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Like I Do

(i just wanna love you)

genre:; fluff, best friends to lovers. word count: 1864

jeongin x reader. college jeongin!. architect student Jeongin! (writing for him cause university jeongin is what i always dream of *sobs*0

wherein: you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.

College is something—

Something you don’t want to do but have to do.

Something hard to do, but you need to do it anyway because your future is in there.

You sigh for the third time as you look at the problem you need to solve for your hydraulics subject. You feel overwhelmed, so you decide to close your book and stand up. "This won’t do. I need caffeine."

You walk to the cafeteria, buy what you need, and sit at the nearest table when someone places a piece of bread in front of you.

"Hello. Miss me?" You sigh, then look at the man who sits across from you.

"I’d rather swim than see you," you joke because you hate swimming.

"Aww, I missed you too." He smiles, then takes your coffee and sips, leaving the cup half empty.

Jeongin has been your best friend since high school. Now in college, where you take different courses, you rarely see each other. He’s studying architecture, and you’re in civil engineering. Neither of you is in your dream course, but you took it anyway.

"How’s life?" he asks after you both rant about that one instructor you share—the one who doesn’t teach well but gives hard quizzes anyway.

"Better until I saw you."

He squints his eyes and rolls them. "I think you’ll see me more often. My girlfriend is in your department."

You stop sipping your drink at his words but then pretend it doesn’t affect you.

You’ve had a long-time crush on this best friend of yours. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s handsome and cute at the same time. He knows you better than anyone else in this world and is always there for you in hard times. Tell me, who wouldn’t?

But you tried to suppress it when you realized he’s a gentleman to everyone, not just you. He’s like that to anybody, and you’re not that special. Well, you are his best friend, but that doesn’t differ from how he treats his other female friends. He’s just that kind of potato to everybody.

"Who? Why didn’t you tell me?" You put on an upset face.

"Well, you’re busy. Every time I go there, I see you spacing out, so I can’t tell you."

"Well, that explains it." You try to act calm, but honestly, you’re just as hurt as if you were pricked by a tiny splinter that goes deeper into your skin until it swells. It hurts like hell, but you’re afraid to tell anyone—they might say you’re overreacting. It’s just a small wound.

"Are you angry?" Jeongin suddenly feels uneasy. He knows you well.

"Nothing. I’m just tired, but you drank my coffee, you prick."

He laughs in relief. "Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another." Then he stands up. You’re about to say it’s okay, but you feel too weak to do so and let him do what he wants.

He comes back with the same coffee and two cupcakes—your favorites: strawberry and chocolate.

"Here, our future engineer. Keep fighting!" He places them in front of you, cheering you up. You can’t help but smile. You seek comfort from him. You stay there until who knows when, talking and catching up until you run out of things to say.

You return to your study area, feeling like the burden you were carrying is now gone. You pick up your pen and answer your problems quietly.

-

You step out of your classroom, feeling happy. Your long quiz is finally finished. You’re not sure about your answers, but at least it’s done, and now you can rest!

"Ohoy there!"

You look toward the end of the hallway you’re walking down and see Jeongin with a tube slung over his back (probably his plates).

You smiled. "What are you doing here? Aren't you busy?"

"I was busy, but I need to look for my inspiration. Have you seen her?" Jeongin's eyes twinkled as he teased, but you knew he meant his girlfriend. The words made your heart sink, but you played along.

"She's inside taking the exam. You should be quiet and let her take it in peace," you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Jeongin chuckled, leaning against the wall next to you. "How's the quiz? Did you ace it?"

"Finished, at least. Whether I aced it is a different story," you said with a small laugh. "But I'm just glad it's over."

"That's the spirit!" Jeongin gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow. "How about we celebrate? Let's go to that ramen shop we used to visit in high school. My treat."

The suggestion brought a rush of memories—late-night study sessions, bowls of steaming ramen, and laughter that echoed through the small, cozy shop. It was your place, your little refuge from the world. But now, the idea of going there with him, with her, made you hesitate.

You forced a smile and nodded. "Sure, sounds good."

Later that evening, the three of you sat around a familiar table at the ramen shop. The comforting aroma of broth filled the air, but the atmosphere was different, heavier.

Jeongin's girlfriend sat close to him, her arm looped through his as she leaned in, talking softly. You tried to focus on your ramen, stirring the noodles absentmindedly. Jeongin noticed and, without a word, pushed a small bowl toward you.

"I asked them to leave out the vegetables and tone down the spice," he said, his voice warm with familiarity. "Just how you like it."

"Thanks," you murmured, trying to ignore the way his girlfriend's eyes narrowed at the gesture.

Throughout the meal, she grew increasingly clingy, touching his arm, laughing louder at his jokes, as if marking her territory. You felt smaller with each passing second, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you.

"I need to go to the restroom," you suddenly announced, standing up before either of them could react. You needed air, needed space away from the suffocating tension.

In the restroom, you stared at your reflection, trying to compose yourself. But the tears came anyway, hot and uncontrollable. It was too much—pretending you were okay, pretending you could just be his friend when every moment with him reminded you of what you couldn't have.

You cried until you couldn't anymore, until the mirror showed a person you barely recognized, someone worn out from hiding too much. Wiping your eyes, you took a deep breath and made a decision. You needed to set boundaries, for your own sake. Jeongin had a girlfriend, and you had to let go of the feelings that were tearing you apart.

The next few days were hard. You avoided Jeongin, making excuses whenever he tried to hang out. You buried yourself in your studies, in anything that could distract you from the ache in your chest. But Jeongin noticed. Of course, he did.

One day, he cornered you outside your classroom, his expression serious. "You've been avoiding me."

You sighed, unable to meet his eyes. "I’ve just been busy, Jeongin. You know how it is."

"Bullshit," he said, his voice unusually sharp. "You’re not just busy. Something’s wrong, and you’re not telling me."

"Why does it matter?" you snapped, finally looking at him. "You have a girlfriend now. Go focus on her."

Jeongin blinked, taken aback by your sudden outburst. "Is that what this is about? You think I don’t care about you just because I’m dating someone?"

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill again. "No, it’s not that. It’s just… I need space, okay? I need to figure things out."

"Figure what out?" His voice softened, and he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to you.

You stepped back, shaking your head again. "I can’t do this, Jeongin. I can’t keep pretending that I’m fine when I’m not."

The silence between you was deafening. He looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion, and maybe something else. You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, alone and confused.

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between you and Jeongin grew. You tried to move on, focusing on your studies and pushing your feelings aside. But every time you saw him, your heart ached, a constant reminder of what you’d lost—not just the chance to be with him, but the friendship you had cherished.

Jeongin, on the other hand, became more and more withdrawn. His girlfriend noticed, of course, and their relationship began to strain under the weight of his unresolved feelings. He missed you, more than he thought possible, and the longer he went without seeing you, the more he realized something that terrified him.

He liked you. He always had, but he had been too blind to see it, too caught up in the idea of finding the perfect girl that he overlooked the one who had been there all along. The one who knew him better than anyone, who made him laugh, who made him feel at home.

And now, he was losing you.

It was a rainy afternoon when Jeongin finally found you in the library, your nose buried in a textbook. You didn’t notice him at first, too engrossed in your reading. But when he sat down across from you, you looked up, surprised.

"Jeongin, what are you—"

"I broke up with her," he blurted out, cutting you off. His eyes were intense, filled with a determination that you hadn’t seen before.

You blinked, taken aback. "What? Why?"

"Because she’s not you," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Because I’ve been looking for something, someone, who was right in front of me the whole time. And I was too stupid to see it."

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of hope and fear swirling inside you. "Jeongin, you don’t know what you’re saying…"

"I do," he insisted, leaning forward. "I know exactly what I’m saying. I like you. I like you so much that it hurts, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you because I was too scared to admit it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief, of joy. You had been holding onto this hope for so long, and now, it was finally happening.

"I like you too," you whispered, your voice trembling.

Jeongin smiled, that familiar, boyish smile that you had fallen for all those years ago. "So, what do you say? Should we give this a shot?"

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. He reached out, taking your hand in his, and just like that, the distance that had grown between you disappeared. It wasn’t going to be easy, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

[emmawithtwoms]

Board Games

@moonwater-microfic day 17 -543 words

c.w. sexual reference at the end

The air was electric in the room. People were scared, the two boys were staring into each other's eyes so intensely that Sirius swore he could see lighting pass from hazel to grey. Remus was hunched over the coffee table, elbows on his knees, hands intertwined over his mouth to conceal it, brows furrowed. Regulus was reciprocating the look, but his back was straight, poker face unmovable, while he moved his piece on the board. Remus glanced down, just for a second, but his expression did not slip, his competitiveness had a hold on him, he could not let Regulus read him, he could not lose. 

“What, Lupin, are you taken aback by my move?” 

Regulus was cold as ice, Remus could not read his expression, could not break into his mind. It was driving him crazy. He could not give him the satisfaction, he had to keep fighting. 

“I’m just surprised by how obvious it is. You’re becoming predictable, Black,”

Remus made his move, this game was gonna end soon, everybody knew it. 

It was Board Games night, and, as usual, it was ending with a chess tournament, and the Black-Lupin match was always the most anticipate.Those two were phenomenal at chess, their competitiveness, not a bit mulled by their relationship (rather increased, actually), always made the game extremely interesting to watch, and the new entries, who were not used to this kind of interest over a game of chess, were always taken aback by the dynamic of the match. 

It was the case for Dorcas: even though she was a very close friend of Regulus’, she never came to board game night. Not until she got together with Marlene, at least, and she was now totally enraptured (read, weirded out) by this particular event. 

“You might wanna think about this move, Lupin” 

Regulus was saying from the table

“Don’t wanna get too reckless.”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like reckless, Black” 

Remus was responding to every provocation given by his boyfriend, without ever letting the fire in him die down. 

“Ok, what exactly am I watching?”

Asked Dorcas, confused by the scene in front of her. 

“Shhh, this is their foreplaying, let them do their thing” 

Sirius answered, never letting the game out of his sight

“Huh, you seem pretty okay with your brother's sexual life, then, didn’t expect that.”

Sirius dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“I’m not interested in his sexual life, I just wanna know if I'll be able to sleep in my bed tonight” 

“What does that have to do with…” 

But as Dorcas was finishing his sentenced, Remus smirked and exclaimed 

“Checkmate, Black” 

“Fuck off, Lupin” 

Regulus grumbled 

“Oh Fuck off! Come on Prongs, Wormy, get ready to sleep in the common room tonight” 

Dorcas was more confused than before

“What? Why would they sleep down here?” 

Marlene laughed at Sirius’ despair

“You see, those games are not only a fun way to end the night and rile each other up, for those two, it also settles in wich bed they’re gonna shag for the night” 

Dorcas hummed in understanding, as she saw Remus taking a grumbling Regulus by hand and dragging him up the stairs, while waving goodnight at their friends.

a.n: the moonwater brainrot is getting stronger everyday, soldiers

[loviingpedri]

where was i? - trent a.a

prompt: where trent redeems himself as a father.

warnings: cursing, some angst (fluff at end), grammar issues

Part 2 -> Part 1 here

my secret

you couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. she broke into tears finding out your pregnancy. she cried harder knowing she was gonna help you with your little angel.

evelyn, your best friend, the one who could do it all even held your hand while in labor. its been a year since the birth of your baby, Aria Alexander-Arnold. you adored her. practically, everyone adored her.

it was still a question who her father was. but that was your secret. you lied to everyone about aria’s last name. everyone was fooled about her name, but only you knew she was a proud alexander-arnold. people speculated trent being the father with your public relationship, he made it easier by revealing your breakup by going out with a couple friends the next night, then getting caught making out with another girl.

you never cared on what trent did. it only mattered that he just stayed out of your life. you were living your best life.

“y/n, when are you ever going to tell trent?” evelyn spoke softly as aria was still sleeping.

“i don’t know. life has been so much better with just aria and i. i’m just afraid.” you sighed in distress.

“afraid of what? i know he broke your heart, but i still would think he would want to be apart of his child’s life.”

fidgeting with your fingers, “i just don’t want to get hurt again. what if he doesn’t wanna be apart of her life. or if he takes her away from me.”

“trent is probably the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated even if the breakup was messy. i say he’s the only one evelyn-approved.”

“i’ll think about it,” finishing your sentence, a cry was heard. you both nodded at each other before getting up to comfort her. opening aria’s room door, she was already standing in her crib. her tears stopped falling and the brightest smile appeared on her face. she is the most precious thing you’ll ever need in life. “hi angel. how was your sleep?” covering her face with kisses.

evelyn walked into the room. “y/n, it’s pretty cool today. i think you should take her out. i have a meeting at work, so please enjoy the weather for me.”

“good luck, you’re gonna need it.” evelyn kissed aria on the cheek before leaving. “let’s get you dressed.” it was a mystery where you were going. yet, you needed time out of the house.

soon, both you and aria had your fall outfits on ready to fight against the cold. putting her in the stroller and locking the door, you were prepared to just go anywhere. holy shit were you freezing. walking to the cafe a few miles away, hot chocolate was much needed. placing your order and sitting down, you paid no attention to the customers walking in. mid way feeding aria a piece of a chocolate croissant,

“y/n?” you knew that voice. looking up you saw a familiar face.

“hello jude.”

“oh my god, it’s really you. bloody hell.” jude attempted to hug you, but realized the stroller. “babysitting?” he looked so confused but was trying to process where you’ve been for the past 2 years.

“no, this is my daughter. her name is aria.” you put on a smile on your face trying to play it off like it wasn’t his good friend’s child.

“daughter? y/n, you had a baby? who’s the father?” jude was no stranger to you. he had one curious mind, especially in a state of panic. “wait, sorry. that’s none of my business. i’m just happy you’re doing well. it’s been awhile since i’ve seen you.”

you nodded at him. although jude never did anything, you were just afraid of trent finding out. you needed to prepare yourself, because word is gonna get out through the national team within a few hours. “it has been awhile. how have you been? playing for madrid, yeah?”

“my blood runs is madrid now. of course, it still has some part of england in it. i’ve gotta go to practice now. i’ll keep in touch, please don’t block me on instagram.” you laughed off the joke. trent must’ve tried to see what you were doing, only to be blocked on all social media platforms.

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trent’s reveal

“man, i need to clean out this closet.” trent spoke to marcus.

“shit looks mad trent. what even happened.” marcus picked up a shirt off the ground and threw it on the other side of the closet trying to avoid the millions of piles of clothes.

“went crazy, lost of organization. i could name a lot of things.”

“went crazy after losing the love of your life. has she ever unblocked you yet?” trent was doing worse than you after the breakup. he turned into a mess after learning he couldn’t reach you anymore.

“i don’t wanna talk about it. maybe i should clean this corner, i’ve never worn clothes from this section in forever.” taking clothes from the hangers and throwing it in a bag for donation. a box was revealed. “what the hell is that?” trent picked up as marcus appeared in curiosity. trent had 0 recollection of the box being there. opening it, he almost dropped it after seeing the words, “baby alexander-arnold coming on -/—/—“ and the pregnancy test right next to it.

“what the fuck.” rashford’s mouth immediately fell.

“is this a joke? who put this here? marcus are you trying to fuck with me.”

“no man. that’s a sick joke to put on you.

trent’s mind started to fill with idea of fatherhood. he didn’t dislike the idea, but the mystery behind the box was still trying to piece together. he set the box aside. stress filled his mind. “let’s go. we’ve got practice to be at.” rashford seemed more shocked then anything. pulling his hair at the fact trent just left the topic alone like nothing.

-

arriving at practice, just a bit of warmups. kicking the ball back and forth. trent tried to take his mind off who put that box there. marcus taking concerned glances at him, knowing he was out of it.

suddenly, jude ran into the field.

“TRENT YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHO I JUST SAW.” caught off guard, trent had no time to process what jude just said.

“what?” almost falling over since jude’s rough push of excitement and shock.

“Y/N. I SAW Y/N.” everyone’s face dropped at the sound of your name. you were loved by the national team. not to mention, the shit show behind the breakup and the reason why trent had to be at therapy for most of the season. “and you’ll never gonna believe it, but she had a baby.” the word baby rung around in his head. the news just got shocking each time.

“a baby? what?” jude nodded his head.

“she said her name is aria. she looked about one years old. mate, she kind of looked like you if i’m being honest.” the reaction of the last sentence was mixed. he wanted to be the father, but what if he wasn’t. he didn’t want it to be all in his head.

“hold on, you said 1?” harry kane joined into the conversation. seeming like he wanted to make a point. jude nodded at his question, still curious what was about to be said. “trent, when did you break up with y/n?”

“i don’t know. maybe two years ago.” it was impossible to trent that he was the father, but it was still likely.

“you broke up with her around late february. 9 months later, it would be november. mate, it’s december already. i mean, it’s very likely it’s yours.” trent wanted to pass out at that moment.

“i’ve still got access to y/n’s instagram.” saka said. pulling it up, a birthday post to aria was made. “posted on november -“

almost falling to the ground. “that was close to the date i broke up with her, just 9 months after. jude, where did you see her?”

“at ‘place’. what are you doing?” if trent kept up the same speed during the world cup, fifa would’ve upgraded his stats. he grabbed his bag and ran quicker than ever. it’s been 2 hours since jude saw you, but you couldn’t walk that far with just a stroller. trent was praying you’ll be around there.

——

parking his car and running around. he saw a face. someone who he’ll never forget.

“evelyn. where is y/n?” evelyn’s eyes widened. fuck. she wasn’t prepared for trent to know today. she saw your text saying how you saw jude. news must travel fast around here. “please, answer me. you can yell at me again, but please tell me where she is.” it was bold of him to show up in front of evelyn. he got a loud yelling session trying to use her to talk to y/n again. she could see he was desperate in his eyes. she was confused on what to do.

“excuse me while i take this call.” she patted his shoulder before walking a distance away to safely call you. trying to whisper, “y/n help. trent is looking for you. i think jude told him.”

“oh my fucking god. what am i going to do?” you tried to remain calm as possible so your baby doesn’t think of anything.

“get dressed, it’s time for aria to meet her father.”

“what?” with no questions allowed, the call ended. you grabbed aria to get ready quickly since there was no time for fighting.

evelyn walked back to trent. clearing her throat, “i don’t know what you’ve heard. i’m going to answer your question now. yes, that is your child.” the word child was ringing in his ears. he didn’t know how to react. did he want to cry or did he want to run away? “do you want to meet her.”

“of course.” he nodded quickly. he followed evelyn like a stray dog. she knocked on the door to signify that he was there. you took a deep breath. opening the door, you saw the two people who you’ve spent your entire life with. evelyn walked in, trying to give you two space. “y/n,” he wanted to hug you. you only had one arm available as aria was resting on your shoulder. aria heard the unfamiliar voice and turned to look at him. it was true, she looked just like him.

“hi trent. very nice of you to show up.” you patted your skirt to reduce wrinkles and ease the awkwardness. “this is aria.” for the first time, aria flashed a big smile at him. she was never good with strangers, but this might be different. you moved out of the doorway and urged him to come inside.

“can i hold her?” you nodded at him. easily, aria was all over him. “does she have my last name? i mean it’s totally fine if-“

“yeah, she does.” aria alexander-arnold is the only thing running through his mind. probably the only thing he’ll ever need to think about.

“y/n, i’ve been trying to get into contact with you. i mean where have you been.”

“where was i? taking care of my daughter. sorry, i didn’t wanna seem like a distraction.” the both of you knew very well what you meant by the word distraction. you could see regret running through his veins. “i just wanted to ask you, where were you? you said you wanted to get into contact, but you didn’t try harder.”

“i understand my mistakes. i’ve missed the prime of my child. nonetheless, i missed your entire pregnancy. i promise to be devoted to both of you. can we start over?”

“it’ll be hard to not say no. you are the father of my child and high school sweetheart. i think it’s better if we do start over. the three of us, as a family.”

“we’ll always be together, forever.”

from now on, there would be no secrets.

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I couldn't not write some more kit x bucky using another one of the hboww2rewatch prompts - they've absolutely taken over my brain lately. this is a fairly direct continuation of this piece, so I'd recommend reading that one too if you haven't already!

-> kinship

"So what, you're just not gonna see him again?" Sylvie asked, chin tucked flat against her collarbone as she focused on properly securing her life jacket. In the small room at the back of the hut that had been designated the ladies' changing room, it was impossible to keep anything secret. Two benches back to back, not even a whole two metres apart, they found themselves in such close proximity that one couldn't speak without making the other nine privy to whatever was on their mind. As such, it hadn't taken the rest of the Seraphim's crew long to find out about Kit's night with Major Egan. And, to her mind, none of them saw the situation as clearly as she did.

"Well, I'm not gonna hide from him, Sylv," Kit scoffed, heel propped up against the bench as she tugged her laces tight. "I'm sure I'll see him again - I'm just not gonna make it a whole thing, y'know?"

"I just don't get it," Sylvie shrugged.

"That is because -" Stepping across the room towards her, Kit lifted her hands to cradle Sylvie's face "And I say this with all the love in the world - you are a nineteen-year-old virgin, my dear."

"Oh, shut up," Her face bloomed bright red, shrugging Kit off as she tried to fight the smile of amusement that threatened to tug at her lip. Kit let out a snort, stepping back as she lifted her other boot to tie it. Glancing up as footsteps echoed behind her, she spotted Sylvie crossing the room towards the door, all finished with her kit. As she passed the threshold, she clearly spotted something outside, turning back to shoot Kit a self-satisfied smirk.

"What is it?" She asked, but the girl left without a word. "Sylvie?"

Now the only person left in the changing room, Kit let out a huff, tugging on one glove and holding the other between her teeth as she marched towards the door to see what was out there. Before she could exit, Bucky came striding in the opposite direction, almost colliding with her as she stumbled backwards, glove slipping from her mouth in surprise. Without hesitation, he bent down to retrieve it, holding it out to her as she practically gawked.

"Can I help you?" Kit huffed, too much amusement in her tone to truly sound irritated. "You can't just walk in here - I could've been... naked!"

"Oh, yeah, 'cause that would've been new," Egan teased. Her eyebrows shot up so high that they vanished beneath her fringe, and she snatched her glove from his hand, smacking him across the chest with it as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you should count yourself lucky - I don't just give this away for free," She nodded firmly, gesturing the length of her body as she sidled past him, squeezing her frame through the gap in the doorway as best she could whilst maintaining an outraged expression.

"I will, thank you very much," Bucky agreed politely, immediately trailing after her as she began walking, their footsteps merging into a single echo as they moved in synch, side by side. "Except I did wanna talk to you about it, actually."

"Oh yeah? 'Bout what?"

"Well, I just noticed you've been avoiding me, is all," He shrugged.

"No," Kit paused her pace, turning to face him head-on. "I haven't been avoiding you, I just haven't sought you out - that's not the same thing."

Bucky's brow furrowed, and there were those confused puppy-dog eyes again, the ones that had caught her the first time. "I just thought-"

"You thought 'cause I told you about my dad it meant something special happened, I get it. But... I'm sorry, John, that's just how I am - I don't bother hiding stuff. My whole crew knows infinitely more about me than I do about them, I just... share more than most people."

"So. It's not-...?"

"I don't think so. No," She shook her head, and he could read the genuine remorse in her expression. It hurt less that way - to know she hadn't intended this. That she hadn't been anything but herself. In an irritating way, he realised it made him like her even more, an epiphany he didn't doubt she'd roll her eyes at.

"Alright. Well. That's that then," Bucky nodded, holding out his hand for her. Kit let out a low chuckle at this, giving it a firm shake as she smiled, her palm dwarfed against his. She released him after a moment, shoving her hands into her pockets and turning on her heel as they resumed their pace, crossing the length of the hut towards the door. The pair moved in a comfortable silence, as if there were no planes waiting outside to cart them off to god knows where and what danger.

"If it's any consolation," Kit spoke after a while. "I had a good time."

"Right?" He grinned. "I thought so too."

"I meant to ask, though - did I curtsey when you introduced me to Cleven?"

Bucky's head tilted back as he let out a laugh, cheeks red as he nodded. "You did, yeah."

Kit let out a groan of embarrassment, gloved hands raised to cover her face as a flush turned her skin a deep pink. "God!" She began to laugh then, giggles muffled by her palms as he nudged her shoulder to ensure she didn't walk into the doorframe on their way out. "That's so bad. That's really... really bad."

"Coulda been worse," He pointed out.

"In what way?"

Egan shrugged. "Coulda been the Colonel."

She raised a brow at him, squinting in the sunlight as she considered this a moment. "... I suppose?" He nodded, satisfied with his argument as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. They had come to a halt outside the hut, their crews departing in opposite directions to reach their planes.

"See ya 'round McKenzie," Bucky flashed a grin, reaching down to tighten the strap on her parachute harness, the sudden movement making her whole body tilt to one side. "Oh, and, next time? Seek me out anyway."

"You gonna let me buy you a beer this time?" Kit teased as she straightened herself.

"Now you're pushin' it," He smiled, stepping back and turning to the side as he began the walk to his jeep. Gravel crunched beneath his feet, but not quite loudly enough that he couldn't still hear her let out a low chuckle behind him as she too departed. It seemed he couldn't walk away from an encounter with Kit McKenzie without finding himself pleasantly surprised, her dry laugh and wonky grin already imprinted in his mind. Maybe their talk hadn't gone as he had expected - but all in all, was it really a bad thing? Perhaps the John Egan who had woken up that morning had wanted a repeat of their night together - but he didn't need it. They could be friends.

Or at least, they could certainly try to be.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)

Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!

(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)

Headcanon/Preference # 28

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!

☓Before the fight��

☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.

☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.

☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.

☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.

☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.

☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.

☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.

☓During the fight☓

☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.

☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.

☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.

☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.

☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.

☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.

☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.

☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.

☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.

☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.

☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)

☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.

☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.

☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.

☓After the fight☓

☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.

☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.

☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.

☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.

☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.

☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.

☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.

☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.

☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.

☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.

☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.

☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.

☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.

☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.

☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.

☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.

☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.

☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)

☓Years later☓

◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.

◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.

◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.

◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.

◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.

◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.

◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.

◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.

◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.

◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.

◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.

◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.

◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.

◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.

◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.

◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.

◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.

◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.

[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

[darlingshane]

The Icing on the Cake

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Shane's is full of surprises on your birthday :)

Content/Warnings: Smut, eating, cake, handcuffs, ice play, bj, dom/sub undertones.

– My Dear, Stefanie (@anna-hawk), as you can see, I wrote this with you in mind. This is my first attempt at writing a domme!reader, and I barely grazed the surface. I'm sure you would've taken this further, cause I know how much you like torture Shane, but please accept my humble take on this.

– Read below or at AO3.

Shane’s full of surprises on your birthday, but he wasn’t always exactly like that.

For what you’ve observed up until that moment, you’d never have pegged him as someone who easily submits or aims to please because he’s never cared that much to even try until now. In any aspect of his life, he always has to have the upper hand, but especially when it comes to dating. He’s shown clear signs of arrogance that often rubs you the wrong way in the few months you’ve been together. And both of you being every bit as stubborn as the other, you’re easy to clash every other week over petty issues. But whenever you fight it doesn’t take long to find a way to resolve that because let’s face it, the best part of arguing with him is the makeup sex.

On your special day, he proves that while yes, he can be unequivocally impertinent at times, he’s very thoughtful and sweet given the opportunity.

For starters, a couple of weeks ago, he offered to take care of all the details of your dinner party. You wanted something small at home with some friends, and he took over as planner and host for the evening, making sure you had everything you wanted for this particular day. Behind your back, he tried to adventure himself into baking a cake for the party to surprise you, but all his attempts didn't come up as he expected. He had limited time to learn and practice and while he lost the battle and gave up at the end, he saved the very last one he did to see what you thought. He set that one aside for the two of you, and ordered one from your favorite bakery to share with all your friends.

When the day comes, it's a lovely evening altogether with all your favorite people. The food is perfect. You gave Shane some pointers of what you wanted, and he did not disappoint at all. You could tell he was trying to impress you and turned on his charm up to eleven during dinner.

But if that’s not enough, he keeps upping himself and once everyone is gone he shows you something he’s made himself. A cake he kept hidden in a mystery box he put in your fridge earlier that day.

You watch his hands as they open the box on the counter to reveal the homemade cake.

“Don’t laugh. I've never baked before.”

“I’m not laughing,” but your mouth automatically curves, while you survey his creation.

It’s a simple chocolate cake, triple layered, a little uneven, with no decorations beyond the frosting and a single strawberry in the middle – and a lot of charm, you’d say. While it doesn't look the best, you really appreciate the effort he put into it.

“Are you sure you weren't baked when you did this?” You can't stop yourself from teasing him a bit.

He only rolls his eyes and sighs, “wanna try it or not?”

“I do! I'm sorry,” your hand squeezes his forearm softly. “Please, can I have some?”

“That's better,” scoffing, he slices a piece into a plate, and watches you as you bring a bite to your mouth, hoping it tastes better than it looks.

He did follow the recipe to the T. That was not the problem. It was the artistry that gave him a headache. But cake is cake no matter what, and as you savor it, you look at him wide-eyed, surprised by how good it tastes.

“Yeah?” the edges of his face soften, glancing at you bashfully.

“It’s fucking delicious,” your tongue swipes the chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

“Just like you,” he angles his face and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

As you finish your slice, he goes ahead and rolls up his sleeves to help you clean up.

“You don't have to do that,” you tell him as he proceeds to wash the pile of dirty dishes, “you've already done enough, Shane.”

“I wanna,” he glances over his shoulder. “Go watch TV or something. Birthday girl shouldn't have to clean up.”

“Suit yourself,” you kiss his shoulder and retire to change into comfortable clothes and relax for a bit.

When he’s finished, he takes out the trash and comes back with something else he left in his car.

He sits on the coffee table and places another present in your hands that you eagerly open, only to be baffled quickly when discovering he got you a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with these?”

“Whatever you want, darlin’,” his mouth pulls up at one of its corners, “you said once you wanted to tie me up –badly. Figured if you wanted to punish me for what I said the other day, this would be the perfect opportunity.”

“I mean… it doesn’t have to be a punishment. If I had to punish you for all the crap that comes out of your mouth, it'd take me a loooong time.”

“Suit yourself, but this is a one time offer, sweetheart. What's it gonna be?”

Your lips purse for a beat; with your mind already concocting a few ideas.

“If you're sure you can handle it, then I guess we could play with them.”

“Handle it?” he snorts, promptly standing up, beckoning you, “c'mon, let's see what you got, darlin’.”

Oh, he's in for a challenge, you realize.

Once you're in your bedroom, you have him strip down to his underwear in front of you while you observe how he follows your every order. This is something that you’ve always been partial to; having partners earning your affection by doing as you say is easily one of your biggest turn-ons, but not everyone is always willing to give up control like this, especially guys. Especially Shane Walsh, who surprises you once more tonight, fully offering his body for you to do as you please.

As you walk around him slowly, surveying every inch of his tall figure bathed in the light of your lamp, you pinch his butt to get a reaction out of him. He barely flinches and only licks his lips, entertained by how much you're enjoying yourself.

You order him to lay down on the bed and bring his arms over his head, and suddenly-overly-compliant Shane does as he’s told without questioning.

Once he’s taken that position, you crawl over his figure, straddling his toned abs as you secure his wrists with the handcuffs to one of the middle bars of the headboard.

“You’re having too much fun with this,” he chuckles.

“Oh, you have no idea, baby,” you purr in his ear, tugging the elastic of his boxers and releasing it to have it snap against his skin.

Then, you scoot backwards, climb out of the bed, and leave the room for a minute to gather something from the kitchen. In a small bowl, you put half a tray of ice-cubes to torture him a little.

“Jesus-Fucking-Christ,” he mutters when he realizes what you’re about to do.

“Language,” you scold, placing the bowl on the nightstand.

“I thought you said it didn’t have to be a punishment.”

“Changed my mind,” your lips curve up, as you proceed to remove all your clothes before climbing sensually back into bed, slinging your hips like a cat.

He mutters something as you settle on his thighs and get a hold of one ice-cube from the bowl. You hold it over his abs, without touching him yet.

“Just say the word and I won’t do it. But if you behave… I’ll give you a reward.”

“Like what?”

“I guess, you’ll have to trust me,” you wink at him. “What’s it going to be, lover boy?”

“Ice,” he exhales, offering his bare torso as he internally prepares for the change of temperature.

“Hmm, that's what I thought,” extremely pleased with his choice, you bring the ice cube to your mouth first and lick one of the sides before placing it on his navel.

His stomach hollows at the icy sensation, as you draw slow circles on his skin. By the way he breathes out, and his eyes flutter shut, you can tell he's already hard in anticipation of the newfound kink he didn't know he had. If you do it right, maybe he'd be open to repeating this again.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” his breathing comes out a little shaky, as his eyes flick open.

“Did I tell you to speak?” questioning firmly, you purposely crease your brow.

“Ah, c'mon, I can't speak either?”

Clicking your tongue once, you shake your head and grab a second piece of ice from the bowl.

Holding it over his mouth, you ask him sternly to open it and when he does, you tuck it between his lips, so he can't utter a word while you have your fun.

“Do not drop it,” you reinforce before sliding the ice cube from his abdomen up his torso.

Leaving a trail of melted water on his skin, Shane shivers as the cube touches new spots, making his skin rise, and you can't help but smile at his reaction. You circle his wide pec a couple of times, and every time you graze his nipple, it earns you some delightful grunts around the cube that slowly thaws between his teeth.

You move it to the other side and repeat that action in the other half of his chest.

Having him like that is so much hotter than you ever thought, and he's surprisingly managing it better than you expected for someone who doesn’t like to surrender.

As a reward for behaving that well, you place the cube between your fingers aside and lean forward to lick the cold slickness around those sensitive peaks adorning his broad chest. The warmness of your tongue is a mercy, and he shuts his eyes for a moment, basking in that little treat as his whole body shudders beneath you.

Once you’re done with his nipples, you draw the curve of his neck and give him a few nibbles here and there on your way up to his mouth. With your lips, you remove the ice cube from him and lick it sensually as you set yourself straight, scooting forward on his lap until you're sitting right on his crotch that has grown considerably bigger since you started.

“Goddamn it, sweetheart. Are you trying to kill me here?”

Bringing a hand to your mouth, you laugh as you collect the remains of the cube on your palm and send it back into the bowl.

“What did I say about speaking?” you put a finger in the middle of his plush lips.

Knowing that he’s in big trouble again, he swallows his words.

You use that moment of unruliness to torture him for a little longer. Part of you wants to shove an ice cube in his underwear just to be mean. Instead, you forgo of that, and start moving your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself against his monumental erection.

With his eyes fixed on you, you bite your lip, pinch your own nipples and watch him writhe and groan underneath you. The rolling of your hips comes a little faster, getting your own arousal to stain his boxer briefs.

Bracing your palms on his chest, you keep rubbing yourself against him with passion, as he drinks you in, marveling at how fucking sexy you look on top of him. His hands pull on hard to get rid of their binds, desperately needing to touch you. That’s all he wants to do, and it drives him crazy not being able to fill his palms with your tits right now, and eat all his way down your body to taste the warmth of your pussy.

He has to put all his focus on holding the imminent orgasm that is held by only a shred of will. To avoid that, he clenches every muscle, and fucking prays in his head for you to finish before he does.

“Don’t fucking come until I tell you to,” you grumble firmly, noticing him already twitching between your legs.

You can tell he’s close, and it’s killing him that he can't complain either about your interesting approach. If he knows what's good, he’ll hold himself until the end.

Almost there yourself, as you work on your release, you throw your head back and use his swelling to shamelessly mark his underwear with all your juices as you get yourself off.

Letting out a long exhale, your body relaxes after the orgasm hits.

You lean forward again and utter right on his lips, “you better not have come when I take off these boxers. Have you?”

“Oh, may I speak now?”

“You may,” you scoff, amused. “Tell me, have you come or not?”

He considers for a moment, “you’ll have to see yourself.”

“Hmm,” with a questioning look, you peel down the band of his underwear to uncover his epic hard-on that's begging for a release. There's some wetness around the head, but surprisingly he hasn't come yet.

You can't help but tease him a little more as you use a finger to draw that straining vein that's close to burst. His cock jerks at the attention, making you laugh at how Shane mutters and presses his head against the pillow in total frustration. If he wasn't tied up he'd probably make you pay for that; but his new adopted position reminds him that it’s still your birthday, and you can do whatever you want with him, even when he's that close to losing it.

“Shh,” you hush, “it's time for your reward.”

As promised, you honor him for holding out so well by kneeling between his legs, so you can gratify him with your mouth. Without too much preamble, since you've tortured him enough, you draw a breath and dive right into it. Curling one hand around the underside, you sink your lips onto his length, and bob your head gradually faster, sucking the life out of him with every stroke and lick your tongue provides.

Given his state, getting him off is a piece of cake.

His pleasure produces heavenly sounds, as his hips move upwards, thrusting into your mouth to have his dick touch the back of your throat. It all fuels your burning desire to blow him harder until his orgasm reaches its crest, leaving your tongue covered in cum in its wake. You relish in those strings of seed, licking your lips and swallowing, as you pull your head back to see him completely overcome by pure ecstasy.

His body relaxes, as you move to rest on top of his heaving chest. He barely registers when you reach for the key and unlock his hands, and keeps them above his head for a long moment before realizing he's finally free.

With a dopey smile, he wraps his arms around you as you pillow your head on his shoulder, watching him come down for his high.

“We should do this more often,” it comes out hoarse, and he clears his throat.

Your hand is holding his jaw, as you guide his face to the side to have him lock eyes with you, “yeah? You liked that?”

“I… probably more than I expected,” he admits.

“Even the ice?”

“Even the ice. But not as much as those lips of yours,” beyond satisfied, he then brings a hand to your face, and his thumb tugs and releases your bottom lip, “what you did at the end… That was the icing on the cake, sweetheart.”

[glamorous-astrology]

So your a Witch and you have a problem with routines or suffer from chronic overthinking

Listen when I say my executive dysfunction and anxiety can be quite devastating to any form of action I mean it from the bottom of my ✨soul✨ but when it comes to a witchy routine... Oof. These are some tips and tricks I've learned and figured I'd share it with you. Remember this is based off of my personal experience, what works for one person does not automatically work for another!

So first piece of advice in the fight against these unfaltering foes!

Don't fight em.

WAIT!! Hear me out!

Somedays you just can't do ✨the thing✨ i promise you your spirit team loves you and understands and while procrastinating is the enemy of achievement taking breaks and rest are it's allies. Now don't put if off for too long, maybe set a specific date or time to do it and stick to your word. If you make a promise to yourself you must endeavor to keep it. Life happens, it's unfair but you must at least be fair to yourself and to quote Mister Meeseeks "Follow Through!!" This doesn't just apply to witchy based activities either. Sometimes the urge to just not, is your bodies request for something else.

I have so many unread books I don't even know where to start and depsite all the unfinished books on my shelf I want to have more and I really shouldn't be buying more but -

First step when things get overwhelming is to breath.

Secondly you don't have to read all those books today, tomorrow or ever.

It's also okay to just have books and not finish them. I love to collect books. They may call me a horder(they being the anxiety based court that constantly judges my actions) but you'd call me a librarian if I let the public read borrow em, sooooo. Some people collect teapots that aren't even useable but I don't judge them for it. (I kind of do but only a little bit! But that's because I like my teapots pretty yes but you see-)

Speaking of Libraries!

I love the library so much guys! Please please please support your local libraries! They have so many helpful resources, I honest to Gods could make a whole other post about why libraries are important but! ✨ Focus is a must ✨

Your local library may already have that book you wanna buy, if they don't libraries are connected to a network and depending on where you live your local library can actually get books from pretty far away, sometimes they can even go out of network and into another and the cool thing is in the bookstore I can check of my library has it and save my self a pretty penny.

✨ IMPORTANT! ✨

Maybe despite how well written it is, or how enjoyable you find it you find yourself stopping halfway through. Maybe the stopping point isn't the end of the book. The knowledge you'd sought and needed might have been found and who knows maybe later you will finish it but beating your own ass about it ain't going to help. Take your time, knowledge is power but unused knowledge is a precious waste of time and space for your beautiful brain.

I have this spell I wanna do but there's so much I need to do in order for it to-

Pause

Make the spell simpler.

Yep! Not every powerful spell needs to include sage and cinnamon in order to work. Sustainable witchcraft is important. If you don't have the energy, time or money to make your spell all fancy smansy then don't. You're creative and wise, the intent behind the spell is most important and creating your own method using what you have/can afford is not only creative it shows intent. Witchcraft is not there to stress you out or be judged. The only standard for witchcraft is intent. For example! My first spell changed my life and I made it all fancy smansy, I'm talking the full nine yards I had a special knife, fancy fruit, candles, chanting, moon water, I went big sense I refused to go home. My last life changing spell included my tarot deck and a piece of paper, while I drank my morning tea. It's not just the what you're doing when it comes to spells and rituals it's about mindset. Life's already hard enough, have fun with your spiritual practice!

I feel so weighed down, and tired and I just can't find the energy to do a daily ritual but I really want to start one!

That's okay!

I'm exhausted too and also wish to have more routines but you gotta start.

My ideal routine is morning tarot, cup of tea, and meditation. Some weeks I'm up every morning, drinking tea, doing a quick tarot reading, going on walks, just taking in the day before getting started.

Some weeks I sleep through all 6 of my alarms, don't have time to pack a lunch let alone do some tarot and go on a walk!

Routines are there to help build structure in your life, not rigid cages you must appease.

Some weeks, some days, some times you honestly can't be bothered. That's okay but that just means when you can be bothered you do. My tarot decks are sassy as hell to me about it tbh. I'll do my morning tarot or I won't but they understand. But if I have the time and energy later on in the week and just don't? That quick three card reading I was gonna do with my coven mates just become 26 cards plus two Oracle decks (I'm exaggerating a teenie bit but it feels like a lot sometimes) and you know what, that's okay. Your deck is just catching you up on all the knowledge you've missed! You'll make time for tarot, it's not a scheduled appointment, it's supposed to be a meeting between equals.

I'm pretty sure I've gotten off track but to show you the sum my knowledge or TLDR as you young whippersnappers are saying these days.

Basically, be kind and patient with yourself as you establish your routines and find what works for you. Remember your best today might not ne your best tomorrow. Some days the best I can do is drink my cup of tea as I drive down the highway, other times its that nice meditatve walk.

Find what works for you, day to day, hour to hour and remember be kind yourself. You're not just a meat suit who needs to accomplish everything and anything right here right now, your stardust that deserves to enjoy and cherish those happy experiences that can find you if you step out of judgement and into self love.

Remember this is just my personal experience, and you can take it with a grain of salt, a speck of sugar or just toss it over your shoulder.

I'm exhausted since sleep is a elusive mistress that likes to come and go but I hope this makes sense and maybe helps you enjoy your day a little bit more.

~Admin Cryptid

[seraphicsage]

can we get a chat noir fic where he tells you about his dad and you need to comfort him because he just doesn’t feel loved anymore

A/N I didn’t really know how to finish it but hope you enjoy it!! Please let me know your thoughts!

Chat has been a close friend of mine for about a year but he doesn’t talk to me about his personal life. Of course, I know why, secret identity and all that, but it means that I don’t feel that it’s much of an equal relationship. And on top of it, it always feels like there’s something he does want to say, there’s always this feeling of sadness about him, and I want to comfort him but how can I when I don’t know what it’s about?

I’m just thinking about all that when I head a knock on my window. It’s pouring with rain so I rush to open it and let him in. When I open the window he stays there looking at me. He looks like he’s been crying, and it’s not just the rain. I pull him in and close the window, rushing to grab a towel from my cupboard, wrapping it around him, helping him dry his hair while he avoids looking at me.

When i’m satisfied he’s dry enough I pull him into a tight hug. It takes him a second and I almost pull away when he hugs me back even tighter, I feel him nuzzle his face into the side of my neck and I can feel him shaking. I think he’s crying again.

After a little while I feel him pull away, he apologises and I wave him off. I can feel how cold he is so I wrap him in one of my blankets and sit him down on my bed. We both lie down and he quickly curls into me.

“You wanna talk about it?” I ask, trying not to pressure but desperately wanting to be able to help.

“It’s my dad. We had a fight, again.”

“That’s hard, I hate fighting with my dad. What happened?”

“I’m not good enough for him. No matter what I do it’s never enough, ever since my mum died he just ignores me. The only time we talk is when he’s telling me what a disappointment I am.” That’s a lot of new information at once. I think he’s telling me too much but before I can stop him he keeps talking. “I only managed to convince him to let me go to school in the last year, and he keeps threatening to take me out at any opportunity.”

That’s when it clicks. I know him. I freeze. I completely stop breathing. I could be wrong but… it’s like the final piece of the puzzle and suddenly everything makes sense.

He sits up, “um sorry, you look freaked out, I didn’t meant to dump it on you.” He starts to get up to leave so I grab his arm.

I sit up to get close to eye level with him. I grab his face and look at him, properly look at him for the first time ever. I know that face. “Adrien?” I whisper. He looks shocked, his mouth hanging open, “it is you, isn’t it? You’re Adrien. From my class.” He slowly nods, still looking shocked. “Oh my god.” I whisper again, pulling him into another hug. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Y-you- you figured it out. You know. And you’re not disappointed?”

“I’m glad it’s you! It’s amazing!” I’m grinning so wide now, my two best friends are the same person.

He starts laughing and grinning wider than i’ve ever seen anyone grin before. “Oh my god. You know. Someone knows. I-I can talk to you about it. I don’t have to hide!

[iiryebreadii]

EoW thoughts!! I wrote them as I was playing :)

It is Long so it's under a cut!

OKAY these bullet points I made as I was playing, but I stopped writing things down after a while just to focus on the game. and then I got distracted and finished the entire zora section

My first surprise, I went "YOU PLAY AS LINK??" which is an utterly deranged thing to be surprised about in literally any other zelda game

Return of dedicated jump button!! parkouring time

Ganon laughing after being murderized is probably not a great sign I'll be honest

Zelda breaking out!! RUNNING FROM THE CRACKS IN REALITY!! and little golden light to guide us!! Intriguing

She's been gone a week and there have been rifts in that time already? So what link fell into wasn't a new phenomenon

Some of these villager voice lines are very very reminiscent of botw/totk, i wonder if they reused some of the sounds??

okay so the rifts are Really not new, if they been appearing for 'a long time' according to the king, stealing specifically children? and now adults, too, for whatever reason

DAD NOOOOOOO

WRIGHT AND LEFTE TOO?? WE CANT HAVE ANYTHING NICE

ooo this is clever, I was wondering why Zelda was wearing Link's cloak in the trailer, but if the people all think she's the one causing the rifts then it makes sense! She's gonna have to hide her identity (to avoid EXECUTION?? ok nintendo. good heavens). Also, generic King of Hyrule sacrificing his life to save his beloved daughter, king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule could never

TRI!! It's nice to meet you :) you are very casual about this whole execution thing, friend. They feel very inhuman, but in the fun way, like they don't quite understand human limits. like what do you mean you can't phase through these bars? i mean, that's weird, but you can have this magic stick I guess

I really enjoyed the stealth bit getting out of the dungeons! And Impa!!! IMPA!!! I love you badass old lady :') thank you for coming my escape and giving me a musty old dress. maybe taking off the crown would've helped the disguise. whatever. zelda's going through the wringer, she deserves to keep her crown if she wants

This game is very pretty :) also I just got my first piece of heart! Had to do some clever stacking on various objects to reach it, but I managed!! I really like the problem solving so far

second heart piece acquired

LINK'S HOUSE. WAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO SAVE HIM

As soon as I gained access to monster echos I started saying "go my scarab" every time I make one to fight other monsters for me

OK so after all that, I started just playing without writing things down, but I still wanna keep track of my thoughts!! I found a bunch of other heart pieces, and I REALLY like the puzzle solving in this game. The switches to more 2D platformer sections are SO fun and such a great idea, since it has way more of that classic, tightly designed puzzle stuff that zelda is so known for. At the same time, you have so many options for other ways to solve problems and think creatively, im having so much fun with it!

The wealth of options kind of makes me overthink things lol, like the first heart piece I found would have been incredibly easy to access via the water, but for some reason I didn't think that was an option, and instead spent a solid 5 minutes figuring out the right combination to stack items and get on top of something two blocks high, so I could climb the surrounding cliffs to reach the heart piece. But also, I felt so dang accomplished by the end, I wasn't even mad that there was an easier way! Plus, I used the knowledge I gained there in the future, to help me access various parts of the terrain :D

The dungeons!! I've finished the first one, and also the zora questline :) im really enjoying the return to more classic dungeon design, but like I said before, it's still open to plenty of options in solving the puzzles. The still world is very cool, I like the vibes. The fact that a ton of children have been taken there and never returned? Spooky. I'm gonna give my early-game theory now, and guess that Tri's friends come from the lost children that fell into the rifts. Idk those are the vibes rn.

The combat is fun! mostly in the way I'll send out a monster and stand back to watch them rip each other apart. the peahat is my favorite I love that thing

Also!!! Link!! Falling into the rift, but escaping with a few others? Losing his ability to speak from it? The way you meet so many other characters around the world that have met him and been touched by his life??? He's had his own whole adventure before zelda!! That's reflected in his abilities and hearts and stuff in the beginning, but still!! It's cool to see glimpses of what he was up to before saving zelda.

I'm working on the gerudo questline right now, just started the dungeon, and link(?) is here! It might be another shadow like the one from the first temple, but it would be neat to think that he's been working to help from the still world while we help in the original one :)

ANYWAY I'll make another post when I've got more to say but so far im really loving echos of wisdom!! Zelda's characterization in this is so fun, I love her :')

[gojonanami]

Also, I just saw your new "Other Lives Fic" idea for Gojo! I'm super excited for that in the future! That got me thinking! Haha i get hugeee brainrot sometimes > "and you are together in every life — one way or another — but in this life, you part, as you watch him fall to Sukuna."

Imagine if Kenjaku ends up taking Gojo's body, and as Yuta is busy holding off Sukuna, you (the only other Special grade sorcerer still alive) are now the only one who can fight Kenjaku and stop him, the imposter parading around your husband's body like a puppet. You swallow, biting back tears as you stood in front of the love of your life. Your heart had split in half as he did during his fight with Sukuna. And now, the universe is set to grind those pieces of your heart into dust, as you're forced to be the one to end your husband the second time.

And shortly after you step onto the battlefield to challenge him, Kenjaku's attacks start to go off aim. Kenjaku is confused. How is this body defying him? Then, Kenjaku thinks back to how his body had defied him once before, back when he was still Suguru Geto. And then he hears a little voice inside his head.

"This is my wife. You will not hurt her."

And a moment later, your hands land on Satoru's beautiful face, almost as if in a caress. And the next moment, you had decapitated him. You sensed it. Your cursed technique had finished Kenjaku for good now. All that's left is Satoru, as he grew colder and colder in your hands. Your eyes find your husband's beautiful blue ones, glazing over as they started to close. He smiles at you, and you see his lips move for the final time. "See you in the next life." Ok ok and then imagine if they're reborn as university students right after.

Rich boi Satoru had a couple gfs before, but broke up with all of them (he sighs to his best friend Suguru! "Maybe i'm not meant to settle down!"). And then when he sees you for the first time in university, he thinks you're beautiful. but why does he feel like he has met you before, when he has never even seen you before??? 

(sometimes memories of past lives slip into his dreams, but his dreams are just that, right? dreams. not reality. but they really do seem quite vivid sometimes. how strange.) You get assigned to be his partner in a course that you're taking together, and you meet him too. and you think, why is there a tightness in your chest? why do you feel sad when you look at him, like you miss him?

You're so confused! You're gonna avoid him from now on! You don't understand why he makes your insides feel all squiggly and a little sad!

because you were forced to kill him in your previous life

but Satoru wants to get to know you better! he's super impressed by your intelligence and you're so pretty! he keeps trying to approach you and ask you out!

Suguru is surprised! Satoru has never approached a girl himself before. all Satoru's previous gfs were the ones who confessed to him and asked him out. Suguru thinks it's refreshing to see the great gojo being the one doing the chasing now heh. ANYWAYS! SORRY FOR THE LONG MESSAGE! I JUST GET INSANE BRAINROT SOMETIMES, AND YOUR OTHER LIVES FIC IDEA SOUNDS SOOOOO CUTE AND ANGSTY AND SWEET I COULDN'T HELP IT!

omg i love the idea!! i may not use the kenny thing only because i hate the idea of him violating gojo's body along with geto's, but i would love to maybe have reader help collect gojo's body with ui ui and stand with shoko while they deal with what happens next (

but i love the university idea - i love it!!! i def wanna use it omg - it would be so cute to show gojo having those dreams from a young age and not sure if it was true or not and subconsciously he's been searching for you this entire time--

[marvel-lous3000]

Complex Love

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL !

Merry Christmas everyone! So I thought to give a Christmas gift to everyone who sees my post. And this is my fanfic, actually series on Gabenath. And again I wanna say

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE !

OMG I'm screaming!

Summary: Gabriel has stopped being Hawkmoth and is slowly falling for Nathalie. He is trying to be more close to her while at the same time she is trying to be more away from Gabriel.

But why?

What is stopping her from being closer to him?

Didn't she want a happy life with Gabriel as her husband?

Warnings: Blood (maybe), grammatical errors

Pairing: Gabriel X Nathalie

A/N- This is my first time posting a fanfiction on Tumblr so there maybe many mistakes but please don't mind 😁.

You don't have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work.

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Nathalie told Gabriel that Adrien is Cat Noir- Is where it all started.

And now if we come to the present then Gabriel has stopped being Hawkmoth and trying to be better father. And......... ( keep reading you will know )

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It was a normal day at the Agreste Mansion in the morning. Gabriel and Nathalie was in the office doing business work. And Adrien was in his school.

It was 11am. Gabriel was deep into his work yet sometimes looking at Nathalie and Nathalie was also deep into her work when suddenly something round like a ball hit the glass window, towards Nathalie. But Nathalie caught the ball (for now just say it "ball") in maybe a nano-second and thew it again back outside. The ball went through the same hole, no other piece of glass broke, not even a little bit. It happened in just a second.

When Gabriel heard the noise of the window breaking he quickly looked up. But his "quickly looking up" was also not as fast as what Nathalie did. He just saw the glass window broken. Nathalie looked at Gabriel and said "umm let me just check what happened". And as she said she went out of the office not letting Gabriel to say anything. He let out a sign and went out of the office to see what happened outside. And the same thing as always...... another villian.

Then he heard someone saying or I would say shout as she was actually far "Get inside it's not safe outside!". He knew this voice, the voice of the person he loves so much other than Nathalie.

He went inside and called Nathalie from his mobilephone. She picked up, "Umm actually I'm kinda stuck in this umm super-villian and super-hero fight" he heard shouting in the background. "Are you safe? Did you get hurt? Where are you?" He said worriedly. "I can't answer you this many questions at this point of time so I am just saying she took us to a safe place" she answered and end the call.

"sh*t" he said. This has actually happened many times that she is stuck in the super-villian and super-hero fight. In the first time, Gabriel ran to Nathalie and then he was himself stuck. After sometime when the fight was finished, Nathalie was able to get out. She then herself took Gabriel out. When they reached the mansion Nathalie scolded him for getting out of the house like she is his mother.

So back to the present, after some minutes the fight ended. Everybody thanked god as they were safe. They also thanked the saviour of all these. She was saving the whole world alone after Ladybug and Chat Noir. She worked tirelessly and fought against the super-villians day and night.

And back to Nathalie, she went to the mansion. "Seriously who told you to run outside" Gabriel said as she entered. "I didn't ran outside, the super-villian caught me and thew me outside but thankfully she was there to save me" "And another thank you to you for not sticking yourself in danger" She added.

After a bit of argument (caring type of), Gabriel helped Nathalie in cleaning her wounds. After that they were again cold as usual, working.

Now time skip to the dinner table. Gabriel, Adrien and Nathalie eat together. Nathalie was the one who told them to do so 'eat dinner together (father and son)'. They agreed and also they didn't need to worry about the miraculous as they both had given it to Master Fu. They were happy that all these miraculous things have ended. She was trying her best to bond the broken hearts of the father and son. After sometime they also requested Nathalie to eat with them. They had maybe told it thousand times but Nathalie denied all time. But how could she say no to her precious emerald-green eyes (Adrien). So now they are eating together as a family.

Gabriel and Adrien observed that Nathalie was in her own world thinking about something. She didn't ate a single food, she was only thinking for the past five minutes. Then Adrien started "Nathalie why aren't you eating something, you are just thinking for the past five minutes." But he didn't get any reply. "Nathalie" he again called her but still no reply. "NATHALIE!" he now shouted. "W-what?" she now replyed, getting her head down to earth. "What were you thinking Nathalie? I was calling you for the past three minutes" The blond boy asked. "Umm nothing" she said and quickly are everything in maybe 2 minutes. After washing her hands she went to the office to complete rest of her work. "Father, do you know what has happened to Nathalie? She is acting different." the son asked. "Actually I also observed Nathalie. She is acting different from the past weeks." Gabriel answered. "I think we should check her if she is-" before he could complete his sentence, they heard the wall behind them broke.

A large pink ugly moster came, breking the mansion. But before the moster or you can say the villian could hurt any of the boys. Again their saviour came. She took both of them to a safe place. While saving them she got a deep scar in her arm.

"But Nathalie" Gabriel said "she is still in the mansion." Adrien completed, they both were worried. "She is safe" the saviour said and went back to the battle ground.

After some minutes, the fight was still going on. The monster pushed a train to the wrong track which lead to a ............ . Then... (watch these two video)

These videos do not belong to me.

(So just think spider man as the saviour and this is what happened)

The saviour was scared that is they would tell everyone her identity. But thankfully they theirself said that they would not tell anyone her identity. She was feeling utterly dizzy after it.

After that though it was difficult from the others villians, she won. Everyone didn't had that much hope in this but yes they won.

Everyone was safe in their houses now. The Agrestes also went back to their mansion. The first thing they did when they went inside their mansion was to find Nathalie. She was already in her room. When they found her they gave her a big hug.

"Your'e safe!" The three said at the same time and laughed.

Nathalie ordered Adrien to go to bed and then went downstairs to the office. Gabriel followed her. By that time she was sitting on her chair. "What are you doing?" suddenly a voice came. Nathalie looked up to see who was he. "Umm working" she replyed as she recognised the face. "At 11pm?" Gabriel said, "just completing the schedule" he heard her answer. "Go to bed" he told her. "I"ll complete the the schedule and go" she answered. Gabriel signed and said "It's an order". Nathalie ignored him and continued working.

Suddenly she felt that someone picked her up in the bridal style. "Put me down Gabriel!" she said shocked. "Not until I reach your bed" he smirked. Nathalie knew there's no point on arguing so stayed quite. Gabriel out her gently on her bed. "Thank you" he heard her say. "It's my job" Gabriel said. They both giggled.

"Good Night" Nathalie said. "Good night" he heard him reply back as he left her room.

But she didn't heard the whole thing he said, he said "Good night my dear".

But one thing they both didn't saw was 'Adrien was seeing all these'

To be continued ->

TRY NEW!

Try new is an activity where if you want to you can participate. In here you just (if you want) need to complete the work which will be told every time at the end of the story. This will be then kept in this story and with obviously the name of the artist.

So today's 'try new!' is to make a fanart on "Gabriel, Adrien and Nathalie hugging eachother, smiling".

But keep in mind it should not be copied or anything else like that. If you have done one then send it to me through message. It should be send before the next part comes, I will sent a reminder one day before.

[lilithizhere]

hiiii! so to specify my dabi x jack the ripper fem reader i can make a plotline for you to follow but if you dont wanna follow it then you can change some stuff just pls make sure its dabi x jack the ripper fem reader also this will on with the “dabi is a todoroki” theory

ok so you and dabi met when you were both 8 when you met. the reader still has jacks backstory but instead of staying in london the reader decided to live in japan so they start learning japanese and their culture n stuff

so yeah moving on you two met while dabi was training and the both of you become friends and dabi starts having the feelz untill he ran away

and now you to met in the round 3 of the ragnarok and you recognize him immediatly and then both of you start chatting

so round 4 starts and the lov watches how you fight

(also in this au readers supposed gloves are not volundr but a treasure the reader found in an undergroud civilization in london)

and shigaraki takes an interest in you so after round 4 he offers you to join the lov so you join but under 3 conditions (you pick the conditions)

and yeah you and dabi get close like before and the two of you start dating

also pls dont describe what the reader is wering because i wanna make it different since i want the clothes to be my fav color

thats all and thx lilith😊

- 🌑 anon

Thanks for the Request and I told you I would finish it tonight! Before I go camping! Screw my Depression and Adhd! 😃

Also for This Story the whole world thought you were a guy but when you died from let's say you killed your self the people in the afterlife found out you were a girl.

Dabi x Fem!Jack The Ripper!Reader

*Flashback*

You met Dabi when you both were 8 years old. You lived in Japan at the time with your mother, who was a prostitute. You were outside in the woods playing and running around when you accidentally ran into a boy who was training with his quirk.

"Oops sorry!" You say to the boy you ran into. Sticking your hand out to offer him help to get up. He grabs your hand and introduces himself.

"It's okay!" "I'm Touya Todoroki!" "What's your name?" He asks as he pulls himself up. You told him your name and he smiles.

"I'm gonna be a hero one day to prove to my old man that I can do it!" He says as he smiles. You look at him amazed and you smile.

"I don't know what I want to be... but I do know I want to help my mom! You say grinning at him.

He takes your hand and smiles.

"Let's be heroes together!"

*Flashback Over*

*Flashback*

You were walking on the sidewalk when you saw a picture of Touya and missing on it. Your eyes widen and tear up.

Clearly upset that he is missing when you remember him talking about running away and leaving his life behind and him promising to meet you again.

You ended up going home thinking about his promise and wondering if he will keep it. You hope because he had such a nice warming color.

*Flashback Over*

"The final battle between the gods and humans... ROUND 4! Gods have won two, the humans have one win. And now, please welcome THE STRATEGIC POINT OF THIS STAGE!!

The one that has been reproduced here is 19th Century London... Humanity's representative wanted to fight in this place, and the gods' representative... was kind enough to accept.

In the meantime, 3 million people in the city... WERE TREMBLING IN FEAR! AN EVIL AMONG EVILS!! Feeding the pitch-black darkness in her heart.

This is the first time "Humans VS. Gods Final Battle: On the Road Edition" has been implemented! Now, what kind of battle awaits us at this stage...

Humanity's representative for the 4th round. There she is! ugust 31st, 1888, A.D.... The monster suddenly appeared in the scary darkness. With her sharp fangs, she cut them to pieces and took the lives of five prostitutes.

Completed the 12 labors he was given... A DEMIGOD WHO ASCENDED TO GODHOOD!! 

Their name is... humanity's most famous... MURDERER! JACK! THE! RIPPER!!!

AND NOW! After the gods' insulting defeat by the humans... A perfect victory without a scratch. To make such a challenge, that's... The Nemean Lion, the three-headed watchdog of Hell, Cerberus... The brave hero who defeated it with his bare hands...

The one who brings light to the Heaven and Earth! The messenger of justice... His bravery... is unparalleled! HERACLES!!!" Heimdall announced.

Hercules was mad that his opponent was a serial killer and a woman. "I shall warn you now... Bow down and accept defeat. If you do that, then I swear that I will make Zeus accept it. And you can be saved from Niflhel.

"I do not relish senseless killing... BUT YOU'RE A SPECIAL CASE!!" He says yelling at the end.

Clearly what he means by special case is that you're a woman.

You roll your eyes before saying. "Sir... Allow me to express my gratitude. Both for accepting this arena, and for your consideration... However, unfortunately, I cannot accept."

You say are you grab your fake weapon, a giant pair of scissors. "What?......" He asks in confusion.  "No matter the odds, I shall always accept a duel."

"For that... is the true essence of a gentleman. Allow me to introduce you."

"This... is my weapon. How exquisite." "So, this is a treasue of mine, it could tear anything in existence to pieces..." You say as you cut a lamp post down, shocking the audience.

"Scissors?.." Hercules utters in confusion. He then shakes his head and smiles.

 "...Very well. If that is what you've decided... then I'll answer your resolve with all of my might!" He says but then you run in the opposite direction, confusing him again. "Huh?"

(Time Skip to Where Jack gets impaled by the spiked fence.)

You got impaled by a fence, but this was your plan. It had missed all your vital organs caused you helped guide your landing so it didn't hit them.

You pulled the fence out with a loud, painful cry.

(With the Lov, who are watching in the audience.)

Dabi told the league about you from the beginning and Shigaraki was interested in you and wanted you to join. Toga just wanted a new friend. Twice didn't care.

The rest of the league was either interested in you or liked you.

Then Dabi and the rest sees you get impaled and Dabi's eyes slightly widen, he was scared for you and wanted you to defeat the God in front of you.

Shigaraki that you had a plan from the beginning and he was right because in that moment your hands with the gloves on punch the God right in the stomach and went through him.

Dabi smiles happy but he sees that you got hugged by the got and how he disappeared into green particles.

He noticed a sad look on your face as Hercules turned into green particles and how he smiled at you and the audience.

You bow and say "Ta-da." With slight jazz hands but you put your hand back on your wound from where you were impaled.

People from the audience start to throw rocks at you from killing Hercules and you just take it.

And the he saw you leave, probably going to the Infirmary to get your wounds taken care of.

He walk with Shigaraki and Toga to go to the infirmary, he's excited to see you again.

(Back with you)

You were all patched up when there was a knock at your door and you said. "Come in." In a soft voice.

The door opens and reveals Dabi, Shigaraki and Toga. You knew Dabi was Touya cause you found out along time ago.

They come in and Dabi sits on your infirmary bed. You sat up before he sat down.

"Hey, How are you doing? How does it feel to kill a god?"He asks looking at you.

"Honestly? It kinda sucks and now I kinda feel bad for Hercules, but at least he's not in any pain anymore." You say honestly, kinda wanting Hercules to hug you again and show you the warmth your mother never sincerely gave you.

"It will get better." Dabi says holding my hand in his.

You sat there talking and getting to know how he has been doing and getting to know Shigaraki and Toga.

All the sudden Shigaraki asks you to join the Lov.

"Why don't you join us? You would get to see Dabi and kill the wanna be heroes that only do it for the money." Shigaraki offers.

You thinks about it and agree under 3 conditions.

1. You can help people like saving them or rescuing them when the heroes failed.

2. You won't be ordered around, only if it's an emergency. (Like Dabi's trying to light Shigaraki on fire or Shigaraki trying to disintegrate him.

3. You make your own rules for when you do missions and you do it your way not his.

You eventually got together with Dabi, living a nice life with the Lov and him.

[nicomrade]

i didnt read nearly as much this year (2023) compared to last, i mostly re-read my faves that ill maybe post about one day and i read non-fiction from libraries. I am a Communist by Park Kun-Woong and Ichi-F by Kazuto Tatsuta are the two that id say stood out the most in that regard, but i kinda wanna keep these retrospective posts to fiction only so lets go for my actual 6 picks naow

Poison City - Tetsuya Tsutsui (2014-2015) opening with my favorite author, poison city is about art censorship- specifically of mangas in japanese libraries- how it happens, why, by and for whom, who it affects, how it shapes the publishing industry and so on. it was written after tsutsui found out his own work (manhole) had been banned in a prefecture, without him ever being notified. its only 2 volumes but the most nuanced discussion of the topic ive seen. like all tsutsui work it is in my brain forever like a worm and if i see it IRL i get an urge to reread it right there right now. which happens often cuz french libraries (justifiably!) love it

Gekiga-Yose: Fallen Words - Tatsumi Yoshihiro (2009) i got into a little gekiga rabbithole sometime last spring that segued really nicely into a rakugo moment for me. Fallen Words is neatly at the junction of the two and maybe the best way to experience rakugo stories if you cant watch performances? its not rakugo but it tries really hard to make the original jokes work in a new medium. fascinating project that i really enjoyed and laughed outloud at while reading. it also helps other rakugo-based fiction have more context and depth for a non-rakugo liker audience

Blood on the Tracks / Chi no Wadachi - Oshimi Shuzo (2017-2023) "this is not a work that wants to teach you how to heal, how to cope, or give you catharsis, or tragedy." chi no wadachi is about parental abuse and keeps to following the protagonist for as long as his mom has influence over his life, in all of the ways that she does, and nothing more. its heavy, its hard, and its something you need to meet halfway. not the oshimi shuzo work id necessarily start with but its the one i read fully this year and also the one i got into comment fights on mangadex about lol

Billy Bat - Naoki Urasawa & Nagasaki Takashi (2008-2016) billy bat is about art and its about making art and its about what if there was a bat on the moon that gave you catharsis. its got historical fiction its got protagonist changes its got walt disney its got an insane amount of historical research put in. its got two bats. its art as an universal language, as something its artist owns but that also belongs to everyone who's ever connected with it, art as the root of humanity, as the lense through which people view and shape the world. and its about a japanese-american artist named kevin.

Bokurano: Ours - Kitoh Mohiro (2003-2009) bokurano is about kids who are roped into a mecha war for earth's survival. it questions whether you can live without harming others, the nature of remorse, childhood trauma, and so on. its dubiously a death game- i count it as one but its also explicitely interested in this very question- "is this a game?". is bullying a game? Is csa a game? Is parental abuse a game? Neglect? Sibling violence? War? Is that what a game is? anything that children do?

Undercurrent - Toyoda Tetsuya (2004-2005) its easy to say reading undercurrent feels like youre drowning because the water motif is already omnipresent but this really is a piece where the story and the artistic motif are just in symbiose. undercurrent explores one woman's life managing her bathhouse almost on her own at the same time as she's dealing with more personal issues, and my first instinct upon seeing the cover is always to hold my breath. cannot say anymore just read it

+ bonus mention to Gantz - Hiroya Oku (2000 - 2013) for ruining my whole life. i didnt start it in 2023 but i was overcome by some sort of fever in january that made me finish this fucking manga and it hasn't left me since. don't read gantz. you can watch the live action movies they cut out 95% of the manga and make it actually good also akagi's actor (kanata hongo) plays my fave character in them. but whatever you do, don't read gantz.

[aetheternity]

Its been a year my love 💞

By the time this is posted I will have been a Venti main for a year and I can't even begin to properly explain how much this sweet angel has done for me. He doesn't even realize how much he's impacted my life.

I've talked about it a couple times before but when I started playing Genshin, Chongyun was my favorite character but after I had finished the archon quest Venti had quickly made it to the number two spot within the next three months he'd became my favorite. (Because Chongyun refused to come home and because Xingyun shippers ruined him for me ya'll know the drill at this point.) I remember saying that despite my love for him I wasn't going to pull for him because I hated using bow characters on my laptop.

I had had such a difficult time with the Dvalin part of Mondstadt's archon quest and I kept dying with Venti though I found humor in it as his dying line kept going waa waa waaah. I started playing through the Liyue quest and once I was done with that I found myself missing Venti so much. I quickly returned to Mondstadt to do his story quest and it was during his trial period that I knew I wanted him so much.

After that I started training everyday to get good at using bow characters. I would use my Fischl's aimed shot as much as possible and worked myself up until I was very comfortable using bow characters. His rerun ended up being a good five months after all of that and I didn't pull any characters on any banner except for Gorou on Itto's first ever banner. He came home during the Irodori festival with one pull sixty one soft pity, guaranteed because I had gotten Mona on the last banner.

I was so excited I sobbed because I finally had my beautiful boy and he's barely left my team since. I only take him off when I'm fighting anemo related bosses or anemo resistant bosses.

I love to think that he was waiting for me to pull because he came home so fast. I told my friend at the time how much I love him. He's just such a beautiful character.

I wanna properly explain all my feelings and the reason I love him the way the way I do and I finally feel mentally prepared to get it all out there.

So here we go. Around the time I started playing Genshin I had recently gotten out of a pretty messy breakup. The guy in question and I had started dating when we were eighteen our relationship lasted till we were twenty. During this time my now ex had been trying to help me cope with the fact that I was a child abuse victim.

Not gonna get too deep into that but I had realized when he was talking to me about his family and the kind of relationship he'd had with his mom that my childhood wasn't normal and I was extremely jealous of how kind and gentle his mother was towards him in comparison to how my parents were. Which lead to resentment pretty early on which made me lash out at him a lot. I had spent a lot of that time trying to piece together my feelings trying to cope with all this new found hurt and I was so young I didn't know how to.

But even before he'd made me look at it genuinely I'd always had this feeling. This gnawing weight on my chest like I wasn't breathing as though a weight were sat on my chest. It started when I was probably about thirteen that I didn't feel free. I'd go to school and be happy to be out of my house but I everyday I felt an immense sense of dread at the knowledge that I'd have to go back home. I knew I was dealing with something bad because I grew less and less happy as I aged and everything made me mad. I was always mad or sad and I took it out on everyone.

When I was sixteen I was diagnosed with depression. Things get darker from here so trigger warning.

Circling back to when I was eighteen. I had asked my mom if I could go to therapy because my ex had told me I needed it for my anxiety (which I'd had my whole life) and my depression (Keep that in mind). I was paired up within a few weeks with a man who was in sixties. Long story short he didn't help me and I ended up leaving therapy with more trauma then I'd gone in with. He'd constantly made really gross remarks towards me and asked me about my period and when I was going to get on birth control.

He'd even asked me when I was planning to have sex with my then boyfriend and when I'd told him I wasn't sure if I was ready he'd told me to hurry and decide or my now ex would probably dump me for an easier girl.

Something I've neglected to mention until now was that even with my boyfriend back then I hadn't felt like he was a completely safe space. We fought a lot and he'd often said things that made me feel worse about myself. He slut shamed me and got really mad when we had the exes talk and he found out I had more exes than he did. He'd screamed at me a couple times and he had lovebombed me less than a month into the relationship. But I was a dumb eighteen year old who thought I was in love so yeah..

That weighed feeling was so intense with him because he never left me alone and he didn't respect my boundaries at all. I'd ask him to give me an hour of space he'd get mad and guilt trip me into shortening the time or telling me I didn't love him. He'd cry and I'd stay. Once we had actually broken up he'd cursed me out so bad said that I'd been a horrible girlfriend and that I was a loser yada yada yada. He'd turned all our friends against me but we had stayed friends because I still had feelings for him.

During that time he made fun of anything I said. Told me he hated me and wished I'd just fuck off and confessed to me that he hadn't been truthful during our relationship about never having done anything sexual with anyone. (We were both bisexuals) he'd given oral to a guy two years before we dated and I had never done oral or anything sexual with anyone which I had been honest about.

Once I'd finally cut ties with him for good the entire weight of every single thing he'd done, everything my parents had done to me, my old therapist all of it came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I had started cutting again for the first time since I'd been hospitalized at sixteen and I had been gifted a new therapist she is the same woman I still have to this day. At the time I was nineteen and by the time I was twenty I had slowly started to get slightly better. By the time I finally picked up Genshin I was twenty one years old. I was still suffering pretty bad mentally from all the horrible pain I'd suffered in a relationship with my ex and my relationship with my parents was god awful I couldn't talk to them about anything.

I played through the first story quest of Genshin and Paimon had asked Venti what the god Barbatos stood for and when he said freedom I felt like I could breathe again for the first time. Like he'd shoved that boulder on my chest away and was pulling me out of the rubble I'd been buried beneath for so long.

Freedom was all I ever wanted to have. All that I had been secretly pining for and ever since then Venti's had such a deep place in my heart. I fell in love with him so fast. I found LunAsmr about three weeks later and I listened to Venti tell me he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could tell him personally just how much he's changed my life cause who knows where I'd be without him.

I don't know maybe I've said too much but every time I hear a new voice line from him or I get new information about him I fall so much more in love with him. I felt like I was too broken to be loved or to feel love towards another living thing but he came along and took all of that worry away. He's not a comfort character he's THE comfort character and I am so thankful that Hoyo made him because he's my everything now. I'm in such a better place.

He has the biggest room in my teapot and the number one spot on my team because he's just that important to me because he's so honest and kind and everything I never knew I wanted.

If you've actually read this far wow and thank you. All of this stuff is so heavy but I knew I wanted to get this out for the anniversary of my favorite character coming home to me. I know I'm putting a lot of information out there for a bunch of strangers to read but I wanted people who I will never see in real life to know everything, all of the beautiful things Venti has done for my life because I can't tell Venti himself!

I'm so happy to have mained this amazing archon for this long though and I can't wait till we reach two years. I hope other Venti mains have just as much peace in his existence as I do everyday.