#⚘ - angel's thoughts

[atthewhisky]

need axl to give me filthy kisses. the kind where he's practically groping your ass while he sticks his tongue down your throat to taste you.

#⚘ - angel's thoughts #axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose smut #axl rose x reader #hm :3 #just a quick one before i fall asleep

[jessamine-rose]

˖⋆˚♱ଘ Angel’s Tears ଓ♱˚⋆˖

*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 3.8k words under the cut ♡

♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their role in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book—it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own infallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She was once an ophanim, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

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From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details escape you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

♡

Note:: Church AU is still on my “will not write” list. I only wrote this because I specifically like Priest! Dottore and Angel! Capitano. Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics.

Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~

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little things you did to make them big softies

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

chan appreciates the way you care for him when he cries

It’s hard, doing what he has to do. The responsibility is a lot and some days that’s just hard to hide. You only continue sipping on your drink and watching the dumb cartoon on tv as Chan sniffles beside you

He watches you get up, shooting you a sad smile when you toss a box of tissues his way. He expected you to pry, to point out that he’s being vulnerable, to ask him why he’s crying like other people would

But you don’t. You sit there, cuddling into his side as it shakes, scraping your nails against his stomach softly in a way that can tell him that you’re right there

“Don’t you wanna know?” He asks with a crack in his voice, dabbing the corners of his eyes with the tissues and figuring you may at least want an explanation

Your simple answer of ‘no’ sends a frenzy of butterflies off in his stomach, hearts practically in his eyes as he looks down at you, silently thanking you in his head for letting him be the happy and sad sides of himself with you

lee know puts his claws away whenever you warm up a towel for him after his showers

It’s extremely simple, maybe as simple as it could get yet it speaks volumes. You find it as second nature by now to throw a towel in the dryer for a few minutes so that it’s nice and warm for Minho after a shower or lower body bath

Not a lot of things can make him soft, it takes some digging but this is one of the things that really make the tips of his ears turn bright red. It’s endearing, your thoughtfulness is something that he’s never experienced from anyone else before and it feels so good

“How was your shower?” You’re quick to hop onto the bed next to him where he’s sitting, towel now around his neck to catch the droplets from his damp hair. He mindlessly pulls you into his side, keeping his hand at your hip as he watches the tv

“Good,” he mumbles so low it’s almost unheard, but you smile nonetheless, pleased with his answer. “You…” he’s finding the words to say, nervousness making him bite his lip, eyes looking at the ceiling as he thinks. “You don’t have to warm up my towels if you don’t want to.”

You only roll your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t lie to my face like that,” you tease, not surprised to hear him make a sound of disapproval. “You love it. You love it so much that I just have to keep doing it.”

changbin physically can’t hide how much he adores you when you massage his body after a workout

Exercise can be hard on the body depending on what you’re doing and it’s always better to care for the muscles before and after hard work. Knowing this, you’re always more than happy to meet Changbin after a shower and have him lay out for you

“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” He peers at you behind his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of you kneading his shoulders and back. You stop suddenly and land a soft smack on his side

“Get tired of what?” You ask with a defensive tone, moving down to massage his hips, working out all of the tension that the exercise brought on. “Taking care of you?”

He can’t win, so he won’t try. Instead he brushes the topic off, pushing his face into the pillow in front of him to hide the lovesick smile plastered on his face. Sure, it will never be admitted, but he loves this. He looks forward to this

It’s so touching that you worry about his health to this extent, enough to help him ease the post workout knots and soreness. You were a gem, you were an angel in his eyes and he’s forever grateful to be under your care

hyunjin melts while looking at the newly bought pencils that he’s been wanting for ages on his desk

He had to do a double take, pinching himself just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Were those what he thought they were? Where did they come from?

Of course, he could’ve gotten them for himself, but you knew he wasn’t going to. Hyunjin hadn’t gone a single day for the past week without gushing over a specific pack of pencils he discovered on YouTube, eyes glittering as he watched them in use

“Oh! You don’t like them?” You joked as you walked up beside him, wrapping your arm around his. He jumped and tripped over his words, explaining that he loves them, that he loves you and you could only laugh. “Gosh, not even a thank you?”

He stopped rambling altogether, standing still and absolutely dumbfounded, his body suddenly becoming all warm and fuzzy. It was hard to hold back his smile, so he didn’t

“You’re insane,” he was on cloud nine, he felt that he could laugh so hard that he’d faint, the happiness that you gave him was irreplaceable and he loved that

han finds himself at a loss of words when you pull all nighters with him

With his schedule and just his sleep patterns in general, he often finds himself up at later times than he’d like. Whether it be by personal choice or work, he’s going to sleep sometime in the early morning

This already takes a bit of a toll on him because while he’s awake, everyone else around him is asleep or busy with their own things. It leaves him alone, which can be both a good or bad thing for him depending on the day

Not you though. You know how he feels, you know when he needs someone else with him in the late hours of the night, so you try your absolute hardest to stay up with him, which could be easy or hard for you

Either way, he finds it totally endearing. “I wish you’d stop sacrificing your beauty sleep for me,” he laughs at his own words, facing you on the bed and stroking your cheek with his fingers. “Don’t harm yourself on my behalf.”

You only shake your head, going back to the game on your phone, tilting it to the side so he could watch it too. “It just means we get to spend more time together.” Those words made his heart swell and his smile brighter

felix felt his eyes sting when you cooked up one of his family’s recipes

It’s no secret that he’s homesick, it breaks your heart to watch him smile fondly at family social media posts and listen to all of his fun memories in Australia. You have the unbearable urge to help ease the pain just a little

That being said, you’re thrilled once his mother responds to you, sending over one of his favorite homemade recipes because you asked. Tonight would be a special dinner

You had waited until he left for the day to start preparing, getting to work and following carefully step by step. It wouldn’t be hers but you hoped it could feel like a comforting hug from home when he ate it

“Wow,” he was rendered speechless, dropping his bag right where he stood in the doorframe, shock washing over him at the smell alone. He looked at you all teary eyed and you almost cried yourself. “This is what you’ve been doing all day? For me? Really?”

Felix’s arms wrapped you up in the biggest hug, you could feel his tears wet your shoulder but you didn’t say anything. He knew right then and there that he really did love you with his entire, gigantic heart

seungmin gets so flustered when you send compliments via text

On one hand, he would much prefer to hear your kind words in real life but his schedule doesn’t allow time for that. He finds it hard to spend actual quality time with you, even if that’s all he wants

But to receive constant words of encouragement and praise? You go out of your way to remind him why you love him, why you think he’s so so special every single day and it makes his heart flutter in his chest with every notification

Looking back through your texts is one of his favorite pastimes when he’s away from you. “I saw your performance, your voice just keeps getting better and better!” This isn’t something to boost his ego, this is something you’re saying from your heart to let him know that he’s doing good

It hurts him that he has to resort to social media to spend time with you lately, he’s only hoping to spend so much time with you when things are calmer. Seungmin will always accept your feedback with open arms and he can’t help but fall for you, managing to make him feel loved even if he’s countries away from you

Someday, he’ll be able to repay you for all of the strength your little messages have given him. There will never be a time where you’ll feel that the relationship is one sided and that’s a promise he’s made with himself

jeongin has a bit of a bigger smile when he finds out you tidied up his room for him

He’s not disgustingly unorganized, there are just a few things that could be put where they belong and his bed is almost always at least a little messy. It’s all an easy fix, and you’re more than happy to take care of it while he’s out with his busy agenda

You already figured that it would be nice for Jeongin to come back to a nice and cleaner environment after another long day, but you didn’t pinpoint just how much it meant to him

He felt so much love for you as he walked in and saw a freshly made bed for him to rest in, clothes back in their drawers, dust cleared off of the picture frame holding a candid of you two. You left a sticky note on his dresser, telling him that you’ll visit again in a few days

You picked up the call he made to you seconds later, ready to ask about his day. “You have no idea how much I love you,” his voice sounds a little shaky yet full of sentiment. “This was really nice to come home to.”

Nothing made you happier than knowing that you made your boy feel better, especially after a rough day. It was just a little fixing up but it meant the world to him

#bang chan x reader #chan x reader #lee know x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader #jeongin x reader #skz comfort #skz headcannons #skz fluff #skz x reader

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𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕒��� 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 ~ 𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕗!𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤, 𝔸 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕? 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪, ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕊𝕖𝕩, 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜,𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥:𝟙.𝟝𝕜

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Who would've ever thought someone like Billy Loomis could get away with mass murder alongside his best friend and accomplice Stu Macher. Sure they had the perfect plan, strategic and carefully thought out. But for 2 psychopathic teenagers in the 90s, you would've assumed that they couldn't do it. But here he was almost 27 years later at the age of 45 still living in Woodsboro with his daughter, Sam. Sam often brought around her slightly younger friend around. Y/N. Sam started bringing her around about 3 years ago when she was just the ripe young age of 20 years old in her 3rd year of college and god was she beautiful.

With her silky smooth skin that he was dying to mark. Her plump lips that he was just begging to have wrapped around his cock while shes on her knees in front of him. She was so dainty and delicate all he wanted to do was break her. She was like an angel to him. Always so bubbly and bright. Never having anything less than the prettiest smile he'd ever seen on her face. Truth be told Y/N unlocked something inside of Billy from the first time he saw her. Something he had hidden away deep inside him 20+ years ago. A primal urge suppressed down into the depths of his soul begging to break free from the moment he saw her. All he wanted to do was chase her and make her think she could get away just for him to catch her and take her as he pleases.

Today was just like any other, Y/N was on her way over to Sam's to surprise her and give her a haul of all the new clothes she got on her trip to the mall earlier that week. She parked her car in the Loomis family's driveway unaware that Samantha wasn't home. She took her spare key and walked inside heading up the stairs right as you were about to walk past the home office her best friend's father always took care of business in. As she's swaying her hips and strutting past she hears a low groan and a soft "Fuck Y/N". She tilts her head and backs up toward the door of the study which is cracked just enough for you to peek in and see your best friend's father. His head threw back, with his eyes squeezed shut while his cock is in his hand meanwhile he's stroking it slowly letting out small groans and occasionally letting her name slip from between his lips.

Y/N's thighs clenched together as Mr.Loomis opened his eyes and spotted her through the crack in his door. "Hey sweetie...can you come here for me?" she nodded taking small anxious steps toward the much older and much larger man. "Y-yes Mr. Loomis?" she asked him shyly her face heating up from the sight she just walked in on. 'She's so innocent' he thought to himself. He tucked himself into his boxers and walked over to her and picked her up sitting her down on his desk. "Did you like what you saw sweet girl?" he asked tilting his head whilst looking down at her. She nodded biting her bottom lip not trusting her words. "Do you wanna play a game with daddy sweetheart?" she had a puzzled look on her face now.

"Wh-what kind of game?" she asked sheepishly feeling a blush creep up onto her face. He chuckled "A little game of cat and mouse little one...I'll chase you and when I catch you I'm gonna eat you." She diverted her eyes away from him clenching her thighs together. "Okay." she agreed her heartbeat increasing wondering what's gonna happen when he catches her. "Start running dear." She would hop down off the desk running down the steps and out the back door. Nervously looking behind her as her adrenaline began to spike. Blood was pumping in and out of her heart as she bolted through the field behind the Loomis Household. Billy spotted her, barely even running skirt flying up as she was trying to get away he took about 20 long steps when finally he caught up to her.

Covering her mouth with his hand he licked and sucked up the side of her neck stopping right below her ear before whispering "Gotcha." he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as she nuzzled her face into his back. Reaching the door and opening it slowly he took her all the way to his master bedroom. She'd Never been in here before it was all so new to her. He laid her gently back on the bed his eyes scanning her body as she was laid out for her. He pulled a knife from his back pocket, looking at her making sure she was okay with this and she nodded. Biting her lip to suppress a whimper as the cold Buck 120 dragged down her body. From her neck down to right above her waist.

He dragged it back up her body once more before slicing her short crop top off causing her to squirm. "Would you look at that, haven't even touched you yet and you're already quivering beneath me. Such a needy little girl..." he leans down kissing your shoulders and down your sternum, leaving hickeys as he goes. He drags the knife to your collarbone before slicing a small cut into your skin watching the blood pool before dragging his tongue along the fresh wound. You wince at the stinging sensation that comes with his tongue sliding along your cut. He moves quickly to unclip your bra and he marvels at your now bare breasts. Leaning his head down and take one of your buds into his mouth sucking and scraping his teeth slightly against the sensitive skin.

You let out a moan as he licks and sucks against you. Pulling off with a pop and flashing you a sly grin as he kisses down your stomach and rips your skirt down in one swift motion licking his lips when he sees you're wearing a blood-red thong. His favorite color, he felt as if you wore it specifically for him. He pulled it to the side and licked a stripe up your slit and planted a kiss directly on your clit before going and kissing down your thighs before snatching his blade off the bed once again looking up at you for reassurance and you nod at him. He takes the blade and begins to carve a B into your left thigh. You gasp and wince at the pain. Once it's all done he cleans up the blood with his tongue and places a kiss on the fresh lesion that he's left behind.

"You think you're ready for me sweetheart? or do you think you need stretched out first?" He cocks his head to the side and waits for your response but once you open your mouth no words come out. He pulls out his cock and your eyes go wide at his length. It's long and thick with a large vein running across the left side of it. He rubs it along your slit coating it in your arousal. He pushes just the head inside you and you moan at the feeling. He's only in you the tiniest bit and you already feel so full. He pushed further inside and you whine as you're being stretched out. Soon enough he's fully settled inside you, staying still for the time being as he reaches down and grabs you by the throat pulling you in for a kiss and he begins to thrust roughly inside you. Causing you to let out a gasp and your eyes roll back into your head.

He moves his lips from your mouth down to your neck sucking and marking your delicate skin. "Fuck Sweetie...Taking me so well didn't even need to stretch you out first" he mumbles into your neck licking and sucking at your sweet spot. You moan at his words and he wraps his hand around your throat once more fiercely pounding into your pussy. Your wetness allows him to slide in and out of you with ease. Your cunt taking everything he could possibly give you. "Such a greedy pussy...you're just willing to take anything you can get aren't you sweetheart?" you whine at his words and he lets out a low chuckle continuing to pound into you mercilessly. You clench around him signaling that you're close and he brings his thumb down to play with your puffy clit.

"Need to cum Daddy...need to finish please...need it so bad..feel so full." His eyes meet yours and he bites his lip gently. "Yeah? Are you gonna cum for Daddy baby? You've been such a good little slut you deserve it hm?" and with that, he picks up his pace. Thrusting at an ungodly pace while quickening his thumb playing with your clit. Your band inside you snaps and you release all over him, and down his bed. "So close baby, right behind you..." and with that he fills you up. Having his seed spread to even the deepest parts of your cunt that you didn't even know existed. With his cock still inside you he flopped down beside you and pulled you to his chest stroking your hair.

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#billy loomis #billy x stu x reader smut #scream #stu macher smut #scream 1996 #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #Dilf!Billy Loomis #sam carpenter #randy meeks #roman bridger #ethan landry x reader #samantha carpenter #scream franchise #tara carpenter #scream vi #scream 6

[lunarw0rks]

hi! i have a request with ghost or könig, where one of readers parents die, and they start freaking out, crying, panic attack and all. and one of them is there for them through it? if it's not too much, thank u sm and love ur writing!

Summary: After losing someone close, your roommate, König is your support system.

Warning(s): panic attacks, grief, parental death, hurt/comfort, roommate!König, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: My first König work :) [mein Engel = my angel] I hope you don't mind, I chose reader's mother to be the one who passed.

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Saying Goodbye // Drabble

It was supposed to be an average, mundane day.

Eight hours at work, then stumbling into your apartment with sore muscles and a desire to relax until it all repeats again tomorrow. It was hard enough making it from the door to the couch, especially when barely able to keep your eyes open.

When you did, your eyes fluttered shut nearly instantly. Finally, you were getting some much needed sleep until—

You groaned loudly, palming around the sofa for your phone ringing at full blast. Inside, you cursed yourself for forgetting to silence it, and now you were debating on answering the call. An unrecognizable number, probably spam. The last thing you needed was another problem, another hitch in your relaxation.

The gut feeling you had was unmistakable; you should take the call, something was wrong.

With a hesitant thumb, you pressed the accept button and raised the phone to your ear. You’re wide awake now, you might as well get off the couch and pace while the scammer chews your ear off.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe at first. It wasn’t a scammer; it was a nurse.

She asks your name, says they got your number from your mother’s phone. That instinctual feeling you had was proven true now—in the worst way possible. Though the nurse was hesitant to get the words out, as if the news hurt her more than you, your brain was scrambling with every possible bad scenario.

A car accident, a heart attack, perhaps even a mistake on the hospital’s end. The logistics didn’t matter, how she got your number, knew your name. It couldn’t be your mother, it had to be a mistake, right?

“I don’t understand.” You wavered, finding any excuse to dismiss her words—if you could call them that, they overlapped and mixed together with the haze in your mind.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her voice is strictly professional, but to imagine her on the other end, she’s cringing at giving news like this over the phone, probably more than once today.

“You can come down and claim her belongings anytime. The administrator will help you with the arrangements… Do you have anyone—”

You terminated the call before she could continue, phone dropping to the floor below you. How could this happen? Why you, today of all days?

Tears were blinding you, coating your vision in a misty gloss. Next, it was your knees buckling beneath you when the dizziness was too much. Third, it was your inability to catch your breath; heaving and gasping as the sobs became too much for your body to handle. Above all, it was the thoughts and memories of your mother, how this could’ve happened so suddenly.

You hadn’t heard the door opening behind you, your fatigued roommate coming up behind you with concern. His large hands hovered over your back a few seconds, before he gently placed them to get your attention.

“What happened, mein Engel?” He asked softly, eyes wide with concern.

In all the months you’d lived together, conversations were quick but respectful; many days, your schedules would overlap, resulting in rarely seeing one another, or sleeping when you were home at the same time. But that didn’t matter to König, he couldn’t help but involve himself now.

“My mom…” Your weak voice finally spoke, tears streaming from your eyes down to the neckline of your shirt.

His observant eyes flicked over to the scene before him; you, distraught and struggling to breath, your cell phone dropped next to you.

Calling family members of the deceased, informing them of the horrible news, it’s something he’d done before for his job. It never gets easier, but he’d never seen the grieving person on the other side, often it ends with the call ending mid-sentence, just like you had done.

Now, he was face to face with it, and it was personal.

König’s brows furrowed empathetically as he listened to your cries, each one cracking his tough and intimidating exterior. He felt he was awful at comfort, only doing what came naturally to him—which wasn’t verbal.

Instead, it was physical comfort; a perk of his abnormal size.

He used one of his hands to push your head into his chest, while the other remained tightly wrapped around you. You could kick and scream, pound against his chest, get it all out of your system, and he remains still, allowing you to mourn in any way you have to.

He lifted you both up, letting you stand there and grieve against him. König’s eyes shut as he listened to your roars of sorrow, yearning for the parent you would never get back.

This went on for a few minutes, the room silent except for the sounds of your cries against his chest.

His strong arms kept you upright with ease, even though you were visibly trembling. “It will be okay, I promise… I promise…” His Austrian accent was soothing and gentle, a stark contrast to the way he looked.

You lifted your head, eyes bloodshot and quivering open and closed. You weren’t to the point of clarity yet, but the initial violent shock of the news had begun to fizzle; your mother was alone right now, in a hospital bed waiting for you. “I need to go see her, König. She’s all by herself.”

Your shaky hands found the entry table, reaching for your keys, but his hand gripped your arm before your fingers touched the cold metal.

With a shake of his head, he drops his hand. “I’ll drive you, okay?”

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The city passes as a cynical blur; bars and restaurants packed with partying patrons, neighborhoods with playing children and family get togethers. Then, you, still distraught and with a tightening chest. Each street, each turn, each street sign pointing in the direction of the nearest hospital.

Ten miles; five miles; one mile; then, the bright red sign displaying Emergency illuminated the lot and König’s car.

He pulls into the closest visitor’s space, though most are already occupied. You pull the handle and step out, but the door remains open as you watch the bustle of the emergency room through the large windows.

You meet his blue eyes again, a black surgical mask concealing his true identity. “Will you come in with me?” It’s more of a despairing plea than an honest question.

He kills the engine and removes his hand from the wheel, giving a wary nod. In the face of a panic attack, he’s there for you in an instant. But by your side as you say goodbye? He began to wonder if he was the one you really wanted as moral support.

Your shoes scrape against the pavement, as if your feet are just as hesitant to face the situation.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile white walls, reflecting the urgency of the environment. The constant hum of medical equipment and the beeping of monitors merge into a symphony of urgency, while the faint scent of bleach hangs in the air.

Nurses and doctors dart from one patient to another, their faces tense with determination, occupied with those in need of more attention than you, here to claim a body, for lack of better words.

The desk in the entrance is just as chaotic; the corded phones going off with an endless stream of calls, papers and clipboards stacked atop the other, and the loud typing of the receptionist’s outdated computers.

The woman behind the counter looks up briefly, carelessly pointing to the waiting area beside the desk rather than speaking to you. Her typing continues, as if no concern for what you might be here for is left, especially after a long shift in this busy chaos.

You look over at the waiting area—depressing and packed with patients who have been triaged and are awaiting further care, and filling the rest of the seats, distraught and impatient family members waiting for results on their loved ones. Some are praying, some sobbing, others clutching minor injuries, but most stare blankly as they tap their feet against the beige tile.

“Actually, I’m here for my mother. She passed.” You tell the bored receptionist, practically forcing her to pay attention to your dead expression.

The once unsympathetic stare she had, now turned the opposite. But once again, without words, she pointed to the elevators in the direction of the ICU. Her pity only lasted seconds, before she raised one of the phones to her ear, full attention on the other line.

You looked back at König for reassurance, who merely kept walking with you, eyes straight ahead with uncertainty.

As the elevator doors close, a sense of tension fills the confined space.

The panel of buttons displays various floors, but the one that stands out is the one labeled "ICU" in bold, red letters.

Inside the elevator, there's a mixture of people, each carrying their own burden of worry and concern. Family members clutch tightly to their belongings, their faces etched with anxiety and sorrow. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, despite the icy chill of the ventilation causing goosebumps on your skin.

A few forced smiles are exchanged among the passengers, trying to find comfort in each other's company, but the worry in their eyes betrays their attempts at reassurance, though you keep a straight face, already privy to what lies ahead of the doors.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the elevator slows down, and the doors open to reveal the ICU floor. It’s a morbid contrast to the emergency room; eerie quiet. Nurses and doctors roam, small groups of family members visit, and most of all, patients without any visitors hooked up to the machines.

König’s steps mirrored the pace of yours as you walked down the aisle of rooms, reading each chart until you found the one belonging to her.

You stopped in front of it, seeing her in the bed through the glass window overlooking the room. Your eyes, which had just gone dry, began to tear up again. It was a different feeling, seeing it in person, rather than imagining it over the phone.

“Let’s go inside, alright?” His voice is low and respectful as he takes a step around you, sliding open the pocket door, allowing you to go inside first when you are ready.

The door wooshes shut behind you as you approach the bed. Her chest is rising and falling with each hiss of the ventilator, but there are no signs of life anywhere else. Her hands are cold and lifeless, as is her skin—now drained of any memories and creases of age.

When the nurse steps inside and begins explaining the process to you, you only nod in response, keeping your eyes on the loved one in front of you. It would be your decision, to unhook her and say a final goodbye, or keep her like this, nothing but a corpse breathing through a machine.

“I’ll be here, whatever you decide.” König places a hand on your shoulder, ushering you to the chair beside the bed, while he remains standing in the corner, attempting to keep a respectful amount of distance. He didn’t know her, and now this would be all he knew of your mother—this harrowing image of her, with you beside her.

The silence passed by, hour by hour you spent listening to the beeps of the machines, the wheeze of her departed lungs mechanically filling with air. The warm hand you placed on hers, met with no returning caress, only her stillness.

König would make small efforts, a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, or small comforts in your ear, but they were futile against the waves of grief engulfing you. They were recognized, but not reciprocated with thank you’s or smiles—only silence.

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The night you said goodbye, he left the room out of respect. He spent about an hour in that busy waiting room, hands folded in his lap as he waited for your return. It was best if he left you to the details, only there in terms of comfort.

He looked up curiously each time the elevator dinged and visitors piled out, until eventually it was you coming out to meet him. Swollen, reddened eyes, and a stack of funeral pamphlets still clutched in your fist.

The moment the ventilator let out its final hiss, the moment they unhooked the tubes, the moment you removed your hands from her—all a constant replay in your mind. He was to his feet instantly, pulling you into an embrace similar to the one in the living room, letting you know he would be there every step of the way.

König remained silent until you both reached his car again, opening the car door for you as he waited for you to climb inside.

You turned to face him, staring up into his sympathetic gaze, “thank you. I don’t know what else to say, except thank you.”

His blue eyes softened, as if shocked by your gratitude. He thought it was a given, being there for you, driving you to the hospital, even just showing you kindness, but it was clear you hadn’t expected that from him.

“You don’t need to thank me.” He mutters softly, his large hand resting on your arm, giving it a light squeeze. He hunches over and places his head on your shoulder, rubbing circles up and down your back.

“I’m always here, hm? Whatever you need to get through this.”

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #cod konig

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader

Chapter 6

CW: lots of angst, jealousy is not even the right word to describe neteyam's state anymore, emotionally hurt neteyam, yandere neteyam, reader has a hard time trying to fight her feelings for neteyam, mentions of using someone with the intention of forgetting someone else, mild violence, mentions of sexual fluids, possessive and territorial neteyam, mentions of depressive symptoms, use of alcohol, feelings of fear, tension, confessions of love, fluff. I think that's all (??)

✨ IM BACK ✨ I can't even believe I managed to finally update this fanfic! 😂 All of a sudden I spent days on end being a 24/7 nurse for my spayed kitten and didn't have time for anything + having to give her 2 different pills at 2 different times, all during the am hours, plus another one in the morning, left me SOOO sleep deprived. It was horrible. Thank God she doesn't have to take the pills anymore. ANYWAY lol Guys, in the beginning of the chapter until the middle of it, I think, I know you guys are gonna want to murder me or reader or both (you know that y/n meme with the pic of the blonde girl "choking" her own shadow in the wall, saying like "babe this is not us" or smth? so… pretty much that! lol) BUT I PROMISE it's gonna be really good in the end 🥲 trust me, please 🥺 it's the moment most of us (yes, me included!) have been waiting for! 💕 Also, this is a longer chapter, compared to the usual. Maybe a compensation for my absence? Idk! lol I just hope you guys like it! haha OKAY if I say anything else, it'll be a spoiler lol love y'all to death!!! my readers are my babies, my lil angels… I truly freaking love you guys so much!!! 🫀⚘

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Chapter 5

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I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body

Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

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I can see you staring, honey, like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury 

exile (Taylor Swift, Bon Iver)

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The air was thick and chaotic at the Olo'eyktan's hut that morning. Everyone seemed to be a bit too restless, either getting ready to go show up to their duties to the clan, like Neytiri, or thinking about some personal struggle, like Kiri, who was lost in thought, looking a bit sad. But she was also mixing some herbs and flowers, preparing a thick, violet colored substance that was used to treat wounds, that she would later give to Neytiri. Kiri would always help Neytiri a lot, assisting her in her Tsahìk position in the Omatikaya clan.

But Neteyam still stood out among the whole family. He was unmistakably grumpy that morning, Lo’ak noticed, as he was - once again - watching the weird way his older brother was behaving. Neteyam was not being his usual calm and caring self. He was not trying to take care of everyone, not giving out smiles and trying to cheer his siblings up. He was even distracted when Jake was giving him instructions about how today's training would go and giving him other orders, like telling him to keep an eye on Tuk whenever he's able to, as she was growing and becoming even smarter, more energetic and mischievous and was starting to get into more trouble, sometimes even picking fights with other girls in the clan, becoming a bit too much like Lo'ak, which had been making Jake rub the sides of his forehead in worry lately, way more often than he liked to admit.

"The Mighty Warrior, distracted when dad is telling him what to do?! What the fuck is happening?!" Lo'ak thought. Something was very wrong. And Lo’ak was determined to find out what it was.

Neteyam sat with his legs slightly open, his hands were crossed, his elbows resting on his knees. He had a lost stare in his eyes, gazing at the nothingness, looking like he was mad at someone who had just maybe punched him in the face.

He did not know how to deal with it all, that turmoil of emotions you were causing inside him felt overwhelming to the Sullys first born. He had taken on just so many challenges throughout his life and conquered most of them, but he feared you were gonna be a war that he might lose. He had to admit it bruised his ego. Suddenly, he did not feel like such a Mighty Warrior after all. An adversary that most people would judge as a weak one compared to him, a mere human girl, so small in comparison to his size, was defeating him. Suddenly all his skills with bows, arrows, big knives and even big, intimidating shotguns were not enough.

And Neteyam felt lost. He did not know what to do. For the first time in his life, his rational and smart brain could not seem to produce a war strategy that could help him win. Win you. He felt just like a wounded warrior, bleeding on the floor.

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You decided to finally answer Derek’s messages today, after ghosting him for a while. You were feeling weird and lonely. And shaken. God, still so shaken... What the hell happened last night? Did that really happen? Was it all just a dream? You could swear those words Neteyam Suli had given you, about how he was in love with you, that his hauntingly tall and broad figure, vulnerable, kneeling on the ground in front of you, telling you he could tell you desired him too, had all been just part of a weird, eerie, anxious, borderline wet dream.

You knew very well what you were doing to Derek. You were using him to forget about the mess Neteyam was making of you. You knew that was wrong and you did feel guilty and ashamed. But you also knew you had to step back into your old reality, into that familiar world, into your comfort zone, a place where there were only regular human guys interested in you, not that current unsettling reality you were living in - you could still swear it had all just been a dream. Or a nightmare, perhaps. You were not sure -, where there was an almost 10 feet tall alien boy pursuing you, declaring his love and his nearly inappropriate desire for you, talking about the intimate parts of your body in a way that made you uncomfortable, anxious but... that lured you in too, at the same time. You needed an escape from it all. Your already disturbed mind did not seem able to deal with those facts at that moment and Derek seemed like the perfect distraction. 

Damn, what had you become? That was not ethical or moral at all - using a human being like a tool to distract you from your conflicting emotions - but you did not seem to be capable of caring too much about being ethical or moral at that time. Your whole perception of the world seemed to be changing. You felt bedazzled and unsteady. You did not want to admit to yourself that you were starting to feel too much for Neteyam, that you were running away from your feelings like a thief runs away with an expensive item he just robbed. No, you were not in love with him. How could that even be? Everybody knew the na’vi don’t get romantically involved with humans. Your races were more like enemies than buddies. There were only a few humans who were loyal to the na'vi and maintained a somewhat close relationship with them, but never a romantic one. What was making you and Neteyam feel like that for each other? That could only bring problems and you sure as hell did not want more trouble in your already complicated life.

You would be better off sticking to a human male instead. It was safe and familiar. It did not make your anxiety skyrocket. But it also did not excite you a single bit. Derek caused you nothing. You could barely even feel actually turned on when he touched your body and kissed your lips. It was just like he was a habit you had gotten used to, making out with him here and there, to numb the pain you felt inside your heart almost all the time. His biggest efforts to make you wet never seemed to work. Meanwhile, Neteyam got you wet without having ever touched you. That sure spoke loud enough. 

So why were you rejecting Neteyam and going after Derek?

Maybe you felt too afraid to take a risk, to follow your heart. God knows following that damn reddish muscular organ had put you in the worst situations possible in the past. You felt numb but you felt safe. And safe felt good. Bearable, at least. You were afraid if you gave into what you felt for Neteyam you just might explode. The feelings were that strong. You did not know what to do to try and ignore that tiny but extremely annoying creature inside your brain that would always be whispering “What if something actually good came out of it? Take a risk. For once in your life, don’t play it safe.”

But you were choosing to play it safe, anyway. At least this afternoon. You were gonna meet Derek, after two weeks without doing so, and just hang out, eat junk food, drink some alcohol and talk about non important things, just laugh and be silly, like you two always used to do. He was a good friend. Too bad he never made any type of fire light up inside of you, not even in the very beginning of your rendezvous, that’s why you never got to have sex with him. You were simply not interested. At all, to be honest. You wondered why you still insisted on being physically intimate with him. There were many things in your life that you did and did not really think too much about. They were just pure routine, they just kinda happened and you let them, almost like you weren't really living your life, but only a mere spectator to the events that were happening to you. And it seemed like you felt too emotionally numb to put an end to them. Your involvement with Derek was one of those things. He started to flirt with you one day, you were bored and you thought "why not?" and now, months later, you were still caught in this situation. If anyone asked you if there was any other reason why you were gonna see Derek today other than to try and get Neteyam out of your mind, you honestly couldn't say there was. It was crystal clear to you that, even though you were fighting like crazy to deny your feelings for Neteyam, you were indeed falling for him.

But how could that be? Some days ago, he was only an Omatikaya famous warrior - and, oh, let's not forget, the next Olo'eyktan of their clan - that you had only heard people talk about.

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Neteyam was up in one of the highest tree branches he could find that day. He did not want anybody to see him, as usual, but he also did not want you to know he was watching you, either. He knew you were now aware of his constant presence around you. He knew you were not oblivious to his love anymore.

The sun was harassing his eyes, so he put his hand over them and squinted hard to try and see if the guy next to you, in the laboratory’s cafeteria, was really who he thought it was. When his eyes could get a better view, once the sun was not bothering them so much anymore, he felt something sinking in his stomach and his heartbeat accelerated considerably.

He had just confirmed who the guy was. It was that disgusting little human male that liked to act like you were his mate. Neteyam hissed ferociously, his protruding na’vi fangs looking scarier than ever, as his wide feline eyes watched Derek leaning close to your face and kissing your lips. Neteyam wanted to die - or maybe kill Derek - when he noticed you kissed him back.

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You forced a smile while looking at Derek, after you had the initiative to break that damn kiss who seemed to never end. He seemed satisfied with the fact that you two had just kissed, contrary to what you were feeling. You honestly felt like you wanted to throw up. All you could think about was how it would feel to kiss Neteyam, to smell his scent again, that was so abundantly different from what you were used to, but that fact only seemed to make you want him even more.

You looked away to try and forget the ridiculous mistake you were making by being with Derek at that moment. You were looking at the ground and your gaze moved upwards. Now your eyes were directed towards the outside of the lab. What you saw startled you beyond reason. Neteyam was squatting, up in the branches of a huge tree, not too close but not too far from the part of the laboratory you and Derek were currently in. His fangs were out, seeming bigger than ever, as he hissed ferociously. Neteyam's animalistic side had completely taken over him and you could tell.

A chill ran down your spine. You could feel in your guts something bad was about to happen.

Your heart throbbed in pain as you saw how hurt he was now that he had seen you kissing Derek, even after he - Neteyam - had confessed his feelings for you in such a vulnerable way last eclipse. You saw in his eyes how betrayed he felt, like you were just silently telling him that his love did not matter at all to you and you'd rather be with any other guy but him.

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"Hey, I'm going outside for a while, 'kay?" Derek spoke as he got up from the place he had been sitting, beside you, kissing your cheek "The boys are gonna meet me behind the lab in a while. "

Oh, no. Derek would not be safe if he went outside. Not with Neteyam spilling hate for him out of his soul like that. You had to try and find a way to keep Derek inside.

"Oh." You said, not being able to conceal your nervousness "Why don't you wait for them to actually get there before you go?!" You almost begged, visibly tense

"God, you seem nervous." He chuckled slightly, seeming uncomfortable " Is everything alright?"

"Yeah! I just want you to spend some more time with me." You pouted at him, coming up with an excuse to try and keep Derek from going out of the lab

"Sorry, sugar. It was nice hanging out and stuff but I really need to go now." He was already walking fast towards the door before you could try and talk him out of that stupid idea

You couldn't let any of the people in that cafeteria know something was up, so, you pretended everything was alright and finished eating your chips and took the last sip of your canned whisky and coke and stood up, walking slowly (when you actually wanted to freaking run) in the direction of the lab's metal door that led to outside.

You put your oxygen mask on, took a deep breath and walked out the door. 

You heard a noise, it was like a really heavy object falling to the floor. You also heard some strong thuds.

When you started to walk around to try and see what was happening, you realized your fear had become reality. Neteyam was sitting on top of Derek’s squirming body, his toned, striped thighs straddling Derek’s torax. You gasped when you realized Derek was no longer wearing his oxygen mask and Neteyam's huge hand was over Derek's mouth, preventing him from screaming for help. Neteyam looked at him like a hunter looks at their prey, while his big fangs and loud hisses put fear in the human boy's eyes. Derek was completely terrified.

Your heart beat sped up insanely and your hands were now cold as ice. You were afraid for Derek’s life.

You knew that the way Neteyam was taking out his frustration and jealousy on Derek was indescribably far from okay but still, as cruel to Derek as it seemed, you still felt incredibly sorry for the Omatikaya in front of you.

At the end of the day, you had a big percentage of blame for what he was doing right now. You were confused and afraid and torn but you knew to whom your heart belonged and it was not Derek. So why the hell were you being so selfish to the point of hurting two boys at the same time just because you didn't know how to deal with your own feelings? You realized it was time for you to stop being a coward and put an end to that madness.

You could tell Neteyam was not okay mentally and you knew that you were being toxic too, that you were contributing for his mental state to get worse with your indecisiveness and fear, despite his efforts to show you he would never hurt you. You wanted to stop hurting him and help him instead, to finally let go and admit to yourself and to him that yes, despite the way you had been acting, you were in love with him too.

"Neteyam, don't!! Let him go, please!!" You shouted, running towards the human and the na'vi boy.

You finally got close to Neteyam. He stopped and looked at you, his eyes so fiery, the calm golden pools they always used to be were now boiling with feelings of anger, jealousy, hurt and betrayal.

"For me! Please?" You pleaded him, looking deep into his eyes while stroking his strong blue arm

You watched that beast inside of Neteyam slowly calm down, as his feline ears pointed downwards and his eyes became softer. He moved his hand away from Derek’s mouth and the human boy let out a series of labored breaths. Neteyam slowly got off of him, revealing his beyond intimidating height as he stood up, and stepped away from him.

You walked as fast as you could to where Derek's oxygen mask was laying on the floor and picked it up, checking if was broken (it wasn't! Thank you, Universe.) and went back to where he was lying down and gave it back to him.

Neteyam watched your movements and felt jealous when you got close to Derek, so, once you got back to the place where you were standing before, Neteyam stood right next to your arm. His instincts told him to mark his territory.

Derek swiftly put it back on. He was almost completely out of breath. Derek breathed in deep once the mask was covering his face, taking in all the oxygen he possibly could.

"Are you okay?" You looked down at Derek’s body, searching for any visible wounds. There were none, at best. "God, I'm so sorry about this…"

"Yeah, I'm fine, somehow." Derek seemed afraid, shocked, frustrated and angry, all simultaneously, as he got off the floor and got back on his feet

"Please, don't tell anyone that you saw Neteyam or that he tried to hurt you, okay?"

"What the fuck?!! This psycho almost tried to kill me!! Why are you defending him?!"

Neteyam hissed at him when he heard what he had just called him but you squeezed his arm and he looked at you, remembering your pleas were the thing that were keeping him from killing that small, pink male. Even though it hurt him deeply that you were protecting that human, he couldn't bring himself to ignore you when you were begging him not to hurt Derek. You had Neteyam in the palm of your hand.

"You don't understand! If you let anyone in that lab know what Neteyam did to you, the RDA will eventually know about it too! Do you understand how serious this is? Do you wanna see Neteyam dead?!" You urged him, looking deep into his eyes "You could even help start another war between the humans and the na'vi. Do you understand that it is a much bigger issue than it seems to be? Just forget about what happened and I'll make sure Neteyam won't ever try to hurt you again."

Derek smirked in contempt 

"How can you be so sure he will listen to you?"

"I know he will! He loves me. And… I love him too."

Derek’s face had a big question mark all over it now and his mouth fell open.

Neteyam seemed to be shocked for a while. He did not expect you to say that, at all. He thought you would never love him back. Neteyam couldn't seem to believe those words had actually just come out of your mouth.

You breathed in deep, trying to stay calm amidst all that chaos "This thing between us…" You looked at Derek "It's over. I don't know why I was still insisting on it, I never even felt attracted to you, in the first place. I'm sorry."

"I'm outta here! All of this shit that's going on… feels like a fucking nightmare"

"Can you do as I said and not tell anyone about Neteyam? Nobody, ever? Please?!" You were nervous, brows furrowed, talking fast

"Okay!! Just let me go now! I think it's better if you and I keep some distance from each other from now on. I don't want your crazy na'vi boyfriend trying to kill me again." 

Neteyam hissed at Derek again when he heard the word "crazy" and Derek rapidly looked at him, startled, but couldn't be brave enough to spend more than some seconds staring at him, so, he swiftly looked away 

"Neteyam, please!! He's going already." You looked at Neteyam, a bit angry and impatient, asking him to calm down "Just go, Derek." You spit out and sighed, feeling physically and mentally drained after having to stop that stupid fight

Derek finally turned his back to you and Neteyam and left.

You looked at Neteyam. His eyes were glued on you. Those pretty amber eyes. His face wasn't full of hatred and anger anymore. His demeanor was much calmer now. His body language radiated love towards you. His tail was wagging softly. You felt pain and regret consuming your chest. How could you have treated Neteyam so badly last night? You realized now you couldn't hold him to the same standards you hold human males. The na'vi are animalistic beings, in spite of their high intelligence. And worse, how could you be irresponsible enough to kiss Derek even not actually wanting to, making Neteyam see it and get as hurt as he did? You sure were being trashy.

"My tawtute…" he cooed as he turned to look in your eyes "I won't let you run away from me anymore." Neteyam had a big smile on his lips "I don't care if you try to. That's all I needed to hear, that you love me. Now that you've said it, even if you didn't say it directly to me, I'm gonna fight for you even harder, even if you keep trying to push me away, I will keep bothering you." He kept smiling, blissful "You're like an Ikran. I just need to be patient with you. Eventually, I'll tame you and you'll be mine. All mine, hi'ì 'emyu." (small cook) "Bonded to me through tsaheylu. I can be patient and I will be."

You could only look at him, stare at his face and ask yourself why. Why was he willing to put so much work into making you his mate? 

"I'm not gonna run away from you anymore." You finally said "I'm done running. I'm done keeping myself miserable and alone because I'm too afraid to trust you and let you in. While trying to keep myself "safe", I was hurting myself and hurting you. I'm not doing that anymore, Neteyam. I was so stupid… I can't really say what it is, but there's just something about you… I think about you all the time, since the first time I saw you when you appeared for me outside that window. I don't believe someone can fall in love so fast but…" You were about to burst into tears "I'm in love with you."

Neteyam looked at you with the biggest smile on his plump lips, while his heart beat uncommonly fast inside his chest. He was overwhelmed with joy but as he was seeing the tears welling up in your eyes, he felt like he was about to cry too. But he didn't. Having learned throughout his whole life to always act with self control and rationality in front of everyone, - not really by choice, but because he knew that was how the Olo'eyktan to be should act, to keep a good reputation, to let his people know he was strong enough to control his emotions and not let them get in the way of him making good decisions for the Omatikaya - his ability to show some aspects of his feelings was a bit impaired now and that included crying. Even though he almost cried in front of you when you rejected him, he couldn't bring himself to cry of joy, now that you were saying that you wanna be with him too.

"I'm sorry for… what you saw. Me and Derek. I never liked him, Neteyam. He was just-"

"Yawne, no." Neteyam interrupted " It's okay. I don't wanna hear about that human." He looked disgusted only by the thought of Derek "And I don’t want you thinking about him either. You're mine now. Just forget about him. It's me that you like, right?" He gave you a gentle smile now and you nodded your head positively "Then focus on me, yawntutsyìp."

You looked at him, shyly, and smiled

"So… Can I ask for a hug, now?" your heart beat fast inside your chest cavity as you nervously said that

"Oeyä tawtute…" (my human) "You don't even need to ask." He opened his big, strong arms as he spoke "Come here."

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[mari-strider]

waspinator x reader pt2 where they do get away & join the maximals. My sweet bby bug boi deserves to be loved😤😤😤💚💚💚💛💛💛💚💚💚🐝🐝🐝🐝⚘🌷🌷🌹💐💐🌺🍯🍯🍯🍭🍬🍫🥛🎂🍦🍨🍨🍩🍮 good job on your writings have some flowers & sweets above in favor of our fav bug boi.

Three years later and your is wish granted!! <3 Thanks y'all for putting up with me and s/o to my irl lovebug that got me inspired to write again!

Waspinator/Reader Pt. 2

Life was finally looking up for Waspinator.

He had miraculously escaped the Predacon base with you in tow, alluding Megatron's clutches by having disabled your tracker. Not as if it really mattered. The t-rex knew exactly where the two of you were headed. For as stupid as he was, Megatron wasn't dumb enough to launch a full scale attack on a Sentinel protected Maximal base.

Waspinator's days were no longer filled with dread and hopelessness, but rather your dazzling smiles and tender touches. He was greeted every morning with the sight of you nestled into his side. Your sleeping face - angelic and ethereal. His mandibles would twitch gleefully as you cracked your eyes as you came to your senses, his cooing and the purring of his engine stirring you slowly awake.

Like so many other mornings, today was no different. Waspinator beamed down at you as you blinked to consciousness. Traces of sleep were evident in your smile and voice as you greeted your bot, "Morning, lovebug."

"Hrnzz good morning, fleshy bot." His arm around you gave you a light squeeze as he buried his face in your tousled hair. "Did fleshy bot zzleep well?"

You giggled at the tickling sensation of his words on your scalp. "I slept well, thank you for asking. Though, I am a little hungry." As if to prove your point, your stomach let out a growl. Laughing at the comedic timing, you untangled yourself from the grasp of both the blanket and Waspinator.

"No problem!! Letzz go steal from the Maximalzz food zztorage!" His optics squinted mischievously.

"It's not exactly stealing if they're letting us take from their storage, sweetheart."

"Hmmzz-" he scratched his chin in thought, "Waspinator zzuposes fleshy bot is right."

Grinning, you extended your hand for him to take. "Now that we settled that, let's go eat!" With Waspinator in tow, you exited your room and walked towards the small eating area the Maximals had created ever since gaining their half-organic forms.

The two of you had been happily chatting and eating when Cheetor prowled in from his usual morning patrol.

“Hey Cheetor! Anything interesting out there?” You waved the big cat over to where you and Waspinator were sitting.

“Sup shortstack! . . .And uh, hi to you too.” Cheetor gave the briefest of glances towards the green bot. Instead, opting to focus his fuzzy face on you. “No, nothing fun to report. But I could always take you with me on my next patrol! It definitely beats hanging out here all day.”

It was impossible to miss the way Waspinator’s wings buzzed in irritation at the feline’s remark. As irritated as Waspinator was, he knew better than to pick an outright fight with the people currently hosting the two of you. Without the Maximal base, not much would stand between the pair of you and Megatron’s ire.

Wishing to defuse the tension you gave a light laugh before answering Cheetor. “Thank you but I like it here, truly!” You nudged Waspinator’s side with your elbow, “And the company is pretty great too.” It wasn’t really the whole truth. You were getting a bit stir crazy to be completely honest but saying that would only serve to make Waspinator feel worse. Thankfully it seemed you said the right thing, evident by the way your insectoid bot had a smug look on his face to which Cheetor only quietly scoffed.

Emboldened and wishing to rub in Cheetor’s face the fact that you chose him over the cat bot, he turned to you with a happy squint of his optics “Fleshy bot come with Wazzpinator to get more food now, yes?”

It would be obvious by one look at your plates that the two of you were nowhere near done eating. You briefly wondered if your sweet bug understood how much of an open book he was. Knowing what he was up to, you could do nothing else but smile at his antics.

“That sounds like a great idea, lovebug.”

#thanks yall for sticking around *i get booed off stage* #tf #waspinator #waspinator/reader #waspinator x reader #my writing

[angelickks]

angelickk's masterlist ! ੈ✩‧₊˚

"MY LOVE IS MINE ALL MINE"

★・・・・★★・・・・★★・・・・★★

✰ = smut ☽ = fluff ⚘ = angst

blog status ✩ 18+ ✩ nsfw, mdni

MIGUEL O'HARA , SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

✩ husband! miguel o'hara x spiderwoman wife! : headcanon , pt. 2 ☽

miguel o'hara and his wife, but make it headcanons!

✩ fond, drabble ☽

miguel oʻhara is very fond of you.

✩ cara mia, miguel o’hara drabble ☽

“I would kill for her, I would die for her. Either way, what bliss”

JAVIER PEÑA, NARCOS

✩ casual, javier peña fic, pt. 2 ⚘✰

You don’t casually fuck your friends. Not even when they’re undressing you with their eyes alone, making you squeeze your thighs together hoping they won’t notice. But they always do. You’ve made your trips to the sun and will burn a thousand times more if it feels as good as his hands. 

FRANCISCO ʻCATFISHʻ MORALES, TRIPLE FRONTIER

✩ free use, kinktober drabble ✰

“Fuckin’ nuisance these things, not sure why I continue buying them” His fingers skid gently across your covered slit, soaking the garment as he applies more pressure.

✩ex-wife, drabble⚘

 He hadn’t heard that voice in almost two years, that soft angelic voice he had missed since the ink on his divorce papers dried. 

xtras ! - i strictly write for fictional characters, recommend checking here for further detail !

requests - open (welcome thoughts + brainrots)

i currently am writing for miguel o'hara + oscar isaac characters, pedro pascal characters, more will be added in the future but thats where my brains been at lately!

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[atthewhisky]

thoughts. do you also think that current ax would like to be called daddy? yes? no? am i just weird?

#⚘ - angel's thoughts #axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose x reader #hm #sometimes i do wonder

[suniverseastro]

Astrology observation #1

- 🐣People whose sign and house are in harmony with each other can easily be more comfortable with themselves, being alone is fun, others are happy too.

+ 🦑🦋Opposite Sign and House: like to go out and connect with different ideas, have analysis, accept different thoughts, interests, ideas formed from the surrounding environment

🦋+ Sign and House hard aspects: Often feels detached, has difficulty getting along when alone, and has a strong internal drive to overcome and change obstacles

+ ⚘🌷🌻Big 6 has many planets with the same sign, which makes them more focused and unified (not to mention house), more peaceful

+ 🐋🐋Raising Pisces often feels like a fairy, something very lovely and pure, giving a small, fanciful feeling like a little angel.

+🦀 Raising Cancer does not like to go out very much, except in places that feel safe and familiar, in addition, their imagination can lead them to places they may have never been, intuitively sharp.

+ 🦀🐡🐳People with Cancer position often have a slightly round, bulging (not fat), full body

+ ⚘🐋🤗😚Mercurial Cancer are people who are considerate, caring and make others feel protected and safe like at home.

+ Mars Virgo work act as it is, natural, work like work ??

+ 〰️Fire sign's hair is often wavy and bouncy

+ Difficult angles with Pluto, Chiron, Moon often bring traumatic events🔥⚡

+ Sagittarius position makes them like to share knowledge with others and good at teaching

+ Capricorn moon sign is very safe and reserved in sharing personal feelings, they are very disciplined and work orderly, or with Capricorn position in big 6, too, it should be seen to do so.

+ The Moon Sign in the 4th, 8th, and 12th house or house makes them need more alone time because they are more receptive to the energy around them, making them easy to lose energy and scatter.

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[evelxtus]

Heyyyy can i request platonic venti and scaramouche with a best friend reader who's constantly sleep deprived and them taking care of reader? good day/night!

℘ . . . reader who's sleep deprived. ⚘ // hc’s.

featuring · venti, scaramouche & gn!reader.

note · hope you like it! our boys would care a lot, we can all agree on that. 💕 please, like and reblog if you like! thank you!

Venti. ⚘

Venti is every day asking you how you slept. Each. single. day. When it comes to this topic, the archon becomes such a serious person it's even scary. That same seriousness that makes you think “it's true, I forgot he's not a simple bard who loves alcohol. He is also a god.”

Looks for any reason that could cause you stress or discomfort, and try to eliminate it as soon as possible, seeing if that way your sleep schedule can normalize a bit. And if it doesn't work... it will be a matter of time. He always finds a way to help you, and this will be no exception.

If nothing works and one day you find yourself wandering around not knowing what else to do, he will come looking for you. No matter how late it is, you will find him awake, as if he is waiting for you.

“Do you want to go for a drink?... Don't worry, I was kidding. Shall we go and take a walk, then? The sky is clear, and the stars look especially bright today. Perhaps being in contact with nature will help you stay in peace. You can sleep if you want. I will stand guard and protect you.”

Scaramouche. ⚘

Scara probably doesn't seem to give much thought to this problem. Of course, the reality is just the opposite. He actually cares a lot about it, and it's quite noticeable because of some... nice words he dedicates to you.

“What the hell is that look on your face? Don't come near me while I'm working, you distract me.”

He knows exactly what's happening to you. And he's not going to sit idly by, not if you're the one affected, even taking desperate measures if necessary.

“Get your room ready, Y/N. And take two mattresses. Today when I finish my work I am heading to your house.”

Exactly. He is about to try to establish a sleep routine with you, one that can help you. He even brought a notebook with him to record the times you "bother him" during the night. Also to write down some statistics of what may be affecting you, noting the intensity of light, temperature, quality of the home environment, etc. Scara's quite detailed about it.

So, yep. He can act like a gremlin by day, and be your guardian angel by night.

© evelxtus.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader platonic #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin venti #venti x reader platonic #venti scenarios #venti headcanons #venti imagines #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader platonic #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche headcanon #scaramouche scenario #koi — [🍥]

[solarisgod]

passes Micah a bouquet of white fluffed dandelions ⚘ ♡

 Micah's lips twitch at the lovely sight of their favourite flowers . They know they gifted their parents dandelions every single day when they were six , even in grown white seeds that are easy to be taken off before they will drift away . Mimi never considered the mess she made whenever she brought them to home , having fluffs scattered across the rooms ⅋ floors . Mimi simply thought she was blessing their family with star wishes in flower seeds . It was around a year later when they learnt more about dandelions , they were horrified that they would always make a disarray bringing these " weeds " in , yet , their parents were never held any forms of negativity towards them for that . They only accepted Micah's dandelions ─ love . It is endearing Evangel have done the same to Micah a year after she was adopted .

 With Silversoul out on the walk while Evangel is accompanying , they let out a warm chuckle when Evangel passes the dandelions to them . In a blink of an eye , Micah sees Mimi gifting the flowers to them , solemnly gazing at them . Micah accepts the dandelions with sweet gratitude . ❝ Thanks , Angel ! ❞ they beam , amazed to have this many in their hand . For a good moment do they admire the white plants with a tilt of their head , eyes shining . Carefully , then , to avoid many of the seeds to fall , they give their sibling a near embrace with their left arm over her shoulders . Micah feels younger again like this . Mike is enjoying this . ❝ Blow 'em with me ! ❞ Doing so together , giggling , they watch the fluff seeds drift off , blessing the park in softest stars like snowflakes . The sky brightens .

#HOPEBORN #/// #// #/ #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ EVANGEL . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ HOPEBORN . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ IC . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ ANSWERS . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ STUDY . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ V : MAIN / ACT I.III. . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ MICAH . › #[ bababbbbiiiesssss I LOVE THEEEMMM SMSMSM <<<333 ]

[luveline]

loveliest jade.. you feel like the older sister that i never had but always wanted, you and your personality feel like a warm weighted blanked in a freshly made bad after a long day and hot shower. you are kindest, most angelic person on this forsaken platform and i wish i could squeeze you and take all the bad days away from you, and then your writing.. YOUR WRITING is literally the best thing on this world, i would read a hundred books of yours if you’d ever publish one. your writing feels like seeing flowers bloom for the first time after winter, it’s so so ethereal i can’t really put it into words.. it just brings me great comfort and i always come back to it when i need a little pick me up and a little time away <3 you feel like a very very good friend even though we only get little glimpses of your life but thank you for being you and running this blog <3 i love having a place where i can escape to like your blog

this is so sweet im literally gonna hug you to death. i shared that you'd said this (not everything just the jist) with my younger sister and she said ,"well, you're okay," 😂 i try to be as nice as possible on here and just be normal because i don't think i was that nice of a person growing up and i want to be better and make people happy!! i honestly don't remember basically any of my childhood but my sisters always say i was a nightmare in my tween/young teen years and i just cringe thinking about being that person. which is a really long way to say thank you, it means so much to me that you think that of me!!

and my writing, i could really cry!! you're so nice 😭 it has been easy and has felt good to open up on here and become less private about my life simply because you and everyone like you makes me feel really accepted. i thought i was a little freak tbh but u guys make me feel normal :D I'm really glad to lend u some comfort with my writing because that's exactly what it gives me!! tysm for being here and for reading, im lucky and thrilled to have you ♥⚘

#jade's asks #ily

[eternalbuckley]

MY TAGS.

here is finally an overview with the tags i mostly use for everything i post here.

⚘; — talking ✧♡ (my random thoughts, rants, news about upcoming fanfics, and more)

⚘; — my lovely anons ✧♡ (i‘m answering the messages of my anons)

⚘; — my angels ✧♡ (any interactions with my moots)

⚘; — my writing ✧♡ (all my works)

⚘; — my recs ✧♡ (my favorite stories of other amazing writers on here! [reblogs])

⚘; — requests i‘ve done ✧♡ (i wrote your requests)

⚘; — my babies ✧♡ (i'm using this whenever i reblog/talk about anything that involves my comfort characters/celebs)

⚘; — nsfw [18+] ✧♡ (i'm using this whenever i reblog/talk about anything that involves nsfw/18+ content)

#⚘; — my masterlists ✧♡

⚘; — miscellaneous ✧♡ (things i like and reblog, something like moodboards)

⚘; — navigation ✧♡ (every post that i have linked in my navigation)

last updated: 26th december 2023

#⚘; — navigation ✧♡

[writingmeraki]

# PRI'S MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST ❀

here lies all miscellaneous works ranging from every series,movies or even person I'm obsessed with at the moment !

# INDEX :

⟨ ✾⟩ : angst.

⟨☆⟩ : crack/humour.

⟨⚘⟩ : fluff.

⟨✦⟩ : romance.

⟨✰⟩ : reader's favourite.

⟨♡⟩ : personal/author's favourite.

SK NT.

❀ CHO GUESUNG

oneshots

worth it ? [ ⚘ ✦]

When your best friend, the one and only Heechan, sets you up with someone who he knows is the perfect match for you, you begin to contemplate his words when said perfect match almost leaves you stranded. Definitely not the first impression Guesung had hoped for.

mini series

fools of love : part 1 | part 2 [ ⚘ ✾✦] [ ✰ ]

being jealous of the stars in your eyes whenever you smiled because he knew they were caused by anyone but him or so he thought.

drabbles

angel kisses [⚘ ] [ ♡ ]

headcanons

guesung as a dad ! [ ⚘ ]

❀ SON HEUNGMIN

drabbles

[ 11 : 37 ] [⚘] [ ♡ ]

❀ LEE KANGIN

drabbles

hey stupid, I love you ! [ ⚘ ✦]

XO,KITTY.

❀ MIN HO

oneshots

you're no good for me. [ ⚘ ☆✦] [ ✰♡ ]

five times you thought he didn't care and the one time he showed you he did.

( or five times you were oblivious to how much he truly cared and the one time he made it obvious. )

mini series

hot & cold ! : part 1 [ ⚘ ✾✦] [ ✰ ]

Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.

( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)

drabbles

i heart u ! [ ⚘ ✦]

texts/smau

bf minho texts | a mini follow up ! [ ⚘ ☆✦]

headcanons

minho as your bee eff &lt;3 ! [ ⚘ ✦] [ ✰♡ ]

❀ KIM DAEHEON

nothing yet !

❀ YURI HAN

nothing yet !

...more to come !

BARBIE (2023)

❀ BARBIE

... soon !

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION ( 2023 )

❀ RORONOA ZORO

mini series

hazy eyes, clear thoughts : part 1 [ ✦♡]

in which letting your drunken mouth spill your sober thoughts leads you to a very unexpected consequence. ( read: everyone saw it coming except you and **** )

drabbles

cold enough to chill my bones. [ ⚘ ✦♡ ]

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

zoro bf texts ! [ ⚘✦☆ ]

series

eyes don't lie | masterlist [ ✦⚘ ☆ ✾♡ ]

In a twisted series of events that rendered you useless and completely hopeless, you would laugh at yourself if you knew that a cheery ball of sunshine and his crew of crooked pirates would end up saving your life and apparently also changing the whole trajectory of what you'd always thought was your future. ( or in which you learn what it's like to live as you embark on a journey with the supposed king of pirates and his crew where one particular mold green headed dumbass always irked your heartbeat, maybe you needed a cardiologist. )

❀ VINSMOKE SANJI

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

❀ MONKEY D. LUFFY

texts/smau

would u still love me if i were a worm ? [ ⚘✦☆ ]

MY DEMON.

❀ JEONG GU-WON

nothing yet !

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023

#[ pri's masterlist ] #[ pri's navigation ] #[ miscellaneous masterlist ] #sk nt #cho guesung #son heungmin #lee kangin #sk football fanfic #xo kitty #xo kitty min ho #xo kitty fanfic #xo kitty x reader #min ho x reader #barbie x reader #barbie #one piece live action #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #my demon #jeong guwon x reader #jeong guwon

[lychniis]

Brainrots you say? 👀

So, as you may or may not know I'm like, a huge enthusiast for domestic scenarios.

So basically, imagine coming home and finding them (specifically my biases in this case: Ayato, Zhongli and Alhaitham) sound asleep on the sofa. Hair splayed on the pillows, cheek cutely squished against it, maybe quietly snoring. It would take all my willpower to not pounce on them immediately and smother them with kisses and cuddles.

Like, there is just something so cute and adorable about finding someone you love asleep. In their most vulnerable state, basically.

Zhongli and Alhaitham both would probably just lie there with a book on their chest because they fell asleep while reading. Maybe the finger still stuck in between the pages to not forget where they stopped.

Ayato doesn't strike me as someone who usually falls asleep on the sofa. Like 99% of the time it would probably be his desk if he randomly falls asleep somewhere. Once he wakes up again there's probably some document stuck to his cheek, haha! But if you ever find him asleep on the sofa it would be even cuter because of how rare it is to find him there.

my brain went brr brr brr at the thought juhygtfdsdfghju- and OFC YOU'RE THE SUCKER FOR FLUFF and they're all delicious, thank you-

⚘ — TIME FOR SOME SHUTEYE.

i. SYNOPSIS : you walk into them sleeping and it's a whole mood from there - aka ; some napping headcanons because we love some domesticity amidst the pain and suffering of my works. ( al haitham / ayato / zhongli x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : al haitham legitimately being a piece of shit even in sleep mode, ayato also being a piece of shit but in a cute way and zhongli being pure soft and wholesome but also still giving the reader low key heart attacks. NOT PROOFREAD.

# masterlist

&& . al haitham · ( how to trigger muscle memory 101 )

congratulations, you've caught al haitham in the midst of a rare power nap! it's rare finding him in a state of vulnerability like this, with his work with the akademiya and his little side quests ( do they count as espionage? is that a word you can use for them??? ).

and it's strange too, you'd think. if you know al haitham well enough, he does tend to conduct himself with a certain amount of discipline at least. no soft corners, no lapses in demeanor, no wavering stares or displays of weakness ( except with you, he's always softer with you ).

but he's here now, splayed over the couch while the spine of a book is squished against his cheek. there is a sweetness to it, seeing the usual sharpness he came with melt and weather into a picture so innocent. you briefly wonder if he was like this too when he was still a child, as naïve and angelic as he presents himself now.

you don't want to ruin the moment. that and you want to bask in it a little longer, so a gentle kiss on his cheek suffices and he shifts and leans into your touch with a soft groan.

until kaveh's huff behind you snaps out of it and you see the inkwell in his hand.

"are you sure about that?" you might ask uncertainly, keeping your voice low.

"call it karma." kaveh shrugs.

the moment he gets close, his ink blotted fingers inches away from al haitham's cheek, he's suddenly flung across the room.

you look at al haitham, brows raised while kaveh screams vitriol and profanity, but the scribe continues his nap.

( "i know you're awake you little shit-" kaveh hisses when you leave to find a first aid kit. al haitham snores louder, completely unbothered, as the balance of the world willed it. )

&& . kamisato ayato · ( is he a asleep or awake ; that's the question )

ayato lives within the uncanny valley of him napping and not napping. sometimes you catch him shutting his eyes and dozing off and on others, he stubbornly stays awake and forces himself through his work.

an undeniable fact though, is how graceful he is. his posture is still maintained save for the slight slump in his shoulders and the bow of his head, and his hands usually come to rest on his lap.

he's a light sleeper too, easily woken if you pass by and your footsteps ae too heavy, so you take care to avoid the creaks on the wood floor and opening the shoji screens with little control. maybe you'll be lucky enough to watch him from a distance with a soft smile on your face.

the first time you did sneak close and approach him, funnily enough, he showed no signs of stirring. you find it strange, but you cup his cheeks in your hand and you sneak a kiss on his forehead. then you quickly shuffle away, stifling back a giddy giggle.

it happens again and again and again till it was a ritual of sorts. a kiss on his forehead while you cradle his face before you exit.

one day you were too busy, too distracted and you could only linger a moment, stroking your thumb over his skin. when you ready yourself to leave however, you did not expect ayato's hands to wind around your wrists or his eyes to crack open and look at you with playful sadness.

"no kisses for me this time, love?" he asks.

you're silent for a moment.

"dammit ayato-" you groan, feeling embarrassment and exasperation and affection all at once. this schemer, this little UGH-

ayato only laughs and kisses you properly. "don't skip out next time." he whispers. from then on, you don't.

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( he purrs guys ; he purrs and it's adorable )

if seeing al haitham take a nap is rare, it's even rarer to see zhongli take one. a part of it is being an ex-god and a part of it has to do with his schedule. but being a mortal meant doing mortal things that this mortal vessel enjoys.

a few months in and he's taking quick naps around the house. you know, just old man vibing, laying back on the couch with his hands tangled with whatever he was doing last. sometimes it's a pen and a notepad, and if you tilt the paper just a bit, you'd see a detailed list ( ranging from important dates and appointments and financial dealings to chores ).

other times it's a rock settled in his fist and you notice a trend where those rocks somehow finds itself on your desk ( zhongli would be smiling his little smile at the kitchen if you dare peek. he was not subtle at all ).

sometimes it's a book with the edge of the bookmark tangled around his finger tips. those were the constants, where zhongli always seemed to be grasping something when he dozes off.

and should you touch his hands, by some ancient instinct, he engulfs it in his own. that, is where the purring starts. easy to miss at first till it steadily grows louder and louder and suddenly you can feel his vibrating chest down to your toes.

but another quirk of his genuinely terrified you.

zhongli...does not move when he's napping. in fact, he doesn't even look like he's breathing. so when you walked in on one of his sessions for the first time, you thought he was dead and reacted like any normal human being : by panicking.

all things considered though, he's actually a pretty heavy sleeper unless he assumes he's in immediate danger. and yes, unfortunately you screaming is just the thing that gets him off the couch with a frantic look on his face.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD-" you cried when he wrapped his arms around you in comfort.

"and i thought you were dying." he mutters in turn.

( the two of you laugh about it over tea now. )

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

FIRST POST OF 2023!! hey look guys i have some fluff and more fluff for you!!! maybe dust is beginning to take me down the fluff route and i won't be posting pain and torture any more : D *nervously glances at the two oneshots and two series drafts in store* NOPE NO ANGST.

but seriously, thank you for the prompt! i really loved the fluffy concept and i seriously needed an excuse to start writing more for al haitham and ayato. who knew you'd swoop in XD!

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