#people who say i love you without hesitation because they have so much love to give
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cry tears of puddles on ground here some incoherent snippets of what text partner about silco jinx father daughter dynamic that am going insane over rn hands n knees on ground begging sobbing n too busy do that to clean up or be coherent - n idk how much actual media analysis support by show evidence n how much it just me imagine things self insert wishful thinking - n there also may be from a few to many undescribed screenshots of season 1 because god have 100+ in camera roll
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weak for father child esp found father child trope imperfect father but i will love you unconditionally i will try to be the best father can be for you even if i am irreparably messed up and so are you & imperfect child traumatized act out slowly losing grip with reality n will lash out will be rebellious ruin us all but youâll be the best father iâve ever had
(no diss on vanco tho)
him clumsily lift arm n hesitate n not know what to do not know if he should do not know how to do
subtle facial expression from âwhatâs going on what do i doâ -> sadness (for powder n for his younger self) -> anger n determined n vengeful (for power n for his younger self) in span of seconds
âyouâre my daughter. iâll never forsake you.â
âdonât cry. youâre perfect.â AS HIS LAST WORDS
âshow them. weâll show them allâ his voice echo after his death as she shoot missile. n she did. she did!!!!! to have so many people growing up not believe in her think her useless say that to her face - n her figure out how to use gemstone BY SELF with no previous guide!!! with no upside tech with only what she can get there!! build bombs now even viktor n jace n those people say near impossible disassemble without explode in face. n entire time silco believe in her BELIEVE IN HER SUPPORT HER. WEâll show them. WE. n THEY DID!!!! they did!!! together!!!! heâs dead by time she fire missile but they really did. the fact his voice echo with her as she do it, fact that animation flash to his body as she do itâ also fact that. every step of way they did. she top most demanded by name person, most threatening person.
doctor scene âare you ready to lose herâ âshe can take it.â FATHER
believing in her bc she can because she HIS daughter n HIS daughter can take it n also believing in her because he needs to he needs her so she will take it she make it she HAS TO because he canât lose her he canât be without her
a father who did objectively HORRIBLE things. with SHITTY morals but also REALLY HOPEFUL (word choice) ones in twisted way.
be complicated character who is shitty for flooding undercity with drugs be drug lord but in same time doing that because he truly want zaun freedom - like think it important emphasize its. not HIM be ruler of zaun at least not directly phrased that way but fact that zaun freedom. like he very much could just directly say âone day zaun be free n am rule overâ but he didnât say second part. he not altruistic by any means but also!!!! he is???
all that complicated cruel will-do-anything-to-achieve-his-goal-beyond-himself villain-ness in direct contract with having the ONE SOFT SPOT of his daughter who FUCKS SHIT UP who is DIFFICULT who UNCONTROLLABLE UNPREDICTABLE n he loves her UNCONDITIONALLY he spoils her gives her so many lee way
the fact that someone so fucked up someone so actively make things difficult for him. can be loved
no am donât have issues at all
also calling jinx difficult n fucked up n ruin things with all love in world not in derogatory way. because. itâs like. am fucked up. am difficult. am severely traumatized. am want burn whole world down for leaving me behind for betray me. in many people eye am more trouble me than am worth. n idea of. a father who love me just the way that am call me perfect. even if. [ ].
n to call someone like that. perfect
n to. mean it.
to genuinely see n treat her as perfect
even after she mistakenly shoot you killing you - to be constantly put in jeopardy by her fucked up ness to be harmed n killed by her fucked up ness. to see mistake as just that - mistake. n to forgive you for that no questions asked to love you unconditionally despite that or even because of that. for her mistake cost you your life n for your last word be tell her donât cry, that she perfect.
down to willing give up his whole dream whole goal whole purpose he fought for all these fucking years - thing he gave his entire life towards.
because he refuse give her up he refuse leave her abandon her use her as pawn
âyouâre my daughter. iâll never forsake you.â like genuinely truly believe he mean this he truly wonât take the deal with upside even if that mean zaun freedom because he refuse abandon jinx. he not just saying it to be manipulative or just saying be lying because heâs tied up with her have gun beside her he know she very much may fire
his âeveryone betrayed you/us but iâll never. am gave you everythingâ may be see as âyou have no one but meâ manipulative n maybe is but more importantly think that like. he genuinely believe that. like that his entire character origin. his entire motive.
the fact that she killed him n he donât blame her one bit.
the fact the villain character clumsily learning how to take care of a child
he truly see her n treat her like her daughter not a pawn not a subject. more times than not instead of have her on leash as his subject he is leashed by her
to be so utterly broken n love someone
to be so utterly broken n be loved unconditionally by someone
two character who betrayed by entire world by people who once closest to them
n him swearing that he will never ever fucking do that to her. that they may not have other people they may have entire world against them but they have each other
n him FOLLOWING THAT down to his last breath
him not following that would have make his life n make more than his life so much easier
BUT HE REFUSE TO
also he didnât betray her by lying to her that her sister is dead he genuinely believed her sister dead. leading to the funniest frame n line ever
âFROM THE DEAD???????â
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thinking about gohan and vegeta and how their bond is underrated
the difference in their reactions to each other đ
Gohan being the first one to step between Vegeta and Certain Death, twice, without an ounce of hesitation, and Vegeta saving him back despite his feelings about battle intervention.
Vegeta knowing Gohan's the best of all of them
Vegeta and Gohan both born prodigies assigned an unfair amount of responsibility to be Great and be a Saiyan Messiah(tm) way too young by a stubborn and proud if not (relatively) well-meaning father who didn't see any other option and I just think Gohan doesn't get enough credit as like. The first serious muscle behind Geets' personal growth.
#Gohan the best boy đĽ˛#We love a LAD#this has been in my drafts for so long because idk how much I want to spam dbz on my dash but aLSO I AM SEEING GOHAN LOVE AND I LOVE GOHAN#AND AS A VEGETA FAN I MUST CONTRIBUTE TO THE GOHAN LOVE I LOVE THAT PURE-HEARTED BABY BOY#goku gets a lot of credit for geets growth but he was an anchor and a goal post -- which are important things to have!!#but lbffr gohan trunks and bulma are the ones who did ALL the heavy lifting and ALL the emotional labor until Vegeta could do it himself#'but goku was a great influence!' sure. but not as great an influence as gohan. Goku's a sweetheart but he's inconsiderate in so many ways#Gohan was the example. Gohan mentored the Trunks that shifted Vegeta's priorities. Gohan saved Vegeta's life without hesitation.#Gohan is the first person to genuinely say 'thank you' to Vegeta and Gohan is the first person that Vegeta genuinely says 'i'm sorry' to#Give Gohan his Goddamn Credit when we talk about the people responsible for Vegeta's growth!! He did SO MUCH!!
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son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control
#my characters#oops i fell in love#right is trying his best in the au to think about all the logic behind killing someone despite being a cleric SPECIFICALLY#bc he refuses to hurt anyone irl or in dnd and ok fine their warlock can have a little murder as a treat#and the body count is adding up and hes like ... so tired..... please can you not kill for five minutes im running out of excuses#fwiw he has the weird logic of the group in the base plot and the guy who is the gm here#is v open about ok but if we ask right then hell give an unhinged answer completely thought out and rationalized#and in fact asks him hey i know you refuse to hurt people but im having a debate with these two coworkers#if you had to commit a crime for aaaaaanyone on the planet who would you commit a crime for#and he doesnt even hesitate to say luca obviously to which the asker is like WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER#YOU WANNA MARRY HER AND WONT COMMIT A CRIME FOR HER? but LUCA? of all people???? not even brent?#and right is just so confused because first off brent would probably be the one committing a crime for him without being forced#(brent agrees with this statement with a shrug) and second off luca has really weird coworkers and thought he was getting stalked for a bit#due to a misunderstanding with said one weird coworker so yeah obviously right would threaten the guy with a gun which is illegal and#third and final how could he face his beloved angel (the daughter mentioned above) if he was a criminal#he cant tarnish a sweet little innocent girls opinion by committing a crime IN HER NAME gosh fuck off with that attitude#he has STANDARDS thank you very much#and the three at the table are all like okay yeah that was really thought out on the fly youre right#also brent do not commit any crimes for him please and brent just nods in agreement bc ok he wont commit a crime unprompted#also hi animal crossing emotes are so fun to doodle for bye#once again i am baffled by how different the colors look on my laptop in the art program vs posting to tumblr#im going to go insane at how different they look#IM COLOR PICKING FOR MY OWN OCS AND ITS SO WRONG LOOKING IDK MAN
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who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it
#id have to be waterboarded before i can talk abt how i see a lot of my adhd and personality in mitsumi iwakura let alone post it#idk how to talk abt this without feeling like im talking over or invalidating ppls experiences relating with a character#someone was talking abt how ppl tie laios' autism to special interest and social difficulties but not much else which kinda flattens it#and then went into a respectful in depth analysis of other autistic behaviour that laios exhibits and it wasnt phrased meanly#its fascinating and important to me to hear someone explain a little bit abt traits that they recognized and often go overlooked#because it does help me learn more about it. but i think thats also where hesitancy kicks in when it comes to depicting it accurately#like i have adhd and some of my adhd symptoms overlap with autism (time blindness and pattern seeking behaviour) but that only means#it feels familiar to me even without having autism. on top of that traits arent always cleanly determined as being /caused/ by#a disorder. to understand my environment i compare it to something unrelated but similar to make it more familiar and for the longest time#i thought that was a personality thing and not an information processing thing since i loved playing pretend in my head as a kid#so if you make a character who experiences that hoping to reach people that also experience that and tell them its not weird or#smth youre making up like. thats the goal. ppl who dont get it arent expected to it just means it doesnt cater to them but it helps them#become familiar to it yk? since i dont have autism myself i dont feel confident i can depict it properly or explain it in my own words#but that doesnt mean im trying to dismiss it or try and cut it out completely.. ill just leave the floor open to someone who /can/#a lot of issues around fanon depictions are when smth is baselessly popularized or a characters personality and behavior is flattened#especially to fit them into a trending meme. its harmless and its supposed to be for fun but it gets tricky when you drag things that#need to be carefully explained beforehand or else it gets lost in translation. like that tweet abt 'hyperfixating' on cooking pasta#once it becomes popular language usually the original meaning is left out for the sake of simplifying it for everyone that when it#circles back theres a sort of hesitancy like. am i using it the way it was intended or am i unknowingly using the popularized version of it#actually thats probably why i felt wrongfooted during diagnosis bc it felt like i was misusing the words i heard to describe what i felt#i /know/ i see a lot of myself in mitsumi because our minds are always somewhere else and we tend to put good faith first and for me#that personal connection is enough. but idk it feels like its always gonna have to be 'palatable' first before i can talk abt it openly#mad respect to writers and creators who stick to their story even if theres the looming fear of ppl misinterpreting it and letting them#have it.. its been almost 2 weeks and i am so close to deleting that m3 dunmeshi drawing bc ppl keep saying chilchuck wouldnt have 200 HP#IT LITERALLY SAYS I MADE IT WHILE WATCHING EP 1. I USED EARTHBOUND LOGIC AND I WASNT EVEN TAKING IT SERIOUSLY CHILL#yapping
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or alternatively dweeb meets other dweeb more news at 11
LIGHT. LIGHT IN HIS EYES. LOOK AT EM BIG OLE EYES. LOOK AT HIM TOUCH HIS JERSEY.
GLORY BE TO THE MIKKSY SIGNED JERSEY RAAAAAAAAA
CanesWear Signing | 7.1.24
#niko mikkola#florida panthers#the mortifying ordeal of being known#you can tell how bad i was shaking from how much the jersey moves in my hands oh it was so serious for me its not even funny#âyoure my favourite player thats whyâ âthank youâ girl i would eat concrete for you without any hesitation#ânew jersey?â me sweating profusely because i have to admit i had this jersey for a while now in front of his face oh god oh FUCK#âwhere do you want it? here or here?â âanywhere choose where anywhereâ âill do this wayâ#behold decision paralysis plus the constitution of a doormat with an awful aim to please vs the assuredness of a bull romping through field#âi mean its your jersey at the end of the dayâ#he says without thinking because he lacks a brain to mouth filter and immediately wants to slam his head into the nearest hardest object#but its okay it got a little smile out of mikksy so maybe my motor mouth can be used for good#my voice is so hoarse because i stood under for 7 hours and also loudly cheered like never before all throughout those 7 hours yesterday#also a lot of people had tickets for both mikksy and lundy or just lundy so thats why the line was moving slowly#so at one point they went OKAY WHO HAS TICKETS FOR JUST NIKO and i raised my hand like oo oo mee âď¸ and got rushed to the front#also a lot of the stuff he was signing was nonspecific posters and hats or other players jerseys (that already had other signatures on em)#which is why the attendant was like oh sweet jersey! and mikksy was like new jersey? because there werent many people at all#comparatively his signing was priced the lowest at 39 out of all cats players. the highest currently is benny at 60#does it suck his line was shorter. there was surprise when someone toddles in with a mikksy jersey. and that his signing was priced low?#yes ofc but also i didnt have to stand in the heat for long got ushered in faster and my wallet didnt cry so lets not kid ourselves here#there are silver lining to everything but anyways first hockey jersey and first signature on it acquire call that a man on a mission đđđ#long tags i love mikksy i lot you understand right <3#also im never wearing this jersey again so i might as well buy a frame and ANOTHER mikksy jersey#to bad it also has my 30th ani cats patch on it too </3
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finally found a place to read With the Light online and i'm thrilled; if you haven't read this manga i do Legitimately recommend it
#N posts stuff#like don't get it wrong it Is Not a series about being autistic it Is a series about raising an autistic kid#but also don't be put off by that because it's legitimately a series that I feel Loves autistic people with its whole being#it's kind of a teaching manga so it showcases a lot of different opinions/characters/conflicts/etc. but the Framing is very consistent#in that the manga is Extremely of the opinion that autistic people are People who deserve to be Valued and Accepted As They Are#the onus for change is never put on autistic individuals the framing is basically Universal in the 'the World needs to change#to be more accepting' -- it's a very Social Model depiction of autism that ALSO never veers too far into the#'autism isn't even Really a disability' fallacy; it's very much a 'A lot of autistic people will need constant support in a variety of ways#throughout their lives but that isn't the roadblock preventing them from having their own lives; ableism in society is the roadblock'#the first two chapters are the hardest to get through bc they take place before Sachiko has any real understanding of autism and#so she's isolated and stressed out and the ignorance makes it difficult for her to care for Hikaru properly (there's also a lot of#other characters Blaming her for what's going on which goes unchallenged at this point though that changes later); but after she#understands what autism is she's Firmly in Hikaru's corner for the rest of the series - you can skip right to ch 3 without a problem#if you're not interested in reading about that initial conflict#there's still a Lot of conflict ofc but by then the chapters have some of my favorite moments so i don't want to advocate skipping#them; like Hikaru's daycare teacher explaining how Hikaru's difficulty speaking is the same as other kids' troubles with#things like jump-roping/etc.; and then a mother who has An Issue with Hikaru's presence in her daughter's class realizing the#depth of the problematic opinion bc Her mother (who had a stroke) faces similar ableism from her peers#i'm cutting this post off b4 the tags get Too long but if you're curious but still hesitant man. send me an ask and i will Happily#write an insanely long essay about how much i love this series; i have all the books i'm not excited about the online availability#for Me i'm excited bc i've been wanting to rec this manga for like almost a full decade and i can finally give you a link instead of#saying 'well. you can find used copies sometimes' lol
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the inherent beauty of being alive! there is much to be thankful for
#â ying.talks#daisies on the grass butterflies flitting about dandelions cloudless skies cloudy skies skies that look like theyve been painted by monet#heart shaped birthmarks weird shaped birthmarks paw prints in cement frogs hiding in brick cracks raindrop stains on glass#perfumes that you love with your whole being that they become your signature scent the distant & familiar melody of a neighbour singing#trinkets that lie on your windowsill from people who âthought of this when i saw youâ the scent of home that stick to bedsheets#polaroids with tape that is peeling and dried flowers from celebrations and freshly refilled flower vases with fresh flowers from outside#people who say i love you without hesitation because they have so much love to give#i love you! i love you. and you and you and you. i can go on and on#â ying.falling in love with the world âĄ
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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- iâm a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 𼚠UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR đšif itâs okay, may i request another fic with the same couple đ perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo đŤś
Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?
Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)
warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.
authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship
There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.Â
He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didnât even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.Â
Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?
Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been sheâd been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.Â
He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.Â
They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.Â
âUnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,â Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.Â
Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.
They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time theyâd arrived on the scene.Â
Sheâd gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.Â
Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henryâs phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.Â
They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wridsâ daughter had been one of them.
Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.Â
Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldnât help but feel sorry for, one she couldnât help but think wasnât entirely wrong in his actions.Â
âBobbie Wrids,â Taraâs voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, âThis is the FBI, weâd like to talk,âÂ
They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.Â
Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSubâs arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the fatherâs face.Â
He was grieving. He was grieving his little girlâs death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.Â
âBobbie,â Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henryâs beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. âWeâre going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-â
They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henryâs skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, âDonât come any closer, this pig isnât worth your mercy,â
âWe know,â She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. âWe know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.â
His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.Â
âThey hurt my little girl,â Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, âShe was my girl. She was only eighteen.âÂ
She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry for what happened to her,â She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHe doesnât deserve mercy, none of them did,â Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henryâs trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.Â
She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.Â
âBobbie, listen, I know they didnât deserve to walk free, okay?â She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, âBut she wouldnât want this for you, would she?â
The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.Â
âCome on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,â She begged, because she wasnât beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, âPlease,â
Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencerâs eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasnât good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbieâs hand.Â
âPlease,â She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbieâs shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.Â
Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.Â
Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didnât care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldnât lay a hand on her since she wasnât part of his list. He didnât care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughterâs description. Spencer didnât care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.Â
His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way heâd feared. Because she had grabbed him. Sheâd pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.Â
Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.Â
âAgent,â His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didnât listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.Â
âItâs going to be okay, youâre okay,â She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasnât still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.Â
âThey killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,â He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, âNo one would listen, the police didnât listen, I had to do something,â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry,â This was wrong. She wasnât supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldnât help it, she couldnât help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, âIâm listening. Tell me about her,âÂ
âShe was so beautiful,â Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. âShe never hurt a soul,â
She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.Â
âIâm sorry,â She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, âI can help you,â
He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the manâs hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldnât be surprised if it were true.Â
He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didnât see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.Â
Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl,â He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. âBut no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,â
And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
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She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldnât open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.Â
She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbieâs body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.Â
It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbieâs body growing larger by the second.Â
âI donât understand,â She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.Â
But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.Â
âYouâre in shock, you need to breathe,â A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.Â
She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldnât feel anything that wasnât the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when theyâre overwhelmed.Â
âI donât-â She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, âI donât understand, I was going to help him- I donât understand- why?â
âI know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,â Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone heâd taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since sheâd driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadnât left his face since heâd gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.Â
âSpencer, I donât- I donât get it,â She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, âSpencer, I donât under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-â
âShhh, you need to breathe,â He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where sheâd just been front row seats to a messy suicide, âCome on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,â
But she wasnât listening, and he wasnât offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.Â
Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.Â
He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.Â
âJust breathe, hey, look at me,â He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, âYou need to calm down, youâre going to faint if you donât breathe,â
She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.Â
âSpencer, I donât understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,â She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.Â
His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didnât want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.Â
Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.Â
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She hadnât smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasnât entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk âincase she needed something nice to think about,â
She hadnât looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldnât do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelopeâs sake that she would put it to good use.Â
He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.Â
They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasnât listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.Â
He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, âWhat do you want to drink?âÂ
She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, âHot chocolate, please,âÂ
And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.Â
Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didnât. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.Â
But Spencer had had enough. Heâd worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.Â
It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadnât slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.Â
He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because heâd asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).Â
The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasnât sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.Â
He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.Â
âJust a second,â He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadnât seen since heâd helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.Â
She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.Â
âOh my god, Spencer!â She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class Aâs, âI never knew you had a dog,âÂ
âI donât,â He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canineâs ear, âThis is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handlerâs number. They said heâs the happiest dog in the world,âÂ
 âI would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,â She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.Â
And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.Â
Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dogâs jowls to gently push him down.Â
âOh, you are the sweetest guy,â She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, âYes you are, youâre the sweetest little guy around, huh?âÂ
She chuckled, scratching down the muttâs neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than sheâd realised.Â
âPetting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?â Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.Â
Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, âLook, Iâm sorry Iâve been so off lately, I just canât sleep at the moment-â
 âDonât apologise,â He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, âWhat happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,âÂ
She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, âYou wouldnât,â
His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadnât sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didnât think she was actually capable of that emotion.Â
She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day heâd held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.
âYouâre so brave, Spencer, youâre like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I canât even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,â She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, âI wish I was like you,â
His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.Â
âDo you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?â Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.Â
She wouldnât blame him for hating her. Sheâd always worried, until perhaps that day theyâd gotten into her car and sheâd driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.Â
âIâm sorry-â She started, but he shook his head.
âStop apologising,â He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, âI donât want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,âÂ
She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, âReally?â
He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, âYes, really.â Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, âWe all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,â
She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.Â
âYou donât think Iâm too sensitive?â She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.Â
Spencer shook his head, âSensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,âÂ
Her smile was blinding, because sheâd never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasnât stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub heâd tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.Â
But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didnât think heâd ever forgive himself if she did. Heâd protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.Â
She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, âTea?â
Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didnât stop him from thinking about it, though.Â
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i wonât let you go â satoru gojo
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satoru x gn!reader, established relationship, angst to fluff, petnames (baby, love, babe, etc.), 1k wc. ďž requested for my milestone event.
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ever since you and satoru have started dating, you heard a lot of gossip and side talks from people around you about how he's never been faithful to any of his past lovers, how he lets them go after less than six months, saying that he no longer finds them interesting, that he's done being with them, how he's never truly loved and probably never will be able to love anyone. that he's a selfish man who's nothing but a player who toys with people's hearts then tosses them away when it's all over. and youâre no exception, as itâs only a matter of time before you meet the same fate as them.
he'll let you go and forget about you as if you two have never met, because satoru gojo is incapable of loving anyone.
however, you pay no attention to these words. and even if what they say is true, you still refuse to believe that it's anything but mere nonsense. and decide to fully trust satoru like you always do.
because the satoru you know and love, the man you're dating right now, your loving boyfriend, is deeply and madly in love with you. the way he kisses you ever so passionately, how he whispers the sweetest of love words to you all the time, and how he holds you in his arms tightly every night as you doze off to sleep listening to his heartbeat. no way he's leaving you, is it? you're certain of that. after all, he's promised that he'll always love you, that he'll never leave your side no matter what, that he'll never let you be alone without him. because he can't live without you.
he finds comfort in you, you're his home as he claims. and you feel the same way about him, you can't live without him either.
although, you try your best to brush these thoughts off. you can't help but wonder if it's true that he'll let you go the same way he did with the ones before you, that he'll break all these promises about being together forever.
unaware, you let these thoughts consume you as you slowly drown in sorrow.
your head starts spinning as you begin imagining the moment he breaks it down for you that he's leaving, that he no longer wants to be with you, that he's done with you. and your stomach is instantly clenched in a knot. you feel a painful pang in your heart as it gets heavier and heavier by the second.
just when youâre about to get completely lost in your thoughts, you feel a soft touch on your shoulder. you turn around and itâs none other than satoru. he cheekily smiles at you, but his cheerful expression quickly changes into a concerned, panicked one the second you start crying.
ââŚtoru.â you sniffle as you start sobbing uncontrollably, hot tears begin to overflow out of your now red eyes like how water flows from an overfilled cup. he rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb caresses your skin delicately as he leans in. he presses feather like kisses on your face and eyes, gently kissing your salty tears away.
âwhyâs my baby cryinâ? whatâs wrong, love?â he questions, his tone is a mix of tenderness and concern. a worried look is shown in his ocean blue eyes, it pains him tremendously seeing your teary eyes and sad face, he simply canât stand it.
you blink, eyelashes wet from crying so much. and you pause momentarily, hesitant to let the words come out of your mouth.
âi just⌠thought about you possibly.. leaving me alone and..â you utter in between your sniffles, lips slightly twitching. satoru doesnât let you continue and cuts you off mid sentence.
what you donât know is, satoru needs you far more than you need him. you're the only one who loves him for who he is as just an ordinary human and not the strongest, you allow him to be himself freely without any restrictions, he doesn't have to fake anything around you. and most importantly, youâre the one whoâs introduced him to love, youâve shown him what itâs like to truly love someone. so leaving you has never been an option to him. the thought has never crossed his mind, not even once.
"babe listen, âkay?â he speaks tenderly as he rests his other hand on your cheek, cupping your face in his big hands as he brings you closer to him. eyes pierced on one another, locked in an unwavering gaze, as if you're staring into one another's soul.
âno way iâm leavinâ you, not now, not ever. so don't think about that anymore, 'kay? weâre stuck together for life." he reassures you, the tone of his voice is so soft and sweet, yet affirmative and serious. he then slightly brushes his nose against yours and it tickles you a little before his hands let go of your face, only to pull you in his arms instead. your eyes widen for a split second before you rest your head gently against his broad, well toned chest. your hands grip the back of his shirt tightly, holding onto him for dear life as you steady yourself listening to his calming heartbeat. his slender fingers delicately run through your hair while pressing a series of quick, loving pecks on the top of your head.
he smiles the moment he feels you relax in his embrace. to satoru, you being in his arms as he feels your warmth against his skin is everything heâs ever needed. as long as youâre here with him, thatâs more than enough for him, he doesnât need anything or anyone else.
âi wonât let you go.â he whispers ever so softly against your ear, his voice rings in your ears like a sweet melody. and you hum quietly, smiling against his chest as your eyes slowly shut in relief. you let yourself trust him once more as his earnest words wash over the little doubts that have been there.
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One More Night
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 3.4K
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasnât something you felt often before but nowâŚ. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know itâs your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants.Â
It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn��t need to. You just know it.Â
Heâs one of the popular guys in your college. Itâs not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. Heâs also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time.Â
You donât blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you werenât so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because itâs convenient, you canât come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, itâs breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself âThis is gonna be the last timeâ but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again.Â
Thatâs how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he canât see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.
âDoes it feel that good, doll?â He sounds smug but you canât answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.
âHey, hey, hey! Are you alright?â He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. âWhat happened? Did I hurt you?â
He didnât physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You donât know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You donât want anyone to see you cry. You donât want anyoneâs pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.
âPlease talk to me!â His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears.Â
âItâs fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I justâŚâ You hesitate for a second but no, you wonât back down this time. âI just canât do this anymore.â
âThatâs fine.â That wasnât the response you were expecting. âYou know itâs okay right?â His worry is so apparent in his voice. âYou can always tell me to stop.â What is he talking about? âIf you donât like something or you donât feel like it anymore⌠Just tell me next time and I will just stop.â
âThereâs no next time Bucky.â The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didnât intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.
âWhat?â
âIâm telling you that I canât do thisâŚâ You wave your hand between you two. â...anymore. Iâm done. We are done.âÂ
âWhatâŚâ He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. âWhat are you talking about? Did I do something?â
âYou didnât do anything. Itâs all my fault.â You have no intention to blame him. You know itâs on you. He never promised you anything.
âI donât understand.â He sounds so lost. âJust help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.â
âThey were, for you. It was never okay for me.âÂ
You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but⌠apparently, he does. Maybe heâs not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.
âI⌠I donât know what to say.â He looks at your face and then around. âI thought this is what you wanted.â
âWhat I wanted?â You repeat his words without missing a beat. âI never wanted this. This is what you wanted and thatâs why we kept doing it. I was justâŚâ You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. âweak.â
âWeak? You are never weak.â
âOh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying âone more nightâ to myself whenever you called or texted me. Iâm weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldnât be like this.â
âDoll, what are you talking about?â
His confusion confuses you as well. Canât he see how much heâs hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesnât care.
âThis arrangement might be working for you but itâs not working for me, okay?â
âBut⌠this is what you wanted.â
âI never wanted this.â
âYou said we canât get emotions involved!â He sounds somewhat angry this time.
âBecause you didnât want emotions involved!â Your answer comes instantly.
âWhen did I ever say that?â
His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didnât care how.
âJust look at you.â
âWhat does that even mean?â Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?
âIt means you didnât have to say it.â
âHow does⌠I really donât understand you.â His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.
âYou are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.â He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesnât get it, does he? âYou can have anybody you want!â
âApparently not.â Why does he sound broken?
âOh, come on!â Your reaction is instant. âYou know you can. Donât act humble. Iâm just easier.â
âEasier?â You donât miss the disbelief in his voice. âEasier?â This time it comes out more angry. âYou were never easy!â
âYou know what I mean. An easy fu-â
âDonât you fucking dare!â The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. âI never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!â Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about?Â
âBuckyâŚâ He doesnât let you continue.Â
âI donât know what has gotten into you because this⌠what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didnât want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!â
âI was trying to protect myself!â
âYou never showed any interest to me!â
You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âYou never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.â
âUh⌠what?â
âI tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, itâs fine. You donât need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.â Heâs speaking so fast, you canât even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.
âYou tried to take me on dates?â He squishes his eyebrows together like he canât believe you are focusing on that part.
âMany times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thingâŚâ
âI thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to finish that sentence.
âYou thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you werenât interested, so I finally gave up.â
âNo, no, no.â You jump from your awkward position on the bed. âI never realized.â
âWhat did you think I was doing?â
âI thought⌠they were activities with other⌠people. Not dates.â
âWhy would I take other people to a concert with us?â Oh, he really doesnât get it.
âI thought⌠you had plans with your friends and⌠you were⌠inviting me as well. Just to show⌠we are nothing more than friends.â
âOh, dear god.â He covers his face with both of his hands. âSeriously? Why would you even think that?â
You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You donât want to say it. Especially not to him.
âI⌠just never thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. âYou were interested in anything more than sex.â
âIâm handsome. Iâm popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?â He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you donât realize is that heâs making fun of himself.
âYeah.â Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.
He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look.Â
âGod you are so blind.â
âHey!â You instantly respond.
âHave you ever looked in the mirror?â You make a face but it just spurs him. âYou are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. You are out of my league.â
âCome on⌠Thatâs-â He interrupts you again.
âPlease.â The way he says it makes you stop talking. âI have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. Itâs a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you donât want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?â
He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.
âAnd you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you werenât gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ânoâ, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!â
You donât know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.
âPlease donât cry anymore.â He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.
âIâŚâ Itâs so hard to speak normally. âI never thoughtâŚâ
âWhat?â This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.
âYou would actually like me.â
âLike you? Oh, doll⌠I donât like you. The word like doesnât even cover it.â The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesnât get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.
âOh fuckâŚâ His moan is like music to your ears. Itâs so raw and unfiltered.
You donât say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before.Â
âYou are so fucking gorgeous.â He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.
âSorry, I couldnât resist.â He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. âThereâs a part of meâŚâ He tries to find the right word. â...that wants to mark you. Show the world that youâre mine.â Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask âAre you mine, doll?â He sounds so nervous yet possessive.
âI am.â You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. âI have been for a long time.â
He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.
âIâm yours, too. I think I always have been.âÂ
Itâs your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time itâs faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.
âShit!â It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.
âSorry. I just want to feel you all over me.â
You want to say itâs alright but heâs a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Buckyâs still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position.Â
âWrap your legs around me, baby.âÂ
God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesnât put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while heâs kissing and licking all over your neck.
Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You donât remember any occasion you didnât enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way heâs making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you⌠The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.
âSo⌠All this timeâŚâ Bucky starts to talk. âYou thought I was here because this is easy.â
Ah, fuck. He isnât gonna let that go, is he? You shouldâve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesnât see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.
âAll this time⌠I was where I wanted to be.â Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. âUnderneath your body.â
âYou werenât always underneath me.â You answer him with a playful tone.
âAs long as Iâm inside you, the position doesnât matter.â
âSoâŚâ You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. âYou havenât been sleeping around with anyone else.â
He raises his head just to look into your eyes.Â
âAll this time, you thought I was fucking other people?â
âI meanâŚâ You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?
âWere you?â
âWas I what?â
âFucking other people?â His question is a lot more blunt than yours.
âI asked first!â You sound so defensive all of a sudden.
âI canât live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you⌠I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldnât scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?â
You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. Itâs just unbelievable.
âDoll?â You didnât realize you were lost in thoughts. âItâs fine if you have been.â It doesnât sound fine at all. It sounds like heâs trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. âIâm not saying I wonât be jealous but itâs not like we were actually together.â
You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.
âYou are such an idiot and you call me blind.â
âWhat?â
âI only ever wanted you, you moron.âÂ
His smile is so big and bright, itâs worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.
âYouâre only mine.â He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.
âOnly yours.â Your words make him groan loudly.Â
âFuck that mouth of yours. Youâre gonna make me come before you.â
âYou can do that later.â You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.
âIs that a promise?â
âIt can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!â
That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know whatâs coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, heâs back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.
âHarder, huh?â
âYeah. Just like that.â Itâs so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure heâs giving you. Itâs familiar yet it feels so different this time.
âMy girl wants it rough. Why didnât you just say so?â He sounds cocky thereâs also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell heâs close.
âDo I have to tell you everything?âÂ
âFrom now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.â That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. âEvery fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!â
âYes!â You practically scream. You donât know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. âFuck yes. Please, please, please, donât stop!â Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.
That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you canât directly look at his face anymore, you just know heâs about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.
âFuck, that wasâŚâ The struggles to find the right word.
âOn another level?â You offer to end the sentence for him. Thatâs exactly how you feel.
âYeah.â He doesnât miss a beat. âWe shouldâve talked to each other before.â
âWe were busy doing other stuff.â You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.
âI guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?â
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cw â nsfw minors dni, possessive reader, reader referred to as a woman, oral (f receiving), mention of breeding, creampie, i need other people to stop perceiving my man
Some days dating an idol is everything youâve ever dreamed of.
Other days youâre reminded that millions, maybe even tens of millions, of other people want him. Youâre reminded by the Instagram comments, videos, Tweets, news articles that fawn over him, all of which garner thousands of views and likes from other people who agreeâheâs the perfect man. Strong and buff and hot and kind and gorgeous.
Theyâre not dating him though. You are. And itâs not that youâre insecureâfar from it, in fact, because of Seungcheolâs attentivenessâbut sometimes when your feed is riddled with things like fancalls where your boyfriend has been trained to play along as a fanâs boyfriend, you just need a little reassurance.
One of the things you love about dating Seungcheol is that for you heâs built a space where you can be entirely honest with him about any anxieties you have. It means that when you do need his reassurance, you donât hesitate in voicing it.
âSeungcheol, youâre mine right?â
âI hope so,â he quips, scrolling along on his laptop. Unfortunately for you, heâs too accustomed to your clinginess, which means that sometimes he fails to recognise what you want to hear from him.
You swat at his shoulder like an irritated cat. âTell me youâre mine.â
He looks at you then and realises youâre being entirely serious.
âWhy wouldnât I be yours? Did I do something?â he asks, now shutting his laptop over. Whatever schedule heâd been emailed about gets shoved to the very back of his brain, replaced with only you.
âNo, I just-â
âI canât have a conversation with someone without bringing you up, and you think Iâm not yours?â he says, reaching forward to wrap his hands around yours. His thumbs rub circles into your skin because youâve told him once or twice how comforting you find it.
âI panic if I donât have the Hello Kitty cherry keychain you got me when I go overseas, and you think Iâm not yours?â
You giggle, growing suddenly shy at his words. His ability to woo you with his words even after two years is impressive, though it shouldnât be a surprise when his suave and charming attitude was what pulled you to him in the first place.
You give a yelp as he tugs you into his lap without warning, presses you flush against his hard body with the strong hands you love so much.
âIâve been looking at a ring for you, and you think Iâm not yours?â
Your mouth parts with bewilderment and your heart skips a beat, though you barely have the time to comprehend the implications of his confession because heâs ghosting his lips against the curve of your neck.
âHave I not been good at showing it? Is that it?â he asks, grazing his teeth against your skin. Youâre under his spell already, eyes rolling into your head as you grow breathless. His palms are hot, gliding under your t-shirtâhis t-shirtâsending a shiver along your spine. âOr is my princess just clingy?â
You pull away from him just to pout in his face, but his glassy eyes are dark with desire and it means you donât stand a chance. Not when his hands have moved to your thighs, inching their way between your legs, rubbing softly at your clothed crotch in a way that has you bracing against him immediately.
âTell me, baby,â he urges, ghosting his lips against your neck, turning you into a puddle with such ease that itâs embarrassing.
âI want you to show me, Cheol,â you admit. Despite the quiver in your voice, youâre stern. âShow me youâre mine.â
He wastes no time tearing your shorts and panties down your legs, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you, and diving straight between your legs.
He eats you like a man starved, laps at your clit like itâs life or death, peers up at you with hearts in his eyes as you moan and cry so sweetly it makes his dick swell in no time.
Seungcheol has you all mapped out; knows you like the back of his hand. He knows exactly how youâll whine when he sucks on your clit, how youâll tug at his hair when he glides his tongue through your folds, how youâll buck your hips when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue because you need more.
âMore, Cheol,â you cry, echoing his thoughts. So predictable.
He grins against your cunt, pulling back just to let a little glob of saliva drop on it before his mouth latches onto you again. Seungcheol eats you out with a determination thatâs dangerous. Heâs aware of the telltale signs of your impending orgasm; your moans growing higher and your body unable to stop shifting, and when he knows youâre close, heâll stop at nothing to give you what you want. What you need.
His tongue grows ruthless, dragging over every inch of your pussy with vigour until youâre crying his name at the top of your lungs and your fingernails are digging into the roots of his hair. He finally lets up a little, just enough so as not to overstimulate you as you cum, and heâs lapping up every drop of your arousal like he hasnât seen water in weeks.
âIâll never get over how sweet you taste, fuck,â he utters between the sounds of him slurping at your cunt, and itâs so lewd that your entire body flashes hot.
âNeed you in me, baby, please,â you whimper, watching your boyfriend pull away from you with glistening, swollen lips, with his chin and cheeks covered in you. Heâs quick to shrug his pants and boxers down his legs, frenzied almost, like heâll die if heâs not touching you.
Seungcheol leans over you to melt his lips against yours. Heâs messy, his tongue licking into your mouth in a way that should be overbearing, but thereâs an underlying tenderness in the way he kisses you that feels more like heâs pouring his love into you.
âYours,â he mumbles against your lips. You flinch when he glides his cock along your sensitive cunt, bumps your swollen clit because he canât help but torture you just a little when youâre all splayed out for him so pretty. His tip catches your hole, making you keen when he still doesnât slip inside.
âSeungcheol,â you whine, locking your ankles behind his back, pulling him in closer. His face softens when he sees how badly you need it, when he remembers that heâs not making you work for anything, because he has one job and one job only right nowâto show you heâs all yours.
In one fluid motion, he slides all the way in, buries himself in you to the absolute hilt like itâs his home, the stretch so good you practically sob. He wastes no time, fucking you with tenacity, letting go of any semblance of self-control the second he feels the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.
âGod, how could I be anyone elseâs when this is the pussy I get?â he grunts, fingertips gripping at your hips, guiding you along his fat cock so deliciously that your eyes roll into the back of your head. âMy fucking dream woman.â
âYou fuck me so good, Cheollie,â you moan, your fingers finding their way to the back of his neck, tugging at the slightly grown out hair there. You pull him in close, your face next to his so your breaths can intertwine, and you whisper, âall mine?â
âAll yours. Only yours,â he replies, his thrusts growing faster, harder, more erratic, more debauched from how your pussy grips him, sucks him in. âLet me fill you up, baby. Iâll give you everything.â
You whine at the thought, making him hiss when you clamp down around his cock, but he refuses to slow his pace. In fact, he only fucks you harder into the couch. âPlease, yes.â
âMaybe Iâll put my kids in your belly, huh? Will that convince you?â
You nod your head frantically. âWant it, Cheol.â
He only replies with a moan of his own, taking your hands in his and pinning them to the couch. His cock throbs, your cunt dripping wet as you both near the edge of your release.
âGonna cum for me?â he asks, strained, like heâs holding himself back.
You only nod again, and Seungcheolâs thumb finds your clit, drawing circles until finally he unwinds the knot inside your belly, and you cum with another cry of his name, your walls clenching around him so harshly that heâs spilling inside of you not a moment later.
The kiss he gives you after is so contrastingly soft that you nearly pass out, but itâs the most Choi Seungcheol characteristic you can think ofâto fuck you like an animal and kiss you like a loving boyfriend after.
âI love you,â he says, his voice still husky with his orgasm, but thereâs nothing but sincerity in his words.
âI love you more,â you reply, smiling like the angel youâre not.
âNot possible.â
âOh? I donât believe you, so I guess youâll just have to show me again.â
Seungcheol narrows his eyes. He pretends to be unamused. He loves it though. He loves being yours.
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His Bride
Davos Blackwood x Reader
Summary: A short piece about obsession, blood and love. What more do you need?
To be the bride of a Blackwood, you got to have something wrong with you.
To be willingly married to a man so crazy, so devoted and obsessed.
It was madness.
But anytime someone asked you for your reasons, man or woman, you always said the same thing.
"Imagine that devotion and craze when he loves. When he truly loves. He gives. And he gives much. You say he is insane. But I see a man willing to do anything for me. I see a man on his knees just to be in the same room as me. You say he will murder me and bleed me out, but the truth is he would never touch me anyway I do not want him to. You ask me how can I love someone so mad, and to that I say, he loves me. His love is deep, it's loyal and fierce. I know he would burn entire villages, and turn against any House or man just to have me. You say it is insanity, I say it is exactly what I want."
But the comments never stopped.
No matter what you have done. People didn't see him as a Lord, people saw him as a crazy child.
Any lady you have ever met always asks the same stupid question.
"How can you be happy about having him as your husband?" the faces the ladies make never helped your anger.
"You say he is crazy and yet you hide in your homes whenever he is near. You say he could never love, but he does, he loves me and he has me, fully. He has my heart, my mind and my body. In reality, it is you who are jealous of me. I have a husband who kills for me, without any hesitation. You truly never felt lust until you saw him behead another man simply because of the way he looked at me. And then, as the man's blood is still dripping from his lips, he kisses me."
To be the bride of a Blackwood, you got to have something wrong with you.
And you did.
You loved him.
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Why I appreciate Kabru and Mithrun's relationship in the story (with pictures!)
I just want to express how much I loved reading through the chapter with the 6 days they spent together and how I think their relationship developed in a pretty sweet way.
I feel like a lot of people reduce their dynamic to "nurse and patient" and that makes me sad because I personally got a lot more from it than that.
I do wanna start off by saying I'm here appreciating their dynamic as it is in the text.
Read more (spoilers ofc):
The beginnings
When they first met, there was an air of intimidation surrounding Mithrun as the captain of the ominous Canaries. He demonstrates his proficiency as a fighter and leader which worried Kabru because he knew it would lead to the dungeon falling into elven hands once again. But this threatening aura begins to dim in Kabru's mind as they get to know each other.
Even before they fell down the hole, the both of them ended up relying on each other's abilities a number of times (when the underground governor turned out to be corrupted Mithrun defeated him and Mithrun needed Kabru's deduction skills during the battle on the first floor) which is already the beginning of a great dynamic
(Kabwu is scared but Mithrun just asks for his help)
After Cithis tasked him with "taking care of Mithrun's needs" for the time being, Kabru treated Mithrun with proper respect and doesn't take advantage of his disability, even using his title âCaptainâ when he knew Mithrun wouldnât have cared either way after learning about how he lost his desires. This is in contrast to Cithis who immediately took advantage of her position to mess around with Mithrun when she was taking care of him.
(When Cithis was put in charge of taking care of Mithrun)
The whole time Kabru is with Mithrun, he treats him like a person and more than just someone to be taken care of, as also he relies on Mithrun's fighting skills, knowledge of the dungeon, and teleportation magic.
When you reduce their dynamic to just "caretaker and patient", you're ignoring Mithrun's own capabilities and making him seem totally helpless. It actually feels rather ableist. They have a more balanced relationship with what Mithrun brings to the table than you may think. Mithrun couldn't have survived down there on his own, but it's the same for Kabru (who famously dies every time he fights)!
Kabru doesnât show signs of trying to manipulate Mithrun either, and he's no longer intimidated by him in the slightest once he learns heâs not a threat or after his life. Though he does instinctively revert to his "sparkly" persona to get Mithrun to eat the disgusting mushroom, it doesnât work so Kabru just has him eat it normally and never tries it again. This is the beginning of Mithrun unintentionally encouraging Kabru to be more honest with others.
(Kabru realizing he can chill out)
(Kabru being unreserved and Mithrun being silly)
bonus funny moment:
Bonding
Throughout the journey they talked to each other, shared things with each other, and ate with each other. And Kabru expresses genuine concern about whether Mithrun is comfortable (which is something he could live without and wasn't something the Canaries told him to do).
(Kabru showing he wants to make him comfortable by making food for him which is a very important part of the narrative)
(Kabru sharing intimate memories with Mithrun)
(Kabru initiating conversation without hesitation or worry. This part also is referencing how Mithrun shared very important details of his life with Kabru. Kabru also ends up trusting Mithrun with information about Laios despite knowing he could possibly tell the other Canaries about him and impede his plans..which he does lol they do end up knowing about Laios before meeting him.)
For a bonus Lycion implies Kabru was taking better care of Mithrun than they had been which is interesting to me.
Mithrun also shows that he has come to trust Kabru's decisions over the Canaries' when he says he wants to stay in the dungeon after fulfilling the caretaker requirement. They did talk to each other a lot, during that time. I wonder what Mithrun's Shapeshifter double of Kabru would look like now?
Here, Kabru goes out of his way to make sure Mithrun doesnât overexert himself by knocking him out after the demon leaves with Marcille (again, when his time taking care of him is already over), and I think that demonstrates an extra level of concern he holds for Mithrun.
(Kabru holding back a hellbent Mithrun)
(KNOCKOUT!)
He even managed to make Mithrun mad. It's probably because he "let the demon get away" but I think it's cute and funny because would he huff like that at anyone else? Lol
When the demon breaks through the surface
Kabru begins panicking after Laios turns into the giant monster because he's wondering if he made the right decisions etc. If Mithrun didnât care about Kabru at least a little bit, he wouldâve just left him alone when he started losing it (right after Marcille did the same thing and she is technically more to blame for empowering the demon than Kabru was for not allowing Mithrun to go after it), but he went out of his way to snap him out of it.
It also means a lot to me that Mithrun even says Kabru's name, because in Japanese you can go your entire life without referring to someone by name and it wouldn't sound wrong (just rude) and it's the first time Mithrun says Kabru's name on screen (I checked).
Though it was with a slap, I think it says a lot, because if Mithrun didnât care at all he wouldnât have done anything and left him alone. It's not like Kabru could've done anything to stop the demon. He didn't even to tell him to do anything even though Kabru looked ready for an order.
(To be honest I don't know exactly why Mithrun starts beating him up here but you can say it's another rare demonstration of emotion Kabru was able to evoke in him lol. Maybe it's payment for Kabru stopping him the first time. That can be interpreted as paying it back and/or paying it forward I think.)
The last few chapters
And in the end when Kabruâs motivating Mithrun to continue living his life, he speaks to him like theyâre friends/have no rank between them despite using the Captain title for him the whole time. Even Lycion initially gets upset that heâs acting âtoo familiarâ with Mithrun.
It feels like Mithrun changed so much in the short time he spent together with Kabru and before the final battle, and itâs thanks to Kabru that Mithrun finally starts to be able to move past his lingering obsession with the demon and begin to really heal.
This is despite the fact that he spent so much time with Milsril and the other elves who never managed to break through to him like that.
(Before Kabru) (After Kabru)
And even after his role as Mithrun's caretaker was loong complete, he still shows concern for Mithrun and tells him to take a break when he's using up all his magic to slice the Falin meat (lmao).
He didn't need to do that! But it shows how he at least slightly considers Mithrun some kind of friend.
It all culminates with Kabru helping Mithrun regain his wil to live and Mithrun confiding in Kabru. Their relationship is important. Kabru continuing to do things for Mithrun to me is more of a sign that he just plain cares about him. Isn't it normal when a friend needs medication for you to remind them to take it? I think it's like that.
Kabru is there with Mithrun when he comes out about his feelings of uselessness AND when Senshi helps him put a spin on the 'vegetable scraps' metaphor and he find meaning in his life again. He's the first one to see him cry :')
Along with the fact that it feels like Mithrun is the first person we see Kabru doesn't feel the need to change his personality with or put on airs for since Mithrun doesn't need buttering up and he won't get offended if someone were to say something socially awkward, I think they made a pretty good team!
BUT ALSO the REAL reason I became endeared to them is cute shit like this:
GOD I love them!!!!! There are so many funny sides to Mithrun Kabru was able to bring out, and really show his charm as a character. Mithrun also brings out the best in Kabru while Kabruâs the most genuine heâs been since his debut with Mithrun. We are able to see that heâs just a kind and caring person, rather than the shady obsessed guy most fans have come to believe him to be.
The true depths of their dynamic also grew on me over time :)
TLDR
All in all itâs so nice seeing how even though Mithrun is a really deadpan person, and Kabru is a really secretive and withheld person, they clearly seem to have developed some kind of bond while they traveled together and even changed each other to an extent.
Doesn't Kabru feel more honest near the end? Maybe it's because of how much he talked to and shared with Mithrun during those 6 days so candidly...because they taaaalked a looooot like wow.
They mean so goddamn much to me. I donât need them to be in a romantic relationship but I do want them to be together forever :'))) or like at least hang out when they have off time since they're still in the same country lol. Praying for Kui to make another side comic of them some time (crying).
Thanks for reading if you made it this far, I mostly arranged this because it makes me sad to see people reduce their dynamic to only one singular aspect.
Anyways ya...love 'em (heart hands)
#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#mithrun#kabru#kabumisu#MITHRUN DESERVES MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIPS TOO DAMMIT!!!!!#i wasn't gonna ship tag it buuut w/e#omg i just came up w something#you can reduce their dynamic...but all you'd end up with...is a nice sauce#for like..steak..get it? reduction..cooking..no ok#also for an extra i think it's highly unlikely kabru met mithrun as a kid because he showed NO signs of recognizing him when they met#like KABRU of all people would remember lol
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Why Will Byers?
An analysis and theory on why Henry/Vecna targeted Will first in season 1 and his plans for Will in season 5
âźď¸Contains The First Shadow (TFS) spoilers so please proceed with caution.âźď¸
This is going to be a little long but Iâve tried to give as much context as I can without actually being able to show snippets from the stage play. This is my interpretation of everything that went down as a member of the audience and not as someone who has read up any theories about TFS before. To understand why Henry took Will first in 1983, we have to start with -
Henry and Joyce
From all the times Iâve watched TFS, the one thing that has stuck with me is the final conversation Henry has with Joyce. Itâs just before his last confrontation with Patty Newby and before he joins Brenner for good. Joyce is the last person (who doesnât know about Henryâs powers) that he canonically talks to.
Throughout the entire play Joyce, Hopper, and Bob are investigating the animals dying at the hands of Henry and come to the conclusion that Victor Creel has been the one doing the killing. They get so close to solving the case. In her last conversation with Henry, Joyce tries to comfort him by saying that Victor will pay for his crimes - which makes Henry laugh because sheâs so close yet so far from the truth. He gets a little frustrated and says something along the lines of âYou donât get it. But someday you will.â (edit 28/9: the exact dialogue is [Henry: youâre too nice. that is how theyâll get you. you have to learn to do anything you can to protect the ones you love] [Joyce: I donât understand.] [Henry: You will.]) The next time we see Henry make a reappearance in Joyceâs life is during -
The Vanishing of Will Byers
Will is taken into the Upside Down (UD) by Henry. Itâs not even a question anymore. All of the context clues from 1x1 lead us to believe that Willâs kidnapping was not by a demogorgon. Will - a 12 year old - miraculously survives a week in the upside down with no food or water. Will is even around the demogorgon a few times in the Upside Down. (Joyce communicating with Will through the lights and then the demogorgon coming after her immediately).
Barb dies the night she is taken but Will stays alive and also somehow manages to talk to Joyce through the wall. Joyce is led exactly to where Will was held at the end of s1 and he makes it out alive. Itâs almost as if Henry knew all along that Joyce was the most capable of never giving up on finding her son. Like Henry took Will Byers because he was Joyceâs son. And like he was giving her just enough to know that Will was alive. Even when Joyce and Hopper find him at the end in a state of near death, heâs not injured by a creature. He was being prepared for the next stage of Vecnaâs plan -
The Possession of Will Byers
The origins of Henryâs powers happen as such - As a kid, he is transported into the UD (originally coined Dimension X by the government) for a few hours because he touched something he wasnât meant to touch. During his time in there, he came in contact with the Mind Flayer (MF). According to TFS this is the point in his life when he started getting âcorruptedâ. Brennerâs dad - who was one of the first people to enter dimension X - had mutated blood after but no powers. Henry was the first person to come in contact with the MF and itâs highly likely he got his powers because of this (This would also track considering how most of the party has been in the UD now but show no signs of having powers). The MF controls Henry for the rest of TFS and Henry grows more power hungry the more he kills.
In S2, Henry presumably sends the MF after Will - who has now had a year to heal from the events of 1983. Will is the only other person in all of ST to have had direct contact with the MF and survived it. Henry didnât hesitate to kill Billy in S3, but he always gives everyone just enough to keep Will safe. Will himself tells Owens in S2 that the MF wants to kill everyone except him. Will once again survives the entire ordeal and is given a âbreakâ for the next 2 seasons. Except I donât believe heâs been just given a break. I think Will is -
Henryâs Sleeper Agent.
Ready to awaken in s5. I undoubtedly think that Will is going to have powers. And I donât think theyâre going to be the same as Henry and El. El and the other lab kids get their powers directly from Henry. Willâs powers will be directly from the MF like Henry. I believe this has been Henryâs plan all along and itâs further affirmed by what he tells Will in the recent VR game. That Will will be the key to Henry being able to infiltrate his friendsâ minds. Jamie Campbell-Bower also mentioned during the S4 press that to get in character, he set up a display with all of Henryâs victims and targetsâ faces on his wall(?), and Will was in the center.
Henry is going to use his connection with Will sneakily and midway through S5 heâs going to awaken Willâs powers (maybe in ep4 - which is said to be titled âSorcererâ and has young Will in it). Henry is going to try and manipulate his way into making an ally out of Will, and itâs not going to work because -
Will is the Perfect Character Foil.
Will is everything Henry could have been if he had a better support system. He is the perfect character foil. Unlike Henry, Will has a mother who loves him unconditionally and more importantly, believes him. Unlike Henry, the person who Will loves the most (the Patty to Willâs Henry: Mike) is going to love him back and stay by his side all season. No one is going to force them to be apart the way Henry was told to stay away from Patty. Will is not going to be easily swayed even though Henry has spent years crafting him into the perfect soldier. Sure, Henry has seen him heartbroken and sad, but that comes nowhere near to the amount of love and support Will is going to get from his people next season. And theyâre going to quite literally defeat Vecna with the power of love and friendship. After that, Will Byers is getting the happy ending that Henry could have gotten.
#stranger things#the first shadow#will byers#henry creel#vecna#vecna/henry/001#hinting at parallels between#hentty#byler#I could write a whole essay about how Mike and Will are set up to mirror Patty and Henry.#but thatâs for another time#joyce byers#stranger things meta#stranger things analysis#stranger things theory#my art#the first shadow spoilers
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Silence | Bang Chan
áÂłpairing; Boyfriend Chan x Reader
áÂłgenre; Angst , Smut
áÂłwarnings; SMUT MDNI ,dirty talk, swearing, Fingering, oral f reciving, begging
áÂłAuthors Note; 1k event Commisson giveaway winner @chrizzztopherbang (sorry it took so long :((( )
The restaurant was bustling, filled with the chatter of people enjoying their Friday night.
But at your table, a tense silence hung in the air.
Your parents sat across from you, glancing at the door every few minutes, waiting for the man theyâd heard so much about. But as the minutes ticked by, Chanâs absence became glaring
Your stomach churned with anxiety, but you kept a smile on your face, holding onto the thin hope that maybe he was just running late. He had to be comingâthis was the night you were finally introducing him to your parents, the people who mattered most to you.
Your phone sat face-up on the table, dark and motionless. No missed calls. No texts.
Not even a simple message to say he wasnât coming.
You checked your phone again, the light of the screen glaringly bright in the dim restaurant. Nothing. He hadnât reached out. No explanation. No apology. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, trying to keep the disappointment from showing on your face.
Your mom glanced at her watch, then back at you with a sympathetic smile. âHoney, maybe he got caught up in traffic or something. We can wait a bit longer.â
Your dad, on the other hand, wasnât as forgiving. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his face a mask of thinly veiled frustration. âItâs been nearly an hour. If he canât even make it to dinner with your parents, what does that say about him?â
You opened your mouth to defend him but stopped. You couldnât deny that this wasnât just an isolated event. Over the past few weeks, Chan had been slippingâforgetting dates, canceling plans last minute, or worse, just not showing up. But tonight, of all nights, was different. He knew how important this was to you. To both of you.
And he still wasnât here.
It felt like a punch to the gut. Youâd been nervous about tonight for weeks, planning every detail in your head. Your parents had flown in just for this. And Chan, the man youâd been dating for months, wasnât even here
âMaybe something came upâŚâ you offered weakly, though the words felt hollow, even to you.
Your dad sighed, shaking his head. âSweetheart, a man who cares about you doesnât let âsomethingâ come up on a night like this. He makes time.â
The words stung because deep down, you knew he was right. Youâd been making excuses for Chan for weeks, convincing yourself that his work, his schedule, was just overwhelming, and that it wasnât personal. But this? This felt personal.
Your mom reached across the table, squeezing your hand gently. âWe donât have to stay, you know. We can reschedule, orâŚâ
The thought of leaving without even hearing from him made your stomach drop. You wanted to brush it off, pretend like it didnât matter, but it did. You wanted your parents to see the man you loved, to understand why you were so devoted to him. But right now, even you were struggling to remember that reason.
The waiter approached, a polite smile on his face. âAre we ready to order, or should I give you a few more minutes?â
You hesitated, glancing at the empty seat beside you, before shaking your head. âNo, I think weâre ready.â
The rest of dinner was strained, your parents trying to keep up light conversation, but the tension in the air was undeniable. Every few minutes, your eyes drifted to your phone, but it remained painfully silent.
No word from Chan. No explanation.
By the time you made it back home, the weight of the evening settled heavily on your shoulders. Your parents had been kindâunderstanding, evenâbut their disappointment lingered. You could feel it in the hug your mom gave you before she left, the look your dad gave you as he told you to "think about what you deserve."
And he was right. You deserved better than this.
When you finally walked into your apartment, the quiet was suffocating. You dropped your bag on the couch, sitting down with a heavy sigh, staring at the blank screen of your phone once more. A million thoughts raced through your headâmaybe something had happened, maybe there was a reason he couldnât make it, maybeâ
Your phone lit up, and your heart leapt for a split second. But it wasnât Chan. It was a notification from some random app, and the disappointment hit you like a wave.
You leaned back against the couch, the realization sinking in. He hadnât forgotten tonight. Heâd just⌠not shown up. And the worst part was, he hadnât even bothered to tell you.
There was no last-minute excuse, no frantic apology, no explanation. He had simply left you waiting.
You didnât know how long you sat there, staring at nothing, feeling the weight of it all. But eventually, the front door opened, and Chan walked in, looking exhausted but casual, as if it were any other night. He saw you on the couch and smiled, dropping his keys onto the table.
âHey, sorry Iâm late. Long day at the studio,â he said, running a hand through his hair. He didnât even look guilty.
You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. âLate? You didnât even come.â
Chan frowned, confused. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm here now.â
âYou didnât come to dinner,â you said, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and sadness. âI waited for you. My parents waited for you.â
It was as if the weight of what you were saying finally hit him. His eyes widened, realization dawning. âShit, waitâdinner. That was tonight?â
You stood up, your heart pounding in your chest. âYeah, it was tonight. The dinner where you were supposed to meet my parents for the first time. The dinner we planned weeks ago. And you didnât show up.â
His face paled, guilt creeping in, but it wasnât enough. Not this time. You had waited, excused, and forgiven too many times before.
âIâm sorry, I really am. I didnât mean toââ Chan started, but you cut him off.
âNo, Chan. You didnât even tell me you werenât coming. You didnât call, you didnât text. You left me sitting there, waiting, with no idea where you were.â
He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. âI canât keep doing this. I canât keep being the one who waits.â
Chanâs expression crumbled as he stepped forward, but you took a step back. âPlease, Iâll make it right. I swearââ
But youâd heard it all before. And this time, it wasnât enough.
The silence that followed your words was thick, suffocating. Chan stared at you, his face twisted in guilt, but it wasnât enough this time. Nothing he could say would make up for the way you felt tonightâalone, forgotten, like an afterthought.
"I said Iâm sorry, okay?" His voice was low, almost pleading. But the apology felt like it was more for his own peace of mind than for you.
You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. "Sorry? Thatâs all you have to say? You didnât even care enough to send me a text, Chan! You didnât care enough to let me know you werenât coming to meet my parents!"
âI do careââ he started, but you cut him off, voice trembling with the frustration and hurt youâd been bottling up for weeks.
âDo you? Do you really? Because it feels like Iâm the only one putting any effort into this relationship!â The words spilled out before you could stop them, years of unsaid feelings finally surfacing. âIâve been bending over backwards for you, making excuses for you, and for what? For you to just forget about me over and over again?â
Chanâs jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with anger, but he kept his voice calm. âItâs not like Iâm doing this on purpose. Iâm trying to juggle everythingâthe studio, the group, the deadlinesâitâs not easy.â
âDonât you dare try to make me feel guilty for that.â Your voice cracked, and you took a step toward him, fists clenched. âIâve been patient. Iâve understood every time youâve had to cancel plans, every time youâve been late because of work. But this was important, Chan! You were supposed to meet my parents! You were supposed to be there for me for once!â
He flinched, as if your words physically hurt him, but he still tried to defend himself. âI know it was important, but I canât always be everywhere at once. Iâm doing my best, and sometimes things slip through the cracks.â
You stared at him, feeling a bitter mix of anger and heartbreak. âI shouldnât have to feel like Iâm slipping through the cracks in your life.â
The silence that followed was deafening. Chanâs face softened as he realized how deeply he had hurt you. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it was too late. The damage was done.
You turned away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill. âI need space, Chan. I need to think.â
âWait,â he said, stepping forward, his voice desperate now. âDonât shut me out. Please, we can talk about this.â
You shook your head, your voice cold and distant. âThereâs nothing to talk about right now. I just⌠I need time.â
Without another word, you walked past him, retreating into your bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the living room, guilt and frustration etched across his face.
The next few days were a blur of silence. You avoided Chanâs calls, ignored his texts, and when you saw him, you barely acknowledged his presence. The silent treatment weighed heavily on both of you, but you werenât ready to face him. Not yet. The sting of being let down, again and again, was too fresh.
At first, Chan tried to give you space, respecting your need for time to process. But as the days went on, he began to grow more desperate. The messages started coming more frequentlyâapologies, explanations, everything he could think of to get through to you. But you remained silent.
One night, you were sitting in your living room, laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, when you heard a knock at your door. You didnât respond, hoping heâd go away, but then the door opened slowly, and Chan stepped inside.
He looked exhausted, his usual confidence replaced by an unmistakable vulnerability. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before finally sitting down at the edge of your bed.
âI know youâre mad,â he started, his voice low and hesitant. âAnd you have every right to be.â
You didnât say anything, keeping your eyes glued to your phone. But the tension in the room was thick, and you could feel him watching you, waiting for some kind of response.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI messed up. I know I did. And I canât stand that I hurt you like this. Iâve been trying to fix it, but I donât even know where to start anymore.â
Still, you said nothing, but your heart ached at the sadness in his voice. You wanted to forgive him, to let it go, but a part of you needed him to understand just how deeply his actions had hurt you.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. âIâm so sorry I made you feel like you donât matter. Because you do. Youâre the most important person in my life, and I hate that Iâve made you feel otherwise.â
You glanced up at him, and the sight of himâhis eyes red, his face etched with regretâmade something inside you soften. But you werenât ready to give in just yet.
âI donât know if I can keep doing this,â you said quietly, finally breaking your silence. âI canât keep waiting for you to show up, wondering if Iâm ever going to be enough to make you prioritize me.â
Chanâs eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. âYou are enough. Youâre more than enough. Iâve just been so caught up in everything that I lost sight of whatâs really important.â
He reached out, taking your hand gently, and for the first time in days, you didnât pull away.
âI canât lose you,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âI know Iâve been an idiot. I know Iâve let you down more times than I can count, but Iâm begging you⌠please donât give up on us.â
Tears stung your eyes as you looked at him, the vulnerability in his expression breaking down the last of your defenses. You could see how much he meant every word, how deeply he regretted the pain heâd caused you.
âI donât want to give up on us either,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âBut something has to change, Chan. I need to know that I can rely on you, that I matter.â
âYou do,â he said quickly, his grip on your hand tightening. âI swear, things will be different. Iâll make sure of it. Iâll be better. For you. For us.â
Before you could respond, Chan sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. The raw vulnerability in his expression made your heart ache. âPlease,â he said, his voice breaking. âI know Iâve let you down. I know Iâve been a mess. But Iâm begging you, please donât give up on us. I need you. Iâll do anything to make this right. Just give me a chance.â
You stared at him, shocked by his sudden desperation. The image of him on his knees, pleading with you, was almost too much to bear. The hurt was still fresh, and though his words and actions were sincere, you struggled with the weight of what heâd done.
You looked down at Chan, kneeling before you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and desperation. His plea hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises and fear. You could see how much he wanted to make things right, but the pain and disappointment you felt were still raw and unsettling.
âI donât know, Chan,â you said finally, your voice wavering. âI want to believe that things will be different, but Iâm not sure if I can just forgive and forget. Youâve let me down so many times. How can I be sure this time will be any different?â
Chanâs face fell, and he lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping. âI understand if youâre not ready to forgive me. I really do. But please, just give me a chance to prove it to you. I know Iâve been a fool, and Iâm sorry. Iâll work every day to show you that Iâm worth your trust.â
Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and earnest. You wanted to believe him, wanted to reach out and pull him up from his knees, but the scars of past disappointments were still fresh. You needed to see more than words. You needed to know that the change he promised was real and lasting.
Before you could voice your doubts, Chan moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze was disarming, and you felt your resolve waver as he closed the distance between you. He reached out gently, cupping your face with his hands, his touch warm and tender.
As he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours, you felt a surge of emotion that you couldnât ignore. You wanted to push him away, to maintain your boundaries, but the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes made it hard to resist. When his lips brushed against yours, it was soft and hesitant, a plea for forgiveness more profound than words could convey.
You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but then you found yourself responding, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both passionate and desperate. The connection was electric, and for a brief, fleeting moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist.
Chanâs kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he seemed to pour all his remorse and longing into that single, heartfelt kiss. It was as if he was trying to erase the distance that had grown between you, to bridge the gap left by all the unfulfilled promises.
You leaned back, pulling him with you, your body arching into his touch as his hands trailed over your skin. The sensation was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the moment, all rational thought fading away. You needed this, needed him.
His hands continued to trail, and one made its way to your clothed heat.
Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through the fabric, a delicious friction building.
"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.
"I need you, Y/N," he mumbled, his lips grazing your neck.
The battle raged on around you. Your body ached for him, for his touch, his kisses. As his fingers slipped underneath your panties, the warmth of his skin against yours, you felt your resolve crumble.
You wanted him, needed him, despite all the hurt and disappointment he had caused. In that moment, none of it mattered. All you could focus on was the way he made you feel.
Chan's eyes were dark with lust as his fingers slipped between your wet folds, the pressure of his thumb on your clit making your breath catch in your throat.
"God, Y/N, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. " I missed this.."
As he continued his teasing, you could feel yourself giving in, the pleasure clouding your judgment. Your hips rocked against his hand, seeking more, and a moan escaped your lips as he slid a finger inside of you.
"You like that?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear.
"Yes," you breathed out, your voice shaky.
The feeling of his fingers inside you, curling up just the way you liked, was almost too much to bear. His palm pressed against your clit, the heat and pressure driving you wild, his other hand beginning to slip your clothes off.
Your mind raced, conflicting thoughts tugging at you. Part of you wanted to stop this, to keep your walls up and protect yourself. But another part of you needed this, needed him, more than anything.
"I want to taste you.... To apologize with my tounge in places my words couldnt reach," he whispered against your ear
Chan's voice was thick with desire, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at you. Your mind was spinning, but all you could focus on was how good it felt.
As he sank to his deeper into his knees in front of you, his face inches from your heat, you knew there was no going back. His breath was hot against your skin as he leaned in, and the feeling of his tongue against your folds was enough to make you moan.
Chan was relentless, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your most intimate parts was intoxicating, and you could feel the pleasure building inside of you, a delicious heat spreading through your body.
"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured, his voice muffled against you. "You taste so good."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a moan as he teased your entrance with his tongue.
"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice shaky.
You could feel the pressure building inside of you, your muscles tensing as his tongue lapped at your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself losing control. Your hips bucked against his mouth, and you dug your fingers into his hair, holding him against you.
"Don't stop," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without a thought.
You were teetering on the edge, your body aching for release but he wasnt gonna let it end there.
He was apologizing right?
You could feel it coming, the sweet relief just out of reach. You needed more, needed him deeper.
"Please," you moaned, the sound desperate and needy.
Chan responded immediately, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your clit. He was relentless, his pace increasing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Your muscles tightened, and the pressure inside you was almost too much to bear.
Then, suddenly, everything went white. You cried out, your body shuddering as the orgasm crashed through you. Your vision blurred, and all you could feel was the intense, pulsing pleasure coursing through your veins.
As you came down from the high, your breath ragged and your heart racing, you could feel the tension in the room.
But that wasnt the end for Chan
He continued to eat you out, wanting to give you another one.
You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, but Chan's hands held you in place, his tongue tracing patterns across your clit. The sensations were too much, and you could feel yourself quickly building toward another release.
"C-Chan," you whimpered, your voice shaky.
"Let go, baby," he whispered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Come for me again."
As his fingers curled inside you, and as he found that perfect spot, you knew you were done for. Your muscles tensed, and the pressure inside you threatened to burst.
"P-Please" You say without thinking, the pleasure taking over any rational thoughts.
"Oh no, no... this is my apology to you, baby. Im going to make you cum until i'm forgiven"
And then, with one final, torturous swipe of his tongue, you were gone.
Over and Over and Over again, until you could no longer remember why you were even mad at him in the first place.
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Helloooo!!!! really interesting event you have going on here :D . a couple pennies for my request?
Can I get a "Hot things they do" prompt with
HSR: Jing Yuan, Sunday, and Boothill Genshin: Neuvillete and Pantalone
Gn!Reader please and thank you <3
HOT THINGS THEY DO
âÂˇË you swoon over and practically drool whenever he does something which you love to the moon and back. even the simplest of things has you feeling something burning and fluttering inside ...
note : anon you've got tastes. I don't know if there is anything particular I like that they do everything will have me folding over.
sfw // fluff a lil goofy, slight suggestive gn!reader
â ਠJING YUAN ŕ§
His breathy laughter is the best of both worlds. Nothing compares to it. Although you are a big fan of his chuckle whenever he is in a tight spot or has it figured out, his laughter is still incomparable.
But he kind of disagrees with you on this since he would have approved it if it was his thighs. He knows how thick they are and how the strap around his upper thigh makes it look even more enticing. "Who says I don't like it?" you retort.
â ਠSUNDAY ŕ§
Whenever he is in deep thought, he would leave his pen, cross his arms and would run his fingers through his hair. Most of the time his hair is prim and proper. But when he puffs his chest up in frustration , eyes squinting , and hair a little bit messy, you can confirm that you become like a victorian man seeing ankles.
"Is this the way you like it?" Sunday says a bit unsure as he is practically wearing something that looks diametrically opposite from what he wears. Shirt, jeans, jacket, cap and all the items that screams 'rock metal genre'.
"Stay still pretty boy I need a good picture for my wallpaper"
â ਠBOOTHILL ŕ§
"Babe I find you really hot when you threaten people to kill them whenever they try being real mushy mushy with me"
"You muddle fudger I can't even curse them with the real scary words and you liked that?" Boothill stares at you bewildered. "Your synesthesia beacon working overtime and your hands pointing the gun at him as you threaten to do the wildest shit to him if he ever touches me is very very hot you wouldn't understand". He would usually comply with whatever you say but this time he truly thinks that you've got a few screws loose there. But maybe that's your charm and your 'hot thing'.
"Well if you find THAT hot then ..." he swifts you off your feet and places his hat onto your head "don't you like it when I do this hmm sweetie ?"
â ਠNEUVILLETTE ŕ§
While the things or his actions are mostly adorable or gentlemanly, even he has his sides which would leave your heart beating fast and hard. But oh lord have mercy on you because when he would tie his hair messily to focus on his paperwork, you fold.
Neuvillette was about to sit down after he tied his hair in a ponytail, but you noticed his tied hair and without thinking you blurted out,
"Do it again"
"Do what again ?"
"Tie your hair again.. I wanna see..."
He obliged to your request like he usually does even though he was a little confused, but when he turned around to face you, you were blushing HARD and one of your hands was on your chin as if scrutinising his every movement and every flex of his muscles. Neuvillette just chuckled at your antics. "Like what you see dear?" "Very much..." you strided towards him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. No matter how many times you ask such silly requests of him, he will always fulfil them.
â ਠPANTALONE ŕ§
You didn't know what captivated you to like pantalone and you wanted to find what was something he did that made you find it hot. Lo and behold you found it when he was threatening one of the fatui members.
Two new recruits were standing at esse in front of Pantalone, who was eyeing them from top to bottom. "So... cryogunner... what was the order?" The cryogunner, after swallowing down the lump in his throat with hesitation, replied, "sâ sir ... we had to take down the owner of the illegal organisationâ"
"And what was the result I received?" his voice cold and eyes piercing. His anger were visible in his eyes even though it did not reflect on his face. "Out of my sights right now the punishment that you two will receive for not abiding to the order will be not so savoury"
The two fatui scurried away after shouting a 'yes sir'. After they left, he removed his glasses and scrunched his face rubbing his temple. Looks like more work got added to his already pending list of tasks. His eyes were full of wrath and anger muttering archons know what
you chuckle "you know your face is doing things to me babe"
"dear I'm not in the moodâ" but looking at your face has him rethinking his decision. You biting your lips and eyes dazed... hmm looks like you've found the way to relieve his stress then?
"It's going to be a rough day hm? dear"
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