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Preach it! I wish people would realize how significant the overlap between the whump and the disability community is, and that we're not intruding or taking over spaces
Yeah. This wasn't a thing until recently, hence my additional annoyance with it. Like I said in the larger post, whump is a way for us to find common ground with each other and other people. I've learned a lot about the mechanics of pain disorders that aren't ME/CFS, and phenomena that are similar to what I experience but not exact, and not just on my own posts. I reblogged a reference post a while back from someone who has fainting spells, and I was fascinated to learn how much longer I'm typically unconscious for (30-90 seconds vs 2-15 wholeass minutes!). Previously I'd just thought unconsciousness was unconsciousness. It's been a good tool for me for talking to my doctors, even. One of the first things I'm asked when I mention my pain knocking me out is if I've ever fallen, to which I've always responded "??? By the time it's bad enough for me to pass out I've already had to sit/lie down??" Now I know why they're always asking what I thought prior to this was a weird and counterintuitive question, and I can say "I don't mean fainting, I mean passing out, this and that are different"... which is really going to help me in disability evaluations, because I've met a lot of lay people who are convinced that if you don't drop from a standing position it's not "real." All because somebody made a whump reference post for writers, and tagged it what it was so I could find it. And the thing is, there's already a dedicated "space for community things," it's called the actually tags, and it's why they exist. #actuallydisabled #actuallychronicallyill I use these all the time, and you know what? No fandom content. This is a total and complete non-issue. When this shit takes over your life, in my experience, you've got two options for what to do with the spoons you're left with. You can reach out, connect with people, find something you can do to counteract how the world treats you and feel human again... or you can sit around trying to make everyone else as miserable as you are. I choose Door #1.
#it's just sad seeing people define themselves by how the world treats us#and then go and reinforce it#like why#aren't you exhausted?#don't you want to define yourselves by your pursuit of the human experience#instead of all the ways the world at large tries to take that away?#i know it's hard to believe in others when you're isolated#i know what it's like to compromise for the sake of in-person company#i have one rule and it's don't lie to me#i kept somebody who broke that rule repeatedly around for years#because i didn't want to be by myself#and nobody else bothered to visit#but in the whump community I'm (for the most part) freed from that choice#and if there is something i absolutely cannot stand#as long as people care enough to tag diligently i can avoid it#my online experience can be shaped and built and curated#my irl experience cannot#why would i recreate the situation when I could have the first?#whump meta#not tagging my annoyance#this is an editorial not a beef#also the people who came after me failed their own test#had reblogged fandom content to the chronic pain tag themselves#and came clowning on my nonfiction ref post#honestly I'm like 98% sure they were sicced on me#and I know exactly by whom
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if you have anxiety⊠(some 18+)
⊠price
- takes charge. understands how hard it is to be a functional human some days. removes all the unnecessary overthinking you do. breakfast? omelette. workout? yes, a run. dinner? steak, and he will do the hard part. you chop the veggies. movie? this cheesy romcom. sex? of course, you just lie back and let yourself get overwhelmed by his tongue. canât do much overthinking when you barely remember your own name, can you? while you rest against the headboard in the afterglow and catch your breath, he fishes a magnesium pill from a bottle and makes you swallow it, holding a glass of water to your lips. âletâs calm that head down, baby.â
⊠kyle
- talks you down. heâs smooth and he knows it. when you run yourself in circles trying to find solutions to problems that only exist in your head, he has a way of breaking your head open and making you see the light with only a few soft sentences. he lets you ramble on and on about all the things that plague you until he eventually says something that catches you completely off guard and puts everything into a new perspective. suddenly you understand how itâs all connected and what previously felt like world-ending problems now seem like minor inconveniences, if that. he knows that making you putting your thoughts into words and talking about them with him is the best way to dismantle the thought patterns in your head. a simple afternoon walk with him is like a hundred hours in a therapistâs office. and of course you get a quickie on the sofa after.
⊠johnny
- helps you fight off the restlessness and other nervous symptoms. always catches the signs, your trembling hands and wavering glances, and tries to derail your trains of thought that he knows might cause a panic attack. his first method is always making you laugh, and his stupid jokes almost always do the trick. if that doesnât work, he knows jumping jacks are a sure way to fire off the stress hormones and adrenaline building up inside you. and if you come home all frazzled, nerves fried after a day of stressful work tasks, impossible clients and rude coworkers, he makes sure to tire you out physically and mentally by way of eight different sex positions over the course of three and a half hours. you sleep long and well that night.
⊠simon
- is at your service. literally becomes like your service dog. when youâre out and about, you just need to hold on to his arm or put your hand in his pocket. heâll take you where you need to go, you donât need to worry about it. if the hustle and bustle of the world around gets to be too loud, heâll put a heavy arm around your shoulders, literally grounding you. you can hold his large, scarred hand if you need something to focus on, running your fingers over the ridges and bumps on his skin. like any good service dog he creates space for you, simply by existing. no one bothers you when heâs around. if you fidget with the zipper on your jacket or pull on a strand of your hair, he knows before you even notice what youâre doing. heâll gently redirect you, guiding your hand away from whatever itâs doing. if youâre at home, heâll sometimes place it blatantly on his crotch instead, to really give you something to fidget with.
#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x you#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#task force 141#tf 141#sigh straight from the heart
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CABINFEVER:
Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
(anyone else green)
warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (loss of virginity, unprotected + no pull outâŠassume ur on birth control)
authors note: love a little sweet smut matt moment 𫶠also imagine the world wasnât falling apart and there was still snow đ€Ș HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!!
summary: you and a group of your friends rent an airbnb cabin up in the mountains for a winter get away, but itâs short on beds. You settle for a bench and Matt takes the couch next to you, but things heat up when you get coldâŠ
word count: 2,915 W
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âHOLY FUCK! itâs FREEZING outâ yelled Nick slamming the door behind him. He was the last one inside the cabin and join the rest of you in stomping the snow off your shoes and hanging up various layers of winter-wear. You and a group of 7 of your friends decided to rent an airbnb up in the mountains in New Hampshire for a week to have a cozy vacation. You planned to sled, go on winter walks, make cookies and cozy drinks, play games, and just enjoy being together away from the rest of the world. The only problem was not all of you going had a budget like the triplets, Larray, and Madi. even though they offered to cover for the rest of you, it didnât seem fair. so you settled on a slightly more quaint cabin instead of a big mansion. the catch was that there were only three bedrooms. You were always easy going and determined that everyone else be happy, so you had made peace with the fact that youâd probably end up on a couch long ago.
âso whoâs gonna be living room buddies with me, huh?â you questioned.
âguess that would be meâ said Matt, with a sheepish smile.
No surprise, really. Matt was an angel to everyone, so of course heâd be the first to say heâd take the undesirable sleeping spot. you grinned back at him, maybe a little too much. Youâd been close to the triplets since you were kids, but Matt had always been your favorite. You related to his quieter side and always had a soft spot for him. A soft spot that went deeper than you wanted to admit in the last few years. Matt was always good looking, but lately something felt differentâŠeven though youâd never tell him that.
âi can live with thatâ you attempted to joke. The living room was beautiful, but large and drafty. there were a few armchairs, but only one oversized couch. next to it was a big window that had a little nook fitted with pillows.
âyou take the couch, ynâ Matt said, gesturing with his head.
âwhaâno way. then where will you sleep?â
âI dunno iâll figure it out donât worry bout it. Iâll grab a beanbag or make a pile on the floorâ he said blowing you off
âNuh-uh. no way. you take the couch, iâll sleep on that window thingâ
âAre you sure?â
âYeah a hundred percentâ
âMmmm okay, but if you wanna switch at any point just tell me okay seriouslyâ the genuine concern in his wide blue eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. truth be told, you really didnât mind this set up because youâd be sleeping just a few feet away from him.
âDealâ you smiled back at him.
The group of you had a perfect evening. it was like something out of a hallmark movie, but by 2am everyone was going to sleep. Matt showered upstairs, which gave you time to get ready for bed and throw on your lame excuse for sleepwearâan oversized tshirt that hung to just above your knees. youâd never wished youâd overpacked and brought shorts more. you tried to cover up your exposed skin with blankets as you heard creaking from the steps. Matt trotted down in flannel pants and a black tank, hair still damp and clinging to his face from the shower. seeing him like that made your throat grow dry.
âYâtired?â Matt asked, arranging his pillows on the couch so that his head would be by yours, your bodies creating a right angle on their separate resting spots.
âeh, not really. you?â
ânah, not so much. bit of a night owl lately, i guess.â he said, sitting down and beginning to rummage through his bag. you laughed.
âname a time in your life youâve ever been a morning person?â you teased
âhey shhh i could be if i tried.â he shook his bag vigorously
âshit. think i forgot my phone chargerâ
âoh i have one, you can use itâ you said hopping up to grab your stuff. you strode across the room towards your suitcase without thinking, but suddenly felt heat on the back of your neck like you were being watched. you glanced back at Matt and just barely caught him staring at your bare legs before he quickly looked away. youâd completely forgotten about your choice of outfit and felt embarrassment flush your cheeks.
âhere yâgoâ you said shoving the wires in his direction, avoiding his eyes.
âuh thanksâ he said, with equal avoidance. you reached to turn off the last light in the room in hopes that would drown out the awkwardness. Before you knew it the two of you were laughing and chatting away in the strained moonlight leaking in from the window. This went on for about 20 minutes before the chill coming from outside started to get to you. your teeth chattered slightly. mid sentence, Matt halted.
âwhatâs wrong?â
âoh nothing, just a little breezy here, itâs fineâ
âwhat? you canât sleep there then! youâll get sick!â his protective nature was borderline heart melting.
âMatt câmon. Iâm not that weak, iâll be fine. Iâm not making you sleep hereâ
âThen share the couch with me at leastâ
his offer caught you off guard and you paused for a second, processing before answering.
âyou sure?â you asked, unsteadily. another small moment of silence. was he regretting what heâd offered?
âyeah, of courseâ You detected a small crack in his voice.
âI donât wanna crowd youââ he cut you off
ây/n itâs fine seriously, just câmhere. itâs just me, donât be weird.â he answered, sounding almost more like he was trying to convince himself than you. you crept over to the couch. Matt was on his side, already holding his blanket up with his arm to give you a spot to slide into. at first you laid down face to face with him.
âheyâ he said quietly, inches from you. you smiled up at him. it made your heart race to see him from this angle, this close. you were sure he could hear your heartbeat if you stayed like this a second longer, so you rolled over so your back was to him. matt made a funny noise, almost like he was clearing his throat. your knees hung off the couch slightly, so you backed up to not fall off. Matt let out a strained cough.
âMatt are you okay? you sound likeââ you started to turn your head to face him, and inadvertently twisted your hips against his body. you felt his hand latch onto your waist, halting it. he winced and let out a small hiss
ây/n pleaseâ tumbled out of his lips, his whole body going stiff.
âMatt whatâs wrong? Iââ suddenly you became away of a hardness pressing against your lower back and ass. your breathing hitched. Matt was hard. and you could feel it. Matt was hard and was pressing against you, hell it had been caused by you.
âoh my godâ you whispered.
âfuck y/n iâm so sorryâholy shit. this is awful. i feel disgusting. i never wanna make you uncomfortable iââ he began to babble sounding on the verge of tears
âMatt noââ he rolled onto his back looking up at the ceiling. you turned onto your side to face him.
âNo, y/n. this is so bad-oh god. i was worried this would happen, i mean being anywhere near you iâd worry about that, but i thought i could control myself and fuck iâm so sorryâ
âwait what do you mean you worried?â
âcome on, y/n. youâre the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen. of course iâd worry, but youâre also one of my best friends soââ
âyou think iâm beautiful?â matt paused and looked at you in the eye.
âare you joking, y/n?â you shook your head.
he took a deep breath before continuing.
âI think youâre the most beautiful girl in the worldâ you exhaled rockily, scanning his eyes.
âand i canât believe this is how iâm telling you that or i did anything to make you feelââ
âMatty, stopâ you said, putting a hand lightly to his chest. it heaved at your touch.
âyou didnât do anything wrong, at all. i just never knew you saw me the way the way i see youâ
âyâmean youâ?â you bit your lip and smiled at him, nodding. he let out an exhale of relief and excitement and smiled back at you. he inched closer to your face, hesitantly.
âcan i kiss you?â you nuzzled your nose slightly against his.
âyes, Mattâ he leaned the rest of the way in and gently pressed his warm pillowy lips against yours. the feeling was better than you couldâve ever imagined. he pulled away, not wanting to seem too eager or pushy, and waited for you. you glanced from his eyes to his mouth before pushing back against him. this kiss was different from the last. there was fire and passion to it. your lips began to meld together, creating a rhythm as his hands reached for your waist. you wrapped an arm around his neck and ran your hand through his hair, which resulted in a huffing of air from his mouth into yours. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you immediately granted. you pressed your lower half against his. he grunted and squeezed your hip. smiling against your lips he rasped out
âcareful there, problem from earlier is not exactly gone yetâ your stomach flipped
âgoodâ you breathed out, pressing your bodies flush again. he looked at you wide eyed, his pupils dilating, before diving in for the heaviest kiss yet. you lifted your leg up slightly, wrapping it around him. the move caused your shirt to slide up to the top of your hip. matt ran his hand up your thigh and gripped your ass causing you to let out a small whine. he bit at your lip slightly and used this new hold on your lower half to move himself between your legs further and on top of you. he pulled away from you to take off his shirt and you felt heat electrify your body at the sight of him uncovered in the weak blueish light. he smiled at you shyly before kissing you again. one strong hand began to trail over the sensitive skin of your stomach, up your shirt, sending ripples of buzzing through your body as the tips of his hand approached your braless chest. Matt ran his fingers delicately over your nipples, hardening at his slightly cold touch. you shuddered.
âcan i take this off?â he said, tugging at the hem. you nodded vigorously and helped him pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you fought the urge to cover yourself as his eyes engulfed the sight of you.
âgod youâre so perfectâ he almost moaned out. you giggled and tightened your legs around his lower half, encouraging him back down to you gently. the feeling of his warm bare chest against yours made you let out a sigh. he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, breathing hot warm air against your sensitive skin before gently sucking and pulling through his teeth. you whimpered into him, wrapping your hands back into his hair. he retaliated by starting to grind his hips against your heat, the feeling of his hard on painfully present. your two most desperate spots only separated by your underwear and his pj bottoms.
âMattââ you moaned out
âhmmmm?â he hummed into your neck. you needed him in ways you couldnât explain. you squirmed beneath him. he pulled away to look at you and raise an eyebrow.
âwhat is it, beautiful?â he cooed, making you flustered. you pushed your hips back up at him, unable to come up with words.
âohh i seeâ he chuckled out. you felt a flash of embarrassment and tried to cover your hands with your face. he grabbed your wrists lightly and lowered them.
âWant me to make you feel good, ma?â he said softly into your ear as he dragged his hand down your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. you whimpered, desire crying out for contract between your legs. he lowered his fingers over the thin cloth that covered your pussy and dragged them up and down, giving you a teasing amount of friction.
âmore, Matty, pleaseâ you cried out. he gingerly pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers along your dripping folds
âgod youâre so wetâ he whispered out in awe, looking down at you , hungrily. he seemed almost in a trace, but the torment was too much for you. you grabbed his wrist and guided his hand, positioning his finger tips at your entrance. his breathing shallowed as he looked up at you while inserting his digits deep into your core. you became a mess as Matt continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them upwards expertly.
âfuck i could watch you like this foreverâ he panted
âmmmm feelsâssâso good, mattâ
âgod you donât know what youâre doing to me, maâ your walls clenched at the thought of his hard length. you reached down between your bodies and palmed at his crotch. he let out a groan. his impressively large hard on throbbed under your touch, straining against his pants.
âoh my god, y/nâ he mumbled, closing his eyes. youâd never seen anyone look so sexy before.
âMatt, I want youâ you gasped, without thought. his eyes flickered open, his pupils were blown.
âAreâare you sure?â he said, struggling to breathe.
âIâm sureâ Matt reached to untie his drawstring. you watched him, closely, as he loosed his pants and lowered them. your mouth watered at the sight of his large rock hard dick slapping against his stomach, the tip already dripping precum. he leaned back over you and began to line himself up with your entrance. nerves shot through your body.
âwait mattâ
âwhat? whats wrong? should i stop?â he said, looking up at you with worry
âNo, no definitely not, iâi justâi havenât done this before?â
âOhâ he said smiling with relief
âAre you sure you want to? we can wait iâm fine to wait. i donât wanna do anything youâre not ready forâ
âNO!â you said a little too eagerly âI really want toâ you finished shyly
âOkayâ he chuckled. He realigned himself and gave you a gentle kiss
âThis is probably gonna hurt a bit, okay? we can stop any time you want toâ you nodded and he began to push his tip slowly into your entrance. you cried out at the feeling of him stretching your insides so much. he paused for a moment.
âdo you want to stop?â he said sweetly
âNo. keep goingâ you said wincing. he pushed himself to the base of his cock and moaned at feeling you completely around him. he slowly began to slide himself in and out of your pussy. the pain started to turn into pleasure.
âgo faster, matty, pleaseâ he listened and began to pick up his pace, creating a delicious rhythm and hitting your sweet spot deep inside of you with each thrust. you let out a string of curses and cries at the sensation.
âfuck you feel so good around my dick, babyâ
âoh god donât stopâ
âyou like that, sweet girlâ
âyesâfuck yesâi like it so muchâ
âyouâre so fucking perfect, princess. god i love being inside of youâ
âMattâoh my godâfuckâIââ you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach as your buildup started to reach its peak.
âyou gonna cum, sweetheart?â Matt lowered one of his hands to press on your lower stomach, where he was deep inside of you. your vision began to blur.
âLet go, baby. Cum for for meâ your hearing buzzed and you saw flashes of white as you came undone. Your walls clenched around Mattâs cock causing his thrusts to become sloppy.
âfuck, gorgeous iâm closeâwhere do you want me toââ he panted out
âjust keep going, mattyâ you cooed still coming down from your high
âwhâyou-you sure?â he questioned fighting off his release
âyes, donât stop. keep going for meâ
âoh my ffuâgod-yesâanything for youâ he stuttered
âfuck baby iâm gonna cumâ
âyeah? cum inside me, matty, pleaseâ
âOH GOD FUCK Y/Nâ
âi wanna feel you cumâ
âOHâIM CUMMINGâOH FUCKââ Matt cried out thrusting into you, wildly. He halted deep inside you as he released hot spurts of his cum into your core. he collapsed, panting heavily. after a moment, he pulled out and quickly leaned back down to give you a kiss before reaching to grab you your shirt. you smiled at each other, sheepishly, as you got redressed. he pulled you tightly against him and ran his hand down the back of your head, soothingly.
âHow was that?â
âPerfectâ you mumbled into his chest, breathing him in.
âYeah?â he chuckled into your hair. you nodded.
âIâd say so too.â he said.
âIâve always dreamed of getting to hold you like thisâ he whispered
âreally?â
âmhmâ
âme tooâ he paused for a moment
âwhat would you think of maybe being something where we could always be like this?â
you pulled away to look at him and he grinned at you. you pulled him in for the biggest kiss you muster.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
why am i gonna cry? WHY CANT THE MEN I MAKE UP IN MY HEAD BE REAL.
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Talismen: Beginnings
Nicky emerges with an arcane artifact after a bewildering trip through an impossible shop. In wishing his boyfriend was more confident in himself Nicky performs irrevocable and accidental magic upon the world, building his new form and dulling his mind.
And I'm back! Here's the first story of my planned CYOA series, a little long but I love how it turned out! I'll be posting the poll for Part two on Sunday, the 1st of December, the planned options are at the end of the story and it'll only last a day so if you want to take part be on the lookout! At any rate, hope you enjoy and happy to write for you once more! -Occam
It was barbarian weekend at the renaissance festival. Nicky was dressed as a wizard and his boyfriend, Simon, had long planned to go on theme and dress as a barbarian. Though as the day neared and Simon anxiously stared at his decidedly standard figure in the mirror, he instead opted to just throw on a cloak and call it a day. Arriving at the fair the pair, as expected of the theme, find themselves surrounded by burly men clad in kilts with faux fur draped atop chests beyond impressive.
Gawking at hot men is of course par for the course of this kinda event but Nicky canât help but read the shame and embarrassment creeping into Simonâs expression as he takes in the festivities. When they eventually step into a tavern for a breather Nicky checks in, âHeyyy babe? Everything good? Seem kinda down-â Simon shakes his head and forces a smile, âDonât worry about me B, Iâm aces!â He tosses a wink out for good measure before pointedly changing the topic, âSo what was it you said youâre looking to grab this year?â
Nicky narrows his eyes for half a moment wondering if he should push or challenge his clearly sulking boyfriend before deciding to let the sleeping dog lie for now, âMmmm, I donât know actually? Probably just an accessory for the costume? Oh! Or maybe some dice?â Simonâs expression changes into a more genuine smile as he grabs at Nickyâs arm and massages it, âWell hereâs an idea. Weâre right by the dice shop yeah? Howsabout we split up. Iâll grab us some beers and you go check out the offerings. Meet back here?âÂ
Wordlessly agreeing, Nicky leans in for a kiss and relaxes at Simon seemingly perking up. Heading off with a nod, Nicky exits the tavern, preventing him from seeing his boyfriendâs facade fade once more as he contemplates getting a drink or two ahead of his partner before his return from the shops.Â
Under the impression that Simon has cheered back up, Nick is off to the races. Dice shop just across the way he begins his short trek when suddenly thereâs a buzzing in the back of his mind. The sounds of the crowd around him eerily fade as if his ears are waterlogged, he shakes his head from the sudden discomfort and takes a moment to see if anyone else seems to be affected. Before heâs able to inspect his fellow festival-goers he is shocked to see a strange shop heâs never seen before.
Nestled in between a printing press and some soap store Nicky furrows his brow and wonders how heâs possibly missed the shop before now. Heâs been coming for years and knows the layout of the festival like the back of his hand. After waiting a few seconds to see if anyone else is entering he takes a cautious step forward and trips as his body tries to take another without his intent. Nicky blushes as he bumps into a brawny barbarian who laughs him off and ruffles his hair, âWatch where yer -urp goin dude huhuh!â Nicky nods an apology and reflexively takes another backwards step towards the apparently new shop. In a sudden need for an expedited retreat from embarrassment, Nicky quickly rushes towards the door and away from the man bumped who eyes him taking a large swig from a tankard.Â
He hasnât the chance to notice that each step towards the shop that should not be there is quicker than the one that came before. In no time at all he tears open the door and is inside the quaint cluttered shop. While his eyes adjust from the bright fall day behind him, he takes in the scene as well as he can. The small space is filled with some bitter herbal scent and the air seems to crackle with something similar to static. Nicky of course attributes the strange prickle on his skin to nerves and continues browsing the curious shop.
Thereâs no real discernible theme to the shop, really it seems to be more of an antique store than anything else. In any normal situation Nicky would have already dipped back out, but something in the back of his mind keeps pulling him in deeper. Walking past strange dolls and stranger bottled liquids, the almost ticklish sensation continues to assail him with unconscious step forward. His spacial awareness tells him he has wandered further than should be possible but itâs almost as if he has no option to continue forward. Coming up on a curtained doorway Nickyâs hands move as if possessed to part the blinds and his eyes finally lay upon what supernatural, impossible thing must be drawing him inward.Â
It would be the perfect accessory for his costume. It would be the perfect accessory to put on and never take off again. It will be perfect. It will be his. He needs it more than anything. His eyes shine with the ruby tinges reflecting off the talisman as he inches towards the pedestal it lies upon. His hand reaches towards the object of his desires and burns as the prickling sensation comes to a head. He grimaces as it turns to an almost boiling heat before his fingers touch it and the impossibly intense sensation instantly disappears. Nicky jumps due to the sudden almost atmospheric change and before recovering he almost has a heart attack as who must be the shopkeep shouts from behind him, âHELLO HELLO YOUNG NICHOLAS!âÂ
Nicky scrambles to hide behind the pedestal and inspect the mystery man, his vision momentarily tinged scarlet. As the twinges of whatever static sensation filled him moments ago begin to fade totally, he finds himself suddenly able to realize how strange everything about this is. He gulps as he sees a man dressed as a campy wizard adjusting his glasses, âWell it seems you found what you were looking for eh old sport?â Nicky looks down at the still shimmering necklace in his hands, stuttering incoherently as his mind races to understand.Â
In the half second his eyes were off the wizardly shopkeep, the man has crept up behind once more. Now throwing an arm around Nicky he helps him to his feet and begins leading away from the curtained room, âHup hup- Now you must be very careful with your words now young Nicholas. Do tell Simon I said hello hm?â Nicky again looks at the necklace in hand and, hanging to the rational world by a thread, inquires, âP- Pay? Did I pay for this?â The wizardly man laughs and pats him on the back, âOh donât you worry ah ha ha! Hah.â The wizardly man winks, though even doing so there is an after image of a red eye staring into and through Nicky. The younger man opens his mouth to question the clearly mystic magus of the artifact and his intentions though before he gets a chance the wizard shouts.
âDo have fun at the festival my boy!â with that he brusquely pushes Nicky forward and he finds himself outdoors by a printing press and soap shop. Fearful of turning around to see there is no store there Nicky looks down to find himself wearing the talisman. Grabbing at it he finds the same sensation that filled him minutes ago, though muted. Pleasant. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he is again bumped into, this time by someone whose vision is clearly obscured by a mask, âSho- Shorry!â Nicky sighs and apologizes, though the physical sensation and awkwardness brings him back to reality. Shaking off anxiety and pushing down whatever it is just happened he heads off to meet his boyfriend at the tavern.Â
Returning to find Simon housing his third ale, Nicky quickly downs his own to distract from the strange anxiety that remains persuasive in spite of their reunion. Wishing for distraction, it comes swiftly and in short order the pair are out and about enjoying all the festivities that the faire has to offer, various sloppy meats on a stick, bird shows and jesters, and a firework show to cap it all off. The day soars by in short order and Nicky, wanting to forget about his encounter in that place that wasn't, does just that with shocking, almost supernatural, ease. In fact anything Nicky seems to desire almost falls at his feet. With but an imperceptible red shine in his eyes Nicky finds himself wanting for nothing. The same could not be said for his boyfriend.
After sobering up, his dour jealousy for the superior male form returns and as much as Simon tries to hide it from Nicky, the long day has dulled his ability to disguise anything from his boyfriend. On the long walk back to the car Nicky initially avoids bringing it up, but after an eventful day of getting just about everything he desires, he canât help but try and get to the root of Simonâs sour attitude. âCan you just tell me whatâs up babe?â Groaning as he unlocks the car door the weary man answers, âItâs nothing Nick. Iâm just- UGH! I wish I wasnât so self-concious or had actually gone to the gym or-â turning to see Nickyâs puppy dog eyes for not realzing his discomfort Simon groans and apologies, âDonât worry itâs fine, I um, I had fun!â
Mind flashing back to the barbarian costume that Simon ultimately decided not to wear, love for his boyfriend overwhelms him and he reaches out to hold his loverâs free hand. Hidden underneath his own cloak, Nickyâs talisman flashes red as the sticky staticky sensation returns stronger than it had been even in the shop. He doesnât whisper or even coherently think the words as he immediately drifts off to sleep in the passenger seat, but the intention is more than enough for the die to be cast. I wish Nicky had more confidence. I wish he was less self-conscious. I wish he was proud of his body.Â
Subconscious wish made Nickyâs ruby red eyes remain closed as he falls into an incredibly deep sleep, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts. He squirms slightly behind the wheel as he suddenly feels warm. Mind too muddled to wallow he feels every inch of his body suddenly buzzing with energy, as if an espresso was being dripped into his veins. Looking at his sleeping boyfriend his thoughts shift immediately from self-criticism and body dysmorphia to a lustful, almost primal hunger for his mate. Nickyâs hand still burning hot on his own despite the blaring aircon, he fights the urge to bring the sleeping manâs hand to his cock as it begins to stir.Â
Before theyâve even left the parking lot Simon is overwhelmed with a lust for his partner stronger than anything he has felt in some time. Hitting the open road he chews his lip to distract from his cock doing its best to pop the seam in his pants, constantly heâs choking down horny grunts and groans to prevent the sleeping Nicky from waking up. Arriving at their shared home, he struggles to gracefully exit the car with his rod standing firmer than he assumed it could. Eventually making it out, he goes to pick up his still sleepy passenger.Â
With a great deal of effort, Simon successfully stills his hips and quiets his lusts to pick up his sleeping suitor. Baring the urges of his body he realizes that the task is far easier than it should be, Nickyâs not heavy but- Any further inquisition is stilled as he reflexively takes a deep breath of his sleeping lover and is promptly overwhelmed. Nickyâs floral shampoo and deodorant mix with b.o. from an unseasonably warm day in the sun and Simon doesnât have the strength to quiet the grunt that erupts from him as his cock throbs and prods Nicky in the back.Â
Eyes blearily open as the sleeping wizard stirs and stretches in the arms of his lover. âWha? Si?â The self-conscious Simon, embarrassed at waking up his boyfriend quickly puts him down. He blushes as Nicky steadies himself on his arms, still yawning he chastises his boyfriend for letting him fall asleep, âYou didnât *ahwn* didn haf to do tha babe, *awh*â Rubbing his ruby-tinged eyes he canât quite make out the finer details of his boyfriend, but he would swear heâs looking further up than he usually does to make eye contact. Simon waves him off, âItâs fine, Iâm not even tired really.âÂ
Leaning down to give him a hug, Simon angles his head into Nickyâs nape he takes another deep breath, this time not even trying to mute the groan that spills forth, âMMmhm, yâknow now that youâre up the nightâs still youngâŠâ Nicky tilts his head before understanding as Simonâs cock throbs once more into his abdomen, shaking off the sleep Nickyâs own package begins to stir as he leads his partner into their home, âWell now that you mention it~â
Nicky starts disrobing when Simon grabs his hand, some small amount of discomfort hiding in his expression as he asks, âWould you mind if I, um, topped? This time?â Nicky tilts his head before nodding cheerily, âfeeling frisky huh?â Nicky performatively poses before seemingly doing some mental math and continuing, âitâs been a minute haha! Let me just hop in the shower real quick and then weâll have some fun!â
Already feeling like heâs overstepping Simon doesnât mention his desire for Nicky to not shower. Something feral need within him forces forward an urge to tackle and fuck then and there but he pushes such thoughts down and waits as patiently as he can. Preparing to bottom on such a short notice, Nicky quickly strips and his eyes land upon the talisman hanging from his neck once more. Pursing his lips he goes to take the necklace off, though as his fingers clasp the chain he shivers as it sends a sensitive pang searing through him. Why would he take it off. Feeling immediately more alert and needy, Nicky swiftly hops in the shower to prepare for some fun.
Outside the bathroom his boyfriend taps his foot anxiously, sending a deep, impatient echo through the room. Irritated at the sound he stands and quickly disrobes himself. After getting the cloak off, the room is filled with slight groans of effort as he struggles to get off his shirt. Itâs almost stuck to his skin? Probably from sweat he thinks but each time he wrenches it up it only frees about an inch more room. His irritation prevents him from noticing how it decidedly hugs new weight on his chest or cuts into apparently thicker biceps.
The sound of the shirt straining fills the room and he grinds his teeth as the prospect of being stuck in the top any longer is unbearable. His hands stretch longer and strain shifts to tearing as he rips the tunic off with a grunt. Exposed to the open air is a sweaty body far more impressive than when the man struggled to get ready that morning. Looking at the torn shirt in his hand he blushes as his eyes trail up his forearms and stare at a bicep thatâs begging to be flexed.Â
Stepping out wearing only a towel and his talisman, Nicky smiles as he stares at Simon appreciating his arms, âCouldnât have waited for me to put on the show huh?â Simon turns to see his boyfriend drop the towel and he loses control. Any sign of intelligence in his eyes vacates as he manhandles the man onto the bed. For his part Nicky assumes this to be roleplay, almost giggling from delight as the typically meek man ragdolls him onto the bed. Drool leaks from Simon's maw as he grunts and groans, struggling to free the throbbing package still trapped in his shorts.
Being straddled, Nick takes the chance to carefully observe his boyfriendâs body, appreciating the view that he seldom gets. For the life of him he doesnât understand why Si got so worked up, with arms like that and a chest- or? When did he start working out actually? Nicky frees a hand to touch the manâs powerful torso and Simon shivers, reflexively rutting into him as his cock growing even harder sends the sound of fabric straining through the room. Heâs decidedly firmer, heavier. Nicky sees hair begin to grow on the manâs chest and his mind for half a second hears the echoing laughter of a man he wished to forget. Though thereâs no time to think as Simon goes for the tried and true method of just ripping his clothes off.
Eyes wide with wonder, Nicky watches as biceps bulge larger with each tug, shoulder span expanding as his hands yank and tear. His mouth falls open as he sees a cock clearly larger than the one that he knows Simon to have. Gulping as he realizes heâs agreed to take this dick that stretches up to his sternum, Nicky blushes and Simon smirks as he leans down to snarl or whisper something in his loverâs ear.Â
Nicky feels pre dripping onto his chest as the larger man leans down, his arms land to either side of the man exposing pits dripping with sweat and just before he speaks or growls, the talisman flashes red. Eyes focused on each other neither man sees some shard of light go from the charm into Simon. His eyes roll back and close before he falls down onto Nicky. Immediately concerned for his love, Nicky struggles to shift the man off him and call for help before he hears Simon begin to snore. His body feels like a furnace atop Nickyâs, a cock still erect continues to throb into his stomach and gush pre in between the two of them. He feels patches of hairs thicker than Simon typically carries scratching him. Nicky tries to force the sleeping oaf off him before quickly tuckering himself out.
It was a long day after all. Nicky yawns as he sees the back of the man lying atop him. Itâs not right, too wide, too heavy. His ass is not that large his- ughh. With another shove to wake or move Simon, Nicky feels weariness truly overtake him and his scarlet eyes flutter. The sleeping man moves his arms to hug Nicky tight and the seemingly smaller man has no recourse but to give way, his sides tickled by patches of pit hair dripping with sweat. Nickâs head tips forward a few times as he struggles to stay awake though the sound of his loverâs new snores lull him to sleep.
In the morning Nicky wakes to find himself free from Simonâs grasp, though the manâs sweat stains leave a clear outline around him on the bed and his torso remains sticky from pre. His head aches with a hangover though after the faintest wish that it end, so it does. Groaning he gets to his feet and heads off to shower once more, en route he finds a note from Si: âheyyy babe woke up w so much energy!!! gonna go for a run or to the gym idk :) c u soon thooooo<3â Nicky rubs sleep from his eyes and reads the short note a few times over, âhmmm. Weird.â Shrugging he goes about his day as usual, cleaning up, brewing coffee, doing the crossword. Something in the back of his mind says he usually does this with Simon, but that canât be right? Heâd never want to do that. His eye twitches as unbeknownst to him, with each step further away his love has truly begun to change from his unintentional intentions into a man who will never feel shame again.
Simon doesnât know why he feels so compelled to get up and at âem. For years he has given himself ultimatums, scheduled gym sessions, dieted and done his best, but there has not been a moment in his life where he has felt more drive, more purpose than his flight from their shared bed. Itâs like heâs a new man with nothing on his mind but getting some meat on his bones. He barely had the wherewithal to leave a note for his lover, as is clear by the lack of eloquence.
Nor is that the only aspect askew from Simonâs typical self. As his anxiety at being perceived shirtless may suggest, the man is always conscious of how he looks. Rarely does a day go by without Simon giving himself a painstaking once over in front of the mirror, be it applying makeup or designing an outfit. To simply throw on a tshirt and leave without even rinsing his face is anathema, and yet after doing just that and throwing on his boyfriendâs sneakers, finding his own far too tight, heâs out the door well before the sun begins to rise.Â
His feet fall heavy on the sidewalk as his shabby outfit soon enough finds itself straining. Grimacing at the constriction it becomes clear that these clothes are far too tight and getting tighter with each step it seems. Nevertheless he presses onward until there is stinging pain from his feet struggling against their binds. While heâs been content to ignore or misinterpret the sounds of his own tshirt beginning to fray, as well as the pain that such constriction entails, he doesnât want to ruin Nickyâs shoes. And so scrambling for somewhere to sit down he hops on a bench and begins to struggle with the laces.
Simonâs toes struggle against frontal fabric while the shoesâ tongues press into laces that simply must be cutting into the tops of his feet. Simonâs mind is clearly slowing down as he takes a few seconds too long to simply watch his feet expand beyond containment before, with a gasp, pain jogs him into action. At first he goes to untie them before heâs unable to recall precisely how to do that. Immediately switching to the task already begun by his growing feet he reaches in and simply tears each shoe in two.
His arms bulge with the effort involved in splitting them in twain, biceps that never were begin to appear and push his short sleeves to their limit as new muscle presses onto his chest. Looking down at his hands, decidedly more masc, the man can do nothing but observe his new form as it begins to extol an untenable price on his mind. With each new manly aspect so too will the cogs of his mind continue to slow.
Looking at his boyfriend's shredded shoes, Simon is immediately guilty though he releases a contented sigh as his feet flex free from their confines. His newly one track mind is then thrown off-course and his eyes narrow at the feet bare on cold concrete. They were not simply chafing or something reasonable of the sort, they are too big. Theyâre larger than his shoes and seem to still be growing larger. And wait- Why did he leave the house without wearing socks!?Â
Simon shakes his head to try and focus on one question at a time, though before peace comes there is a searing pain from his legs as his changes continue upward. Calves burst from his bony legs while athletic shorts are clearly strained by thighs that any man would kill for. Thick, perhaps barbarous, curls begin to issue forth from any pore exposed as he clutches with his newly thicker hands into muscle still hardening, still pumping larger.Â
Grunting loudly, Simon falls off the bench as ever spreading changes spread towards his glutes. His pert ass hardens and grows to a size that would attract attention no matter what he wears to try and hide it under. His whole lower body cramps with growth as his legs extend, wider feet scratching into dirt as calves and thighs lengthen while his pulse continues to race from the shock of this impossible transformation. Struggling with the new weight of self, his rougher hands pressed into the ground his duller mind is unable to reconcile what is happening to him with reality. The sound of blood rushing through his ears mutes the world around him and at the slightest lapse he simply forgets.
âWhy am I on my hands?â Through bleary eyes he stares at hands too wide, fingers longer and thicker. He trails upward and almost scoffs as he sees forearms and biceps not nearly as defined as they should be, after another moment mouth agog he guffaws as he presumes to have put one and one together, âOh ahuhuh- I must be workinâ out here?â Licking his lips as he is filled with an otherworldly surge of energy, Simon gets started following one of the most common impulses that is to evermore make itself at home in his mind. He starts doing some push ups.
Immediately do his biceps burn with effort as they put on weight at an impossible rate. Simon grunts with the effort of taking the wheel and commanding his body to be more powerful. His heart pounds in his chest as, just like every piece of fabric before, his shirt quickly gives way outright to the progress of growth. To the strengthening of self. With each dip towards the earth his pecs come closer to touching the cold soil before bouncing as his powerful arms rocket him back upwards with precision.Â
Simon continues exercising until his arms burn as numb as his new, slower mind. Not only does muscle continue to pack on with every punch upwards, but his impressive form is just as quickly patterned with burgeoning body hair. Sweat drips down onto a chest rapidly peppered with curls and steams off a back which holds hair slowly rising from his lightly furred ass. Sweaty steam trails upwards from widening shoulders and bulky traps into the cold autumn air as heavy breath mists from behind gnashing teeth. Nowhere does the hair grow thicker than under his powerful arms as a jungle of hair grows outward from his pits and sends distinct trails of sweat down his trunk like biceps and across his hulking pecs.
Body hair and brawn are not the only decidedly improved aspects of the man either. Just as he continues to pack on muscle with each thrust upwards, so too is his crotch pulled closer to the ground with every descent. His briefs struggle against a package rapidly growing beyond any tenable containment. Balls bulge larger to supply his impressive form with the hormones required for the growth he demands of it, pubes cascading upward and outward as they strive to assert that Simonâs masculinity shall never be in question.Â
So too does his cock throb and push against the confines of his underwear enough to be plainly visible. Not only from growing erect as his heart races, but from expanding to be the most impressive rod either he or his lover have ever seen. With the slightest glance down to see his new cock, he smirks and shivers as he imagines topping Nicky with that beast.Â
This of course sends such a powerful surge of lust through him that the bulging cock immediately bursts free from the briefs outright, leaving him clad in nothing. His cock, now free, drips pre onto the earth as he continues working out a few moments longer in the buff, plain for anyone to see were the streets not thankfully empty. Guffawing to himself after thrusting his new cock into the ground a few times in the process of pushing up, Simonâs new bovine mind eventually realizes heâs fully nude and public and quickly stumbles to his feet. âOh shit huhuh-â He stands and scratches the back of his head and tries to plan some form of escape, in the process he flexes his bicep and canât help but smirk as he sees the veins bulging along its impressive length.
Feeling his still turgid cock bounce with every slight movement, he continues laughing before looking down to see shredded clothes scattered at his colossal feet. Seeing the pile of clothes outgrown, Simon does everything short of drooling as he for the first time takes in his new form. Massive hands trail across padded muscle as the urgency of covering his dick fades from his mind.Â
When his sweaty pecs begin to glimmer from the rising sun he is immediately thrown back into awareness of his active criminal behavior. Checking the coast is clear once more, he pauses for a moment wondering what the big deal is about public nudity before being chastised by some internal Nicky. Simon turns back to the bench and laughs dumbly as he sees his gym bag lying discarded.
Pouncing like an animal, he quickly tears into and retrieves shorts that will surely leave nothing to the imagination. Nevertheless he throws them on and grimaces as they tightly hug his ass and package. Seeing shirts thrown to the side he scratches his face and his face quivers as he feels stubble grace it for the first time. He purses his lips just to feel a moustache scratch his nose and absolutely disregards the idea that he needs a shirt. Why would he cover up anything beyond what is necessary. Surely the world would be more than grateful at the chance to see his form he asserts, bouncing his pecs and chuckling as he does so.
Finding himself with nothing to do besides appreciate how built he truly is now, Simon uses his phone as a mirror to inspect every angle and uses whatever sparing space in his mind to keep track of the best ones. The massive man shivers as the sweaty steam rising from him briefly glimmers red, making it clear that Nickyâs will has been enacted on his lover and announcing the fulfillment of his will. Nevermore will he be self-conscious, quite the opposite in fact. As morning commuters begin their grind many offer a passing glance to the by all accounts himbo drooling at his own reflection, and never does one escape without receiving a wink or flex from the man.
When a pair of jocks eye him with jealousy on the way to class he holds back laughter, the idea that not twenty-four hours ago he was just like them, smaller even, is inconceivable to the new man. Though to be fair, much now lies beyond the realm of conceivability for the man. He thinks about offering some tips to the pair though refrains as something needles him far, far in the back of his simple mind. There was something he was supposed to do yeah?
Furrowing his brow in as deep a concentration as he can muster, Simonâs eyes close and his hands clench at his head as he tries to think. Laundry? Huhuh as if- Meal prep? Then why would he be out here? Simon starts groaning in frustration and tapping his larger, still bare, foot on the sidewalk. Ephemeral ideas he might have latched onto in a life before this one drift past before he gives up and sits down, crossing his arms. The bench creaks under his new weight as he almost petulantly reclines, head back and eyes blank.
Suddenly he jolts up and almost hits himself for not doing the obvious straight away. Obviously Nickyâll know what to do! His clumsy hands struggle to get his phone from the pocket of his shorts and he smiles at the lock screen, a picture of Nicky being smothered by his massive arms. Simon then squints and bites his tongue in concentration as now even this requires some degree of effort. Quickly enough he dials up his beau and almost vibrates from the excitement of hearing his voice.Â
Back at home Nicky is playing a game though squeezes the phone in his headset as he sees Simon calling, âHey baby? Whatâs up, early start today huh?â Would that he had a tail to wag, Simon laughs and answers, âha uhhh, yeah somethinâ like that- uhhhhh. Yo did you uh, know what I was planninâ on doing this morning?â Nicky tilts his head, for a moment he swears something is off with his boyfriendâs voice. Then his eyes go blank and his vision flickers red before, no itâs always been like that? Nicky swears something about his long hours at the gym over the years made him drop a few octaves but thatâs neither here nor there.Â
Nicky shakes off this small stupor, âYeah Si, you said you were going to the gym no?â an eye twitches, âyâknow, like usual?â Excitement once more sets fire in Simonâs veins as he nods and laughs at himself for forgetting such a simple routine, âAhhh what would I do without you babe huhuh!â He kisses his cellphone and winks at a woman walking her dog who was giving him a side-eye. âWell you have fun dude! Gonna go get a MASSIVE pump in!â Nicky wryly grins and rolls his eyes, âyou too, you too b, see you later-â With that he gets back to the game, intentionally ignoring the crimson buzzing at the back of his mind as both men set off to tackle the obstacles of the day, totally unaware of the lives they are to unintentionally change evermore.Â
Poll Results:
Grow up you asshole: 36.1%
Getting flamed in game Nickyâs clapback teaches a gamer to be a real man (Bear/Dilf TF)Â
Man you always play him: 22%
Well intentioned words bring his gamer friend far closer in mind, body, and spirit to his favorite character- Fictional character TF
Sorry for the backwash: 21.2%
Accidentally sharing a drink causes his himbofication to spreadÂ
Letâs get pumped: 20.7%
Simon finds work as a personal trainer and is far more effective than he has any right to beÂ
#male tf#muscle tf#mental change#dumber#reality change#hair growth#jockification#male transformation#masculinization#talismen
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wish you were sober
synopsis: in which you drunkenly confess to aventurine and he doesnât believe you, rather believing that heâs not worthy, less even deserving of your love. despite that, his insecurity, you're under the belief that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. love - something that you want to introduce to him and show him âwhat it means to love you.â
pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 2.3k (iâve gone insane) | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol; they're both drunk, insecure aventurine, unestablished relationship, they label themself as friends but reader barely knows anything abt him LMFAO, dual pov, DO YALL GET THE REFERENCE IN THE SYNOPSIS LMFAO??, rushed ending icl, half assed-ly proofread; oneshot
a/n: yesterday i listened to wish you were sober by conan gray and was like âdamn.. thisâd fit sundayâ but then i asked azul what he thinks cause i couldnât decide between su**day and <aventurine3. and they replied with that itâd be so much more angsty with aventurine (okay not quote on quote but you get the msg) and i dislike su**ay anyway!! so boom! (yâall are still getting another sunday fic..yay..ig.....)
tags: beloved @azullumi <3 and @cherieiu (stop punching me)
âi love you.âÂ
your confession doesn't come over as surprising for aventurine, he anticipated it. just like how the ebb awaits the flood, yearning for it but disappearing as soon as it arrives. missing out on each other for just a split second, as the other party sweeps and slips away from the grasp of the other. nevertheless aventurine is glued to his seat on the rich sofa.Â
colorful poker chips are splattered around the rich mahogany floor tiles, bottles of vodka and wine, some already with their cork removed and empty, others who haven't even been opened yet. a chandelier adorning the ceiling of the big room, its lightbulbs glowing dimly in the caliginous room, illuminating it.
one of the lamps flickers while the others continue to shine brightly - too brightly aventurine thinks, if he were to watch them any longer heâd feel like melting. the closer he got to you the sun, the deeper he'd fall into the bottomless pit he managed to crawl out of.
the room reeks of alcohol. is the temperature rising? he feels like every time the last number on the digital clock changes the warmer it gets. his blond bangs stick to his forehead and beads of sweat are running down his flushed cheeks - that answers his question.
itâs hot - humid even. he's not sure if he's able to bear the heat in this narrow atmosphere any longer. he tries to blow the sweat away by waving at his face with his hand, trying to cool off his face - a futile attempt. god, what's this a/c even good for, if it can't do it's damn job.
he opens his mouth with the intent of wanting to say that you're lying, that you shouldn't say stuff like that when you're drunk and that you'll regret later. but he doesn't, he refrains from doing so. instead he gulps down the words immediately, letter for letter. they're a bitter pillow to swallow. flowing down his throat like the wavering water running down a stream - intoxicating, similar to the alcoholic liquid you've downed.
the blond looks at you through half lidded eyes. you lift yourself off the ground, he takes notice that you have a hard time doing so, legs slightly trembling as you remove them from the floor tiles. (you've always been a lightweight he thinks)
as you make your way over to him, standing up and wanting to sit yourself next to him on the large black leather sofa. you clumsily bump against one of the almost empty shot glasses that still lies on the floor. tripping over the small glass as your foot comes in contact with it. the glass that still contained some of the red wine you've poured in, not too long ago, tumbles as easily as a domino tile, falling upon the smallest touch. making the flimsy piece immediately meet the ground.
it breaks into a few sharp shards and the remaining alcohol starts seeping out of it, staining your once white socks with crimson colored alcohol. âah mâsorry!â you mumble as you quickly bend down to gingerly pick up the fragments, placing them in the palm of your hand carefully, so that they won't cut you and leave slits.
aventurine takes another peek at you as you tidy up. your face is flushed, your cheeks tinted in a bright red and you let out incoherent sorrys, blabbering incomplete phrases. he wants to tell you that it's alright. that he feels the same and reciprocates yours feelings, that you don't have to apologize and he'll help you.
but he freezes.
the words that he wants to tell you, the ones he's been longing to say don't leave his mouth. neither does he move. instead he coughs, continuing to watch you while you clean up. a tissue has found its way into your right hand, helping you soak up the alcohol. (its his hand that should be intertwined with yours, not the tissue)
his throat hurts.Â
(he's not in the right mindspace to acknowledge if it's because of you - the unsaid words that he didn't reveal to you yet or because of the alcohol.)Â
it's dry and lacks any kind of refreshing liquid that'd quench the drought that occurs in his throat. he contemplates, thinking about the choices he has. swallowing down his own spit isn't worth it, it makes his throat burn even more.
he comes to the decision to pour himself another glass of alcohol. (debatably his worst decision until now.)
twirling the almost translucent liquid in his glass, before fully gulping it down in one go. a bit of the alcohol escapes the depths of his mouth, running down his chin and messily staining his porcelain-like skin.Â
he doesn't like the bitter taste, he can't seem to befriend himself with it. (neither can he befriend him with himself) although it's not the worst, he's just not able to find a reason to like it. after all, after a single sip it starts to sting as it enters his mouth.
the scent isn't great either, it smells strong, too strong for his liking, a scent that reeks of cleaning detergent and not to mention, it prickles on his tongue and burns as it slides down his throat when it makes its way into his blood. but there's one thing aventurine can't deny: it's efficiency.
it fulfills its purpose well making him lightheaded and dizzy, to the point of forgetting everything.
all sounds are drowned out. even the lame pop songs playlist you turned on because you insisted that âit'll set the right moodâ is barely audible for him now. his ears hurt hellish, he wants to put his hands over his ears to escape the white noise. the sound that plays in his ears is similar to the one of when an airplane starts boarding - an unpleasant noise.
the only sound that remains for aventurineâs slightly drunk state is your voice. it echoes through his ears. your drunk confession playing over and over in his mind like a broken record, anticipating the day it'll be fixed, so the misery it is in ceases.Â
his sloppy and sluggish movements - the way his hands tremble as he pours himself another glass, the nervousness that forms inside his body and the blush that spreads as quickly as a wildfire on his cheeks - they're tormenting him, and he blames none other than the alcohol for it.Â
âa drunk mind speaks a sober heart, drunk words are sober thoughts, when you're drunk you reveal your true desiresâ his ass. the both of you are just friends. friends that are acquainted through work, nothing more, nothing less. aventurine couldn't bear to lose his only friend, after all he's already lost everything.
(anything he'd never want to lose will eventually be lost. it is as if fate had decided that everything that is worth wanting, everything that he wants to have and keep, will be lost the moment he gets his fingers on it. to aventurine thereâs nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life that is full of anguish.)
his father whom he never got to meet, his mother and sister whom he was forced to leave behind and kakavasha, his younger self. all will be lost - everything was lost. if he wasn't careful now, one slip up on the thin ice or feet accidentally trampling over the floor full of eggshells, he'd not only lose himself in the process, but you too. his one and only friend.
crossing this line he set for himself, as he drew it along the earthy ground with his calloused fingers, trembling as they traced over the mud.
walking past the border that was created to keep everything and everyone distant from him, as he stood on the other side turning his back from the world, walking away and waving, to bid his goodbye from them.
the wall he built around him to shield him from the world, protecting everyone from the ugly thing that was kept inside , protecting himself from the people that only want to torment him.
forgetting all of these things, leaving them behind for you would mean showing you who he really was. a frail human being that hides himself behind a mask. the theater curtains revealing the person who played the role of the man who had called himself aventurine for the past years. placing him in the spotlight and giving the audience a show they'll never forget, like the fool he is.Â
aventurine doesn't think that he is loveable, that he's undeserving of love - your love.
you think that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. providing him with said love, embracing him and showing him how pure love can be.Â
the blond caught your eye right away. he was charming, funny and handsome. aventurine turned into your little work crush, your motivation to convince yourself just to see him.
the road was rocky and full of obstacles, set up by none other than aventurine. it gave you a better perception of who he really was and it intrigued you even more. why does he hide himself away from the world? why does he convince himself to not get anyone close to him even though he longs for the touch of another person? who is aventurine, really?
you can't answer any of these questions and neither are you certain if aventurine really can but that doesn't stop you. you continue to climb up all the way to know who he is, who the person you fell in love with really is.Â
love, is weird isn't it? it comes in all different shapes and forms.
if someone were to ask you why you like him, you wouldn't know how to answer, because neither do you know.
but nevertheless you still like him. why? how come you like someone that you don't even know, someone that is foreign to you, almost like a stranger. even though the both of you label yourself as âfriends.â
you're not sure what the color is that infuses his irises, he keeps them hidden beneath his glasses. despite that, you long to stare into his eyes and let all the plain and dull parts of your life get painted in the same colors of his hues. a color that brings you comfort and cures your sorrow. it's the hues that you want to stare at as you tuck a golden strand of hair behind his ear, in return he grants you a small but genuine smile.
a smile that you want to see more often, one that you want to keep for yourself.Â
as for his scent, every person has their own unique and special scent. you plead to the gods above that heâll let you bury your head into the crook of his neck and absorb his smell so it becomes the only scent that lingers around your nose.Â
there are so many more things that you want to know about him but you're unaware of. one might say that you're odd for liking - no, loving someone that you barely know.
a stranger, a foreign person whom you know little about to almost nothing about, is the person that you love. absurd isn't it? but love is weird, love can be pure and ridiculous, but it can also be painful and heart wrenching. love is a feeling that not only brings joy to oneself but also causes pain. but it's a feeling that you never want to get rid of - not until you introduced aventurine to it. showing him what love has to offer and has in store.
in the iridescent light aventurine remains to look as ethereal as ever. a scent of vodka lingers around aventurines figure, the smell is strong, but you couldn't care less. his hair is disheveled but nevertheless continues to shine in the dazzling light. he lets out a tiring yawn and you couldn't imagine aventurine any more beautiful than in this moment.
vulnerable and for your eyes only. making it unable for you to tear your gaze away from the sight before you.Â
he's like a shooting star, if you don't continue to watch and follow it and blink, even if it's just for a single moment - it's all over and you'll never see it again.Â
âstop looking at me like that.â aventurine mumbles quietly, almost whispering. upon hearing that, you make your way over to him, glass shards long forgotten as you place them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.
your arms reach out to aventurine, clutching your hands on his shoulders. your grip is sluggish but you don't falter and continue to hold him. âlike what?â your lips are slightly parted and your gaze is drowsy as you counter aventurine's question with a question of your own.
âlike that.â he placed the hand that just rested on his thigh, on your cheek, slightly caressing it. âyou're just gonna hurt the both of us if you keep this up any longer.â he's not sure where the boldness came from, he blames it on the alcohol once again; it finally seemed to kick in. Â
ââm not lyingâ you hiccup. tomorrow iâll tell you how much i love you, no matter if it's onceâ a cough exits your throat âor a hundred times.â the words that leave your mouth are slurred, they're incoherent and muddled up. your grip on his shoulder weakens, hands slipping off and head falling against his chest.
..did you seriously just black out?
aventurine can only sigh at that. a small smile finds its way onto his face. he snakes his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and hugging you with the remaining power he had left before falling asleep. guess there'll be a lot to unpack tomorrow but for now he allows himself to indulge in this shared moment between the two of you.Â
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e/n: hope yall enjoyed this as much as i hated writing this!! (i wanted to throw up) i acc hate how i wrote this. it's not as choppy as when i started writing it but it still feels so rushed and so idk.. anyway reblogs with comments are very much appreciated! >< ALSO that one paragraph written in brackets..guess whose speech it was inspired byyyyy (hint: bsd!!)
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|| Holding You Close, My Secret Comfort
- Sukuna x fem! Reader
Synopsis: On a cold, quiet night, the reader seeks warmth from Sukuna, who outwardly protests but inwardly relishes their closeness. As the reader drifts to sleep in his arms, Sukuna takes the opportunity to admire them, revealing a softer side that he keeps hidden.
Genre/ warnings: Romance, Fluff, Light Humor, no warnings just sukuna being mean
Note: in the recent events of this manz death I needed comfort
The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the light from the nearby lamp flickering gently against the walls. Sukunaâs maroon satin robe rippled as he moved, his every action deliberate and calculated. You watched him, eyes tracing the lines of his powerful form, and couldnât help but feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
He was getting ready for bed, the dayâs weariness beginning to settle into his bones, but you werenât quite ready to give up your moment with him.
âCan I stay close tonight?â Your voice was quiet, almost tentative, as if afraid he would deny you.
Sukuna paused, fixing you with a stern gaze. âNo.â
His response was blunt, but you were undeterred. A small pout formed on your lips as you tried again, more playfully this time. âBut itâs so cold⊠and Iâll keep my hands to myself, promise.â
He sighed, the sound deep and resonant, as if your request had some great inconvenience. âGet another blanket if youâre that cold,â he suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.
But instead of heeding his advice, you slid closer to him on the bed, your arms wrapping around his torso in a gentle embrace. Your head found its place on his chest, where the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart was a comforting presence. âThis is warmer,â you murmured, eyes closing as you snuggled deeper into his warmth.
Sukuna grumbled, his tone laced with mock exasperation. âYouâre like a leech. Canât you find something else to cling to?â
Your smile widened against his chest, your breath warm against his skin. âNope. Youâre all I want to hold.â
His silence spoke volumes. Sukuna could have easily shoved you away; could have insisted you sleep elsewhere, but he didnât. Instead, his large hands came to rest at your waist, his grip firm yet oddly comforting. He held you close, even as his words remained gruff and distant.
âDonât expect me to make this a habit,â he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, trying to maintain the facade of indifference.
You couldnât help but giggle, knowing full well he was bluffing. âI wonât⊠I love you,â you replied, a playful lilt in your voice. But both of you knew it was a lie.
He didnât respond, instead choosing to stare up at the ceiling, his mind a jumble of thoughts he couldnât quite articulate. He felt your breathing begin to slow, your body relaxing completely against his as you started to drift off to sleep.
Sukunaâs hands, once so rough and calloused, began to move in slow, soothing circles on your back. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he were afraid of waking you. The moments stretched into minutes, and he waited patiently for the even rise and fall of your chest that signaled you were deep in slumber.
When he was certain you were asleep, Sukuna finally allowed himself to relax. His usual scowl softened, and he tilted his head down to look at you, taking in every detail of your face. The way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the soft parting of your lips as you breathed, the way you seemed so at peace in his armsâhe found himself entranced by it all.
A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed at you. In these quiet moments, when the world was still and it was just the two of you, Sukuna let his guard down. He wouldnât dare show it while you were awake, but here, now, he could afford to be vulnerable.
His thumb brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his movements gentle and deliberate. You were beautiful to him, even more so when you were so blissfully unaware of his watchful eyes. The fierce, unyielding King of Curses felt something foreign stir within himâa warmth that had nothing to do with your shared body heat and everything to do with the strange affection he harbored for you.
As he continued to watch you, Sukuna couldnât help but marvel at how easily you had wormed your way into his heart, despite his best efforts to keep you at armâs length. The thought of you brought him an inexplicable comfort, a peace he hadnât known in centuries. And though he would never admit it, he cherished these quiet moments with you more than he cared to admit.
Finally, as the night wore on and the room grew darker, Sukuna pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips barely grazing your skin. âI love you too,â he whispered, his voice so low it was almost lost in the stillness of the room.
The words were filled with an affection he rarely showed, a rare glimpse into the depths of his true feelings. For a moment longer, he watched you, memorizing the way you looked in his arms, before he finally allowed himself to close his eyes.
With you in his arms, the world felt a little less harsh, a little less lonely. And as he drifted off to sleep, a small smile still playing on his lips, Sukuna silently vowed to keep this feeling safe, even if it meant pretending to be annoyed every time you asked to stay close. Because, in truth, there was nowhere else he would rather you be.
His death is making me wish for comfort
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there is so much that miguel oâhara wants to do with you that it worries him he wonât be able to complete it all in a lifetime.Â
he wants to see your face when he wakes up in the morning, the sun framing your body in such a way that he wonders if you truly are an angel on earth. he wants to spend evenings cooking with you, watching as you move around the kitchen with such grace as he helps along like a lovestruck fool as he follows all of your directions. he wants to clean the dishes and put them away only to see you using them a day later. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.Â
but miguel knows that with his lifestyle, almost all of that is impossible. he canât possibly suck you into his dangerous world on account of his selfishness, and he canât watch you get hurt. youâre perhaps the only good thing he has, and if he lost you, he might as well have lost his whole world.Â
so instead he shows it to you in a different way (seeing how heâs not always the best with words).Â
he presses hot kisses to your naked chest, eyes taking in your beauty, his ears taking in your ragged breathing. it reminds him that youâre human, and it reminds him that youâre his.Â
heâs so soft with you those nights he feels like everything is crashing. his large hands ghosting over your body, not wanting to hurt you with his strength. and even though you trust him, know that heâd never harm you the way he does his enemies, he stops, eyes glancing up at you to make sure youâre alright with it.Â
but on other nights, when he wants to show you just how much you mean to him, he goes animalistic.Â
he fangs are showing as he cry around his cock, his claws palming at your breasts, his loud moans mixing with yours as you arch your back so he could reach even deeper.Â
âfuck, just like that sweetheart,â he grunts dropping down so that he could suck on your neck, licking and biting at every inch of exposed skin he can. the necklace he bought you with his initials on it dangles across your tits, and his eyes darken with pride, âtake me jusâ like that, love you so much.âÂ
âyouâre so big!â you whine out, gripping at his large biceps, eyes shut with pleasure as little tears escape, falling own your cheeks as your mouth fall open.Â
âi know,â he assures you wiping the tears away as he kisses the corner of your mouth, his hips going at such a speed that he knows is inhuman, his cock hitting the spongy part inside of you that you love so much, making your toes curl as you press your chest up to his, âyouâre doing so well, yâknow that right, you know that i love you?âÂ
you nod helplessly, being fucked dumb as his balls slap against your ass, the sounds that filled the room sinful as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers digging into his dark curls as you bring him down for a kiss.Â
âfuck, youâre clenching down on me so hard, gonnaâ cum babe, hm?â he sucks a harsh breath in from between his clenched teeth, his abs flexing as he tries to control himself. but he feels his release coming, knowing he canât stop it, especially with the way youâre sucking him in.Â
if anybody saw, they might have said he fucks you like he hates you. with the way his relentless pace is set, but to you, you know itâs the exact opposite. his soft kisses he gives you after he sucks harshly on your neck is a giveaway, and the way he mutters you praise after praise is another.Â
âiâm gonna, mhh!â You cry out, squeezing around him as your walls spasm, coming around his length as you essence shine on his cock, a milky base surrounding around him as he hips stutter to a stop, pulling out s he finishes across your chest, his head thrown back in pure euphoria as the two of you come down from your high.Â
and if they saw the way he gently cleaned you up afterwards, carrying you to the bath he set up, theyâd take their words back. he may fuck you like he hates you, but damn does that man care for you because he loves you.Â
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His Favorite Person
Pairing: Librarian!Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Summary: You want to be more than friends with Ari.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Fluff, sweetness, friends to lovers (of sorts), Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @lovebittenbyevans requested Librarian AU, friends to lovers with Ari, and to dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff) with prompt #7 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You stood on your tiptoes to reach a book on the top shelf. You huffed out a breath and tried to stretch a little bit more, but your fingers barely skimmed the spine. It wouldâve been easier to ask for some help, but you didnât want to bother Ari. You bothered him enough during his shifts.
You shouldâve known he was only standing a few feet away, watching the display with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face. âNeed some help?â He asked.
Managing not to fall into the shelf from the slight scare, you pointed to the book you tried and failed to grab. âIf you wouldnât mind?â You asked, dragging your eyes from his chest to his eyes. It was like looking into a storm, but warmth lingered in a way that told you not to fear any destruction left in its wake. âPlease?â
Rugged was the word that came to mind whenever you glanced at him. A dark beard to match his long hair and jeans that showed off his large thighs, he even had the sleeves of his tight shirt rolled up so you could see his veins. The man could've easily passed for an adventurer instead of a librarian and you were certain he caught you staring at him more than once.
It wasnât polite to stare, but was it fair for him to be so good looking?
âDonât mind at all,â he said, plucking it from the shelf and placing it in your waiting hand. âYou couldâve just asked me to grab it from the start, but you just had to be stubborn.â
âI wasnât being stubborn,â you argued. He raised an eyebrow in response. âYou just have a lot to do and I didnât want to bother you,â you said, hugging the book to your chest.
âYou were being stubborn, youâve never once bothered me, and itâs part of my job to help.â Ari made a show of looking around, his silky hair flowing with the motion. âBut I guess youâre right. I have so much to do since itâs so crowded today,â he joked.
It wasnât a secret that the library was hit and miss in town. So many wanted their stories electronically and didnât appreciate the feel of a book in their hands. Ari did what he could though since he took over as head librarian. Between overseeing the daily operations and managing his employees, he took his job seriously. You had no doubt heâd bring a much needed spark back to the place.
âYeah, well, thanks for your help,â you said.
âAnother romance novel, huh? Didnât you just bring one back today?â
Your face grew warm before you nodded. Of course, heâd notice that. âYou know me,â you mumbled, hugging the book tighter.
He took a step closer, searching your face with a gentle gaze. âHey, thereâs nothing wrong with reading what you love.â
There was no judgement in his eyes and that made the corner of your lips lift in a smile. âI appreciate that.â
Being single, reading books like that allowed you to dive into various worlds and experience love. You could immerse yourself and imagine having a partner who would not only overcome obstacles with you, but would ensure that there would be a happily ever after. In a world often dark and negative, the escape gave you hope that one day you'd manage to find someone who could love you so deeply. You didn't want to think that romance only existed in books.
If only you were brave enough to take a chance and ask Ari out.
âOh, I almost forgot to tell you,â you began, walking beside him to head to the front desk. He took up a good portion of the aisle with his beefy frame and you had to tell yourself again not to stare. âI spoke with my boss about adjusting my hours and they approved it! I can do Story Time on Tuesdays.â
âThatâs great!â The smile on Ariâs face was worth moving your schedule around. âI really appreciate you doing that for me. I owe you one.â
You wished you wouldâve teasingly suggested a date as a form of payment, but you shrugged. âYou donât owe me anything. Youâre my friend and thatâs what friends do,â you said, cringing inwardly. It sounded lame to your ears.
âYeah. Friends.â His smile faded slightly as he walked around the counter. âJust this book today, right?â He asked, slipping into his professional tone. Still pleasant to hear, but a touch of the usual warmth was gone. Like you were just like every other person who walked into the library.
âYeah,â you replied, passing over your library card. âDid I say something wrong?â You added, your voice barely above a whisper.
âNo, you didnât,â he said, his large hand placing your card on top of the book. He passed it over to you and you couldnât ignore the jolt of electricity that moved through you when your fingers touched. âWhy would you think that?â
âItâs justâŠâ Putting him on the spot wasnât your intention and you didnât want to point out his slight change in demeanor. âYou do consider us friends, right?â
You didn't have a lot of close friends, but you considered Ari to be one of them. At the very least, he was friendly with you. It was possible that you read things wrong. Engrossing yourself in one too many books couldâve blurred your version of reality.
âOf course, I do. Youâre my favorite person,â he replied. You leaned on the counter with a relieved and dopey smile at his statement. Were you really his favorite person? âBut just because youâre my favorite person doesnât mean I have to be yours.â
âBut you are my favorite person,â you blurted out, covering your mouth when your voice echoed. âSorry,â you added in a hushed whisper. It was a library. You needed to be somewhat quiet.
He chuckled and leaned on the counter, too, his eyes zeroed on you. âOh, I am, am I? So, you don't actually come here to borrow romance novels. Youâre just really looking for an excuse to see me.â
Your heart pounded, but you took a breath to keep your cool and hopefully not make a fool out of yourself. âI come here for the books and to see you, Ari,â you said carefully, the corner of your lip twitching in a smile. âBut you obviously want to see me, too, otherwise you wouldnât have asked me to do Story Time.â
âWell, yeah,â he smirked before softly adding, âSeeing you is the best part of my day.â
How did your knees not buckle? âIt is?â
âYeah, it is.â He smiled, almost to himself. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou just did, but you can ask me another question,â you teased.
He stretched across the counter a bit more. âIf I'm your favorite person and you're mine, why haven't we gone on a date?â
For a moment, it felt like the room sucked up all the oxygen. Breathing should've been natural to do, but you couldn't inhale as you stared at him. Glancing down at the book to get your bearings, it dared you to take a chance. A leap of faith. With a deep breath, you did.
âBecause I've been waiting for you to ask me out and you haven't yet. And I've been too chicken to ask you myself,â you replied. You regretted the words the moment he stood up straight, his expression unreadable. He didnât actually want that, did he? âIâm sorry. Forget I said that. Please.â
A second passed and his lips slightly parted, but he didn't speak. His silence said it all. Nodding with a heavy heart, you turned to walk away from the counter. You could lick your wounds later as you read another happily ever after.
âShit. Wait.â Ari moved with impressive speed to block your path, his grip gentle on your arms to stop you. âDid you mean it? You really want to go on a date with me?â
You nodded. âYeah, I do, but I understand if-â
âThank fuck,â he sighed, your eyes rounding at his words. âIâve been wanting to ask you out for days and I got worried there for a moment with the âfriendsâ comment that you didn't want anything beyond friendship.â
Your stomach did somersaults. Ari liked you. He wanted to ask you out. God, you almost ruined things before they started. âIâm sorry I worried you, but trust me. I'm very interested in you, Ari,â you smiled, forgetting you were in the library as you stepped closer. âAnd if you ask me, some of the best romances come from friendships.â
âThey do.â He smiled back, his cerelain eyes lit up like yours. âAnd our story will be more romantic than any of those books youâve been reading.â
Biting your lip, you watched as his gaze dropped to your mouth. What would it feel like if he bit your lip? âI donât know. Thatâs a pretty tall order.â
He brought his mouth to your ear. âIâm a very determined man,â he whispered. No doubt he felt you tremble in his grasp. âSaturday night?â
âItâs a date.â
A date and the beginning of your love story.
We know this man would plan the perfect date, right? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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What if just to get Bruce on her side Daughter reader begrudgingly starts being really affectionate it to him and treating him like an actual father just so she won't have to interact all that much with her "siblings"? Except for like maybe Cass, she really likes Cass. But here's the concept; Daughter reader starts falling asleep on Bruce during gala's, parties, and hell even at the manor randomly just so he knows she's not doing it for show.(She is but it's literally all the time and through his delusional mind he'd probably think its her showing real affection.) She might even whine when a "sibling" tries taking her away from her "Father" to bond. She'll say something along the lines of, "But I want to hang out with dad." then hug Bruce's arm, or waist, or anything of his in her reach. Just a thought though. Thank you for reading!!!
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Cassandra Cain, the favorite siblingâąïž
She probably starts doing this when she is in junior high, it is honestly embarrassing to have her brothers and sisters clinging to her like she is a favorite stuffed animal. It was embarrassing enough to have Damian grab her hand and drag her through the school halls when it is time to go home, all of her classmates stared at her while her brother treated her like she was five. Or there was the time Dick picked her up like a baby and swung her around, she was twelve.
Bruce is just mostly normal, he is strict but the way he treats her is fairly normal besides we she breaks a rule (which is an extremely large number of rules, but they are to keep her safe). She is his daughter and all he wants to do is protect her and be in her life after her mother raised her away from him for a large part of her childhood, but she made it clear from the get go that isnât something she wanted, so when she just happens to lean against him at a charity event instead of her mother he is just a little bit suspicious, itâs in his nature after all.
It starts at parties and the press has a field day with Bruce Wayneâs little princess being carried by her father and falling asleep while the socialites of Goth coo over her.
Then at the manor she falls asleep on his lap of while he is meeting with Lucius Fox, and the older man laughs, not knowing the daughterâs true relationship with her father, telling him that they donât stay this small forever.
Then it comes to be that she is clingy up until she goes on patrol and he even breaks his rule to let her into the Batcave while he and the others get ready to head out, letting her sit down nearby while they gear up. Then she manages to slip under his cape while they are reviewing active cases and footage. He almost forgets sheâs there for a bit until itâs time to leave and he feels her weight against his leg when he goes to move. It is fine it he is a little late to patrol if he is tucking her into bed.
Bruce Wayne is the worldâs greatest detective, he knows this is just an act, but an actual is better than having her push him away every waking moment, so at least this way they both get they want to an extent, he gets daughter even if she is playing pretend, then she gets her so called siblings off her back even if she is trapped.
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In the Bleak Midwinter - Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader
Follow up piece to:
Outside Looking In
Synopsis: Caught out in the cold, you offer Nam-Gyu a place to stay
It was freezing tonight, the coldest January on record in at least 5 years. There were several weather warnings in effect, and ice and snow covered the city streets. Nam-Gyu sat in his winter parker, the hood pulled round his face, his hand stuffed into the pockets for warmth. Heâd hardly sold any tickets tonight, most people preferring to stay hunkered down in the warmth instead of battling the elements for some overpriced cocktails and loud music. Still, he battled on, approaching those crazy enough to be out in the cold. He was knocked back again and again, but he couldnât give up. His parents had given him an ultimatum; find a ârealâ job or leave their house. Nam-Gyu had begged and pleaded with them to let him stay, even for just a few more days until the weather had died down. But his parents were tired of supporting their youngest son, of constantly having to bail him out of debts they couldnât afford to pay. His siblings were both doctors, highly esteemed and well respected in their fields. Why couldnât Nam-Gyu be like this brothers? His parents often wondered. Why did he insist on carrying out this childish fantasy of club promoting? He was approaching 30, and many of his old classmates and family acquaintances were settling down, so why couldnât he?
You were the reason he couldnât settle down, couldnât move on from a job that was actually causing him to lose money. You were all he had left in the world, the one friend he could count on. Youâd grown a little closer over the last few months, letting down your guard enough to allow Nam-Gyu to walk you home most nights. He was acting more like himself, forgoing the cocky persona he adopted when he was working. You liked the real him, had told him so several times, and for the first time in his life, Nam-Gyu felt like he didnât need to be anyone else. You were still broken though, still dragging yourself through the monotony of life in order to pay the bills. Your rent had gone up, as had the heating bill, but your wages were still pitifully low. You found yourself wondering how youâd pay the bills, how youâd manage to feed yourself when you were barely covering basic expenses. Nam-Gyu kept you sane, making you laugh on the nights you thought you might wither and fade entirely.
He saw you standing outside the club, your winter coat pulled up by your ears, your bare legs covered in goosebumps. âI bought you a hot chocolate,â he smiled, handing you the paper cup heâd been using to warm his hands. âWhat are you doing here?â you gasped, taking the hot drink gratefully and taking a large sip. âItâs absolutely freezing out! Youâll catch your death. Please, go home. Iâm ok tonight, thereâs hardly anyone here.â Nam-Gyu didnât like to leave you on your own, not when he knew the way the men who frequented your club behaved. Heâd witnessed it more times that heâd cared to, had come to your aid on the occasions where drunken patrons had tried to take advantage of you. You were strong, and you could hold your own, but Nam-Gyu would never forgive himself if something happened to you. âIâm fine!â he lied, pulling his hood tighter around his face as the snow continued to bucket down. âNam-Gyu,â you sighed, âitâs one snowflake away from a full-blown blizzard. Youâll freeze to death out here. Iâm finishing early tonight anyway, so I wonât be walking home on my own too late.â
He knew you wouldnât let off until he went home, but he no longer had a home to go to. Heâd been crashing with one of his brotherâs for a few days, but his parents found out and the backlash had been enough for his brother to renege on his invitation. âI uh⊠I canât go home,â he admitted. âI had an argument with my parents.â He couldnât meet your eyes as he spoke, didnât want you to see the shame plastered to his face. âSo, where are you staying?â He could hear the pity in your voice, and he hated it. âAround,â he shrugged, but you couldnât fool him. you could read Nam-Gyu like a book; youâd gotten to know him quite well over the last few months, better than heâd realised. âTake my keys,â you told him. âI get off work in an hour, and Iâll see you at my place. You canât stay in the cold though.â Handing him a pink fuzzy keychain, you didnât give him a chance to argue before you hurried back into the warmth of the club.
When he arrived at your apartment, the lights wouldnât turn on. Nam-Gyu wondered if perhaps there was a fault with the fuse box, but he couldnât find it in your apartment, so set about looking for candles instead. He lit as many as he could find and took a seat on your tiny sofa. He tried to avoid looking at the underwear youâd left hanging out to dry, the lacy garments almost taunting him as he looked wildly around the room for a distraction. You had photos covering your walls; pictures of you with friends and family, pictures of you on vacation. Your smile was so wide, your eyes so bright. He wondered what had happened to you that had dimmed your sparkle. He noticed that you like to read, stacks of books piled around your apartment by various different authors. When looking for the bathroom, he found your bedroom and couldnât help but smile at the teddy bear perched atop your pillow. The fur was faded and completely gone in some places, but it still held pride of place in your room.
You arrived back home shortly after 11pm to find Nam-Gyu sitting in near darkness. âWhy are all the lights off?â you asked him, dumping your coat and boots in the hall. His face was bathed in the dark orange glow of the candles, the light casting his shadow onto the wall behind him. âThey wouldnât turn on,â he said, âI couldnât find the fuse box, so I just lit your candles.â You tried and failed to get the lights working, a constant sinking feeling in your stomach increasing with each passing second. âThey turned my electric off,â you sighed, realising there was nothing faulty with the fuse box. âI⊠Iâm a little behind on payments.â Slumping on the sofa next to Nam-Gyu, you leaned your head against the threadbare couch. Because your electric was off, it meant the heating wasnât working, and your apartment was like an icebox. You could see your breath in the air when you exhaled, could feel a shiver run through you as you sat freezing in your dress. âWhat will you do?â Nam-Gyu asked, wishing he could offer you money so you could at least get your lights back on. But the truth was, he was fully in the red. His bank account was overdrawn, and heâd borrowed more money than he cared to think about. âIâll be ok,â you shrugged. âNo use worrying about it now though. Iâll call the company tomorrow. Will you be ok on the sofa?â Nam-Gyu nodded, wrapping himself in the pink fluffy blanket heâd found when he first arrived. âGoodnight,â he whispered, watching as you padded through to the bedroom, using a linen scented candle to guide your way.
You were freezing under your duvet, unable to warm up despite the pyjamas and blankets covering your body. You couldnât imagine how Nam-Gy must feel, having only a small blanket for warmth. You couldnât leave him out there like that, not when heâd always been so kind to you. âDo you want to come and sleep in the bedâ? you called out, âitâs too cold to be in the living room.â You heard him get up, heard the sound of his feet on the hardwood as he wondered over to your door. âAre you sure?â he asked, âI wouldnât want to make you uncomfortable.â But his heart soared at the thought of lying next to you, of feeling your body against his. You pulled back the duvet, allowing him to slide in next to you. The sheets smelled like your perfume and Nam-Gyu took a deep, but quiet breath in as he inhaled your scent.
You were still freezing, and gently pushed yourself closer to his body, the warmth of his chest radiating against your back. Gingerly, Nam-Gyu curled his arm around you, pulling you in closer. You both lay there in the darkness of the room, watching as the snow continued to fall. Neither of you knew what tomorrow would bring. You were both at the lowest points of your lives, but now you had each other. âGoodnight,â he whispered to you, his lips brushing lightly against the tip of your ear. âGoodnight,â you whispered back, his gentle touch sending sparks through your body. You wanted him to kiss you, wanted him to make love to you under the sheets but you couldnât bring yourself to make the move. As good a man as Nam-Gyu was, you couldnât allow yourself to fully let your guard down.
But, as you waited for sleep to come, his soft snores oddly comforting in the cold silence of the night, you wondered if perhaps you should take a chance on him. Perhaps you should open yourself to the man who waited in the wind, rain, and snow for you, who never gave up on you.
Maybe it was time to your open yourself up to the possibility that you could be happy again, that a club promoter and a hostess could have a life filled with love and laughter, if only they could get up the courage to try.
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Was wondering if you had any theories about Viktor's childhood experiences and how exactly that shapes his politics?
I agree that Viktor is largely apolitical and pacifist, and I'm getting the sense that perhaps he believes politics/the council is incapable of solving the issues. After all, they haven't so far, and Viktor does respect Heimerdinger, so rather than Heimerdinger choosing to look away, Viktor perhaps believes it is impossible to solve the problems in the undercity through the council.
When I first watched season 1, I truly had no clue how they were going to be able to resolve the political conflict. The council kind of sucks, but so does Silco, and I don't think Ekko was powerful enough to fully take over.
I can picture Viktor also having no clue. He refuses to make weapons because he knows they'll be used against innocent people in the undercity (and I think he's also opposed to violence as a solution in general), but at this point he doesn't have an alternative solution. He refuses to side with the council, but he doesn't have an alternative. I doubt he even knows Silco is in charge or that he's someone they might negotiate with at this point (I think the council only learns about Silco when Caitlyn returns), so instead he chooses to stay out of it.
And with his cult, I'm getting the sense Viktor still had no clue how to end the conflict between Zaun and Piltover, so he doesn't try, but instead tries to create a safe place for people who, like him, want to escape the violence. It obviously doesn't work out the way he intends, but I do think that was the idea, and perhaps he hoped because of the remote location and his peaceful seperation from society, no one would really bother him. And when they do, he concludes mass hive mind is the only answer to the violence (because he still had no clue how to resolve any of these conflicts)
And all this gives me the idea that Viktor really is desperate to escape that violence, and makes me wonder what he lived through during his time in the undercity that inspires his actions, since we know so little apart from the time he met Singed.
This got a little long, sorry about that, but wondering what theories you had.
I think there's a core assumption to the question that I'd like to isolate out in the hopes it helps me explain how I see Viktor's views.
There's an assumption inherent here that in political times, everyone must be political. But let me point out, most people are not. All you need to do is look at voting turnout numbers to see most people are not political, especially not at the local level where direct action happens. When was the last time anyone reading this voted in their local, municipal election? Do you even know when the next one is?
Now let me add another aspect to this: Piltover is not a democracy. It is by definition an oligarchy, in which power is held in the hands of a small, elite group.
So, in such a world, why would anyone like Viktor think it's even possible for an individual to impact politics? Which is why I think Viktor always saw the only way of impacting the world for the better as being through where his own gifts lay: in science.
But I do think it's more complicated than that. And I want to take the chance to further explore the political landscape as Viktor would have seen it throughout Arcane and why that would be enough to make him take zero interest in politics and have zero hope for its efficacy at solving the problems he wants to solve for people, and that he wants to solve for people regardless of their political background or national identity, because Viktor is shown to be colorblind when it comes to those concepts.
As far as we can tell, the only people with political power in Piltover are the 7 Councilor. The major Houses have some influence, but that's it. Minor Houses, like House Talis, can't even trade upon their meager levels of influence in their own son's trial. Ximena, the presumed matriarch of House Talis in the absence of any extended family for Jaye being shown, has to trade on sentiment. That's how little political power is spread around.
One thing that Vander and Silco were almost certainly pushing for in their protest at the bridge was for "Zaun" to have a political voice at all. This effort was ruthlessly quashed. The undercity doesn't have a representative on the Council, they don't have any Houses, they are effectively voiceless except through riots and protests.
And, as they say, those who make peaceful revolution impossible make violent revolution inevitable.
Furthermore, organized crime tends to spring up and flourish in places that don't have a law of their own, or a law that common people can rely on. See the Italian mafia in the US, which in part sprang up from the fact these communities needed to be self-governing and self-protecting because the official law of the land wouldn't protect them. But then, of course, the criminal forces that stepped into that power vacuum may gain wide acceptance for keeping the peace and providing other social services, but then in order to hold onto power, they're going to prevent the actual authorities from stepping into their territory. Once they have a hold there, there's no elections either, there's no way to cast out a malfunctioning organized crime unit that's providing those social services.
This is more or less what I think happened with Silco. He stepped in and created a society in the undercity, one that he was able to run because Piltover turned its attention outward with the Hexgates, it no longer needed to rely on the labor of the underclasses in the undercity so they left them to their own devices.
But Silco's government was corrupt. I think that gets lost in a lot of Zaun vs. Piltover debates. Silco's Zaun was just as much an oligarchy as Piltover, they had their own Council with the chem-barons who are directly paralleled in the "Sucker" sequence in 2.02. There is no "Piltover is better" or "Zaun is better" they are both corrupt.
Where in the world would Viktor get the idea that the solution to the political problems between Zaun and Piltover would be solved by handing more political power to people like Silco? Why in the world would he reach the conclusion that two oligarchies would be the solution?
And even in such a world where maybe, self-governance would help some people in the undercity, why in the world would Viktor believe he would personally be able to make that happen?
In a society with no democracy, when the one attempt to gain a voice for the undercity was ruthlessly quashed most likely while Viktor was still a student in the Academy, where in the world where Viktor have developed a sense that he could have impact on politics or wouldn't simply die in the attempt if he joined a political movement, thus improving nothing? And if you can't buy into politics in any meaningful way, why pay attention to it?
Viktor has found his keys to the kingdom in science. He has one avenue to excellence, which is solving the material difficulties facing the undercity like cleaning up the air and making the labor there less backbreaking and difficult. He has a narrow focus. Indeed, one of his flaws is that it's kind of "his way or the highway" he doesn't appear to even seriously entertain other avenues besides science for improving lives in the undercity.
This is particularly interesting because he was an assistant to Heimerdinger, albeit in his role as Dean of the Academy I believe. Yet Viktor doesn't see Jayce's role as a Councilor as an avenue towards meaningful change, why?
I genuinely can only speculate there. Why doesn't Viktor ever try to advocate for the undercity when he has access to Heimerdinger? Or, as two scientists, do both just see it as the role of science to better lives down there, rather than political action? Heimerdinger does seem remarkably politically disinterested for someone who is the nominal head of the government. All the wheeling and dealing happens behind his back. Perhaps Viktor is just as oblivious, who knows? Maybe Viktor's lack of political interest is what made Heimerdinger like him enough to employ him as his assistant in the first place.
Now to further answer your question, I'd say Viktor isn't even trying to politically solve anything because it's unthinkable that he would be able to. That's why the undercity independence play I think makes him cautiously optimistic, if you see his face during the vote right before the rocket hits. He never really thought politics could solve this but maybe it can. Maybe the key is to just let the undercity go its own way. I'd argue Viktor seems a bit skeptical when he announces that Jayce brokered a peace with Silco, I don't think Viktor likes Silco, or likes the idea of handing the reins of power to him. But he does appear optimistic when the vote begins to go that way, in I would argue is one of the rare positive political moments for Viktor (the only other that I can think of is when he speaks favorably of Vander's vision for Zaun).
Then the rocket hits, which must be a gut punch of further disillusionment. It's not just Piltover that's preventing Zaun's independence, it's Zaun, it's the cycle of violence, it's the fact that the conflict has gone on for so long and is so ugly that a solution is no longer possible without more bloodshed.
This inevitable bloodshed includes Jinx and Cait's forces wiping out the remaining chem barons, thus in my opinion making the conflict a moot point, because there's no one on the other side to negotiate with anymore. There is no potential Zaun government anymore if there's no one to hand power to, there's no democracy to set up (not in Piltover either, so there's no example of one). Zaun dies with Silco and goes back to being the undercity, an impoverished community within Piltover. Its Shimmer economy dies, which was the only technology that gave it a prayer of competing with Piltover on the battlefield too.
Quick aside, I get that people are mad there isn't more Zaun vs. Piltover in S2, but that's already dead as a conflict in 2.03. Zaun gets decimated as a political player. It has no leadership, no weapons, nothing that allows it to act as an independent state anymore. Piltover won and it did so because Jinx's rocket gave them the motivation they needed to cut off the head of the snake, the snake Jayce was willing to negotiate with to give them their independence.
That's gone now. There is no Zaun. There's no one to give power to. There's no military, no forces, no money. It is not a state anymore. Sevika is trying to rally the various disaffected factions in 2.04 and even that is slow going because of the old internal hatreds. And even if everyone did rally, all Sevika is hoping for is to make enough of a cohesive Zaunite identity to be able to bring grievances to Piltover. She can't even organize that. Zaun doesn't have an identity anymore in 2.04, and not enough internal organization to begin to form anything resembles a town council let alone the government of a nation.
So in that backdrop, where in the world would Viktor have any notion that he can impact events with politics? Or any desire to when the most promising political hope Zaun had, which he had a hand in, was destroyed the second it arrived by a Zaunite who didn't want the deal? This is a difficult, intractable problem.
Of course Viktor would see the best way to "solve" this problem is to not engage with it at all. It's to sidestep it entirely. Go back down to the individual level, help those in need, give them a place away from conflict in which to flourish and live peaceful lives. He essentially starts a monastery during the political Dark Ages of the collapse of order in the undercity, a very natural human response.
Then, he decides the best way to solve this problem is just to stop it. Get everyone on the same side, even if it's into a hivemind. That's why he's willing to take poor shimmer addicts from Zaun like Huck and rich Councilors like Salo from Piltover.
I also think his view is informed by his parallels in the real world in that he's apolitical because he's a scientist, and to a scientist all these lines of caste and creed and nation are meaningless on a biological level, we are all people. That's how I think Viktor sees it. It's part of why I think too, somewhat speculatively, that Viktor only talks about being from the undercity as a place of origin for him, not as an identity, because I think he thinks all such identities are nonsense, they're missing the point of the general advance of humanity, something many scientists around the world feel. I'm more quick to ascribe an attitude I see amongst scientists, engineers, and astronauts to Viktor than I am to ascribe a political identity to him. I don't think he sees political identities are relevant.
For example, besides noting Jayce's privilege when they first meet, he never denounces Jayce as being from Piltover or sees it as a barrier to them working together. He never singles out details of Jayce's identity by birth as being relevant. Because such details are meaningless in science. He only even brings up Jayce's background, I think, the one time when they first meet to point out to Jayce that while he has lost the benefits of his patron and House Talis name, there's still a path forward for him, the one Viktor started with. He mentions it as a reason that Jayce doesn't need to commit suicide when he loses those things. But he doesn't blame Jayce for having them.
At no point, even when Jayce is othering the people of the undercity, does Viktor other him right back as being from Piltover. In my view, Viktor's response is actually, "Hey, a member of your in-group is also from the undercity, stop framing everyone from there as outgroup/other, you know better than this." And Jayce immediately acknowledges that Viktor is right. They are immediately back on the same page that political identity lines are meaningless when it comes to improving lives (aside, real world people who play identity politics do realize we're all aiming for a world where everyone can flourish regardless of their identity, right??).
However, he does admire those like Vander who imagined a peaceful end to the conflict by establishing a nation of Zaun, however it should be noted, I think Viktor saw Vander's effort as inspiring but tragically doomed to failure. Hence, the need for Glorious Evolution, when the most well-intention dreams have no hope of ever happening. Seeing people like Vander fail is part of the disillusionment that makes Viktor further decide to disregard and supersede all politics through his own scientifically endowed magical power.
So anyway I hope this very long, involved essay helps explain a bit better how I view Viktor's politics, specifically his lack of them.
Edit: I just realized you also asked about Viktor's childhood. I have less to say there because we know so little but I would add:
Viktor was othered by people in the undercity as well as people from Piltover. I think that would lend to his view that people are just people, there are no real lines of politics or point of origin that matter. People will isolate him for his disability in both. No one is better than anyone else. It's just that people in Piltover by and large have more resources than those in the undercity, but both will look down on someone like him and avoid him.
You also have the fact that Viktor emigrated to Piltover presumably while still fairly young, either a teen or a young man, one would guess, based on his intellectual ability. I don't think he inherently sees the two cities as being separate, more like just two different areas of town, one of which is disadvantaged. Like moving from a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn to Manhattan. If Brooklyn began to lobby to become its own city or state, separate from Manhattan, some would see that as a good thing from self-governance perspective, others might see it as nonsense, which is where I think Viktor would mostly fall, but more importantly, I don't think he has faith that Brooklyn and Manhattan becoming separate states would really solve anything that matters, when the issues are things like air filtration systems, which can be solved with science.
As for things like, did young Viktor face violence? I think if he did, it would just add to his sense that a lack of resources breeds violence and the undercity needs prosperity to flourish, prosperity brought by scientific innovation. Politics again isn't going to solve these problems.
And I would finally add, Viktor found success and a sense of belonging in Piltover. I don't think he's as down on the place as people make him out to be sometimes. Jayce is from Piltover. Heimerdinger is too, these are two people who accepted Viktor and arguably who have loved him. I think as a result, Viktor would just see Piltover and the undercity as two places of origin within one city, a city he belongs to and wants to help improve by focusing on those in need.
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Hometown was once a quiet, largely rural communityâŠuntil, as often happens, much larger powers decided to move in. An expanding empire takes over the land around the small community, and the old town is now surrounded by a rapidly growing fortress and city. A more threatening military presence is felt, and poverty quickly creeps in as the expanding empire takes advantage of the residents still in Hometown.Â
[Image of a smaller, more rural Hometown with a much larger city and fortress walls behind it]
While the younger generation at least attempts to adapt to all the changes, the older generation deeply resents this intrusion into their old home. Many of the elders, including Asgore and Toriel Dreemurr, Father Alvin, Mayor Holiday and her husband Rudolph, form their own tight-knit group that soon spirals into a cult.Theyâre a small community with no means of standing up to an empireâs armies. But, thereâs always been old whispers of things far more powerful and terribleâŠold gods and strange horrors that hail from a Dark World parallel to their own. The cult focuses their attention specifically on tales of a Dark Prince, a goatlike entity made of fire and shadow that can pacify any enemy. Surely, if they can gain the favor of something so dark and powerful, theyâll have a means of driving away all of these intruders and restoring Hometown to the way it used to be.
However, as everyone knows, trying to call up old gods demands sacrifices. Mayor Holiday, having gotten the group together, tries to take the brunt of this duty and first sacrifices her daughter, December. However, it seems to be a botched ritual, and nothing useful results from it, leaving the Mayor extremely bitter. The other elders are tasked with picking up vagrants or other troublemakers to try and successfully complete this ritual, but none seem to work.Â
Unwilling to offer up their own dutiful son, Asriel, the Dreemurrs instead adopt an orphan from the poverty-stricken streets of the encroaching city: Kris. However, they find that upon adopting them, Asriel quickly forms a close bond with Kris. Asriel, like most of the younger generation, is unaware of his parents and grandparentsâ intentions. Kris is not easy to take care of sometimesâŠthey have weird interests, arenât very clean, and are often disobedient. Despite this, Toriel and Asgore find Kris growing on them, too. The thought of sacrificing them gets harder and harder to swallow. [Image of Kris and a human Asriel hanging out together and talking while Asriel sits at a writing desk. Toriel and Asgore look on the both of them from a nearby doorway.] However, the other elders start to pressure them, questioning why theyâre so intent on keeping this weird orphan around. Arenât they a symbol of everything going wrong with their little community, and with this invading modern future? Toriel continues to put it off, using the excuse that she is doing extensive research to make sure that they finally do this ritual correctly. While she is indeed conducting research, she also knows that they canât do anything with Kris as long as Asriel is around with them.Â
However, when Asriel is offered an extended stay at the cityâs new university to get advanced training as a scholar, the Dreemurrs donât have an excuse anymore. At the other eldersâ behest to do whatâs necessary for the good of the town, they decide to conduct the ritual with Kris. The cult brings Kris to an underground shelter in the woods outside town, with Kris none the wiser about their intentions until they are incapacitated and unable to escape. Torielâs extensive research pays off, and Kris is appropriately sacrificed to the Dark Prince. The ritual causes them to vanish from this plane, seemingly deadâŠbut thereâs still no sign of the old god they were trying to summon.Â
[Image of Asgore, Toriel and other older townsfolk, dressed in various goat or deer masks and robes, with Asgore carrying Kris towards an altar.]
The Dreemurrs are distraught at this seeming failure, after they worked so hard to ensure that they did this right. The remaining elders double down, though, insisting that they have to keep trying. Asriel returns from his training, and is devastated to find his sibling missing. Toriel and Asgore, unable to admit what they did, lie to Asriel and say that Kris had a huge argument and left home on their own. Asriel vows to search for them and bring them back home, and while his parents try to dissuade him from this, theyâre unsuccessful.Â
[Image of Asriel stepping out the door of his home, a large backpack slung over his shoulder, and waving off Toriel and Asgore in the foreground. They stay indoors while he heads out into the world.]
Meanwhile, unknown to anyone in the Light World, the ritual was actually successful, and transported Kris to the Dark WorldâŠright into the home of Ralsei, the very Dark Prince they were trying to reach! Ralsei is delighted to finally have an actual human from the Light World visit him! Sure, heâs heard about all those previous sacrifices, but they never actually got to him. The Dark World and the afterlife arenât really the same place, after all. [Image of Kris floating down into a new Dark World, where Dark Prince Ralsei stands next to a large cauldron and welcomes them.]
Kris, however, is infuriated and despondentâŠtheyâve already had a very hard life as an orphan, and now just when it seemed like they had a new family they could trust, that trust was broken by adults who once again threw them away for their own purposes. Ralsei, ever cheerful, assures them that they must be here for a reasonâŠand that he has a means for them to not only return to the Light World, but get retribution for whatâs happened to them and their Hometown.Â
[Image of the silhouettes of many large eldritch beasts: Susie, Noelle, Berdly and Catti.]
The Dark World is full of eldritch beasts, strange demons and old gods, after all. He can grant them the forbidden knowledge and ability to speak to and even command these eldritch beasts. Once they form a strong enough bond with the beasts, and make it through the bound gods that may bar the way, they can bring them back to the world of lightâŠand command them to do whatever Kris would like to the people living there. However, such power and ability comes at a high costâŠKrisâs human soul.Â
[Image of Kris giving their soul to Ralsei; the soul emanates a red glow between them.]
Kris, seeing little other option and not feeling much attachment to their humanity anyway, agrees and sells their soul to the Dark Prince Ralsei. Ralsei excitedly promises that heâll take extra good care of their soul, and that heâll accompany them as they befriend the eldritch beasts lurking in the Dark World. This arrangement certainly has some other benefits for Kris, tooâŠin addition to this forbidden knowledge, Ralseiâs control over their soul grants them a degree of invulnerability. If Kris dies or is somehow psychologically destroyed, Ralsei can use it to revive them completely.Â
[Image of Kris, now decked out with armor and a sword, standing on a cliffside looking out over the Dark World. Ralsei stands nearby.]
Ralsei gives Kris suitable armor and weaponry for this venture, and the two set out into a vast Dark Realm of strange horrors, lost cities and twisting paths in search of new friends and a means back to the Light World. While Kris is unsure about this journey at first, Ralsei is all smiles, excited for them to gain some friendships that they clearly desperately need! Of course, heâs excited for other reasons, tooâŠthose cultists have been calling out to him for such a long time, and now with Krisâs human soul, he can finally enter the Light World. Kris can forge the bonds theyâve been lacking, Ralsei and the eldritch beasts they find will finally have access to the human world, and the people clamoring for terrible things to happen will get exactly what they asked for. How could that not be a happy ending?
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Anytime, Sunshine
Request: can i request a fic where you're secretly dating coups? and can it please be fluffy??
Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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"Ehem."
Squeezing your eyes shut even tighter, you grumbled to yourself before flopping onto your stomach. Burying your face into the pillow, you let out a long exhale.
"Baby, I know you hear me."
"Hearing you and responding to what I'm hearing are two different things," you muttered, slowly lifting your head. Peeling open one eye, you glared at your sleep-worn boyfriend. How was it even possible for someone with that level of bedhead to look so attractive?
"Your alarm went off," Coups sighed, not even bothering to pick up that argument. "Multiple times."
"And yet, there I was," you said, plopping face down into the pillow again. "Still asleep."
"The last thing I want to do is kick you out of my bed," he continued, rubbing your lower back. "But-"
"But I need to get back on the couch," you complained. "Because I'm just your friend."
"Hey, hey," he huffed. "That wasn't my rule."
"I knoooow," you groaned. "It's mine."
Finally sitting up, you scrubbed at your eyes before looking moodily toward your boyfriend. "I'm the worst."
"You're not the worst," he smiled, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands. "I know you don't want to mess up the dynamic, but don't you think the guys would be happy to see us together? They'd still view you as a friend."
"When friends date friends in the friend group, something always gets messed up," you pouted. "I told you that when you asked me out."
"And then you told me again after we slept together," he gave a shit-eating grin this time. "Didn't stop you from doing it though."
"Choi Seungcheol," you gasped, pushing his wrists away from your face. "How very dare you."
"We're dating, Y/N," he sighed. "Why hide it from the people we love?"
"Cause it's going to make it weird," you argued, wiggling your arms on the word "weird" for emphasis. "They're not going to know how to act around us and-"
"I don't think you give them enough credit."
"I think you give them too much."
"Okay, that's valid," Coups chuckled. "I should probably know better, but it's getting harder keeping this a secret."
"Says you," you grumbled, struggling up and out of his bed. Wrapping yourself in a thick blanket, you began to waddle out of the room. "I'm obviously loving this arrangement."
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"Yah!"
You were getting really tired of being woken up this morning.
Popping your head out from under the duvet you were using, you tried to focus your sleep-drunk eyes.
"I want to sit on the couch and eat breakfast," Seungkwan pouted with a small foot stomp. "All of the spots at the table are taken."
"Sit on the floor," you croaked, pulling the blanket up again.
"Y/N," he whined. "You're so mean to me and for what?"
Without bothering to uncover yourself again, you grumbled, "Bring me a waffle and I'll consider your demands."
"I got it," you could hear Coups laugh from the kitchen.
Worming your way out from your warm, little cocoon, you narrowed your eyes at Seungkwan who stuck his tongue out at you in response. Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself to the corner of the couch, allowing room for him.
"I would say thank you, but I won't give you the satisfaction," he muttered, sinking into the cushion beside you.
Your mouth pressed into a thin line, trying to stay closed rather than say something that would hurt his feelings. Instead, you buried your toes beneath his thigh and relished in the newfound warmth.
"Here you go," Coups cooed, reappearing with a plate and coffee mug in hand.
Gratefully taking it from him, you tried to remind yourself, to the world, you were still just friends. "Thanks."
"Anytime, sunshine," he grinned, patting you lightly on the head.
You took a large bite of your waffle as you watched him saunter away. God, how was his back just as good looking as his front?
Looking down to your breakfast again, you almost didn't notice the side-eye Seungkwan gave you.
"What?"
"Nothing," he chirped, shaking his head with fake innocence.
"No, what?" you groaned, dropping your food to your plate.
"I just think," he began a little too calmly. "That you two would make a cute couple."
Ice shot through your veins. Surely, he hadn't picked up on anything from you and Seungcheol's interaction. He couldn't possibly know what was going on...
Could he?
Trying to stifle a surprised cough, you ground out, "What? Why? Coups? No!"
"Don't think you're fooling me, Y/N," Seungkwan hummed knowingly. You felt your heart skip a beat. There's no way he would call you out in front of everyone. Boo was dramatic, but he also had some level of common decency.
"Fooling you?" you asked, lifting your brows. "There's nothing to fool you about."
"Yeah, right!" he gasped. "You have the biggest crush on our leader!"
You tapped down on the panic that had been disseminating itself across your chest. He thought you had a crush on Coups. While not untrue, he hadn't figured out the bulk of the situation after all.
Letting out a sigh of relief you tried to mask as one of frustration, you shook your head. "It's not like that, Kwannie."
"I call bullshit," he said with a small shrug. "Your attention was glued to his ass as soon as he turned around."
"Whose attention was glued to my ass?"
Looking up with wide eyes, you were so wrapped up in Seungkwan's accusations, you hadn't noticed Coups appear in the doorway.
"Seungkwan's," you said quickly. "He was admiring your cake."
Rolling his eyes, Seungkwan laughed. "Y/N has a crush on you and it's so obvious that it causes me physical pain."
"Seungkwan," you hissed, teeth barred.
"Do they now?" Coups hummed, setting his own coffee cup on the table in front of the couch. Taking a spot on the rug in front of you, he quirked his brow. "Is that true?"
"What?" you muttered, looking rapidly between the two men. Why was your boyfriend (albeit secret) playing into this?
"Answer the question, Y/N," Seungkwan grinned, obviously enjoying himself.
"I, well, we-" you stammered.
"It's okay," Coups sighed, looking away from you dreamily. "I have a crush on you too."
You bit back a groan as Seungkwan sprung from the couch, pointing an accusatory finger at his member. "I knew it! You were making lovey eyes at each other from across the room at the restaurant last night."
"We were doing no such thing!" you gasped, attempting to salvage whatever small bit of privacy regarding your relationship that you could.
Looking over to Coups, you tried to ignore the outright mirth dancing across his face.
"Maybe I was," he hummed. "I just can't help it. You're so cute."
"Does this mean you two are going to date?" Seungkwan all but shouted, clutching his imaginary pearls. "Oh my god, did I just get you two together? I'm a love genius!"
"You are!" Coups smirked, completely playing into this whole charade. "I never would have had the courage to confess without you!"
"Remember that when my birthday comes around," Seungkwan oozed, pleased with himself. "I brought you two together. Where'd everyone go? I have to tell them immediately."
"Kwan-ah," you moaned, completely defeated. He was out of the room before you even had a moment to digest what was happening.
Turning slowly toward your boyfriend, you leveled him with the most serious death glare you could manage.
"Whoops," he grinned. "Looks like everyone found out after all."
#choi seungcheol#s.coups#seventeen#svt#coups#s coups#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol x reader#scoups#scoups x reader#s.coups x reader#s coups x reader#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#scoups fluff#s.coups fluff#s coups fluff#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#scoups fanfic#seungcheol fanfic
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Request : first time holding hands
Iâd love to see their reactions đ
First Time Holding Hands
Short Headcanons || Gender Neutral Language!
Genre: Fluff Featuring: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Sean MacGuire, and Sadie Adler Warnings: None
AN: A shorter post today! Thank you so much for requesting these were so fun to write I literally love doing cute little moments with these characters ~ I hope I answered the way you meant !! lol I feel like I got a little off track in some ---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have any questions :)
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Arthur Morgan:
This man is a nervous wreck around you. Especially when you first start showing feelings for each other.
It took a million years for him to even admit that he was a little sweet on you, he is definitely not initiating anything past that point.
He can barely believe that you like him back.
The first time you grab his hand is not during anything special.
Youâre sitting in the front of a wagon with him while on the way into town. The sun is casting a golden sheen across the earth, the air is warm but not hot, and the birds are swooping and playing in the sky overhead.
Without much thought you reach down to where heâs resting his arm on his thigh and envelope his hand with your own.
He tenses up at the contact, scared to make any sudden moves in case he might scare you away.
He doesnât look at you directly, instead just glancing at you from the side of his eye. He wonders if you meant to do that or if you just did it by accident.
How your hand would end up on his on his thigh he doesnât know.
When your thumb starts stroking the skin around his knuckle, tough and calloused from a few too many brawls, he starts to melt and relax a little bit.
He flips his hand around, which makes you pull away slightly, and fits his fingers in between yours. That way heâs holding your hand back and itâs a mutual.
Thereâs a blush on his cheeks and a grin on his lips. Not a word is spoken, but Arthur relishes the comfortable silence as he tries to think of what on earth he could have done to deserve something so perfect - to deserve you.
John Marston:
John is not a touchy-feely kind of guy. Not at first anyways. He doesnât get what you see in him. He doesnât understand why of all the men in the world - Hell, all the men in camp - you chose to waste your time with him.
Heâs angsty like that.
He knows of your feelings for him and he gave a strong inclination that he might like you back but never confessed anything really. He figured you understood him enough to know.
You did, but heâs hard to read sometimes.
The first time you hold hands, he actually initiates it. You try not to overstep any boundaries with him, so he always has to make the first moves.
While playing a few practice rounds of poker (John is trying to teach you to play/play better), jokes are being thrown back and forth and rocks are being used as chips for show.
When Johnâs focus is pulled to the cards in his hands, you take the opportunity to try and grab a few rocks from his pile to add to your own as a little joke.
John catches you and places his large hand on top of your own making you freeze. A smug grin is plastered on his face and he doesnât even look at you before placing his cards down, showing off a winning hand.
âRead âem and weep, Darlinâ,â He laughs but never removes his hand from yours.
A small blush rises to your cheeks and his gaze falls to your combined hands. He curls his fingers under your own so that heâs fully holding your hand in his.
You try to catch his eye, but heâs so focused on his large, scarred hand covering your softer skin. It eats at him a little; a guilty feeling settles into his chest.
You place your other hand on his cheek and press on it lightly to direct his head to look at you. You smile one of your so-sweet smiles that makes his stomach ache a little with admiration, and he grins.
The two of you sit there for a while and continue trying to play poker each with one hand.
Dutch Van Der Linde:
Dutch has always been really hands-on with you. (Wink Wink)
Heâs flamboyant, a show-off, cocky, and passionate. He loves to show you off and show off to everyone that you are his.
The first time he holds your hand, itâs to explicitly show that you are his and he is yours.
Most times after that, when Dutch holds your hand it means that the two of you are connected, not two people but one. Not just a couple but a unit.
Heâs dramatic that way.
The very first time he holds your hand is during an argument with Hosea. A few things about camp affairs come up, plans are being thrown around, and Hosea makes a comment suggesting that you donât need to be there for their conversation.
Dutch glares at the older man and reaches down to grasp your hand in his.
âBut Daddy I love him!â Vibes Iâm not going to lie.
He stands a little taller now that heâs touching you, it makes him feel stronger and more sure of what heâs saying. He puffs out his chest and looks down his nose at Hosea.
Hosea rolls his eyes a little and puts his hands up in surrender, telling Dutch that he can do what he wants.
When Hosea leaves, Dutch uses your entwined hands to pull you towards his side a little bit and hold you in an embrace.
He calls you his partner in crime, his other half, and a million other sultry things he can think of that causes a heat to rise in your chest.
He doesnât let you go for the rest of the night after that, choosing to show off to the rest of the gang members that you two belong together and will always be.
Javier Escuella:
Javier values romance in a relationship.
Maybe nothing incredibly grand - but sweet notes, acts of service, small gifts here and there - he likes to show you how much he loves you through actions more than anything else.
All that and more is shown later on in your relationship. At first, though, Javier is more protective than romantic when it comes to you. It keeps him from showing his emotions at times, and makes him oblivious to your feelings other times.
He just doesnât know whatâs too much because he feels a lot of things, but he wonders if showing all that too soon will scare you away. His feelings are so intense that he gets scared away from you sometimes.
The first time he holds your hand is when you knick yourself while trying to do tricks with one of his knives.
You envy the way heâs able to just do the flips and graceful switches with the blades, and even how he can effortlessly play that five-finger-fillet game.
So, naturally, you try to replicate a trick youâve seen him do a million times and it ends with a little gash on the heel of your palm.
Itâs barely bleeding and looks more like a scrape, but as you hiss in pain Javier has forgotten his chore as he rushes to see what youâve done to yourself.
He tsks at you and gently wraps his fingers around your wrist to get a better look at the wound.
Youâve forgotten the scrape at this point as his touch is sending jolts of adrenaline through your arm and his face is so close to yours you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.
He doesnât notice, too busy looking to see if youâve mortally wounded yourself. When heâs satisfied that you wonât die, he looks up at your face (Which is dark with a blush and youâre trying to avert your gaze from him, but you just canât).
He doesnât understand whatâs gotten into you until he sees your joined hands and a knowing grin cracks into his face.
âIâll kiss it, make it better,â He murmurs and presses a slow, tender kiss to the palm of your hand while gazing up into your eyes the entire time.
He knows what heâs doing.
Charles Smith:
I genuinely feel like Charles is the most well rounded of the group when it comes to his emotions and how he conveys what heâs feeling to you.
Communication king for sure.
The first time Charles holds your hand itâs like heâs always done it.
Itâs so natural to him that there really is no concrete first time that changed the meaning of your relationship or created some big deal.
Charles isnât really someone who likes to show off and isnât into public displays of affection. Brief hugs and hand holding are the only things he can bring himself to do with you if there are other people present.
He likes to hold your hand a lot despite that. Kissing, groping, or anything even a little heated is a big no for him (in private it is another story), so he likes to have your hands intertwined more often than not.
At first he would come up to you and hold his hand out, palm up, with a quirked brow as if asking you to place your hand in his. You oblige, of course, and he would follow you around camp or vice versa.
Now, Charles doesnât even bother asking before he comes up to you and just grabs your hand whenever he sees you.
Thereâs no question about it, the two of you are always connected.
If he can see you he is by your side holding on to you.
Itâs not possessive (unlike Dutch cough cough), but itâs more for his own comfort. He likes being near you and he likes that you seem to enjoy being near him.
Charles finds his twin flame in you, his other half. Much more than a soulmate, but his person.
Sean MacGuire:
Sean never really knows where the two of you stand in terms of a relationship.
He flirts with you over and over and over again. You laugh and blush occasionally, but end up telling him to shut up and wandering off.
He knows that he can come off as a sarcastic ass, but he didnât realize that itâs so intense that you canât even tell that heâs genuinely trying to get you to notice him as more than a friend/fellow gang member.
The thing is, it is hard for you to tell. Sean isnât known for being the most serious guy in the world and youâll be damned if you let him make fun of you by flirting with you and making you swoon or something.
The first time you hold hands with Sean is also consequently the first time you see Seanâs feelings for you are genuine, not some trick.
You turn away from Sean after heâs thrown yet another flirty remark at you, but before you even have the chance to mutter âShut up, MacGuireâ Heâs shot out and wrapped his fingers around your own in a strong grip. It doesnât hurt, but you canât just pull away and tell him to stop messing around.
You turn back and look down at your conjoined hands.
âPlease,â He begs and pulls you an inch closer. âListen to me.â
You can hardly focus on anything but the warmth of his hand in yours and the way it makes your heart swell and tingle.
He explains his feelings for you, every last one of them. Some were a little more explicit and detailed than you expected, but you appreciated the straight forward honesty.
Letâs just say after that conversation the two of you hold hands and more pretty often in the future.
Sadie Adler:
Sadie and you hold hands all the time. She literally cannot tell how you feel about her.
Is this a friendship? Is it more? She has no idea because youâre so comfortable with her that the line between friends and partners is so blurred Sadie isnât even sure if there was a line to begin with.
One night, you and Sadie are lying outside the tent that you share stargazing. Sadie is telling you what she knows about the stars and you chime in every now and then with your own little details. She loves the excitement in your voice when you remember the story to a constellation or find one that you hadnât notice last time.
Your bodies are close, but your hands are closer. Lying in the grass, Sadie can feel the heat from your fingers and hers twitch and beg to touch yours.
Sheâs nervous, though, to take the relationship further. She doesnât know if sheâs ready to admit what she wants.
While sheâs debating if itâs worth it, your pinky finger stretches and curls around her own. She audibly gasps at the action and her head whips over to see if you realize what youâre doing.
Youâre already gazing at her with soft eyes and a small smile. It makes her bones turn to jelly at the sight and she tries to speak, but the only thing that escapes her mouth are sharp exhales as her words get tangled in her throat.
She tightens her pinky finger around yours, and you understand the meaning behind it.
It was all still confusing, but Sadie knew one thing: Friends donât look at each other like that.
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I love Sadie so much y'all don't even know
Hope you enjoyed!!
#rdr2 arthur#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#rdr2 x reader#arthur morgan rdr2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#john marston#john marston x reader#dutch van der linde x reader#dutch van der linde#javier escuella x reader#javier escuella#charles smith#charles smith x reader#sean macguire#sean macguire x reader#sadie adler x reader#sadie adler#arthur morgan headcanons#rdr2 headcanons
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Why, out of GF, Amphibia, and TOH, only Luz didn't have to leave her new world behind:
I've seen people complain about Amphibia and to a lesser extent, Gravity Falls, for having their series end with a goodbye; the main characters having to leave their found families and this world they've grown to love and return to regular life. But the thing is, the three shows all have MASSIVELY different morals, that each fit in with how the goodbyes (or lack thereof) work into the finales.
Gravity Falls has a large theme of temporary goodbyes and reconciling. Stan and Ford being the primary example. But there are others: Soos and Melony, Wendy and Robbie, even Dipper and Mabel to an extent. The show builds upon this with Gravity Falls being a VACATION, they aren't trapped there, they could theoretically go home at any time. Episodes such as Summerween and Dipper and Mabel Vs. The Future also build on the tone, telling that it's okay to both grow up and move on, but you don't have to leave behind what you once loved in doing so.
The final conflicts (Wierdmaggedon) are caused because of characters not being able to let go. Stan couldn't let go of Ford, Mabel couldn't let go of Gravity Falls, Gideon couldn't let go of Mabel.
Gravity Falls teaches the viewer that even if you love something, you have to let it go, and eventually it will return. In the words of Bill Cipher: "We'l meet again. Don't know where, don't know when. I just knew we'll meet again, some sunny day."
Amphibia has a similar theme of Gravity Falls, but it takes it further. Amphibia tells you that if you don't let go, sometimes things will only get worse. The primary example for this is the show's catalyst event: Marcy getting Anne to steal the Music Box. Marcy chose to go to Amphibia, rather than move away, and she dragged her friends into it with her. Instead of having a long distance friendship with Sasha and Anne, she took them to an alternate dimension in order to spend eternity on a massive adventure, and it got her killed. Marcy and Anne died and Sasha tried to kill herself.
And that's only Marcy. Sasha was a control freak that bordered on yandere at the height of her villain arc. Sasha couldn't accept that Anne was beginning to move on from the toxic friendship that the Calamity Trio had locked themselves into.
The trio were horrible to eachother, pre-character arcs, and they needed to focus on self improvement before they could even hope to be good friends. In the time between 'All In' and the epilog, the Calamity Trio would not have actually been able to be good for eachtoher. They say they forgive eachother, but that was forgiveness given during a WAR. Post show, the real feelings would start to bubble up. Anne's resentment for the betrayals, Marcyâs abandonment issues, Sasha's definite self hatred. The trio HAD to split up to have any semblance of a friendship.
Amphibia tells its audience that not all good things can last, and if you obsess and force it to stay, it can destroy you.
The Owl House has a completely opposite moral. It tells you to find your people, and fight for them.
Luz lived in the Human Realm, but it was never her home. Her home was with Camila and Manny, but when Manny died, Camila and Luz's relationship began to falter. That world wasn't her home. When Luz found the Boiling Isles, she was always supposed to be able to leave. This wasn't a summer trip she didn't want at first, or a one way portal. The Boiling Isles was HER choice.
Luz picked Bonesburrow. Luz picked Hexside. Luz picked The Owl House. Her home was always meant to be The Boiling Isles. She only started trying to find a way back to Earth because the choice was taken from her. Luz no longer had the choice to go back to the Human Realm. In fact, the only time Luz chose Humans over Isles was when she was PUNISHING herself for helping Belos.
Luz got to stay in the Boiling Isles because TOH tells its audience that where you start isn't where you should always stay. Find your place and find your people. And when you do, hold it dear and never let go. "Us weirdos have to stick together."
#the owl house#amphiba#gravity falls#luz noceda#anne boonchuy#sasha waybright#marcy wu#mabel pines#character essay#monologuing to the void#gravity falls spoilers#amphibia spoilers#the owl house spoilers
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â§Ë° lifeline | rafe cameron
pairing - rafe cameron x routledge!reader
warnings - violence (jj decking rafe), language, pregnancy (audreyâs pregnant instead of sarah), almost drowning
summary - after rafe, who just so happens to be your baby daddy, offers you and your friends a boat ride to Moraco tensions rise between the untrusting group. when an intense storm hits out of no where you get swept off the front of the boat by an enormous wave and rafe has to make a decision. save the woman he loves and mother of his child or ride out the storm to find groff.
authors note - wellâŠ..iâm back! kinda. sorry for literally dropping off the face of the earth, iâve been more activish writing wise on wattpad lately. so sorry for not writing any on here! since buzzcut rafe and just drew in general are literally daddy i knew i had to write for him! iâm sure youâve seen this trope like a million times, but thatâs because itâs such a bomb trope and never gets old! at least in my opinion! with that being said, because itâs so popular itâs inevitable that these types of fics will probably be similar but iâll try my very best to be as original as possible!! oh, also since i hate having to write y/n as the name iâll be using is audrey since thatâs my name and who doesnât want to imagine themselves as rafeâs girl?? but for real, feel free to imagine any name you want! i hope you enjoy!!
not proofread!!
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when rafe showed up and convinced shoupe to let you all track down groff, you thought you were dreaming. but here you are sitting on a container of god knows what stuck on a boat with your older brother (by 9 months), best friends, and ex/baby daddy who you havenât spoken to since you found out you were pregnant 2 weeks ago.
you paced circles around the large bathroom, chewing on the side of your finger anxiously. the timer winding down on your phone seemed to be taking a lot longer than 3 minutes and the test flipped upside down on the sink seemed to be haunting you.
it all started about a week ago. you noticed some unusual changes in your everyday routine, starting with the fact that you found yourself bending over the toilet seat every morning puking your guts up.
the thought of being pregnant didnât even click in your mind until you realized the last time you had your period was so long ago you couldnât even remember the exact date. panic involuntarily filled your mind when you thought about your situation.
you and rafe have been off and on for as long as you could remember. him using and smoking all the time was one of the main reasons why, he wasnât the same when he was high and he honestly scared you. when peterkin was killed you thought there was no way youâd ever be able to look at rafe the same again.
but thereâs just something about him that keeps drawing you in, heâs different around you. even more so now that heâs quit abusing drugs, he makes you feel like the only girl in the world. the issue still stands though, he treats your brother and friends like the scum of the earth and nothing you say changes his behavior.
itâs exhausting having your boyfriend and friends hate each other to the point where you canât even bring rafe around your home without someone starting a fist fight.
thatâs what caused your breakup this time, you couldnât stand the animosity between everyone and what sealed the deal was jj starting a brawl with rafe that ended with both of them having to get stitches. you felt responsible for them getting hurt and put your own feelings aside to do what you thought was best for everyone as a whole.
you and rafe broke up. but no matter how hard you tried you couldnât stay away. which led to your current predicament.
the timer finally went off, snapping you out of your thoughts and stopping you in your tracks. youâre heart was beating so fast you thought it would burst from your chest and land in the claw foot tub across the room. biting the bullet you grabbed the test and held it tightly in your hand, not having the heart to turn it over yet.
âhey-â rafe pushed open the bathroom door making you jump in surprise
you had thought he left for work already but here he was standing in front of you with furrowed brows as his gaze landed on the test in your hand.
ârafe.â you started but he cut you off
âwhat the fuck is that?â rafe snapped in shock
âi uh, iâm late.â was all you could mutter as you bit your lip nervously, recognizing the cold look on rafeâs face
âand?â rafe raised his brows waiting for your answer impatiently
âI havenât been able to look.â you admitted and rafe huffed walking closer to you and yanking the test out of your hand
the tension in the room was suffocating as rafe flipped the test over, you were terrified as you studied his face closely looking for any sign of what the test read.
âfuck.â rafe whispered before dropping the test to the ground his hands immediately coming up to press against his forehead as he turned away from you
you slowly bent down and your hands shook as you picked the test up, flipping it over your heart dropped into your stomach.
pregnant.
tears filled your eyes and your chest filled with panic, you had truly never been more scared in your life than you were in this moment. how were you supposed to raise a baby? you only just turned 19 and your home is about to be swept out from under you by greedy kooks. and you arenât even with the father of your baby at the moment.
ïżœïżœïżœholy shit.â rafeâs voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked over at him
he was standing with his hands squeezing the counter top harshly, the veins in his neck looked like they were about to burst.
ârafe?â you whispered
âi cant do this right now.â rafe shook his head before storming out of the room
the front door slamming downstairs startled you making you jump, then it hit you. you were pregnant and alone and the tears slid down your cheeks.
that was the last you had seen or heard from rafe. when you told your brother he was less than thrilled, it took everything for you to keep him from tracking rafe down and killing him. but john b eventually realized that you needed him to be there for you so he put his feelings aside and focused on you and his future niece or nephew.
your friends were about the same story, especially jj who has always been a loose cannon. but at the end of the day they rallied around you and you knew they would be there for you and be the best aunts and uncles to the baby.
but right about now you wished you had just gone with shoupe because you were being hit with motion sickness to the extreme and felt like you were about to throw up everywhere.
âhey, whatâs up?â kie frowned kneeling down in front of you, sarah immediately following
âyou ok?â sarah placed her hand on your knee
it took you a second to answer having to take a few deep breaths until the nausea subsided before you blinked down at the pair.
âjust nauseous.â you held a hand to your stomach
âmaybe thereâs some ginger ale or something in the kitchen.â kie said and you nodded the thought of the fizzy drink sounded appealing
before she could stand to go searching for anything a hand appeared in front of your face holding a can of ginger ale. you knew that veiny hand and gold ring anywhere but still looked up and saw rafe looking at you in concern.
that was the most concern he had shown you since you found out you were pregnant.
âthanks.â you smiled softly and he just nodded before disappearing back inside
you saw the look exchanged between your two best friends but ignored it as you eagerly cracked open the can before humming in delight as you took sips of the drink.
âok, so I think itâs time we talk about the elephant on the boat.â jj started making everyone exchange confused looks. ârafe, guys.â
âwhat about him?â sarah furrowed her brows
âwhat do you mean, what about him? do we really trust that heâs not going to screw us over? shit, i wouldnât be surprised if he was working with those psycho mercenaries and was leading us to our deaths.â jj rambled
âcome on jayge, you know none of us trust him but he did save our asses. as much as i hate to admit it.â kie reminded her boyfriend who just rolled his eyes
âand that automatically excuses everything heâs done?â jj scoffed
âhey, sheâs not saying that. you know iâd love to just chuck him into the ocean but so far he hasnât tried anything. i say we play it cool then ditch him the second we dock.â pope spoke levelheadedly and the others reluctantly nodded in agreement
âbut until then, what do we do?â sarah crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into john bâs side
âyou know him best, aud. can we trust him to keep his word?â john b turned to his sister who had stayed quiet for the whole conversation
âi believe heâll keep his word.â you answered after a second and john b studied you for a moment before nodding
âok, weâll just stay cool for now.â john b looked between everyone who reluctantly nodded
well, that didnât last long. one second you were moving inside the cabin to get out of the sun and the next you were kneeling on the ground cradling rafeâs unconscious form after jj sucker punched him in the face.
âwhat the fuck jj!â you exclaimed in shock
âwhat? we canât trust him, i know heâs your baby daddy and you two have some weird relationship thing but iâm not taking any chances.â jj shrugged as he grabbed a rope
âif he didnât do it i was going to.â pope commented
you just signed and rubbed your forehead at their stupidity and stubbornness before gently stroking rafeâs cheek that was already bruising.
âiâm surrounded by idiots.â you mumbled to yourself
john b and jj carried rafe down into a small utility room after tying his hands together, shutting and locking the door behind them.
knowing there was nothing you could say to get the group to change their minds about rafe, you and cleo got to work in the kitchen looking around for something edible that could be fixed for dinner.
âwhat about this?â cleo turned to you holding a box of spaghetti noodles
âi guess you can never go wrong with spaghetti.â you shrugged with a small smile
you also knew that spaghetti was a safe food for you, it was one of the only foods that didnât make you sick at the moment.
john b and pope were out on the deck trying to catch some fish, but you knew youâd be having spaghetti for dinner regardless since you donât like seafood. jj and kie were up in the cabin making sure the boat was on course and sarah was sunbathing since there wasnât really much else to do. of course she had offered to help cleo cook and let you relax, but you needed a distraction right now.
while cleo started boiling water, you started working on the sauce. surprisingly the kitchen was pretty nicely stocked and you were able to find a jar of marinara sauce and a bunch of different herbs and seasonings.
humming to yourself you stirred the sauce in the pan in front of you, listening to the playful banter from your friends.
after everyone ate they all agreed that it would be safest for you to be the one to bring rafe dinner. even though both jj and pope voted on letting him starve, everyone else agreed that it wasnât right. you were nervous to approach him one on one, unsure of what he would say or do when he saw you.
getting your nerves under control, you took a deep breath before shifting the tray of food so you could push open the door. rafe blinked up at you lazily, the image brought you back to the mornings when you woke up together.
âhey, i thought you might be hungry.â you spoke softly closing the door behind you
you stepped forward and knelt down beside him, sitting the tray of food in front of him. rafe looked down at the tray in distain before looking back up at you.
âyou gonna feed it to me? or am i supposed to just shove my face in it like a fuckin animal?â rafe snapped making you flinch, which he noticed and immediately took a deep breath. âbaby, untie me. please.â
âdonât call me that, rafe. not when youâve spent the past few weeks ignoring me.â you frowned in frustration
âiâm sorry. i just donât know what to think, this is a really big thing.â rafe mumbled pulling uncomfortably at his restraints
âi know itâs a big thing rafe, trust me. iâm the one waking up every morning at the crack of dawn to puke my guts out.â you couldnât help but snap, your emotions from the past couple of weeks overflowing
you had been so upset since finding out you were pregnant and you hate it. you hate that your first thought about your own child was a negative one. youâve always wanted to be a mother, itâs something you dreamed about since your next door neighbor had a baby when you were 6.
so knowing that you have felt like your baby is a burden for the first part of your pregnancy makes you feel so incredibly guilty. and itâs all because of rafe, of the way he reacted to the news by up and leaving you all alone.
you want your child to have a father, and as much as you hate to admit it you want that father to be rafe. because regardless of everything, you love him.
âlook, we can talk about this ok? letâs just talk about it, but first untie me.â rafe held his hands out to you
âi canât rafe, they donât trust you and i canât say i blame them. youâve never given them a reason to.â you shook your head
âi talked shoupe out of arresting all of you, i got you on this boat.â rafe scoffed
âyou also beat pope, shot sarah, strangled kie, framed john b for murder, and started how many fights with jj? not to mention how youâve continued to terrorize them in general. why would they trust you rafe?â you shook your head moving to stand
âiâm sorry. iâm sorry, audrey. ok, iâve been a shitty guy, a shitty brother and boyfriend. i know that, but iâm getting my shit together alright? for you, iâm getting my shit together for you and the baby.â rafe rambled and you couldnât help the way your heart fluttered at his words
especially at his mention of the baby, this being the first time youâd ever heard him acknowledge it.
âI hope you are rafe, and iâm happy for you. but you need to change for yourself too, not just me and not just our baby.â you said casting him one last look before leaving ignoring his calls from behind you
things changed so fast. one second, you were sitting next to pope trying to ignore your guilt at ignoring rafe while everyone ate and the next there was a huge clap of thunder.
the night sky was black but the swirling clouds and flashes of lightning were alarmingly clear. the ocean became harsh and unforgiving, aggressive waves slammed into the side of the boat sending it rocking back and forth wildly.
john b, accompanied by pope and jj immediately ran for the cabin to try to get control of the boat while the girls held on for dear life.
you felt a wave of fear overcome you, not just for your own life, but for the lives of everyone on the boat including the baby in your belly. of course, john b and sarah had survived sailing into a storm, but it wasnât anywhere near as intense as the storm they are in now.
after a particularly harsh wave collided with the side of the boat, you were knocked out of your seat and hit the ground hard.
âshit!â you exclaimed trying to balance as you pushed yourself to your knees
âare you ok?â sarah grabbed your hand and pulled you to her protectively
âthis isnât good. weâre fucked, arenât we?â you gulped holding sarahâs hand and the bottom of the table tightly
you looked around at the girls, who all had similar looks of fear on their faces, even cleo who was always calm and collected. pope rushed back down to you guys, explaining that they decided there was no way of outrunning the storm. that they just had to go through it.
sarah and kie went off to find jj and john b, not wanting to be too far from them which left you, cleo, and pope in the small sitting area to hold down the fort.
âhey! let me out! audrey! sarah!â your head suddenly snapped towards the door across the room that led to the room rafe was being kept in
you couldnât leave him in there all alone, there was no telling how scared he was trapped in there having no idea what was going on. only being able to feel the way the boat thrashed back and forth.
pope, recognizing the look on your face after so many years of friendship immediately shook his head in protest.
âno! no, audrey you canât let him out!â pope reached for you but you shrugged him off as you ran towards the kitchen area
âaudrey! come on, girl! donât!â cleo exclaimed
âi canât just leave him there to die! heâs the father of my child, and i still love him. iâm sorry!â you gave them an apologetic look before grabbing a knife out of the sink and running tot he door ignoring your friends shouts from behind you
your legs shook from the effort it took to stay on your feet, the boat rocked back and forth harshly as the enormous waves tossed them around like a pinball.
you practically busted down the door and fell against the sink, somehow miraculously you managed to not stag yourself in the process. rafe was pulling on his restrains and you saw water had already leaked into the room making your eyes widen.
âbaby, cut me loose.â rafe broke you out of your trance
âi got you.â you rushed over to him and cautiously began cutting the ropes
âcareful!â rafe scolded when you accidentally nicked the skin on his forearm
âiâm trying! just, stay still iâve never done this before!â you fired back
finally you were able to cut through the ropes and rafe waisted no time pulling you into his arms holding you tightly. you melted into his chest, momentarily forgetting the terror of the situation.
âthank you.â rafe sighed into your hair
âiâd never leave you.â you mumbled squeezing his waist
the two of you pulled away and looked at each other, silently promising to have a long conversation, when you werenât battling a dangerous storm of course.
âi need to get to john b. sarahâs with him, come on!â you abruptly pulled away, now that you knew rafe was ok you had to find your brother
you ran out of the door hearing rafe curse before following behind you, calling your name. the unfortunate thing was that to get up to the cabin from your position you had to first go across the deck.
the wind was so strong it almost knocked you off your feet as you stepped onto the deck, the rain pelted down onto you mixed with the water that had been sloshed over the edge of the boat.
âjohn b!â you exclaimed, shielding your eyes as you tried to walk forward
âaudrey!â john b yelled with wide eyes as he took in your small figure in the storm he, followed by sarah, jj, and kie rushed out onto the upper deck right outside the cabin.
just as you made a move towards them a large wave came out of no where and slammed into the side of the boat knocking you to the ground. your skin scuffed against the ground and you yelped at the feeling of a jagged piece of metal slashing your hip.
rafe had just burst onto the deck when he saw you on the ground, as he was about to run to you he heard sarah scream your name.
âaudrey!â sarah screamed in horror as the lightning in the sky revealed a monster wave approaching them
you screamed, knowing there was no way youâd be able to make it to safety in time and tried your best to clutch onto something. before you knew it you felt your body being hit hard by a wall of water, sending you skidding across the ground. your hands slipped and slid as you tried to grab onto something, but it was no use as you felt yourself suddenly falling off the back of the boat.
you didnât even have time to scream as youâre body collided with the harsh and unforgiving ocean water, your body was pulled underwater by the rough current. you had been swimming in the ocean your whole life, yet you had never experienced something quit like this before.
it felt like there were hands gripping your body trying to keep you underwater, but you fought as hard as you could. when you were finally able to break the surface you did so with a big gasp, eagerly sucking in air as you fought against the waves.
âhelp! rafe! john b! jj!â you screamed thrashing in the water
when rafe saw you fall overboard his heart stopped and it was like his body was in autopilot. he ran forward and grabbed the lifebuoy that was hanging on the side of the boat.
sarah locked her teary eyes on her brother, her heart pounding out of her chest at the thought of losing her best friend, and now she sees rafe holding the lifebouy and knows exactly what is going through his head.
ârafe!â sarah yelled not wanting to lose someone else
rafe didnât hesitate, his mind already made up as he ran to the end of the boat.
âaudrey! iâm coming!â rafe yelled before diving into the water
the pogues watched in terror as the two disappeared from their sight, john b dropping to his knees in agony at the potential loss of his sister. the only family he had left. while sarah was in the same position, you were her best friend and now sister in law and rafe was the only family she had left and she had just lost them both.
rafe gasped as he broke the surface, holding onto the bouy tightly he looked around frantically trying to spot you when he saw you clinging to a piece of wood.
âaudrey!â rafe yelled before swimming towards you
your head snapped up when you heard rafeâs familiar voice and couldnât help but sob in relief as you saw him swimming towards you.
ârafe!â you started swimming to meet him halfway
when you were within arms reach, rafe pulled you into his arms and held you against him and the bouy as tight as he could. you cried as you clung to him and rafe tried his best to push his fear aside for your sake.
âyou came for me. you came for me.â you gasped kicking your legs to stay above the water
âiâll always come for you. always. itâs going to be ok, baby. just donât let go.â rafe demanded and you nodded
the storm raged around you and the boat disappeared from your sight, nothing around but the vast stretch of the ocean leaving you with nothing but fear and anxiety. but at least you had rafe, you knew he would do whatever he could to protect you and thatâs what kept you going as the two of you clutched onto each other tightly and rode out the storm.
the first thing you recognized was how quiet it was around you, the next was the body laying beside you. you blinked your eyes open and coughed feeling some of the water you inhaled trickle out of your mouth. hands grabbed your face and you blinked up to see rafeâs soaked face hovering above you.
âthere she is, wake up for me baby.â rafe sighed in relief as he pulled you into his arms
âare we alive?â you asked clutching onto his arm
âyeah baby, weâre alive. weâre ok.â rafe chuckled kissing your forehead
you sighed leaning against him lazily, as exhaustion filled your aching body. you have no idea how the two of you survived the storm, but you were grateful.
âyou saved my life.â you looked up at rafe with teary eyes before grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach. âyou saved us both.â
rafe felt his emotions overpower him as a lone tear slid down his cheek, it was just now hitting him how much he had to lose. if he had been even a second too late he would have lost you. he wouldâve lost you and the baby.
he had spent so much time being an idiot, being a terrible person when he couldâve spent that time loving you. no more, he made that vow to himself right in that moment. he made a promise to himself that he would do right by you and this baby, nothing else mattered. not money or kooks vs pogues, nothing. only you and the future the two of you had together with your child.
âi will always save you. i love you so much, audrey, and i and so sorry for the way i have treated you. for the way i have treated your friends. for everything. this has made me realize that you are the most important thing to me in the world and i am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and to our child. if you give me a chance, i swear to you that i will be the best man i can be.â rafe cradled your face in his hands
as you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but love and sincerity, and it was what you had been wanting from him for as long as you can remember. seeing him in this moment you know how serious he is and after he literally risked his life to save you, you know that he is the one.
âi love you too, rafe. i want to be a family.â you leaned your forehead against his nudging his nose with yours
âi want that too. more than anything.â rafe said before leaning forward and connecting your lips
in that moment you knew that no matter what came out of this new treasure hunt that you would always have rafe by your side and that your child would grow up with a father. and thatâs all you could hope for.
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