#just grrrrr all over him

[vitally-undead]

i want this man in me or maybe i want to be in him i cant decide

[sulky-cabbage]

We don't talk about these panels enough this is the first time the words: "The loneliness that comes with peerless strength!! I will be the one who will teach you about love!!" Were uttered.

And THIS. WAS. SUKUNA'S. REACTION.

Yorozu seemed to have expressed to him exactly how he felt about someone else. It seems like an "Ironic, I was just thinking that" kind of laugh.

He pulled a weird face and legit started giggling; even Yorozu was like, "Huh?"

She perceived it as Sukuna already knowing about love, but if it were anyone else, they would’ve assumed Sukuna was just mocking them (she's not crazy; Gege is simply expressing to us what Sukuna is thinking through her so it becomes clear and not up for interpretation).

It becomes even more clear during his fight with gojo, it's so painfully obvious it's basically canon that Sukuna loved gojo (or at the very least wanted to).

It's so damn obvious that a dudebro created a theory video titled "Sukuna loves Gojo" that is based on this exchange between Yorozu and Sukuna before the fight with Gojo even happened.

Like... in what world does that happen??😭😭 a dudebro making a theory like that? And the comments are something else man... (I advice everyone to watch it it's really good).

Yorozu felt threatened, she became jealous, and literally started sweating😭😭 and declared "That's not love!! I'll show you what real love looks like!!" Which she obviously failed to accomplish lol

I wish we could have had an interaction between Yorozu and Gojo. we were robbed..

I know she would have hated gojo and tried to kill him in an attempt to prove she is stronger than him and therefore more worthy of Sukuna's love lmao

Orrrrrr.... maybe... she would support them and start fujoshing out 👀

[yioh]

sometimes it makes me really annoyed how fast the male characters in genshin become favoured by fans lmfao it’s so unfair 😭

[happybunnykat]

Season 2 Tim............

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

Hrrrrgh I am biting and ripping and tearing. This is so duality duo coded to me (song is Catharsis by alicebanD)

[luveline]

hi jade!! if ur still up for kbd, can we see an instance where mom feels insecure about her parenting like she feels like she's doing something wrong or being a bad mom (she's not) and Steve just helps her through it? thank<3

KBD —Steve can make you feel better just by being himself. mom!reader, 1.4k

Wren wriggles like a worm on the floor. You’ve spread her baby mat out over the rug, rainbow hearts and stars and smiley faces all around her. 

“Mom, what did you say? What’s tummy time?” Beth asks. “I can’t ’member what you said.” 

Wren whines. Her face is smushed into the floor again. 

“Tummy time is to help her develop her muscles,” you say. “It’s supposed to help her hold her head up by herself. Not working yet…” 

You slide your hand between Wren’s face and the floor. 

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” you say. 

“Try her on your chest,” Steve says, Dove in his arms as he walks through the kitchen doorway into the living room. “She’s much happier when I lay her on my chest before her nap. I lay real flat on the couch.” 

You scoop Wren up under her armpits. Her hair is getting much longer now, the same wavy texture as her father’s, though as she’s grown older her hair has thickened. You’re sure she’s gonna have full curls when she’s older, but for now, you hold her to your chest and brush a hand through those waves thoughtfully. It’s much darker than Steve’s, as are her eyes.

She gurgles as you carry her to the couch. When you lay down, Beth crawls to your side to ask if she can sit on your feet. 

“What are you upto now?” you ask Steve, laying Wren out on your chest. You realise that’s not gonna work and pull her down so her face and neck are flat on your stomach instead. 

“We just washed our hands,” Steve says, letting Dove down. “She made a little mess, that’s all. Need something?” 

“Come n’ sit down, baby,” you murmur, beckoning him in. 

Steve doesn’t need telling twice. He sits in the armchair by your head and feels around for the TV remote. Things go quiet, Dove with her Barbie’s to the right of the room where all the toys live, Beth squeezing your ankle, and Steve clicking through channels until he finds the family movie channel. You tease Wren’s cheek where she rests, but she won’t lift her head. You’re scared she’ll smother herself. 

“Honey, what am I doing wrong?” you ask. 

“Doing what?” 

“Tummy time? She never wants to lift her head.” You frown. “S’like she doesn’t wanna see me.” 

“Maybe you’re just comfy.” 

You sigh and lift Wren again. When she sees you, she smiles. “Ba?” she says. 

“Hiya, baba,” you say softly, “what’s wrong? You don’t wanna play with mama?” 

“Ba,” she says again, dribble curling down her chin as her hand grabs for your face. You let her down against your chest, unperturbed when she grabs your ear. 

“No tummy time, then.” 

“That’s fine, she was on her tummy for a long time earlier,” Steve says, “she’s probably just tired out.” 

“It hurts my neck to hold it up all the time,” Beth says. 

You scrub your eye. Are you hurting her? You hadn’t realised she was tired, but how could you not know that? You’re her mom. 

You’re tired, too. You murmur a sorry to Beth and take your legs from under her. You curl in, pill bug style, baby curled in with you. “Sorry,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. 

“Ba,” she says again, her spit on your cheek. 

You’ve had one of those shitty mom days. You burnt the last bagels in the toaster so Beth had to have toast, which she doesn’t even really like. You tore Avery’s Princess Polly dress trying to clean the sleeve. Dove cried because you didn’t listen to her story, Wren won’t do tummy time, and Steve wouldn’t have done any of those things. He’s amazing, and you’re just… you. He makes being a dad look so easy, he was basically born to do it, and you love your kids but you suck. Today sucks. 

Wren babbles all over you. “Ma-ba ma,” she says, then, “grrrrr.” 

“You growling at me, baby?” 

She lets out a bunch of gr’s and wr’s. You rub her back, tickle it until she giggles. Even the sound of her bumpy baby laughter doesn’t improve your mood. 

Steve goes to the kitchen in silence. He opens the freezer a couple of times, and then he’s calling for the girls to come and have some ice cream and chocolate fudge. Avery tumbles down the stairs from her room. She could take the hallway to the kitchen, but she stumbles into the living room instead. “Hi, mommy,” she says, smiling widely, “are you tired?” 

“A lot,” you confess. 

“Can a kiss make you feel better?” 

You turn your cheek and poke it. “Please. Just one,” —she darts forward to kiss you soundly— “go have your ice cream, baby, quick, before Dove eats it.” 

Steve dodges her. He has a bowl when he returns. He says your name so nicely you don’t think twice about taking it. An ice cream sundae melts inside, three scoops of thick ice cream adorned with cut fruit and a chocolate fudge heart. 

“It looked better five minutes ago. I did yours first.” 

“Where’s yours?” you ask. 

“I thought I’d share yours,” he says. “No?” 

You grin. “Nope.” 

“Alright. Can I sit with you, at least?” 

You straighten up. Wren stays in one arm, your bowl rests on your leg. You lift the other to take your spoon, while Steve sits next to you, not a millimetre of space between your two bodies. 

He doesn’t ask for the baby, which is actually nice. Usually eating with a child in tow is irksome, but you feel a little more capable without his asking. And besides, Steve’s fully trained. You could drop any baby into his lap at any hour and he’d take them without complaint. 

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, but you know you could tell him. Can tell he’s waiting for a confession, or ready to let it go. 

You don’t want to talk about it. Admitting your failings is too embarrassing, sometimes, and he’s biased, so he’ll tell you anything to make it go away if he needs to. Instead, you sit, you eat your ice cream, and you rest your face against his shoulder, listening to the girls scratch their bowls in the kitchen. 

“You can go to bed early, if you need to,” he says gently. 

“No, I’m okay.” 

“How about a shower? A walk?” He lifts his head to press his nose against you. “Just let me know what you want.” 

“I’m okay, really.” 

“Okay,” he says, both of you aware that you’re not fully okay, and that he doesn’t believe it. “Can I have some of those strawberries?” 

You scoop up some strawberries and lift the spoon, but notice movement from the corner of your eye that makes you laugh in surprise. Wren is opening her mouth, waiting for a bite. She’s just on the cusp of being old enough for soft foods, but she’s never expressed any interest, until now. 

“Oh, do you want to try?” you ask, laughing. “I’m sorry, baby, this is much too sugary for your first bite.” You lean down to kiss her head. “Sorry,” you murmur into her hair, “we’ll have to find you something tomorrow.” 

Steve smiles so hard you can hear it. “Wow, soft foods already!” he says to her, rubbing the tip of his finger up and down her chest. “Our big girl, huh? Are you mama’s big girl? Daddy’s big girl?” 

“Ma,” she agrees, before her lips part again for a taste. 

Steve looks into your face proudly, eyes darting between you both. He looks at you like you’ve just hung the moon, when you didn’t do much of anything. 

“What should we make her?” he asks. 

“I don’t know, what do you think she’ll like?” 

“What do you think?” 

You abandon your spoon to soothe one of her curls away from her forehead. “I don’t know… she looks like an applesauce girl, doesn’t she? Or maybe some sweet potato.” 

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders. “We’ll have sweet potato mash for dinner, then, and she can have the first bite. Good idea, angel.” 

You turn into his hold, letting him nose at your ear. 

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Kimi Raikkonen with wife reader where she and their child being passenger prince and princess and he just brought them everywhere they want to go just to spend time together? Just something fluff and romantic. Tag me later. Thanks!!

All my time - Kimi Räikkönen x Wife! Reader + Child

Plot: You and your son, want to go shopping but of course you need your big manly husband to drive and escort you round the shops and carry your bags for you. And who is he to say no…

Credit to invisibleicewands for the GIF

"Baby, me and Arvo want to go shopping" you say to your husband and you dress up your little boy. You had him in a little racing jacket that Fernando's Kimoa line had made for him.

"Mmmmm!" he nods, watching the football on the TV not having actually taken in what you said.

"Hunny, I said we are going shopping!" you smile, patting at his arm a little to grab his attention more.

"Oh! I'll grab the keys then!" he nods turning the TV off and going to the kitchen counter. He grabs the keys to his car, before grabbing the snack bag.

He pulls you into a soft kiss before jogging down to the steps.

He goes to the car before you and your son Arvo setting up for the pair of you. He adds your blanket that he always kept in the boot of the car to the front seat and another one in the back by the car seat for your son.

He brings forward the water bottles and then puts the bag of snacks he grabbed in the footwell.

"Come on Arvo" you ask nicely as the toddler kicks at his shoes that he didn't want to put on.

"Mummy will buy you some new dinosaurs, yeah?" you ask looking down at him and he nods letting you slip the trainer on. You help him into it them and he grabs your hand. You walk to the garage opening the back door of the car, lifting him up into his car seat.

"Which Dinosaur will you get today?" you ask as you start to loop his arms through the double cross seat belt.

"Biggg Grrrrr" he says making some hand gestures that didn't look like anythi ng specific, just waving them around.

"Gonna get a scary one yeah. We'll have to make room on your shelf or daddy will have to put a new one in!" you smile as you finally buckle him up.

"I want cars too" he asks looking at you and you nod before kissing his forehead.

You jog round the front of the car, lifting the blanket up before sliding in and putting the blanket over you before crossing your seatbelt over and clicking it in place.

"Lets go!" you smile. You wrap the blanket tighter around you, Kimi's hand goes under the blanket just to place it gently on your thigh. He drives round the streets with one hand on the wheel and another on your leg.

You sip on your drink making light conversation with both Kimi and Arvo. Asking them what they had in mind for today, Arvo asking to go for ice-cream and the park. Kimi quietly asked if you could go to a sports bar to watch the race that started at 5pm.

You really wanted to go into Reiss to get the new x Mclaren line. You'd been a Mclaren fan, even when you first met Kimi you were a Mclaren fan, and you worked with them when you were younger as a PR manager before you met Kimi.

You guys went to the shopping center, Kimi and Arvo walked around watching as you picked stuff out that you wanted. Kimi held onto every bag you had from every store while you held hands with Arvo, he of course was a mummy's boy.

After lots of shopping, you and Kimi it would be best to tire Arvo out as much as possible before you went to the sports bar so he could sleep well.

When you pull up to the park, you'd grabbed the back of snacks, while Kimi took your son out letting him down softly onto the gravel. He opens the boot grabbing the blanket, football and emergency bag to take with him.

You take a walk around the lake that centered the park, Arvo was fascinated by the wildlife around him. He watched as the swans gilded through the water and when Kimi held him close enough to the water screeched in delight when his sight caught onto the large fish in there.

Halfway on the walk, Arvo had seen a bright pink ice-cream stand that immediately drew his interest in. He tried to run ahead of you and Kimi, but his father was quick to scoop him up onto his shoulder and hold him up there as you all went to get the frozen dessert.

You found a place to lay the blanket down and enjoy your ice-cream while it was still cold and un-melted.

Luckily Kimi had brought wipes with him, which with a toddler with a messy eating style was widely worth it and you both wiped around his chocolatey mouth getting rid it all.

The afternoon was spent you lounging around on the blanket reading a book Kimi had made sure to pack for you while he played football with your son. You sometimes gazed up looking at the pair, both flushed from the activeness of what they were doing.

As it started to get colder Kimi could tell you were starting to feel it and your son was getting sleepy. You decided to make the walk back to the park entrance. Kimi once again taking your son on his shoulders bouncing him every now and then making a small yet tired giggle reply.

You strapped him in the car while Kimi packed away, you tucked your boy under a blanket giving him his Dino teddy he so conveniently named Lando after his favorite driver.

You came in meeting Kimi at the same time both setting up for the drive to the bar, Arvo sleeping the whole way and being such a good boy. He was never a problem for you or Kimi, it really made you both want to try for another.

As you got to the bar, you and Kimi quietly woke up Arvo who had a newfound energy from his power nap in the back of the car able to watch the race.

He loved F1, and even though he was a little too young for karting rn, Kimi desperately wanted to coach his son. You all watched on, Arvo getting excited whenever the orange cars came up on screen.

Some people in the bar as per usual recognized you guys, however all remained respectful just happy to be watching a race with and F1 icon.

After the night was all wrapped up with a Redbull win and a double Mclaren podium that made you very very happy, Kimi drove you all home. Exhausted from the day both you and your son had fallen asleep on the car ride home.

And Kimi, he couldn't be happier with his life and his passenger princess and prince.

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[sensivs]

Asshole

Hakari x male reader x kirara

A/n: GRRRRR MY LIGHTSKIN DADDY HAKARI DOESNT GET ENOUGH ATTENTIONNNNN ALONG WITH MY SUGAR PLUM PIE KIARAAAAA, also I discussed what type of fuckers Hakari and kirara r with @ — mmonikurr and we both agreed that Hakari is the more rougher one during sex while Kirara is like super sweet

Cw: rough sex , Hakari being a complete asshole towards the reader during sex , edging , degradation , Hakari not knowing wtf is aftercare , cruel hakari , spitroast , sweet kiara , transfem Kirara , praise , positive affirmations from Kirara , I love Kirara

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, his head hanging off the couch and his legs propped up on the back cushion. Kirara sat right beside him while scrolling through her phone, giggling from time to time.

Y/n blew raspberries for a second before opening his mouth, “ugh, is Hakari ever gonna come back?” Kirara looked up(down??) from her phone to look at her boyfriend, and then to the door.

“Hm, i thought he said he’d be back in a few seconds..” Kirara pouted slightly before scrolling back on her phone. Just at that moment, the door slammed open and in walked in a scary looking hakari, spooking the two on the couch.

Y/n quickly sat up correctly and gulped slightly, sweat dripped down from his temple as he saw Hakari turn his attention to him.

He was pissed. It was evident all over his face, and the rage was all due because of y/n interfering with a plan of Hakari’s. So y/n accepted his fate and let his and his boyfriend’s lips clash into one another.

The kiss was extremely lustful, both hakari’s and y/n’s tongues battled against each other, drool slipped through the cracks of their lips. But at the end, Hakari had beaten y/n in dominance.

Hakari pulled away, his eyes were filled with both rage and sexual desire. “Lay down.” Hakari ordered, y/n quickly obeyed and laid his head on kiara’s lap.

Kirara smiled softly as she twirled y/n’s hair on her pointer finger, y/n shifted uneasily on her thighs, trying to find a suitable spot so his back wouldn’t end up hurting the next morning from this plowing he was going to experience.

Hakari wasted no time in unclothing the bottom half of y/n and himself. Y/n shivered slightly due to the freezing cold AC brushing along his dick.

“You’re such a cutie y/n” y/n blushed and thanked Kirara for such a compliment. “Jeez stop with all your lovey-dovey shit, I’m right here yknow?” Hakari said in an aggravated tone.

“Ah.. sorry kinji..” hakari just rolled his eyes and flipped y/n on his stomach, “Kirara, take off your pants would you?”

‘What a change in tone’ y/n thought to himself, hearing his boyfriend talk to his girl in a totally different tone than what he was using earlier made him feel like Hakari was just being petty.

Kirara complied with Hakari’s command and took off her jeans along with the thong she was wearing. Her cock sprung out and swung itself on top of y/n’s face. Its pretty pink tip slightly shiny due to her precum rubbing itself onto it.

Hakari grabbed a good portion of y/n’s hair on the back of his head , “how about you suck on kiara’s dick while I fuck you, ay?” fear struck into y/n and just as he was about to protest Hakari had already forced y/n’s face towards kirara’s dick, causing both y/n’s mouth and kirara’s entire cock to connect.

Hoshi jolted, not expecting such a warm and slutty mouth to wrap itself around her entire cock that quick. She slapped a hand over her mouth and threw her head back. Moaning into the palm of their hand.

Hakari chuckled at kirara’s reaction to y/n’s moist mouth engulfing her cock in one sitting, keeping his grip on the back of y/n’s head, Hakari began bobbing y/n’s head for him, making the poor man choke.

“A-AH! H-Hakari don’t be so rough on him..! I don’t want him dying while sucking my dick..” Kirara said through gasps, trying to hold in her pleasurable noises. Hakari chuckled some more before finally letting go of y/n’s hair. Letting the man finally come up from kiara’s cock and letting him breathe.

But his freedom didn’t last long, as his hair was quickly grabbed again and pulled back harshly. Hakari then slipped his dick inside y/n’s hole, making y/n moan out loudly.

“FUCK! Have you’ve gotten tighter or something y/n?” Hakari questioned with a smirk on his face, knowing that y/n was now fixated on his fat cock deep in his ass. Hakari leaned in towards y/n’s ear.

“Yknow, im starting to feel hot” hakari whispered into the boy’s ear under him. “W-wha-?!” And again, y/n’s sentence was cut off quickly by a harsh thrust by kinji. Y/n’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his jaw was left ajar.

“One thrust and you already look dumbfucked, how slutty can you really get?” Hakari said between harsh thrusts, “kinjiii.. don’t be so mean to y/n, yknow he cant take in your big cock inside him” kirara pouted and crossed her arms.

“Fuck.. you know I can’t hold back when I’m fucking this slut of a boyfriend I have” Hakari said through heavy huffs. Kirara hummed, “I wouldn’t either to be honest, he looks so adorable with his eyes rolled back like that” kirara cooed.

Hakari let out breathy curses as he continued with his harsh pace, hips slamming into y/n’s ass like this was the last time they would fuck. Kirara couldn’t hold back and anymore and started jerking off to the scene unfolding in front of her. Small moans slipping out from her mouth time to time.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna last any longer..” kinji said breathlessly. “M-Me either.. Ngh!” Kirara whispered, trying to keep her moans in control.

“How ‘bout you slut? Are you close to finishing?” All y/n could muster at that moment were some loud moans and whimpers. “Sounds to me like you are. Don’t worry, I’m right behind you” Hakari’s thrusts sped up, along with kirara’s strokes.

“HNNGG!! C-CUMMING!! IM CUMMING KINJJIIIII!!” Y/n said in a broken voice, tears filled his eyes and spilled out in huge amounts as he came hot ropes of cum.

Hakari wasn’t lying when he said he was right behind y/n, just after y/n finished cumming Hakari managed to spill his load deep within his boyfriend’s guts.

And after kinji, kirara came as well, her own hot ropes of cum spilled out from the tip of her cock and landing on y/n’s abdomen.

Hakari let go of y/n’s hair, letting him fall onto kirara’s lap once again. “‘Karriii!! You can’t just drop him like he’s some doll!” Kirara scolded kinji for his recklessness.

“Jeez sorry.. also could you get him.. I don’t know..? Some water or something?” Hakari questioned his wording of his sentence, he never picked up a book or an article of aftercare that’s for sure.

Hoshi scoffed while rolling her eyes, “sure, go change Hakari I’m pretty sure we’ll get some company soon..” kinji let out one of his signature chuckles.

“Doubt that, but alright”

[potatoplace]

betty

Azriel x Archeron!Reader

the 1 (part 1) | So Long, London (part 3)

mini-series masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: In the aftermath of your fall, your sisters stay by your side, comforting you as best they can. The Shadowsinger is lurking, hoping for a chance to apologize. Will you tell him to go fuck himself or take him as your mate once more?

Warnings: suicide mention, self harm, difficult birth, chronic pain (idk if I should tag that?), FUCK AZRIEL

Words: ~3.5k

Author's Note: So. This was supposed to be the HAPPY ending. And it kind of is. So. Yeah. I just couldn't think of a way to make it actually happy except in the way that I did. Because tbh Azriel fucked up TOO. HARD. There's honestly no way to fully come back from what he did... grrrrr. I hope you guys like it anyways, sorry that I can't deliver on some actual fluff to heal your hearts 💔 also the first bit before Feyre finds out about Reader is the same as in 'Gone'. And the final alternate ending will be out tomorrow!

18+ only pls

💙🤍💙🤍💙

Azriel quickly made his way back to Elain, doing his best to put the interaction he had just had with you behind him.

His mate.

Elain’s sister… That’s the only way he had ever thought of you.

As a human you had been… Less than average. Hard to look at.

At least in comparison to Elain.

Elain was a breath of fresh air, so lovely and innocent and so entirely unlike him.

And turned fae, she was even more breathtaking.

He had waited for her to realize how truly damaged and scarred he was, and not just on the outside. How entirely unworthy of her he was.

But she hadn’t. She had seen him, loved him, even with how broken he was on the inside.

And he had meant his words to Nesta, when he had said no one would ever compare to Elain, even his mate.

And he was right. You didn’t compare to her.

But as he reached her side and wrapped his arm around his lovely Elain, he couldn’t help but… wonder.

Had he just made a mistake in rejecting the bond so easily?

His free hand came to rub at his chest, which felt like it was being scraped with a knife, a dull, throbbing pain.

“Are you alright?” Elain’s sweet voice asked, and he tilted his head to look down at her.

“Of course, sweetheart. Join me for a dance?” He asked softly, leading her by the hand to the dance floor after she nodded, a beautiful smile gracing her lips.

The ring in his pocket, so dainty and light, felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds.

He had planned to propose to Elain tonight, present her with the beautiful ring that he had picked out just for her. But now, after your confession and the pain from a severed bond in his chest, it just didn’t feel like the time.

Only a minute into their dance, Feyre screamed in agony, all heads whipping to look at their High Lady.

“Feyre? What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, already holding Feyre in his arms.

She broke away from him a moment later, sprinting further into the House without any warning.

Rhys followed immediately after, running after his mate, and the rest of the inner circle followed quickly.

They found Feyre peering over a balcony, sobbing at whatever she saw before summoning her wings. In the next moment, Feyre was jumping over the edge, diving down towards the rocks below.

Just a few seconds later, she returned, a body clutched tightly to her chest-

You. His mate.

Feyre set you gently on the ground, her hands already glowing with healing powers. “Someone go get Madja. Now.”

Cassian took to the air as soon as she gave her command, flying in the direction of the healer’s home as the rest of them stood, watching Feyre work to heal your broken, battered body with mouths wide in disbelief.

Your other two sisters fell to the ground around you, careful not to touch you lest they cause any more damage.

“What… What happened?” Elain asked tearily. His soft, sweet Elain, tears already streaming down her face, sorrow matched by Nesta.

But Feyre… Feyre was sobbing as she worked to heal you, mending the vital organs that had been damaged in the fall.

Because you had fallen. Somehow, you had fallen over the edge of the balcony that would reach above your waist.

You were so small, so fragile.

The torn bond in his chest felt like a gaping wound, Truthteller twisting inside the muscle over and over and over as he looked at your dying body, the reality of the situation hitting him all at once.

You are his mate! He had rejected his mate!

Cassian returned with Madja in record time, who immediately set to healing the bones that were shattered into a thousand pieces.

“Everyone besides the sisters should leave now, I need to focus,” Madja said sharply, leveling a glare at Azriel himself.

He had been softly sobbing, tears cascading down his face without him even realizing.

Rhys, Cassian, Mor, and Amren all turned their eyes to Azriel, confused at the level of grief he was displaying, nearly level with your sisters.

Quickly, Azriel turned and left the balcony, making his way to another abandoned one, taking to the skies a moment later. He hoped the cold air would clear his thoughts, rid him of this feeling of regret he was holding now, after seeing you nearly dead.

But still, his heart ached with the need to see you, the need for the bond to be whole and healed again, to give it a chance.

Because now, he could see that he had made a mistake. Now that you had nearly left him in a way he hadn’t anticipated, hadn’t thought would ever happen.

Elain… Elain would be sad, of course. And he would miss her truly… It was a shame you were sisters, or he may have been able to figure out a world in which he could have the both of you to love him.

Most likely, Elain wouldn’t want a relationship with her sister’s mate, either. It would be… Cruel of them to continue on, with you still around them.

He didn’t know how he hadn’t realized that the moment you had confessed.

But there was no changing that. There was only the path forward, and that was for him to find some way to repair the bond between you, and do whatever he needed to win his mate to his side

💙🤍💙🤍💙

The first time you woke, it was to blinding pain in every inch, every cell of your body.

Without opening your eyes, your body wrenched itself to the side to wretch up whatever remained in your stomach, the movement sending more stabs of pain through you.

You weren’t awake for more than a minute before you succumbed to the pain, falling into blissful nothingness.

The second time you woke, you could hear muffled words, sounding like they were passing through several layers of cotton stuffed into your ears.

The voices sounded like your sisters, arguing in hushed voices.

Probably about what a failure you were, not even able to take your own life, even by jumping from-

A balcony.

Azriel.

Your mate.

The pain of your body was nothing to the renewed agony of the severed bond, ripped so suddenly after finally being recognized by your mate.

A scream left your lips without a thought, and your hands attempted to raise up to your chest, to attempt to soothe the pain ravaging you so thoroughly.

But they were stopped, held down by gentle hands, and two more cupped at your face, the kindness in them reminding you of only one person-

Twin.

Your eyes cracked open the slightest bit, the connection between you and Feyre giving you just enough to meet her pretty blue eyes with your dull brown ones.

“Y/N, you’re awake,” Feyre said softly, the words echoed into your mind so that you could actually hear her. “Try to stay still, sissy. We healed you as much as we could but you could still reinsure your muscles. Just stay still, I’ll get you more pain potions.”

Tears leaked out of your eyes. “Bond. Hurts,” you managed to whisper to her mentally, and her eyes widened.

One of her hands left your face, the other one curling around to lift your head and tilt a potion into your mouth, the liquid bitter but instantly easing the physical aches within you, tiredness sweeping over your senses and pulling you under.

But you could still feel the pain in your heart.

The third time you woke, the pain in your body was only a dull ache, but your hands shot up to rub at the ache in your chest.

No hands stopped you this time, but you heard three soft gasps as you moved, and after a moment you let your eyes flutter open, squeezing shut after seeing how bright it was.

“Oh, shoot,” Elain’s soft voice said, and you hear her soft footsteps and the swish of fabric before she returned. “It’s darker in here now, you should be more comfortable.”

You let your eyes open again, pleased to see there was only the dim glow of the fireplace and a few candles dotted about the room.

After a moment, you recognized that you were in the room that had been set aside for you in the River House, laying on the plush bed with your sisters huddled around it on chairs.

“What…” You started, but found yourself coughing, your dry, sore throat protesting the action. Feyre quickly offered you a glass of water, helping to raise your head and tilting the glass to spill the cool liquid down your throat.

Once you had had your fill, she set the glass back down on your bedside table, then helped you sit up against the headboard. She fussed with the pillows, making sure that you were only laying against the plush padding, then tugged the blanket up to cover your chest and shoulders.

Feyre was sniffling softly as she looked at you, her eyes gleaming with unshod tears, but her face was puffy and red so you knew she had been crying recently.

“What happened?” You asked quietly.

How did I survive?

“I- I felt you go unconscious, through our mental link. And I- I found you on-” Feyre’s voice was cut off by a sob.

Nesta sighed, to your left. But it wasn’t an angry sigh, like you were used to. Your head turned to look at her, seeing tears on her own face as well.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen her cry.

“She could you at the rocks below the House of Wind,” Nesta explained, her hands sneaking under the blanket and taking your left one in them, her thumbs rubbing over the back of it in a comforting manner. “You were… You were nearly gone, when we found you.”

“She and Madja saved you, but they said you might have some… Residual pain, because of the amount of damage,” Elain said softly, her own hands resting on top of the blanket over your right hand.

You blinked at the three of them, lost for words.

The pain in your chest flared again, reminding you of exactly why you were in this situation.

“I… I’m sorry for worrying you…” You whispered, guilt overtaking you as your right hand came to rub at your heart, attempting to soothe its pain, as futile as it was.

“Why are you sorry?” Nesta asked sharply, and you flinched. “I- I just meant that you have nothing to be sorry about. It’s Azriel who should be apologizing, and to you.”

Tears flooded your eyes at the mere mention of his name, and Feyre’s fingers wiped them away with a soft cloth with so much care that you began to sob.

“Oh, sissy, I’m sorry,” Feyre said, and climbed into the bed next to you, her body curling into yours like it did for so many years in that cold, run down cottage. “I’m so, so sorry,” she cooed as she rocked your body gently, joined to her back by Elain and Nesta to your left. “For what it’s worth, he realized what an… Error… He made,” Feyre said softly, but it only made you cry more.

That meant that he had hurt Elain, and that was the last thing that you wanted.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. I don’t…” Elain paused, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want to be with my sister’s mate, especially not… Not with the circumstances. He won’t tell us exactly what happened, just that… He rejected the bond quickly, and is now searching for a way to heal it.”

Your sobs quieted at that information, your mind confused.

“What?”

“Azriel is… Attempting to make amends with you,” Nesta said, clearly angry with just the suggestion. “Though what he thinks he can do to fix it, I don’t know.”

Elain sighed. “Really, I’m sorry Y/N. If I had known he was your mate… I never would have accepted his advances.”

“It’s okay, ‘Lain. I… I should have told him sooner, given him… An actual choice, not sprung it on him last night.”

“Starfall was a week ago, Y/N. He’s been stalking your room since we brought you here, his shadows are practically coating the door at all times. Feyre hasn’t let them in, though,” Nesta explained.

Your brow furrowed. A week? You had been out for a week?

“You needed the time to heal as much as you could. You woke up a couple of times, but it never lasted for long, your were in too much pain,” Feyre said softly, one of her hands running though your hair.

“Can… Is he… Is he waiting now?” You asked quietly, though you weren’t sure which answer you were hoping for.

Your sisters exchanged weary glances, but Elain was the one who nodded in confirmation.

“Would I be able to speak with him?”

Nesta sighed and squeezed your hand tightly. “Are you sure? I could go roast him alive instead? Save you the trouble of taking him out?”

Despite the pain still throbbing in your heart, your lips curled up at her suggestion. “No, I’ll be… Fine, Nes. I just… Need to do this.”

“Okay, we’ll tell him that he can come in. Would you like any of us to stay?” Elain asked, her eyes soft and worried.

You shook you head. “No, I think it would be better for us to talk alone.”

“If you need us, or to have him leave, just reach out for me, okay sissy?” Feyre suggested, giving you one last squeeze before she slipped from the bed.

“I will, FeyFey,” you said, giving her a soft smile in an attempt to reassure her that you were fine.

Nesta opened the door to your bedroom, shadows instantly flooding inside as she did. You could spot Azriel’s massive frame in the doorway, his wings drooped to the ground.

You heard Nesta hiss something at him, too quietly for you to hear, but the way his wings fell further and his accepting nod came across, you were certain that she had threatened to cut off important body parts if you ended up even more hurt.

Azriel entered the bedroom, his eyes cast to the ground as he stood in the center of the room. Elain left next, avoiding looking at Azriel as she did. Feyre was the last to go, leveling Azriel with a deathly cold stare. You knew that she was the most shaken up by the experience- you and your twin had always had a strong connection, almost like you could read each other’s minds, even before Feyre obtained the magic to actually do so.

She turned in the doorway, her eyes locking with yours. You smiled slightly and nodded at her.

You would be fine.

It’s not like there’s any way Azriel can hurt you more, what with the bond already destroyed in your chest.

The door snicked shut behind her, though you could still hear their heartbeats lingering in the hallway outside, ready to step in if they heard anything concerning.

“So…” You started, once the two of you had been in silence for a few minutes.

“So… I… I wanted to apologize, Y/N. I wish I could take back my cruel words, and undo the rejection of the bond. I don’t know what I was thinking, moving so quickly,” Azriel said, his voice the saddest that you had ever heard it.

Still, you didn’t say anything.

“I am so, so sorry Y/N. I want to take away your pain, I want to do anything that I can to help you. You are my mate and I have done so much wrong by you. Please, Y/N. Please give me another chance,” he begged.

And it broke you.

Your arms came out from under the blanket without you meaning to, reaching for him-

Your mate.

Your mate who was begging for your forgiveness.

Begging for you.

The broken bond in your chest ached even as his hands met yours, grasping them tightly as he kneeled on the bed before you, tears in his eyes.

“Please, let me try everything I can to repair the bond. Let me earn your trust and love, Y/N.”

You sighed and bit your lip, considering his words, the conviction with which he said them.

“Is… Is there a way to fix the bond?” You asked tentatively, squeezing his hands gently.

“There are ways, yes. They require multiple detailed rituals under the separate phases of the moon, with a priestess’s help. I… I’ve already had a priestess practice the rituals, in case you were to say yes. Of course, we’ll only start when you’re ready.”

You nodded slowly.

You could have your mate.

If you wanted.

“When can we start?”

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A month later, you and Azriel had completed the four rituals required to repair the mating bond.

The priestess had warned you that the bond would likely feel slightly hollow, not quite as strong as they normally do once accepted.

You swore to yourself that you didn’t care as you baked a blackberry cheesecake for your mating ceremony with Azriel- it was the first dessert the two of you had shared in your very first date, while you were still on bed rest after your…

Accident.

You swore to yourself that you didn’t care as you lifted a bite of the cheesecake to Azriel’s mouth as your family watched on, clapping and congratulating the two of you quickly before they winnowed out of the Town House, which Rhys and Feyre had gifted to the two of you.

You swore to yourself that you didn’t care once the mating frenzy had subsided, laying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, hand clutching at your heart.

Phantoms pains still rang through you every day, rattling your bones. The bond was there, yes, but it had been killed and brought back to life, reanimated in your chest and torturing you in life.

You swore to yourself that you didn’t care as you slid Truthteller across your thigh in the middle of the night while Azriel slept in the next room, needing to feel a pain that was real to distract you from how much you didn’t care that the bond wasn’t whole.

You told yourself that you didn’t care that Azriel wanted you for the bond, and likely the bond alone.

The moments that made you not care were the ones where Azriel’s attentions made the bond flare to life in you, imitating the wholeness that you could have once had.

His soft kisses on your lips and sweet nothings whispered in your ears, gentle scarred hands caressing your own scars, trying to erase every pain that he had caused you.

You swore that you didn’t care as you saw his eyes linger on Elain at family dinners, convinced yourself that you didn’t see longing and lust in his hazel eyes as he took in your elder sister, finally attempting to fulfill her own bond with Lucien.

You did the same as his eyes lingered on every pretty female you passed on your walks through Velaris, wishing that he would look at you with the same heated looks he did for them.

Even as you grew with child, you promised to yourself that you didn’t care that the bond felt like it was dying in your chest, draining you of your energy.

All you had ever wanted was to have a husband and a baby, someone who would love you forever, and a sweet child to raise, to shield from the cruelty of the world.

And of course, you told yourself that you didn’t care when he came home smelling of another female, his clothes slightly out of place and hair tousled while you were on bed rest, the lingering pain from your attempt making you unable to walk on your own.

Azriel was with you during labor, and the bond between the two of you shined the brightest then, with your hand squeezing his, nearly to the point of breaking bones, as you pushed and pushed and pushed, finally rewarded with your beautiful baby girl-

The absolute copy of her father, stunning hazel eyes, thick and curly dark hair, and tiny, fluttering wings on her back.

The labor took so much out of you, the wings having torn your body open, but finally, after hours of healing from Feyre and Madja, you were given the absolute joy of holding your firstborn.

You beamed down at her, enraptured by how sweet and precious and perfect she was, her little fingers curling around one of yours.

So small. So delicate.

You knew that you would protect her with your life, with everything you had. You would never let anyone hurt her, never let anyone compare her to those around her. She would be safe, and loved, and love herself like you had never had the chance to.

So you told yourself that you didn’t care, because she was worth it.

She was worth everything.

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[ginkgo-phyta]

I'm back again 😅

Hopefully, I'm not the only person with this opinion, but how do you think Spencer would react if his significant other told him that they thought he looked hot with his bulletproof vest on? 👀

omg is this injured spencer request anon?? I NEED TO KNOW im so sorry if it's not tho, whoever you are thank you so much for coming back!! i love you with all my heart you should use a special emoji as like ur own lil signature! :D

okay so i wanted to try blurb(?) format but mmm okay not really cuz just a wall of text was stressing me out but this is def more informal than my other work (look no capital letters!) and because i love you so much i present two scenarios for you :P... i cant fight this feeling anymore guys he rlly is so hot in his vest im becoming my most feral self grrrrr RAH RAH ALRIGHT hope you enjoy, my love!

OKAY SO SPENCER REACTING TO YOU TELING HIM HE'S HOT IN HIS FBI VEST gn! reader, fluff, second scenario a little steamy in tone but nothing explicit just h*rny vibes, no other warnings

if you weren't a profiler: you'd never thought about it before- spencer in his bulletproof vest. sure, you knew that his job required him to go into sticky situations where the prospect of gunfire was imminent and he would have to wear proper equipment, but you never put two nd two together. you never even thought of a kevlar vest as something that could be hot...until you saw a picture of him wearing it.

"what the hell is that." you blurt out, voice serious with hints of concern.

"huh?" spencer's as clueless as ever, a little worried about your reaction. he was just showing you random photos his team members had taken over the years, all printed out for easy viewing courtesy of the ever-so-accommodating penolope garcia. someone had taken a pic of a beautiful lake where the bau had saved yet another victim, the sun dipping below the horizon line of pine trees, painting the sky purple and pink. "um...the sunset?" spencer was confused, "i guess maybe it was kinda a weird time to take a photo, but no one was hurt and we caught the unsub and the sky really did look-"

you cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, eyes never leaving the photo in front of you, "no, no...what's that." you point to what you were talking about, a figure standing off to the side.

spencer takes a minute, becoming even more bewildered "...me?" in that moment your world changed.

"oh my god... "you whispered in a daze, firmly pulling the picture out of spencer's fingers and into your own, "what...what are you wearing?"

"honey what's wrong? it's just my bulletproof vest. i know it might look a little funny, but it, y'know, keeps me alive..." he scratches the back of his neck. a couple seconds of silence pass, but to spencer it feels excruciatingly long.

"spencer," you look at up at him deadpan "you look so fucking hot." to say your boyfriend was shocked would be an understatement.

he was absolutely blown away by your response, so much so that the way his face contorted looked borderline disgusted. "wha-what?? huh? what?" he clamored, eyes flitting over your face to find any sign you were joking.

"seriously, baby, you look so good. oh, my God!!" you almost shriek, gripping the picture tighter, the widest, dumbest grin pulling up your cheeks as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

spencer smiles at your reaction, still a little perplexed "you really think so?" the notion begins to sink into his bones, making him giddy.

you very enthusiastically nod your head, "are there any more pictures of you like this?" you rip the rest of the photos out of spencer's hands, scouring through them at light speed. out of nowhere, spencer laughs out loud, his nose scrunching in delight.

"i...don't know what to say. i'm flattered you think that," a wonderful blush shimmers over his cheeks, "but no i don't think there are. sadly." he playfully adds.

you stop all movements, slowly turning towards him, suspiciously calm. "well then," you grab your phone and suddenly stand up "looks like i'll just have to ask penelope for some!"

"wait! wait, no!" spencer calls after you as you start speed-walking away, your shirt barely escaping his fingertips. he yells out your name, his serious tone interrupted by a giggle of his own as he begins chasing you, "get back here!" he knows: garcia can never ever find out about this...

if you were a profiler: you had seen spencer don his FBI branded bulletproof vest hundreds of times over the years. although you had pined over him for years and were now finally in a relationship with him, seeing him like that didn't make you feel any type of way really. sure, you thought he looked strong and handsome, but most of the time you were too caught up in the case or situation at hand to focus on how he looked. until now. something had shifted in him in the last few months, not just with his ever-changing haircut, but within the way he held himself; more confident, more sure of himself, even more cocky, if you will. whatever it was, it drew your eyes to him in his tight little vest like a lightbulb draws in moths- instantly and continuously. it all came to a head when you caught the unsub responsible for drowning and resuscitating his victims until they couldn't be brought back to life. spencer dove into the lake with emily to apprehend the killer while you had helped the kid he had hostage reunite with his mother. you smiled at the scene in front of you, the teenager running into his mother's shaking arms, her holding him close in a tight embrace. another good ending, you thought to yourself before turning back to watch your fellow profilers make the arrest. suddenly, you mouth goes dry. there spencer reid stood; soaking wet, clothes sticking to his skin, chest rising and falling as he panted to catch his breath, his hand pushing his wet hair out of his face. and that stupid, goddamn kevlar vest. oh, fuck. the others walked away from the dock to situate everyone and themselves in respected vehicles that sat back on the road a few hundred feet away from where you currently were. as spencer moved to follow behind emily, hands trying to flick the water off of him, your gaze stopped him in his tracks. he stood there, a bit confused as to why you were walking towards him, seemingly entranced, instead of beelining behind everyone else.

he spoke out your name, but you remained silent, stopping just a couple feet away from him. you took him in one more time: the way his shirt became translucent, granting you with peeks of his skin; his sleeves rolled up, showing off his delicious forearms; the way his soaked pants choked his thick thighs. you became woozy with desire. spencer watched as your eyes dragged over his figure, drinking in every inch of his dripping body. "oh, baby..." you voice drawled out as soon as your gaze landed on his bulletproof vest, "you're absolutely soaking wet." spencer's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the suggestive twinkle in your timbre. you approached him further, chest just inches away from his. if he wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, he would have been a bit more cautious of lingering teammates. your hands came up to ghost over his vest, "did i ever tell you how good i think you look in this?" you looked up at him through your lashes.

spencer chuckled, "in the bulletproof vest?" you nodded in response, but spencer still couldn't really believe it. "uh, no, actually, you haven't." his eyes glinted at the way you bit your lip, his hands moving on their own accord to rest on your hips. you could feel droplets of water seep into the material and lick your skin, but you didn't give a rat's ass.

"well, you do." you whisper, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, "really, really good." your mouth moves enticingly with his.

"oh? is that so?" he whispers against your lips, diving back in, his fingers digging in your hips. he graciously kisses you for a moment before it dawns on him that you're both still at work- in an active crime scene, at that. "mmh, mmh!" he vocalizes between kisses as he tries to move his head back a smidge. his eyes peak open just enough to see if anyone else was around. your lips are addicting, rendering him unable to fully tell you to stop, unable to fully pull away himself. he's relieved when he spots no one. still, he know this is far from appropriate. spencer's hands move up your body to wrap around your wrists behind him, pulling them away from him and the same time he pulled away from you, "okay, okay!" he breathes out with a chuckle, "i believe you now" he tries to catch his bearings, but your pouting face causes him to laugh again

"spencerrrr," you groan at the loss of your beloved's kisses and he turns you around and pushes you towards the spot where the others vanished, walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders, your body held at an arm's distance.

"let's go, angel." his words brought out a hmph! from you. "we can do more of that later at home" he whispers, leaning in ever-so-slightly.

you turn your head back to get a glimpse of him, your eyes and smile equally wide with excitement, "can you bring the vest with you?!"

A/N: OKAYYYY lemme stop myself before things get filthy LOL do yall know which episode im referring to in the second scenario? that end scene will always get me my eye are GLUED to spencer the entire time GODDAMN. okay anyway i hope you liked this anon!!! pls tell me yalls thoughts <3

[theminecraftbee]

zombie joe?

Cleo buries her head in her hands and screams.

"There there," Joe says, incredibly awkwardly. "While I, personally, have never failed to shuffle off this mortal coil like this before, I've seen a lot of movies, and I'm lead to believe this is the kind of thing zombies do on accident all the time. It's like, the thing zombies are known for!"

"They're going to kick me out," Cleo says, half-miserable and half-furious. "I just got here and they're going to kick me out."

"They're not going to kick you out," Joe says, looking even more awkward. "Er, I mean. Not that I'd know how you got here in such a way that I know the other hermits won't kick you out or nothing, you'll find I have no way of knowing, since we're supposed to be doing things by consensus, but I also do know, because they aren't going to kick you out."

"I panicked and bit you!" Cleo says. "I got crowded, panicked, and bit you."

"Um," Joe says. "Yes, well, that did happen."

"And I turned you into a zombie."

"And it's really quite bracing!" Joe says. The awkward tone to his voice has gotten higher-pitched. There's a certain level of forced cheer to it. Cleo doesn't know if she appreciates it or if it makes her want to scream even more. "I mean, typically I have a heartrate, but I don't, right now! And even though my heart would normally be racing when I panic, it isn't! Also, I bet I could cut off my finger with next-to-no consequences, which makes it suddenly really tempting to--"

"Joe!" Cleo says.

"Cleo!" Joe says back.

Cleo sighs. She looks over Joe. She's not sure whether it's very in-character or out-of-character that he barely looks any different, but if it weren't for a certain grey pallor to his skin, the very visible bite mark on his arm, and the fact he is somehow already missing an eye, she might be able to pass him off as not-a-zombie. Unfortunately...

She runs a hand through her hair.

"It's fine. It's fine!" she says. "To tell the truth, I don't know if I'm meant for--"

"I should practice my moaning!" Joe says brightly.

"What," Cleo says flatly.

"You know like. Auuurgh. Grrrrr. Rawr."

"Did you just--rawr?"

"Is that one best?"

"No!"

"How about... rawr~<3!" Joe says, and then immediately starts coughing. "No, no, that was bad, even I know that was bad--"

Cleo can't help it. She starts laughing. Joe appears startled, staring at her like she's a large bear that has suddenly started doing a dance. His expression somehow looks even more wild-eyed with the missing eyeball and the dried blood on his arm from the bite.

"Did that... work?" Joe says.

"I am going to be kicked off of your safe haven server for being a threat to the integrity of the place because I'm infectious and you're rawring at me," Cleo says.

"...I will take that as a win," Joe says. "The laughing! The laughing! Not the getting kicked off, you aren't getting kicked off, I told you what I did to Biffa when I was first invited right--why are you laughing more I'm not even trying to be funny anymore--"

Cleo doesn't have a heart to slow or speed, but just then, she feels like she has a heart to warm. Yeah, sure. She might be in massive trouble, but at least this thing she's built with Joe--that's alright.

[ficretus]

COUNCIL OF CIN-DERES

*Inside of Cinder's head, some time in the future*

Cinder: I called for this meeting because I require an advice regarding something.

Kuudere Cinder: Meeting after all this time.

Tsundere Cinder: Pfff, as if I care. Didn't you replace us with that girl, what was her name?

Himedere Cinder: Emma I believe. Although I have a trouble remembering commoner's names, not that I care.

Cinder: It's Emerald you stuck up brat. Why do I have a Schnee inside of my head? Either way, Emerald won't give me an advice, so I called for you. Happy?

Dandere Cinder: Y-yes.

Himedere Cinder: So you called for us because Emily was busy? How insulting.

Tsundere Cinder: Well she sucked at her job anyway. Never cared about her.

Nyandere Cinder: I do nyat believe you.

Tsundere Cinder: Oh shut up.

Kuudere Cinder: I can see your reasoning. Emerald would just nod her head at everything and call it brilliant.

Kamidere Cinder: Flaw of lesser beings. Admiration is emotion furthest from understanding. Now regarding the plan to take every single power in the universe, I've made a simplified graph that even some of you could understand.

Nyandere Cinder: Nyat cool.

Cinder: We are no longer doing that.

Kamidere Cinder: What do you mean we are no longer doing that?

Kuudere Cinder: She changed her mind, she is now pining over a boy.

Kamidere Cinder: How does that factor in our plans?

Tsundere Cinder: It doesn't, she fell in love with that Arc loser.

Himedere Cinder: Could be worse, at least his family is famous.

Kamidere Cinder: *ascends to the sky* In that case I'm leaving this meeting. Farewell Cinder council... you were interesting for a while.

Kuudere Cinder: Well, that's Kamidere gone and Deredere didn't show up.

Cinder: Either way, I have a question regarding Jaune Arc. He helped me overcome my traumas and for whatever reason, forgave me for everything I've done.

Tsundere Cinder: What a dumbass.

Cinder: But now I'm confused about what are we. Are we acquaintances, friends, or perhaps something more. I'm afraid to ask him that so I want your advice.

Yandere Cinder: Have you tried stabbing people around him?

Dandere Cinder: T-that's bad.

Kuudere Cinder: Last time I checked he hated us for doing that.

Yandere Cinder: On the contrary. We got everything we ever wanted by doing that. Freedom, Maiden power and now *licks her lips* Darling Jaune.

Nyandere Cinder: She is kind of right. It got us out of Glass Unyacorn.

Himedere Cinder: Ask one of your servants to do it, don't dirty your hands. Mark or Emerson should be able to do it.

Cinder: I veto that. We are not stabbing anyone. Question is should I ask him out or not?

Dandere Cinder: Ask him.

Nyandere Cinder: Ask Nyarc out.

Yandere Cinder: Asking? When did that ever work?

Himedere Cinder: Don't ask him. Arc boy should ask you. In fact, he should beg.

Tsundere Cinder: Don't bother, he is beneath us.

Kuudere Cinder: I'm neutral.

Cinder: It seems majority is against. Well in that case...

Nyandere Cinder: Wait, I wanyant Kuudere and Tsundere to vote againya.

Tsundere Cinder: I don't remember asking your opinion you stupid cat.

Kuudere Cinder: Sigh... fine. *raises her hand in favor*

Tsundere Cinder: Grrrrr, fine. *raises her hand in favor*

Cinder: Oh, it seems majority is in favor now.

Kuudere Cinder: *giggles*

Tsundere Cinder: *blushing* What's so funny you frigid bitch?

Himedere Cinder: Ah, it appears democracy proves itself to be inferior system yet again. Do what you want commoners.

Cinder: Now that's decided, I'm returning to my body.

Kuudere Cinder: Returning? Who did you leave in charge?

Cinder: Oh no...

*in real world*

Jaune: I'm telling you Ren, Cinder has been acting weird this afternoon.

Ren: What do you mean?

Deredere Cinder: Uwu! I vuw you Jaune!

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Young, Nikto x Reader -sfw, light angst

Nikto who you used to date in your early twenties, in the middle of his career at least. That's what he says before he dissapears for a whole decade, showing back up at your door so different yet so similar.

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM GRRRRR RGRRRRRRRGRRRAAAA GRRRRR Oh also tw shitty google translated because I do NOT want to log into CS and finding someone to talk to just to find out how to write this bitch

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What was his name again? You couldn't even remember it's been so long since you've ever called him it either way. Countless voice calls, missing person reports, hell, you even went to his base just to get laughed at like you were insane, looking for nobody. Nikto, that's who he was to you, a nobody, long forgotten yet the memory of him burns in your heart.

You missed him for a while decade, finding new lovers and so forth but no one loved like him, your missing half.

Gone yet he burned and seared and stabbed and fucking carved a hole in your heart.

And now he was back. The Nikto was back, just as he was before, a nobody, showing up at your door uninvited like a stray, unknown to you, a stranger and yet one you recognize all the same, a mask over his face yet you could already recognize who was behind that bolted shut mask.

Eyes wide with recognition and hope in his crinkled eyes that made you sick to your core, a childlike glee mixed with nostalgic love in his eyes that made your heart burn.

"Pozhaluysta-", the first words he spoke, Please, and it was all he could say before you shut the door on his face, tears already stinging your eyes as you backed away from the door, ignoring the slow, deliberate knocks as if he wasn't trying to scare you off.

And just like that, that nobody- that stranger shaped hole in your heart started to ache again.

Started to ache for him, yet again, a decade too late.

"Leave", and those were the first words you spoke once your tears stopped, hours later and yet one glance through the peephole would show you the same man, standing right on your doorway as if he lived there, he didn't move an inch.

A purple bouquet of flowers were held in his hands as if they belonged there and you stood there for what felt like ages, observing him, making sure he was real, telling him to leave once again just as the sun began to set.

The way the sun reflected from your door to his mask all the way down to the bouquet and his large yet tight fitting black coat just made him look...young. Just like the young man you once dated, like the young one you once were. Together.

It made him look like he belonged there- belonged with you, and it made you sick, stomach tightening until your knees were weak as you leaned against the door.

"Leave...please", you called out for what felt like the hundredth time, calling out for him. To come back home, to marry you just like he'd promised and yet he was finally back, so fucking late.

And he spoke, that voice that you can pick out pieces from in your memory, rougher than you remember but that comes with age, you rationalize as he steps even closer to the door as if he fucking owned it.

Well..he did, his card was on the house when he helped you buy it, but then again. He's been missing for far too long that he's been long legally dead.

"Moy lyubov'...please..let me in", he begged. He begged, fuck. He's changed, no longer the cocky, rough around the edges boy you used to date, it's been years, of course he's changed. He's your age, older by a few, he's a man now. Or should be.

Still rough around the edges yet like a knife he'll only point you the blade for you to wield. It's always been like that, giving you the trigger. The man once a weapon, a gun, loud and destructive turned steel, a sharp blade, your knife to carve out anything you want of him.

Your hand betrayed your mind, pushing down on the doorknob as you froze for a moment, looking at him through no barriers, pure and true and bigger than life.

"Why?-", you tried to ask for so many things. Why did you finally come back? Why a decade too late? Why did you leave me? Why, why, why, why. So many unanswered questions and yet he wasn't a man of his words.

Hands firm and rough as they push the door open wide, slamming it against the wall as he took in his chance. Entering your once shared space as his eyes hungrily took you in, closing the door with a simple kick of his foot before his mask pressed against your face.

The cold metal kissed your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist and back all the way to your shoulders. Eyes wide with recognition and mirth as you felt his hand grip your hip, pressed so tightly against him as if he never wanted to separate.

Masterlist

The message was clear, you were his again, once again. And forever. There would be no escape from something you never ran from.

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[planetpedri]

I Love you, I’m sorry — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on my Bf!Pedri head canon “Bf!Pedri who… always tells you he loves you. If you fight, he will always end with saying he loves you because he wants you to know even when he’s upset that he still loves you.”

Word count: 973

Disclaimer/s: Arguing & cursing.

A/N: GRRRRR. thats it.

Sinking into the couch of your one bed room apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you let a soft sigh escape your lips. Today had been perfect. You’d started the day with a nice breakfast and had a successful day at the gym before coming home and closing out a few large brand deals. Everything seemed to be going right and you couldn’t help but feel even more excited as you were going to have the whole night with your boyfriend.

He’d been practicing a lot for the upcoming season and you’d hardly had time to really be with him since him and his team had won the Euro’s.

You couldn’t really complain considering you were unconditionally proud of him and everything he’d been accomplishing and you knew how much it all meant to him.

The thought brought an idea to your head. This weekend your parent’s were going on vacation so you knew their beach house would be empty, and what a better time than now to have a weekend getaway with Pedri.

As the hours ticked by you grew more antsy to share the idea with him. And soon enough, you heard the front door open and close, signaling his return.

Quickly standing from the couch, you eagerly make your way toward the man who was currently setting down his bag and taking off his shoes.

“Hello, mi amor.” You hum, patiently standing with your hands behind your back as you waited for him to finish before you could give him a proper greeting.

Pedri responds with a quiet huff, finally standing up to place a short kiss to your cheek before walking past you. Confusion laces itself into your expression as you swivel on your heels to follow after him.

Brushing off his weird actions you begin laying out your plan. “So, my parents are going out of town and I figured we could go stay at the beach house for the weekend?”

“I’ll be busy.” He replies shortly, his tone being enough to shut you up for a moment.

“Oh.” You frown, “but you’ve been so busy lately, it couldn’t hurt to take Saturday and Sunday off—“

“I said i’m busy!” Pedri snaps, stopping in his tracks as he turns to face you. A flash of regret in his eyes as he watches the hurt wash over your face, but he says nothing.

Your eyes narrow as they dart between his. “Oh?”

Pedri rubs his right temple roughly, his eyes closing momentarily. “I just don’t have time to go fuck around right now, you know that.” He finally says, his tone softer this time, but not making the blow any less hard.

“I’ve seen you a total of three times this week! And half of those were when you come to bed! How could you not possibly have time to—“ You cut yourself off, your jaw clenching. “Whatever. Never mind.”

There’s a short moment of silence where you both linger in your frustrations, both trying to understand the others side. It was easy for you to climb into yourself whenever you argued, as you tried to hold back from saying anything too mean.

Pedri on the other hand, had watched the way your face contorted, how he’d ruined your moon in seconds. Guilt swarmed him as he realized how much of a jerk he was being.

You’d only wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, and he was shutting you down. Not only shutting you down, he’d raised his voice at you.

“Baby, i’m sorry.” He sighs, “I love you, but i’m seriously swamped. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You look back at him, your lips pulled into a frown.

He waits then, for you to say it back. He knows he shouldn’t have yelled at you, but even when you argued, you always said those three words back.

“I’m going to make dinner.” Collecting yourself, you brush past him and toward the kitchen, not bothering to spare him another glance.

You were being stupid. You were petty. And you didn’t care. You’d genuinely been so excited for the possibility of a weekend alone and he’d shut it down before you could even finish.

In the kitchen, you begin to take out the ingredients for Spaghetti, something you made every Thursday as a tradition, one you weren’t going go stop just because you were upset.

Turning on the stove you begin to boil the water when two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, holding you securely to his chest. “I love you.” He repeats, placing half a dozen delicate kisses to your shoulder, his stubble tickling your bare skin ever so slightly.

You still wanted to be angry with him, but you couldn’t not say it back. “I love you too.” You grumble, despite the slight upturn to your lips. “You need to shave. Asshole.” You add in the last part for dramatic effect, earning a soft chuckle in Pedri’s favor.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmurs, head still nuzzled against your neck.

Adding in the noddles, you tilt your head to the side to glance at him. “I’m sorry you had a bad day today.”

“I’m sorry I came home with an attitude.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving yours. “If you still want to go with me, i’ll make it work, practice can wait.”

A smile creeps onto your face, “you mean it?”

“Of course.” He nods letting go of your waist and taking a few steps back. “Now don’t burn the noodles.” He chuckles, pointing to the pot.

A gasp leaves your lips as you turn back to your poor neglected noddles, “oh God.”

As you finish making dinner, Pedri sits back and watches quietly, a small smile on his lips. He adored you more than he could ever express in words.

DTS , @halfwayhearted ^_^

[jesuistrestriste]

I need domestic housewife Art right NEOW. Like, can you fucking imagine coming home from work and seeing him cooking dinner in his cute apron and little house dress? I would simply have no restraint, i’m pouncing on him immediately

uhmmmm yeah ! !

im getting flashbacks to cookin n cleaning with all this talk of house husband art grrrrr he's so precious

i love picturing him in the apron you bought him, smiling all sweetly the second you step in the door, hands working to mince herbs or smth as you walk over and let your hands roam his waist

he smiles and tilts his head as you latch onto his neck and mouth at his skin, leaving little red blotches in the wake of your lips, and he moans as he turns around and presses his hips against yours

his eyes are lidded and pleading, his fingers idly caressing at your sides as he leans in close and whispers softly into your ear

"you gonna use me or what?"

brat.

give a lil squeeze to his ass and then bite at his neck before you purr into his ear, feeling his hips frustratedly rolling against yours for any sliver of friction they can get

"yeah, honey, 'course i am," your voice all low as his arousal swells, "so why don't you go back to cooking 'nd i'll touch your pretty cock till you're done?"

ohhh, that does it for him ! that's all it takes. he's on the edge just from those words, and he complies immediately.

he cooks, you roll your wrist as your palm lathes over his tip, and he comes four times before the meal is even off the stovetop.

[kingluffy5]

GRRRRR IMAGINE TAILUNG ( from kungfu panda ) WITH a leopard reader who has a smaller body than him, LIKE IMAGINE WITH THE SIZE DIFFERENCE HOW NICE CUDDLING WOULD BEEEE

All right so obviously I have to change some things around in terms of story. In this Tai Lung when finding out he is not the Dragon Warrior decides to continue training at the Jade Palace as a master, he is considerably less violent but will still be sassy, and in this au he is actually good friends with Po. This one will be small do to a lack of specificity on what you want and nothing to really base off of.

Tai Lung x Leopard Reader (GN)

Tai Lung has been training for a while and Y/N just wants to cuddle

3rd Person P.O.V.

Sounds of kung fu could be heard from the pool of sacred tears as Master Tai Lung was training with the Dragon Warrior, Po.

“If that is all you can do Panda I just might claim the title of Dragon Warrior yet,” Tai Lung jokingly mocked as the two dueled.

“Don’t start thinking this fight is over just yet Tai Lung, KICK OF AWESOMENESS!!!!” Po yelled as he kicked at Tai Lung’s stomach.

“Po you know I can easily block that right?” Tai Lung said as he flips Po over him.

“Yeah but it gives me the chance to do this,” Po revealed as he stepped on Tai Lungs tail.

“AHH! Mother of - ”

“Tai Lung are you still training!” A voice yelled, one that is able to strike fear into the hearts of legendary warriors such as Tai Lung, Po, and even Master Shifu himself.

1st Person P.O.V.

Here I am walking all the way up to the pool of sacred tears when Tai Lung said he would be done training hours ago, after the recent attack on the Valley by Kai he started training more and more and it is like I barely see him any more. I get he wants to train to protect the people of the Valley but I still want him to come home before I go to sleep.

Once I get to the top of the mountain I see Po and Tai Lung shivering which is weird because even if we are this high up it is still pretty warm out.

“You promised to be home hours ago,” I angrily reminded my partner.

“I’m sorry dear you see we just lost track of time,” He said honestly and guiltily.

“Heroes of the Valley my butt you two would lose your heads without me and Shifu here to make sure you don’t overwork yourselves come,” The statement came from a place of care as me and Tai Lung were partners in every way, romantically, as well as in Kung Fu. While I do not train in the ancient art and am smaller than the likes of him and Po, and would likely easily lose most fights, I make sure Tai Lung takes care of himself.

“You’re right dear, let’s go home and rest,” He suggested.

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We ate dinner in silence and were now in bed, also in silence.

“Are you still made at me Y/N?” He asked.

I growled in response, confirming his question.

“I’m sorry that we were training for so long, and I know it probably does not make up for it but we did genuinely lose track of time,” He apologized.

“But why do you have to train so much? I want you to be home more,” I asked.

“When Kai attacked I was almost powerless to stop him, I didn’t want to have that feeling of you not being safe anymore, I want to always be able to protect you,” He said.

I suddenly curl up into him and bury my face into his chest, “Just shut it you big lug,”