#Also the voices switch halfway through sorry

[reigobun]

Evelyn Evelyn - a three buckets animatic

#art #adventure time #fanart #finn the human #fern the human #finn mertens #fern mertens #THIS TOOK SO LONG I AM GONE #this flops i die #i really like evelyn evelyn #And I got lazy at the end sorry #Also the voices switch halfway through sorry #Anyways more tags #my art #animation #animatic #finn and fern #three buckets #grass demon #uh #adventure time fanart

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

What're friends for?

AN: As a fellow weeb, bringing up Soobin and hentai was only a matter of time. This is just crack tbh. Also, this is just me once again pushing the Boobs enthusiast! Soobin and Sub! Soobin agendas. (Also also, I was tipsy while editing this so, hopefully it's some level of coherent 💀)

Synopsis: A night that was supposed to be spent watching anime with your best friend takes a sharp turn when he accidentally forgets to close his hentai tab.

Heads up: Choi Soobin x Fem! Reader, mostly pwp, friends to friends who fuck, crack, mentions of hentai, Dom! Reader, Sub! Soobin, dirty talk, Reader thinks Soobin is cute and calls him cute a lot, handjob, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader has boobs big enough to give Soobin a titjob, titjob and Soobin cums on Reader's face and tiddies.

Word count: 2353

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"Hurry up!" you yell, making yourself comfortable on Soobin's bed as you wait for him to return from the kitchen with drinks.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. It's not like My Hero is going to go anywhere," he retorts when he finally returns with two glasses and a bottle of soda, shutting the door behind him.

"Yeah but, we barely get to spend time together in person and I don't want to waste it," you respond, moving over a little so he can comfortably settle beside you.

"True but, you don't need to yell," he says, rolling his eyes at you and grabbing his remote to switch on his TV.

Any response you have dies on your tongue when loud moans assault your ears. You're startled when you turn to see hentai playing on Soobin's screen. A pretty graphic scene of the male protagonist getting a titfuck from a woman with a...generous bust plays out on the screen, obscene sounds emitting from both of them.

Soobin fumbles with the remote, rushing to turn the TV off as quickly as he can. Silence rings out throughout his bedroom.

"Don't," is all he manages to choke out, his face speedrunning its way into scarlet territory.

"Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. A lot of people watch porn," you say sincerely.

Soobin makes a noise that's a combination of embarrassment, frustration and distress. He refuses to look in your direction, choosing instead to stare holes into his bedroom door. Looking for all the world that he hopes the earth underneath him would open and swallow him whole.

"Seems like I was right about you being a boob guy atleast," you say jokingly, trying to ease the tension in the air.

He turns to face you so fast you're half surprised he doesn't snap his neck. "Who- how- why are you talking about what I prefer?" He asks, and his voice cracks halfway through.

"Soobin, relax, none of this is that big of a deal," you shrug, "You're not exactly... subtle when you take peaks at my boobs. Also, I just think you have boob guy energy. Can't really explain it beyond that."

You've never seen Soobin look like he's wished for death more than right now.

"I'm sorry for staring at your- um- it's inappropriate and really disrespectful-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm not offended. I'm pretty flattered, actually," you respond with a wave of your hand.

He looks stunned then, "Wha-what? You're not offended? Wait, you're flattered? Why?"

"Who doesn't feel flattered when someone thinks they're attractive?" You ask with a laugh, "Really, this doesn't have to be a big deal, Soobin."

"You're not the one whose porn habit was just exposed," he fires back but, it's difficult to take him seriously with that cute flush still colouring his cheeks.

"I don't mind sharing if you're really that curious,"

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"Yet you think I'm attractive so, what does that say about you?"

Soobin looks like he's 5 seconds away from yelling.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," you soothe with minimal laughter this time around. Giving his arm a comforting squeeze. He says nothing after that, and the two of settle into a tense silence. However, you've always been too curious and talkative for your own good.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Tried what?" He asks with his face scrunched up cutely in confusion.

"What they were doing in the hentai. Have you ever gotten a titjob?" You ask, genuinely curious.

The strangled noise he let's out starts to make you consider that maybe you are taking this a little too far.

"No," he mumbles out, dragging his hand across his face and pointedly looking at anything in his room that isn't you.

"Would you like to?"

"What?" Soobin's wide, startled eyes meeting yours. As though he's not entirely sure he heard you correctly.

"Would you like one? I wouldn't mind," you say sincerely. You've always thought your best friend was attractive and, clearly, he thinks you're attractive too. The circumstances couldn't be more perfect if you tried.

Soobin just stares at you for a long minute. His lips parted, and eyes wide.

"Are you... serious?"

"Yeah. I know I tease and joke a lot but, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't serious,"

"You don't have to do this out of some misplaced sense of pity or whatever. I'll survive being embarrassed,"

"I'm not. I really want to. You can obviously say no. I'd never hold it against you, but I'm not offering out of pity. Not in the slightest,"

Soobin seems to still not believe this is all real, but he doesn't look quite as skeptical, and he's looking at you now, so that's a start.

"Okay," he says so softly that you almost miss it. Anticipation courses through you when his words do finally register. You shuffle closer to him then. Feeling a bit of pride when his blush darkens and his hands nervously toy with his sheets.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Yes," the already breathy quality of his voice makes your insides squirm. It's cute how he jumps slightly when your hand rests dangerously high on his thigh. You don't give him much time to think about it, though, because soon your lips are against his.

The moan he let's out goes straight to pussy. A dull ache already settling in as you try your best not to push him down and straddle his lap. You can't help the uptick of your lips when you feel him shudder as your tongue teases his mouth. He's just so fucking cute.

"You can touch me, you know," you tell him when you trail kisses along his jaw. Your hand moving further up his thigh as you shift closer to him.

"I did-didn't want to ma-make you uncomfortable," he stutters out, hands hovering nervously over you. "Soobin, you're going to be fucking my tits. It's completely fine to touch me," and to prove your point, you grab one of his gigantic hands and press it to one of your breasts.

Choosing not to wear a bra today definitely worked out for you. He seems to take initiative from there. Tentatively squeezing and letting a breathless 'fuck' as he takes in how soft you are.

Before you can utter more teasing remarks, his other hands weaves its way into your hair, and he meets your lips in a frenzied kiss. You moan against his pillowy lips when his thumb brushes over your nipple through your shirt. That just seems to egg him on more. Groaning into you when he gives you a particularly harsh squeeze.

For your part, your hands toy with the waistband of his sweats. Smiling when you feel his abdomen tense and jump with ever brush of your fingertips.

"Y/n," he whines, hips jerking towards you. "Yes?" You pull back and ask coyly, the ache between your thighs worsening as you take in how dishevelled he already looks.

"You're playing with me," he says with a pout and god, you want to ruin him. However, you push down the thought. You don't want to scare him off so soon.

"Playing with you? How?" You ask, titling your head in faux confusion.

"You're teas-teasing me. I want you t-to touch me," he rushes out so quickly you nearly miss his words. When you register what he says, your walls clench hard. You're a little surprised he said it so directly. Maybe he's becoming desperate. Cute.

"I am touching you, Soobin," you don't fail to notice the way he shudders when you say his name.

"You know what I mean,"

"I don't. You have to be specific,"

For a brief moment, you think he isn't going to respond. Maybe too embarrassed to tell you what he wants exactly.

"I want you to touch my cock," he whispers and, you pounce.

You don't give him a moment to comprehend what's happening. Kissing him fiercely as your hand snakes its way down his sweats and boxers. You both moan into each other at the contact. Fuck, he's much bigger than you fantasised about. Hot and incredibly hard in your palm.

"You're already so hard," you tease as you dot kisses along his jaw and, barely stroke him. The copious amounts of the pre-cum he's leaked out making for an easy glide nonetheless. Briefly, you wonder if he'd let you sit on it and ride him to your heart's content. Another time maybe.

"Yeah, for you," he moans, eyes fluttering shut and hips jolting against your hand to get as much friction as he can. It's not fair in the slightest how good he looks like this. His words certainly don't help either.

Impatiently, you tug his boxers and sweats down, and the sight of him flushed an appealing red makes you clench hard.

"Is it okay if I suck you off? Going in dry wouldn't be...pleasant," you ask, watching him for any signs of hesitance. However, you're met with the opposite. A throaty groan falling from his plush lips and his cock twitching against his stomach. This man really might just be the death of you.

"Yeah, it's okay," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as the blush in his cheeks darken.

"You're so fucking cute," you breathe, kissing his neck and stroking him less leisurely this time around. His moans and the jerky, shallow thrusts of his hips into your hand make you grin against his skin and, your insides squirm.

"Shut up," he retorts but, it's severely undercut by how fucked out he already sounds. His hands gripping the sheets harshly.

"Oh?" You ask with faux innocence, stilling your hand around the base of his cock. Biting back a giggle when he whines and tries to fuck your hand for any sort of friction.

"Fu-fuck, fine. I'm so-sorry. I'm sorry, okay?" He grits out.

"Good boy," you say with a grin that's likely a tad too smug. Giving his jaw one more kiss, you ease yourself onto his floor. Honestly, you're impressed you're being so composed about all of this. Your breath stuttering in your lungs when you're eye level with his ridiculously appealing cock.

Soobin feels himself throb when your soft breaths hit him. It's made worse when he sees your tongue lick your lips and the look in your eyes. You look like you want to devour him.

The sharp gasp he let's out when you take your first lick of him goes straight to your clit. Ruined panties sticking to you uncomfortably as you familiarise yourself with the slightly salty taste that is all Soobin. His hips instinctively buck into you when you finally decide to stop toying with the poor man and, see how far you can take him.

"Fuc-fuck, sorry," he groans, eyes shut tightly as he tries his best to reign in his reactions. Such a cutie. You'd tell him so if your mouth wasn't filled with his dick. A mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum slipping past your lips and down your chin. Your hand stroking what you can't fit in your mouth and making sure he's thoroughly coated.

However, as much as you'd happily make him cum down your throat and keep sucking him off until he cries, tonight isn't about that.

His eyes are frantic and glassy when they meet yours. He looks so genuinely offended that you stop sucking him off that it almost makes you laugh. "Why?" Is all his foggy brain can seem to supply and you really want to kiss him.

Instead of answering him with words, you tug off your shirt and Soobin doesn't seem so upset anymore. Fiery eyes take in your breasts and committing them to memory. You don't fail to notice his cock twitching against his stomach, a fresh drop of pre-cum leaking out of him. God, he's just so easy.

"Still complaining?" You can't help but, tease. However, any response he would've given you dies on his tongue when you cup your breasts and envelope his slick cock in them.

The moan that flies from his lips is so wanton and broken that you can practically feel yourself soaking through your shorts. His eyes are shut as he tries his best not to fuck up into your ridiculously soft tits. Such a good boy.

You notice his large hands grip his sheets even more fiercely than before when you start to move. Allowing him to get accustomed to the glide of his cock between the valley of your breasts.

"Fe-Feels so good," he stutters out, weakly bucking into your touch. You've never felt more aroused in your entire life. He's so sensitive and responsive. You're sure you could have him cumming within minutes.

You bite back a grin when he gasps as you lick and suck at the head of his cock that pokes out. Looking up at him through fluttering lashes with his tip in your mouth and the rest of him nestled comfortably between your unfairly soft tits. His pre-cum and your saliva smearing your breasts.

You knew it wouldn't take much but, it still startles you when Soobin cums. He babbles out apologies as his hips jolt against you. His warm, thick cum landing on your tongue, face and breasts before you can even fully comprehend what just happened.

His cum isn't unpleasant. A little salty and you swallow it as he cock begins to soften between your breasts. You give him an apologetic look when he shudders as you slowly remove him from between your breasts. Looking around for anything to clean yourself up with.

"Fuck, again I'm so sorry," he apologises reaching into his bedside table for a few tissues, "here you go. I didn't mean to...make a mess."

Those words really shouldn't affect you as much as they do. At this point, you're sure even your shorts are ruined.

"It's okay. Honestly, it was really hot seeing you fall apart like that,"

The embarrassed, strained groan he gives you makes you smile harder than perhaps strictly necessary. He really is just so easy.

#choi soobin smut #soobin smut #txt smut

[rafescurtainbangz]

Rafe x Kook!Reader Blurb

Gahhh!!! Thank you so much for your ask. I’m sorry it took me so long.

Also, it's me and rafe 🥹

+18 (mentions of smut)

*lightly edited

Rafe x Female Reader

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You two haven't seen each other long, but when you show up to the course with a bag of Callaway REVAs, he can't help but get a little rattled, especially when he's used to his girls play caddie, if that. He watches you smooth out your Vouri dress, slipping on your glove and Callaway hat before pulling your pony through the back. His eyes double, as you lean down to tie your shoes, catching a glimpse of your dress’s built-in shorts where he would typically see lace, ass, or nothing at all.

“I didn't know you were a golfer, princess,” his voice wavers.

To which you smile and nod. “You didn't? Yeah. Since I was six.” He swallows hard as the stakes are quickly raised.

Suddenly, Rafe Cameron is nervous.

How would he impress you now? What if you won?

You came out of the front nine in the lead with Rafe at his wits end. He had no patience; his short game was a mess, too focused on what you would do next, which always seemed to be the right move. Not to mention you looked so good doing it, your focus locked on the game. Rafe found himself in a strange position where he was now fighting for your eye.

Halfway through the back nine, he found himself at a crossroads. There was no way he would win: play fair and lose to his girl or play dirty and knock you down a little… It started simply by disturbing your backswing or during a putt, a cough, or a sneeze. Normal enough. When that didn't work, he switched to praise. The type of praise that would make you feel nervous about the next shot. But you didn't falter.

There was only one tactic that remained. The one that could always throw him off his game. Rafe unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white polo, fingers curling around the leather steering wheel to let his biceps flex. Every movement was a little closer than before: your position on the golf cart, where he stood on the green, how long he'd linger for a kiss. He was talking sweeter too, his low tone deep and raspy as he leaned into your ear, holding your hips from behind as you took a few practice strokes.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

“Fuck, my girl’s so good at this.”

“Wanna take a break. Hmm? I know a spot, honey. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Need you so bad.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

PLOP.

Your ProV1 golf ball plunges into the depths of the murky pond as a sinister smile spread on Rafe’s lips. Your eyes narrow on his baby blues, catching him in the act, clocking his excitement as you put two and two together. The rest of the round plays out like the PGA tournament because, unlucky for Rafe, you didn't like to lose either.

“Wanna just call it, baby doll?” Rafe asks knowing his game was unrecoverable, but if it wasn’t in writing, did it actually count? You shake your head ‘no’, tapping your little pencil at the card.

“One left, baby boy.” Rafe smirks and shakes his head. “A bet?”

“You're already gonna win, baby,” he groans.

“Just this hole, Rafe. Winner gets whatever they want in the clubhouse.”

“Alright. Alright. Deal,” he agrees.

To no surprise, you close out the hole with a win. To which Rafe genuinely accepts defeat. The two of you walk up to the clubhouse hand-in-hand, Rafe still waiting for you to call him out on his bullshit from before but you don’t. He leads you toward the pro shop as he fishes for his Black Card but you pull him away fast, disappearing into the locker room with him instead, kissing your way into a bathroom stall. He lets out a devilish laugh as you undo his belt with a smile.

“Well shit, baby. What are we doin’ in here?” He whispers against your lips.

“Getting what I want.”

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[bellysoupset]

I would love to see Leo and Jonah sick at the same time ^^

maybe one of them has food posioning and the other has been hiding some sort of stomach bug for a while that happens to show it’s face then?

if not that’s fine but would really like to see this!

-🪼

(First time submitting an ask :D)

This was sent before you switched to the 🧋anon tag.

Also requested by @vdoggg!

Food Poisoning - Part 3.

A continuation of Leo's birthday fic. Read part 1 here. Part 2 here.

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Leo was lying on the bed, curled up and trying to make sense if he was about to puke again, when he heard the front door opening. JD lifted up her head from where she had been happily kneading his thigh and he breathed out.

“It’s just Jon,” Leo grumbled, not moving a muscle. Jonah hadn’t texted him, but Leo had enough sense to figure out who had eaten the missing cupcakes and why he was back earlier than usual. 

As if to confirm his point, he heard hurried steps and then the noise of liquid hitting liquid and Jonah’s signature loud burp down the hall, as he probably burst into the guest bathroom. Leo sighed, forcing himself to sit up and waiting a second as the room spun around him. 

He had originally thought it was a simple overeating bellyache, even when he puked again as they arrived home, chalking that up to the vestiges of nausea and carsickness. Halfway through the night though, while Jonah was peacefully asleep, Leo was wrecked by the cramps in his lower belly and had given up on that notion as the runs hit him.

Leo felt mildly guilty he hadn’t been awake enough that morning to warn Jonah this was definitely food poisoning, then maybe his fiancee wouldn’t have eaten the cupcakes.

Grabbing on the walls to keep himself upright, Leo made his slow track down the hall and sighed as he found exactly what he had predicted. Jonah curled up in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl with arms, his shoulders hitching with a retch.

“Shit,” Leo sighed, slumping against the door and taking a deep breath to steady himself, “I’m sorry, Jon.”

A burp answered him, followed by more liquid splashing and then a pitiful whimper. Leo slowly entered the bathroom, which was much too small for the two men, and sat down on the cold ground, planting a hand on his fiance’s back. 

He didn’t have the energy to rub, but Jonah didn’t seem to mind. After a couple minutes the other man finished coughing and raised a shaky hand to flush the toilet, so Leo grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and passed it to him. He heard Jon blow his nose, then flush again and finally he turned to look at Leo. 

Leo cringed, his boyfriend looked damn near gray and his lips were a terrible pale shade. He had sweat beading all over his face, gluing his curls down to his temples, “Jon, are you-”

“Threw up- threw up in front of a patient,” Jonah informed him, in a little strangled voice. He closed his eyes, as if wincing at the memory, “I really don’t feel good.”

“I know,” Leo said truthfully, scooting closer. He couldn’t emphasize enough how much he understood Jon’s plight, given that just walking the short distance between their bedroom and the guest bathroom had caused his nausea to increase all over again, “I’m really sorry, Jon.”

“Not your fault,” Jonah groaned, turning to the toilet once more and spitting in it, planting a hand on his chest and massaging a burp up, “fuck…”

Leo tipped his head back against the cold tiles of the bathroom, trying to ignore the angry gurgling of his belly and how he felt like acid was crawling up his throat. He took a measured breath, gulping down, then startled as he felt a hand touching him.

Jonah let out a small snort at his jerkiness and Leo frowned, taking a second to realize Jonah was checking his vitals. He was being gentle, but the slight pressure on his Adam's apple was not helping Leo gulp down the nausea, so he pulled back.

“What are you doing…?”

“You’re really, really pale,” Jon frowned at him, “when did you last drink water?”

“You’re the one throwing up,” Leo pointed out with a pout, bringing his knees up to his chest, “are you done?”

Jonah shrugged, not reassuring him in the least, “I’m fine,” he said, using the toilet to pull himself up and then promptly leaning over the sink with a deafening retch. Leo scoffed, dizzily rubbing Jon’s thigh since he didn’t feel like he could get up now that he had sat down.

‘You’re fine, uh?”

A wet burp, followed by Jonah letting out a groan and wrapping an arm around his stomach… Then whimpering, “oh no,” and bent on the middle, clutching his belly. Leo raised his eyebrows.

“Jon…?”

“You need- I need you to get out,” Jonah groaned through clenched teeth, “now.”

“What… Why?” Leo tried to pull himself up, only to find that he really couldn’t and Jonah whimpered again.

“Fuck, Leo, I’m gonna shit my pants, get out-”

“I’m trying!” The blonde exclaimed, darting out a hand and grabbing the bathroom sink, in order to pull himself up, since his fiancee was of no help at all. On the contrary, Jonah seemed to have tuned him out, too preoccupied with the sour state of his intestines. 

“Leo…”

“I’m-I’m go-” Leo didn’t finish his sentence, because being upright so quickly caused his head to swim, so instead of leaving the bathroom, he clutched the granite of the sink for dear life, breathing through his mouth, ears ringing and black spots dancing in front of his eyes. The queasiness that had been on the back burner until then, jumped up tenfold and Leo couldn’t do anything as he leaned forward and brought up a gush of pale yellow vomit in the basin.

Vaguely he heard Jonah groan and then the noise of his boyfriend falling sit on the toilet, sickness overriding any modesty.

Leo coughed, gasping for air and still white knuckling the sink. It felt like his head was floating. He gagged once more as he heard the noise of Jonah’s intestines emptying out and his fiancee let out a humiliated whine.

“I’m sorry, this is so gross, I-” Jonah all but whimpered, a sound so alien in his voice that it made Leo snap slightly back in reality. 

He shook his head, opening the tap and washing away the vomit, before washing his mouth and forcing up a small burp. Leo hung over the sink, unsure if his belly was done with him. 

“Jon?” he called after a minute, splashing some water on his face to try to get rid of the woozy sensation that he was about to pass out. 

A cough answered him and Leo turned to look at his boyfriend, then groaned in sympathy. Jonah had grabbed the bin and planted it on his lap, as his own stomach joined his body’s attempt at purging. 

“Aww angel,” Leo stumbled slightly forward, planting a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and squeezing his nape, “get it up, worst is almost over…”

Jonah’s whole body lurched with a big belch, that brought up another large wave of vomit inside their bathroom bin. Leo brought up a fist to his mouth and muffled a gag, turning his face away. He wasn’t one to get sympathy sick, but this was a gruesome sight when his stomach was already so upset.

He looked up at the ceiling, waiting until Jonah stopped heaving, then dared to glance down as the other man rasped out, “I’m done… I think I’m done…”

“Let me take this,” Leo took a forceful breath and retrieved the bin from Jonah’s hand, planting it on top of the sink and tying the trashbag, “do you need help…?”

“I’d rather die,” Jonah scoffed, wrapping both arms around his stomach and rocking softly, “bloody hell, Leo, it was just… Just two cupcakes, how the hell-”

“I don’t know,” Leo rubbed his face, frustrated, then grabbed the trashbag and fortified himself for the journey of getting out of the bathroom so Jon could get up and shower, “I’m going… I’m gonna give you some privacy. But I’m gonna leave the door open, okay?”

Not that he really could do anything in case Jonah slipped and fell in the shower, considering Leo was barely holding his own weight up. Jon was graceful enough not to mention it, though Leo wasn’t sure his boyfriend was even listening. Instead he was taking little rapid breaths, a sickly little burp sneaking up on him.

“Babe?”

“Bin-” Jonah’s voice was thick with nausea, “Leo- Gimme-”

Leo quickly pulled the tied trashbag out of the bin and passed the empty bucket back to Jonah, thankful that it wasn’t a hollowed out metal bucket like others they had in the house. Jon leaned over it immediately, barely retching before liquid sprayed from his mouth, then his back arched with a more violent heave. 

“Jesus,” Leo whispered, starting to panic. This was quite violent and he hated that he couldn’t help as much as he wanted to. His legs were shaking and his own tummy was squeezing and cramping, intestines building a riot inside of him. Leo ignored the horrible sensation of his body revolting against him, in order to plant a shaky hand on Jonah’s shoulder and keep him from falling off the toilet. 

After what felt like an eternity, Jonah planted the bin on the ground and his elbows on his knees, groaning, “fuck…” 

Leo squeezed his shoulder, “I’m- Uhm- Are you-you done…?” 

Jon’s head snapped up and he frowned at Leo’s sluggish sentences. Even exhausted and wrung dry, he hadn’t been losing liquids for as long as the other man had and was more alert. 

“Leo, sit down,” he bossed and Leo shook his head, sweat breaking on his forehead and gluing his shirt down. 

“Can’t- Don’t feel well…” He forced the words out, “are you okay…?”

“I’m fine,” Jonah stressed, “please, can you just sit down for a minute? I just need to shower-”

Leo nodded, then stumbled back and sat on the threshold between the bathroom and the hallway, whole body going down as if he was a broken doll. Jonah felt the start of panic prickling him, running his options through his mind. 

Despite wanting to stay under the hot water for the rest of the day, Jon forced himself to keep the shower to only a minute, wrapping a towel around his hip and ignoring the way his belly was grumbling and whining all over again. He couldn’t even understand how he wasn’t empty yet. 

Leo was in the exact same spot, he hadn't moved a muscle. Jonah crouched down, touching his fiance’s pale, slack face and hating the way he could feel Leo’s rapid heart beat. 

“You’ve been puking since yesterday, this isn’t good,” Jon sighed, patting Leo’s cheeks, “baby, open your eyes.”

“Gon’besick,” Leo groaned, instead of obeying and Jonah jerked back just in time to avoid getting his arm coated in vomit, as Leo’s head hung and bright yellow bile splashed on his shirt. 

Jonah groaned, sympathy sickness making his stomach squeeze and he didn’t have it in him to fight it, he turned his head and gagged. It took forever for his stomach to settle and he could feel Leo was still dry heaving, even without looking. 

“We need help,” Jonah said, forcing himself to look at the mess and deciding there was no way he could handle this alone, when his body was hellbent on getting ready of any fluid he had ever consumed. 

Leo let out a little whimper as an answer and Jonah made up his mind.

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“Christ,” Luke’s voice was much too loud in their quiet apartment and Jon jerked from the small nap he was taking in the middle of the hallway. He had managed to strip Leo out of his ruined shirt and changed into boxers himself instead of only a towel, but that was it. Moving Leo had been out of the question. 

“Leo first,” Jonah opened his eyes, his head was pounding from all the heaving and coughing, “I think he needs a hospital…” 

Lucas didn’t argue, crouching down in front of them and touching Leo’s cheeks, patting them softly, “Leo. Leo, hey-” he shook him a little harder, until the blonde let out a groan and opened his eyes. His face immediately twisted into a frown, the cramps hitting him now that he was awake.

“Luke…?” Leo groaned, curling up as much as he could, but Lucas was having none of it. He forced the other man to open up and threw an arm around his neck. 

“C’mon,” Luke’s voice came out strained as he managed to pull Leo up on his feet, “couch with you. You need to drink something.”

“Gonna… Gonna go right through-” Leo groaned, his head lolling and he pressed his nose to Luke’s neck, “won’tssstay down- Where’s Jon?”

“He’s fine,” Lucas managed to plant Leo on the couch, then grabbed some cushions and planted them under Leo’s legs, “I brought stuff.”

“What did you bring…?” Jonah tried to get up from the hallway, only to find that he was much weaker than he thought. His face burned with embarrassment as he too had to be hugged by Luke and pulled up. 

“Everything the drugstore would sell me without a prescription,” Luke huffed, planting Jonah in the opposite couch to Leo’s and then heading to the door in order to retrieve his grocery bag. He put it down on the coffee table, then removed a gatorade bottle, and five different medicine bottles. 

“Here,” Luke handed Jonah two different pills and a bottle of gatorade, “try holding these down.”

“Where’s JD?” Leo whispered from the other couch. He had curled up as much as he could and Jonah winced at the sight of him, throwing Lucas a panicked glance. He didn’t like at all the shade of white Leo had reached.

“What?” Luke asked, walking closer. For Leo he opened the gatorade bottle and stuck a straw inside of it.

The blonde made a face as the straw was pressed to his lips, trying to move away, “she must be starving…”

“I’ll look for JD in a minute,” Lucas ushered him closer, “just one sip, Leo. If you can’t then we’re gonna go to the hospital.”

The vague threat worked, because Leo finally took a gulp. Jonah watched him anxiously, already so familiar with the way his boyfriend worked that he fully expected to see the drink come up within seconds. When that didn’t happen, he allowed himself to fully collapse against the couch’s cushions. 

“How long has this been going on?” Lucas’ voice was distant, followed by a meow and then his footsteps. JD meowing louder. Jonah turned his head, fighting valiantly the urge to go to sleep and scoffed as he saw Luke clutching JD in his hands. 

“Don’t squeeze her like that,” he glared at the other man, while from the opposite couch Leo let out a pained groan. 

“Luke-” It was a whimper, and then Lucas dropped JD and lurched just in time to catch the mouthful of gatorade in the crumpled groceries paperbag. Jonah squeezed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, feeling even worse that he was so useless. 

His own stomach churned uneasily and Jonah rolled on his side, focusing on breathing in and out and not on how awful he felt that he couldn’t be of any comfort or help as Leo continued to dry heave. 

“Fuck,” Lucas said and Jonah dared to open his eyes. Leo had fallen against their friend, white as a corpse, and not even fighting it as Luke wiped his lips with his thumb, puke be damned. 

“Hospital,” Jonah bossed, even dizzy as he was, “take him.”

“Yeah,” Luke nodded, carefully pushing Leo against the couch’s back, “Bella is coming over, she just stopped to buy us food. We’ll wait for her.” 

“Nooo-” Jonah shook his head, then his stomach clenched violently and he gagged, but all that fell on the floor was a clear line of spit, “don’t-”

“I’m not leaving you alone,” Lucas said harshly, crossing the room and forcing Jonah to sit up correctly, then grabbing a bucket and pushing it on his lap, “and Leo’s not gonna die in the fifteen minutes it’ll take her to get here. Chill.”

“Can’t…” Jonah mumbled miserably, too tired to hide how raw he felt, when Leo was this sick. He felt like crying and probably would have, if he wasn’t so dehydrated, “can’t chill.”

Luke’s frown softened up, replaced by all concern and sympathy and he crouched down in front of Jonah, grabbing the gatorade bottle once more, ‘yeah, I know, man. But I’m looking out for both of you. You trust me?”

Jon hesitated, then nodded, refusing to meet Luke’s eyes and the other man pushed the cold bottle in his hand, “take another sip. Bell is nearly here, I’m going to pack Leo a bag.”

True to what Luke had said, not more than ten minutes later, Bella entered the apartment. She was carrying another set of groceries and in true pragmatic fashion didn’t spare them even a look, heading straight to the kitchen to empty their fridge of the possibly tainted food and repack it. 

“Okay,” Luke walked back to Leo, with a backpack around his shoulder, “let’s go, Leo.”

“Jonah…” Leo mumbled dizzily, burying his face in Luke’s chest, “Jon’s sick too-”

“I know, but he’s in better shape than you,” Luke grunted, pulling Leo up and stumbling a little, “Bell will stay here to keep him company.” 

“JD-”

“She’s fine,” Bella said softly, rushing ahead to open the door for them and picking up the cat when she tried to sneak past her legs. The woman held up the kitten so Leo could see it and he blinked blearily, clearly feeling too awful to string things together. 

“She’s hungry…”

“I’ll feed her,” Bella vowed and Luke huffed, tightening up his hold on Leo as the blonde started to slip down. 

“Everything is fine here, we’re gonna be back in no time,” Luke promised, dragging him away. Finally they were alone, Jonah and Bella, and Jon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He curled up even more on the couch and almost smiled when JD jumped from Bell’s arms to come pester him.

“That’s some food poisoning,” Bell wrinkled her nose, walking closer, “how you holding up, Jon?”

“Not well,” Jonah leaned his head against the couch’s arm. He didn’t say it out loud, but he felt an immense relief at knowing Leo was on his way to getting fluids. He didn’t think he needed to say anything to Bell, she always seemed to just know.

“Did you throw up the meds?”

“Nope,” he planted a hand on his unsettled, bloated stomach, “but I might.” 

“Well, try not to,” Bella rolled her eyes, then dangled her fingers for JD, “pspspsps, let’s have dinner, poor thing. You must be starving.”

Jonah stayed quiet as he heard Bella move around in the kitchen, serving JD her food and sorting through the mess. He continued to sip on his gatorade, only to find that had been a mistake when a sharp burp brought up a splash of acidic liquid to his throat. 

“Fuck me,” Jon groaned, curling up and trying to massage the burps out of his belly before he ended up wasting all the hard work to keep down his meds. 

“Don’t do that,” Bella circled the coffee table, holding a tall mug filled with coffee for herself. She unceremoniously pushed his leg to the side so they could share the couch and leaned in, slapping Jonah’s hand away from his belly, “let me.”

“Bella…” Jonah’s face burned with embarrassment, which got even worse when she pressed her fingers against his sloshy, bloated belly and it immediately caused a sick burp to erupt.

Bell rolled her eyes, smirking at him, “relax, I promise I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

Jon scoffed, cupping his mouth and belching again, his throat aching with the force behind it, “please.”

“Maybe just Leo,” Bella grinned, sliding her hand over the curve of his sick belly and chuckling when Jonah let out a groan at her threat. 

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #leo wagner #jonah banks #food poisoning #tummy ache #bellyache #belly rubs #🧋anon

[ivymarquis]

Elevator Music

Pairing| None; Gen!fic Rating| T Content/Warnings| The author is not experienced with trauma responses but assumes someone buried alive would have adverse feelings about being stuck in an elevator. Also the author realized halfway through that an elevator is lift but too lazy to change anything, so you're American coded against your will. Sorry about it.

You think nothing of it when stepping onto the elevator, Ghost close on your heels. The pair of you are heading towards the same meeting on another floor.

A wicked storm rages outside, wind whipping trees and debris as rain pelts against the glass windows. 

The base usually holds up well in storms. You don’t worry about it. 

There’s no one else in the elevator as it shuts. Your phone is kept in hand despite knowing you never get service here. In just a moment you’ll be at your destination, and the effort of putting it up just to immediately pull it back out is more than you want to do.

You give a polite nod to the SAS sniper as he walks past you and settles himself with his back tucked against the wall. He returns the gesture and that’s about it for your small talk.

You’re not friends, and even acquaintances would be pushing it. But you cross paths enough to have that adjacent familiarity. He knows your face and you know his…well, his mask. You’re not entirely sure you’d recognize him on the streets- you have no idea what he actually looks like underneath all that black, but he is built like a brick shithouse so maybe you’d recognize him based on his build alone. 

If it was someone else you might ask the performative question of double checking the two of you are heading to the same floor. Idle chit chat to pass the time on the way to the meeting.

 Ghost isn’t the chit chat type and you know it. The number 5 glows when you press the button, the gears whirling overhead. 

You’re on the second floor. The screen indicates 2-3-4-

And just shy of the screen switching over to 5 the gears screech to a halt, the lights cutting out in the elevator. You’re plunged into darkness, a startled “what the fuck?” escaping you before the emergency light kicks on. 

It’s dimly lit and spooky. Ghost’s skull faced balaclava doesn’t do anything to lighten the mood.

You’re not in love with the idea of being stuck in the elevator, a distant ringing outside the compartment indicating that there’s people (you) trapped inside. 

You know it won’t do anything but you press the now dim 5 button a few times. The mechanical click of the button depressing is the only thing that greets you. 

“Well shit. You don’t have service, do you?” you figure the answer is no, but maybe today will be your lucky day. 

Ghost is silent just a hair too long and the silence is enough to set you slightly on edge. He’s not registering that you’ve spoken to him. 

“Ghost?”

It’s fucking creepy the way his head snaps to your direction. But at least now he’s acknowledging your existence. 

“Do you have service?”

The amount of time it takes him to blink scares the shit out of you. 

He doesn’t normally kick up your flight or fight response like this. But then again he’s not usually fucking dissociating right in front of you. He’s stiff as a board, not moving, barely blinking and staring you down in silence. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have tried so hard to get his attention. Maybe it would have been better to shut the hell up and follow his leadg. 

“Ghost,” it takes everything in you to keep your voice even keel. 

You’ve heard the stories. Not of him specifically but soldiers in general. They call them episodes. 

The term is almost cute. Much less cute that an episode involves you being trapped in a verifiable shoebox with a soldier who could snap you like a twig if he wants to. 

That’s usually a problem for nurses and other medical staff. Working in tech you aren’t usually given a front row seat to a soldier looking ready to crawl up the walls.

He blinks again and you let out a sigh as the tension in his shoulders drops slowly.

He still hasn’t answered you. 

“I, uh, don’t really do elevators,” you babble. It’s a lie. Your concern about elevators is the normal amount- you prefer to remain untrapped, but being trapped doesn’t instill panic in you because osteonsibly you realize that at a certain point they will 

But like- people overcome anxieties when faced with someone else’s anxiety. That’s a thing, right? That’s totally a thing. 

Otherwise you’re about to sign your own death warrant by tipping him over the edge.

“It’s one thing when they open but this is like, not that and I’m trying really hard to not freak out,” you continue on. 

“So I like, need, you to tell me that they’re gonna fix the elevator and we’re gonna be out of here soon. Otherwise I’m going to climb the wall.” You’re rambling, nerves getting the better of you which serves to better sell that you’re panicked about being trapped in the elevator. 

It’s not the elevator. It’s that Ghost has started acting fucking weird in the elevator. 

He blinks (you think at least), the silence continuing to be deafening before your ears are graced with the sound of that low purr of his voice. 

“They’re going to fix the lift, and we’ll be out of here soon.”

He looks- and maybe this is just your imagination running away with you- somewhat more settled and not as spooky looking. 

“Again, please.” Maybe stop pushing your god damn luck?

He takes a breath and you feel better. Some tension in his shoulders drops. “They’re going to fix the lift, and we’ll be out of here soon.”

“They’re going to fix the elevator and we’ll be out of here soon.” Just in case maybe he needs to hear it again from someone else rather than just hearing himself say it. 

But you really well and truly learn your lesson and shut the fuck up. You’ve done your job-that’s-not-really-your-job (accomplished your self appointed mission would be better perhaps?), and now to just not upset the very precarious balance that you have struck by calming down the spooked Lieutenant. 

The only sound in the elevator is your breathing and Ghost’s- frankly as long as he stays on rhythm you’ve got no desire to follow up on that or do anything in the slightest that might cause that rhythm to change.

Ghost is important enough that people are going to notice his absence from the meeting which has assuredly started already, and the few people there who know you are going to know something drastic has to have happened for you to not be present either.

After a few minutes of can-hear-a-pin-drop silence, you can hear him muttering “They’re going to fix the lift,” to himself.

You don’t really know what to do. You assume it might be better to distract him but he’s calm now and not staring through you rather than at you. You don’t work in psych. You don’t know how people’s brains work. You don’t know what the best way to handle this situation is, and you sure as shit don’t want to accidentally upend the balance you’ve struck with him.

It is after another few minutes of silence as you weigh the merits of acknowledging his existence to treat him like a fellow human being vs trying to not set him off when very obviously being stuck in here did something to him mentally when the machine rumbles.

There’s one part of you who has watched enough horror movies that you’ve got a vague concern for the elevator plunging you both to your gruesome death some four-ish floors down, but that’s just the byproduct of an overactive imagination being stressed beyond belief.

The elevator shudders and makes a god awful noise, and then the lights turn back on and you can hear it continuing up the floors.

5 lights up on the screen and as the doors open there is none other than Captain Price waiting with crossed arms, flanked on either side by the Sergeants Garrick and MacTavish (who for all the world are looking like they’ve been continually shoo’d away but persistently want to be in on the excitement). As soon as the doors open all three men take a glance at you, as if assessing you, before focusing on the lieutenant. 

“Alright then, you two?” Price inquires, gaze flicking back to you at the same time Ghost’s does.

Ghost nods. You give a “Just peachy, Captain,”, because no one has ever told you what to say once released from the cold grips of an elevator into the direction supervision of a Task Force Captain.

The rest of the 141 are clearly anxious to get Ghost out of there without making any moves to do so themselves.

It takes him a second but not in the I-am-under-duress kind of way but more the “I am being polite and letting you have the space to get off the elevator first kind of way. You hesitate for a split second and he is still as a statue and you decide that this is the last straw and you’re not getting into a pissing contest of after you, no really, I insist, with a simple nod to the lieutenant.

The other three men move out of your way so you have the space to slip by. You merely decide to keep things pushing- out of the frying pan and into the fire so to speak, going from being stuck in the elevator to being moments away from being stuck in this meeting for the foreseeable future once the task force joins in the room.

And maybe, after everything is said and done, you can call Lieutenant ‘Ghost’ an acquaintance.

#my writing #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #idk you can read this as platonic or an introduction that leads to the reader getting railed within an inch of their life later #don't come for me about the ending idfk okay

[tobitofunction]

Silver to the past Part 1

still didn’t play totk as I’m saving up to get the matching switch so it won’t be part of the Sweet Child of Mine it be a separate one but it has elements of HOTD during the BOTW

yes I am obsessed with dragon/targeryans but again like my other fics no description of skin colour or hair texture just silver hair colour and purple eyes

wanted to do it in one part but didn't post in a while so I be doing two

Link was sleeping in a field in the middle of Hyrule he was surrounded by silent Princess he felt peaceful which was rare for him. He was just taking a small break from re-gaining access to the Divine Beast, he just finished the Goron one he made it halfway to the last one when tiredness hit him. Epona was also glad that she got a break from carrying him and his equipment through Hyrule's vast lands. He was so tired he didn’t even notice a girl watching him from afar, her hair covered with a large hood, her clothes also making her blend in with the travellers. The girl looked around and decided to wait a while until she engages with the Hero.

After waiting a while you finally decided to engage with Link who was still asleep, you slowly walked up to him his arms were folded behind his head and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. You gently crouched down and reached out to him when he suddenly removed his arm from behind his head and grabbed your wrist,” For how long have you been watching me?” his voice was soft yet firm it held a sense of authority it made sense though he was the hero chosen by the sword and the Princess’s appointed knight,” How did you-”,” After a while you become more sensitive to things like that” he said opening his eyes revealing beautiful blue eyes,” So going back to question how long have you been watching me?”,” Only a few hours I didn’t want to wake you but I got bored so I just thought-” you sighed and shrugged. Link sat up and let go of your wrist,” What do want?”,”I need your help the divine beast is damaging our village,” Wait what divine beast?”,”Vah Dorgonia-”,” The Phoenix divine beast?” you nodded,” I was to head that way anyway- You have nice eyes sorry for blurting it out but I have been everywhere around Hyrule and never saw this colour but it doesn’t seem new to me” you bit your lip,” Thanks it’s a trait of my people” Link nodded and stood up,” Do you have a horse?” you shook your head and readjusted the hood,” Did you walk? Is it far or do just like walking?” he chuckled,” A bit of both”,” Well Epona won’t mind taking us both the rest of the way,” he said a brown horse came trotting towards the two of you,” She’s beautiful,” you said holding out your hand for her to smell before petting her gently,” Yeah she is and the fastest and most loyal horse in Hyrule,” he said patting her neck,” Come on you go on first as you know the village directions,” he said making you nod, he helped you on the horse before getting on it himself his chest was pressed against your back,” Have you ever ridden a horse before?”,”Emmm no” you said embarrassed your cheeks becoming heated,” It’s fine I do it just tell me where to go,” he said reaching for the rain, the action lead to you being caged between his arms, and your cheeks darkened at that and you were glad for the large hood. “Go through the forest and follow the sun,” you said making Link nod as Epona began moving.  

“So tell me something about yourself, as I only know you’re from the village with the final Divine Beast and have gorgeous purple eyes and like watching strangers sleep who doesn’t know how to ride a horse,” Link said making you gasp,” Wow, rude for the second last one but okay my name is y/n, my father is the head of the village and am I descended of the champion from this village” Link hummed,” Tell me more, when I woke up I didn’t have any memory of anything and the information I have from your village is scarce,” he said,” It’s intentional we don’t like visitors much, but you be welcomed you are the Hero of Hyrule after all,” you said looking back at him,” How did you know it was me? I could have been just a random traveller”,” Your sword is a dead giveaway and the legend says that hero had a horse named Epona who was fast as the wind, it’s cute that you named your horse after your old one” you teased making him blush,” What’s with the hood?”,”It’s just so people won’t stare, and that I don’t get recognised by the villagers and guards” you whispered the last part,” Wait, you went here on your own accord?” you nodded,” My dad send scouts out to find you but with no luck and they always shut down my help offer so I decided I go on my own and I did find you” you reasoned which made Link chuckle,” You sure did, fine the hood stays on until we arrive at your Dad’s.

Soon they arrived at a village giant dragon statues greeted them at the gate. Link looked the statue up and down a feeling of familiarity washed over him. “Just keep going ahead,” you said snapping him out of his trance, some villagers stopped and looked at the strange riding in with his horse, all of them had various tones of skin but all of them had one thing in common blond/white hair. Link was reminded of the sheikah.

Soon Link stopped Epona in front a large house where more dragon decor greeted him, you finally removed your hood showing silver hair, similar yet so different to the other villagers. The colour just shimmered in the sunlight. Link was about to say something when he was cut off,” Princess your father request your presents immediately including your guest” a guard. You nodded and ran up the stairs with Link following,” Y/N what in Hylia’s name have you been, you can’t just leave on your own accord, you’re my heir my ONLY HEIR” your father said standing up from his seat, he had the same hair colour as yours, his eyes a different shade of purple than you.” I know father but i offered my help to find the hero and I did this is Link, the hero from a 100 years ago” your father narrowed his eyes,” How is that possible?”,” When I got hurt during the battle Princess Zelda ordered the Sheikah to bring me to the shrine of resurrection where I healed for 100 years” Link said making your father nod,” He also has the sword-”,” I still need you to prove me that you’re the chosen one, I want to you claim the Cannibal” your face drained of colour,” The Cannibal?”Link asked confused with his eyes furrowed,” The Cannibal is a dragon which homes in a cave between the mountains not far from here. He got the name as often devours his own kind and anyone who tried to claim him was killed. He appeared ages ago no one when he actually arrived here”,” Claim the Cannibal and I believe you are the hero and will let you go to the Divine Beast” Link nodded,” I bring you to him, it will take days on horseback” you said making your father sigh,” Y/N...nevermind you just do it anyway just come back in one piece”. You grabbed Link’s hand and dragged him outside,” If we aren’t taking a horse what will we take?”, you grinned,” You will see”.

The two of you walked up a large building with guards standing in front of them,”maghagon nyke ñuha zaldrīzes (bring me my dragon)” one of the guards nodded and went inside the building,” Have you ever seen a dragon?”,”The dragon spirits Farosh, Dinraal and Naydra” you nodded impressed,” Impressive seeing one the dragon spirits unclose is a dream of many of us” you smiled when the ground began vibrating,”I want you to meet someone” soon one of the guards returned with a large black dragon, Link backed away in shock it looked different to the Dragon Spirit more menacing. You walked over to the large beast and caressed her neck,” Hello girl, ready to fly?” you looked over at Link and waved him over,” This Black Fire, she’s my dragon-”

“Come on Link don’t be scared he won’t bite you” An airy laugh followed, and the silver-haired girl dragged him towards a massive dark as-coal dragon with piercing green eyes,” Shadow this Link, he’s my friend and a fellow champion. We need to go the divine beast could you take us” she asked pressing her face against the dragon's neck.

“Hey Link is everything okay?” you asked worriedly,” Yeah I just got a memory of one the champions, she had a black dragon as well, his name was Shadow” You nodded,” It was Nyra's dragon, she was the champion of our people, she used Shadow to destroy as many of this robot creatures before she used the divine beast, after her death Shadow was never seen again” you sighed,” Come on the sun is setting already” you climbed onto the dragon and grabbed the reins, Link after a couple of seconds followed, his arms wrapped around your waist holding on tightly,”Keep that tight hold it be bumpy. Sōvegon (Fly)”.

Link flew on a back of a Rito before but this was different, it felt more magical than anything he ever experience. 

“How are you finding it so far?” Nyra asked Link as they flew over Hyrule,” It’s nothing I have experienced before I love it. Thanks, Nyra for giving me the chance and of course thanks to you too Shadow” Link said while still holding onto his fellow champion and one of his closest friends. Just like with Zelda, he opened up to her about his struggles it took a while but now they hang out with each other as often as possible,” Come on let’s return to the divine beast” she said pulling on the reins to make the dragon turn around. 

Link felt a pinch on his tight which made him yelp,” What was that for?” he said his voice slightly loud due to the altitude,” I said to hold on tight as we are landing soon but you didn’t reply and your grip loosened” you defend,” Sorry I got another memory” he said while Black Fire landed on a large field,” You have that happen often to you?”,” Some events trigger memories, we’re are we?” he asked looking around,” A bit away from the cave were the cannibal residents. You be going the rest on your own as otherwise it won’t work and Black Fire won’t go near the cave either she can sense the energy”  Link nodded,” Anything I need to be aware off”,” Always look it into the eye, show no fear, Dohaerās means to serve you can try saying it with his name following with your hand stretched out but one accounter said one of who survived but didn’t claim him said that this song seemed to calm him down. You handed Link a scroll,” Can you read it to me? So I know how to say it probably?” you hummed.

“Drakari pykiros (fire breather) Tīkummo jemiros (winged leader) Yn lantyz bartossa (but two heads) Saelot vāedis (to a third sing) Hen ñuhā elēnī (from my voice) Perzyssy vestretis (the fire have spoken) Se gēlyn irūdaks (and the price has been paid) Ānogrose (with blood magic) Perzyro udryssi (with words of flame) Ezīmptos laehossi (with clear eyes) Hārossa letagon (to bind the three) Aōt vāedan (to you I sing) Hae mērot gierūli (as one we gather) Se hāros bartossi (and with three heads) Prūmysa sōvīli (we shall fly as we were destined) Gevī dāerī (beautifully, freely)” Nyra sang to her dragon Shadow she sat sitting in a field with the dragons head on her legs stroking his head gently, a satisfied grumble left the dragon’s mouth,” He really is your son,”Link said speaking up making the Champion look behind her,”With the job I have been given I never will have a human child, so Shadow is like a son I would do anything for him, his pain is fine. We are bonded since the day he hatched from his egg where we shared a cradle. Come on sit down” she patted the spot beside her before she began singing again.

“Shadow” Link mumbled once you're done,” Shadow? The Champions Nyra’s dragon?” Link nodded,”Yes, I remember. She used to sing the song to him quite often, he was her son bonded since both of them were born”,” Yes, when we are young, a dragon egg is placed in our cradle and it hatching will distinguish a normal Valyrian Hylian from Valyrian’s with dragon blood who is the head of the clan. Everyone in my family has one and our bond is unbreakable not even death can break it, some dragons might even choose to die alongside their riders. Shadow was probably one as well” Link bit his lip and shook his head before grabbing you by the shoulders,” I believe the Cannibal is Shadow, think about it you really don’t know when he showed up and the song which seems to comfort him is the exact one Nyra used” his blue eyes looked into yours,”If that’s true he might still recognise you which means you have a higher chance of survival” Link nodded before removing his sword,” Take care of my weapons, I don’t need them. If it’s Shadow he is traumatised by any sort of weaponry and I need everything to be on my side” you huffed when taking the master sword, it was heavy. Link chuckled at the sight,” Cute” he said making you glare at him,” I be back as soon as possible” 

#botw link #loz botw #link x reader #loz link x reader #botw link x reader #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #totk link x reader #Targaryen!reader #totk link #link x fem!reader #botw x reader #botw x fem!reader #botw link x fem!reader #totk!link x fem!reader #totk x fem!reader

[melontoyo]

fav Onmyoji character and why?🤔

*cracks knuckles* Alright, you got me with this ask.

1. Asura Objectively, the number one favorite. You cannot separate his character or his story from Taishakuten, but in the end I guess it's natural to become very attached to the hero of a specific story, (a double hero story of a hero and an anti-hero, who switch roles halfway through), especially if they're so, so wonderfully fucked up. Asura (and when I speak of him, it applies to Taishakuten too, since neither character would be who they are without the other) is the deepest, most fleshed-out, most complicated and unique character in the entire game. His story and characterization and the accompanying media is so incredibly well produced, it can easily compete (and beat) other highly acclaimed stories out there. To think this was made, as essentially promo material, for a free-to-play mainland Chinese gacha game is absolutely NUTS. Yes I will praise this story and its production level to the stars because it irreversibly changed me. To me, this is the problematic, dramatic, queer love story. You know how Asura tells Taishakuten how meeting him was as if finally finding the thing he had been searching for all his life. This is me with this story, and this character. What I love is how he's so deeply complicated and inherently flawed, that even with the "good end" he chose for himself, his internal conflict is never resolved. He's someone who fights for genuine justice, someone who is genuinely caring, someone who's deep down insecure about himself, about opening himself up, trusting others, someone who wants to live a simple life and enjoy the little things. But he also genuinely enjoys committing mass murder, sadistic torture, he's rash and impulsive, he's someone who naturally chooses cruel means to an end. He swore to never kill again, to go against the very core of him, lock himself up and seal his own powers. And yet the first thing he does upon returning to the world of peace he made possible... is to murder without a second thought. And it's not a plot hole, it's a feature. Even when he's sane, he "learned" to deal with his own trauma in a completely unhealthy way, possibly as self punishment. This is obvious by how he's so loving and caring when dealing with Taishakuten's trauma.... Also I just want to add one thing. I'm glad I'm somehow able to gleefully ignore the fandom at large because, sorry, they don't get it. I'm tired of seeing nothing but fans taking everything interesting away from this story and washing it down to "uwu cute domestic boyfriends". Like heck no, these characters are so good because they are made to be incredibly fucked up.

2. Orochi Tough choice... but it's Orochi, the reason why I started playing this game. Again, a character who's absolutely delicious to rotate around in my brain like a rotisserie chicken because he's so complicated and so inherently flawed, and yet so right at the same time. Imho, he's an amazing antagonist and again, I very much distance myself from the fandom wo won't shut up about "snake eating books". Because both due to the nature of the game and its subsequent production approach, and because of its target audience, which is very much young adults despite the 8+ rating, where I don't even understand how they achieved this rating with all the outright graphic violence, drug abuse, and 900 dollar "micro" transactions etc, the story won't be explained and presented to you on a silver plate. You're supposed to come up with your own interpretation for certain parts, and it's exactly why stories for adult audiences are so enjoyable, for me anyway. Something that is a major contributing factor to me loving Orochi so much is Miyano Mamoru's voice acting which is absolutely insane. Not sure how the director instructed him, or how much they pay him, but basically he sounds like on the verge of an orgasm the entire goddamn time with the way how he deeply savors each word on his tongue before speaking it, and it's so incredibly fitting. Maybe Miyano Mamoru understands Orochi better than the writers themselves, who knows... Regardless, the way how Orochi's character and personality is so perfectly portrayed through the voice acting is heavenly. His voice is like sickly sweet, thick, honey, innocent and nonchalant, yet dominating and bewitching. I mean. You can just hear for yourself. (Note, it's best if you can understand Japanese because the official English translations unfortunately suck.)

3. Suzuka Wait, an actually good-aligned character??? Anyway, Suzuka is a wonderful take on the "big sister" archetype. She is big-hearted, kind, accepting, strong, determined, and has a great sense of responsibility. But she ends up being too trusting in others, in the way that she believes others are just as strong as her to fend for themselves, which ends up literally devastating her entire found family and the place they called home, literally killing her most important person in body and mind, her found brother. And yet, she's so strong to be able to not give up, to accept all the pain, to heal and to rebuild what they have lost. Also, as someone with the best big sister in the world, her character just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She's wonderful.

And as a bonus, here's a selection of other favs in no particular order, because hell, in the end it's a waifu collection game and there's bound to be a lot of favs for varying reasons.

Enma, because I'm not immune to bewitching milfs, and her design is one of the absolute best in the entire game.

Tsukuyomi, because they're so sad and wonderfully questionable, also actually canon non-binary.

Onikiri. Groomed to be fucked up, and yet after regaining his free will, he willingly steps back into that path, because it's what he inherently craves. So delicious.

Garuda, my favorite disaster bi bird and Asura's pet dog. Probably one of the "normalest" and ironically most likeable characters. He's a bit conceited, strong and actually.... smart. And smart in the way that he knows his place, knows his limits and won't try things out of his league. And yet he can't help his smugness and want to test the waters... but he's a survivor still : ^)

And honorary mention to my fav hairy braindead bimbo slut, Kamikui. Yep I love them very dearly, and they're also carried by incredible voice acting.

#ask #anon #onmyoji #I suppose if I tag it this will go into the public tag #when I just want to tag it for my own blog #oh well #sorry in advance

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Age 6:

"Tucker, you awake?" The young voice asks from the comfort of his bed.

"Why?" The boy answers from the mountain of blankets on the trundlebed.

"I have a crush on someone."

"Who is it?" Tucker asks, more awake and sitting up staring at his best friend. Steven could see the eagerness in his friends' eyes from the moonlight pouring in the window.

"Sarah," Steven answers, grinning. Tucker thinks for a minute.

"I guess she's cute, but Tammy shared her fruit snacks with me at snack time yesterday. I think I'm gonna marry her."

"Am I gonna be your bestman?"

"Of course you are, Steven. You're my best friend."

Age 13:

"Steve, you awake?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I have a crush on someone."

Sitting up, Steven's hands finds his glasses and puts them on his face. His back finds the wall of the tree house as Tucker turns on the lantern.

"Who is it?" Steven asks. He watches his friend pull the blanket closer around him as he leans against the wall opposite Steven.

"Claire. She asked for my notes today in history class. She also smells really good," Tucker says, smiling. Steven felt his stomach churn at the answer, but brushed it off as eating too many sweets.

"I don't know, Tuck. She makes fun of my glasses. Calls me Specs. Hannah is better."

"Hannah C., Hannah H., or Hannah Q.?" Tucker asks, his arms folding across his chest in defiance.

"Doesn't matter. They're all better than Claire."

"Pick one."

"Q."

"You make a good point."

"Of course I do."

"Specs."

"Shut up."

Age 17:

"Specs, you awake?"

"No," Specs answers and he shoves his head under his pillow.

"Dude, I had that date with Miranda tonight."

Specs reluctantly pulls his head out from under the pillow. He grabs his glasses and winces as his companion turns on his desk lamp.

"How'd it go?"

"Great. We did it in her dad's car at the lake," Tucker smiles. Specs felt uncomfortable hearing that, but being the supportive best friend he is, he knows he has to power through this conversation.

"Tell me all about it. I'll try not to fall asleep," Specs smiles as he props himself on pillows. Tucker smile grows at his best friend's words. Within moments he's in a spare pair of pajama pants Specs' mom keeps around for him. The trundlebed makes an awful noise when Tucker pulls it from its spot under the bed. Specs covers his ears and starts counting down the seconds until his mother enters the room. Within ten seconds of the sound ending, the bedroom door swings open to reveal not only Specs' mother, but his father too.

"Steven, what was-," Mrs. Fisher starts before cutting herself off at the sight of Tucker wrapping himself in blankets.

"I'm starting to regret ever giving you a key, kid," Mr. Fisher says, annoyed, yet amused.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up. I went on a date tonight and just wanted to tell Specs," Tucker explains.

"How was it?" Mr. Fisher asks. Tucker grins and gives a thumbs up. Mrs. Fisher walks over to Specs and gives him a kiss on the head. She then moves to Tucker, who sits up to meet her halfway. She places a kiss on his head.

"Try to get some sleep, boys. Goodnight. Love you both."

"Night, boys," Mr. Fisher calls as he closes the door. As soon as the door closes, Specs flips off the light and stares at his friends eyes shining in the moonlight from the window.

Age 20:

"Tuck, you awake?"

"What's up, Specs? I have a final in the morning."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just need to tell you something."

"Who's the lucky lady you have a crush on now?"

"Well, that's the thing. It's not a lady."

The lamp switches on. The shared dorm room washed in a harsh yellow glow. Tucker swings his feet off the bed and leans forward. Specs mirrors the movements.

"A guy, then?" Tucker asks. Specs nods as his cheeks heat up. "Who?"

"Jason," Specs lies. Tucker doesn't need to know who it is.

"From chem? He does have nice hair," Tuck jokes.

"Nice face, too."

"How long have you known?"

"About Jason? A couple weeks. About liking boys. Senior year."

"That's almost three years, Specs."

"I know."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You were constantly fighting and making up with Miranda. When I wanted to tell you, she was there and I would chicken out."

"I'm sorry, Specs. I guess I haven't been the greatest of friends lately."

"No, you haven't. You've been the bestest of friends. Breaking things off with Miranda when you realized she was trying to push me away, defending my glasses from Claire and making the name she tried to tease me with into a term of endearment nickname, and not judging me for being myself. From the nerdy stuff to not making a big fuss about me liking Jason. You're the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for."

"I pushed you away."

"You realized your mistakes. You've apologized. I accepted. Let's move on."

"So, Jason, huh? He's not the first?" Tucker asks as he lays back on his bed. His arm finds a place under his head as Specs wraps himself in his covers. He lays on his side, facing his friend.

"Not by a long shot."

Age 25:

"Congrats, man. Happy for you guys."

"Thanks, Speccy, we're so happy," the woman clinging to Tucker's arm chirps. Specs cringes, but tries to hide it.

"Christine, we've talked about this."

"Only call him Specs or Steven. I forgot."

"It's alright. I'll let it slide this once, for your engagement and all," Specs says as he forces a smile. A dull ache in his stomach forms as she flashes her ring at him again. "I'll buy you guys dinner."

Age 27:

"Specs, you home?" A choked sob sounds from the other side of the apartment door. Specs pulls away from his boyfriend, Howard. Moments later he's at the door.

"Are you okay?" Specs asks. He gets the larger man hugging his smaller frame in return. He rubs Tucker's back and starts to gently pull him along. "Let's get you to the couch."

"Honey, is everything okay?" Howard asks, walking into the entryway. He takes in Tucker's defeated form. "I'll get us some tea."

"Come on, Tuck, work with me. Come on to the couch," Specs pleads. Tucker walks with him to the couch and let's Specs wrap him in a blanket. Howard brings three mugs of tea and hands one to each of the men on the couch and keeps one for himself.

"She cheated. Christine cheated on me. When I caught her, she told me she only married me to make her dad happy. I was a safe choice. A safety net. She told me that I'm worthless and will never amount to anything."

"That's not true, Tuck. You're amazing. You're charming and caring and attentive. You're funny, a good cook, you have a good fashion sense. You're a good person and you're going to change the world some, Tuck, I'm sure of it. Any woman would be lucky to have you. She wouldn't make you a second choice. She'd make you a priority. Christine has messed up big time, but she's just to blind to see what she's lost."

Howard looks between the two and sees the love Specs has for the man wrapped in his arms. The trio talk we'll into the night until Tucker cries himself to sleep on the sofa. Specs and Howard make their way to the kitchen.

"Steven, you're in love with Tucker, aren't you?" Howard asks. Specs spins around on his heel. His eyes are wide and frantic as he tries to read Howard's face.

"I promised you that I'd never lie to you. The answer I need to give you would be breaking that promise, so please don't make me answer that question."

Howard nods, walks over to Specs, and grabs his hands.

"The answer I need is your truth."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I won't be hurt. I'll be sad for a while, but hurt that you're in love with Tucker? Not at all."

"Are you going to leave me?"

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" Howard asks and Specs nods.

Age 29:

"I'm sorry for your loss, Specs. If you need anything, I'm here," Tucker says, placing a hand on the shorter man's shoulder.

"I was going to propose to him," Specs whispers. Tears fall down his face as Tucker pulls him into a hug.

"I'm sorry."

Age 32:

"Is he alright?" Elise asks as she watches Specs wash dishes.

"His boyfriend died three years ago today. He likes to do the things they did together. Keep his memory alive in some way.

"He's never mentioned it to me before."

"He doesn't like to talk about it," Tucker answers. He's fiddling with a camera while watching Specs. Eventually, Tucker can take it anymore, so he gets up and walks to the sink. He grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes Specs has already done. The shorter man looks up at Tucker, who smiles warmly in understanding. They silently finish the dishes, unaware that Elise is smiling at them.

Age 36:

"Hey, Specs, you wake?" Tucker asks from the doorway of the room. The light from the hallway illuminates Specs' sleeping form. Tucker walks into the room, leaving the door open so the light can stay on his sleeping friend's face. Tucker pulls the desk chair over to the bed and sits in silence, watching Specs sleep.

Specs shifts in his sleep, stretches, and opens his eyes. He squints as his eyes adjusts. He sees an odd shape beside his bed and gasps. He turns and grabs his flashlight from the nightstand and shines it on the figure. Tucker shields his eyes.

"It's me. It's just me. Get that thing out of my face."

"Tucker, what the hell?"

"I was just sitting here."

"In the dark? In my room?"

"Yeah, I kind of watch you sleep from time to time."

"Why?"

"It calms me down. Always has. Ever since we were kids."

"Is something bothering you?"

"Not anymore," Tucker smiles. Specs cuddles down into the covers.

"Okay, then can I go back to sleep?"

"Yeah, sure. Can I join you?"

"Why?"

Tucker doesn't answer. Instead, he crawls under the covers and slips his arms around Specs' smaller frame, pulling him close. Specs doesn't say anything. He lays perfectly still, trying to figure out why Tucker is doing this. Is it a joke?

"Is this okay?"

"Y-yeah. It's fine."

"Then relax, babe. I'm not gonna bite. I mean, I might, but only if you ask."

Babe? Where did that come from? What is happening?

"Tuck, what is going on here?"

"I'm cuddling with my best friend." Specs pushes him away. "We've never done this before and you called me 'babe' and that certainly has never happened before. So, please, tell me what the hell is happening here. I am so confused."

Tucker leans in and kisses Specs, who is surprised, but quickly reciprocates. He doesn't want to let this moment to get away. Tucker's hands travel down Specs' body to his waist, his hips, and, finally, to his ass. Specs breaks away and pushes back again. "Tucker, please." "Okay, okay," Tucker sits up, pulling Specs with him. He pulls the smaller man into his lap. "I'm in love with you." "You what?" "I'm in love with you, Specs," Tucker says and kisses Specs' shoulder. Specs sits and thinks for a few moments as Tucker litters kisses up and down his arm.

"I'm in love with you, too, Tucker," Specs says, turning towards Tucker. The two smile at each other before crashing their lips together again.

Age 40:

"Hey, Tuck, you awake?" Specs asks quietly.

"No."

"Well, wake up."

"Why?"

"We're married," Specs says softly, smiling and looking at the ring that's on his left hand.

"I know. You kept me up all night to celebrate."

"Yeah, but now you're my husband. I've wanted this since I was like thirteen."

"Almost thirty years? Wow, babe, you're really hung up on me."

"Shut up."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Speccy."

"Shut up."

#these two are my new obsession #im crying over downton abbey as i write this #insidious #steven specs fisher #specs insidious #tucker insidious #specsxtucker #leigh whannell #angus sampson

[woso-fan13]

What’s in a Name?

When you first joined the team, you earned the nickname ‘kid.’ It was a bit unoriginal, but it wasn’t untrue. You were the youngest, the smallest, the newest: you were the kid. 

In the time since you joined the team, your list of nicknames has grown exponentially. Once they saw how your face lit up when you were included, they made it their mission to include you as much as they could. This leads to you becoming close with all of the team and developing an impressive list of nicknames. At a certain point, you can’t keep track of all of them, instead choosing to respond to anything that sounds like it’s calling you. 

—-

“You’re Y/N, right? Vlatko sent us down to meet you and show you where to put your stuff. I’m Lindsey, by the way.”

You smiled, introduced yourself and followed them upstairs. By the time the elevator reached your floor, all 3 of you were laughing, the giggles spilling through the doors. 

Emily smiled at you, “I think you’ll fit right in here kid.”

And so it began. 

—-

“Where’s the baby?” a voice echoes around the room. 

Everyone stays quiet, knowing better than to interrupt Kelley when she’s on a mission. They simply watch as Alex gently places a hand on her back and says something to her quietly. Kelley’s face changes to something more relaxed and she turns towards the group. 

“I’m sorry, my earlier question could have been interrupted as aggressive. I don’t want anyone to misunderstand, so I’ll rephrase. Where the hell is my child?” 

Alex instantly elbowed her in the side, but it lacked its usual force. She looked to the group somewhat desperately, “seriously though guys, where is the kid this morning? It’s not like her to be late.”

That was the last time you ever slept through breakfast. 

—-

With a sigh, you fall face first onto your bed. Tobin, also tired from the long day, laughs and says “same.” 

Christen decides to take the more overprotective route, slipping her shoes off in the doorway and climbing into bed next to you. She gently tugs you so your head is on her chest and pulls the blanket over you. She uses her hand to push the hair back from your face and rest her knuckles on your cheek. She uses her thumb to trace gentle circles on your temple, lulling you closer to sleep. 

“Oh, peanut, what did they do to you today?” 

You had spent the morning at an extremely intense practice. Then, back at the hotel, you had to play catch-up on homework while everyone napped. When everyone woke up a few hours later, the other kids insisted on going out to explore, dragging you along with them. You made it back to the hotel in time for a late dinner and went straight to team bonding. You made it about halfway through the game before Christen noticed you were about to fall asleep sitting up. Nudging Tobin, she excused the 3 of you and the 2 women hauled you off to their room. Knowing you, you would go back to your room and work on more schoolwork. You had been working for the past 16 hours and they knew they needed to get you to sleep before you became too overtired. 

“Tobes, this can’t keep happening. She’s just a kid still, she can’t be overworking herself constantly,” Christen did not hesitate to hold back her concerns. You were just barely awake enough to snuggle further into her in recognition. 

“I know Chris, we’ll help her, I promise. How about we let her sleep and we can talk to her in the morning?” When Tobin spoke, you felt the bed dip beside you and a hand began rubbing your back slowly. 

Christen released the breath she was holding, “okay, you’re right. You want to get ready for bed while I stay with her, then we can switch?” 

You felt Tobin lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head. She leant over you to give Christen a quick peck before slipping off the bed to get ready for the night. You can feel Christen pull you slightly closer, placing her hand on your head. 

“Good night peanut, we all love you so much. Tomorrow’s going to be better, I promise you.” 

You slept soundly that night and woke up cuddled between Christen and Tobin in the morning. Today would be easier. 

—-

“Sonnyyyy,” you say, stretching the ‘e’ sound out. You were laying upside down in a chair, the top of your head resting on the floor. You were bored out of your absolute mind. 

Sonnett came rolling across the floor in her chair, stopping in front of you, “you rang?” 

“I’m bored, let’s go do something,” you knew it wouldn’t take much to convince her. 

“Yeah, okay, what are we doing?”

You hadn’t thought that fair yet, so you simply shrugged your shoulders as best you could in your position. A second later, you had the perfect idea. Something you had seen near the hotel and you needed. Flipping upright in your chair, you grin and look at her. 

“Emily, listen very closely to me. We need to go get frozen yogurt. It’s imperative.”

Emily chuckled at your antics, “nice try, Vlatko would kill us, if Carli doesn’t get us first.”

“Come on Sonny, let’s have fun! Froyo! Yolo! There’s even a song about, we have to go,”

Emily could be extremely stubborn, especially on the field. But against you, she could rarely say no. Looking at your face as you pouted, she sighed. Poking your pouted lips, she shakes her head slightly. 

“One of these days that face won’t work on me Bubba. What are you going to do then?” 

Celebrating, you jump out of your chair, “oh please, nobody can say no to me. Now, yogurt? That makes it sound healthy!”

—-

The sound of your head hitting the goal post would become the soundtrack to the team’s nightmares for weeks to come. The second you hit the ground, you simply looked confused as to how you got there. The girls almost relaxed, thinking that it sounded worse than it was. 

About 3 seconds after that, your face screwed up in pain as you started sobbing. The pain in your head was unimaginable, unlike anything you had felt before. You pressed your face into the turf, hoping to relieve any of your pain. Your fingernails cut into your palms as you squeezed your hands into fists. 

Everyone froze on the field for a moment. You had been so close to scoring a goal until a defender from the other team tried to bump you out of the way. You stumbled over your feet and into the post. The second your wails were heard, the team came running. They didn’t care where the ball was, they didn’t care what Vlatko was yelling to them, all they cared about was getting to you. Alex and Mal, your fellow forwards for this game, reached you first. They threw themselves to the ground next to you, wanting to reach out and comfort you but not wanting to cause anymore pain. 

Alex reached out eventually, grabbing your left hand. She gently unclenched your fist and interlaced her fingers with yours. Mal followed suit on your right. You squeezed their hands as hard as you could, trying to find any comfort. 

As the rest of the team arrived around you, they were placing hands onto your body wherever they knew it wouldn’t hurt you: arms, legs, ankles and feet, up your back, and on your hips. They all tried to reassure you, but you couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears. 

The medics were there shortly after the team. They quickly slipped a neck brace on, slid you on the backboard and worked to get you off of the field. They took you to the medical room and got to work. 

You managed to escape relatively unscathed. You had a pretty bad concussion, but you knew you would have 2 dozen people fussing over you until you felt better. 

You heard the door creak open and squinted to see who it was. Rose was slipping in, still in her warm up clothes. She was supposed to go on today, but your unexpected exit had caused the subs to be switched around. She wasn’t mad, especially when it meant she didn’t have to shower and change before she could see you. 

Walking to the table you were on, she looked down at you, “don’t pretend you’re still sleeping, I saw you open your eyes.” 

You squint up at her, upset that you had to open your eyes, but glad you had someone with you. Tears well up in your eyes, the pain worsening with the light. 

“Rosie, it hurts.”

That statement alone was enough to break Rose’s heart. You were so sweet, so naïve, so caring. It wasn’t fair that you got hurt. 

“I’m so sorry, dolly, if I could make it stop I would. What can I do for you?” 

You open your eyes again slightly, trying to look at her. She could see how out of it your eyes were. 

“Hold me?” 

“Of course, want to go see everyone else or stay here in the quiet?” 

“Go see everyone, gotta shower too”

Rose scooped you up into her arms and headed for the door. You buried your head into her neck, trying to block out the light and sound. 

As you approached the locker room doors, they swung open. Hair dripping down her back, Alex started jogging out, only to stop in her tracks when she saw you. There must have been some silent conversation over your head because you soon feel yourself being transferred into Alex’s arms. You’re too out of it to do anything except whine when your source of body heat is taken. Alex’s still warm from the shower and you cuddle further into her. Turning around, she walks back into the locker room with you. 

Rose is an absolute angel and must have warned everyone you were coming. The room was silent except for the rustling of bags and the lights were dimmed. Alex settles on the bench by her locker, rocking you gently. You’re surrounded by her warmth and the smell of her shampoo. The medics must have given you some medicine, as you soon start to feel drowsy. Alex can definitely tell, leaning down to whisper to you, 

“Just rest sweetheart, you’ll be okay. I’ll get you in your bed as soon as I can.” 

The next thing you know you are blinking awake in a cool, dark room. Alex had clearly lied to you, this was not your bed. Honestly, you weren’t sure whose it was, but you saw enough familiar faces to know you were safe. You feel a hand in your hair and you look for the owner. Rose smiles down at you and winks,

“Go back to sleep dolly, you gotta fix your brain. You don’t have enough to be breaking it so much.”  

—-

It was far too early to be awake, let alone be ready for the day. It was a media day, which you usually liked. You loved getting to make content for the fans, loved getting to talk to people about how awesome the team was and what an honor it was to be able to play on it. You loved the silly videos you got to make and the games you got to play. You didn’t like that it had to start so early. 

Thanking last night you for setting everything out, you pull on your clothes and brush your teeth. You had convinced Kelley to braid your hair last night, so that was one less thing you had to do. Shoving your feet into your shoes, it was time to go. 

Stumbling out of the elevator and into the lobby, you were met with most of the team. You simply have them a sleepy glare for being too loud so early in the morning and shuffled over to them. 

Mal, seeing you, pulled you into her. You relaxed against her body, hoping for a few more minutes of peace. 

You should have known you would never get peace with this group. 

Mal began shaking you slightly, laughing at the look you gave her. 

“C’mon, it’s media day, you love media day. Where’s the excitement?”

The only response was a noncommittal hum from you. 

“Good morning to you too, sunshine. You can sleep some more when we’re on the bus.”  

You could be a ‘sunshine,’ you just needed another half hour of sleep. 

—-

Hate is a very strong word and one you tried to avoid. Hate is so negative, so final, it’s better to say you disliked something than to say you hated it. But you hated the flu. 

You had felt fine when you arrived at camp. You felt a little off on day 2, but nothing you were worried about. Around 4am on the morning of day 3, that changed. You were rooming with Sam for this camp. You liked Sam, she was a good roommate. She couldn’t say the same for you when you woke her up at 4am talking in your sleep. 

She at first tried to ignore you, thinking you would stop. After that she tried shushing you from across the room, but that failed. She eventually hauled her tired body out of bed, looking at the clock, 4:13am- you had to be to breakfast in 4 hours. She fumbled slightly in the dark, but made it to your bed. She put a hand on your shoulder, planning on shaking you awake enough to get you to stop talking. But as soon as her hand touched you, she pulled it back. You were boiling. She didn’t know what to do with sick people, this was not her domain. So she very calmly, in a totally completely not-panicked way, made her way to the door connecting your room with someone else’s. She didn’t know who was over there, but it was someone from the team. She honestly didn’t care who it was, she just needed help. Calmly, in a totally completely non-panicked way she knocked on the door. She knocked again when it didn’t open instantly. 

Eventually, the door cracked open. Ali was standing there, clearly having just been woken. 

“Sam, it’s the middle of the night. What’s so important it couldn’t wait for breakfast?” 

Sam took a breath, help was here, “it’s Y/N, something’s wrong with her. Maybe she’s sick? I don’t know, but she’s talking in her sleep and she’s burning hot and I don’t know what to do.” 

Ali was instantly awake and alert, shouting behind her for Ash. Ash mumbled, clearly wanting to stay asleep, but as soon as she heard your name she was on her feet. 

Ali pushed past Sam into the room, hurrying to your bed. She laid a hand on your forehead, wincing at what she felt. She began trying to wake you, hoping to get some more information. 

Ash shook her head at her wife, she was perfect. She made her way into the room, grabbing anything that she thought you would need for the night. She dropped it just inside her room, then walked back over to where Sam was standing by the door, watching everything happen. 

“She’ll be alright Sammy. We’ll take her for the rest of the night, why don’t you go back to sleep?” 

Sam simply nodded and made her way over to your bed. You had finally roused enough to give Ali simple, one-word answers. Sam leant down to give you a quick hug and said goodnight. Then she stood up and stepped back, watching as Ali scooped you into her arms and started for the door. 

Watching you go, she turned back to your empty bed. Seeing the stuffed animal you refused to admit you needed to sleep, Sam whisper-shouted a quick, “wait!” She grabbed the bear, quickly pressing it into your arms. You were asleep again, but your arms instantly wrapped around the bear. 

About 3 hours after Ash and Ali had gotten you sufficiently cooled off and snuggled safely in bed between them, the alarm went off. Ash reached to flip the alarm off while Ali turned to you, watching as you stirred. 

“Good morning, darling, can you please look at me?” 

You managed to tilt your head toward her, a frown etched into your face. 

Ali smiled gently at you, smoothing your bed head back, “good girl! Are you still feeling yucky this morning?” 

You weakly nod your head, answering “everything hurts.” 

You feel a hand on your back, Ash rolling you over just enough to make eye contact. 

“I texted the team this morning: about 8 of them are raiding the nearest drug store and the others are arguing over who gets to take you.” 

You hum, “wanna stay here.”

“Of course sweetheart, you can always stay with us,” Ali answers, a smug look on her face at having been chosen. 

Both Ash and Ali had a very hands-on, overprotective, babying way of taking care of you and- though you would usually deny it- you loved it. 

You hear them whispering to each other while looking at their phones. About a minute later, they look back down at you. 

“Okay baby, I’m going to stay with you this morning, then Ali is going to switch for the afternoon. If you feel up to it, I think the team wants to stop by after dinner to see you, maybe watch a movie. Is that okay with you?” 

You nod, curling up to Ash so you’re basically on top of her. Ali pulls herself out of bed, getting ready quickly. Plopping a quick kiss to your head, she looks to Ash again. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? She might be fussy if she wakes up”

Ash nods, “we’ll be okay, I’ll take care of the kid.”

—-

Nicknames tend to evolve over time. You somehow managed to acquire the nickname ‘munchkin,’ a relatively normal nickname. Your love of doughnut holes made it the perfect nickname. 

Over the next few months, ‘munchkin’ had its variations. ‘Munch’ and ‘munchie’ were the most popular, but ‘kin,’ ‘kins,’ and ‘kinny’ were not uncommon. All this was fine until a certain Canadian decided to crash US team bonding to catch up with Mal. 

“Wait, what did you just call Y/N?” Jessie asked. 

“Munchers, it’s short for munchkin,” Mal answered casually. 

“Munchkin? Like from The Wizard of Oz?” Jessie asked. 

Lindsey laughed, “no, like the doughnut holes.” 

“Oh, like a TimBit!” Jessie responded. 

You were not a fan of Jessie after this, the Canadian referred to you only as ‘TimBit’ from that point on. She was also kind enough to share the name with the Canadian team. 

Imagine the shock when you walked onto the pitch and heard, “heads or tails, TimBit?” coming from the Canadian captain. 

—-

“Hey, Chatty Cathy, I have an important question for you,” Abby asks you, effectively cutting off whatever you were talking about. 

You turned towards her, an impish grin on your face, “why yes Miss. Dahlkemper, how can I help you?”

Abby shook her head at you, “I was just wondering if you ever shut up? I’ve never heard you stop talking for more than 15 seconds.”

“No I do not.”

With that, you jump back into your in-depth recount of the day. 

#uswnt woso #womens soccer #woso community #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #reader insert

[hogwartseighthyear]

crush

“your girl” series: part 1 | (part 2) | part 3

(can be read as a standalone)

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader word count: 3.1k tags: rated G, house-neutral reader, outsider POV, fluff, pre-relationship, Y/N used summary: three times neville’s friends knew he had a crush on you. note: my first request yay! this idea stuck in my head and i couldn’t do anything else until i finished it. even though each of these scenes are referenced directly in the first part, this can probably still be read as a standalone. enjoy and thanks for reading!   request: @typicallydepressedandanxious​ “I know you’re currently editing a Neville fic, but I was wondering if you could do a kind of part two to ‘your girl’ More so just each time someone in the group thought Neville had a crush on the reader? That part was just so cute and fluffy and I wanna read more of it.” [x]   (crossposted here to AO3)

September 1, 1991:

Hermione stepped out of yet another compartment and shut the door behind her, muffling the giggles that followed her out into the corridor: a group of girls—sixth years at least—who’d been just as rude as they were unhelpful. Honestly, she thought to herself, exasperated, what’s so funny about a missing toad?

Neville still looked to be on the verge of tears, just as he had for the past half hour. He’d been far too frazzled to be of any real use during their search for Trevor, and it didn’t help that he seemed to be rather shy, but Hermione didn’t mind doing the most of the legwork. It was better that Neville followed her lead, anyway.

“Oh, we’re never going to find him, are we?” Neville despaired.

“We’ve still got one more car to look through,” Hermione said. She was nothing if not determined. “Come on, he must be here somewhere, I’m sure of it.”

The two of them moved further along down the Hogwarts Express, entering the final passenger car on the train. Hermione turned to the first compartment, Neville lingering over her shoulder, and abruptly slid open the door, startling the four students inside.

“Have any of you seen a toad? Neville’s lost his,” Hermione asked for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.

The two boys who’d been chatting on the left side exchanged baffled looks with one another. On the right side, a slightly older girl slumped against the window was blinking in confusion, only half-awake from the nap she’d been taking.

And next to her was you, an open book resting in your lap.

“Is that A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch?” Hermione asked with great interest, not bothering to wait for a response on Trevor’s whereabouts. “I’ve only read about halfway through it, unfortunately, but I suspect I’ll be able to finish before the first lesson. It sounds like such fascinating magic. What are your thoughts on the second chapter? Are you also a first year? My name’s Hermione Granger, by the way.”

You floundered for a moment at the sudden barrage of information, staring at Hermione with wide eyes. “Yes, I-I’m a first year. Y/N L/N,” you eventually stammered. “And, um, I’m afraid I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’ve just been— skimming, I suppose.”

“Oh.” Hermione frowned, disappointed. “Well, there’s still about an hour left until we reach Hogwarts. You have enough time to get through the preface, I’m sure. In the meantime, have you seen a toad around here? Any of you?” Hermione addressed the whole compartment.

You glanced at the other three students. The girl next to you had already fallen back asleep, and the two boys only shrugged, clearly disinterested. “I don’t think we have, sorry,” you said. “But… I could help you two look, if you’d like?”

“Hm. I guess another pair of eyes couldn’t hurt. As long as you want to, that is,” Hermione said.

“It’s fine, I’d like to help,” you said, smiling. You left your book on the bench as you followed her and Neville out into the corridor. Once the door was shut behind you, you lowered your voice a bit, adding, “I’d much rather hang out here with the both of you, anyway. No one in my compartment seemed very keen on talking to a first year.”

“You can sit with us after we’ve finished looking,” Hermione offered. “We were riding with two other first years, but they left a while ago to find their friends, so there should still be room.”

“Thank you, I’d really like that,” you said, smiling, then turned to address Neville. “Your name’s Neville, right? It’s your toad that’s missing?” you asked.

That’s when Hermione noticed just how violently red Neville’s face had turned. He no longer looked ready to cry, but he seemed almost… frightened? Or nervous, rather? She couldn’t quite pin his odd expression.

Neville nodded and swallowed harshly. “R-Right,” he stuttered. “Neville Longbottom. And Trevor. That’s— that’s my toad’s name. Trevor.”

“Nice to meet you, Neville. What does Trevor look like? Just in case we stumble across him.”

“Erm, he’s a smooth-sided toad. You know, about— this big,” Neville held his hands up, mimicking something roughly the side of a sandwich, “and he’s brown. His sides are darker than his back.”

“Cute,” you said, amused, which seemed to fluster Neville further. If possible, his face burned even brighter, and he was quite suddenly unable to meet your eyes, instead looking down at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

And, oh, Hermione understood now.

Just then, a commotion back in the previous train car caught her attention. A muffled yell and a hard thump, followed by three boys—a pointy blonde and his two much larger companions—tumbling out of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s compartment.

“What sort of trouble could they possibly be up to?” Hermione huffed, hands on her hips as she watched the boys run away. She turned back to you and Neville. “I better go see what’s going on. You two keep looking for Trevor,” she ordered.

And with that, Hermione stomped off. She didn’t feel bad about temporarily leaving the two of you to your own devices. You seemed competent enough to lead the search for Neville’s missing toad, and telling by the way Neville was staring dazedly at your profile, he probably wouldn’t even notice her absence.

    February 14, 1994:

Seamus’s chess pieces didn’t trust Neville in the slightest. He thought it was quite funny, despite his friend’s frustration. Sure, they were a bit prickly with every new person they encountered, but Seamus had been playing chess with Neville since they were first years and they still yelled at him about his poor directions.

“Okay, um, left bishop, move one space diagonally to the right,” Neville said.

“Are you mad?” the little bishop turned to shout at Neville. “His knight will cut my head clean off! Look, you still have space to move your pawns, sacrifice one of them! They’re far less important than me!”

Neville groaned and hung his head between his knees while Seamus cackled. It was evening, not long after dinner, and there were a fair few other Gryffindors milling about the common room. Neville and Seamus, who were fortunate enough to have snagged a spot near the fire, were interrupted by the Fat Lady’s portrait swinging open, Dean stepping in through the opening.

“Ah, lover boy!” Seamus called, waving Dean over to join them. He plopped down next to Seamus on the couch, a bright smile lingering on his face as he surveyed the chessboard in front of them.

“Having a rough time, Neville?” Dean asked, nodding at the pile of white pieces Seamus had already collected off him. “Don’t worry, Seamus’s board is hard to play with. Not very friendly.”

“Hey!” the chess pieces cried out in an offended chorus. They went ignored.

“Never mind that,” Seamus said, knocking his elbow excitedly against Dean. “You gave it to her, right?”

“Yeah, in the library just now.”

“And?” Seamus ask impatiently.

Dean shrugged, ducking his head, though the smile remained on his face. “She liked it. I charmed it to float over to her table and she got all embarrassed. But like, in a good way. It was cute.”

“Wait, what are you two talking about?” Neville asked.

“Dean’s in loooove,” Seamus sing-songed. Dean whacked him in the arm, cutting him off.

“Shut up, no I’m not!” he laughed.

Neville grinned at his roommates, entertained. “Oh really? With who, then?”

“Y/N,” Seamus supplied immediately, wiggling his eyebrows. He’d spent the last two weeks listening to Dean fret over his newfound crush and the various romantic gestures he’d been concocting for Valentine’s Day—Seamus even pitching in his own ideas whenever Dean drew a blank. Needless to say, he was eager to tease his best friend now that he’d finally made a move, letting the cat out of the bag.

On the other side of the low table, sat in the armchair he and Seamus had pulled up to play chess, all amusement had dropped from Neville’s face. He gaped at Dean and Seamus.

“Y/N L/N?” Neville asked.

“Yeah, ‘course. She’s your friend; what other Y/N would we be talking about?” Seamus said.

“I-I don’t know, I just… I didn’t…” Neville trailed off. His troubled expression went unnoticed by the other two Gryffindors.

“I picked up a chocolate frog for her last weekend in Hogsmeade. And a card,” Dean said happily. “It was a bit cheesy, but it had a dragon on it. You said she’s really interested in dragons, right, Neville?”

“…Right.” Neville’s voice was flat.

“So what now? You gonna ask her out anytime soon?” Seamus asked.

Dean shrugged again, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe. I’m working up to it. I think I might—”

Neville cut him off.

“What kind of dragon was it?”

“…What?”

“What kind of dragon was it? On the card,” he insisted.

“Uh. I don’t know. It was red—?”

“Her favorite is the Welsh Green.”

Seamus shared a confused look with Dean, who seemed equally as lost. Neville’s face was hard in a way neither of them had seen before, his posture tense as he gripped the armrests of his chair tight enough to blanch his knuckles. Even the chess pieces had paused to watch the exchange.

“Well, I mean… red is a Valentine’s Day color,” Seamus reasoned hesitantly.

Dean nodded his assent. “Yeah, mate, every card there was red and pink and full of glitter. I really don’t think it matters—”

“It does matter, because her favorite is a Welsh Green! If you knew her at all you would’ve gotten her one with a bloody Welsh Green!” Neville exclaimed, standing suddenly from his chair. He jostled the table in the process and the chess pieces cried out as they rattled around on the board.

Dean and Seamus weren’t the only ones who stared as Neville quickly stalked away, crossing the common room and disappearing up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory. His outburst had caught the attention of the other nearby Gryffindors, who all immediately started whispering to one another and casting curious glances towards the two boys left behind on the couch. Their mouths hung open in shock.

“Merlin! What the hell was his problem?” Dean sputtered after a lengthy pause, more baffled than he was angry. “All that because of a stupid card?”

Seamus slowly shook his head. “I don’t think that was about the card, Dean,” he said, absently watching the abandoned chess pieces as they grumbled and shuffled around the board, reordering themselves.

He’d never given your friendship with Neville much thought before, in all honesty. You and Neville hung around each other a lot, sure. But none of it had stuck out to Seamus. Maybe because he didn’t know you very well. Maybe because he didn’t know Neville as well as he thought, either. Shy, unremarkable, scatterbrained Neville.

But now, thinking about it—

Now things made a lot more sense.

    December 25, 1994:

Ginny liked Neville.

Not romantically, of course. Unfortunately, that place in her heart was quite firmly taken by the boy who was currently sulking alongside her idiot brother at an empty dining table after they’d both been ditched by the Patil twins.

But Neville was a good friend. He was sweet, and kind, and had been nothing but a gentleman to her for the whole duration of the Yule Ball, despite his frequent awkwardness and the many times he had accidentally stepped on her toes while attempting to dance. He was trying his best to be a good date, and Ginny appreciated that.

She just wished, perhaps a bit selfishly, that she’d been asked to the ball by a boy who actually wanted to go with her, rather than a boy who was so clearly in love with another girl and torn up over the fact that she’d arrived on someone else’s arm.

“Why didn’t you ask Y/N to the ball?”

Ginny’s question startled Neville, even though it really shouldn’t have. She’d made a very conscious effort to keep her voice neutral—curious rather than confrontational. Nevertheless, Neville fumbled his cup of punch, a bit a sloshing over onto his hand.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked. His voice had risen an octave.

Ginny nodded towards the dancefloor. There, you and Pyotr Belinsky from Durmstrang had your hands clasped together, wearing wide smiles as you jumped and danced around in time to the Weird Sisters. They were playing something wild and fast-paced. You were one person in a sea of moving bodies, and yet you’d drawn Neville’s eyes like a beacon all night long.

“She’s your friend,” Ginny said simply.

Neville looked away, his expression pained.

“You’re my friend too,” he mumbled, plucking a napkin from a nearby table to wipe his hand. The two of them had stepped off to the side of the Great Hall, taking a short break from the party to finish their drinks.

Ginny gave him look. “You know what I mean, Longbottom.”

He didn’t answer. His mouth was set in a tight line.

“C’mon,” Ginny urged, though she kept her tone gentle, “you’re not very subtle. You only asked me to the ball after moping around the castle for three days when you found out Y/N was going with that Belinsky fellow, and you looked quite unhappy to be doing so.”

Neville’s cheeks flushed, eyes growing wide with alarm. “Ginny, that’s not— I’m sorry if I came across that w—”

She waved him off. “Calm down, I’m not offended or anything. Genuinely. I just don’t understand why you’re not here with Y/N instead.”

He slumped a bit then, heaving a big sigh as he seemed to finally give up on the pretense. Sympathetic as she was, Ginny was glad for it. Neville was a terrible liar. He gave himself away before even opening his mouth.

“Erm— I suppose I was… scared. I-I’m not the most brave, you know,” he said, his voice meek and barely audible over the music.

Ginny frowned. “She would’ve said yes if you’d asked, surely.” Anyone could see how close you and Neville were.

“Yeah, because we’re friends. You said it yourself,” Neville huffed. Meanwhile, a round of applause rose up as the Weird Sisters finished their current song. Harsh guitar riffs and heavy drums faded out into something much softer, slower.

“And you don’t want to be her friend,” Ginny concluded.

“Of course I want to be her friend. She’s the best one I’ve ever had,” Neville said, earnest.

“You don’t want to only be her friend, then.”

“…No.” He paused, stared down into his punch. “She would never like me like that, though. Why would she look twice at me when she has guys like Belinsky asking her to the ball? It’s impossible. I’m not— I’m not good enough.”

“Neville,” Ginny began. He shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he rushed to say, once again lying rather poorly. “We should really talk about something else, anyway. It’s not fair to you if I just spend the whole night whingeing about my own stupid prob—”

“Nev!”

Neville’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You were just ahead, alone, one hand hiking your skirt up off the ground as you weaved through the dining tables towards him and Ginny, trying not to totter on your heels.

“Hey!” you greeted when you reached them, a big smile on your face. Some of your hair had fallen from its style, and you quickly tried to smooth it back into place. “Great party, isn’t it? How’re you two doing? Having a good time?”

“Of course. I’ve never seen the Great Hall look so gorgeous,” Ginny jumped to say, sensing that Neville still needed a moment to gather himself—his confession and your arrival had clearly left him a bit overwhelmed.

“Right? It’s amazing,” you said, looking up at the frosted walls of the Great Hall and the greenery hung across the ceiling. “Pyotr said that Durmstrang’s castle is nowhere near as beautiful as Hogwarts. Though they do have us beat when it comes to the scenery, apparently, being up in the mountains and all.”

Neville cleared his throat. He was still quite tense, but overall, mostly composed. “Where is he, by the way? Belinsky, I mean,” he asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh, he just went off to the loo. And anyway, I told him you owed me dance,” you said with a sly grin. Then, glancing over at Ginny, “If that’s alright with both of you, of course.”

Ginny practically wrenched Neville’s drink out of his hand and shoved him into your arms—not actually, but close enough, what with her sudden enthusiasm.

“More than!” Ginny said brightly, urging her date forward. “Go on, Neville. I can entertain myself for a song or three.”

He looked back over his shoulder as you led him toward the crowd of slow dancing students, mouthing “Three?” at Ginny with a very, very red face. She only gave him a thumbs-up in response, watching as you and Neville found your spot on the dancefloor. He looked rather flustered when you stood close and placed his hand on your waist, but soon enough you seemed to relax into one another—chatting, smiling, moving gently with the music.

Ginny could see it plain as day: you and Neville just fit together, like the most natural thing in the world. There was no doubt in her mind that the two of you were inevitable. It warmed her heart just as much as it struck a pang of envy within her.

She took a sip of Neville’s punch, risking a glance towards Harry and her brother. They were still sat alone at the same table, heads bowed together as Ron prattled on about something or another. But Harry was only listening with half an ear, Ginny could tell, because his bitter gaze was firmly planted on Cho Chang, currently being twirled around the dancefloor by Cedric Diggory.

Ginny sighed and tried not to let it sting. Most boys were idiots, she’d decided. Especially when they were teenagers. She often wondered if and when they would ever be worth her time.

But if you’d been lucky enough to find one as good as Neville, Ginny couldn’t help but hope that maybe, eventually, she would too.

#neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom #neville longbottom fic #my writing #request

[skrrtscree]

Viva Las Vengeance is out so I decided to waste 43 minutes of my life and here's my thoughts.

Note: any song after Local God is my first time listening to it, so all these reactions were written as the song was playing.

Also I'm using the tumblr app so idk how to cut text sorry.

Viva Las Vengeance:

This song has already been shat on to death for good reason

The verse and the chorus don't fit at all with each other

And the slow part near the end is not it😬

Middle of A Breakup:

Just saying this now the lyrics on these songs are VERY on the nose AND unoriginal

'Keep your disco, give me T-Rex' tf is that suppose to mean???

It's meh. Not as painful as the first one for sure.

Don't Let the Light Go Out:

Said it before and I'll say it again: Ed Sheeran knock-off.

Shows that Brendon doesn't need uplifting beats and screehing to make a good song

Well 'good' is subjective but this is one fo the better ones.

Local God:

This song should be in JAIL.

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT IHATE IT-

Doesn't flow together AT ALL

It's 2022 Brendon why did you make an ENTIRE 3 MINUTE SONG about a guy you haven't talked to in YEARS???

Star Spangled Banger:

the title is a obvious lie, this shit ain't banging at ALL

Why is brendon sing-talking some parts in the verse?? Could he not fit all the lyrics in??

Good to know that the verse and the chorus not fitting together is gonna be a running theme throughout this album

God Killed Rock and Roll:

I swear the beginning of with the piano this sounds like a cheap knockoff of bohemian rhapsody

The musical flow of this song SUCKS so much its kinda funny. It starts with piano with an accompany of a chorus which is the only decent part of the entire song, then the pre-chorus has a quicker beat and the switch feels so abrupt.

I don't like that it sounds like brendon is trying to chase the lyrics in the chorus

Say it Louder:

Ngl the beat actually sounds good???

'For the people in the back(back,back,back) bros trying to create his own echo💀

None of it sounds out of place so far.. his voice does kind of sound a bit werid though its kind of expected of him at this point

OK nvm, it got slow again around the middle

Sugar Soaker:

The come on come ons do not fit the beat of the chorus. They fit the verses just fine though.

He's definitely making the choruses sound 'fulfilling' when it's just the verse but upped an octave. It just comes off as lifeless..

Wtf were those come ons at the end, its like hes creating dramatic tension through audio

Something About Maggie:

HELP NOT THAT HIGH NOTE FOLLOWED BY ALL THE LOW ONES, yeah that made me actually laugh

'Let him GOOO🤩' 'people say people say run away run away😈'

Sorry but the only ones who wrote a good line about slitting wrists were MCR and that was in 2004 🙄

Also Panic hasn't really been 'emo' since Fever (maybe Vices but that's pushing it) so not only is this line just yeesh it doesnt fit at all.😬

So glad Brendon decided to embrace his snake persona with how he's saying his s' at the end of sentences

'oh yeah'😚

Brendon PLEASE stop messing up the track by switching beats halfway through it

a a a a a a a a

Friendship ended with Sarah, now Maggie is my bestie

Sad Clown:

Title is kinda self-aware, ain't it?

Alright Brendon we know you were on Broadway but that doesn't mean you have to force yourself to sing like that on your songs

Only dogs can hear it I stg

Great he got slow AGAIN out of no where, cause that went so well the last time he did it (viva las vengeance)

All By Yourself:

Another self-aware title damn, he's on a kick with these.

He likes mentioning those posters on my wall. Ironically I have two IDKHOW and FØB posters and none of him lol.

Even with a slow song like this, it still feels like he's forcing himself to sing higher than he has to.

He was right about changing everything all by himself though.

This actually sounds pretty nice, I will admit.

Do it To Death:

What else is there left to say? It sounds the exact same as the other songs..

It keeps teasing me thinking he's gonna say something else-OH SCREW OFF NOW THIS 'shut up and go to bed' SHIT AGAIN

I sat through 40 minutes of your mediocre music just to get jumpscared with a viva las vengeance callback END ME

In short: im disappointed but not surprised. This doesn't even feel like Panic anymore. The lyrics are bland and repetitive, Brendons vocals are truely fighting on their last legs and the songs can't commit to a single beat. It's like he had too many ideas and thought he could execute them all but he couldn't. I can't believe this album is actually real, I refuse to listen to this ever again.

If the studio versions of these songs sound so dogshit, I canNOT wait to hear about the tour versions.

Bonus note: the song spotify decided to auto play right after finishing the album was Famous Last Words which idk whether to laugh or cry.

#panic! at the disco #panic! at the brendon #brendon urie #viva las vengeance #middle of a breakup #local god #don't let the light go out #p!atd #panic at the disco #panic at the brendon #sad clown #something about maggie #god killed rock and roll #star spangled banner #say it louder for the people in the back #sugar soaker #all by yourself #do it to death

[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [2]

Heya, welcome back!

I swear writing Chamber dialogue is SO HARD. He's like a greek sculpture in text form, he NEEDS to be perfect in every way shape and form! Also physical, but you know, haha...

Anyway, this one's a bit short, but I might be kinda having some problems irl and I'm trying my best to keep writing. If I suddenly stop posting or my writing starts to lack, now you know why! Sorry in advance!!

❤ฺ·。

Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

It only took a few minutes, and here you were, standing at the entrance to his office. Light peeked through underneath the metal door, but only barely. You felt dread perk up from within.

Knocking would flatten your knuckles, given how dry your soil was. You pressed your fingers against the sensor next to the door, your ‘fingerprints’ being scanned by the machine. Of course, it didn’t allow you entry, but it sent him a notification that someone was outside.

And just as quickly, the door slid open. The scent of his cologne entered your nostrils and easily outweighed the coffee.

“Come in.”

He spoke up, his voice deep and husky. It matched the heavy atmosphere around you. However, not letting this bother you, you simply walked in with your usual smile; coffee in hand.

“Hey, Chamber! Fade wanted me to deliver this to you.”

You found him sitting on his rolling chair. Legs crossed, arms resting on the flat drafting table littered with bright blue schematics, pens, pencils, erasers, and post-it notes. He held a book that he was halfway through. But instead of speaking, he resorted to silently tapped on a specific spot on his table, still reading.

Obeying, the coffee was set just a few inches away from his finger, before you took a few steps back. And still, he remained soundless, hardly even acknowledging you. 

With only a handful the lights turned on, the one that grew more prevalent was the one that sat on his desk. Its strong yellow rays that contrasted the dark setting left you uneasy. It morphed to dread when coupled with his behaviour.

All your time here, Chamber’s never acted this way. Quiet, and relying on gestures. It felt condescending, but then again, he was in the middle of reading something. Right? Or maybe you shouldn’t be giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Just as you thought that, the book slammed shut with a thump, before he set it on the table and turned to face you. Fingers interlaced with a smile, the familiar aura returned with the elegance and subtlety of a bus that ran you over.

“A/N, a pleasure to see you. How have you been?”

Even his tone switched to his usual upbeat one. You crossed your arms, weirded out by the sudden change.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

“Ah, pardonne-moi, I was in the middle of reading something. A good book takes me to a different land, I simply cannot help it.” <Ah, forgive me,>

“‘Takes you to a different land’? There’s no way a book can do that. Last time I read, it was like going back to school all over again.”

He politely chuckled, fixing his glasses. 

“Simple, perhaps you have not found the right author.” 

“Did you find the right author?”

“Of course. Konrad Lorenz is a lovely choice if you are interested in animals.”

You peered at his desk, noticing that he was indeed reading a book by whoever the hell that man was. But Chamber, the suave marksman reading about animals? You thought he was reading about guns, funnily enough.

“You like animals?”

“Oui, I find them helpful for– to unwind. After a long day… incredibly therapeutic, if I do say so myself.” <Yes,>

Chamber uses animals to unwind? He could’ve told you that he was the president of America and you would’ve been less shocked. But the idea of him scrolling through pictures of cute puppies at three in the morning was hilarious. You stared at him for a moment, before shrugging.

“I’m good, watching documentaries is more fun. You could see them instead of reading them, right? And what else?”

“Perhaps. Have you tried reading up on soil? That could be beneficial.”

You stifled a giggle in fear of coming off as rude.

“Having dirt powers doesn’t make me care about it. If I had a choice, it would def be something like Jett. Wind’s more awesome.”

“I see. My point still stands.”

“I’m good.”

He smiled. The lights above him bounced off of his golden tattoos once he slightly shifted, giving it a hypnotising shimmer.

“Is that so? By chance, I do know a little about it. You could use lighter weapons with less recoil so it does not break up your fingers. And perhaps make clay out of your arms and make it stick together. Ah, I digress. You seem disinterested.”

“Wait! Wait, uh–”

Just as he turned to his desk to grab his book, you stopped him in his tracks. Though he wasn't looking at you now, you could sense him waiting for you to continue.

Fade told you to give him the coffee and leave, but… the conversation was getting pretty interesting. He’s giving you free important tips, it would be moronic to pass them up. 

You awkwardly smiled, playing with your auburn side braid. 

“Now that I think about it, dirt suddenly sounds really interesting when you explain it… so, anything else?”

He deeply chuckled to himself.

Oh, that's cute.

#valorant #x reader #fanfiction #chamber x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant oneshots #chamber #female reader #chamber x f reader #chamber x female reader #valorant chamber #valorant x reader #valorant imagines #vincent fabron #valorant chamber x reader #valorant chamber x f reader

[lcnelyghost]

above all//tristan duffy

pairings; tristan duffy, female reader

rating; pg :)

warnings; slight harsh language. but other than that, just tons of fluff <3

summary; a short and sweet fic with the female reader finding her boyfriend, tristan, all snuggled up in bed after he’d accidentally fallen asleep whilst waiting up for her.

You made you’re way to room 52. The room both you and you’re beloved partner shared. You’d gone out for a girls night and felt rather sorry whenever you had to leave Tristan in by himself. He didn’t mind, of course. He liked it when you could go and enjoy yourself. Besides, you weren’t really missing out on anything. He’d go buy snacks and put something stupid on the TV like South Park or Family Guy. He supposed it was enough to keep himself occupied? Most likely.

You took a quick peep through the keyhole and noticed the lights were off. He had a habit of flicking the switch and having the television as his only source of light. Either that or he was sleeping. But just in case, you wanted to be as quiet as you could to avoid waking him up.

Soon enough, the key was shoved in and you slowly pulled the handle. Soft snores filled the room along with the blaring sound of Eric Cartman’s voice. You crept over to the TV and turned it off. You glanced over to Tristan who was currently smooshing himself further into his pillows. You giggled and approached the heartwarming sight to inspect it a little bit closer.

It would melt anyone’s heart to see their boyfriend nestled into his bed, sleeping soundly. You noticed how Tristan shivered slightly when he realised he had nothing covering him. He was still deep in slumber but began to stir a bit. You frowned and looked at the duvet which was currently on you’re side of the bed, but also halfway on the floor.

You quietly covered him back up and screwed you’re eyes shut in fear when he stirred even more. You let out a small sigh of relief when he only scratched his nose and fell silent again. Tip toeing away from the bed, you decided to go ahead and get changed in another area of the room.

Tristan fluttered his eyes open and squinted at the light coming out from the bathroom door. He groaned and rolled over, accidentally taking a tumble then falling on his ass during the process.

He rubbed his sore behind and crawled back into bed. You came waltzing out of the bathroom and gave yourself quite a fright when you saw Tristan peering at you, wide awake.

“Shit. Did I wake you?” You whispered. He smiled softly and shook his head.

He patted gently on the spot next to him, gesturing for you to climb into bed with him.

You finished getting undressed and he smirked at you’re now bra-clad form. You lay down on the bed and wiggled closer to him. He moved you to where he wanted, allowing you to snuggle into his bare chest.

Tristan hummed in satisfaction and placed a light kiss on you’re forehead. You felt his arm snake around you’re waist as he held you in a protective manner.

After feeling more safer than you’ve ever felt, you closed you’re eyes and wished to fall asleep. Dreaming happy dreams whilst in you’re peaceful slumber.

Tristan soon noticed that you’d finally decided to rest for tonight, shuffling a little and preparing to go to sleep himself.

“I love you,” Tristan mumbled. And with that, he soon followed on with you’re actions and drifted off back into his long nap for the night.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #finn wittrock #ahs hotel #freak show #dandy mott #ahs freakshow #james patrick march #james march #tristan duffy #tristan #fem reader #female #ahs x reader #ahs fanfic #male character #y/n #x reader #i just want to sleep #fanfiction #fluff #imagine #headcanon #hot male #male actor #dandy mott x reader #rudolph valentino #valentino #the countess

[elendsessor]

nocturne no fusion run update part god(‘s voice) is dead

well here’s one that didn’t go as planned yet also kinda did

now i actually made some pretty massive mistakes, and at least let the first one be your take away if you ever do any challenge run where the demifiend has to be involved (aka not the demon only run yes that’s real)

do not, and i mean DO NOT pass up glacial blast.

i forgot that’s the only element metatron doesn’t either resist or nullify. my dumb ass decided i wouldn’t take it. i should’ve. i really really should’ve.

i did make the smart decision to finally replace tornado with bolt storm tho for mot. yay???

yeah i was originally gonna save metatron until post diet building but couldn’t remember if you get locked into an ending once you beat mitra/samael or once you entered the tower of kagutsuchi. either way, it was a perfect time to go back to the lab(yrinth) again… after beating up surt, mada, and mot.

as always, surt’s a joke if you null or drain fire. mot can’t beast eye spam in hd like he could back in the day so he got nerfed hard. mada was the only real problem because intoxicate sucks.

i was’t genuinely scared of metatron. worried it would take longer than it did, but he’s kinda weak by nocturne boss standards when you think about it.

i never found him as hard as beelzebub mainly because you start off at a massive disadvantage before fighting the fruit fly from hell, meanwhile you’re given all the tools necessary for mr roboto save for pierce which you don’t need. also because metatron wastes his turns with mahamon if you void or reflect light. death flies at least still damages and beel uses a variety of other elemental moves. the only thing that could make metatron harder for some is how he cracks down on buff/debuff cancelling hard and he has debilitate.

now, what’s the problem with my sorry band of losers featuring raidou kuzunoha the 14th and best girl pixie? simple answer is we don’t have enough ice power.

qing long had to be dropped sadly since he unfortunately can’t match up to a lot of the endgame demons without major assistance. on my first run, mabufula was doing nothing, and because i can’t fuse, there wasn’t any way to power him up without extensive grinding, be it for incenses or levels. i don’t think this would change much as yeah as i ended up learning aside from weak healing moves on high magic stat demons, no amount of buffs can make up for low/medium damage elemental attacks especially not multi target skills due to how they function. he did good though. a real unsung hero. carried my team in interesting ways. i can’t fully change his moveset into something much greater without fusion, not even if i redo mizuchi, but god he was an actual trooper and will always be remembered (i’ll probably resummon him for the heck of it though).

the original team was gonna be black frost, albion, and titania, but i hit another roadblock due to the whole no fusion thing meaning no moveset changing and a good chunk of black frost’s moves can’t be mutated. garuda could work but only through chaining. maybe lilith too, but that would require a lot of grinding i don’t want to do. i tried at least abusing megido and megidiola stones but they did nothing.

and then comes the idea of using tekisatsu.

while a physical move, it does almighty damage. the cons come from the low crit rate (at least in my experience i never get crits with it ;-;) and it isn’t super powerful outside of taking care of random encounters. raidou does get a special piercing ability, but i didn’t feel like abusing it with yoshitsune. i abuse the poor guy enough. also wasn’t super close (the exp from metatron was just enough to get him to learn the pierce skill). the original idea was buff with monke, debuff with war cry and provoke (+dekaja stone of course), have titania both heal and do bonus damage with glacial blast, and have demifiend play emergency support. had to switch monke out halfway through since the debuffing combos weren’t keeping up with how many times metatron spammed dekunda, so i swapped albion in (they null phys so if metatron did decide to use his normal attack it could potentially be wasted). it wasn’t as big a stall race as beel’s fight was thankfully, and i think that’s partly due to the ai giving up and prioritizing fire of sanai and the “forever useless until 4a onwards” mahamon over trying to remove the debuffs.

the other big mistake? i was wrong about the fat fuck elephant. you do need metatron, and yes the only way to get him without metatron is by clipping through the door, but in order to perform the glitch, it needs to be set up using a pc only exploit.

i’m playing on console.

raidou gets to be the op secondary attacker now. good. don’t separate the ankle biter from his boyfriend.

#shantien rambles #smt nocturne #smt #my head is aching so bad #goodnight gamers

[cyantomatos]

Wheel of Writing - Day 28

Pairing: Viktor x f!reader Prompt: At your friend’s urging, you begrudgingly attend a Valentine’s Day speed dating event. Notes: So fun fact, this is the first time Viktor is appearing on my blog, but this is not the first thing I wrote for him. There’s a sex pollen fic for him on my AO3 from a few months ago that never got posted here.

This was a bad idea.

No, scratch that, this was a horrible idea. And it wasn’t even yours.

The only thing you could think of as the man across the table droned on about his extensive properties was how exactly you were going to kill your friend when you saw them next. Didn’t you read something one time about the perfect murder? Something about using ice as a weapon because it melts. 

Although if this guy didn’t shut up soon, you were going to test your methods on him.

You let out an audible sigh of relief when you heard the bell ring, signaling it was time for a switch. As your last ‘date’ stood you dropped your head into your hands, trying desperately to find the tiniest scrap of a will to live. 

“You look like your evening is going about as well as mine.” There’s a wryly amused tone to the voice across from you, but the accent is what gets you to look up.

Your next date is carefully lowering himself into the seat across from you, leaning a cane against the table. He looks up once he’s seated, and for the first time tonight you find yourself actually wanting to talk to one of your romantic prospects.

In the next second his words catch up with you, and you let out a short laugh. “Depends, are you also debating how best to murder your best friend for talking you into this?” “Getting there, actually. And I wasn’t talked into it, I lost a bet.” You’re already halfway to completing his sentence mentally with ‘but it allowed me to meet you’ before you realize he didn’t take the obvious pick-up line set-up.

You sit up straight, glancing down at the paper in front of you. It lists the names and ages off all the men you were supposed to meet tonight, and you scan down until you find his. “Well, Viktor, I guess we are in about the same boat then. Out of curiosity, what bet did you lose?”

He grimaces, letting out a sigh. “My partner and I, Jayce, we work on something called HexTech. I bet I would be the first to figure out how to harness it for a new medical device we’re working on. As you can probably gather, I was wrong. I was very close, but wrong.” Viktor shrugs. “Jayce seems to think I spend too much time in the lab and not enough out ‘meeting new friends’,” He makes air quotes, and you find yourself grinning, “So this was what he made me do.”

“Well, I’m sorry for how your night has gone so far. That sounds like a truly humiliating punishment.” You can’t keep the grin off your face, and something warm curls up in your chest at the answering grin from Viktor as he shrugs.

“Eh, it truly has not been that bad. I just never really know what to do in social situations, especially situations like this.” He sounds almost disdainful, and you glance at the clock on the far wall that keeps track of the time until the end of the round and find it getting startlingly close to zero.

You look back at Viktor. “Well, avoiding the cheesy ‘I’d go through it again to meet you’ line, I’m not too upset with the whole night now that I’ve met you. You’re actually interesting to talk to.”

He blushes. He actually blushes, and damn you if it doesn’t look perfect on him.

Viktor coughs slightly, glancing down and smiling slightly. “I think I would agree with that sentiment.”

You glance back at the clock and stifle a groan, knowing you still have several rotations after this round. Looking down you tear a corner off your paper, leaning down to dig a pen out of your purse. “Listen, feel free to tell me I’m being presumptuous, but-” You finally snag a pen, hastily scrawling out your name and number on the scrap of paper before holding it out to him, trying not to look too hopeful. 

He looks surprised, and for a second your heart drops at the idea of him refusing. A heartbeat later he reaches out, fingers barely brushing yours just as the bell sounds again. He looks up, eyes locking on yours, and grins.

“Not a total waste of a night, then.”

#WoW #Wheel of Writing #Viktor Arcane #Victor x f!reader #arcane fanfic

[akirakirxaa]

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave with Azem x Hades x Hythlodaeus

["The Way You Said I Love You" prompts. Sorry it took so long, I was in a bit of a writing slump, hope you enjoy! Also we do switch POVs halfway through but there's an indicator.]

The bright flash, like sunlight, told Hades exactly who was calling him, and he let out a frustrated sigh as his office vanished and he reappeared on a cold, rainy hillside. A quick glance around told him that Hythlodaeus had been summoned too, but there was no impending danger as there would usually be when she called for help. Just a lonely, windswept tent nearby, the flap of which hadn't been properly secured, revealing his beloved Persephone sprawled inside, and, exchanging only a quick glance, the two men hurried to her side.

She was pale, her fiery eyes dulled and watering. Though she tried to grin at them, it was a weak thing, and she clung to Hythlodaeus as he bundled her close, running a hand against her forehead.

"You're burning up!" he flinched back in surprise. "What happened?"

"I... got in a fight with some of the local fauna," she started. "I thought I healed the wounds sufficiently, but I suppose not, because a couple of days later I started feeling so awful..."

"Why didn't you come home sooner?" Hades whirled on her, eyes flashing angrily, and she shrank against Hythlodaeus, averting her eyes.

"I figured I had time to finish my assignment, and then I could come home and you could patch me up," she gave him a hesitant smile, but he just crossed his arms at her.

"We're going home," he announced. One snap of his fingers and they were back in their warm, dry flat, her traveling gear bundled back up and plopping wetly at the entryway to be dealt with later.

~*~

Not long later, Persephone found herself bundled amongst warm blankets and pillows, the wound she'd missed on her back treated properly. Hythlodaeus prepared her some tea to warm her and (somewhat embarrassingly) helped her drink, her body so exhausted she didn't trust herself not to spill it. The sharp tang to it told her it was one of the herbal remedies she'd mixed up, though with her mind so foggy she couldn't tell which one. Logically, it was probably the one she'd made to break fever.

"I need to head this off at the Convocation," she heard Hades mutter to Hythlodaeus, the first words she'd heard him speak since he declared they were going home. She worried that her recklessness had finally pushed him to far, and before he could draw too far from the bed, she grabbed his sleeve, gripping with all the strength she had.

"Please don't go," she murmured. "I love you, I'm sorry for worrying you." She heard the telltale exasperated sigh before he knelt down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'm just going to tell the Convocation that you need an extension on your latest assignment, and then I'll be back," he assured her. She let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding.

"But," his voice turned sharp again. "The next time you're feeling unwell, you come home and let us take care of you. Is that clear?" She gave a sheepish nod, even though all three of them knew it was a promise she'd break sooner or later. Probably sooner.

Hades vanished, and she settled back into her pillows as sleep overtook her.

#ffxiv #hythazemet #hythlodaeus #azem #emet-selch #oc: persephone 'azem' #thanks for the ask! #my writing #hurt/comfort #sick fic #yes i could have gone a lot more angsty with this but i wanted to go more cute #my fanfiction #ship: distant skies