’re a great company, Henry. I enjoyed talking to you heart to heart last night at the beach. I felt so good after a long time. It’s not about you being the celebrity I adore, but I truly value the person you have turned out to be. I’m willing to risk it all to know you more.”

Words came out of my mouth so easily yet each word made me more nervous than the one before. What was I doing with myself? It’s Henry Cavill. Women way better than me could die for him and here I am expressing how I feel in the most minimal way possible.

“Oh yes, I felt so good. Beach, you mentioned eh? It was dark last night, do you want to go right now? It’s been a while since I enjoyed the waves with someone.” Henry smirked as he sipped the juice he ordered.

Happiness rush through my entire body. What is this? A date? Going to the beach with him? Oh my God. Yes. I deserve this. After all those years of dreaming of being with him. Yes. YES!

“Um, yes sure but what about the media people you wanted to avoid? I’ve been here before and I know a secluded beach, away from the crowds, it’s a bit far though. We’d have to hire a taxi for the day” I said with an overflowing excitement in my face and voice.

“Nah, we wouldnt hire a taxi. We’ll rent a car for the day. I’ll drive and you can tell me the route, what do you say?” He said, smiling.

Oh to see him driving. Was I in heaven or is this reality. We finished eating and walked our way to the nearest tourist-help centre where they arranged a car for us and Henry being the gentleman he is, first made sure I was comfortable in it then he made his way to the driving seat.

He was so big, his arms, his biceps, the same arms that held me down while he fucked me hard last night. I suddenly got flashes of the sex we had and started sweating a bit, just seeing him driving seduced me, I wanted him to do it again, to fuck me again, to ease my soreness or make it hurt more, but I could not make the first move. I did not know if he wanted me again? or was it just a friends with benefits / one time thing? To release myself from my thoughts, I connected the aux cable with the player of the car and played Fetish by Selena.

“This song goes so well with these views, damn Antalya is so beautiful, roads are like butter. The car is pretty fine too. I hope you’re enjoying it? Woah, look at that lake!!”

I was so occupied by Henry’s presence that I almost forgot how beautiful the views were. Beautiful sky, green valleys with sounds of waterfalls and a glimpse of the crystal clear blue water of the beach we were near to.

“It’s so beautiful right? Oh turn right, we’re almost there” I exclaimed.

There was it. The beauty, the seamless waves crashed on the silent beach where there was no one but the two of us. I kind of felt scared, maybe the beach was way too secluded.

“Wow ma’am you really didn’t watch anyone to catch you with me? Eh?” He remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just wanted you to enjoy without the fear of being photographed all the time” I said, while blushing.

He quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, threw it on the spot we were sitting and started striding towards the beach when he looked at me and said with questioning eyes while I was amazed by his hairy chest and broad shoulders,

“What?? Get up come on let’s go for a swim!!!?

What are you waiting for??” He shouted with excitement.

Little did he know that I didn’t know how to swim. I have this fear of deep water. I can only get my feet wet and that’s about it. Since childhood I have never been able to go for a swim whether it’s a pool or sea. I can’t breathe if water level reaches above my knees.

“Henry... I.. I can’t swim, I don’t know how to swim, I’m scared of deep waters” I said in a very low, embarrassed voice.

“Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t know that. But you can come with me? Enjoy the waves as they touch the shore? Can get your feet wet right??” He said with a worried voice.

He slowly came towards me, held my hand gently as I stood up and then hand in hand we walked towards the waves, he then indulged in the shallow waves while I looked down at the wet sand sucking my feet. It was peaceful.

He looked like a beauty, like a small orca, he was so big yet swam so beautifully. He was all wet and I could feel myself getting wet. I had no control over it. For the first time in my life I had seen a man who controlled my body even when he didn’t touch it.

I was staring at him and feeling the waves at my feet when suddenly a large tide hit my knee and I lost my flow. All I remember after it is being swayed away by the waves while struggling to breathe while Henry shouting my name and running towards me.

“WAKE UP [Y/N]!!!!! WAKE UP PLEASE, OPEN YOUR EYES” I heard Henry shouted while he struggled to slowly pump by chest to make me cough out the water inside my lungs. I was unconscious and I don’t know for how long.

The first thing I saw when I gained back consciousness was Henry’s glistening lips trying to resuscitate me and his worried eyes, while my head lay in his arm. I could die here, I wanted to. What a beautiful death it would be.

“Henry ...? I’m sorry.. I didn’t know what happened a wave came..” I said in a low voice gaining back my consciousness.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I am so sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I should never have forced you to come near those tides with me, it’s all my fault, i could’ve lost you.. “ He kept mumbling as I shut him up with a deep kiss.

I wanted to make the first move since so long but just couldn’t, and now? He made me fall in love with him all over again. I slowly moved his lips with mine as his words became inaudible. With one hand I touched his chiseled jaw and my other hand was holding him with my fingers in his curls. I kissed him as if he was water and I was stranded in a desert for days. He knew what was happening. He put his hand on my waist and the other hand slowly moved from my neck to breasts. I had lost all control.

He kissed me back hard. His tongue invaded my mouth as if raging war with mine. He pushed me back on the wet sand, as I held his hair and he held my thighs.

“I’ve wanted this for every second since last night” He whispered in my ears as his hand made its way to my pussy. I leaned back

as his fingers slowly circled around my clit from outside of my panty, his palm touched the wet patch. I moaned as he slid his fingers inside and touched my sore clit and layers.

“Fuck me, Henry” I moaned as he put his two fingers inside my newly popped pussy. It was still tight as he pushed his fingers inside, while his lips slid from my neck to my breasts. He first bit my boobs from outside the dress as it was wet and showed my nipples, then from the other hands undressed me partly and sucked my nipples.

My mind couldn’t comprehend which area gave me more pleasure. His fingers vigorously moving in my pussy or his lips slowly sucking my nipples. He quickly hit my g-spot as I pushed my clit on his palm to cum on his hand.

“Yes baby, come to me, fuck you” Henry whispered as he moved his mouth to my neck and gave me a love bite. I moaned louder as he pushed me on the sand, and quickly unzipped his jeans, and there it was. His big, towering, raw dick. I gasped as I knew it would hurt but it was all going to be worth the pain.

He separated my legs with the weight of his thighs and teased my clit with his tip.

“You took my breath away when I thought I almost lost you, don’t do that again, don’t scare me like that again or I am never going to forgive you!” He roared and looked in my eyes with an intimidating stare as he thrust it inside me. I moaned and held his waist as he dug his teeth in my neck slightly moaning. He kept ramming it inside me and pumped at the right spots. It was as if he knew which buttons to press to make me lose my senses.

The sand covered us both, it was sand, sweat, and smoke of lust. I crossed my legs around his waist as he thrusted deeper inside me. It hurt but I liked him hurting me, the pleasure was more than the pain. I want it as badly as he wanted it to give it to me. He felt so big while I was only half his size. I was about to come, I was on the edge of my self control.

“Don’t you dare cum, you can only cum with me” He roared as he pushed me aside and quickly held me by my waist as he leaned his back on the sand, now me on top of him.

Fuck. I wanted to ride him. Back in the car, back at the restaurant, last night. I wanted to ride it. I sat up and slowly took it in while being half undressed. My boobs were out, wet, and sun’s rays falling on my brown skin and my untied long black hair on the side of my shoulder. He looked at me as if I was a feast. He slowly held my arm with one hand and tightly grabbed my both boobs in one hand as I rid him. I pushed myself on his dick as he fucked me while going in harmony with my movements. It was like a song, a wave, a fire. I bent down and kissed him while riding him, as I felt his dick’s veins getting more prominent inside me. I could feel him pumping inside me as he tightly gripped my hair, and kissed me deeply “Come with me, NOW” he growled.

I let it lose, as he filled me up with his cum and mixed up with my orgasm. I felt as if I was being drugged into unconsciousness. He kissed me and I kissed him back letting my body lose itself on his. We were tangled like a rope, like a knot. And I loved it. I loved every bit of it.

He rubbed my back as I hid my face on his neck. He looked at me, with longing eyes, “I love you” He said with a voice that sent trembles down my spine.