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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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hiii, i've been thinking for Fluffy Friday - Hobie walking gn!reader to their bus stop after a concert and giving them his jacket

like it's late, and they're both tired from all the jumping in the pit and he's making sure they won't freeze on their way home. just Hobie being both punk and a gentleman <3

hope you're having a good day!!

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, love struck Hobie, FLUFF

It's fluffy Friday!

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You're freezing your ass off waiting for the bus, you try to hide it from Hobie though; slyly rubbing your arms, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. You absolutely regret not bringing a thicker jacket with you. Your tired body doesn't help, legs tired from jumping up and down, cursing the government for taking out benches on bus stops.

Hobie stops mid sentence, too engrossed in the conversation, he just noticed how your lips slightly quiver in the cold, arms crossed on your chest, trying to act nonchalant.

"—You want my jacket?" Hobie's already taking off his leather jacket.

"No, you'll get cold" you try to stop him, hands on the leather, pushing it back towards him.

"I run warm, love. You need it more" He says softly as he drapes it over your shoulder, helping you put your arms inside the jacket. You don't protest more, savoring the warmth provided. Already giddy when you realize you smell like him now. "Better?" Hobie rubs your arms, adding extra warmth.

"Yeah, better. Thank you" you sigh into his touch, smile soft, eyes staring at him with so much fondness, you take his breath away. A lopsided smile appears on his lips, he's sure you're doing it on purpose just to see him all flustered.

He lets you win, chuckling as he hides his face on the crook of your neck, using the excuse that he's hugging you goodbye. You embrace him back, warming him up instantly.

"You're cold already" You whisper it to him like a secret, kneading the tired muscles on his back.

The bus arrives, saving Hobie from your horrid (affectionate) acts. The doors hisses open, you reluctantly let him go, Hobie holds you at arms length, cupping your face in his hand, admiring how the fluorescent lights from the bus highlights your face. He etches the memory deep inside his mind, memorizing how clouds puff out of your slightly parted lips, eyebrows relaxed, doe eyes gazing at him with longing.

You're not the only one who has that expression. Hobie mirrors yours, except for the content smile on his lips. The bus honks, ruining the moment.

"I've gotta go" you don't want to leave though, but your eyes are already protesting, lids growing heavy every minute.

Hobie scans the bus for any creeps that might cause you trouble. He finds none, only you and the bus driver will be inside.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asks with concern, it is really late for you to travel alone.

You slowly walk towards the bus, fingers laced with Hobie's. "You live on the other side of town" laughing, finally letting him go. You feel cold already. "I'll call you when I get home, okay?" Trying to reassure him.

"Yeah," he nods, watching you get on the bus. "Drive safely, mate" Hobie addresses the driver. The driver wordlessly gives him a nod.

Sitting down on the plastic seats, you watch as Hobie gets smaller and smaller as the bus drives away. Laying your head on the window, you smile at how much you had fun today, especially spending it with Hobie. Giddily wrapping his leather jacket closer to your torso. You've been dating him for a couple of months now, and you're loving every second of it. You probably look like a maniac to the bus driver, all smiley and giggling at nothing.

Distracted, your face almost hits the seat in front of you when the bus suddenly lurches to a stop. You look out of the window in confusion.

"Sorry 'bout that" Hobie's familiar voice talks to the driver. Are you that tired that you're suddenly hearing his voice? Or do you just fancy him that much?

Peeking down the aisle, sure enough you see Hobie sauntering over to you, a goofy smile on his face.

Your mouth agape, you fumble with your words. "What–how? You're–"

"I ran" He doesn't look like he ran to catch up with the bus, a running bus mind you. How in the world?–

Hobie gestures for the seat next to you, without warning, the bus suddenly moves again, you reach for his arms so he doesn't get thrown about. Guiding him down the seat, he gives you an appreciative smile.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, voice lowering so you don't anger the driver with the noise.

"I don't know, actually" he looked serious when he said those words.

You laugh from the belly, head thumping on his chest. He laughs a few seconds after you, finding your giggling contagious. His hands on the back of your neck, you feel how cold his palms are. "Oh I think I know" you say with a smirk, a hint of shyness peeking in.

"I'm not trying to sleep over at your place–"

"And here I thought you wanted me to make you a cup of tea" you warm his cold arms. "So this isn't a ruse to stay the night?"

"I think i just wanted to make sure you got home" he clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant.

"All these spikes and you're actually a softie, huh?" You fix his windblown eyebrow. "How are you gonna get home now?"

"That's for me to figure out later" Hobie tilts his head, leaning to your touch.

"Okay," you lay your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for staying with me" holding his cold hand, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"It's nothin'" He loops his arm over your shoulder. Cheek right next to your temple, Hobie practically melts. Comfortable in your arms, you feel the same, resting your eyes, squeezing his hand lightly.

You mentally scoff at the idea of letting Hobie walk in the dark especially in this temperature. You're already planning what tea to brew for him when you get home.

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thefoxtherapist · 2 months

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Surprise Kisses!

tags: Sebastian x gn!reader, Shane x gn!reader, Leah x gn!reader, Abigail x gn!reader, fluff, kisses.

Sebastian made a face as oil dripped onto his cheek, it wasn't that he hated it, but the texture of the oil certainly wasn't great. He lowered his arms from the underside of his motorcycle, staring up at the various bits of metal.

He still couldn't figure out what was causing that-

A sharp exhale escaped him as the creeper he was on was pulled out from underneath him. A shadow was cast over him as he blinked up at the sky? You. You pressed your lips to his, surprising the poor programmer, dark green eyes widening.

"Just wanted to say hi on my way by." You stood back up, taking a step back, he felt you push the creeper back under his motorcycle. The man took a moment, setting the wrench down on the concrete beside him, he pressed his hand to his face and laughed.

"Love you too.." Sebastian snickered despite hearing your quickly receding footsteps on the grass.

Shane kicked rocks as he walked across town, it was too early, Joja Mart sucked, and he wanted to go back to bed. Or the saloon. But he tried not to go to the saloon as often as he used to. He kicked another rock, watching it skid across the floor.

"Shane!"

He stopped, turning his head to spot you rushing towards him. He didn't really high time, but he'd make time for you. Even if it was raining and soaking through his hoodie.

You stopped suddenly in front of him, arms shooting out to wrap around his waist. "What-" He was cut off by your lips on his, warm despite the rain. He tried to kiss back, but there wasn't much time before you were pulling away from him.

"Have a good shift! I'll see you after work!" He pivoted to watch you run off towards the beach bridge. Shane shook his head, continuing his way to Joja Mart, maybe his shift wouldn't be all that bad after all.

Leah looked out at the lake from her spot sat at the edge of the pier. She sighed, placing her sketchbook beside her, she couldn't quite find any inspiration for what she wanted to draw. The artist leaned back on her hands, tilting her head up to look at the sky.

She closed her eyes, trying to imagine something in her mind, pull from a different creative outlet. Something blocked the sun on her face, and she quickly blinked her eyes open. Purple eyes stared into yours and she squeaked.

You kissed her quickly, snickering as you pulled away from the surprised redhead. "That old tower is always so pretty when the flowers bloom on it!" You commented with a sigh, standing up straight.

"Not as pretty as you though! Bye, sunflower!"

Leah turned and watched as you ran back down the dock with a laugh, she felt the smile spread across her cheeks. She would never get tired of the endless inspiration you seemed to bring her. She picked her sketchpad back up.

Abigail looked around as she passed the sign beside the front path of your farm, smiling at the name plastered on the old wood. You were proud of what you built, and she was proud of you! If only she could find you.

She gasped when your arms wrapped around her from behind, your lips meeting the back of her scalp. "Hi, amethyst!" You greeted her, loosening your grip so she could turn in your arms in order to face you.

"And here I wanted to surprise you with a kiss."

The woman leaned forward, kissing your nose as she had intended to do all along. You beamed at her when she tilted her head back, always a great way to end the morning. "Did you need any help with the farm today?"

"Hm.." You trailed off, and she could watch your face change into an exaggerated thinking one. Abigail knew just from your expression you'd finished everything. "I think I have one carrot left to pick!" You grinned at her.

Abigail rolled her eyes and gave you another squeeze before managing her way out of your arms. "Then I guess I'll have to play my flute to encourage the plants."

"That's a great idea, amethyst."

#stardew valley x reader #sebastian x reader sdv #shane x reader sdv #leah x reader sdv #abigail x reader sdv #༻Tenebris #stardew valley

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lizthewriter · 4 months

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pretty isn't pretty / peter parker

PAIRING mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader

SUMMARY you feel insecure about your apperance, but peter let's you know he thinks the world of you. (blurb).

TAGS mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, peter parker is a good bf

QUOTE "i could change up my body and change up my face, / i could try every lipstick in every shade, / but i'd always feel the same, / 'cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway," - pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 600

WRITTEN 12.30.2023

you stared into the bathroom mirror in peter's microscopically sized apartment. every little blemish was picked apart, every little imperfection taken notice of. you raise a hand to your cheek, a dull expression haunting your eyes. is this what people saw everyday? is this the person they waved hi to in the halls, the person they interacted with in lab? is this the sight people were subjected to?

"- and i was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat while we're out anyways, my tr- whoa, what's wrong?"

your beautiful, kind, lovely boyfriend leaned into the bathroom, watching you with concern. peter was perfect in every way imaginable. he had a handsome, adorable face, clear skin, amazing build, and a good height. he was intelligent, witty, sweet. how could he ever want to be with someone like you?

"nothing," you responded weakly, tfying to muster a convincing smile. "thai again? you'll have to give me some time to get ready -"

"hey, no! we don't do that," peter said, giving you a look that was half-reprimanding and half-concerned. honestly, did you even deserve him? "we don't close up on each other, right? that was a deal we made. talk to me, babe, please." he had grabbed your hands in his, looking at you with those warm puppy eyes you couldn't deny.

no longer could you meet his eyes. you drew your hands away, rubbing at the back of your neck. your eyes suddenly found their attention latched onto the new makeup you had bought recently, various differenr shades of lipsticks and such glaring back at you. "i- am i pretty?"

peter seemed flabbergasted by the question. "uh, no. i think you're very pretty, actually. like, the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my whole life and-"

you stopped him before he could continue with a gentle hand pressed to his chest. "no, peter, not do you think i'm pretty. am i pretty?"

the sadness in your eyes gave him more cause for concern. with your head directed towards the floor, he had to take a knee to look up at you, to force you to look at him. "hey. hey. where is this coming from, huh? is someone saying stuff to you? someone online, or?"

"i don't know," you whispered. it felt uncomfortable in your own skin. you never felt good enough. you never felt smart enough, or strong enough, or pretty enough. especially pretty enough. "i guess . . . everywhere. online and in movies and on social media. in real life even. there are so many other girls out there - prettier, skinnier, better. i'll never measure up to them."

"hey," peter whispered softly, a smile dainting his face as he gingerly held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "you can't compare yourself to other people, okay? beauty is subjective. in other cultures, things that might be considered beautiful could be considered unattractive to us. and maybe that's not what you want to hear. if you want to hear me tell you that i think you're beautiful, then i will, because you are beautiful, no matter what everyone else says. like in a oh-my-god-is-that-her-jaw-dropping-i-want-to-get-down-on-one-knee-and-propose way. seriously, i cannot believe my luck, like how could i have gotten - mmph!"

he let out a muffled groan of shock into your mouth as you pressed a firm kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, you rolled your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "peter benjamin parker, you're incredibly kind, you know that?"

"correction, i'm incredibly right."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #marvel #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #— [ glizzy posts ☆ ]

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theerurishipper · 1 year

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Zuko Did Not Abuse Azula in the Comics.

I'm gonna do it. After a lifetime of never posting any of my own posts in the ATLA fandom, I am gonna talk about this. "This" is the arguments sprung forth that Zuko abused Azula in the comics, more specifically The Search. Now, I don't think the comics are well-written, but what they don't do in any capacity is paint a picture of Zuko abusing Azula. And despite this, I've seen several claims about how Zuko did in fact, treat Azula cruelly and horribly and let the Gaang abuse her happily. And I might not like the comics, but that's just flat out wrong. So, I'm writing a rebuttal to all the arguments I've seen on the topic, at least, as many as I can remember. What I'll do is quote an argument and use evidence from the comic to rebut it, and hopefully people will stop claiming that the abuse victim treated his abusive sister the way she treated him all their lives. So yeah.

To be clear, I'm not making this post to hate on Azula's character or something. I'm not making this to start a fight, or to make people angry. I mostly made this to express my own frustrations about some things I've seen.

And it's probably a bit too late for this, but if you think Zuko did abuse Azula or whatever, you're entitled to your opinion, but please don't interact with this post. I've tagged the anti tags and placed my text under a read more, so y'all don't have to read it.

This gets long, so under the cut it is. Let's go.

Argument: "Azula is protesting being treated cruelly and Ty Lee chi-blocks her for no reason at all! And Zuko doesn't protest this cruel treatment of his sister! He's abusing her!"

Ty Lee chi-blocked Azula after Azula attacked Zuko and displayed violent behavior. On top of being Zuko's bodyguard and therefor responsible for protecting him, Ty Lee also has a great fear of Azula because of how Azula treated her in their past. Zuko tries to be kind to his sister by bringing her tea and she attacks him. Furthermore, Zuko also protests her being chi-blocked even after she does so. He tries to treat her with dignity and be kind to her but Azula herself is the one to sneer at his efforts.

Argument: "Zuko is awful for leaving Azula alone with her abuser! He doesn't care about her well-being!"

I agree that Azula shouldn't be allowed to talk to Ozai. Ozai abused Azula as well, and contact with him would only cause her more problems. However, Zuko doesn't know this. He himself is an abuse victim, and all he's seen his whole life is that Ozai favored Azula over him. And Azula used this to place herself in a position of power over him. She's always tried to drive it into his head that their father liked her better than him and that he was worthless in Ozai's eyes. Naturally, Zuko assumes (incorrectly) that Azula has some kind of special relationship with Ozai that he doesn't. He knows Azula has not had a perfect and healthy life, but he is not privy to the details. He doesn't know what's going on in her head. This is because he is not a mind reader, and she refuses to let herself be vulnerable in front of him because she believes she is better than him and that vulnerability is a weakness.

Even in the comic, she expresses no hatred or fear of her father, and doesn't indicate to Zuko that she does not want to be alone with him. She shouldn't have contact with him, of course, but she refuses to admit that her father is responsible for how she is now and that he has hurt her. She blames her mother, she blames Zuko and his friends, she blames Mai and Ty Lee, but she refuses to blame herself and most importantly, she refuses to blame Ozai. She's still behaving the way he wants, attacking Zuko and, if I may bring up Smoke and Shadow even if it pains me, she's trying to get Zuko to be like Ozai. She herself expresses the desire to speak with Ozai in the panels above, so if she herself hasn't acknowledged the way Ozai has hurt her or how he has abused her, and if she is still under the belief that he loves her, how is Zuko supposed to know any better? He's not doing anything he thinks might hurt her because she hasn't expressed that it hurts her, because she herself doesn't believe it does. And yes, it does hurt her, but it's not Zuko's fault for not being able to magically comprehend that, especially since she has spent her life driving the opposite message into his head, that Ozai favors her and not him.

Argument: "Zuko threw his little sister in an institution! He didn't care for her or for what became of her! He just left her in there to rot!"

What should he have done then? How should he have dealt with her? Azula may be traumatized and in need of help, but Zuko isn't the one to give that to her. He doesn't owe that to her after everything she's done to him, and he doesn't have the capability to help her himself. Azula has always expressed hatred for her brother and has been very clear about the fact that she considers him weak. He tries to help her and she rebuffs him continuously, choosing to attack him instead. She still wants him dead, and she has still not expressed any opposition to the things she learnt from Ozai. She still considers her brother a failure, she still hasn't mentioned that she thinks genocide is wrong, and she certainly doesn't think she's to blame for anything.

Given free reign, she attacks Zuko and manipulates him, and she is obviously too dangerous to let loose. The most Zuko can do is get her the help she needs, which is what he tried to do. I find the whole way these comics deal with mental health distasteful, especially with regard to Azula, but that's a flaw in the writing, not the characters. Zuko could have thrown her in prison like Ozai, since she was complicit in his war efforts. But he recognized that she needed help and tried to provide it for her. I wonder what anyone who criticizes Zuko for this would suggest he should do instead. Keep in mind that Azula is an imperialist and staunch supporter of Ozai's quest to take over the world. She also attempted to kill Zuko multiple times and has expressed no remorse for it.

And also, there is the argument that the institution is abusive and that Azula was mistreated in there. And where is the evidence of that? No, seriously, I went and looked through the comics, and I didn't see any evidence that Azula was abused in there. It seems to be a headcanon. Of course Azula resents being put in an institution, especially when she believes nothing is wrong with her and since she so adamantly refuses to let anyone help her. But nowhere does she mention that she hates it because the people there hurt her or something. And where else could she get help for her problems? Should Zuko take on a second job as her therapist? Should Iroh leave his life in Ba Sing Se behind to come and help a niece who has only ever hated him and wanted him dead? People say that the straitjacket is proof of her being abused, and I don't really like it either, but considering that she is eagerly awaiting the opportunity to attack Zuko, the straitjacket is probably a precaution to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone. Not that it stops her.

And when Zuko does try to help her some other way by offering for her to stay in the palace instead to make her more comfortable, she attacks him. So.

Also, these comics totally forgot how lightning-bending works.

Argument: "Zuko violently coerced his mentally ill sister to come with him on a mission to find his mother!"

She's also Azula's mother, actually. And he didn't coerce her. She blackmailed him and forced herself onto the trip. It was entirely her own decision to come with them and it was not Zuko who forced her to do anything.

Argument: "The Gaang attack Azula for no reason! They're threatening her violently!"

I mean, considering everything she's done to them and still hasn't given up on wanting to do, it's expected that they would be wary of her and perceive her as a threat. Remember when the Gaang pulled their weapons on Zuko, and only didn't attack him because he tried talking to them? Azula here is still antagonizing them and is still calling them derogatory terms like "peasant," so she still hasn't given up her beliefs of superiority. Which obviously doesn't give them a very positive impression.

Argument: "Iroh always expresses ill will and hatred towards Azula and thinks she's a lost cause! He encourages Zuko to hurt her because he thinks she's irredeemable!"

Iroh expresses the wish for Azula to find peace the way he believes Zuko will.

Argument: "The Gaang treated Azula cruelly and threatened her for no reason! They started abusing her the moment they got the chance to, when Azula was defenseless and unable to protect herself at all!"

Here we have exhibit A, where Aang cruelly laughs in Azula's face and greets her mockingly, while Azula is respectful of the people she has hurt many times over.

Oh wait. He greets her cheerfully and kindly, and she starts ordering the Gaang around like they're her servants.

Argument: "Sokka threatened Azula violently for no reason and Azula was just defending herself!"

Sokka didn't even do anything to her. He waves his boomerang near her and tells her not to try anything. And yet the way some people will use this scene is to suggest that he was outright attacking her when she was vulnerable or something. And yet she is well off enough to shoot lightning at him unprovoked. Considering all of Azula's actions, they are well within their rights to keep her in control. Would you say Katara was unjustified for threatening Zuko with death right after he joined them? Was she abusing Zuko then? The answer is no.

Azula has been well known for committing many acts of violence against them, including but not limited to pursuing them relentlessly, attacking them, taking over Ba Sing Se, trying to kill them, actually killing Aang, almost killing Zuko, and she is complicit in the crimes of the Fire Nation. She has done nothing to prove that she's changed her ways and that she is now not interested in killing them, and we later learn that she still does want to attack them. Sokka is well within his rights to threaten her since she has inflicted so much harm on his friends and might still do so. But Azula has no such right. The only reason she has so much free reign is because of Zuko's compassion. The Gaang are right to be suspicious and wary of her after everything she's done and she has no right to be disdainful about that. Do you think if Zuko showed up to join the Gaang and shot sparks at them when he got irritated, that they would not be in the right for perceiving it as a threat? Would you say that Zuko should be allowed to act violently with the Gaang in that situation?

She is here because she manipulated her brother and the fact that she is being allowed on this trip unbound is much more than what she realistically deserves. And she proves Sokka right by attacking him. Sokka merely waved a boomerang in her face (he wasn't even that close to her, actually, and he certainly wasn't in her face) and warned her not to try anything, and she tried something instantly. Just before this when Zuko was with her, she attacked him. No matter her mental state or her age, Azula is dangerous and deadly, and she has not changed. They have no reason to trust her. They have the right to be distrustful of her and to warn her not to step out of line. I know people like to ignore the fact that Azula is still an Ozai sympathizer and an imperialist who partook gleefully in the war efforts and like to only see her as a mentally ill 14-year-old girl, but that's not what the show says, and neither do the comics, so.

I'm guessing it's wrong of the Gaang to react when someone who has previously proved to be more than ready to hurt them and kill them tries to hurt one of their friends. Sure, Azula wasn't going to hurt him severely, but she sure did hurt him enough for him to yell out and fall down. And considering everything else, the Gaang are right to try to protect themselves from someone they perceive as a threat. Sokka wasn't even close to her, damn it. Azula has no right at all to be making demands of the Gaang, and they don't have an obligation to treat her the way she wants to be, like they are her servants and like they are inferior to her.

Argument: "Zuko threatens Azula for no reason and abuses her!"

Azula is someone who has proven to be a threat time and again, and here she is yelling strange things and inching closer with an angry look in her eye. For people like Zuko, it is understandable that this looks like a threatening situation. We know what Azula is talking about, but all they can see is her behaving in a way that could be threatening.

She yells accusatory things and looks angry, and she is moving closer to the rest of the Gaang, almost like she is ready to attack them for something. And so Zuko tells her that that's enough. And he releases some... steam, I guess? He doesn't even bend a flame. And yet he's abusing her somehow. And then she makes it sound like he's overreacting. If someone you knew was dangerous started coming closer to you while yelling with a strange look in their eyes, would you try to wonder why exactly they're behaving like this and if they're alright, or would you prepare to defend yourself?

And here we also see Azula blaming the Gaang for ruining her life and not, you know, her abuser Ozai. So sure, of course she'd accept Zuko's help when she thinks he's to blame for her misfortune and not her own actions and Ozai's abuse.

I too wish Toph was here.

Argument: "The Gaang abused a defenseless Azula, Part 2."

Defenseless Azula breaks the deal she forced Zuko to make with her and jumps off Appa when they're too high.

Aang saves her and she blasts him.

Now, we know in this scene that Azula is having visions of her mother and that she's hearing things. We know that she's not exactly of sound mind when she goes on rampages. But the Gaang doesn't know that. Zuko doesn't know that, and he has no way of knowing because she won't tell him. Even when he asks her who she is talking to, she just yells at him and rebuffs him.

Look at Zuko, saying that he doesn't want to fight Azula with a sad expression. How abusive!

Azula throws the first blow here. She isn't seeing things when she attacks Zuko, she just used him to get here and now she wants to get rid of him. And Zuko is doing what he said he'd do, keeping her in line. And don't say he should have just let Azula go. He wouldn't be a very good Fire Lord if he let the lightning bending imperialist go off on her own.

And then the Gaang takes her down after she attacked them first. So if that's abuse, then I don't know what to say.

Argument: "Zuko abusing his sister, Part 3."

Very abusive, yes.

Oh, and he finds a secret she's been keeping from him! That's so abusive!

Argument: "Zuko abusing his mentally ill sister, Part 4."

She attacks him first. You could make the argument that it's because she's having visions of her mother, and yeah, she is. But Zuko doesn't know all this because she won't tell him. And also, as it should be obvious to everyone, that's not an excuse.

Then there's a fight scene.

Argument: "Zuko cruelly held Azula off a cliff to threaten her and hurt her! He's abusing her while she is clearly not well!"

Ah, this infamous scene. Where Zuko holds his weak and defenseless sister off a cliff and laughs maniacally at her suffering while she pleads with him to spare her- oh wait.

Obviously, he dragged her to a cliff just so he could hold her off it. It's not like they were fighting in that environment. It's not like she just fell near the cliff's edge and he picked her up.

I honestly don't see anything wrong with what he did. He's clearly defending himself from her, and holds her over the cliff so that she won't attack him again, and so that he can make her listen to him after she has acted out again and again in a violent and dangerous way. She was attacking him, and this was the only way he could get her to listen to him. If you think he was considering dropping her, you don't know Zuko at all.

Anyway, this is actually one of the few scenes from any of these comics that actually made me feel something. It's an expression of the tragedy of their relationship from Zuko, and also him standing up to another abuser in his life. Yes, Azula abused Zuko, that much is not up for debate. Here, Zuko is finally confronting Azula on the horrible was she's treated him their whole life. I don't begrudge him that. And him saying "since the day you were born," is obviously not literal. Like, I can't believe I have to say this unironically. If people say "I must have walked a thousand miles," do we take it literally or do we understand that it is an exaggerated way of expressing that someone has walked a long way? It's the same thing here. Just because Zuko exaggerates his speech does not mean that the sentiment he is expressing is untrue. This is such a stupid line to get hung up over, but gotta take every inch you get when the whole text is against you, I guess.

Argument: "The Gaang abusing Azula, Part 5."

Where the Gaang verbally abuse Azula who is clearly hurt by their cruel words- hold on.

Ah, yes. Call the people who are somehow still putting up with you "louts," Azula. I am sure that is a very good and proper way to treat people who have every right to throw you back in jail and be on their way. They don't even say anything back to her. The Gaang has the patience of saints, honestly.

Thank you Sokka for being the one with common sense. I suppose he's also a villain now for saying "she's tried to kill us twelve times" when that's not true, it was only about two times. Which clearly makes it better.

Argument: "Zuko abusing Azula, Part 6."

Azula antagonizes a child, Zuko tells her to knock it off.

He's being so cruel to her.

Argument: "The Gaang abusing Azula, Part 7."

She attacked them. They defended themselves. It doesn't matter if she saw her mother in a vision. That's not an excuse and it's not the Gaang's problem. It's not Zuko's obligation to help his abuser, especially since she doesn't want his help anyway.

Gee, all these arguments are starting to sound awfully similar. It's almost like Azula always instigates fights and the Gaang defend themselves. Hmm.

Argument: "Zuko abusing Azula, Part 8."

She attacked first. Again.

This time she even attacked two actually defenseless people.

Argument: "Zuko gave the Gaang permission to attack Azula for no reason at all! The used their position to abuse her!"

No, he gave them permission to take her down because she went too far and attacked innocent people who did nothing to her.

Honestly, Zuko should have done this a lot sooner. She's tried to kill them four times already. She hasn't listened to them when they tell her not to do something and she's endangered all of them many times. She's being granted more than she deserves by the Gaang, and yet she goes on to do things they explicitly tell her not to do because it might hurt the forest or other people. She's proven that she is not concerned about who she hurts as long as she gets what she wants, and it took until she attacked people who weren't the Gaang for Zuko to suggest taking her down. The fact that he didn't give the okay for this the first time she tried to kill them is honestly a testament to his character.

Azula had this coming. No amount of the excuse of mental illness is enough to justify her actions. Even if she has a mental illness, it doesn't give her the right to attack others. And Zuko has all the right to defend himself and realize that working with Azula is impossible. He doesn't look happy to be doing this. He looks quite sad, in fact. I joked around a little in this post but seriously, anyone who says Zuko is the one abusing Azula is interpreting the text in very bad faith. I know people like it when Azula is a victim so that they can justify her hurting others, but Zuko and the Gaang had every right to retaliate throughout this comic whenever Azula attacked them or hurt someone else. These two siblings aren't even the last non-Gaang people Azula hurts in this comic.

Argument: "Zuko abusing Azula, Part 9."

Wherein Azula attacks her mother who doesn't remember her and her defenseless family with the intent to kill.

Now I'm not heartless. I feel for Azula here, I really do. That panel of her with tears in her eyes truly makes me feel sad. She definitely didn't deserve what happened to her throughout her life at Ozai's hands. She didn't deserve to feel unloved and feel like her mother thought she was a monster. She didn't deserve to be abused by Ozai. Azula deserves to heal, she deserves to be loved, she deserves to be treated well and she deserves better.

None of this gives her the right to hurt other people. Innocent people. She may feel her mother has wronged her, but it's not true. And she doesn't get to attack her mother, who doesn't even remember her, out of hatred and anger. She doesn't get to kill this innocent woman and attack her family. And Zuko is not in the wrong for stopping her. Zuko is not the wrong for protecting his mother and her family. Zuko is not abusive for defending other people and himself from Azula. Because even if Azula is hurt, she is taking it out on other people who have done nothing to deserve it.

Zuko redirecting her lightning back at her doesn't kill her, and I'm sure Zuko knows that it wouldn't. He doesn't want her dead. He doesn't want to hurt her. He wouldn't have thrown her over the cliff for that very reason. Despite everything, Zuko loves Azula. He cares about her. He wants to have a good relationship with her. He's very affected by the knowledge that their relationship is so bad. He truly wants to help her. But it is Azula who is resistant to that help. It is Azula who thinks her brother is weak and deserves to be hurt. It is Azula who despite wanting love, chooses to push people away and hurt them over and over again.

He's saddened at her running away, he chases her and pleads with her to let him help. But it is Azula who refuses him, who rebuffs him and attacks him at every turn. It is Azula who is always the aggressor, it is Azula who is at fault in their relationship, all because she believes that everyone is to blame for her mistakes but herself. And the only way she can heal is if she realizes who the blame truly lies with, Ozai, and rejects everything he's taught her, that love is weakness and to rule with fear. She needs help, but Zuko is not obligated to provide it to her. And yet he does, out of the kindness and compassion in his heart, and the love he has for his sister.

Argument: "He abused her in the show, then! Since this post only talks about the comics!"

That's because it should be obvious to anyone watching that Zuko didn't abuse Azula. If anyone thinks Zuko abused Azula, I invite them to watch a show called Avatar: The Last Airbender. It's really quite good.

So I feel like I've covered most arguments I've seen. But I do want to talk some more about why exactly I wrote all this, why I wasted two hours of my life on this.

Anyone who goes through the ATLA tag on my blog will probably reach the correct conclusion that Zuko is my favorite character, and that he and his arc mean a lot to me. And so, it's honestly not great to see people undermine all of the suffering Zuko has gone through in his life, all to justify Azula's abusive behaviors. It's not wrong to like Azula and love her character. She's a complex character that many find relatable, and that's not wrong. But to accuse another character, her actual victim in the series and one whom many can relate to as well, of being her abuser and denying her abuse of him... it's not a great look. It reeks of victim blaming and abuse apologism. And it's not true. Azula is an example of how victims of abuse can become abusers themselves. This is what she represents in the show. And it is not wrong for people to call out Azula and not Zuko, because Zuko got called out in universe, called himself out and he changed. Zuko redeemed himself and became a good person.

Azula has not done that. She hasn't changed, she hasn't acknowledged that she is wrong, and therefore people are allowed to criticize her and dislike her, and they are allowed to call out her abuse and her other actions. People call out Zuko for his bad actions as well, but the fact of the matter is that he changed, and people don't feel the need to call him out anymore because he's done it himself. Zuko doesn't need the same criticism Azula does because he grew and she didn't, that's it. So all the talking points about how people don't call out Zuko as much as Azula or that they don't criticize his bad actions are moot because of his very widely acknowledged and celebrated redemption arc. Because he realized his mistakes and worked hard to fix them. So, there is really no point in criticizing him anymore the way there is for Azula, since she hasn't changed. And it is not "hate" for people to understand that despite Azula's abuse at Ozai's hands, she dealt the same thing to her brother for years. And it is not wrong for people to criticize her for it.

All this talk about how Azula is always being hurt and betrayed by everyone, and all this talk about how Zuko is weak unlike Azula is the exact same reasoning Azula uses that enables her to abuse others within the story, the reasoning that Ozai instilled in her. It is quite literally the parroting of Ozai's beliefs, that Zuko is weak and soft, and that Azula is strong and powerful and yet she's a victim of everybody. She believes that others deserve to be hurt because they are too weak or because they are responsible for her suffering, and not her or Ozai. In the end, it wasn't Zuko who drove away her friends Mai and Ty Lee, and Mai and Ty Lee did not "betray" her. It was Azula's cruel treatment of them because she controlled them through fear that drove them away from her, and when push came to shove they stood up for the people the loved and for themselves. It wasn't Zuko who drove away their mother, it was Ozai. It wasn't Iroh who hated Azula and wanted her dead, it was Azula who hated Iroh and wanted him dead, and these are all things she learnt from Ozai. She can only ever grow if she realizes her mistakes and accepts the blame for her own actions, and if she stops blaming her victims for her suffering and starts blaming her abuser.

Blaming Zuko for defending himself from her and calling that abuse is victim blaming. Whether you like it or not, Azula did abuse Zuko. She had power over him, she targeted his insecurities constantly, she lied to him multiple times and made him doubt his own perceptions, she manipulated and gaslit him and made him feel unsafe in his home. She supported Ozai's abuse of Zuko and participated in it and took pleasure in it. Zuko never did anything of the sort to her. He reacted to her abuse in a way he never did with Ozai until the end, but that does not mean he wasn't affected by it or that it didn't happen, because it did, and even though he fought back with her, he was often defeated and Azula always managed to manipulate and terrify him. For fuck's sake, he literally had a chant, "Azula always lies," so that he could comfort himself after she terrorized him, something that he's been saying to himself for years according to Zuko Alone. People will point to Zuko challenging Azula as him abusing her back, but what defines abuse is the power dynamics. There is no such thing as mutual abuse. Abuse is all about one party having power over the other, and in Azula and Zuko's relationship, she had all the power over him because she was the favored child. Of course, this was also damaging for her, very much so, but it means that she had power over him, and he didn't.

Azula is a tragic character and her life is a sad one. But that doesn't make her any less of a bad person, and it doesn't mean she is not a toxic individual. Her actions have hurt other in many ways, and she does not feel remorse. She finds pleasure in the pain of others, especially her brother, at whom she smiled in glee when he was being maimed by their father. She took over a city and killed someone and did it with a smile on her face. She tried to kill her brother and laughed about it. She gleefully suggested genocide, and wanted to take part in it. And she hasn't changed, so people are allowed to dislike her and call her out for it. Personally, I believe that Azula has the capacity to change and to redeem herself. I don't think she's too far gone or is irredeemable. She is not as bad as Ozai, and it's not too late for her.

No one deserves a redemption. It has to be something you actively work for, something you do and it is something that you have to work for. Azula can change if she truly wants to. She has people who are willing to help her if she so chooses, like Zuko for better or worse for him. But that means admitting to her mistakes, acknowledging that she is wrong and has hurt people, and making the effort to change, which so far she has not done. And Zuko is not obligated to forgive her or help her in any way, and neither are the Gaang or Iroh.

You can like a villainous character. You can like a character who is a bad person. It's not wrong. What is wrong is to paint another character in a bad light, in a false light, to justify your love for another character. And especially in this case since Azula is Zuko's abuser, turning the tables and calling him her abuser for defending himself against her all because you want to excuse Azula's actions and want her to be a victim is really not great. Accusing Iroh and Ursa of being responsible for her downfall is not great. All this is directing blame away from the real abuser, Ozai. And it veers into victim blaming and abuse apologism, like I said.

Being a fan of Azula doesn't mean you can handwave away her less than savory traits or cherry-pick the ones you like. She is a victim, but she's also an abuser. And it is not "bashing" or misogyny for people to call her out. Calling out Zuko is also okay and allowed, but it is honestly less productive since he changed himself already. I understand that people don't like when their favorite characters are criticized or hated, but that doesn't mean characters who do bad things are exempt from being called out. And it doesn't give anyone the excuse to start misrepresenting other characters and hating on them to prop up their fave. Fans of characters who are villainous should understand that. And in this case, anyone who is a fan of Azula should understand that.

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Anakin Skywalker x Padowan Reader x Jake Sully

Summary: based off this post

Warning: forest sex, double penetration

Yn/3rd person pov

I watched carefully as my master and the chief jake sully conversed by the fire I didn't really like talking to strangers so I sat by myself on the edge of the crowd only greeting the few people who spoke to me as they passed.

I could feel my masters eyes gaze at me but whenever I try and catch them their already looking somewhere else.

My leg nervously tapped the ground as I looked between my master and the ship I didn't want to stay here any longer yes I loved the planet and its inhabitants I couldn't stand like feeling like an out cast.

Fuck it I rose to my feet and slowly started making my way to the ship I just want to relax for a few moments by myself "yn wait up" I huffed out I was so close.

"Yes master" I plastered a fake smile to my lips as I turned to him "come on a walk with him" he murmured and gestured for me to follow him I looked to where he and jake sat to find jake staring at me intently.

A small gasped escape my lips and I quickly followed anakin to get away from the crowd but as we walked in silence a small amount of blush dusted my cheeks.

It would be a lie if I didn't say the chief was handsome and quite smart and he always talked to me when I was kinda left out of conversations.

"Why did you want to go on a walk master" I asked walking a bit faster so I can stay by his side.

"I think we're gonna stay here for a few more days" he murmured making me groan loudly making him give me a shocked expression.

"Are you complaining" he grinned evily "no it's was a groan of excitement" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes as we came to a stop.

"Well I'll hope so" I tensed hearing jakes voice I watched from the corner of my eye as he approached us his hips swaying with each step.

I let out a sigh before turning back to anakin "is there something you need master" I asked staring at anakin my heart flattering as his usual smile turned into a seductive smirk.

"Oh there is alright" he walked towards me making me take a step back and gasped as he and jake caged me in between their bodies.

"M-master" I stuttered trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and held them together tightly "just relax" he whispered before leaning down and kissed me.

I gripped his robes tightly as jake started to graze his hands along my body causing a trail goosebumps as he kissed my neck lightly "be a good girl for us" jake growled licking a long strip up my neck making me shiver.

Their hands started to tag off mine and their clothing leaving us bare in the cold they chuckled as I shivered more "keep close to us so we can keep you warm" anakin rasped and jake hummed in agreement his tail wrapping tightly around my thigh.

They gently guided us to the floor me still sandwiched between them their hands wondering all over me skin as their lips attached to each side of my neck.

"F-fuck" I whined squeezing my thighs together anakin saw this and his eyes darkened even more "i think she's ready" he growled forcing his hands between my thighs forcing them open.

I immediately hitched my breath as they stared down at my bare core I could almost sense them licking their lips jake chuckled closely in my ear "she always was".

He quickly moved closer behind me and used his cock to run up and down my slit becoming covered in my arousal "shit she's wet" he breathed deeply making anakin groan.

"Just stick it in her so I can to" he muttered before kissing my lips passionately using his tongue to push into my mouth muffling my moan as jake pushed himself in, my eyes rolled back he was so big.

"Fuck she's t-tight" he groaned moving his hands to hold my hips tightly, anakin pulled away from my lips "just wait intill I join you" he chuckled I wanted to whine and protest but he quickly pushed in.

I screamed out in pain at the stretch hot tears flowing down my cheeks "shh shh" they both cooed waiting for me to adjust to them "your being so good for us" jake said pushing a few strands of my hair out my face.

It took a few minutes for me to adjust but when I told them they went feral thrusting into me rough and fast I'm sure our moans and groans could be heard from the village but it was just to much.

"She feels so fucking good" anakin cursed and jake groaned loudly the sound skin slapping skin echoed through the woods their loud groans and pants filling my ears.

It felt so good and so right like I was ment to be here, my whines and crys were turning into moans of ecstasy and my mind was slowly becoming blank.

"Aww your such a cute girl" jake chuckled at my pleasured expression as he used one of his hands on my throat making me look back at him.

I started to clench around them as they praised me and I could feel myself getting closer "fuck she's tightening up" anakin growled out before he released inside me making me cum, his cum shooting inside.

Jake carried on for a few more thrusts before he too released inside me "fuck" he yelled out and they both watched in aww as their cum leaked out around their cocks.

"It looks like you got two masters now"

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✶ Whiskey (2) ✶ - John “Bucky” Egan x OC - Masters of the Air fandom - Multi-chaptered story.

⚠ Warning: Rating 18+ ⚠ Chapter warning: Sexual content, period sexism, spousal belittling, cursing Words: 4353 A/N: Hello again! First off, I just want to say thank you so much for the love and support y'all have shown this story!! You guys are amazing and you have no idea how much I appreciate you guys! So, with this chapter, we get to meet Dominik and Marigold - the husband and MIL. These two will have major impacts on our OC's life and at times their treatment towards her will not be very nice. We also get to meet the most important person in our OCs life... The bright side, we will see our OC spending time with a certain Major 🥵. This story is just getting started and I promise that Mr. Egan and all the fabulous men of the 100th will come to light in the upcoming chapter. It's gonna be a wild one! If you would like to be added to the tag list, just comment your username ☺︎

“I don’t see why you need to accompany your husband to such a location – full of men waiting for their chance to die.”

Rolling my eyes, I kept my mouth shut as my mother-in-law moved around the room. She had volunteered herself to accompany Dom and I to England – stating that she needed to be here for the sake of her granddaughter.

“What’re you expected to do while he’s working? Just longue around and make eyes with all the soldiers – give them blue balls so they can go back to their barracks and dream about you?”

A smile tugged at my face, “Somebody has to get them a little excited, Marigold.”

Her brows knitting together – unsure if I was being serious of not. “That’s what those pin-up women are for – you’re a married woman, Rachel. Married to one of the top colonels in the army – you don’t need to be strutting around like some old whore.”

Sighing, I pushed myself off the chair, her eyes watching me like the hawk she is. “Are you faithful to my son?” The question causing me to stop in my tracks. “You wouldn’t think about stepping out on him, would you?”

Her dark eyes bore into my soul, their intensity like a piercing gaze from the depths of the night. With each passing moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine, as if her gaze held the power to unravel the very core of my being. In that fleeting instant, the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only her eyes, dark and mysterious, capturing my every thought and emotion in their enigmatic depths. “No –“My tone defensive. “Why ever would you think that?”

Feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation, she shrugged her shoulders, the weight of the moment causing her lips to press tightly together in a display of silent resolve.

“What gives you the idea that I would be unfaithful to Dominik? Because of what I said – that was a joke – they’re very popular nowadays.” Her back straightening at my bitter return.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure despite Mari's biting words. Our relationship had always been strained, but her sharp remarks never failed to sting.

"I understand your concern, Mari," I replied evenly, meeting her gaze. "But I'm not going to England to flirt with soldiers. I'll be there to support Dom and assist in any way I can. It's important for us to be together during his assignment."

Mari huffed, clearly not convinced. "Just be careful, Rachel. Men in uniform can be quite charming, but they're not to be trusted. Don't forget your responsibilities as a wife and a mother."

Her words echoed in my mind, stirring up a mix of frustration and resignation. I knew Mari meant well in her own way, but her traditional views often clashed with my more independent spirit.

"Again, I appreciate your concern, Mari," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I'll always prioritize my family above all else. You can trust me on that."

In that fleeting moment of our interaction, as her captivating eyes locked onto mine, a subtle yet unmistakable expression of doubt crept into her gaze. "I hope so, Rachel. You have a good husband and a beautiful daughter. Don't take that for granted."

In the intricate web of relationships that intertwined our lives, tensions simmered just below the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. Marigold's disapproval of me seemed to stem from a place of deep-seated insecurity and a need to control the narrative surrounding her son's marriage.

From the very beginning of Dom and I’s relationship, Marigold had made it clear that she held certain expectations for the woman who would become her daughter-in-law. My lack of pedigree, my fiery red hair, and perceived lack of refinement were all points of contention for Marigold. In her eyes, I was an outsider, unworthy of her son's prestigious lineage.

The constant barrage of criticism and belittling remarks from Marigold had taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and sense of self-worth. Despite my best efforts to prove her loyalty and devotion to Dominik, I found herself caught in a never-ending cycle of scrutiny and judgment.

As Marigold insinuated doubts about my fidelity and questioned my motives, I felt a surge of indignation rise within myself. The implication that I would betray Dominik, the man I loved, cut deep, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet, I understood that Marigold's insecurities and fears were driving her behavior, fueling her need to assert control over the situation.

The dynamics between myself and Marigold were fraught with unspoken tensions and power struggles, each woman vying for dominance in their own way. My defiance in the face of Marigold's criticisms and barbs hinted at an underlying strength and resilience that belied my outward appearance.

She lightly cleared her throat, the sound echoing in the opulent room. "Darling," she began, her voice smooth but with an underlying tension. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes. "I know you would never hurt my son in such a fashion."

With deliberate grace, she slowly rose from her seat, her elegant movements betraying the subtle power she held. Her hand smoothed down the expensive fabric of her dress, erasing any hint of imperfection. "You're a very beautiful girl - woman," she remarked, her words laced with a mixture of compliment and observation.

Turning to face me fully, she continued, her gaze piercing yet enigmatic. "Those men at Thorpe Abbots haven't seen or been around a real woman in who knows how long - only the women that are working or the local townies." Her voice trailed off momentarily, her hands coming to rest gently on my arms. "It's going to be hard for them to resist you."

I regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she pivoted back towards the chair, as if the weight of her words had dissipated as quickly as they had been spoken. I felt the urge to respond rising within me, but something in her demeanor made me hesitate, my words left unspoken.

As she settled back into her seat, a subtle yet unmistakable smugness crept into her expression, adding a layer of complexity to her otherwise composed facade. Her eyes met mine once more, a silent challenge lingering in their depths.

"Better get packing, darling," she remarked casually, the nonchalance in her tone belying the undercurrent of tension that hung in the air…

We lay in silence, the distant sounds of the bustling streets below providing a gentle background melody that filled the room. His touch, feather-light against the curve of my ribcage, sent a shiver of electricity racing through my body.

"Someone walking over your grave?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he traced patterns on my skin with his fingertips.

Resting my chin on his chest, our gazes locked in a shared moment of intimacy. "Excuse me?" I replied, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

He chuckled softly, the sound like music in the quiet room, as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. "My pops used to say that when you get a cold chill, it means someone is walking on your grave." His words carried a touch of nostalgia and folklore.

Raising my eyebrows in amusement, I shook my head. "Can't say I've heard that one before."

As my left hand trailed down his chest, I noticed the cross necklace he wore, a simple yet meaningful charm that he kept close for protection. Taking the pendant between my thumb and index finger, I studied it briefly before placing it gently in the center of his chest, my fingers lingering over the cool metal.

"My mom gave it to me before I left," he explained, his voice tinged with emotion. "I'm not really a believer, but you need something to protect you out there."

Moved by his vulnerability, I began to share a piece of my own family history. "My grandmother was a God-fearing woman," I started, the memories of her devout faith flooding back. "She would attend church on Sundays and Wednesdays, unwavering in her devotion even in the face of adversity." A pang of sorrow touched my heart as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. "But when my Grandad fell ill, her faith wavered. She prayed for miracles as he lay dying, his lungs ravaged by years spent in the mines."

The weight of past grief hung heavy in the air between us, the shared stories weaving a bond of understanding and empathy that transcended words.

John's arm tightened around my waist; his unwavering attention focused on every word I spoke.

"After he passed away, she changed," I continued, a wistful smile playing on my lips as I reminisced. "She stopped praying, stopped going to church as often, stopped believing. My grandad was her entire world, her reason for everything. She used to tell my brother and me that God had led Grandad into her life." The warmth of nostalgia colored my voice as I shared the cherished memories.

"She would say that she prayed for God to send her a hard-working farm boy - one with dark hair and skilled hands." John's chest rumbled with laughter; his amusement palpable in the air between us. "And one day, it was as if he appeared out of the heavens, right at Sampson's Feed store across the street from her daddy's farm."

As I slowly rose from the bed, the sheet draped around my waist, I pulled my legs up to my chest, lost in the recollection. "She loved that man more than anything - perhaps even more than she loved God, I think."

The bed shifted as John pressed his chest against my back, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Have you ever felt that kind of love?" His whisper tickled my ear, his words laden with a depth of emotion.

Turning my head, our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, an unspoken connection weaving between us in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Does right now count?" I murmured between kisses, the warmth of our closeness enveloping us.

A smile played on John's lips as he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well," he teased, gently guiding me into a lying position on the mattress, "you were certainly calling for him earlier."

We both laughed, the shared moment of levity breaking through any lingering tension. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our gazes meeting with a mix of affection and sincerity.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered, his words carrying a depth of feeling that stirred my heart.

My fingers tangled in his brown locks, finding their place at the nape of his neck. "As are you, John Egan." I replied, the unspoken bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

His lips met mine in a gentle manner, each light peck carrying a world of unspoken emotions, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek with a touch that spoke volumes. We lingered in that moment of quiet intimacy, the outside world fading into insignificance as we shared a silent connection that transcended words.

After a moment, he lifted himself up from the bed, leaving the sheet behind as he made his way to the curtained window. I watched as his back muscles moved beneath his skin, a silent display of tension and contemplation as he gazed out at the streets below. The sun had hidden behind the thickening clouds, casting the room into a dim twilight as the impending rain approached.

Quietly, I crawled out of the bed, the sheet slipping off my body as I closed the distance between us.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his mid-section, offering a comforting embrace. "Are you okay?" I whispered, pressing my lips against his back, seeking to convey my support through the simple contact of our bodies.

He let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing into my touch as his hands found their place atop mine. "You ever wonder if all of this is really worth it?" His voice held a weight of solemn reflection as he voiced the doubts that lingered in his mind. "All this killing and bombing - innocent lives lost every day, many of them unaware until it's too late." The heaviness of his words echoed the burdens he carried, the moral complexities of his actions weighing heavily on his conscience.

Listening to his inner turmoil, I felt a surge of empathy and understanding for the struggles he faced. "You can't beat yourself up about that, John," I spoke softly, offering reassurance in the face of his inner turmoil. "The choices you've made, the actions you've taken - they may be part of a larger conflict, but you have to remember the good you're fighting for, the lives you're trying to protect."

John and I barely knew one another, but even in the brief moments we shared, it was evident that the weight of war was bearing down heavily on him. His eyes, once bright with youthful vigor, now held a weariness that seemed to go beyond mere physical exhaustion. It was a weariness of the soul, a deep-seated fatigue born from the harrowing experiences he had endured on the battlefield.

"My pal Buck says the same thing," He remarked, a faint smile edging on his face as memories of their conversations flooded back. "He always told me to just worry about getting back home to Wisconsin – making sure our country and those helping us fight those German pricks win the battle – big or small."

As the rain began to drum against the windowpanes, a sense of shared vulnerability enveloped us, binding us together in a moment of shared empathy and support amidst the storm of uncertainty and doubt.

His hands fell from mine as he turned towards me, his eyes falling on my naked frame. The slightest hint of sadness could be seen in his irises. Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us, his callused hands reaching my thighs, bending down slightly as he hoisted me onto his hips. Our lips never separating, a muffled moan purred through my body as my back hit the wall next to the window. The cooling fall air that drifted in from the draft window was no match for the heat that coursed through my body as John’s touch lit a fire in and outside my body.

As our embrace deepened, the weight of the war seemed to momentarily fade away, replaced by a sense of raw connection and passion. In that fleeting moment, there was only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and longing.

The world outside may have been engulfed in chaos and uncertainty, but within the walls of that room, time seemed to stand still. Each touch, each kiss, spoke volumes of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a moment of respite, a brief escape from the harsh realities of the outside world.

With the leverage from the wall, his hand made quick work as it moved between our bodies, his large fingers finding my clit, my hips responding as they moved against his touch.

“John, please.” My mouth latching onto his neck, an animalistic growl releasing from his body.

His paced quickened, “Tell me what you want.” His breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

My teeth biting down harder on his neck as my walls began to clench around his touch. “Goddammit, Rachel –“His words full of lust. “Tell me what you fucking want.”

The pleasure causing tears to form in my eyes, “Fuck me, John.” Out of breath. “Please just fuck me, please!” Without warning, his cock slammed into me. His lips harshly meeting mine, stifling the gasp that fell between our kiss.

The pace was fast – hard as our hips slapped against one another. His fingers digging into my sides as my nails dragged down his back, hard enough to pull away the first layer of skin.

“Harder.” I begged. “Oh God, please go harder!”

I cried out in pain as my back repeatedly hit the wall behind me – his cock swelling inside of me as we started to reach our climax.

The warm sensation soon flooded my core, the liquid rolling down my leg as his cock stayed buried inside of me. His lips peppering kisses along my collarbone as my fingers floated through his hair as we both regained our breath.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it back to the base.”

“And why’s that?” His hips slowly moving again.

“Because-“The friction between our hips causing us both to groan. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

As the soft glow of the vanity lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the space, Dominik's footsteps echoed against the wooden floors, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to the weight of the impending departure. His words lingered in the air, carrying with them a mixture of anticipation and melancholy.

"I spoke with Colonel Huglin over the phone today," His voice tinged with a hint of tension that belied the calm facade he tried to maintain. "It seems like everything is ready for our arrival in the morning."

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. His hair, usually meticulously styled, now bore the tousled look of a man consumed by nerves and the weight of responsibility.

"My mother is going to take Charlotte back to the States once we get on the plane," Dominik continued, his words hanging between us with unspoken emotions. "I told her to stay here for a while, but she's insistent on getting out of England."

I couldn't help but inwardly roll my eyes at Marigold's insistence on whisking Charlotte away to New York. The prospect of being separated from my daughter for an unknown stretch of time tugged at my heart, the idea of her absence leaving an ache in its wake. While Dominik and Marigold argued that the military base was no place for a young girl, I couldn't shake the feeling that there were other children in the town who could keep her company.

“What time do we leave?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Dominik checked his watch, furrowing his brow. “Huglin mentioned the plane will be ready at nine sharp. We need to be at the airfield no later than 8:30.”

I bit my lip, a pang of sadness washing over me. “Charlotte will still be sleeping when we leave. I can’t bear not saying goodbye to her. We don’t know how long we’ll be a part. Your mother isn’t gonna let me wake her that early.”

“Maybe it’s best we leave without saying goodbye.” Dominik suggested, his tone matter of fact.

I stood up from the vanity, feeling a surge of frustration. “You can’t be serious, Dom?”

He shrugged, his expression impassive. “You know how my mother is. She doesn’t want Charlotte upset. She’ll have to deal with a crying child when we leave.”

Dominik’s dismissal of my feelings stung. “I’ll have Mother call the base when they land in New York and you can talk to Charlotte then,” he continued, his hands moving down my arms.

Tensions crackled in the air as he towered over me. His words, though well-intentioned, felt like a cage closing in around me. “I know it’s hard to be away from the baby, but I need you with me. You’re my rock, sweetheart,” he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on my neck. “I can’t go anywhere without my special little rock.”

I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside of me – love, frustration, and a hint of resignation. Dominik’s ability to use intimacy to end arguments was both comforting and manipulative. I knew that arguing further would only lead to more tension. So, with a heavy heart, I relented, letting the moment of peace wash over us…

As I stood by Charlotte's bedside, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm aura over the room, memories flooded her mind. Remembering the first time I held Charlotte in her arms, the overwhelming rush of love and protectiveness that consumed my heart. It was a feeling unlike any other, a bond that transcended words and explanations.

Gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from Charlotte's face, I whispered, "Sweetheart, it's time for me to go now. But remember, mommy loves you more than anything in this world." My voice cracked with emotion as I fought back tears, hand trembling slightly as I traced the curve of her cheek.

She stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal sleepy, drowsy eyes. "Mama?" she murmured, her voice soft and filled with innocence.

My heart ached at the sight of my precious daughter looking up at me, so small and vulnerable in the dim light. "Hi, baby girl," my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I go."

She reached out a tiny hand, her fingers seeking the comfort of her mother's touch. "Don't go, Mama," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Tears welled up in my eyes, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Charlotte's forehead. "I have to go, darling, but I'll be back before you know it. Grandmother will take good care of you while I'm away, okay?" I reassured her, my voice filled with love and tenderness.

With a heavy heart, I tucked the covers snugly around Charlotte, tucking her in with care. Lingering for a moment, savoring the quiet peace of the room before I reluctantly turned to leave.

As I stepped out into the hallway, a familiar voice made me jump in surprise. "A little early for tears, Rachel," Mari's voice floated towards her, her figure blending into the shadows of the room.

Startled, I clutched my chest, heart racing from the unexpected encounter. "Marigold, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I gasped, trying to steady my breathing.

Mari's gaze flickered towards Charlotte's room, her expression unreadable. "Dominik told you not to wake her," she reminded in a low tone. "You know how she gets when you leave her. It wasn't a wise choice, Rachel."

Feeling a pang of guilt, I nodded silently, realizing the impact of my actions. With a heavy sigh, I prepared myself for the difficult task ahead, knowing that leaving Charlotte behind was a sacrifice I had to make for now.

I watched as she retreated into Charlotte's room, glaring daggers as she closed the door behind her, the tension between us palpable in the air. I stood there for a moment, the silence of the house buzzing in my ears like a persistent drone, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within me. With a heavy exhale, I gathered my resolve and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. The faint sound of a car engine humming in the distance pulled me back to the present, prompting me to make my way towards the awaiting vehicle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I left the turbulent scene behind me.

The weather once again mimicked the mood, a common occurrence for England, with dark clouds looming overhead and a chilly wind cutting through the air. Despite the dreariness of the day, there was a certain familiarity in the gray skies and mist that enveloped the surroundings, as if nature itself was reflecting the emotional turmoil within.

My eyes met the driver's, a silent exchange of gratitude passing between us as he held the car door open, a small gesture that spoke volumes amidst the unspoken tension that lingered in the air. Dominik's body stiff beside me, his presence a palpable force in the confined space of the car.

"I told you to leave her alone, Rachel. I told you not to wake her, and of course, you never listen." Dominik's voice was low, the words carrying a weight of frustration and disappointment.

He stared out the window, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside, the rigid set of his jaw betraying his inner turmoil.

"After your little emotional moment," Dominik's voice cut through the tense silence in the car, his words laced with a hint of frustration. He paused; the weight of his gaze heavy as he turned to look at me briefly before returning his attention to the road ahead. "You better hope we're not late getting to the airfield."

His words stung, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions and the impact they had on our plans. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing that my emotional outburst had potentially jeopardized Dominik's mission and the success of the operation ahead. The weight of his disapproval bore down on me, adding to the already heavy atmosphere in the car.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to form a coherent response. The reality of the situation sank in, the urgency of our mission overshadowing any personal grievances or misunderstandings between us. With a deep breath, I nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation and the need to focus on the task at hand.

As the car started to move away, my thoughts were consumed by Charlotte. I had envisioned our trip to Thorpe Abbots with Dominik as a special event, a chance for us to bond and create lasting memories together. Dominik, poised to become the 2nd colonel in command, was about to embark on a crucial mission to take down the German forces, and I had hoped to support him in this pivotal moment of his career.

However, as the weight of our unspoken tensions and misunderstandings hung heavy in the air, I couldn't shake the feeling of missed opportunities and shattered expectations. What was meant to be a moment of triumph and unity now seemed clouded by discord and distance.

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softie-rain · 22 days

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gay asks?? i got you fam. I'll do one sfw and one nsfw :]

male!reader/snowjanus. arguing over who gets to sleep in the middle/cuddling positions.

or maybe coryo walking in on reader and sej having some fun and getting totally fucking jealous. which then proceeds to the two of them topping the shit out of him and making him eat his words cuz we all know he's bratty at first

pairing: snowjanus x male!reader

note: YAYYAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAY my dream relationship. I had more inspo for the nswf one so I kinda decided to merge the two ideas! Also this turned out in Sejanus topping you both oops he can top me in any day

also thanks for requesting it, I actually turned out to be pretty proud of it and had so much fun writing it despite my disclaimer of the fic possibly being bad lol

tw: nsfw content under the tag! Specifically: blowjobs - anal sex - fingering - hand-job (none of it it's extremely specific but they are described!)

Your relationship with Coriolanus and Sejanus started a month ago. They were already dating before you joined in their relationship and, while they never failed to please you and make you feel accepted, you still felt like the odd one out. They knew each other better, and had spent more time together.

You ranted to Sejanus about it one evening, Coriolanus hadn't come home yet. He was listening to you talk, clearly paying attention to your words. You loved that about Sej, that he always cared about you and your feelings, never making you feel ashamed. You thought he was going to reassure you, give you some advice.

You definitely didn't expect to end up both naked on your shared bed, Sejanus on top of you, as he lazily gave you head while whispering praises, sending vibrations to your cock.

"Fuck." You breathed out as you came, while Sejanus kept his hands on your hips keeping you still.

"You're so loved baby." He mumbled, his mouth leaving your dick to attack your lips and neck. "Just 'cause we've been together for less, doesn't mean we don't care about you, uhm?"

"Uh-uh." You nodded, unable to form coherent words. Sejanus kept kissing your neck, his hand on your chest as he played with your nipples.

"Such a good boy for me." He said, his hand slowly moving behind your back and teasing your entrance. "Think you can give me another one?"

You closed your eyes and nodded again, so fast the room started spinning. Sejanus grinned and entered you with one finger, slowly starting to stretch you. "You're so important, sweetheart. Never doubt that." He said, kissing you deeply as he added another finger.

You let out a loud moan, when you heard someone enter the bedroom. "What the fuck?" Coriolanus said. Sejanus abruptly stopped his movement and pulled out his fingers, making you groan, turning around to face Coryo.

"What? We're not cheating. There's three of us in this relationship, you know." Sejanus said, shrugging.

Coriolanus blushed. "I mean, yeah. That's not the problem-" Sejanus chuckled, interrupting him.

"I think someone else feels left out, baby." He turned to face you, grinning. You mimicked his expression, and Coriolanus' blush became even more evident.

"What? No!"

"Didn't know you were the jealous type, Coryo." You said, joining in teasing him.

The blonde scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not jealous."

Sejanus moved and layed down next to you, facing Coriolanus again. "Oh, I think you are."

"Am not."

Sejanus shrugged. "Okay then. You go ahead and make dinner, we'll just finish here." He gently turned your face and brought you in for a slow kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. His hands were on your cheeks as he let out loud - rather obscene - moans. He knew how to tease someone, that was sure.

You didn't need to watch Coriolanus to know he was fuming and, in the corner of your eyes, you could see he was definitely - painfully - hard. "Fuck this shit." He mumbled, flopping on the bed and yanking you away from Sejanus, replacing the other's lips on yours with his instead.

You moaned at the sudden action but before he could do anything else Sejanus stopped him, putting a hand on his chest and gently pushing him away. He tutted. "You get nothing, Coryo, until you admit you're jealous."

"This is bullshit." Coriolanus protested.

Sejanus grabbed him from his shirt-collar, flipping him around so that he was laying on top of him. He kissed him and loosened his belt, using it to tie Coriolanus' hands over his head.

Sejanus broke the kiss, and Coriolanus twisted his wrists. "Has been a while since you've tied me up." He commented, and Sejanus smirked.

"Sit up." Coriolanus, though struggling a bit, did as told. "Now watch."

Sejanus went to his knees at the edge of the bed, motioning for you to do the same. Now that you were standing at the same height he started kissing you, biting down your lower lip. You moaned and parted your lips, allowing his tongue for entrance.

Sejanus kept making the same noises he was making before and, understanding what he was trying to do, you imitated him. You felt his hand running down your side and reaching your dick, sighing in the kiss as he started stroking you at a slow pace.

You heard Coriolanus groan and tried to look at him, but Sejanus' free hand moved to your jaw stopping you from moving. "Sejanus, please..." Coriolanus breathed out. You could feel the bed squeaking beneath you, you assumed it was Coryo bucking his hips up into nothing.

"Admit you were jealous," Sejanus panted, fastening the pace of his strokes, "And we'll let you join." He promised, swallowing your moans in another kiss.

Coriolanus bit his lip and shook his head. Sejanus chuckled and kissed down your neck. "Hm, what do you think, should I let him go?" He asked you.

You sighed, "I don't think a liar should deserve to cum." You murmured, and for a second Sejanus' eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, you heard him Coryo. No truth, no release." You started fucking yourself into Sejanus' hand, chasing your own release.

You came shortly after, Sejanus kept stroking you through your orgasm, holding you and whispering praises in your ear. "So good for me. Let it all go baby, I got you."

Coriolanus bit back a moan. “Fuck, fine, yes I was jealous, please.” He was muttering nonsense, finally confessing his feelings.

But Sejanus ignored him, keeping his focus on you instead. “Do you want help with that?” You asked, referring to his boner. Sejanus leaned his forehead against yours.

“Don't worry. Coryo will help me.” He said, turning his attention to Coriolanus.

Coriolanus nodded quickly, “Yes, yes. Please let me touch you.” He begged. You and Sejanus both chuckled at his eagerness.

“Who ever said anything about touching me?”

And so a few minutes later you found yourself under Coriolanus, stroking his cock while he was on on four, as Sejanus fucked him from behind.

He kept kissing you, using your mouth to quiet down his moans, but Sejanus tightened his grip on his waist as a warning. “No. I want to hear you, Coryo. Don't hold back.”

You fastened your pace and he moved his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “I'm so close, you can take me inside, can't you? Of course you can, you've been so good for me- you both have.” Sejanus, praising the both of you.

Coriolanus came right after Sejanus, releasing all over your stomach as Sej’s cum dripped out of his hole.

He pulled out, making the blonde groan, and laid down next to you, while Coriolanus took his spot on the other side- ending with you in between the two of them.

You stood there in silence for a few seconds, the only sounds that could be heard were your light panting, when Coriolanus spoke. “Why are you always in the middle?”

Sejanus turned around. “Are you serious?”

“Well excuse me if, for once, I'd like to be cuddled as well.”

You chuckled, “You're such a needy baby.”

Coriolanus rolled his eyes. You moved one arm around his shoulders, holding him close to you, as you softly played with his curls. He hummed pleased, leaning his head on your bare chest.

“Well now I feel neglected.” Sejanus commented, shifting closer to you and resting his head on your shoulder. With your free hand you held Sej next to you, while he intertwined his hand with Coriolanus’.

“If we fall asleep like this, your arms will be sore tomorrow.” Coriolanus pointed out.

You snorted. “That's a future me problem. And hey, at least I'll be able to walk.” You winked at him, who started blushing.

“My bad.” Sejanus said, making the three of you laugh.

Now you were sure you definitely weren't the odd one out.

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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One regret

Tighnari x Gn!reader

the letter is kinda inspired by the letter Ymir wrote to Historia, reader is a knight of Favonious at this point

angst, reader's death, mentioned of Albedo losing control, blood

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting, i did say that let you break my heart was angst, but I'll let you guess if this is actually just a scenario or not

The day Tighnari received that letter, the day showed no sign of trouble, blue skies, the gentle breeze, the children's laughter cheerful as always.

He was not prepared for someone showing up in front of him, pity and guilt written on their faces as they bowed their head at him, handing him a letter before walking away.

Curious about was written inside of it, he retreated to his room, opening it.

'To my dear Tighnari,'

This is your handwriting, he thinks, his tail slight wags as his ears perk up.

'As I'm writing this, the city of Mondstadt is on fire, building destroyed as my fellow comrades are trying make sure everyone is safe and alright after the long, hard fight against Albedo, you know, the guy who looks like a prince? My master in a way? Yes, he lost control and Miss Lumine managed to knock him unconscious, ultimately stopping his attacks on us.'

He could see the writing begining to become sloppy as if your hand was trembling while writing this.

'Speaking of Miss Lumine...she's right beside me as I write this, I keep telling her that everything is going to be okay. Honestly, I only did what I had to do to purify Albedo before he caused anymore damage to his home.'

His heart drops, hoping that what ever is what he's thinking... hoping that's just him thinking the worst.

'She promised to deliver this letter, if not, she would send someone she trusts to do it for her if she ends up being too busy. That said, I never thought I would chose to save Albedo over my own life....'

Dried blood stains the next piece of paper.

'then again....maybe in my own way, it was to repay him for helping me be the person I am today.'

His hands begins to tremble, at the next set of words.

'Forgive me....I no longer have the strength to hold the pen so Miss Lumine is writing it for me. I know what you must be thinking, I'll get straight to the point, I'm dying soon, purifying Albedo was too much for my body to handle. To be wide awake and speaking is a miracle..'

The water stains are a sign that Lumine must have been holding her tears in as she wrote, but failed to do so.

'but I'll die without regrets....is what I'll like to say.

Truth is, I do have one......

..is that I never got to see you and everyone else one last time.

I hope you can forgive me...

with love, Y/n.'

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"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up, please!" Lumine shouts, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably as frantically tries to wake up as you laid on the floor beside her. Eyes closed as your face held such a peaceful expression as if you were only sleeping.

But the hole in your stomach and the amount of blood pouring from it was enough to show that you were gone.

The candle had finally burned out.

Lumine cries out, trembling as she held you close, the papers she held had fell on the floor in a puddle of your blood.

a/n: Tighnari angst go brr, and this isn't even the last one either, I still got another one soon.

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guardian-angle22 · 4 months

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Here is a rec list for 911LS fics directly related to episode 1.05 Studs! I try to make these as comprehensive as possible, so if you have any you think I missed let me know so I can add them.

[If you're an author and don't like to be tagged or linked for any reason, let me know and I'll remove the tag and make sure not to do so in the future, no questions asked.]

Canon Compliant:

◆ in the night (come alive) by @reyesstrand (Words: 2.1K; Rating: T)

"Well, I did have an idea," TK says, eyes bright and all-consuming. "Let's go dancing." * Missing scenes from 1x05

◆ i saved us in the night sun by @korvidkids (Words: 3.3K; Rating: G; TW: Minor Injuries)

How to date the guy you're not dating in five easy steps; a.k.a. five times TK didn't go home with Carlos (and one time he did).

◆ Take the leap by @tailoredshirt (Words: 1K; Rating: T)

"So how long has that been goin' on?" "What?" TK asked, frowning. "How long have you and Reyes been…" Paul nodded in the direction of the bathroom Carlos had disappeared to. TK shook his head. "No, we're...we're not together. Why would you think that?" "Uh…because I got eyes in my head?" Paul said.

◆ Life's a game of inches by @paperstorm (Words: 5K; Rating: E; TW: brief discussion of transphobia & addiction)

A tag for 1x5, "Studs", in which TK has some feelings and an important conversation with Paul.

◆ believe me (you're not in love) by falloutmars (Words: 2K; Rating: M)

A 1x05 coda. TK falls asleep on a thoughtful Carlos.

◆ and now I see daylight by letmeinthewallsyouvebuiltaround (Words: 6.4; Rating: T; TW: Discussion of addiction)

Following 1x05 'Studs' - TK and Carlos take Paul out dancing to forget about his recent romantic letdown. Leaving Paul to be fawned over by the many intrigued women at the club, TK enjoys having Carlos all to himself and struggles to hide his growing feelings for the man.

◆ 'cause i've fallen far enough by lire-casander (Words: 1.3K; Rating: T)

carlos will take anything tk gives him, the crumbles of a friendship or the blinding light of his presence lightning up this club where they’ve taken paul

◆ i'll be there for you, ‘cause you’re there for me too by howtosingit (Words: 1.9K; Rating: T)

Following her accident, Carlos worries about Michelle. Luckily, he has TK at his side. + A missing moment from 1x05.

◆ Uniform by @aewriting (Words: 2.1K; Rating: T; TW: sleazy cop)

When a fellow officer sees Carlos and T.K. at the club together and expresses an interest, Carlos struggles to define their relationship, and his own feelings.

◆ Roadside Rendezvous by StarrySummers04 (Words: 1.5K; Rating: E)

TK and Carlos make an unscheduled stop on the way back to Carlos's apartment after spending the night at the club with Paul. Things start at the side of the road but finish in the bedroom.

AU or Canon Divergent:

◆ I Learned to Walk by Learning to Stumble by @detectivereyes (Words: 4K; Rating: T)

TK thought he was getting adjusted to living in Austin, but just when things seem to be settled, the station suffers a loss and he finds himself making the transfer to paramedic on Michelle’s team. Unfortunately, danger still finds him... or a very bad summary for what is essentially TK makes the transition to paramedic in s1, and what i think could have happened in 1x05.

◆ as the tide turns by novakskline (Words: 1.3K; Rating: G; Part of a S1 AU Series)

"TK? Everything okay?" Carlos asked as he came back into the room, placing the drinks down on the table so he could wrap his arms around TK, resting his head on his shoulder. "What's up?" "How do you feel about going clubbing tonight?" TK asked, holding onto Carlos' arms and letting himself be comforted by him.

◆ Play With Fire by @thatnerdemryn (Words: 6K; Rating: E; Threesome, d/s elements)

“You boys done for the night?” Paul asked, somehow carefully controlling the tremble in his voice. He cleared his throat as Carlos pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and TK shook his head. “Not quite,” TK commented. He moved away enough to hold out his hands like a silent offering that Paul could either accept fully or brush off easily. He appreciated the gesture, but he wasn’t ready for the warmth the two men provided him to disappear yet. “Good choice, amigo,” Carlos practically purred behind him and Paul was sure his vision went a little fuzzy. “Friend? Is that what we’re going to be tonight?” Paul asked.

Technically Not 1.05 But Bowling Related:

◆ The Bowling League by @lonestarbabe (Words: 2.1K; Rating: G)

The team joins a bowling league for first responders. They are not so great, but they bring chaos to the league and have a lot of fun and love each other.

◆ some nights by @reyescarlos (Words: 1.6K; Rating: G)

14 “Please don’t tell me you filmed that.” “Of course I filmed it.”

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic recs #fic recs #fic rec list #episode: s01e05 studs #oh also if there are any trigger warnings I missed also let me know!#needs more bowling fics tbh #so i had meant to do these from the beginning of the rewatch but I just didn't have the time... also it's more work than I thought lol #so these probably won't happen for every episode but every now and again I'll pop in with one #queued post

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potter-head-phanatic · 5 months

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jake and Y/N stood outside of their fathers apartment door after he bailed on them, once again. She could see how tense her brother was, from the frown on his face to the clench in his fist. Polar opposite to how he usually felt. "I have to, or hes going to keep doing it" She whispered an okay before giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, letting him know that she was right there with him, before knocking on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and Roger Peralta looked surprised to see them. "Jake! Y/N! I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the party" he started to say and Y/N could already feel an excuse coming, "I'm subbing for a buddy who's got an early flight, I'm sure you're upset" There it is. "No, actually. I'm not upset at all" She wanted to say something, but Jake was finally standing up for himself and she wasn't going to stop him. "yeah? great" She wanted to wipe the stupid smile off his face, not believing he could be this clueless to think Jake actually wasn't upset. "No, more relieved. You know you were always my hero, but i think i'm finally starting to see you for who you really are. A regional airline pilot whose landings are bumpy as hell and a pretty selfish guy who genuinely doesn't care about being a dad" She couldn't be more proud of her brother and agreed with every word he just said. "Jake, you don't understand. There was a downdraft on the drummondville runway." The Peralta patriarch kept looking at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable under her glare. "It's not my fault" It never is. "Look, i've been making excuses for you my whole life, no matter how many times Y/N told me not to. But you're a pretty crappy father, and until you're ready to be a good one, don't call me" Y/N wanted to jump for joy. She couldn't remember the amount of times she envisioned this moment happening, and to see the shocked expression on their fathers face made it worth the wait.

"Also, im taking your captains hat cause it's cool and I want it" Jake spoke as he reached into the apartment, grabbing the hat from the table that was beside the door, before putting it on. "Go on without me. I'll meet you outside, there's something I need to say" He looked at her as if to say, are you sure? After a reassuring nod, he gave his sisters shoulder a squeeze before heading down the hallway and making his way outside. Not before sending one final glare towards Roger. Y/N waited till she didn't hear Jakes footsteps anymore before turning towards her father once again. "You really messed up this time" Roger went to defend himself, but she held a hand out, not letting him get a word out. "Save it. You're always full of excuses" Y/N couldnt hold her anger back much longer. Years of pent up rage just threatening to burst free. "Jake has been nothing but loving towards you. Even when you don't deserve it. And you show up all of a sudden acting like you want to spend time with him, when all you want to do is use him for your own selfish gain. You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Now hold on..." "I'm not done" He shut his mouth quick enough, surprised at the way his daughter was speaking to him. Y/N was finally letting all of her feelings out and it was making her feel lighter and lighter by the second. "I have spent my whole life trying to protect Jake, and I would like to think i've done a damn good job. So if you don't get serious about being in his life, dont bother coming back. It doesnt matter to me, i've gotten used to you disappointing me, but i'll be damned if I let you hurt him again" Roger Peralta had never felt so put in his place before, but there was also a small feeling of pride. Knowing just how much his children cared for one another. He couldnt think of anything to say, but it didnt matter. Even if he did, he watched as Y/N turn around and walk away at a fast pace, wanting to get away from him as fast as possible. When she got outside, she saw her brother sitting on the front steps of the building with his head in his hands. She carefully approached him and sat beside him on the cold steps, lightly nudging his arm. "Hey, dont think about him, we're better off" He tiredly ran his hands down his face while letting out a long sigh, "I'm so dumb, how could I not see this coming" "Hey, youre not dumb" she protested as she wrapped her arm around is shoulders, not wanting him to feel bad about himself, "you're just a hopeful person, thats a good quality to have" He looked over at her with a small smile, "What did I do to deserve an amazing sister like you" "I dont know, something amazing in a past life" They both laughed before standing up and heading to Y/Ns car, heading back to Shaw's bar where their work family was waiting for them.

#jake peralta one shot #Jake Peralta x sister!reader #Brooklyn nine nine #Brooklyn nine nine imagine #andy samberg #B99 #B99 imagine #jake peralta imagine #Peralta!reader

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enemies2loversfanatic · 1 year

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24/7 - Tom Holland Imagine

Hello Besties! This is my first ever piece of writing and imagine! Im so excited to be doing what I love on here! If you do read this please tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!

Description: You and Tom have been dating for two years now and could not be more in love. But that all changes when he ends up catching feelings for his Spiderman co-star. When you both are invited to the grammys you decide to sing how you really feel.

"Good morning, darling". i whisper in Toms ear hoping that the sound of my voice would pull him out of his sleep.

"Good morning, my love". He replies back in the accent that I've grown so fond of. Tom turns to face me, with a sleepy smile growing on his face. He presses a quick but gentle kiss to my lips.

"How did you sleep? Tell me everything that happened in your dreams last night". I say into the kiss.

Tom laughs but proceeds with his answer anyways. "I dream of the same thing every night Y/N. That I get to wake up with you next to me".

I can't help but blush. We stay in bed just a little while longer until Tom has to go to set. He's been filming the newest Spiderman movie (No Way Home), and I could not be more prouder about how far he's come with his career.

While he's away on set, I stay home to finish this song I've been working on. I've never persued a career in music, but singing and writing have always been a passion of mine. Since it only took me an hour to finish up the last pieces of the song I decide to clean the house up and make a good dinner for Tom to show him just how proud of him I am.

In the middle of making his favorite meal I can't stop thinking about how good life has been to us lately. Everything was going so well.

Or so I thought.

Just as I finish garnishing the plates I receive a text from Tom.

"Hello, my love. The directors want Zendaya and I to stay on set just a little while longer to work on our chemistry. I'll be home as fast as I can<3".

"That's alright; I can't wait to see the completed project. "When you get home, dinner will be ready:)".

Because I still have quite some time until Tom returns, I eat my portion of dinner in silence and clean up the kitchen mess. With my work and song project done, I feel a sense of accomplishment, and my enthusiasm to show off the project to Tom makes the long wait more bearable.

Hours pass by as I wearily wait for Tom to come home. To put my mind at ease, I decide to scroll through social media before I go to sleep. Suddenly, the notifications on my phone lit up, and I was immediately filled with a sense of anticipation. When I click on all the notifications I have been tagged in, my heart drops. It is a photo of Tom and another woman kissing as they leave some bar downtown, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I'm at home waiting for him.

I zoom in on the picture to see who this mystery woman could possibly be. It's Zendaya . The sense of betrayal overwhelms me, and I can't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I realize the depth of Tom's deception. He has never done anything to cause me not to trust him, but then again, there is always a first for everything. I begin to feel my heart beating faster and my breath becoming shallower as I sit there in a state of shock.

Just at that moment, I hear Tom walk into the house. He walks into our shared bedroom with a grin on his face.

"Hello, my love."

I can't find the words to reply; instead, I stare back at him with a frozen expression on my face. He notices this, and his smile fades. He walks closer, his expression growing more concerned as he notices my stillness.

"Whats this"? I ask. My voice was shaking.

He chuckles. "What are you talking about, my love?" "Do you really love me?" I whispered, suddenly aware of the tremble in my voice.

"Of course I do. "What could ever make you ask a question like that?"

I show him the picture that has been taking up every bit of space in my mind. His face freezes, and he loses the color from his plump, red cheeks. He was speechless, his reaction giving away the truth of what I already suspected.

He averts his gaze and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, finally mustering up the courage to answer. "That's not what that looks like, Y/N."

His eyes are downcast, and he refuses to meet my gaze, but I can see the guilt written in his features. Without even saying anything, I pack my stuff and leave. I knew his answer was going to be a lie even before I asked him the question. I just can't believe we went from a happy, healthy, and loving couple at the beginning of the day to a couple that is no more at the end of the day.

As time passes, my heartbreak grows more profound. Social media does nothing to help, because Tom and Zendaya made their relationship official not long after our split. I started posting covers of me singing on Instagram to take my mind off of things, and it worked.

Music was my escape, and for a short while, I was able to forget the pain of losing Tom. Not too long after I started posting more often, I got an invitation to attend the Grammys (the perks of being romantically involved with Tom Holland). It was a last-minute invitation, but it was still an invitation.

I was ecstatic and decided to accept the invitation, but I had no idea what was about to happen. As I was getting my makeup and hair done, one of the producers rushed into the dressing room.

"Y/N! ""An artist wasn't able to make it tonight, and we really need you as a sub."

He gave me no time to respond, just a microphone and 10 minutes to prepare. Five minutes before the performance, I decide on the song I would be singing and quickly get the music to the producer. just in time to hear my name called to the stage.

I'm practically thrown on stage, and the first person I see sitting in the crowd is Tom. We lock eyes just as the music begins to play.

I wait for the 20 second instrumental to finish out. and then begin singing.

"Good morning, darling, How did you sleep? Are you doing well? What’s happening in your dreams? "Are you counting the stars like we used to do?" ""Cause I’m up on stage, but I’m still looking for you."

"So come back to me, wherever you are, because I miss you so much, and I hope you haven’t gone too far." "I don’t want to walk away because I really care, and I wish you were still here."

"I can’t even listen to that song anymore. Yeah, how could I do that when you walked right out the door? red roses and sunsets, with bright afternoons "Oh, spinning my head while I’m crying in my room."

"Oh, come back to me, wherever you are, because I miss you so much, and I hope you haven’t gone too far." "I don’t want to walk away because I really care, and I wish you were still here."

"Please come back to me if you haven’t gone far." I’ll be outside playing your favorite song on my guitar. Oh, I’ll just walk away and pretend I don’t care, but 24/7, I wish you were still here. Yeah, 24/7, I wish you were still here"

As the song closes out, I lock eyes once more with Tom. He looks down, his eyes watering. But just as he's about to look up the lights dim and the curtain closes.

#tom holland #angst #tom holland imagine #tom holland angst #tom holland x fem #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #imagines #imagine

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“You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?” with KdFd

!! Aged up characters. Multichaptered Story. 7 prompts were requested for KdFd. Tagging also @luniaczek1308

>> You can read it HERE <<

Below the cut a little part with each Prompt and a BONUS drawing. Don't read if you don't like this kind of things. It's smut.

Warning: Smut. Read on your own responsability.

Chapter 01 “Ever heard of an Australian kiss?” “No. What’s that?” “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”

"What an adventure, huh?" "Yeah." "Ever heard of an Australian kiss?" "No, what is that?" "It's like a French kiss, but down under." Fudou smiled mischievously pointing to his crotch and the other boy followed his hand with inertia and blushed when he realized where he was looking.

He blushed at the question and blushed for blatantly staring at the playmaker's crotch who laughed out loud at that, extraordinarily amused in the way Kidou seemed to be unable to take his red eyes down there and his cheeks were turning more and more redder.

“What are you looking at me so much, Kidou-kun?” He finally looked up, watching somewhat strangely and with a pounding heart as Fudou leaned back against the table with his green eyes twinkling with the wink of mischief. "Do you want us to try it?" His light brown eyebrows rose abruptly on his forehead, but his whole expression seemed weak and feverish. He cleared his throat slightly without taking his gaze connected to him. "The Australian kiss?" "Yes, exactly."

The boy got very nervous at that suggestion and even bumped his elbow into a sports drink bottle that was on the table, which luckily was tightly closed. The brunette greatly enjoyed that little chaos caused by his friend's agitation and bit his lip waiting for the moment that he didn't think would take much longer when Kidou would send him to hell. But instead, he asked in a raspy voice. "And which of the two would give the kiss?"

Chapter 02 "All day I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my legs."

"You're thinking that I regret what happened." "You don't?" "No," the red-eyed snorted, never taking his gaze from him. "No, it's not that... Not at all." "And what is it then?" "I find it very embarrassing to say..." His green eyes judged him in silence, a tense silence that did not help to clarify the situation, he shuddered knowing that he should be honest before ruining something that was too precious to him. “Damn… It's okay… I'll tell you. I'm unable to focus, all day I've been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my legs. ”

The brunette mouth opened immediately, so perplexed, incredulous and shocked that he couldn't even help hiding. “Kidou…” he gasped trying to recover from that unexpected confession. "I'm sorry! I already said that it is very embarrassing, I thought I had better self-control; but I can't help it, every time I see you I can only remember how fucking good the fellatio tasted and I lose my mind."

Chapter 03 “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” “Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.”

Yes, without a doubt, that sensation of being inside him feeling its soft, tight and delicious walls around his penis was incredible and worthy of praise. He moaned softly and stood up a little, stroking a burning cheek and looking up at him, ogling him as he did with his lips and his penis. His boyfriend was covered in sweat and they had barely started, but he was the same, his skin was burning. He thought he was more beautiful than ever. He felt overwhelmed with love.

"What's wrong? Why’d you stop?" "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are." Fudou was struck by that surprise and flushed with embarrassment, averting his eyes and covering half of his face with one hand, his heart pounding and his voice cracking at the compliment in a moment of such intimacy. “Am I…?” “You are beautiful, Akio. Very very beautiful. I love you."

He looked at him again, speechless and breathless, he gently bit his hand with which he covered himself due to the embarrassment and Kidou, even more turned on by that, kissed it and brought it to his face, letting him caress him with so much love that it overflowed through his eyes and emanated from his body. “I love, Yuuto.”

Chapter 04 “I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.”

"What are you doing here, Akio?" he asked crying, still wiping his boyfriend's eyes instead of his own. “Take note of your order,” he laughed back, pointing to the notebook that had fallen to the floor in the embrace. He kissed his tears away and took his hands, entwining their fingers.

"How long are you staying, Akio?" Fudou smiled broadly showing his white teeth in a gesture of absolute satisfaction and Kidou thought he was filled with tears again, hugging his boyfriend tightly against his body once more. "Akio, my love, congratulations."

Kidou went to separate again when Fudou grabbed him tightly, preventing him to do it and burying his head in his neck. That small contact was not even enough to begin to fill the void that time had drilled in him. It was then that he noticed that a certain part of his boyfriend was reacting to his body and he smiled mischievously hidden as he was, hearing the other’s growl of frustration at being unable to prevent something like that.

"Don't you want us to go to the bathroom for a moment?" Kidou asked in a whisper so no one else would hear. Fudou raised his eyebrows and laughed. “I was forbidden to have sex with you here or even put my hands on you with impure intentions; But don't worry, I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.”

Kidou furrowed his brows and pursed his lips because he wanted to touch his boyfriend and have him touch him back all over his body. He wanted to undress him and caress that skin that he missed so much, he wanted to drive his lips along the roads marked on the map of his body.

Chapter 05 "First one to cum loses."

Kidou closed the door again and trapped his boyfriend against the shower wall, putting his lips together and inserting his tongue into his mouth, the cubicle giving off a fine silver mist from the water that had been falling to the floor. Their bodies rose in temperature when they came into contact with each other.

"I want a rematch to see who wins today." The shorter young man's light brown eyebrows rose and a smug, twisted smile appeared on his lips as he slowly licked his boyfriend's neck, chin and lips before slipping his tongue back into his mouth that was sucked between shudders of joy. “So you come to declare a winner? Any ideas, my love?"

That hoarse voice, like a growl, always aroused Fudou enormously, he looked at him, slowly moving his eyelashes in a very provocative way that he knew would drive his boyfriend crazy, and he raised his index finger to his lips, leaving it on the lower one and pulling this, Kidou swallowed slowly with desire, they could see how his throat moved in that gesture and Fudou, unable to avoid it, brought his mouth to it and bit him making him moan with pleasure.

“I have an idea,” he murmured, moving up to his lips and biting down on them before kissing them.

Both of them were already very close together, since Kidou had him completely immobilized against the wall, Fudou supported his weight on it and with his hands surrounded the penis of both of them who were ready for the action they would propose from the very moment the door opened. His boyfriend stifled a murmur of excitement, red eyes staring at him, hot, heavy breath caressing his face. Fudou's hand rose tightly up their dicks and they bit their lips with the pleasure of feeling not only that gesture but how both penises brushed against each other.

"First one to cum loses."

Chapter 06 "I’ll be gentle, baby. Don’t worry."

“I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry."

Those words of sweet menace were lost in the night adorned with the song of nocturnal insects, the dance of the leaves of the trees as they sway in a soft breeze and the cooing of the waves on the not so distant beach, the stars shining with its maximum splendor above their heads in an incredible show of connection with the Universe.

But Fudou could not perceive any of that at that moment when Kidou's red eyes glowed in the dim light with madness and the same expression as the wildest of beasts willing to voraciously chew its hunted prey. Salivating profusely and growling as he succumbed to his baser and insatiable instincts, a dangerous smile on his lips.

He knew he was screwed.

But it was him who had awakened the darker side of his fiancé and he had to take responsibility for it.

His hoarse and heavy panting as he moved over his naked body broke the silence again, which was soon joined by their moans that would last until the sun was high in the sky.

Chapter 07 "You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?"

He took him by the chin with his fingertips and looked at him with a certain reproach in a slightly immature grimace that silenced the other immediately, raising his eyebrows puzzled by that gesture. “You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?" Fudou opened said mouth in surprise and then let out a loud laugh as he understood what was happening to the person he loved.

His mood changed so quickly that he suddenly seemed like a different person, his gaze the color of the sea became provocative and lascivious, just as tempting as the waters they remembered and that invited him to dive into them and drown in a moment of pleasure succumbing to the needs of the moment.

He took the red-eyed's fingers, eyes that burned like the blood that boiled inside him and that ran through his body, exciting him more and more as he fell into the invitation that was so seductively offered to him. He brought his fingers to his mouth, letting him sensually caress his lips with his fingertips, biting and licking them erotically and creating a pleasurable, throbbing sensation in their crotch that awoke at the wonderful idea of uniting, once again, their bodies, their hearts, their souls. "Do you have any idea how to occupy my mouth, my love?"

Kidou smiled in a deranged and perverted way, his eyes shining like a beast, that same expression that made his entire being tremble with rapture and infatuation, he approached his ear to whisper in a raspy voice while pulling back his brown hair behind his ear for a moment before the lock snapped back into place. "How about you eat my dick?" His green eyes got lost in his reds and he licked his lips slowly, leaning over his husband to kiss him before answering. A kiss in which Fudou ended up sitting on his thighs and in which both rubbed openly. "Sounds good, I didn't have lunch today and I'm hungry."

BONUS Drawing for the End of Chapter 3

#inazuma eleven #kidou yuuto #fudou akio #kdfd #smut request #sexy star #smut writing #thanks for requesting

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