#ty for the questions hun!

[grapecaseschoices]

📓 & 🚷 for your infamous mcs? <33

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Do I ever? LMAO. Some have more quotes than others. But here is one each, that I feel hits them as people/can summarize parts of my thoughts when creating them.

Alana; I wanted to feel loved without feeling like I was begging for it

Bethany Josnel; "I've always liked quiet people. You never know if they're dancing in a day dream or if they'e carrying the weight of the world." - John Green

Hiyam; The ego of a man trapped in the body of a woman - Sexy and the City (1998 - 2004)

Lala; "In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you" - Andrea Dykstra

Ori; "you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot." - fatima aamer bilal

🚷 - Tell one difference between yourself and this oc!

Alana: Clear-headed; she's definitely someone you want at your side when things start to panic. My anxiety gets in the way, she's much more poised. Not to say she doesn't get nervous - she does - but she's still better at taking charge of that and diffusing things, I feel.

Bethany Josnel: Self-assured; at least in the sense that he knows what he wants and isn't one to allow himself to be pressured. I think he's good with his boundaries, is what it is. I am not lmao.

Hiyam: Confidence! Hiyam's is at a level that one might dismiss as delusional but it's just a matter of strength of will and being unbothered. Two things I do not have lmao. I can be pretty stubborn thho. Maybe i can fake it til I make it ... one day.

Lala; there is SO many. Um, let's say Understanding. I feel Lala is pretty insightful and also open. I try to be. They're so -- I think it's because they have a 'come as you are approach' but also know their own value.

Ori: Cheerful; He is so naturally cheery and kind and even-tempered. I am good at faking some these things lmao. To varying degrees. He's just so sweet, like a golden retriever puppy. While I am more like a cross of an old poodle and a nervous chihuahua.

questions from here.

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

📕 tell me about one of the fics in your head (pls)

oooooo we've actually talked about this on discord if you remember

It's something I want to do for Halloween, not kinktober though but separate on Halloween night or anywhere close but uhmmm kind of just Copia being a fluffy bitch, him and his s/o go out talking walkies on trick or treating night, papa is in a spiderman costume (matching with reader) - one that suits him a bit too well, might I add. I hope the children won't be too traumatized. (And he goes feral over reader the first time he sees the costume they are wearing.) - and when they walk past a little playground papas ancient ass (respectfully) decides it's a good idea to go spiderman hangies so he prances up to the highest one, hangs upside down like spiderman - surprisingly he goes really easy - and reader catches him off guard by doing the little one person upside down movie kiss and he tumbles , whining about how he's too old (but when they get home you best bet his ass is railing them so hard, with excuse ''You looked just pretty:)'')

[sweetteainthesummerx]

begin again!

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nhl masterlist !

series masterlist!

pairings: popstar!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, toxic past relationships

summary: you find love, for real this time.

word count: 1.2 k

notes: new writing! ty for all of ur patience

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you're in the club, eyes red-rimmed and feet sore.

four months since you've broken up with your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.

the song lyrics and scribbled pen-inked paper around your piano in your apartment shows for it.

even now, as a remix of one of your songs plays loudly (the over zealous dj definitely saw you and probably hopes he gets signed or something), you chest twists.

the things he's done, it makes you question if love is real. your friends insist that it does, and you humour them with a complacent, teeth-bared smile.

your mind is in overdrive; this is good for your career, terrible for your gear-shifting mind.

and because you're a woman in a man's field, you thank the universe for leaking his texts with his co-star during your tour: you've been going viral and garnering an insane amount of attention.

although people are sympathizing with you, you just want to be loved. loved without hesitations and loved with careful hands and words.

you've been working your butt of to take your mind off of your quarter life crisis, but between the european leg of the tour and the north american one, you take a break when your family begs you to.

so now, you're out with your girls, wishing you were on your couch with a glass of expensive red, maybe with your guitar.

anywhere but here, where the booming music and smell of tequila reminds you so much of him. you sigh self-deprecatingly, that should've been your first red flag.

rainie, your best friend, notices your stiffness, and the blankness your eyes are covered by.

she hates your ex. he took a lovely, soft and kind soul and absolutely pushed you over the edge with all of his lying, cheating and manipulating. she is never letting you date an actor ever again.

she swears she's going to make sure that you're happy: even if it doesn't involve love, she just wants you to be you again.

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"hey, hun. i know you're tired," your manager says, and grimaces when you throw her a dirty glare, "but some of the canucks team is here, and they have a jersey for you. before you say anything-" you groan, "just like, two pictures!"

you know it'll be at least thirty minutes, but you agree, because your dad would be upset (ever since you were little a game was always on at your house) and you are from vancouver, so this is good for press.

you walk out, the mini skirt and bedazzled tank combo along with cute platform boots cutting into your sore body.

because you are kind (your manager is clasping her hands in thanks) and very well pr trained, you smile, shake hands, take pictures for daughters and nieces.

lastly, a gravelly voice says your name.

you turn, and you see an attractive, tall man. he's dark-haired, with big, sad puppy eyes and pale skin. he looks nothing like your ex, but you can't help stare at his pretty features.

"hi...?" you offer him a smile, and his ears turn as red as the bow in your hair.

"oh-sorry. i'm quinn. quinn hughes." he scratches his neck, hastily giving you his hand to shake.

cute, you think, as his much larger hand completely envelopes yours.

"he's our captain," the team manager beams, handing you a blue and green jersey.

he bashfully shrugs, and you can feel yourself melt. he's so endearing, with his calm demeanor and pink cheeks.

the photographer instructs him to put his arm around you as you hold up the jersey.

and this man, oh my, he asks for your permission.

you probably most definitely know way too many douchebags, because you can't remember the last time a man has done this.

when you nod shyly, he huffs out a breath and slides a hand respectfully to the middle of your back. he helps you adjust your hair so his hand doesn't catch onto it, and the two of you smile together.

the photo receives an alarming amount of likes, and you're pleasantly surprised when he texts you later that night.

quinn

hi, your manager gave me your number when you had to leave early. i hope that's okay :)

you silently thank your manager and her meddling.

you

ofc! sorry i had to rush off

quinn

no worries

i just wanted to ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime

you

oh!

yeah okay that sounds good

might have to wait for another month though

i have to finish tour first :(

quinn

i'll wait however long i have to

sorry, i have to go i have a game tmrw

goodnight, sleep well :)

you shut your phone off, realizing with a start you've got a wide smile plastered on your face. suddenly, you're wary about him: what if he's like your ex? what if he breaks your carefully stitched up heart?

then something tells you that this boy is special, so you breathe deep and take a leap of faith.

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quinn finds you in the crowd of people at the bar, slipping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

after the two of you had met, you had texted for weeks before actually meeting up in person at a cafe near your apartment.

quinn listens to your stories about tour, tells his own about his brothers and the shenanigans they get up to.

he's funny, you realize, in a subtle, deadpan way that intelligent people are. he looks at you with his pretty eyes and insists on paying for your drink despite your protests.

soon enough, you find yourself at his apartment after his games, cooking dinner together and watching stupid movies. he reads the book on his coffee table to you, and lets you tuck your cold feet under his thigh.

you learn things about each other: he memorizes your scent, vanilla and ball point pen ink, you curiously graze his book shelf, his taller figure hovering behind you.

your mutual friends meet at the bar you now all frequent, and you watch with a smile as rainie argues with a hoard of massive hockey players.

"hi," you coo at him, two drinks in, and he grins, smoothing his thumb over your going out top. he asks about the song production meeting you had, and listens intently has you drunkenly ramble.

you'd started to wonder why he hasn't made a move on you yet.

you'd asked him that one night, and he had looked at you with so much candy-melded affection; silently, he ran a rough hand gently up your calf. he told you that he cares about you: he wants to get everything right, because that's what you deserve.

so now, you find yourselves in a standstill, knowing you definitely like each other, but learning to be together as friends first.

however, the way he glares at any guy that comes within three feet of you tonight doesn't feel very friendly.

that night, he drives you home. you try to press - a friendly - kiss to his cheek, but you wobble on your heels and it lands more on the corner of his lips.

his eyes darken, like the way they do when you lick you fingers while cooking, or when you wear particularly short shorts.

you steady yourself on his biceps, giggling as he unlocks your door and practically carries you inside. as you scratch at the base of his neck, he gently pushes you against the wall of the entrance way.

he crowds around you, nosing at your neck. you welcome his scent, masculine and warm, and your hands find their way to his face, cupping his jaw.

your lips meet, and something clicks into place.

you sigh happily, his mouth nudging and exploring against yours. you've never felt so desired, so safe, and you murmur that against his lips.

quinn nips at the softness of your earlobe and almost shudders all over.

"i'm going to keep you," he tells you.

you laugh, and bring him closer to you.

you plan on keeping him too.

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[heartpiratedrabbles]

Devious Revenge

Prompt: Ace falls asleep at a less-than-convenient time, so you tease him in public.

NSFW

Ace X Fem Reader

You look at your boyfriend from across the table. He had fallen asleep once again, his head now laying on the plate in front of him, his hands still holding onto the sandwich he was eating. The others around laughed at him but you couldn’t help but to feel slightly annoyed.

         You knew it wasn’t his fault, that it happened at random, but just the night prior he had also fallen asleep in the middle of eating you out. You were so close to release as his tongue darted into you, all the while his thumb was rubbed circles in your clit, another hand keeping your thigh pinned to the bed.

         Your hand was in his hair, begging him to let you cum. And that’s when you felt his body go limp, his faces till buried in your dripping cunt while you could hear him snoring. His nose nestled between your folds as you let out an exasperated moan. Pulling his head away from you with your hand that was tangled in his hair as you sat up to reposition him into a more comfortable position. He didn’t end up waking up until morning.

         And now here he was, once again asleep while eating something. Your frustration was boiling over when an idea popped into your head. Smiling ever so subtly as Ace snapped his head back up, looking around to get his surroundings before going back to eating. You slip your foot out of your sandal, brushing against the man’s ankles across from you, the rough leather of his boots rubbing against your skin.

         Ace flashes a look at you, confused and was about to ask what was up when you trail up his leg. You continue to eat your own breakfast, ignoring Ace while someone asked your boyfriend why he was so quiet. Your foot moves to the edge of his shorts venturing closer as you hear his sharp inhale.

         You glance at Ace, offering him a smile before turning your head to continue a conversation. Putting pressure on the fabric of his crotch, feeling a twitch underneath. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Ace trying his best to remain aloof to those around him, a red tint dusting his freckles.

         People start clearing out of the mess hall, and you decide to follow the crowd, only after making sure Ace was fully hard. You couldn’t help but smirk when you hear him swear under his breath before standing up to do your duties for the day. “Bye babe. See you later,” You practically sing, tossing some of your hair over your shoulder as he stares at you with a heated look. You can’t help but laugh when you heard some others ask why Ace isn’t standing up, while he dances around the answer itself.

         At one point you passed by Ace in an empty hall and his eyes go wide before trapping you against the wall. “What was that this morn-“ Before he could finish his question you slammed your lips to his, arms snaking their way around his head as he turned to putty in your hands. You slid your foot up the wall, your knee rubbing against his crotch as he groaned.

         His hands roamed your body before leaning back, “Jesus Y/N. Let’s go somewhere more private.” His desperate tone with a spark in his eyes as he starts to nip at your neck.

         You let out a moan, tugging at his hair while you grind into his hard on. And just as his hands wrapped around you, you push him away with a playful smile, “Sorry hun, but we got things to do.” He looks at you, his mouth slightly ajar. You hurry around a corner, feeling the heat shoot towards you as he turns to fire to catch you.

         Just as you feel the warmth of flames brush against your arms, you dart through a door where a couple of crew members are playing poker. They see you get tackled to the ground by Ace and scold him for being harsh, another dragging him to join the table while you make your full escape.

         Ace catches up to you much later, an annoyed look on his face as he patiently waits for you to finish tying a knot, “What has gotten in to you Y/N? Do you think it’s fun to tease and run?” The pout placed on his face as cute as ever while you chuckle.

         Turning to face him, you wrap you arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest while looking up at him, he immediately wraps his arms around your back. “I’m sorry we keep getting interrupted,” You purr out, your fingertips running up and down the small of his back. He scoffs staring down, his face showing all his emotions of being torn between scolding you and fawning over you. You decide to put the final nail in the coffin as you lean up to his ear, “I just really need you Ace.” Your lips brushing against him as you try to pull away. His grip around you tightens and you feel his body heat up, you hear a couple crew members coming closer.

         Squirming a bit in his arms he lets out a laugh, “If you think I’m letting you escape again-“ He bends down, getting a better grip on you before flinging you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass, “You’re dead wrong.” You try to kick your legs to no avail as he starts walking.

         He tells you it’s no use and you finally give up, your elbows on his back while you hide your face in your hands, passing by numerous people. Some question you two while others whistle and you feel your embarrassment rise as Ace laughs that he has to teach you a lesson.

~~~

         He kicks the door shut while slamming you to the bed, the wind being knocked from your lungs for a second as he climbs on top of you. Holding both your hands in his above your head he sucks on your neck, while his knee rubs pressure against your crotch, his other hand going to un-do his belt. His dick already hard by the time he takes it out.

         “W-wait Ace. Slow down,” You moan as lifts you up just enough to rip off your shirt before latching onto when of your nipples. His eyes glare up at you with a devious look before sitting up.

He moves your wrists to be right in front of you while he wraps his belt around them tightly, “Oh I can be slow Firefly, if that’s what you want.” The lustful tone making your head light. He gives a good tug on your arms to make sure you won’t escape the confines before removing the rest of your clothes. Laying you back on the bed as his hands delicately spread your thighs, propping them on his own while his thumbs running patterns as they inch closer to your core.

The desire in you heating up as you look at Ace, and how enamored he is with your body, studying every inch of you. A hand on your hip, holding you down while the other is as close to your entrance without touching it. He outlines your fold with a delicate touch as you groan from the lack of friction. “Look how wet you are, how welcoming your body is,” He leans down, kissing your thigh, his lips trailing over your skin as he makes his way to your naval.

“Ace please,” You cry out in frustration, trying to thrust your hips up under his grip. He licks up your body, taking time to pay attention to both your nipples, your bound hands hooking over his neck the high he travels. You tug at his hair, his hands still rubbing circles into your hips.

Ace smirks into your skin as he continues his journey up to your ear, mimicking you earlier that day, “Aww, babe. I thought you wanted to go slow~” He heats up his hands, the hot touch making you arch as your pussy throbs, “So just be a good girl for me won’t you?” You let out a whine, only for it to be drowned out by Ace’s lips on yours.

The tip of his dick barely touching your soaking entrance, the warmth making you throb and try once again to thrust into him. You whimper at the emptiness, turning your head to beg Ace to hurry up. “Do you want me to fill your needy cunt?” His low whisper sending shivers down your spine.

“God Ace, please. I want you inside me~” You pull your arms down, pulling him closer to you. He hums into your skin, one of his hands going to his cock, letting the underside get coated by your slick. The subtle friction sending you over the edge, and yet still desiring more.

“What else do you want?” A lick to your ear as he slaps his dick on your clit, a moan escaping your lips as you try to angle your hips up. A leg wrapping around him in an attempt to force him inside you. The tip barely caressing your entrance, a needy gasp as so little is pressed inside before quickly vanishing. A small bite on your ear and a tighter grip on your hip, “And you always call me the impatient one.”

You cry Ace’s name as he ducks out of your arms, his hand now pressing down on the small of your stomach, aligning himself with you again as he sits up fully. You rest your arms on your chest, trying to control your breathing as he enters at an excruciatingly slow pace, stopping ever so often to feel how you squeeze around him.

You rock your hips side to side in vain, the leg around him not able to pull him closer while he cusses under his breath. “You’re so tight Y/N,” You whimper for more only to feel disappointed when he pulls out entirely. A frustrated cry leaving you as you meet his eyes, a smirk playing on his face, “You want more?” You nod your head desperately. “Well don’t say I never listen to you.”

You scream, his entire cock slamming into you without hesitation, his hips refusing to give way, getting as deep as he can without ever giving an inch to breathe. His hand going over your mouth, “You’re going to alert everyone on the ship.”

The muffled noise of your scream delighting Ace before he slowly pulls out. You wrap your bound hands around his wrist to try and get his hand away, and when that doesn’t work you pool your spit on your tongue before licking him. “Is that how it is?” He asks, moving his hand so that two of his fingers are now in your mouth keeping it open.

He thrusts into you deeply again, the harsh pressure sending a wave of pleasure before he slowly retreats again. You tongue flicking at his fingers as you let out another scream. He takes the opportunity to grab the wet appendage between his thumb and finger, pulling it out of your mouth as you slack your jaw. Your dazed, fucked out face, being one of the causes of Ace’s moans before spits on your tongue.

You flinch slightly at the contact, trying to retract back into your mouth, he allows you just enough time before shoving his own tongue down your throat at the same time he sets a fast pace. Your legs hooking around him completely.

His hands grabbing your waist with a slight burn as he fucks you into the mattress, your hands rubbing against his chest. Soon enough he pulls aways, your noses rubbing against each other with each thrust, “Where do you want me to cum?”

You mind starts to short-circuit as you think of where he could paint his seed before you finally decide, “F-face.” He leans back with a smile and half-lidded eyes, nodding as he reaches down to rub your clit. Another wave of pleasure shivering through your body as a different type of moan escapes your lips.

It’s not long before you’re pulsing around his dick, your head pressed against the pillow as your entire body tenses up, praises of how good Ace feels escaping your lips. His pace not relenting after the fact, your body overwhelmed as you bring your wrists to your mouth, biting into the belt wrapped around them to try and quiet yourself, your knuckles turning white while your eyes roll into the back.

You finally let out a moan of relief when he pulls out of you, quickly ripping your arms away from his face while pumping his cock closer to your face. You barely have the sense to open your mouth, extending your tongue. Shots of white hitting your face, narrowly missing your eyes as some drips into your mouth. The hot, thick, liquid feeling like heaven as your eyes travel up to see your panting boyfriend above you.

You aren’t sure what’s going through his mind, but can’t help but feel excited with how he studies you, one of his hands going to rub the cum into your cheek, your head nuzzling into the touch while he smiles at the display.

~~~

         Ace is laying next to you, massaging the red marks on your wrists from where his belt was wound around. He was leaning against the headboard while you were sitting between his legs, your back cuddled into his chest, his head resting on top of your own. “Was this because I passed out last night?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair before breathing in deeply.

         You hum, leaning into his touch, “You didn’t even apologize.” The pout the plays on your face can be heard in your voice. Ace leans down to place a peck on your cheek.

         “So you tease me all day?” You mutter a you deserved it before turning your head to get a proper kiss.

[eczlipse]

ICE SKATING DATE - P.S.H

summary : after a while, your boyfriend finally agrees on bringing you to his old skating rink.

pairing : boyfriend!sunghoon x girly!femreader

genre : fluff, quality time with your boyfriend ++ established relationship.

warnings : nicknames (baby, hun, princess ++) .. kisses— lowercase intended.

wc : 1.5k

after months of begging, your boyfriend had finally decided to bring you over to his old skating rink. he had always declined before hand— not to be mean, more willingly because of your safety. eventually, since you wouldn’t stop nagging about it he gave in.

sunghoon failed to make it seem like he didn’t think it was a big deal— he’d gone overboard and bought you figure skates along with leggings and fuzzy socks. he was definitely more excited than you were internally.

- here, hun. these’ll keep you warm…

he hummed as he handed you your gift. you smiled up at him and put them on. the both of you got ready together and packed some things for your date. sunghoon made sure to pack any snacks you may have needed there as well as extra mittens. it had already been past 11pm, and the both of you weren’t tired at all.

you both began walking out of your shared apartment as sunghoon closed the door behind you, holding your needs. taking the elevator down, you couldn’t help but ask him a question.

- is anyone else gonna’ be there?

you smiled, he tugged onto your scarf, looking down at you and answered.

- no, just the two of us. i might’ve booked it for us only tonight—

at that you squealed into your boyfriends arms. he was perfect, he never missed to surprise you in anyway and he was so caring. this surprise just made you even more excited.

- oh my god! really? hoonie you’re perfect—

the elevator then opened letting you two out and walking to the car. he then placed your things in the backseat. then, opening your car door, letting you sit first followed by himself. you smiled at his act of service as he started the car.

the car ride was quiet, you had taken a small nap to gather more of your energy whilst your boyfriend did the hard work of driving in the dark. upon arrival, you couldn’t help but notice how huge the building had been. making you wonder how the rink would look. sunghoon guided you to the entrance, then brought you over to the changing room.

- uh— this is it , this is where i used to change all the time.

he recalled while placing your things down. he sat down next you and began tying up his skates.

- i can’t believe you’re really letting me see this, babe. this is all so interesting.

you hummed at him, staring at him for a moment then blankly at your skates. sunghoon then realized you were a rookie at this, you wouldn’t know how to tie on your skates properly—

- ahh, do you need help? i’ll help you.

he kneeled down to you and began putting the figure skates on your feet. untying and retying it tightly, he made sure they’d be tight enough to your liking. a smile lit up on your face as he looked up at you every now and then, verifying if you were comfortable. god, he was perfect.

- thank you, you really are the best!

you said softly. after a couple seconds, you attempted to stand up— you had almost fell, grabbing onto his tall figures jacket, you yelped.

- okay now, how am i supposed to make it to the rink babe.

you chuckled, still holding your grip on him. he couldn’t help but laugh at your behaviour a bit— you were so adorable to him, the way you acted, your beauty and especially that laugh of yours.

- how bout’— i carry you there, hm? that good enough for you, princess?

he cooed, as he bent over for a piggyback. you playfully hopped on and whispered him a little ‘thank you’ in his ear making him smile even more. you weren’t heavy to him, your small frame made it easier for him to touch you in any way physically as well as having fun with you.

as you both arrived to the ice, he set you down on the concrete slab infront of of the ice. he held your hand tightly before making any sudden movement.

- you ready ?

he smiled at you, grip tightening on your hand.

- i— um, yes okay. please guide me ?

you stuttered. at that he brought himself and your legs to the ice. you held onto his hand in order not to slip and fall. he glided around as you held the hem of his coat, forcing you to follow along. your body couldn’t let you move, you’d been to scared to even take a step— or at least glide on the ice.

your boyfriend skated infront of you and took out his hands, indicating you to hold on to both of them. you placed your hands in his as he slowly backed himself up, getting you to take ‘baby’ steps.

- try and follow my lead, slowly take some mini steps— okay?

he spoke softly, you nodded and began attempting to glide a bit. you held onto him tighter if you felt as if you would fumble or slip— as you slowly got used to the feeling of the ice, he let your hands go sending a wave of surprise through your body and a smile forming on his lips.

you attempted to keep going towards him, smiling between each step you took. he then pulled out his phone and took a couple cute pictures of you, you posed and laughed. sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh at you too, he glided in front of you and took your arm. you followed his lead because, obviously he was the professional.

- i think i’m getting better honestly.

you chuckled as you glided away with him almost slipping.

- hm’ yeah i think so too… sure—

- are you mocking me ?

you cocked your head,

- no’ you just aren’t a pro yet, babe.

he laughed to himself and at you.

- i’ll literally do a spin right now— let me go!

you skated away rolling your eyes.

- be careful—

before he could finish his sentence, you attempted to do a turn. you honestly had just shifted your body slowly in a 360, hands in a pirouette position. then you glided right back into his arms.

- are you proud of yourself?

- i think i did pretty good, if i say so myself.

you gave him a smug look after that ‘performance’ of yours. he laughed at himself and spoke again,

- i mean wow, you might actually be better than i thought. guess i have some competition now, hm?

you nodded at him confidently, crossing your arms.

- now you do something cool ! go, i wanna see you twirl.

you empathized on the ‘twirl’ as he brought himself away from you. your beautiful boyfriend then began spinning casually and into a sit spin. his skills shocked you, you gasped a hand covering your mouth. he slowed himself down and got back up next to you.

- that was, beautifully done oh my—

- told ya’

he winked playfully at you. sunghoon then cupped your face and leaned in, feeling your soft skin. your lips met, as the initial touch of our mouths sent a shiver down your spine. the kiss deepened, as he pulled you a little closer. your bodies pressed tightly against each other. the cold air outside being forgotten, as the warmth between you grew intense.

you shared this intimate moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but the sound of your heavy breaths and the occasional soft laughters.

- you’re perfect,

he said, you couldn’t help but blush at his words and cover your face. you slapped him playfully and hugged him.

- do you want to go home ? get some hot chocolate ?

he asked you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring at you very lovingly.

- mm’ sure. let’s stay a while though, i like this.

you smiled. after a while you both skat around and got tired as time passed by. you then mutually decided to go ahead and go back in the changing rooms to prepare yourselves to go back home.

- this was so fun, let’s do it again soon! please ?

you cheered while getting your boots back on.

- of course, anything for you.

he hummed, carrying all of your things as he opened the door for you.

you both made your way to the car and made a stop near a small coffee shop, luckily it was still opened.

- hey, can we please get two medium hot chocolates please ?

he asked, the cashier hummed and within a few minutes he gave you both your hot chocolates.

your boyfriend and you spent your time in the car rambling about his old skating buddies, life and more. you listened carefully to what he said and each detail. at some point, he eventually drove into the apartment's parking area and got out, opening the door for you. as you got home, you both took off your winter clothes and plopped yourselves on the sofa. you cuddled him, while trying to find a movie to watch to end the perfect night you had both spent together.

[lullxby]

can you write a frank zhang x reader where reader is a daughter of venus/aphrodite and super flirty (especially and specifically with him) and he's like totally in love with reader and is super obvious lol but thinks reader likes someone else because of how they are yk please

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ OBLIVIOUS (f.z.)

summary : in which two demigods pine over each other, wishing the other would realize.

w.c. : about .7k

a/n : i loved writing this, ty for the request hun!! enjoy!

wattpad: poet1cmystery

warning(s) : none!

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frank zhang was nothing if not oblivious. he saw your confident personality with others, and despite your constant flirting with him, made out to believe you liked someone else.

you could have anyone, he had told himself, why would you want him.

but there you were, sitting right next to him, your legs tossed over his thighs. he just thought you liked being his friend, nothing more

but how he wished it was something more.

he’d never admit it, he’d never express his love for you. he’d never tell you how he could never get mad at how, he’d never tell you how just your presence brought a smile to his face.

how much he smiled when someone mentioned your name.

he liked what you did now, how you were still all over him. if things would just be like this for the rest of his life, without any hint of a relationship, he’d be fine.

that’s what he told himself.

meanwhile, you thought he didn’t like you at all. despite how he’d let you have his seat if it was crowded, or would be the first to make sure you were okay if you looked upset, you thought he disliked you.

in your mind, you had been so painfully obvious about your feelings for him that the only logical reason he didn’t reciprocate it was because he secretly didn’t like you.

despite being openly flirty with him, you expected him to make the first move. so, you didn’t ask him out. plus, it’d be highly embarrassing if he rejected you. you weren’t one to get nervous like this about affairs of the heart, but you really liked him.

so here you were, sitting against a large tree at the camp, watching the sunset. you were curled up in his sweatshirt, the fabric hanging off of you.

he wouldn’t let you know how much he loved the sight of it.

you were deep in thought, too spaced out to notice his staring. if he didn’t like you, why would he give you his sweatshirt? he could just be being friendly, but you never saw him do that with any of his other friends.

you needed to speak up. if he rejected you, he rejected you. but if you didn’t talk to him about your feelings, you’d always be wondering what could have been.

“frank?” you called out softly, turning your body towards him.

he hummed in response, trying to act like he hadn’t just been staring into the depths of your soul. if he were a cartoon character, he’d have hearts in his eyes.

you hadn’t thought over your exact words, so you decided to just be blunt.

“i like you, like, as more than a friend,” you explained, watching his face closely for any sign of a reaction.

his mouth fell open slightly. he couldn’t believe what you had just said. there was no way you just…

“are you kidding?” he asked, his eyes wide.

you took that as rejection, your tone changing more into a slightly frustrated one. obviously you weren’t kidding. still, there were nicer ways to reject you. what happened to letting people down easy?

he noticed your mood change, and mentally slapped himself for how rude that sounded.

“no, no i-“ there was no use explaining. he didn’t know how to formulate the thought either.

so, the boy went against everything else he knew. he leaned forward, using one hand to cup your face, bringing you closer as he pressed his lips to yours.

the kiss was short, but it said all unsaid feelings. you pulled away a bit, a smile on your face, your cheeks heating up as if it were your first kiss again.

frank knew now was the time to speak his feelings. he couldn’t just kiss you to replace the question.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked sweetly, a smile on his face, mirroring your expression.

“i’d like that,” you responded, nodding.

you leaned forward again, pressing another kiss to his lips. you had waited so long to do this.

and there you two stayed the night, surprisingly not getting caught.

the sun disappeared behind you, barely of notice as the stars rose in the sky.

frank zhang taglist: lmk if you’d like to be added!

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[colesluvr]

Hiya idk if your request are still open but can I please request the ninja X male reader headcanons for the ninja being little spoons during cuddles

Cuddle Bugs | Ninja X Male Reader

HEYO ANON!! ty for this request, this was so cute! loved the idea. sorry they seem rushed and short, i'm not amazing with detail lmaoo. lloyd's is my favorite by far lol.

KAI ★

"Y/NNNNN~" Kai voice caught your attention. Poking your head up from your phone screen as you sat comfortably on your bed sheets, Kai entered your room.

He was bruised and his hair was a mess. Now you know he's out of it because he would never leave his hair a mess like that and walk around like he owned the place.

"Kai?" You smiled to your boyfriend as he followed the door slam shit. He leaned his forehead against the door and stood there for about 10 seconds. You smiled as you watched it all.

Suddenly he leaned back and made his way toward you, ever so slowly.

"Baby?" You called. He made a hum noise as he landed basically on top of you, causing you to let out a laugh as he got comfortable on you.

"You're warm~" He mummered into your chest, gripping your shirt and basically suffocating himself into your chest. You threw your head back and laughed.

"Long day?" You asked after seconds of silence. You could feel his head nod into your chest.

You wrapped your leg around his, trapping you both in a tangled cuddle. You kissed the top of his head gently as he relaxed in yout touch, soon falling asleep.

JAY ★

You didn't even get a warning, not even a tap on the shoulder. You were tackled to the bed in Jay's room while you were trying just grab one of comic's to give back to Lloyd, but nope, here you were pinned to Jay's bed with him hugging you like his life depended on it.

You screamed at the sudden tackle, but once you reached the bed you noticed Jay had his face buried into your neck.

Now you knew your boyfriend loved his daily dose o cuddles, I mean how could you not, he's on you everyday. However, he made this feel different somehow.

It looked like he just died on top of you, "Jay?" you questioned yur boyfriend who mummble something into your neck, tickling you a little.

You giggled at his response and bend your neck to the side to see if he'll move, but he only followed in suite.

"Jaahay!" You chuckled, his face tickling you still. You felt his lips give your neck a few kisses before he leaned up and looked down at you.

"Sorry, You just remind me so much like my pillow. I couldn't help myself but just make myself comfortable, cutie."

You rolled your eyes, "Sorry, but I'm not your kissing pillow."

"Shut up." He mumbled into your neck again, wrapping his legs around your wasit, clinging onto you like a koala.

"Cuddle Bug." You chuckled, closing your eyes noticing Jay fell asleep on you, again.

COLE ★

"Okay, Papa Bear, get off me, I gotta use the bathroom." This only reponsed with Cole squeezing you harder as he had you in a cuddle trap.

You playfully smack his back to see if that will get him to move, but, "Thahat feels good," You scoffed and laid back down in defeat. Cole had you in a position on the bed making him cuddle all up in your arms so you couldn't move unless he moved.

"Dude, I'm gonna pee my fucking pahants!" You laughed as you tried to push your boyfriend off, but to no avail.

"Not my problem."

"Well, Ill make it your problem by pissing all over the bed," Cole gave you a 'fuck you' look as he whined into your chest soon after and rolled off of you and back onto the matress.

You thanked the First Spintijzu Master as you got off the bed, "When you get back I excpet twice as more cuddles then I gave you."

"You'll just have to come and get me, Cuddle Bug." And you left to use the bathroom, not expecting a chase as soon as you came out.

ZANE ★

"Did you activate a switch causing you do this, hun?" You asked your Nindroid boyfriend who was cuddle against you comfortably. You had your arms wrapped around his neck as his legs were tangled with yours, both of your foreheads touching.

"I just really, really, missed you." Was his only reply as you chuckled.

"So, how was your day?" You asked, thinking to strike uo a conversation in order to keep it not so quiet.

"Horrible until I fell into your arms."

"Who the fuck taught you that? Was it Kai, I bet 10$ it ws Kai-"

"Y/N" Zane cuts you off by grabbing your cheek, "Just enjoy the moment. You and I both need this right now."

You felt your cheeks turn red as he rubbed your chest, causing you to somewhat relax.

You smiled softly, kissing the top of his head. "Sure thing, hun."

LLOYD ★

"You smell good," Lloyd said after a moment of silence. He was in your arms, refusing to ever let go, well, not at least for a good while. "Really? Like what?" You replied, stroking your boyfriend's hair. He thought for a moment,

"Butter."

"Butter?" You laughed at the random answer Lloyd had gave you. He nods into your chest. "Why butter? What, do I smell like cheese?"

"I just loove butter." Lloyd spoke quiety, tighting his grip around you like he was hanging off the edge of a cliff.

You laughed at Lloyds state, "Man, you sound drunk." You cupped his cheeks to look at you. His eyes were droppy like he was just falling asleep. You sniffed him and smiled, "You smell like butter," and stuck your tounge out at him.

Lloyd smiled, "I guess we both smell like cheese," and his head was back into your chest.

You laughed for a short while before hearing small snores escape Lloyd.

You went back to stroking his hair before falling asleep yourself.

[littledollll]

Hey...sorry it's me again, but since you write for wanda, can I maybe request something with a fem reader where there's a little bit of mindfuckery going on? Basically reader wakes up in some sort of new reality, in a bed made for two rather than one, blinds to let the sunlight in rather than curtains to keep everyone and everything out, but they don't really question it because it almost doesn't feel real? Kinda like a dream? And suddenly they have a girlfriend, Wanda, who dotes on them, snuggles them in bed, watches sitcoms with them, somehow knows all their skeletons in the closet (mind reading hehe) and lets them curl up on her chest and cry it out as she soothes them, makes them snacks, helps them do basic tasks when they're (super) depressed. Unbeknownst to reader, Wanda has actually torn apart the multiverse to be with them once again after having already lost them in another??? I'm sorry if this is way too much

-🧸 anon (loves you)

Mastermind

Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: im so behind on requests im trying believe me! Writing is getting hard :/ but! this was so fucking nice to write, yk that random motivation. when I tell u it just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing- I love love love Wanda, specially her being rly soft and lovey:( ty for your request hun.

Warnings: kinda manipulation? Hex pt.2, slightly suggestive if you squint, lots and lots of soft kisses, mentions of r struggling with anxiety and depressive episodes, lots of comfort, mostly narrated.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

A kiss. It was so soft. Intoxicatingly so. Her gentle hands cupping your face, the comforting weight of her straddling your lap made you feel grounded, and so safe. You whimpered when she parted from you, nuzzling into her chest while your arms wrapped around her. “My sweet little darling.. oh how I love you.” She whispered, her hands brushing your hair back and away from your face.

You didn’t know where this came from. Some day long ago you simply woke up and there she was. Wanda. You had a whole life with her. And somewhere between the fuzziness you remembered it all. How you met, everything from your first conversation to your first time. Your life before you got married, how you moved in together before then, and how your family disapproved of it. And god. That perfect wedding. The happiest day of your life, when it all finally came together for you, this was it. The stars aligned and have you this, gave you her.

In some part of your mind you didn’t know this woman, but at the same time you always had. You knew everything about her and she knew everything about you. Every little thing. You couldn’t bother to question it, if it was a dream then so be it, it was such a lovely dream, everything you could possibly ever want was right here. A beautiful and kind woman, with so much love and comfort to give. Wanda understood you, she allowed you to feel and cry but never alone, she was right here through it all. Allowing you to hide against her chest and pet your hair when you cried, telling you the most reassuring words, ensuring your comfort at all times.

It wasn’t a one time thing, you quickly noticed. Every day felt like a movie, every day she was the perfect woman, and she was yours. You’d watch tv together, listen to music and dance your hearts out.

Your favorite part was the cooking. Just like you were now. Both hands wrapped around her torso as you hugged her from behind, your girl, your wife. She let out an adorable giggle when you nuzzled into her neck and squeezed her tight.

“Are you planning an staying there the whole time darling or would you bother to help me out with our dinner.” She teased, her tone was scolding but so obviously not genuinely upset.

“m okay right here, my love.” Almost as if on queue the tv switched to play one of your favorite songs. You swayed with Wanda, holding her impossibly close and effectively preventing her from getting any actual cooking done which she was quick to scold you about yet again.

“If you want dinner you need to let me cook, dear.” You ignored her, sighing contently against her neck and closing your eyes. “Just gimme a minute to love on you, nothing wrong with giving my wife a little affection.” She let you. Her own arms coming to hug around yours, a bright smile painted on her face. She always looked so happy with you, even more so. It’s like all her energy recharged when you did little things like this, and the second you noticed you started doing it non-stop.

Wanda always gave you so much. She gave you her everything. The least you could do was give her these moments, ones where she took a deep breath and let her head lull to your shoulder, eyes blissfully closed and an always beautiful smile on her face. You loved this woman. Your beautiful Wanda.

“Let’s finish cooking mamá, I’ll help you.” You parted with a kiss. A sweet kiss like always, those kisses she’d giggle or smile into and give you a flirty little look, then go about her day like she didn’t know what she was doing to you. “Cut this up for me will you, darling?” You hummed and did a she asked, shaking your head to think about the now and not the events awaiting later tonight.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” Wanda smacked you with an oven mitt furrowing her brows at you. “Dirty dirty mind.” You chucked and looked back at her. “What! I didn’t say anything” she let out a drawn out, “mhmmm” before turning back to put some ingredients in the pan. “I just know what you’re thinking. Hurry it up I need those!” “Right right! I’m sorry!”

Wanda found it odd, that making this reality with you didn’t take so much of her power like others had before. Like your own mind was subconsciously giving into her without her trying to force it. When Wanda occasionally peaked into your mind to see if any dreams or memories about your old life haunted you there was nothing. When she searched for doubts about your life or any clue that you might be figuring things out she only saw the slight confusion of those moments there your mind briefly recalled having a life without or before her, but you didn’t dwell on them, in-fact you thought of them as your anxiety messing you up but never once did you doubt her. Like you subconsciously simply refused to believe there was ever a life without her.

It was perfect. She didn’t really trick you. She just treated you like she did you from her universe, gave you their memories and anything you could possibly need. And you seemed more than content with this life, with her. She was your perfect girl, and you were her darling little love. Both of you living the life of your dreams, together.

[setrija-nibelungenfangirl]

Day 12

Favorite scene/line

That’s a hard question since they are so many great and enjoyable scenes. I admit that I am very biased towards any scene featuring Hagen.

In enjoy the council scenes, in which king Gunther hears the council of his men to decide the next course of action: about Siegfried’s death (865–876), about Etzel’s courtship of Kriemhild (1202–1214) and about Kriemhild’s invitation (1457–1473). I enjoy the back and forth of arguments and how we get a little glimpse into everybody’s mindset. Aventiure 25 and its Hagen solo adventure is also great entertainment. And the whole drama unfolding at Etzel’s court is just peak literature.

Some of my top tier favourite scenes are definitely the dialogue scenes between Hagen and Kriemhild in aventiure 28 and 29 and their final scene in aventiure 39. Those scenes feel like rhetorical chess games – Hagen and Kriemhild using and abusing symbols and the conventions of courtly etiquette in order to provoke the other as well as Hagen twisting Kriemhild’s words to counter her provocations and to humiliate her. It’s amazing what of a silver tongue he has, and I absolutely love the defiance he demonstrates in these scenes. Finally, their last scene together in aventiure 39 is an amazing climax for this tragic and dark story with very strong imagery.

I analyzed Hagen and Kriemhild’s dialogue scenes in aventiure 28 and 29 for a term paper some years ago. That’s probably also a big reason why I’ve come to like them so much.

For anybody who might be interested, I included an English translation of my analyses under the cut (very long text post incoming):

At the court of the Huns, Hagen and Kriemhild openly demonstrate their enmity towards each other. They provoke each other, break courtly conventions and both pursue the goal to trigger an irreversible conflict between the Burgundians and the Huns (Weydt 1980, p. 100).

Arrival of the Burgundians at the court of the Huns – 1st dialogue between Hagen and Kriemhild (1737–1749)

When the Burgundians arrive at the court of the Huns, Kriemhild already provokes them by her greeting: by kissing only Giselher (1737,1–3), she distinguishes between friend and foe among the Burgundians and turns the otherwise peacemaking effect of the greeting into one of aggression (Müller 1998, p. 377).

Hagen responds by tying his helmet tightly (1737,4) – a gesture, that shows Kriemhild, that he sees through her hostile intentions, and which demonstrates to her and the Burgundians his willingness to fight (Heinzle 2021, pp. 1393–1394; Botschan 2009, p. 67). By publicly criticizing Kriemhild's greeting (1738), he once again verbally draws the Burgundians' attention to the threat posed by Kriemhild (Weydt 1980, p. 103).

Kriemhild again provokes Hagen – now directly – when she explicitly excludes him from her welcome greeting and her friendship (1739,1–2) and by her implicit question (1739,3–4) she publicly addresses the yet unpunished robbery of the Nibelung hoard by Hagen (Weydt 1980, p. 103).

Hagen in turn exposes Kriemhild with his ironic reply (1740), by twisting Kriemhild's words and playing the ignorant: he deliberately understands Kriemhild's question literally and pretends that she is dependent on gifts from her guests and, as queen, wants to receive gifts from someone of a lower rank which would be a special honour for him. On the surface Hagen remains on the level of courtly convention, but at the same time subverts it by using non-actual speech to hurtfully offend and provoke his dialogue partner (Müller 1998, p. 416; Botschan 2009, p. 67).

By feigning ignorance, he forces Kriemhild to ask directly about the hoard (1741,2) (Müller 1998, p. 416). She thus publicly confronts Hagen with his guilt: the theft of the Nibelung hoard.

After the explicit demand for the hoard, Hagen also leaves the level of non-actual speech (1742). In his reply, he presents the sinking of the hoard as the will of his kings (1742,3) – he justifies the sinking of the hoard on the basis of his vassalage duties and distances himself from a sole apportionment of blame (Weydt 1980, p. 104; Botschan 2009, p. 67). Kriemhild then laments once again the injustice done to her and her resulting grief (1743,3–4) and emphasises Hagen's unwillingness to make amends (1743,1–2).

Hagen responds to Kriemhild's complaint with scorn and aggression, for he openly insults her: ‘Jâ bringe ich iu den tiuvel’ (1744,1). He again deliberately misunderstands Kriemhild's words and presents the return of the stolen hoard as a problem of transportation (Müller 1998, p. 417). Thus he leads into a list of the armour and weapons that he had to carry instead of the hoard (1744,2–4). The list of weapons is a renewed signal of his readiness to fight and his knowledge of an inevitable violent confrontation at the court of the Huns as well as a simultaneous threat (Armstrong 1979, p. 160; Botschan 2009, p. 68).

Kriemhild responds to Hagen's cue. She breaks off the argument with Hagen in order to demand that her guests surrender their weapons (1745,2–3). Hagen uses Kriemhild's demand for weapons to publicly express his mistrust once again (Weydt 1980, p. 105). With scorn and aggression, which he again disguises as politeness, he rejects Kriemhild's demand (1745,4–1746). Once again, he reduces Kriemhild's words to their literal meaning (1745,3: that one should give [ûf geben] her the weapons directly into her hands), whereby Kriemhild's proposed gesture is exaggerated in its politeness. Again, he reinterprets Kriemhild's words as a supposedly special honour for him (1746,1). As a supposedly well-mannered knight, he refuses to hand over his weapons, referring to the difference in rank between him and Queen Kriemhild (1746,3–4) (it would be too much of an honour for a knight like him, if a queen like Kriemhild carried his weapons away with her own hands) (Müller 1998, p. 417; Botschan 2009, p. 67).

Kriemhild interprets Hagen's words as a threat and complains that the Burgundians have been warned (1747). With her words, she turns away from Hagen as an interlocutor and ends the first dialogue between the two. When she leaves the scene of the conversation (1749) in shame after Dietrich's rebuke (1748), she walks away from the dialogue as the loser.

Confrontation in front of Kriemhild's hall – 2nd dialogue between Hagen and Kriemhild (1760–1799)

In Aventiure 29, Hagen and Kriemhild have the opportunity to settle their conflict freely in the absence of their respective personal organisations. After the first argument in Aventiure 28, the conflict between the two is intensified once again (Botschan 2009, p. 76).

The renewed conflict begins when Hagen, together with Volker, gets away from the rest of the Burgundians to sit provocatively on a bench opposite one of Kriemhild's halls (1760–1761). Hagen and Volker are referred to as ‘übermüeten helde’ (1762,2), by which is meant either their audacity as warriors or Hagen's presumptuous attitude (Botschan 2009, p. 73).

The sight of Hagen reminds Kriemhild of her suffering and makes her weep (1763,1). She responds to Hagen's provocation, mobilises her Hunnish retinue (1763–1765), openly calls for the murder of Hagen (1765,4) and goes to Hagen with the sign of her royal rule (= her crown) (1770,4). This makes Hagen's subsequent provocations towards Kriemhild even greater, since she appears before him as a representative of the Hunnish court (Heinzle 2021, p. 1399). She publicly wants to uncover Hagen's guilt for Siegfried's death and have his wrongdoing punished (1771) (Müller 1998, p. 291).

Hagen speaks ‘in zornes muote’ (1776,1) [= in anger] when Volker addresses him about the armed Huns (1773–1775) – probably a reaction to Kriemhild's murder plan and violation of rights or a heroic affect in view of an impending battle (Botschan 2009, p. 74; Müller 1998, p. 208).

When Kriemhild approaches the two men, Hagen rejects the courtly norm (1781–1782), which is represented in the scene by Volker (1780), by not standing up in front of the queen and thus not honouring her – a serious insult (Müller 1998, p. 420; Botschan 2009, p. 75). His refusal to honour her reflects Kriemhild's provocative greeting (1737) in their first conversation (Holzhauer 1997, p. 133) and continues the chain of provocations between the two. As already after Siegfried's death (1001,4), Hagen expresses his disdain for Kriemhild (1782,4). He does not honour her status with the reason that she is ‘gehaz’ (1782,2) towards him [= she hates him / sees him as her enemy], and he no longer sees her as part of his own personal association, but only as the wife of Etzel (1782,4) (Botschan 2009, p. 75).

Hagen adds another provocative gesture to his first when he demonstratively places the sword Balmung over his legs (1783,1–3) in order to hurt Kriemhild (1784,4). He is labelled with the attribute ‘übermüete’ (1783,1) while doing so. Übermüete here probably refers to Hagen's self-assured pride and his martial audacity, which forbid him to deny his deed – just as Kriemhild had predicted before the confrontation (1771,3: ‘ich weiz in sô übermüeten, daz er mir lougent niht’). Another appropriate translation would be to interpret übermüete in the sense of presumptuousness, arrogance in view of Hagen's serious provocation (Heinzle 2021, p. 1401). The showing of the sword anticipates Hagen's verbal confession of murder and is at the same time a gesture of threat.

Kriemhild begins the conversation with a vîentlîchen gruoz (1786,4) [= hostile greeting]. She challenges Hagen with her question (1787,1–3) and insultingly presents him as an uninvited guest (1787,1). Hagen initially does not respond to the provocation, instead he responds in the spirit of his role as a serving vassal and remains on the level of the seemingly polite (1788) (Armstrong 1979, p. 161; Weydt 1980, p. 108).

Kriemhild then confronts Hagen directly with the accusation of murder (1789,3). Hagen openly confesses to the murder of Siegfried (1790,2) and gives as his reason ‘daz diu schoene Kriemhilt die vroun Brünhilden schalt’ (1790,4) [= that the beautiful Kriemhild reviled lady Brunhild]. He thus presents Siegfried's murder as a consequence of Kriemhild's actions and Kriemhild as partly responsible for Siegfried's death (Weydt 1980, p. 108). His previously gestural confession of murder is now confirmed verbally. The directness of Hagen's confession of murder represents a break with courtly norms, a mockery of the courtly code (Müller 1998, p. 420), and once again explicitly demonstrates Hagen's lack of remorse for his offence.

Hagen continues to provoke. He presents himself as the sole culprit (1791,1–2) and thus plays into Kriemhild's view, who focusses her desire for revenge on Hagen as the main culprit. With his words ‘nû rech ez, swer der welle’ (1791,3), he challenges a conflict of arms. It is also an expression of his pride and audacity when he presents himself as a warrior who is not afraid of the consequences of his actions.

After Hagen's confession, Kriemhild again calls on her men to take revenge on him (1792,1–3). However, the Huns do not dare to attack the two Burgundians (1793–1799,1), so that Kriemhild and her men have to retreat unsuccessfully (1799,2–4). Once again, Kriemhild emerges as the loser from the dialogue.

Literature referenced:

• Armstrong, Marianne Wahl: Rolle und Charakter. Studien zur Menschendarstellung im Nibelungenlied (Göppinger Arbeiten zur Germanistik 221), Göppingen 1979.

• Botschan, Marcus: Der eigenmächtige Vasall: Typisierung und Individualisierung der Figur Hagen von Tronje im „Nibelungenlied“, Saarbrücken 2009.

• Heinzle, Joachim: Stellenkommentar, in: Das Nibelungenlied und Die Klage. Nach der Handschrift 857 der Stiftsbibliothek St. Gallen. Mittelhochdeutscher Text, Übersetzung und Kommentar, hg. von Joachim Heinzle (Deutscher Klassiker Verlag 51), 2. Aufl., Berlin 2021.

• Weydt, Harald: Streitsuche im Nibelungenlied: Die Kooperation der Feinde. Eine konversationsanalytische Studie, in: Literatur und Konversation. Sprachsoziologie und Pragmatik in der Literaturwissenschaft, Wiesbaden 1980, pp. 95–114.

• Holzhauer, Antje: Rache und Fehde in der mittelhochdeutschen Literatur des 12. und 13. Jahrhunderts (Göppinger Arbeiten zur Germanistik 639), Göppingen 1997.

• Wynn, Marianne: Hagen’s Defiance of Kriemhilt (Mediaeval German Studies), London 1965 [probably available on jstor.org]

• Müller, Jan-Dirk: Spielregeln für den Untergang. Die Welt des Nibelungenliedes, Tübingen 1998. [engl. translation of the book: Müller, Jan-Dirk. Whobrey, William T., trans.. Rules for the Endgame: The World of the Nibelungenlied. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2007.]

[augustrambles]

Could you do a platonic main four and male reader? Probably trying to convince you to join a scheme of theres when you’re hesitant to leave the house, even though you want to participate

a/n: ty 4 requesting!! woohoo male reader❗

male!reader x main four

warnings: underage drinking and use of drugs, smoking, he/him prns

currently, [name] was on videocall with his friends.

"i dont know about this, y'all know how bebe's parties are, you guys are probably going to end up wasted."

"c'mon [name], dont be a pussy like cartman is!"

"fuck you stupid jew!"

"mfm mphrhm hmprh mphr"

"well yeah, but what if i get caught?"

"[name], you are not going to get caught, fucks sake! we've done this more than once so stop being such a pussy, man up, and go with us, UNLESS you wanna be a loser."

"fuck you cartman, but fine ill go then"

"woohoo!"

"we can have a, quote on quote, sleepover at my place so your parents think you're at my house."

"yeah, that'll work"

"kay, talk to yall later."

the videocall ended and [name] placed his phone on the night desk. he was slightly worried about getting caught, but he decided to ignore the feeling.

"hey mom, i'm going to stay over at stan's house tonight, ok?" he said to his mother as she nodded. "alright hun! make sure to come back at nine tomorrow!" she yelled back as he let out a "mhm"

he left the house and began walking, scrolling on his phone. him and stan were sort of close, not neighbours, but on the same street, so it wasn't a long walk.

knock, the sound of one was heard. he waited for a few seconds until he was greeted by stanley. "hey man!" stan said, fistbumping [name]. "kyle's already here, kenny and cartman are on their way." he informed

"alright, that's fine." [name] said, he walked to kyle as they started a conversation, stan joining in aswell. it was around 8pm. "question, when's the party starting?" [name] asked

"i think at 9, cartman and kenny better hurry their asses." kyle replied, resulting laughs from the other two boys due to his remark. at that moment, a knock was heard. "i'll get it." stan reassured

he walked up and it was cartman and kenny, they came to the house together. "speak of the devil" kyle said as he and [name] walked up the door. the 5 boys now left stan's house walking to where the party was being held at, bebe's house

they made conversation, about diverse topics such as school drama, celebrities, and the small fight between cartman and kyle here and there. the usual, basically.

"hey, we're here" kenny said, pointing to the house who you could literally hear music blasting. it was quite obvious there was a party there. the boys went up the door, kyle knocking. it was opened by a half drunk bebe.

"hheeeyy.. weelccome! ccome inn." she said, obviously dozing off of whatever type of alcohol she was drinking. cartman and kyle went first, then kenny, then [name] and stan.

the party was absolutely wild, there was strong smells of alcohol, smoke and drugs. [name] went up to clyde and craig, seperating from the group. craig seemed to be drunk, but clyde was wasted. "dude!! you're here, hey!" clyde said, before being dragged away by some girls playing truth or dare.

[name] looked at craig. "i didnt know you drink" he said to him, craig shrugged. "i dont, im just drinking today for fun." he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "wheres tweek? didnt he come?" [name] asked.

"he did, but he got too shaky because of all the noise and left. i wanted to acompany him home, but then he said something along the lines 'no, i want you to have fun' so here i am."

"i dont think you were supposed to take that literally, but alright"

[name] then walked away from craig, going to his previous group of friends. stan and kenny were both drinking, not drunk, since they barely had a few sips, but i dont think it'll stay like that until the end of the night. cartman was eating chips, which nobody else was eating. kyle was just there, not drinking or eating, just there, probably finding something to do.

"hey dude, you want a sip?" stan offered, [name] seemed to be hesitant at first but nodded. stan gave him a can of beer, it tasted.. good? surprisingly.

the night passed and not much changed.

except that [name] was fucking drunk as hell.

"[name], a-are you sure you dont want water?" butters asked, clearly being concerned for the man's health being. "naaahh, im okayy, thfank you" he said, body almost falling over. he was walking towards kyle and stan, wanting to join the karaoke, but then he bumped into a familiar girl,

wendy testaburger.

they bumped into eachother, "ew. you fucking smell like a skunk" she said as the room went quiet for the first time that night. "well fuck you, you smell like a wet dog at gym every day but you dont see me saying shit. keep it to yourself" [name] responded, clearly offended.

"pfft- i know YOU arent talking. you smell like you pissed yourself since first grade" she remarked, getting a few ooh's by the crowd. "that may be the case, but at least people like me. wasnt your ex so tired of you he used chat gpt to talk to you? lmaoo"

stan looked to the wall, trying to stuff in his laugh as kyle was giggling for everyone to hear, with the others. "BAHAHAHHAHA" was cartman's loud ass laugh, of course, there was also laughs across the room.

"oh fuck you" she said, heading towards him. she had a grin on her face. "cmon wendy, you know im joking" he said, laughing. "yea yea, go ahead drink some more you whore" she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way as [name] followed her.

they always had very offensive fights like the one that just happened right now, but they always giggled or laughed it off. seems like a toxic relationship, but hey, this is south park, what ISNT toxic..

stan walked to [name] who had just left wendy with bebe, "dude you're gonna get in trouble if you continue fighting like that with wendy" he said, the two boys walking over to their group of friends. "hey, calm down, me and wendy are super close, doubt she would beat me up like she did to someone in here.. cough cough cartman cough." [name] said, receiving a giggle from kenny, stan and kyle and a deathstare by cartman. "shut up (insert insult)"

"alright man, just warnin you." stan said, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. [name] went to serve himself another cup of his drink, leaving the others alone.

"hey kyle, what hour is it?" kenny looked at kyle, who was on his phone. kyle was mostly on his phone at that party, mostly there because of his friends. "its 11:43" he said, replying to kenny. kenny simply nodded, "its early" he said.

stan called kenny, "hey dude, isnt that one of the girls you slept with??" he pointed to a white girl with pink highlights. "oh shit, it is, imma be right back yall" he said, going to the girl without looking back. "hes defintely not gonna be right back.." cartman rolled his eyes, continuing to eat.

"where the hell did [name] go" kyle asked and stan responding with "he went to get a drink, pretty sure" he looked into the kitchen, not seeing anyone there. "yeah, but he isnt at the bar or the kitchen" kyle noted

"maybe if we're lucky he got kidnapped" "oh shut up fatass" kyle punched cartman on the arm. "hey! dont tell me to shut up you stupid jew" he 'hmph'-ed at the jew

"ehh, hes probably coming back soon anyway" stan said, deciding not to worry about it. "yo kyle, you wanna go karaoke again? theyre making a competition now" stan asked kyle and he nodded, putting his phone in his pocket. "hope you lose" cartman said.

. . .

"its 3:40, we should probably get going now" kyle said, as the party was already more empty than before and less chaotic, plus [name] had arrived, and they were all now waiting for kenny. "yeah, but i am NOT carrying nobody, ok?" cartman said, giving an side eye to a drunken passed out stan next to him.

"not like your fatass could anyway" kyle rolled his eyes. "oh shut the fuck up" cartman said. at that moment, kenny had arrived, zipping back his parka, and covering his head. "dude, i love girls"

kenny said, an insipirational moment. "wow, i wouldve never guessed." [name] said, rolling his eyes. "but we should for real get going now, i'll carry stan." he said. "no, its fine, ill carry him" kyle said, already picking the passed out boy already. [name] shrugged with a 'if-you-say-so' look on his face

they all started to walk back to stan's house, kenny mentioning how good that sex was, [name] talking about how they met someone there who gave them a bit of smoke, cartman complimenting the food and karaoke.

"dude, you cant say the n word in karaoke.." [name] said, looking at cartman seriously. "oh cmon, it was a song, i didnt mean it in that way."

"cartman, you were singing call me maybe."

. . . ( that was a reference btw )

stan was lying in his bed, still passed out, as the other boys were currently lying in their sleeping bed. "goodnight yall" [name] said as the others whispered goodnight aswell.

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Black Widow Fest - Day Six

Stay Alive.

Warnings: broken bones and car chases, swearing?

Word Count: 2047

Pairing: Clint/Nat

@broken--bow asked - and I should have replied to the ask box rather than making a post, but we’ve come too far now - for a fic where (as in the hunger games with Peeta and Katniss) a simple thing is asked, to stay alive, even though it turns out to be one of the harder things to do. Ty for sending in solid asks, my friend, they are ⭐️.

“How is this the first time you’ve ever broken your collar bone?”

Clint shrugs, regrets it and pouts.

“Do broken collarbones always need surgery?” Natasha asks the doctor.

The doctor looks to her clipboard and then back to Clint.

“No, not always, but if you leave these things for a week and keep…”

She looks back down and quirks her eyebrows

“Keep shooting arrows and guns?”

Clint smiles, easily.

Natasha stands in front of him, knowing his fake smile hides the worry of questions he won’t ask.

“He’ll be able to shoot again, right? No problem?”

He peeks out from behind her to watch the doctor nod.

“Yes, of course, but he needs to let this heal, 4 weeks in a sling. And physiotherapy - the you need to follow - otherwise, you’ll always have pain and it will always not feel straight.”

Natasha smirks, sharing a look with Clint.

“Guess I won’t be coming with you then,” he says, holding her hand with his good one.

“Surgery is scheduled for around 1.30pm, don’t have any more to eat or drink.”

She turns to Natasha, “you’ll be here to pick him up?”

Natasha’s face turns sour.

“Uh, no actually. Maria will be here, um a friend. I’ll leave my number and her number here though, in case you need anything, or if he’s not being cooperative.”

“Hey,” Clint pipes up, “drugged me is delightful.”

The doctor puts her clipboard away, and nods.

“I’m sure Mr Barton. No food, no drink until we come and get you. Ms Romanoff, you can stay until he goes in if you want.”

Natasha nods, sighing softly as she sits down next to him

“You’ll be okay here without me?” she asks, guilt on her face.

“Of course,” he tells her, “it’s a simple operation, no gunshot wounds, no knife wounds, no complex broken bones or head injury. It’s easy in and out.”

Natasha smirks again, “that’s what she said.”

Clint laughs and winces.

“Where are they sending you?” he asks, knowing she’s now going alone.

“Vladivostok.”

“You’re not.”

His stomach drops.

“Nat, you’re going into Russia, alone?”

She swallows and nods with a small smile. More of a grimace, he thinks.

He wants nothing more than to talk this through with her, tell her not to go, and hug her tight.

“I’m the only one that knows the dialect.”

He hates this.

He also hates that if he hadn’t asked, she wouldn’t have said anything, not complained, just gone.. Whilst he was under and couldn’t do anything.

He still can’t. He’s going into surgery, and she’s going to Russia alone.

The laughter from seconds ago is now abject fear for her.

The small peninsula town.

Anyone could spot her.

Know her.

Take her.

“It’s only for a day, not even. More like hours. In and out,” she tries.

He tries too.

“That’s what she said.”

Except this time, they both don’t laugh.

He moves over in the single bed and motions for her to sit.

Hesitating slightly, she crawls next to him.

Using his good arm he encircles her and kisses the top of her head.

“You’ll be okay?” he whispers.

The nurse comes in and cocks her head at the way they’re curled.

“I need to put the drip in, Mr Barton,” she tells him.

Natasha starts to move away, the nurse stops her, tells her to stay.

“I can move around you, don’t move, hun.”

Clint looks away as his vein is pierced.

“All done,” she says, moving away.

“They’ll be back in fifteen minutes to take you up, okay?”

She turns to Natasha, “you can stay in the waiting room, but it may be a while.”

Natasha looks at her watch.

“No, it’s okay I need to leave soon anyway.”

The nurse nods and leaves the room.

He continues to hold her, bring her head down so that it’s touching his.

“I have to go,” she sighs, not moving a muscle.

“When exactly will you be home?”

“Tuesday 11.20pm, the flight should land.”

She really is counting down the time.

“Stay Alive,” Clint tells her, looking at her directly in the eyes.

Slowly she manoeuvres her body out, kisses him softly and breathes him in.

“Maria will be here when you wake up, and I’ll be fine, I promise.”

He growls, the sound low and guttural.

“Promise me again.”

“I promise.”

One last kiss and she finally stands.

“Stay alive, Natasha,” his voice commanding.

Head butting him again, and one last peck, she waves off his worry and leaves the hospital room as the nurse returns.

She says something to the nurse that he can’t hear but he lays back in his worry and prays the next two days go quickly.

.

Vladivostok is not what she expected, or remembered.

Slightly removed from the mainland, Natasha sighs and pushes down the apprehension.

The last time she was here, she has visited a widow and his daughter, made them give her information. It had been a pleasant trip, ending with some candy.

The hire car is slow, white and generic and the gps guides her to the meet with the man Fury had deemed worthy of her time.

Clint would be out of surgery now, she hopes anyway. She wants to message Maria and make sure they’re all okay, but her cloned phone doesn’t have the level of security and her own phone is in the locker at the airport.

She was now Rosa Tuttle for all intents and purposes, and so she acted as such.

Blonde wig.

Long nails.

Make up to change the structure of her face.

She was not Natasha Romanoff.

And she was not worried about her partner.

The café is a small hole in the wall.

Posters line the walls, maybe to cover some holes, the corners peeling and old. The old woman approaches her, scarf covering her hair as she shuffled around.

Natasha orders the strongest coffee she can think and the woman nods with a gentle smile.

She faces the door, eyes on the two exits and waits.

The man that enters afterwards is dishevelled; her mark clearly.

“Hello,” she smiles.

He hands her an envelope and looks around in vigilance.

Natasha has seen this before, the skittishness of man who is too stupid to follow the basic instructions. They think they’re smarter and can be better at basic espionage than the people they’re informing on.

“You didn’t follow the rules, did you Igor?”

He looks behind him, and the car he’s parked haphazardly out the front.

“It’s fine. We do this quickly. This is the information. Where is my money?”

Natasha shakes her head.

“No, it is not fine. You think you weren’t being watched? That the Komutet Gosudarstvennoi Bezopasnosti, don’t have eyes everywhere, even here in Vladivostok?”

He looks guilty, shocked and scared, and knows she’s right. Especially when a large black car pulls up next to his blue one.

Natasha sighs heavily, looks to the back exit and pushes him towards it.

She apologizes to the woman and tells her to tell them which way they’ve gone. She doesn’t want the elderly woman’s blood on her hands.

Natasha’s car is old, but the fact that everyone here has a similar one, she’s confident of losing the tail they’ll surely have.

“Get in.”

The words are said harshly as he moves slowly, fear locking him up and making him move slow.

He does eventually and she drives away carefully.

The KGB knows though.

She sometimes forgets how much autocracy it is here, and how closely the citizens are watched.

“Igor. How long have they been watching you for?”

“They aren’t. They’re not, they..” he stutters, looking back around at the cars that surround him.

There’s two options Natasha can think of.

Run and hide.

Fight.

Neither are good options.

If they hide, she’s not making her flight.

Not going home to Clint and spending another day in a country she feels least safe in.

Fight.

Well there’s an option that she’s not getting out alive if she does that.

“Igor, you’re not helping yourself.”

The first shot ricochets off the car, and Natasha’s mind is made up.

Fight it is.

Calling quickly off the sat com phone, she puts the distress through, finding Fury on the other end.

Whilst not strange in itself, she knows there are others who could be on the night phone for this.

“Ah, we are coming in hot, the idiot didn’t follow procedures, and we have the KGB on our tail. Any exit plan?”

Fury’s silent and considering as she hears him typing and then..

“There’s a boat, the contact will meet you in 15 minutes if you can get there.”

Natasha looks down and nods.

“Affirmative, we’ll be there.”

Igor looks terrified.

There’s cars around them and although there’s still bullets flying, Natasha’s mind is clear.

“What did he say?” Igor asks.

She ignores him.

The side street she turns down is narrow enough that only one car can follow and she tells Igor to get ready to move.

He doesn’t need to, the car is hit on the side at full speed and it flips into the nearby building. Natasha is held by her seatbelt, but Igor, who never wore his, is thrown out of the car through the windshield.

Natasha assumes he’s dead on impact, not moving, his body brokenly laying on the asphalt.

She has bigger issues.

Held by a seatbelt that didn’t release, upside down and a dripping blood nose, she works at wiggling out.

Clint’s voice echoes in her head.

Her knife finally cuts through the seatbelt and she’s dumped upside down onto the ceiling of the car.

Pain pulses through the her left arm.

Ignoring it, she crawls out, grabbing the files she came for.

She needs to disappear, get out of here and get to the rendezvous point in less than ten minutes.

Natasha wipes her face.

Her wig now askew.

If she takes it off, there’s a greater chance of being recognised for who she is.

If she doesn’t, they’ll find her quick.

If only she had time to go back to the airport.

Natasha rolls her eyes, remembering. Her phone and her jacket.

Fuck.

Wiping the blood from her nose, she hopes Fury can send someone for them.

She hates starting a new phone again. In reality she shouldn’t have taken it but she was worried about Clint being in surgery. It feels stupid now. It was just resetting the bone.

Deciding on removing the wig and tying her hair up, she changes her appearance quickly.

Her arm hurts.

Quickly checking, she finds the quickest way to the port, and moves.

7 minutes.

At 3 minutes she finds the boat.

At two minutes, she’s on the boat.

And as time is up, they’re moving out of the port and she’s in the cabin, with the captain by the name of Ned steering her away.

.

“Broken collarbone? You’re kidding me.”

Clint laughs, arm in a sling.

“She what?”

The doctor points to the break and tells them again.

“When you landed, you must have landed on your shoulder because it looks like it’s a kind of green stick fracture. Unlike his, which needed surgery, it’s likely yours will just heal with immobilization and a sling.”

Clint laughs again, gleefully.

“Matching slings!”

Natasha rolls her eyes.

“How long am I benched for?”

The doctor looks to Clint, and then back to Natasha.

“You’ll probably be going back at the same time.”

“Six weeks?!” Natasha exclaims incredulously.

The doctor nods.

“If you both immobilize it, do the rehab and take care of it.”

Clint smiles.

“Don’t worry, Doc. She has a good right hand and I have a good left one. We’ll be a good team.”

The doctor remains straight faced, then can’t hide her smile as Clint helps Natasha back up.

She sets Natasha up with a sling and teaches her how to strap it.

Watching the two spies leave, the doctor watches as Clint readjusts their positions so he can half hug her.

Even though she hopes to never see them, she knows it’s likely they’ll be back before she knows it.

.

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi please, could you right some sweet hurt/comfort about reader comforting kit walker? ty :)

warning: language, excessive gooey lovey dovey bullshit if that’s your thing, angst

note: this got sappy as shit in the end idc tho its cute

You hate walking home alone. You hate the way you jump at each unsettling noise you hear on the journey. The wind picking up leaves to scrape them along the sidewalk, some reptilian entity rustling around in a bush. It frightens you more than you like to admit to anyone, especially a smug Kit, who ‘insists’ on walking you home everyday, as if you wouldn’t beg him to otherwise.

The walk is brief, but its cold, and on a night like this, when Kit got caught up at work for a few extra hours after sundown, lonely. It was fine. He called you on the payphone at the shop, his euphonic drawl with an added rasp from the last cigarette in his pack smoked. You thought it was your lucky day, getting a call from the love of your life in the middle of a crappy workday, but less so when he revealed you would have to walk by yourself.

You can handle yourself fine, and you did, all the way home in the cold, in the dark, the middle of the night, and other downsides to the situation you’d have to remember to give Kit shit about when he got home. 

The night air swirls around you in a big gust of bone chilling wind, wracking through your body, blowing the skirt of your waitress uniform. You work 6 to noon on weekdays but 4 to 10 on weekends for the dinner rush at your local seedy diner. Sometimes Kit comes in before he heads in to work, half for a barely palatable cup of coffee, half so he can sit at the counter on a stiff stool and stare at you for 30 minutes.

He seemed so worn, so spent over the phone that you were under the impression he had a long stretch of work ahead of him before he could clock out, so you’re a bit confused when you see his truck in the driveway and the lights on in the living room through the window. 

Your key turns in the lock and you peel the open, hinges squeaking eerily like a scene from a bad horror movie. That damn door, you’d fix it had you obtained the ability to do so. That was more Kit’s area of expertise, but he’s been so busy lately, you didn’t want to stress him further.

He’s there, reclined in his favorite chair, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he must of had the time to run to the store and buy another pack, and television turned on to some kitschy old movie.

“Babe?” You ask, and he’s jolting awake from a light slumber, sullen eyes fixing on you, looking like a man much older than 25. He’s so often like this, so worried or stressed over things he looks years older than he is.

He scans you up and down, admiring for just a moment before panic sets into his face. “Shit, did you have to walk?”

“Yeah, it’s alright, I didn’t bring you dinner though. Why are you off so early? Thought you said you’d be late,” your last words are posed as a question, though you mean to be a simple statement, as that is what he told you. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, sweetie, boss had some personal emergency, everyone got let off early cuz he didn’t want the trouble of us unmanaged, I must have fell asleep,” he follows you into the kitchen where you hang your purse on a dining chair. You trifle through the bag, trying to find your wallet, but to no avail, it’s not in there.

“It’s fine, hun, um, I think I dropped my wallet outside, I’m gonna go grab it, but lay down, go back to sleep. You’re so stressed lately, you deserve some good rest.”

He looks a bit unconvinced that you’re not upset with him in any way but if there’s one thing he can agree on, it’s that sleep sounds magnificent for him right now, especially now knowing you’re home safe with him.

As you open the mahogany slab of wood that opens to the outside world, you can’t help but cringe a bit at the loud creaking noise, but one glance back at a relaxed Kit in his chair again stops you from saying anything to him. It’s almost like a chain reaction, the two of you. Kit works so much, causing him stress, which makes you worry about him like a concerned mother rather than a troubled girlfriend, and then you’re both running around like chickens without heads because of it.

You hug your thick jacket tighter around your body, well, Kit’s thick jacket, as the unforgiving night air welcomes you back in to the cold like a menacing embrace. One quick glance around, and you find your wallet right on the doorstep, it must have fallen to the ground when you were searching for your keys. 

You chuckle at your mindless stupidity, and open the door quickly to escape the frigid temperature and there it is again, that goddamn squeak. It almost seems louder once you realize how fucking annoying it is. You’ve had enough of this.

Slamming it shut behind you, “this isn’t gonna work, Kit.” 

Your back is turned to him, but his is turned to you as well, so you don’t notice the way he jumps then freezes in his chair, eyes wide in panic, and he doesn’t notice how you’re regarding the door rather than him. 

“What?” Still, not turning around, as if he can make you change your mind as long as he doesn’t look at you, like he can make you stop.

“Look, I mean, I didn’t want to say anything yet because of work and the stress, I know it’s a lot for you, and I didn’t want to add more bullshit to your plate, but I really can’t deal with this anymore. I’m sick and tired of it,” you come and stand in front of him now, and he can’t deny you anymore, he has to stand up and face you like a man, though he really, really doesn’t want to. 

“Why can’t things just stay the way they are?” His eyes are welling up with tears, and you’re shocked, you didn’t know he cared this strongly about the door. 

“Because it’s a nuisance! Everyday I get home, I mean, first thing I see, I can’t just ignore it! It’s driving me fucking insane? Isn’t there something you can do to fix it?”

It seems the more fired up about the door you get, the more emotional he becomes, and it’s a weird chain reaction, much different from your usual stress-related one. You’re not sure why he cares so much about it, but seeing as you have strong feelings about it as well, you can’t blame him.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry! I can fix this, I can be better, I swear, just please don’t break up with me,” he’s dropped on his knees now in a begging stance, and your eyes are wide in horror, realizing a massive misunderstanding has taken place in your home. 

You mean to do something, but soon, you realize you’ve simply been standing there staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. His tears are streaming down his own, a common sight to see from him, though it still breaks your heart to see every time he gets emotional, which is often, seeing as he’s so open with his feelings.

He’s gazing up at you with fear and sorrow and so much love in his eyes, it almost overwhelms you, how much he loves you, once you really think about it. But that’s not the point here.

You kneel down to meet his level, to meet his eyes, and your slow to come in contact, you start with his fingers, lifting them one by one until his hands rest in your own, when you slide yours up his arms, coming to a halt on his shoulders, and his damp eyes follow your fingertips as they explore his clothed skin, leaving goosebumps under the sleeves of his work shirt that you can’t see, but somehow are aware of.

Pulling him in, you wrap him in a hug, your arm working under his own to rub up and down soothingly on his back, another going over to rest on the back of his head, cradling him to your shoulder which you can feel becoming wet due to his teary-eyed state, but you allow it as you stroke his hair. 

You mainly want him to calm down first before you begin to explain this all, but when he doesn’t seem to be slowing his breathing, when his tears are at full force into your shoulder, you change your plans. Lightly pushing him by the shoulders to break free from the hug, you rest one hand on the back of his neck, letting the skin on skin contact soothe him, and digging your hand into the hair on the back of his head, you make him look at you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, my love, you’re okay,” you massage his scalp for a moment, feeling awful knowing that your inability to be precise in your words led to this, and you’re really not sure what to say or do to make this better.

“No, how can we be okay? If you’re tryin’ to leave me 'cos I work so much? How can I fix this? Don’t know how,” he cries to you and you continue to hold him tenderly.

You just nod your head, struggling to find words. “Okay, um, a few things I need to say baby. You ready to listen?” He desperately nods his head and you feel like crying too.

“First of all, I love you. I love you so much, baby, too much. It’s ridiculous, truly,” he opens his mouth to say something but you won’t have it. “Ah, not done. Okay, um, second of all, I wasn’t trying to break up with you. But, I totally see where you’re coming from, looking back at it, I could have been clearer. I was talking about the door, you know that stupid squeak it makes when it opens? Yeah, pisses me off, not that I know how to fix it. That’s your job, huh baby?”

When he realizes you’ve finally opened the floor for commentary, he decides to indulge in it. “Yeah, ‘s my job. What you keep me around for.” His sad little smile is a beautiful sight to see, like a prayer of no words to the damned. You giggle, and he mirrors your emotion, a small laugh emitting from his handsome face.

“Feeling better now?” You stand up off the ground, reaching your hands out to pull him up with you, and he accepts. He nods and stares at you in adoration. “Good, now will you fix that door before I lose my marbles again?”

He laughs, throwing his head back in the moment and he realizes he would probably do anything you told him to, as long as it would make you happy. Whatever that feeling is, that emotion that’s just a little past love, he wants to savor it, bottle it, put it on a page of a book he can read over and over again, he wants to taste it every morning and every night for breakfast and dinner, he wants to feel it on his skin, in his brain, deep down inside him for as long as you’d let him.

As he fixes the hinges of the door, you sit on the floor before him, watching his strong hands do what they seemingly were made to, you feel so lucky to have him, so glad to be his, here, on his living room floor, where he looks so tender and domestic that you might just die if you looked at him for a moment longer but you can’t tear your eyes away from him, you never want to let him out of your sight for as long as you live. 

“There we are, honey. All better. Come give it a try,” he must not have noticed your excessive staring, for he seems all fine now, and you trap him in a hard kiss once he turns around to face you, not bothering to try the door, trusting his skills alone. 

You kiss him rough, passionate, so hard that he fears you may just suck the soul out of him through his lips, only hoping it will be safely kept in your loving hold. 

Oh, who was he kidding? He’d gladly give his soul to you if you asked, if it was possible. He’d do anything for you. 

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Hey I was wondering if I could make a request! It’s for Wally :3

you see I was wondering in you’re actor au fic w/ Wally, what would be peoples opinion on a human and a puppet dating? Would it be taboo? Or maybe just uncommon? I had this question on my mind since I love you’re actor au fic!! And I seen you’re requests we’re open I thought id ask the question. Ty!! Hope you have a lovely day!! <3

Well hun. I do think it would be considered taboo. It would be like back in the day when people were really racist. You couldn’t be with anyone except for your own ethnicity. So if a human starts dating a puppet it would be a big spectacle and cause a lot of drama and chaos. If reader does end up with Wally. They are going to have to be in a secret relationship because if not. Wally may lose them forever because of the spotlight. And well I don’t think Wally wants to lose them forever. This is honestly the first time he had strong feelings for anyone besides anger and friendship. Much less a human. I doubt he would want to throw that away. So it would be like a secret relationship until things get better and then finally. If they do get together, they can live in peace with the person they love in society

Hope that helps a bit with wondering what I’m thinking

Goodnight darlings from me to you

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Tongue-tied

A/N: In honor of @sillyrabbit81's milestone event. Congratulations on the milestone, hun 🥰 I kinda ended up combining two prompts I got for Mikey, because this accidentally just took a turn in that direction.

You can find the masterlist for the event here! (And my masterlist here)

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Prompt: Playful & Happy + Tied up // Smug & Sadistic + Dirty talk

Summary: There's this thing Mike has always wanted to try...

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), light bondage/ use of restraints, dirty-talk, very very very very very very soft!Dom Mikey.

@geralts-yenn @fvckinghenrycavill @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @peaches1958 @keanureevesisbae I know I should be getting you guys 179CS's NYE, FixU23, UO3 and a whole bunch of other stuff... But I got distracted and just... have this little Mikey-drabble, instead.

The sentence ‘please, babe, I’ve always wanted to try it’ and a pair of bright blue puppy eyes. Apparently, that is all it takes for you to agree to let your boyfriend tie you to his bed. You’ve never realized just how big a fan you are of hiding until right this second, when Mike finishes tying your ankle to his bedframe and looks at you. The look of curiosity and excitement in his eyes is so incredibly endearing that you almost forget to ask him in all honesty how he got the restraints he used on you if he’s never done this before.

“Eighteenth birthday,” he says. As it turns out, his friends thought it would be really funny to have him unpack a bunch of silly gifts in front of his parents, but they forgot to take into account the ‘Mike factor’ – his words, not yours. You feel they should have known better than to think the gifts would embarrass him, though. Like… You’re talking about the guy who took you to his parents’ place for the holidays, and when his mom walked in on you two getting it on, he just looked her dead in the eye and said: “And this is why it’s a good idea to knock before stomping into your son’s room.” You were mortified, of course.  

“Are you okay?” He asks as you’re on your way back from pushing that memory all the way down, because it sure as hell isn’t something you can use right now. You nod in reply to his question. You’re really just a little nervous, even though you know you can trust him. Mike straddles your hips, and you immediately try to raise your hands to touch him. Mike is grinning at you from above like an absolute idiot, which means you won’t be able to hold that scowl a lot longer. You can already feel the smile break through on your serious face.

“Don’t laugh at me, Mike.” You pout as you say it. “I just want to touch you.”

“But you can’t because you’re tied to my bed,” Mike singsongs, still smiling like a fool.

“You haven’t thought about what you’re going to do with me at all, have you?” You already know the answer; Mike is not a ‘planning’ kind of guy.

“I didn’t have to think about that,” he says. You don’t like the sound of that, if you’re being perfectly honest. “I can think about it now.” His kiss is soft, slow, and over as soon as you started to really enjoy it.

“I can do anything I want with you,” he continues as he kisses along your jaw to your ear, and down into your neck. Every time he comes across a spot that makes you gasp, he makes a point of lingering on it. Sucking, nibbling… And then he stops and sits up again.

“Or I can do absolutely nothing and just leave you laying here for a few hours.” For a moment, he tries very hard to look as if he’s actually considering it. “Nah, that would be a waste. I can hug you.” He wraps his arms around you as he says it, and just holds onto you like some sort of giant koala for a minute. You sigh, which is the only thing you can do to keep yourself from laughing.

He moves away to sit between your legs, still putting on a face like he’s thinking long and hard about all the possibilities. And maybe he actually is, who can tell.

“I could give you lots of kisses?” He falls forward, catching himself just in time before crushing you, and continues the path he was making down your neck. “Or I could lick you everywhere. I know you hate it when I lick you.”

“I don’t always hate it,” you say innocently. In reality, you only hate it when he jokingly licks your cheek in public. Or when he randomly licks kinda unusual spots on your body. Like your shoulder, completely out of nowhere?

Mike seems to completely ignore what you just said, and continues his musing about all the things he could do to you: “I could finally spend a decent amount of time with my favorite titties.”

Of course, he immediately comes into action on this one. He’s meticulous in his treatment, making sure to lick, suck and nibble on every inch of skin that can reasonably be considered part of your boobs, until way past the point where you’d normally be begging him to move further south. And by ‘begging him’ you mean ‘physically shoving him further down your body’. Which you can’t do now, because you’re tied to his fucking bed. No, today, your only option is to actually beg him, crying out as his tongue slowly draws the millionth circle around your swollen and sensitive nipple, and his fingers softly pinch the other.

“What? You want me to keep doing this? Ok!” You protest loudly, the noises that come out of your mouth are more sob than moan at this point, and you squirm, straining against the silky ties around your wrists and ankles.

“Mike, please, for fuck’s sake!” you cry out. “Please eat me out!” Apparently, begging works on him, because he makes his way down your body, dragging his tongue over your skin as he does – much to your dismay. At least Mike seems to be having the time of his life, so you’ll forgive the licking. This time.

“Whoa!” Mike sounds very surprised when he reaches his destination and runs his fingers through your folds. “You are super fucking wet, baby.”

“Ehh…” You can’t speak, you’re searching every remote corner of your brain for an excuse. Of course you don’t find one, because the only explanation you have for it is that, yeah, you’re absolutely turned on by what Mike is doing to you.

“You like this, don’t you?” Mike asks. He bites his lip, and looks up at you as he slips two fingers into your pussy. From the way he asks, you can tell he’s clearly expecting an answer, but you lose the ability to speak as soon as he curls his fingers inside you and finds just the right spot. The only thing you can do is whimper.

“See, baby, I don’t need your instructions,” he says as he moves his fingers exactly the way you want him to. His tongue hits your clit just the right way, and for a moment, you squirm and squeal – and then he disappears. Both his mouth and his hands leave you, and he leans over you again.

“Alright, baby, here’s what’s gonna happen.” Oh. Oh. That smug grin he’s flashing at you makes you weak, sends shivers down your spine in a way he’s never done before. It’s good to know that Mike gets cocky when he’s in charge, and that you like it. A lot.

“I’m gonna eat your sweet little pussy, and I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t even remember your own name, just mine.” You listen closely, failing every attempt to swallow down the lump in your throat. Part of you wants to yell at him to get to it, instead of talking all that talk, but you’re fairly sure you won’t be getting anything if you try that. You also know there’s a ‘but’ coming…

“However…” Yeah, that’s the same as ‘but’. “If you try to get involved in this, in any way – and I’m serious; One hint, one piece of advice, even a ‘right there’ – I’ll gag you. Are we clear?” Your cheeks are burning as you look down at those messy curls and the quirked eyebrow and the panty-dropping smirk between your legs that only widens when you finally speak: “Yes, Sir.”

[imawkwardlysoc]

"you're making me feel like i'm the man"- taylor swift

Song- the man by taylor swift

Pairing- reuben 'payback' fitch x female! reader

Warning(s)- sexism and misogyny

Wordcount- 1,374

Summary- Reader goes to a navy even with Reuben and encounters an old ex. They're called an ex for a reason.

Being the CEO and owner of your own company is the best thing ever. Even when you started from the ground up. It is rewarding, well most of the time. Being the youngest CEO in San Diego, whose especially female has its perks, but at the same time it kinda sucks. When you meet with company CEOs and presidents that are in the older generation, they really don’t take you seriously. Even when I bring my partner to events and they think they’re the CEO and I’m just their date. The look on their faces when I tell them that I’m actually the CEO and owner just brings me enjoyment.

“Ruben, hun!” I called out my husband as I put on my earrings. “Are you ready? We have to leave soon.”

“Coming.” I looked in the mirror of my vanity to see Reuben walking in the room while tying his bowtie.

“Everything all set with the babysitter?” I asked him when I finished getting ready.

“Yep,” he nodded and pecked me on the lips. “The car’s coming soon, we should head out now.”

I nodded my head and we grabbed our things before heading out of our room. Walking down the stairs, we saw our babysitter sitting on the couch with the kids watching a movie. Giving our kids hugs and kisses before telling them to be good for the babysitter, Reuben and I walked out of the house to see the car waiting for us. Getting in the car and buckling up, I told the driver to go and they started driving us to the venue. Throughout the drive, all of the Dagger Squad were wondering when we’re coming since we’re one of the last people to get to the venue.

“Ah, there you are,” Mickey walked up to us and handed both of us a glass of champagne.

“Thank you,” I placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re looking sharp. A little James Bond look I see.”

“Garcia, Mickey Garcia,” Mickey gave me a wink.

“Stop flirting with my wife Fanboy,” Reuben jokes as I let out a laugh.

“You’re finally here!” I heard Halo exclaim as Phoenix wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

“We’re stealing your wife,” Phoenix announced as her and Halo dragged me out of Reuben’s grasp.

Letting out a laugh, the three of us headed to the bar to grab some drinks before we mingled with the guests. Most of the guests that we’ve mingled with were sponsors of the events and some tried to partner with me. None really sparked my interest. Getting refills at the bar, we giggled and chatted with each other before I saw a familiar figure walking our way.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I groaned.

“What?” Phoenix raised her eyebrow.

“Y/N, look at you,” I saw the smirk form on his face as he walked up to me. “It’s been a while.”

“Derek,” I said without showing any irritation in my voice. “It has been a while. How are you?”

“I’m good, real good,” the smirk never came off his face.

You thought Hangman’s cockiness was bad? He is the most cockiest son of the bitch ever. His ego reaches to the depths of space. That’s how bad it is and I had to deal with him for so many years.

“Derek, last time I checked you were on a submarine,” I gulped the last of my drink.

“And the last time I checked you were working on a startup, how’s that going?” he questioned

“It’s good, so good,” I smiled.

“So, what brings you to a Navy event?” He asked.

“I’m just here as my husband’s date,” I replied.

“Wow, the startup is working so well that you end up being a dependapotamus?” He let out a laugh which caused me to tick.

I looked over his shoulder to see Phoenix and Halo mentally snapping his neck. With the pissed off look they have on their faces, they’re at that point where they might kill him. Naval aviators or not.

“And I see you still don’t have a partner,” I let out a laugh. “I mean with the receding hairline that you’ve had since twenty and the way you constantly think with your penis instead of your head says something.”

“Y/N, you look lovely tonight,” I looked over to see Admiral Kazansky walking up to me.

“Admiral, it’s nice to see you,” I gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s nice to see you too,” he smiled. “How are the kids? Pete and I have been meeting to ask you and Ruben if we can babysit them one day so the two of you can spend the day together.”

“We have to see about that,” I said. “The kids have been asking when you’re going to watch them.”

“Wow, a dependapotamus with kids and a husband in the Navy,” I snapped my head at what Dereck said. “Must be nice. Did you have to kneel on your knees in order to get funding for your company?”

“Oh, I knew there was a reason why I broke up with you,” I handed Ice my drink. “It’s because you’re a disgusting, misogynistic piece of shit that thought you can control me.”

“What?” He let out a laugh. “Also, you can’t call a commanding officer like that.”

“Yes she can,” Ice joined in. “She’s a private citizen and she can call you whatever you want.”

“Ice, I got this,” I gave him a smile and stepped closer to Dereck. “I did not kneel for any damn investors to start up my company. I worked my damn ass off like I always did throughout my whole life to become the CEO of my company. Unlike you who still uses daddy’s money to get whatever you want. Besides, I make more money than your damn father. So no, I’m not a damn dependapotamus and there’s nothing wrong being that if you are one.”

“You should really calm down right now,” he bellowed a laugh. “It’s just a joke, stop overreacting. Just treat a man with respect.”

“I won’t,” I snapped back. “If you don’t respect me, I don’t respect you. Easy as that. It’s not the damn 1940s anymore.”

Walking away, I ignored the looks from the audience that we’ve gained during that argument. Passing through them, I walked out to the garden to let the cool evening wind chill me out. Letting out a frustrated groan, I sat down on one of the benches to reflect what just happened.

“I see you’ve provided tonight’s entertainment.” I looked up to see my husband let out a chuckle.

“Did we cause that much of a ruckus?” I questioned.

“Not really, just a small audience was more entertained with you guys than the event itself,” he sat down next to me and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “How are you feeling?”

“I-,” I let out a mix of a chuckle and a groan. “I should be used to this. Used to all of this sexism and microaggressions and backhanded compliments. But yet, there’s some new thing that just ticks me off. I’m so sick and tired. He called me a dependapotamus who slept her way up to the position I am in now.”

“If Mickey and Hangman didn’t hold me back, I would’ve punched him when I heard that,” he laughed, which made me laugh a little. “Besides, if you were a dependapotamus, you would be the hottest one in the Navy.”

“Even having two kids?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Even after having two kids,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“Why did you even marry me?”

“Because you are a badass, strong, and determined woman who doesn’t take any bullshit from misogynistic pieces of shit. I find that so attractive.”

“You really know how to woo a girl don’t you?”

“I do,” he smiled and we kissed. “Come on, the gang is planning on leaving early and heading to the Hard Deck. You’re up for that?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head.

We got off the bench and left the venue to walk to the Hard Deck since it wasn’t that far from there.