#I love when people draw his big-ass head but I think I need him to look fucking built. muscle bear husband NOWWWW

[heartbeetz]

"Draw Anton with his head a little bit big so his proportions are more like the in-game sprites" vs "draw Anton with his head a little bit small so his shoulders look broad as hell"

#I love when people draw his big-ass head but I think I need him to look fucking built. muscle bear husband NOWWWW #I can't decideeeee.... #I'm drawing him based on a mix of other fanart I like + official sprites/art and it looks GOOD (VERY close to how I want him to look) #but deciding between big head and small head is so harddddd #roz posts #♡: 🔨🎰🥃

[princessbrunette]

when did you know you loved me? pt.4/4 ♡

it was rare bunny!reader and rafe got a day off like this. one where the kook princess’s boyfriend wasn’t running off on business, dragging her along or leaving her to run her own personal errands — like getting her nails done or shopping. today, the two of them relaxed on rafe’s boat in the hazy june sunshine. bunny stares off over the water, pondering..

you’re snapped from your thoughts when rafe arrives at your side, giving your ass a little swat and grab the way he always did as you looked over the ledge across the water.

“you good, kid?” he enquires casually as his hand slides up your back to grasp your shoulder, hooking his sunglasses back into his shirt.

“mhm, just thinking.” you muse, leaning into his side a little. you always went a bit brainless around rafe — it was second nature. he did the thinking, it was his job as a provider — well, that’s what he’d tell you anyway, and he’d drilled it into your head enough times for you to remember it.

“m’yeah? thinking about what?” he converses. he’d always get worried when you looked a little too pensive. rafe was an overthinker like that, the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him not to let you think too hard, because you’d uncover all his flaws and leave him. though you knew that could never be the case, rafe had some unpacked abandonment issues that often sat at the surface.

“us.” you hum simply, and his hand slides off your shoulder.

“well what — what are… why?” he struggles his word his concern, a frown forming between his brows.

“jus’ that i love you a lot, and i was thinking about how much i love you.” you shrug, not taking in the edge in his concerned tone. he relaxes a little, nodding though you weren’t looking his way as he draws in a long breath.

“right, yeah… yeah.” he plays it cool, scratching at his cheek before stepping away in the direction of the mini bar, deciding he needed a drink to take the edge off. “well, daddy loves you too, yeah?”

the casual assurance in his tone makes you bite your lip, gaze snapping over to him as he wanders away — and you speak once more, only wanting to prolong the time spent by his side.

“when did you know that you loved me rafey?” it’s a demure request, spoken hopefully through pouty lips and batting lash extensions. he spins around, blinking at you a few times before shrugging his shoulder.

“look, uh — i don’t know. i just did, alright?” he turns his mouth down like he hadn’t given it any thought and your face falls. you forget rafe wasn’t like you. he was a man of logic. fact over feelings (thats what he’d tell people, anyway.) he didn’t have time to ponder such things.

“oh.” you whisper, nodding your head. it wasn’t a big deal. you just wished he would gush over you the way you did him sometimes. he licks his lips, hesitance in his body language when he turns away once more this time, wishing he never saw that disappointment on your face at the way he brushed you off. he was still trying to get used to the whole being open with your feelings thing. his father hadn’t exactly lead by great example.

he cracks open a beer, and five minutes later he’s lounging on the white couch out on the deck, an arm strewn along the back of the seat and the other holding the bottle, reaching out towards you to gesture you over to him.

“come sit with me, dunno why you’re so far away.” he welcomes you, and you quietly pad over in your pink bikini, never once shying away from the unabashed way he watches your body move towards him. “mm. looking good.” he comments quietly before you’re climbing onto the couch and snuggling up to his side. there was no ‘thanks daddy’ or glossy kisses being pressed into him like usual, you were pensive, distant, thoughtful. he knew he’d brushed you off and you were trying so hard to seem like it hadn’t phased you, bless your little bunny heart. after a sigh, the kook begins to speak.

“it was after the whole thing with me getting arrested. you know the… the thing with the sheriff.” he relays, staring ahead over at the water even when you turned your head to gaze at him, blinking slowly in relaxed confusion as to what he was talking about.

“i…i wanted people to respect me, you know? like- like i had proven that i was willing to do anything to protect the people i care about. anything. enough to get me sent to fuckin’ jail, right?” he rambles, before shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek, thinking. you stay quiet, curious as to where this was going. you wanted to give him space to open up.

“but like…ahh, i don’t know. when i got out, people…people didn’t wanna hang with me anymore. i used to be that guy, right like — like everyone wanted to talk to the rafe cameron but after i got bailed out i… people were scared of me. thought i was some… violent, unhinged creature like… like i was some killer.” he squints, shaking his head in disagreement.

a few moments pass as he gathers his thoughts, before he speaks once more, this time glancing at you.

“so a little while after that i was down at the club, you know just… just tryna socialise again, blow off some steam. shit, i even told everyone that beers were on me, you know? free for everyone at the club. went back to go get my golf club, came back n’everyone had left. clearly they still saw me as some kinda monster.”

whilst you was unclear on why he was telling the story, you remembered clearly this time how hard it was for rafe to drag himself back up. he wouldn’t talk about how hard things were, and sure — eventually things had blown over and he was the life of every party once more, but you remembered the shift in atmosphere clearly. it was strange.

“uh…” he clears his throat. “so yeah i uh, i come back and you’re there, right? you’re just sat there by your self at the table… and shit you… you just looked so happy to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head fondly at the memory. “like, i had left for two damn minutes and you were still happy to see me. you didn’t even — even care that everyone else had left… and that’s real ride or die shit, okay like — someone… someone who’s not gonna just up and leave you when shit gets tough like sarah did with my dad. nah, nah you stuck around. s’when i knew i wanted to put a fuckin’ rock on that little finger.” he takes your hand suddenly, holding it between the two of you like he’s envisioning the ring on your second to last finger, taking a moment to indulge in the fantasy.

you’re grinning ear to ear, understanding the significance of the story now as you flutter your eyelashes.

“rafey…” you coo softly and he shrugs, his wall fighting to come back up.

“yeah, well. you wanted your story, there’s your story.” he brushes it off casually, but even his lips curl up a little into a fulfilled smirk, catching your gaze with an unspoken awe.

“guess what, i loved you the second i saw you so i win.” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his chest.

“yeah? shit i didn’t know it was a competition.” he banters lightheartedly over your giggles, his cold heart thawing at the sound.

#8k celebration ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 𐙚 ა #rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[sixstepsaway]

so here's the thing

i've seen a bunch of people say on twitter and stuff how... ed's behavior is very abusive and his anger is dangerous and he isn't romantic lead material because of it

and i get where they're coming from

but to me the main issue isn't putting ed in the position of a romantic lead, but not crafting the narrative around his characterization so that it allows for a spicy romantic pirates-in-love narrative instead of...whatever this is.

i'm going to try and explain this. idk if i'll do well but i'll try

the way she show presents stede is as an innocent baby who isn't really equipped for pirate life. he goes into a fugue/disassociative state whenever there's any real violence, apparently, and needs protecting by other characters when things get too rough - for example when ed is telling ned lowe not to take the poker to stede.

that's fine! it's honestly adorable to see a masc character being so soft around the edges and being protected by other characters this way.

(i'm not going to touch on stede's... eh... not great characterization this season rn)

then there's izzy, who is shown as a bit violent, a bit rough around the edges. he's more likely to draw a sword or throw a punch or hit someone with a chair or take a punch like a champ. violence is just part of life for him and that's okay, it just Is, from small things like smacking stede on the ass to bigger things like being wall slammed, it's not all that big or bad for violence to happen around and with him, he tends to give as good as he gets (there's some nuance here but i'm talking the macro themes not the micro of what izzy does vs is done to him)

and finally there's ed

ed is presented as violent (stabbing knives at guys, telling fang to use the snail fork etc) and used to a life of violence, and then in season 2 he's presented as really violent, his anger coming out in dangerous and terrifying ways

and frankly, i'd be super into it if he and izzy were the main ship and that twisted dynamic from the first two episodes of s2 was explored and fleshed out into something deeper

friends to enemies to lovers who fight and fuck. angry pirates who lay hands on each other, who break the whole ship with each other in the heat of passion.

except instead, s2 gives us... abuse. it gives us izzy cringing and lowering his head and trying to protect the kids crew from ed's angry outbursts.

so when stede comes back and he's still soft around the edges and ed headbutts him and it's deliberate, it's... not a great look, and the vibes are a bit skewed

if stede fought back, if when ed struck out at him he struck back, if they fought rather than it being one-sided, if it was friends to enemies to lovers and not presented as healthy, but maybe they can work their way there, who knows, maybe even more like anne bonnie and mary read because hey, they were doing something very similar?

except they were both into it. they were both enjoying the fighting and the fucking and the burning down the house.

stede's not enjoying it.

i cannot describe how much i hate this sequence just because of the way stede flinches

anne and mary don't!! mary jumps at the unexpected bang but she doesnt flinch, she doesn't cover her face like she thinks the vase will be coming for her not the wall and anne? looks so into it

and the thing is that in real life, no, you don't want to date someone who throws shit around, or headbutts you

but in fiction when it's two fucked up people doing this shit together like anne and mary?

that can be fun.

but instead what we've been given is stede flinching and apologizing to ed and then all of ed's...what, semi-redemption???? is done away from the other collection of people he abused, and then he spends some time on a fishing boat wearing a dog collar and everything is fine because he's good now and won't be doing anything bad ever again

and it's just... poor writing. the vibes are rancid.

i spent a really big chunk of time between s1 and s2 defending ed. i kept saying how what he did to izzy by making him eat his toe wasn't abuse, it was a one-off and abuse isn't a one-off thing it's a pattern, and then s2 made it a pattern.

explicitly. explicitly a pattern.

not just one toe but three.

jim saying "you're in an unhealthy relationship with blackbeard"

and all ed offered izzy was a "sorry about your leg" which might've been fine if izzy survived and they could work on this more, but instead that's all the apology and closure izzy will ever get

ed threw a chair and a vase and made stede flinch in fear and stede was right to do that. what part of any of this implies this will never happen again? that stede won't press the wrong button at some point and be on the receiving end? none of it

and if we'd been presented with a s2 stede bonnet who could handle himself and stand up for himself and fight back, then maybe i could imagine that turning into a weird sexy fucked up anne/mary like thing and maybe that could be why they put that episode in, but instead it feels like that episode was going, "look, see, ed's violence is fine because these two are fine with it with each other"

but stede isn't

ed and izzy or ed and stede in an unhealthy battle of a relationship could be such a fun, interesting and downright sexy thing to watch unfold on tv, and could honestly end somewhere far more down the chill end of the spectrum, but that's not what we've been given here

i cannot argue that ed isn't an abuser anymore, and not just of izzy but of the whole crew. he terrified frenchie.

it's not good writing to try and lean into the idea that ed and the pirates are violent and live a life of violence, so it's okay that ed's been violent, while simultaneously presenting his violence as traumatic and abusive, and then less than three episodes later saying oh it's fine now, he's just a little meow meow who can do no wrong, see?

especially considering they had him murdering people at the end of the season. and sure, you can say the english are just cannon fodder and they dont 'count', but they did before. ed explicitly did not kill before, and that included the english, or the spanish, or anyone else. so either they count or they don't, but flipping him on a dime makes no sense.

ALSO

having ed be the son of an abusive man who threw plates at his mother and made her cringe and then having ed kill his father to protect his mother and then a season later having ed become the kind of man who throws chairs and vases and makes his love interest cringe is, again, not bloody optimal

i want to say again i dont CARE about tv always presenting healthy relationships or tv always giving us aspirational goals. i want messy fucked up dynamics and terrible people making terrible choices, and still, to this day, i fucking love ed teach. i would honestly love to have seen them continue with ed's darkness and bring stede into it and see where they went with that, to have stede kill ned lowe and not just bury his feelings in ed but get off on it, enjoy the violence, and see where that led, but no

and so instead all we end up with is a protagonist who is being set up for a lifetime of abuse from an intimate partner, and a romantic lead who abuses his love interests (and yes. izzy is a love interest, he is set up like one and positioned like one and treated like one), frightens his love interests with his violence, is erratic and most of all inconsistently written. he was so sorry about scaring fang as though he hadn't been deliberately terrifying the whole crew for fuck knows how long? what?!

the whole fandom has spent so long saying, "no no, i know stede bonnet irl was a slave owner, but ofmd is using the names and not any real piracy, it's more disney piracy, you know? so that kind of stuff doesnt exist!" and then they flipped around and went "blackbeard is blackbeard and so he is evil and does all these horrible things" and i dont know how to rationalize the two sides of that because it feels so out of place

i'm getting rambly, this isnt a particularly well constructed thought process, i just feel like we were robbed both of a toxic, violent relationship that could be fun to see explored on tv and a soft and sweet love story between two middle aged men exploring their first loves in one fell swoop and there's no way for s3 to bring either of those things back because they got utterly torpedoed by making ed a horrible person

ugh

#ofmd critical #i hate that i'm using this tag now :c #edward teach #ed teach #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #i guess #izzy hands #stede bonnet

[bleedingoptimism]

Calling Eddie on the phone that first time, when he’d panicked about Tarja’s cold, was like opening a dam. They start talking on the phone all the time. At first, it’s always about Tarja, photos of her drawings, a story about school, questions of whether she forgot her plushie in Steve’s car again or not.

But then it’s just them chatting, asking about their day, showing each other what they are working on, or sharing a meme. Soon, they start wishing each other goodnight and Steve knows he’s stepping into deep water with both feet at the same time but he can’t stop.

He likes Eddie, a lot. He’s in too deep already. He was already halfway in love with him when he realized he liked him as much more than a friend… That he liked him much more than he liked his own boyfriend. That he doesn't even like his boyfriend…

But if Steve was dreading breaking up with Tommy not to lose Tarja… now that he has double the people to lose… There’s no way.  Thinking about not seeing them again makes him feel like he’ll never be able to take a full breath of fresh air again. 

They are hanging out at the park the day Steve completely loses control of the situation. He’d promised Tarja he’d take her there last week and Tarja had begged Eddie to join them so now, they are sitting side by side on a bench watching Tarja build sand castles with another kid in the playground.

The comfortable silence gets interrupted by Steve’s phone going off and, checking his messages, he sighs, already bothered by seeing it’s from Tommy.

‘get your big pretty ass home soon. i have guests tonight’

‘Big? Shit. Is my ass too big?’ He thinks as he frowns at his phone.

“Everything ok?” Eddie asks, looking at him curious.  

“We need to get back, it’s Tommy” is all Steve says, shaking his phone in explanation. He can’t help but pull a face of exasperation trying to make light of the situation but Eddie frowns.

“Steve, about Tommy… If he’s not good to yo-” 

“You sound like Robin” Steve interrupts, he’s talked to Eddie about his best friend before, but he never mentioned Robin is always telling him to break up with Tommy. 

“Well, then I’m not that far off am I?” Eddie presses kindly, ducking his head to try and catch Steve’s eyes.

But Steve keeps them fixed on his shoes. There’s a stain on the tip of his left one. 

Eddie takes his silence as agreement and keeps going, “Why haven’t you broken up with him, then?”

Why does Eddie want him to break up with Tommy? Is he trying to get rid of him? Does he not like him around? No, it’s not that. Eddie is his friend, he’s kind and lovely and has never once been mean or rude to him and Steve needs to stop projecting.

But, he can’t answer that or tell Eddie the truth, he thinks. And then, his eyes betray him, drifting from the floor to Tarja, who is now…being buried in the sand with the help of the other kid. Her little feet kick up as she giggles delighted. He smiles to himself a little. That kid, she’s a menace.

Eddie gasps and Steve realizes his mistake. He looks at him and Eddie is looking back, eyes huge,

“Steve… don’t tell me, it’s-”

Steve shakes his head no frantically, “No, it's not- there’s a lot of reasons! It’s not- Ugh fine, it’s not only because of her but, she’s one of the reasons…” he struggles to say.

And then he shrugs, like ‘What can you do? Hehe’ Because he’s an idiot.

Eddie stares at him for a long time, unblinking and with his mouth half open, “You’d do that for her?” he whispers and it sounds so… raw.

Steve just looks at him, not knowing what to say and trying really hard not to get distracted by Eddie’s beautiful lips.

He suddenly turns to face him properly and takes Steve’s hand with both of his, “Fuck, Steve…” he says and then closes his mouth shut and opens it again. Steve leans a little closer eager to hear whatever Eddie wants to say but then his phone rings and he jumps off his seat, startled.

Looking at the caller ID, he curses, “It’s Tommy”

He picks up the call and starts walking in a big circle, he can never sit still while on the phone,

“Hey,”

“Hey dummy, you didn’t answer. Is everything ok?” Tommy asks like he’s actually worried and not just impatient.

‘Dummy’... it’s supposed to be affectionate but every time Tommy calls him that it feels like he’s sticking a needle in his heart.

“Yeah, we are at the park, we’ll be right there. I’m-” But Tommy hangs up before he can finish the sentence. 

“Asshole,” Steve murmurs to himself and looks back to see Eddie has already collected Tarja and is waiting for him.

Seeing both of them holding hands and smiling up at him makes Steve want to cry and scream at how much he needs them. He’s so fucked.

🧸

A week later, he’s at a dinner with Tommy and Tommy’s coworkers. 

Because Tommy doesn’t have friends, he has coworkers. Because friends are for children.

Or so Tommy says… Fuck Tommy.

He’s bored out of his mind and pushing his food around on his plate. Lost his appetite after Tommy looked at him funny for ordering fries instead of a salad. 

He can’t stop thinking about Eddie, about him asking why he hadn’t broken up with Tommy yet, and about whatever it was that Eddie didn’t say that day.

And then, as if it were fate or something, he gets a message from Eddie, he looks at it under the table when he sees it’s a photo. Not that Eddie would send him a nude or something he just doesn’t want anyone else to see.

However, he might’ve been wrong about the nude because Eddie is shirtless in the photo he sent, Steve notices with burning cheeks.

But the photo is not sensual at all. Instead, it’s the cutest, loveliest thing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s Eddie and Tarja standing in front of the big mirror in Eddie’s hallway with big smiles, identical dimples on their right cheeks. Both their curly hairs are bundled up on top of their heads and they are covered in paint. 

All of Eddie’s tattoos are colored in bright colors, his demon skull, the sword, the dragon, the goat, the vines that adorn his top scars, everything. The colors don’t respect the lines and the paint is dripping a little, clearly Tarja’s work. Meanwhile, she has cute skulls, bats, and roses drawn on her arms, and her freckles are now every color of the rainbow. They are fucking beautiful.

The text below says ‘she forgot toothless at tommy’s. im trying to distract her’

Steve bites his lip to hide a big smile and sends at least a hundred heart eyes emojis and then answers he’ll bring it back later.

“Are we boring you, Steve?” One of Tommy’s coworkers asks. He can hear the venom in her voice.

‘Yes’

“No, not at all. Just answering a text,” he says with a closed-lip smile.

“Oh! Let me guess, from your ‘job’” she laughs, doing air quotes with her claws, and then whines, putting on a voice, “Help me, Steve! I can’t decide what to wear to a party” 

They all laugh, Tommy included and Steve just glares at her unsure if he should rise to the bait or not. 

“Aww, don’t be mad Stevie,” she coos at him, “I’m just messing with ya!” she smirks and then looks at her nails as if she were a disney villain or something, “I wished I’d gone to college for something as simple as fashion. You are very lucky to be so successful,” And they laugh again. Only one of them has the decency of looking uncertain about it and Steve is seething.

Lucky?! He’s worked his ass off to get to- whatever- he takes a deep breath and smiles at her.

God, fuck his people. They are so… miserable.

Making other people feel bad about themselves just because there’s no joy in their own lives. He feels sorry for them.

But Tommy laughing alongside them makes him feel sick to his stomach.

After, when they are going back to his place, Tommy takes one hand off the wheel and puts it on Steve’s thigh slowly going up. Steve briefly considers opening the door and jumping out of the car in motion but ends up just slapping Tommy’s hand off of him aggressively.

Tommy scoffs but he doesn’t say anything and keeps his hands to himself the rest of the way. And when they get home, he confronts Steve, “What’s got your panties in a bunch now, uh? Steve, we haven’t fucked in weeks!”

Steve swirls around and laughs, “Are you shitting me right now?! You want me to let you touch me!? After how you just laughed at the way Carol talked to me?” he says.

“Uhg, not this again! Did you get your feelings hurt again, princess?” Tommy mocks him and Steve rolls his eyes so hard he wishes he could do a backflip to accompany them. Hell, he probably could.

He doesn’t even bother answering Tommy, too sick of his shit, and just walks past him on his way to the door.

“Oh c’mon, Stevie! We were just kidding!” Tommy says, changing his tune completely and trying to sound nice. Then doing another 180 when Steve just keeps getting ready to leave, “Why are you so fucking sensitive. Are you seriously leaving right now?!”

Steve doesn't stop, doesn’t even look at him and Tommy follows him to the door, “Good! Fine! Leave! Run back to your Robin. You’ll be back!” he tells him, and Steve hates that he’s said it before and had been right. But when he’s closing the door as Steve is walking towards his car Tommy yells one more thing that completely breaks him, “You are too much work, Steve! You are not worth this much trouble!”

Steve slams the door of his car and drives away but ends up pulling over a few blocks later because he can’t see through the tears.

He whales and heaves, shaking while he rubs his eyes over and over again. All he can hear in his head is ‘you are not worth it. you are not worth it. you are not worth it. you are not worth it.’

Fuck Tommy.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself and rests his head against the headrest, rolling it from right to left and massaging his scalp but when he looks to the left, something in his passenger seat makes him gasp. As if it were fate or something… Toothless, Tarja’s plushie is sitting right beside him.

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[hitlikehammers]

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die)

rating: t ♥️ cw: angst with a happy ending (which is actually kinda fluffy?), limbo/near-death experiences, post-S4/Upside Down-heavy, falling in love ♥️ tags: falling for each other in the space between life and death, happy ending

for @steddielovemonth day twenty-six: Love is a fire that never goes out (@sidekick-hero)

this is because of 1) this song being too close to the prompt for me to disengage it in my head, and the chorus therefore dictating this plot line, and 2) @hbyrde36 picked it and, again, I am very susceptible to people indicating they like a thing and would enjoy more, so @hbyrde36: I hope you enjoy what this became ♥️

“Oh fuck, not you, too.”

Steve looks up—when did he sit down, he doesn’t remember sitting down, he doesn’t remember how even got here, and hey, actually, where is here—

“What?” Steve looks toward the voice; familiar. See the wreath of curls around a pale face.

“This is death, right?” Eddie’s crossing over to him, crouching just beside; “I’m dead, like, I am very sure I’m dead, but you’re here, so—“

“I don’t,” Steve breathes in sharp—tries to get his bearings, tries to see but it’s just black in every direction, his lungs feel like they’re halved in size all of sudden, everything feels tight and painful and hard like inhaling isn’t something guaranteed, and his heartbeat feels like it’s dragging the carcass of something with it when it pumps, laborious and—

He’s is breathing, though, even if it’s kinda half-assed; he’s got a heartbeat, even if it feels like it’s about to fucking give out.

That doesn’t…that doesn’t sound like death.

“I,” Steve licks his lips; his mouth is so fucking dry but swelling kinda hurts and…he’s not as fucked up as he has a feeling he should be, he needs to think harder than he’s ready for just now to figure out what the last thing that happened between where he was, and where he is but: he thinks he should be more fucked up on, like, an instinctual level that knows he should be pretty fucked up, basically, and he’s not.

But again: he still hurts, and that…also doesn’t sound like death.

He swallows anyway; not that it helps.

“Max said there was this, black void,” Steve works through the first thing that comes to mind slowly, processes as he speaks; “with water,” and he looks down and sees the ripples in what he’s sitting in, moving around him but…but the reflections are right, and there’s no light so how are there even wrong reflections; he wasn’t good in his science classes but he feels pretty sure you need light to see anything in a mirror, plus—

“Water,” he flicks his hand from the standing pool around him up at Eddie without warning: “that wasn’t wet.”

Eddie splutters, but it dies down quick: it’s supposed to be wet. He expects it to be.

But it’s not. His eyes go so fucking big.

“It’s attached to the Upside Down,” Steve pushes on; “Eleven can like, come here, but,” he shakes his head and Eddie grimaces: she lost her powers.

“So it’s almost-death,” Eddie surmises, and drops into the not-water next to Steve.

“I guess so,” Steve shrugs, and draws his legs up; hugs his knees.

“Fucking great,” Eddie huffs, sneers, and it’s…Steve not sure why exactly, but it feels…targeted. Directed at him, because one, yes: he isthe only other thing here—as far as he can tell—but the words Eddie’d no-greeted him with float back into his consciousness:

Not you.

“Sorry to rain on your parade, man,” Steve bites out and shoves his head down between his thighs, maybe to breathe, maybe to think, maybe to hide, maybe to fucking cry, maybe to…fuck, he doesn’t even know.

He thinks he’s in the middle of trying to split the difference of every possible thing when Eddie’s voice breaks the still in the dark: “I didn’t,” and honestly, Steve’s never heard that voice sound so soft, so small; “that’s not what I meant,” and it’s an apology even if they words don’t add up exact, Steve feels it clear like a blow to the solar plexus. He turns to Eddie, who’s staring out at the nothing.

“I don’t want to be alone,” Eddie whispers, and his lip trembles, Steve can see that despite the lack of light.

Steve can see tears on that face, too, despite the lack of any light.

“But I hate that you’re here,” Eddie’s voice catches on kind of a whine, and Steve maybe would startle, when a hand reaches out and covers his; Eddie still does look at him, but he flattens his hand over Steve’s like a squeeze:

“That you’re here, too.”

And, oh. Okay.

Okay.

They’re here, then. Together.

Here.

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It takes a while—he thinks; he thinks it’s a while, but one of the first things that makes itself plain in this godforsaken place is how times means absolutely fucking nothing, so; he think it takes a while to remember the vines.

They were coming back for Robin, and Steve would die before he let her get hurt so: that’s the last thing he remembers.

For Eddie, it’s the bats; Steve grimaces, hates even imagining like…swarms of them. More of their bites.

He’s the one who reaches for Eddie’s hand, this time—he wants to say it’s just a little comfort for the particularly bad things that are coming up as they sit here, as they draw patterns in the not-water and blow against it to make little waves just for shits, mindless and stupid: he wants to say that when it gets too much, and then keeps going, when it’s the worst, they’ve started to reach because what else can they do? Who else can they lean on?

Who’s gonna fucking know?

Actually: no. He doesn’t want to say that.

He wants to say the truth: the truth being they touch a lot. They reach a lot. They reach because it’s quiet. They reach because it’s dark. They reach because they’re frustrated. Or they’re scared. Steve could map Eddie’s calluses blind if he was asked to. Eddie traces his veins without being able to see close enough to know that he’s right.

He wants to say the truth: that he wants to touch. He craves it. And not just from anyone.

He craves this.

He doesn’t know what that fucking means.

But he’s the one who reaches, and covers Eddie’s hand, presses down to keep him when Eddie remembers the bats.

And he’s the one who leans, who rests their shoulders together and holds his breath.

But Eddie is the one who doesn’t move away, who leans in too, he tips his head onto Steve and breathes out slow so Steve can feel the warm damp of it on his skin and…

Steve’s heart’s fucking pounding, but then also it’s kinda like fluttering, and either way:

That’s not death.

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Steve likes that the not-water is…not water, because lying back in it doesn’t fuck up his hair. Which…feels cleaner than it should be he figures maybe that’s just the same as both he and Eddie not being riddled with the wounds they should be rights be covered in—he can run his hands through it and that’s really all he wants, his hands, or like, you know if other hands wanted—

Whatever; he’s not going to question the not-water. He’s happy it doesn’t make him a wet dog just for trying to lay back and pretend there are stars.

Which he’d still be doing, if a weird…flapping noise hadn’t started up over to the left.

He has to squint in the no-light to see what the fuck’s going on, something in Eddie’s hands, oh shit, flapping, is it one of those fucking bats—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie freezes, and turns. And Steve sees what’s in his hands.

Doesn’t change his question.

Eddie just blinks at him. And runs his thumbs over the desk of cards he’s holding, flicking them one by one: flapping.

“Where the hell did those come from?”

Eddie shrugs. “Pocket.”

Steve gapes a little.

“You’ve had them the whole time?” because again, even if the feeling’s shifted: what the fuck

“Lots of pockets, man,” Eddie grins cheekily as he shakes his jacket out, like Steve can see any pockets.

Then he’s walking over to Steve on his knees before dropping cross-legged and shuffling the deck before he taps them out on his thigh and leans in:

“Pick your poison.”

And Steve’s played his share of cards, is actually pretty decent at poker, but, like…

“I don’t,” he bites his lip and stares at the predictable red pattern of the face-down cards;“I don’t want to think,” he finishes, kinda fucking lame, but Eddie’s not deterred, flips a few cards off the top with a thump before balancing the rest on his knee, offering half the cards he’s still holding to Steve with a little wiggle of his eyebrows:

“Go Fish?”

And Steve, he, like—

This is not-death, right, but whatever it is, it’s probably not good, and yet here Steve sits, with five cards in his hand and…Jesus.

He feels his lips stretch and he doesn’t think he’s smiled like this in…

In a while.

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“Three Musketeers,” Steve answers when they’re lounging in the not-water, heads lined up so sometimes Steve feels the tickle of Eddie’s curls.

“The fuck?” Eddie huffs a laugh; the question was just things they’d miss if they never get out of here; like, it’s a little morbid and also a little hopeful all at once.

They’ve been working deeper in the category of food for a bit now, and so it’s candy bars. And Steve does not see what’s controversial about his choice, honestly.

“I love those, shit,” Steve waves his hand in the air, dismissing Eddie’s very wrong opinion, here; “they’re just,” Steve hums, tries to figure out the best way to defend a genuinely fucking excellent snack food:

“They’re simple,” and that sounds like a weak defense but look at where they are, look at their lives, that is fucking high praise. “Not too sweet and like, light and airy and,” Steve tilts his head, imagines the mouthfeel:

“Kinda delicate when you bite into ‘em,” he feels himself grin a little: “like bubbles or something,” because…yeah.

They’re awesome, but then he looks over at Eddie, who’s already turned to look at him, his gaze…something. Weighty but not oppressive. Piercing but not painful.

“Sorry,” Steve feels himself flush and it’s no the first time, or the worst time, but he’s grateful just like he is every time that there’s no fucking light and whatever lets them see at all doesn’t give away a blush; “sorry, that’s—“

“That’s adorable,” Eddie says with something…equally undefinable in his voice as much as his eyes, but this thing makes Steve feel, like, warm and tingly, a little, under his skin, in his chest; “you’re right, they’re…” and Eddie reaches for his hand, which they do a lot, yeah, but not…not so often for good things and this feels…like a good thing.

“They’re really good,” Eddie presses his hand over Steve’s, like a blanket, all encompassing—Steve has broad hands but Eddie’s fingers are longer than he’d ever noticed and he—

Steve likes how they fit.

“Under-appreciated, I think,” Eddie’s voice has lowered, softened, and it kinda feels like he’s saying something that has nothing to do with candy bars at all: “because people aren’t looking close enough to see how amazing it is.”

Yeah, for how Eddie’s staring at him, and for how Steve’s pulse has ramped up all of a sudden: Steve doesn’t really think Eddie’s talking about chocolate at all.

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“You’re really good company.”

Eddie turns and blinks Steve’s way.

“What?”

Steve swallows; he’s not sure what made him say it. Except that it’s true.

“I’d have liked it,” he starts, like, expands on the point rather than revisiting the simple part; “if we could have, y’know,” and he gestures between them; “hung out.”

Eddie tilts his head, and he doesn’t smile exactly, but it kinda feels like his whole face, maybe his whole body, is a smile.

“Well,” he huffs a little laugh, like a disbelieving sound; “we’re hanging out, now.”

And Steve smiles the normal way, which is probably lesser to look at, but he wishes really hard that Eddie could, like, slip under his skin and see how it feels on the inside. “Yeah,” Steve grins at the darkness for a second, chews his lips a little, suddenly kinda…bashful, fuck:

“Yeah we are,” and then he breathes in deep, and makes himself be brave with something he doesn’t wholly understand:

“I like it,” and that’s an understatement.

And then Eddie hums, and covers Steve’s hand as he murmurs:

“Me too, sweetheart.”

And Steve’s heartbeat catches on that word, or more, reaches for that word, that name, greedy and wild and it pounds out that same desperate mantra blood-in-blood-out unwavering:

not-dead, not-dead, not-dead, not—

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Eddie’s smile is so fucking pretty.

He didn’t know what Speed was, like the card game, so they’ve each got a pile balanced on a knee as the flip and they’re pressed up tight at their crossed legs to make a little table from their limbs for the discards and Eddie’s just…

It’s not just his smile.

“My grandpa taught me to play,” Steve comments idly, mostly just for something to say when it looks like they’re stuck and need to flip from the sides.

“It’s chaotic,” Eddie looks up and meets Steve’s eyes, his own fucking glittering when the lack of light should make that impossible but Steve thinks Eddie is kinda impossible so probably it fits.

“I like it,” he proclaims, as he reaches for another card to start the momentum back up, raises an eyebrow at Steve and waits for him to follow suit like he’s the expect, like Steve didn’t fucking just show him this game—

“You would,” Steve snorts and Eddie?

Eddie just beams bigger, and that catches in Steve’s pulse, nudges it to sing something that’s more than just not-dead; that’s more…

That feels more

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It’s the more-feeling that breaks him, in the end.

“You called me big boy.”

Steve doesn’t really have control over his mouth, when it happens. Or else, like, he doesn’t think before the words tumble out, and the lie in the not-water and stare at the absence of the starts in the not-sky.

His heart’s jumped up to his throat, now.

Eddie’s quiet, for a while, even if time doesn’t mean anything here; Eddie’s quiet, and Steve’s heart wants to jump out of his fucking mouth but if it does than it’s got two destinations: it can’t drown in the not-water so that’s fucking useless, and then there’s Eddie, Eddie’s hands, Eddie’s chest and—

“I,” Eddie finally speaks, and his voice is rough, far away;“I, yeah.”

Steve doesn’t know what he was expecting. He wasn’t planning on saying anything so there weren’t any expectations built in.

“You looked at me,” Steve’s whispering, but it wavers, it moves with the force of his blood; “like you…” Steve licks his lips, swallows a whimper because what is he doing, what is he doing—

“Being almost-dead is really going to take the thunder out of your backlash on this, Harrington,” Eddie cuts into his panic and Steve’s head snaps over to look, to try and read Eddie’s expression: scared. Bracing for impact. Like Steve would, like Steve could ever—

“No, no, I,” Steve raises himself up and scoots over to Eddie, grabs his hands and presses them together in his own, never once looks away from Eddie’s eyes as they stretch wide.

“What did you mean?” because Steve’s started this, and Eddie’s anxious for it and…he needs Eddie to understand he’s not upset, he’s confused, his heart’s all swollen for it, he just, he—

“With the, with calling me that, and with leaning in like you did in the woods,” his breath’s shaking on the exhale: “with all the looks,” and he tries to leave it all in his eyes, on his face, open and clear for all that he doesn’t understand, but also for all that he…that he hopes.

Eventually, Eddie sighs, and squeezes his eyes shut tight, almost like a wince.

But he doesn’t pulls his hands away.

“You’re not stupid, Steve.”

Steve shakes his head, even if Eddie can’t see it.

“I’m very stupid.”

And Eddie’s eyes fly open, look wrathful, look offended on…Steve’ behalf, what the fuck?

And yeah, yeah, he’s opening his mouth now to fight him, to fight Steve about Steve and…no. No, that’s not the point.

“I’m stupid,” Steve says again, but quick so he can get it out; “about like,” he tries to find the right words and remembers Robin’s point on it once:

“About, you know, matters of the heart.”

Eddie’s features slacken, and his mouth drops open as he blinks at Steve before he eventually chokes out:

“Heart?”

But Steve can hear it. He can hear the confusion, like his own, but also just like his own:

He thinks he can hear the hope.

“You held that bottle to my throat and all I wanted was for you to lean closer,” he confesses, and it feels amazing, like he can breathe again, or see in color even though there’s so little color, here.

“And slit it?” Eddie croaks, incredulous, still a little slack-jawed and Steve laughs, because he can breathe, and—

“And kiss me, you dick.”

Eddie’s mouth snaps shut, and his eyes somehow get bigger, and his chest’s heaving and Steve wants that not to be for fearing, he wants Eddie to be anything but scared, he wants Eddie to be hoping—

“Stevie,” Eddie barely breathes and…it’s not scared, or else, not like it could be. It’s hesitant. It’s…full, of something Steve thinks might be incredible.

“You call me sweetheart,” Steve leans in, pushes the point, leans more until he’s close enough where he can feel Eddie’s breath on his face; “here. Now.”

Eddie nods immediately, doesn’t try to hide from it.

“Yeah, I do,” he breathes, and watches Steve so careful, unblinking.

“What does it mean,” Steve pushes, angles his lips without even thinking, without making the choice but Eddie?

Eddie makes the choice, and he kisses Steve so fucking sure and sweet and still wild somehow and Steve never wants to not be here. Never wants to not have this mouth under his, never wants to not have Eddie’s hands in his own: he doesn’t wholly understand it, where it comes from or what all it means but…his heart’s fucking dancing, the joy’s almost sore for it’s size and when Steve breathes between them, when they break for half a second to breathe and stare and marvel and Eddie looks like he’s entranced, like he’s overjoyed, and the only other thing here is Steve?

Fuck. Fuck.

If this ends up being death, that’s okay. That’s okay, as long as there’s also this.

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He’s on top of Eddie’s chest, curled so so close, when it starts to feel…different. In his body. Like something pulling him.

The dark is still absolute but it almost feels like they’re on the brink of something, like dawn could come.

Steve fucking hates it.

“I don’t want to die alone,” Eddie whispers against his head, kisses at his hair.

“I don’t want you to die,” Steve grits out, almost violent, because isn’t this how it started, wasn’t that what Eddie meant, that he didn’t want Steve here, too—but Steve won’t accept that.

He cannot fucking accept that.

“I don’t want you to die at all.”

Eddie drags the tip of his nose back and forth against Steve’s hair some more as he breathes, breathes, breathes—

“To die by your side,” Eddie murmurs low; “would be my privilege,” and Steve chokes on a whine, a sob—it’s too much. It’s too much, and he needs this man, he needs him so much, he think he fucking loves hi—

“Maybe it’s not dying,” Steve tries, looks out into the abyss and he can’t see what’s on the way but he feels it; they both feel it: “maybe we’ll,” and he grabs Eddie’s hand and brings it to his lips.

“Maybe we’ll wake up.”

Maybe. Maybe.

“Kiss me,” Eddie exhales and Steve pulls back, slides up Eddie’s chest and hovers over him, makes to claim his lips but then Eddie lifts a palm, pauses Steve as he presses it over his racing heart and blinks at him, makes the tears fall from his lashes:

“Kiss me again when we wake up.”

And Steve will, he will, but.

He’s gonna kiss Eddie now, too. He’s going to kiss Eddie always.

He thinks his heart’s going too fast to beat out words but that, in itself, has to mean something that isn’t…death.

So he pours that conviction, and all the hope he’s got left, into Eddie as he devours him, breathes into him like they can melt together, like if Steve’s air lifts Eddie’s lungs they’ll be one person, one living soul and whatever happens…

Whatever happens will take them both.

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Eddie splutters, clutches his chest; his heart’s racing, it feels like his blood’s on fire because every beat fucking burns, and the tear of his shirt where it’s stuck to his skin—dried blood, fucking hell—all up his side is absolutely disgusting, Jesus fuck—

“Eddie!”

He turns and that, that’s Henderson, and he squints; that’s Henderson running toward him, less than a minute away at that pace and Eddie doesn’t know if he can sit up but he’ll try, he digs his fingers into the mud and makes to lift—

And then something crashes into him, pins him right back down.

Covers his hands. Presses.

And he can’t get a word out, can barely fucking breathe before his lips are covered, before he’s being kissed so fucking desperate and giddy and all these feelings being fed straight into him, his heart leaping up in his throat to steal a taste but it doesn’t need to, it doesn’t need to because he feels…he feels it all everywhere, and he looks up and he shakes, he laughs, he’s gonna fucking cry—

“You woke up,” Eddie whispers, marvels, thinks his whole face is going to split open with, with joy and Steve, Steve is here, and he’s smiling back, and he’s breathing and they’re, it’s—

There’s light here. Steve’s eyes are like molten copper, they flicker, they shine.

“Promised,” Steve murmurs close, his lips moving Eddie’s lips with each syllable and the taste is, is…sweet and soft and light and perfect and Eddie almost doesn’t ask because it feels so right, so unquestionable but also he wants, something fierce and unwavering, and he needs to be sure where the water’s real, and the ripples mean something when you shift the whole fucking world, when you feel this big you know it’ll move the earth breathe your feet, so he has to ask:

“That the only reason?”

He still feels the hope from wherever they were, though; he feels it still, here, and he believes in it more in the light, he thinks, and he looks at Steve, takes him in, sees his chest rising and his pulse at the neck: real. Real, and so beautiful, and so, so—

Steve leans and kisses him hard, almost painful but it’s divine, Eddie will bask in the sting of it for the rest of his fucking life if he’s allowed, and then—

Then Steve pulls back and pins him with his eyes, now, fierce and on fire and they steal Eddie’s breath with feeling, with intent as Steve grabs at his shoulders, pulls them flush together and growls against his ear, like a vow almost:

“Only reason?” Steve huffs, shakes his head. “Not even close,” and he drags his lips over Eddie’s skin, catches Eddie’s hair, weaves into Eddie’s heartbeat:

not-dead, not-dead, not-dead

in-love, in-love, in-love—

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[sukioyakio]

Saw some gojo drawings of him being a cowboy.Just wanted to share my thoughts on it. (Femreader)

might not be well edited 😭✌️

Cowboy!gojo,Who lives his whole life in his little sort of town, where it had enough food and water but enough for people to be able to use electricity. And its where he works as a cowboy in one big ranch. He just as well know about everyone in the little town, and they know him I mean who wouldn’t.The handsome white headed cowboy, the cutie that the girls would die for to be his wife, and the gorgeous blue eyes cowboy.

Cowboy!gojo,Who immediately knew when he saw you that he didn’t ever see you before. But you had this glow around you that brought him wondering. Probably that city girl glow he said to his mind, he cant say that he never went to other places or travel the world in which he did he pretty much enjoy it to top to bottom. But he prefer his little town he knows from the bottom of his heart.

He just had to come to you and he wanted to have his first appearance with you to be good. But it just happens that a car drove by a mud puddle.

“Helloooo there I hadn’t se- A red car drove by hitting the mud puddle and perfectly aimed on Gojo’s body and hair. You had no idea what just happened but you couldn’t help but laugh at his blanked expression. You hadn’t even heard what he had said before but you waved him off. Before saying. ”You might need a shower of a hour or two, see you later sir” You added with a sly smirk walking off with a sarcastic tone. He saw everything he needed to know that you just obtain his cowboy ass heart. He who is smiling like a dork after seeing a crush. Walking around with mud on his body like it’s nothing.

I just know that cowboy!gojo, who would have his signature smirk on every time he’s playing with the other cowboys. But he puts that smirk more widely when your around.(I don’t know if cowboys do races)

Cowboy!gojo, Who purposely trying to do anything to grab your attention. Sitting on his horse while they walk or jogging balls while the horse sprints. Wanting nothing more than to see you smile at his stupid shenanigans. It just bursts his ego with such warmth that he would have such a dorky grin on his face that his best friend playfully nudged his shoulder and ask him why he’s smiling like that.

“Gojo what the hell are you doing right now”Shoko stated as she sees him sitting on his black horse four beer bottles in air as he juggled them up and down. Gojo who didn’t hear shoko at all. Shoko couldn’t see who he was doing that for from the view she had and so she walked towards him. ’What is that idiot doing with my beer.’ She says but she stop when she see you rolling your eyes playfully and huffing a bit of laughter at his tactics. Shoko looks at you and knew immediately that she never saw you before and she looks at Gojo and sees that Manchild smiling like a highschool boy after their crush saying hi to them.And she knew that he was absolutely in love with you. “What you didn’t think I can juggle,huh” He says with a large smile on his lips. And beautiful blues eyes that were aimed towards your attention. “Definitely not on your horse I didn’t,your pretty talented guy that I can tell”You replied to him with a cheeky smile,looking at him with your arm crossed.The sarcasm in your voice wasn’t that hard to not notice.

Cowboy!Gojo,Who loves Fucking with you,He just like seeing if he can get to see how many adorable expressions can be on your face. Especially if he finds you reading a book on the grass field right next to the ranch house,in the quiet silence.In which he would purposely scare you with his loud voice. (edited)

It was pretty uneventful at the ranch.Which meant that he had more time to relax or catch up with you,his pretty princess.Ever since the last time he visit you which was like yesterday he had called you that nickname ‘pretty princess or princess’. and then you heard you mutter 'what a annoying knight’. And so he decided to call that every time he see you.He’s walking by the forest part of the park where it just outstanding beautiful, with the view of the green trees and perfectly shaved grass.He instantly see you and notices that didn’t see him or even hear him. Which hurt his little cowboy heart.But then a thought come up. I wonder what she does when she alone. He walks towards you with such ease that you didn’t even notice that.And Then BANG A gun shot blow up right next to you, making you jump up like a cat in fear.You quickly turn to your side to only get jump on by a white headed and all dessed cowboy. “Oh my fucking god!!What the hell was that For!” You yelled at him as your chest going up and down due to shear panic attack you almost got. while You could hear his laughter through the whole time.He just smiled and ruffles your hair.You groan quietly. ”Your alright,I’m right here princess.But woah are y’all city girls like this,pretty looking and addictive scary cats but don’t worry your knight in shining armor is here” You were so ready to punch him for doing that,but didn’t fell like doing that and so instead you just grumble and rolled your eyes,and huff out breath. “Oh yeah,I forgot to learn that I now have a knight in shining armor,that works at a ranch how lovely are you- -Satoru Gojo” god how he love the way his name rolls of your tongue.It like hearing the beautiful morning breeze.He lips can’t help but smile and laugh softly after seeing your cute frown on face.And then he already forgot what he wanted to came here to do.

Cowboy!gojo, who tried so hard to focus into something else but can’t seem to find anything,because you got him acting like a coward when he supposed to be a confident cowboy.After he saw you in some chaps (here links of the outfit- here ). You got him walking around with a half hard on.

Cowboy!gojo, who hear you laugh at him after his lovely horse kick him off her back while training,and even laugh more at the fact that he tried to act like that didn’t happen.He would just rolls his eyes and pull out his tongue.Like a man child his is.But cant help to put his hat on your face to cover his fluster face,chuckling really loudly.

THAT ALL I HAVE THERE AND I HOPE LIKE IT

also here I FINALLY FOUND WELL SORT THE ART of cowboy Gojo, But it not the one I saw.

The artist link Here go check them out

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[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Neteyam: to be lonely on one’s pedestal (character thoughts)

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You know what I want to talk about when it comes to Neteyam, but don’t see it mentioned at ALL?

His disconnect with his siblings.

They love him to death. Of course they do. He’s their bro, their blood, and he takes care of them.

But let’s try and recall ONE time that he tagged along on the Sully kids’ adventures….or right, he didn’t.

The only time he was actively hanging out with his siblings on screen, was in his early childhood and when the other oldest brother wasn’t around.

I refuse to believe that Neytiri and Jake were so bad at parenting that they never let their son hang out with his siblings in their free time, but from all that we’ve seen, all his interactions with his siblings, I think I can draw a logical conclusion that they felt disconnected from him. Think about it; all Sully kids were "outcasts" on one level or another. They all felt like outsiders and so mostly hung out with each other in their little looser club, and then there is Neteyam, the Isabela or the Sully family who is not only the firstborn fated to fulfil a specific role, but he’s also magically missing all the visible human traits of his father. He looks like a full-blooded Na’vi and could easily fool a stranger into thinking that, so it’s shown both on-screen and told off-screen that he’s treated differently. He has people’s respect, he has their admiration even (deserved ofc), while his siblings avoid social interaction with the rest of their clan, and then get bullied by a new one.

Throughout not only the movie, but the comics, I had a strong feeling like Neteyam’s sheer status and expectations had accidentally piled into a wall between him and his siblings. He loves them, they love him, but there is now a barrier in place, and as result, the two parties can’t feel 100% comfortable with being their authentic selves around each other. Neteyam feels like he is on-duty babysitting, while his siblings automatically feel inferior or misunderstood in his presence.

Avatar the way of water focuses a lot on themes of social isolation, and all the Sullies experience it in different ways. Neteyam is a unique case because although he’s definitely not isolated from the clan, he’s isolated from his family. Both his siblings and his parents, because he very obviously feels like he has to put on a performance for all of them.

So what happens is, when he tries to be the understanding big bro and be real with his siblings for a minute, it comes off as pretentious. Lo’ak instantly pushes Netyam away because from his point of view, it looks like his big, narcissistic brother who has his head up his ass, just can’t understand him and the shit he’s going through, and Lo’ak is right! He can’t!

Netyam can never relate to Lo’ak’s, or Kiri’s, and more so to Spider’s experience, because he got to live a completely different social life. As we saw, that barrier of misunderstanding and disconnection resulted in Neteyam being a brother, but never a friend, and not being the second has had a very damaging effect on his relationship with his family, because he was unable to bond with his siblings on a deeper emotional level. He was too perfect, so they felt like they were lesser (subconsciously) and shut him out.

Neteyam can’t understand Kiri.

Neteyam can’t understand Lo’ak.

And you see the the WANTS TO understand, of course she does, he loves his babies to no end, but his success has led to his attempts never coming off as truly genuine. I believe that’s the true tragedy of his character. The disconnect he never got to clear up. A wrong he never got to right. A performance he never got to drop.

It’s also why he had to be the one who died. Someone had to go in this movie to bring the emotional whiplash and further darken the story, but the siblings would need someone whom they’re connected to on an emotional level, someone who they know understands their feelings and can relate to them, and sadly for him, that person was the orphaned human they grew up with, never him.

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(I wish fanfiction more often explored the concept of Neteyam not putting up a performance around Spider, as he doesn’t feel worthy enough to pretend around. That could be such an interesting dynamic; one that could even be freeing for Neteyam.)

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[roseyrays]

Hi can you please make a request about housewardens with mc who is like little girl aka memory from identity v. Identity v is a mobile horror game like dead by deadlight. Of course PLATONIC!! little girl! Mc loves to draw, play dolls and always calls the housewardens and the rest of the boys onii chan. She's also shy around people.

🌻- OUR LITTLE SISTER featuring a little girl/memory!reader

dorm leaders | headcanon | platonic

warnings: includes overblot spoilers! and possibly ooc

notes: so being completely honest, i’ve never played idv before so i did my research so bare with me 🫠

🌹- Riddle Rosehearts

a child? what is a child doing here?? he has so many questions

when he heard that crowley is gonna let you stay in NRC he’s worried

you’re a child alone with no one who can take care of you (kinda)

he noticed how shy you are when you don’t really respond to anything, you just nod at whatever he’s asking you

whenever someone is teasing you ESPECIALLY when it’s someone from his dorm it will be off with their head

after his overblot he is very scared on what you will think of him now

but you actually warmed up to him and see him as a big brother

you would always mention your hobbies with him

you mentioned that you love drawings and dolls

so he decided to give a some more dolls to play with and some paper and pens for drawing

he’s the best big brother anyone could ever ask for

🦁 - Leona Kingscholar

he saw you in person during the entrance ceremony

and he met you in the botanical garden

you were a lot shy when you first met him but you needed adult supervision so you decided to stick around him

leona dislikes children though (that’s a lie, he does care for children he just doesn’t really like them that much)

he realized how sweet you were to everyone and him

after overblot, even though he did some terrible things you were still kind to him

which surprised him

now he takes care of you and boom you have leona as a big brother now

he secretly loves it when he sees you playing with cheka

will buy you crayons and papers for you to draw with

(big brother lion we stan)

you once called him "big bro" and he was definitely trying to hide a smile

buys you dolls and drawing stuff with his money

(ruggie is fuming)

🐙 - Azul Ashengrotto

concerned that there’s child with no guardian in the school

would try to keep you away from floyd

(you actually wanna play with floyd cuz bro is great w/ kids)

makes you eat at the mostro lounge because he doesn’t like you eating cafeteria food (especially w/the long ass lines)

after his overblot he was terrified to face you because he would think that you would hate him

but ofc you don’t

you guys created a small bond and you actually got used to him

you called him cute when you saw his childhood photos

he was embarrassed

he buys you stuff that you love <3

🦦 - Kalim Al Asim

found you adorable!

he has like 30+ siblings, so he definitely loves taking care of kids

but the issue is he isn’t very good at it

jamil has to help him (like always)

anyways when you told him about your interests, he immediately buys you tons of dolls and art stuff!!

he let’s you play with his hair

wants you to meet his siblings because he found adopted a new friend sibling for them!

you also get along with jamil very well and nicely

he cooks for the both of you

after jamil’s overblot though like the others he (jamil) is scared of what you will think of him

but as expected you did not hate him which he’s very thankful for

so technically jamil is babysitting two kids

🦚 - Vil Schoenheit

why is there a child here?

concerned

surprised

shocked

anywayssysys

rook is very delighted to see a child, he found you adorable and saw you as a sister while vil, very worried for your safety as well cause a child with no guardian?? dangerous

so he decided to take you to pomefiore dorm

he loves your cute doll

and will send rook to buy you some art supplies

during the vdc he makes you watch their practices because children easily get entertained right?

ok but like imagine a scenario when you guys meet Neige and he took one glance at you and immediately calling you “cute" and "adorable" cuz you are and once Vil sees you vibing to Neige’s song, he tries not to get jealous

after his overblot though

he finally let’s you interact with Neige for a bit jist fir a little bit

he acts like father lol

spoiling you with gifts and stuff

💀 - Idia Shroud

doesn’t really mind tbh

i mean he has ortho and he’s a little robot kid

he met you in person for the time when ortho decided to let you in the ignihyde dorm

he noticed how shy you are around people and he gets it

he himself is shy too

doesn’t really say it to you but he sees you as a sibling

pre overblot btw

when he saw you with rook and epel in styx, he was shocked

also worried for your safety cuz that is not a place for children

after his overblot

he was so nervous and sweaty on what you think of him

he was scared, he thinks he was gonna lose another sibling

but to his surprise and to no one elses

you forgave him

and called him big brother

he cried

so now you, idia and ortho are technically siblings now

they adopted you and you cannot decline that

🐉 - Malleus Draconia

he wasn’t there during the entrance ceremony or whatever you call it

but lilia was and you know he has an eye on adopting lost children

surprised to see lilia with a child in his arms

but at the same not (i think)

noticed you were a lot shy around people

so he (m.d) decided to make the dorm more lively

like adding more green fireflies and (very dark) but beautiful roses

after being settled in and being comfortable

you told him about your hobbies

asked lilia to buy dolls and drawing supplies for you

ofc lilia agreed, he loves making children happy

loves to watch you draw

he sent a letter to his grandma about you

something like “i would like to introduce you to the new addition of the draconia family"

that was after you called him big brother

he was happy :) he cried happy tears

and lilia is your father and silver & croc nut are your brothers

what a happy family

a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK A LOOONG TIME BUT I HOPED YOU LIKE IT ANON

#❥ my work #❥ platonic #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #idv little girl #idv memory #identify v #female reader #child reader

[byeoltoyuki]

✧memories of us ✧ We meet again

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

Because you asked me @rylea08 :)

Masterlist / previous /

It was another of those sunny days. You sat at your favourite spot at Soyeon’s cafe. The sun was gently caressing your skin while you were drawing in your sketchbook with music in your ears and a cup of cappuccino. Just what you needed. You hummed happily; your muse the inspiration had finally visited you last night and ever since you couldn’t stop yourself from drawing. 

For the past few days you tried not to think about the BBQ party, about Jisung. You managed, not easily, to keep it to yourself. You weren’t ready to tell Yunji that you had seen both Minho and Jisung - she wouldn’t be pleased. Changbin, on the other hand, you bet he already knew but didn’t confront you about it and for that you were grateful. 

You didn’t know what to think of the encounter with Jisung. You couldn’t deny that a part of you, and sadly a rather big one, was delighted to see him again and see what kind of man he became. But another part of you was worried. Those feelings you had buried deep inside you since the night you left him at the restaurant, were begging to show up. Not ideal. 

“What are you doing?” 

Your whole body tensed at the sound of his voice. Did you somehow summoned Jisung just by thinking about him? 

You blinked, confused as he took seat across from you, smiling sheepishly. 

“Hi.” 

“What are you doing here?” You blurted, forgetting all about your manners. You were just so stunned to see him here. You had spent hours in this café without ever seeing him. So why now? 

“Grabbing a coffee of course!” And yet he had none with him. To that you cocked a brow and waited for him to confess the real reason. Jisung sighed in defeat. “Fine. I bribed Soyeon. She refused to give me your phone number but she told me I could catch you here.” 

His confession left you even more confused and yet at the same time your heart clenched painfully, longing for something that would never happen again. Maybe. 

“You bribed Soyeon?” You repeated, unsure you heard it right. 

Jisung propped his chin on his hand, his smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Yep. She likes you a lot. Not that I’m surprised. She threatened to kick my ass if I ever do something to you.” 

Your heart swelled with love for your friend. You hadn’t told her your story with Jisung but she still understood and worried for you. “I’ll let her hold you while I’ll do the beating.” 

Jisung burst into laughter, imagining the scene. “Please, have mercy on me. I’m just a man.”

A handsome one, you wanted to add but refrained. 

“So, now that we established that, what are you doing?” He tried to have a peek but you hid it from him. “Oh come on!” 

Jisung, whenever he wanted something, always knew what to do to make you give in, today was no exception. The moment he did his best puppy eyes, you came to realization that no matter how many years passed, you still couldn’t deny him anything. And it sucked. 

You shook your head, disappointed with yourself for being so weak as you pushed the sketchbook towards him. “I usually come here when I need a good coffee and to draw. Something about this place helps me.” 

Jisung looked through your sketchbook with a little frown that showed how serious he got. He took his time, observing the different kind of sketches until he reached the last page. You hadn’t finished it but he could recognize Soyeon’s garden and the different shapes of people. 

He glanced from the sketchbook to have a good look at you. “When did you get so good?” 

“A lot of practicing I’d say.” You smiled. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed. You liked your drawings and you knew others did too, you didn’t become an artist just because it was a hobby. But something about showing it to Jisung made you feel shy. “Remember my roommate Hyunjin?” 

“Yeah. I” Jisung cleared his throat, “saw his work recently. He’s really good.” 

You didn’t think Jisung would be interested in art but apparently there were still things you didn’t know about him. This thought made your lips quirk. “Yeah. He is. He helped me a lot and pushed me to switch majors.” 

Jisung gasped loudly. “You did? When?” 

“Shortly after we broke up.” You admitted, wincing at the memory. 

Ending things with Jisung had left you broken and miserable. And yet, it was also this pain and sadness that fuelled your inspiration. You poured all your feelings into your work and it paid. Hyunjin, knowing your reluctance to show your work, stole it to show it around. the day he told you his teacher wanted to meet you, was the day you finally broke down and cried. The poor man didn’t know what to do to calm you down; he lent you his shoulder until there was no more tears left. 

“Hyunjin showed my work to his teacher and then made me meet him.” There was so much fondness in your voice at the memory. “I was angry at first but he still convinced me to go. Best decision I had ever made.” 

“I’m glad you had someone like Hyunjin by your side.” Jisung admitted. He didn’t have the chance to meet the man that often but from the little he had seen, he knew that Hyunjin was a good friend to you, who pushed you to achieve your dreams. “Any chance I get to see more of your work?” 

You hesitated. There was something you, indeed, wanted him to see but you weren’t sure he would like it. You stared at Jisung for a moment, not averting your eyes when he looked back. 

“Come to my exhibition.” 

#stray kids #han jisung #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #han #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff

[mothmanperson]

||No more Tea||

??? x gn!reader

tw: /

cw: degrading, crying, sub character, dom reader, kind non consensual kissing, this one is angsty, yandere-themes, (let me know if i missed smth), spicy no smut(i don't feel comfortable writing smut yet)

part three of this(part one) and this(part two)

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

that's it. he thought to himself.

he was getting more and more frustrated with you, every time he went up to you with built up confidence, asking you to do something with him you just denied him, told him off, ignored him, as if you weren't just fooling around with him a few day ago.

and these past few days felt like pure torture since he could only think about the mark you left (that were definitely visible to the other harbingers), the hot aching touches you left and the sharp gaze he still felt, as if ingrained into his mind.

you have been more and more on his mind, taking over his every thought, every decision. he needed you more than anything else he ever thought he needed. and you? you were ignoring him.

you seriously had the audacity to act like that as if you hadn't consumed each others blood and cum.

and honestly he felt offended, embarrassed, and angry most of all. how dare you play with him like that.

this is it. he thought to himself as he marched over to your chamber, he didn't even bother knocking on the door.

he burst through taking a deep breath and preparing to scream and yell at you, get you to apologize, oh how'd he love to see you down on your knees: begging.

it was quiet, your bedroom was empty.

huh? were are you? its way to late for you tobe doing any work- were you on a mission? why hadn't he been informed?

questions rang through his mind as he looked around in your room, taking a few hesitant steps forward. he was never really in your bedroom. only in your office, but the only thing that separated the office from your room was a heavy wooden door.

maybe you were still in your office, even if it was late, harbingers were busy people after all..

the menacing door opened with a bit of struggle, but even the fire place that usually was burning a hot, worm fire was cold, no light shining through the comfortable place you called your office.

(he'd never say it but he appreciates your eye for comfort and decor)

his grip on the doorknob tightened just a bit as he closed the door in a hurry, to many fresh (and certainly hot and not entirely unpleasant) memories resurfaced.

he took a breath walking over to a desk infront of a big window, he couldn't see much outside, it was dark and a storm was raging against the building, the only source of light was the moon and one or another fatui agent cursed to patrol at this time of the day in such a weather. he almost felt bad.

almost.

his eyes fell onto the desk. your desk.

candles, paper and pen, a few unfinished sketches.

thats new, he didn't know you could draw, then again you didn't know anything about each other.

you just knew how to push his buttons. he didn't even know how to do that, again, something that really frustrated him since he praised himself on knowing jow to read people, get under their skin and on their nerves.

but not with you, never with you. you either ignored him or lazily waved him off.

everything you did just offended him, he realized in a second.

"well look who came crawling back"

lost in thought he didn't noticed someone coming into the room.

what a pathetic mistake.

his back crawls and a shiver went down his spine when he felt you cold breath on his neck.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. it was a genuine question at first, but your mind quickly wandered and you had a rising suspicion why he visited you at this time.

he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. what was he doing here again?

you came closer, his small back pressed against your bigger chest, and his clenching ass against your hips.

your hand gripped the table right besides his small body, your head right besides his. he felt your cold breath against his ears now.

he shivered, clenching his hands into fists he tried to collect his thoughts.

right. he wanted to blow up into your face.

"what are you doing to me?" he asked with all his might.

"mh?" you raised an eyebrow in question.

"why are you- ignoring me? you do all- all this to me and then dare to pretend not to notice me these past few days? am i- am i just a- a toy for you? i don't want you to play with me you-" he snapped, and raised his voice, gritting his teeth.

"wait you thought we- we had something? hah- you thought we-? oh archons- you thought i fancied you? that i did all that because i liked you?" you laughed into his ear, your arms finally encasing them in a deathly possessive brace as you put your lips against the scorching hot skin of his neck.

"darling no, even though i have to admit that your to pretty when you're looking all fucked out like that, and i'd rather not anyone else see you like that. i don't feel anything for you. i like the idea of you, and your body but nothing else" you smiled against his neck, planting a soft kiss.

"then why are you-"

"because I don't want you to be with someone else, it should always only be me- don't you get it? you are such a price to me- and only for me- no- no one else will ever get to have you, understand? you probably don't, a shame" you grinned menacingly as he turned his head to look at you, in shock and disbelief at his foolishness to think that anyone could ever love him.

but... at least you liked his body? he thought as he looked at your dead eyes with tears threatening to fall.

"are you going to cry now? show me your adorable red face as you try and hit me? scream at me? what will your pathetic self do, mh?" you asked as you tilted his chin up with your gloved hand. your lips were millimeters away from his.

he couldn't answer, he didn't trust his voice to carry on this conversation while you were looking at him like that.

"oh so you'll stay quiet? well fine, you'll have nothing against me doing this then right?"

you leaned in, feverishly claiming his lips, he parted his as if he was trained for it. he let you do whatever you wanted. he was fine with whatever you'd do.

you may not love him, but you liked his body, and he loved your attention to much to turn down this opportunity.

the more he thought about it, the more he favoured the thought of being at least a toy for you.

you shoved your tongue into his mouth and he moaned in delight, past anger completely forgotten already.

you hands sneaked their way under his thin shirt and caressed his hot skin, drawing circles and other patterns up his skin until they reach his sensitive pectorals.

you squeezed and played with them as you pleased, and he became more and more of a mess, his breathing and heart beat picked up and he kept moaning and whimpering as you purposely avoided his perky nipples.

he had to stabilize himself gripping the edge of the table infront of him, his knuckles turning white.

you were afraid he'd break it.

he broke the kiss and you took a look at him. his lips were red and swollen, covered in saliva, just slightly opened. his eyes were half-lidded and blinded with pure lust.

"please-"

"so needy already? do you want me to spoil you? do you want your master to take care of you?" your asked in false caring.

he quickly nodded desperately chasing after your lips but you pulled away.

"oh no how unfortunate then, take care of it yourself you slut- you can do that for me right?" you stepped away from him.

you had to be kidding, was this some kind of cruel joke?

"w-what? you- you can't just leave me here?! like- like this?" he shrieked out

"and why is that?"

"you- you just can't- just be- because i-"

"you what, mh?"

"i need you so fucking bad" he whispered out, yet he sounded so fucking desperate and pathetic.

you loved it.

you wanted more.

you needed more, and you'll get more.

you will make sure of it.

"then get on your knees and beg for it you pathetic little slut"

#gn reader #i’m beggin y’all #genshin impact #someone help #gender neutral reader #fatui x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #sub scaramouche #sub genshin #sub childe #sub dottore #scaramouche #ill dottore #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin harbingers #fatui harbingers #dom reader #harbinger reader #mean reader #tag: degrading #my back is fucking killing me #pls help

[awkwardchick87]

Happy Birthday Vash the Stampede!

Just a small little drabble I did for Vash's birthday!

wc - 2549 cw - Drinking, smut, cumming inside - the usual. AFAB reader. As always - banners by the lovely @benkeibear <3 Part of @enchantedforest-network <3 Thank you @brunette-barbie42 for beta reading <3

“Look at him!” Meryl scoffed, already half drunk from just a few drinks, “He can’t even try to be subtle!” She gestured to Vash, looking drunk with a big grin on his face. Two women hanging off his shoulders. 

“Just let the man be!” Roberto waved his hand at Meryl, “He needs to unwind sometimes. He’s always so pent up” he was rambling. 

She had a point. They had just rolled into town a few hours ago after yet another gunfight, people looking to collect the bounty on Vash’s head, and here he was, drawing as much attention as he could. You felt Meryl stiffen beside you as Vash’s loud laugh echoed through the bar. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous even if you hadn’t told him about your little crush yet. He looked like he was having too much fun. 

Wolfwood had grown tired of watching you and Vash tiptoe around each other. He was taking things into his own hands now. He nudged you with his elbow, “Go grab that idiot's glasses. Bet you he doesn’t even notice.” 

Your eyes flashed between Wolfwood and Vash, as a smirk spread across your face, “Fine, but you gotta buy me a drink if I do it!” Wolfwood nodded as you slid out of your chair and walked across the bar. Coming up behind him, you reached a hand around and grabbed the arm of his orange tinted glasses, sliding them up his face and into his hair before plucking them off. Vash didn’t seem to even notice you standing behind him, or his glasses coming off as he brought his drink up to his lips and taking another large gulp. 

Throwing Wolfwood a big smirk, you plopped the glasses on your face and walked back to the table your small group was occupying. “Easy peasy!” You sat down in your chair again and grabbed your drink. 

“Alright fine, you want something a little more challenging?” Wolfwood's grin spread wide, a sign that you were either about to lose epically or win something. 

“Whatcha thinking?” You matched his grin, accepting whatever terms he had already planned out in his own sneaky brain. 

“Go get his coat.” He gestured with his beer bottle towards Vash, “Do that, and I’ll buy your drinks for the next week!” 

You narrowed your eyes, “Alright fine!” You slammed your hands on the small table, causing Meryl to jump and Roberto to utter a complaint towards you. Walking towards him, you gently tugged the back of his jacket, watching it slip off his broad shoulders. The two women beside him helped you a little, pulling his arms from the sleeves as he laughed. His prosthetic was a little harder to maneuver out of the sleeve, but you had somehow managed to get it out. All that was left was to get it out from between his ass and the seat. 

You tried pulling gently, but as soon as you did, Vash turned his head, “Hey! What are you doing?” His eyes caught yours, noticing his glasses on your face. “Wait - what’s going on?!” Vash gave you one of his goofy smiles and reached for his glasses. You took the opportunity to grab his jacket and ran back to the table, grinning and laughing. 

“You never said he didn’t have to notice if I took his coat!” You beamed at Wolfwood, who was grumbling about having to buy your drinks, “I’ll take another one please!” You raised your glass into the air, getting the attention of the barmaid. Pulling the jacket on yourself, you were surrounded by the scent of Vash. It was comforting and you felt yourself snuggle into the warmth of the jacket. 

Vash looked over at the table all his friends were sitting at. He was glad he found such a good group to travel with. You had been such a fun addition. The antics between you and Wolfwood kept everyone laughing, and you helped keep the peace between Roberto and Meryl when they started squabbling. He zeroed in on your face, your eyes obscured by his glasses and the bottom half of your face buried in his coat. You looked so cozy. He wanted to just go over and kiss - no, he can’t do that. Can’t let himself get attached to anyone. The bar girls pawed at his arms, wanting his attention, “Hey, sorry ladies! I should really go try and get my stuff back before she makes a home in there” The women flashed you a dirty look. 

He made his way to the table, looking down at you, “When can I have those back?” he asked, a faux pout on his face. 

“Hmmm” you tapped your chin playfully, “Maybe tomorrow. I'm comfy right now. You didn’t tell me how warm this coat is!” 

A blush spread across his face before he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “Really, you’re going to make me wait until tomorrow?” 

“Yep.” Playfully replying, you had a big grin on your face, “Go have fun. I won't steal them forever!” 

Vash sat in a chair at the table, “I’m actually kind of tired. I think those drinks did me in! I might just head to the inn and go to bed.” He finished with a yawn. 

Wolfwood narrowed his eyes, knowing it wasn’t true. He had never seen Vash even slightly drunk. “Maybe it's time we all head back to the inn. Looks like druncle is getting tired too.” He gestured to Roberto. 

“Wha? ‘M fine” Roberto slurred. 

Merely rolled her eyes, slurring out “Great. Wolfwood, can you help him out? I can’t carry him!” 

Wolfwood nodded, throwing some double dollars down on the table before wrapping an arm around Roberto and hoisting him up. “I’ll carry him back to the inn, you two make sure she gets there too” He looked at you and Vash, gesturing to Meryl who was also half drunk, swaying along to the music in her chair. 

You nodded your head, the glasses sliding down your nose before Vash snatched them back off your face, “You know, you look pretty cute with those on your face.” He blurted out before he could stop himself, looking away from you. 

“You think I’m cute?” you teased him back before grabbing Meryl's arm and pulling her up. 

“I mean - I think you’re all cute” He internally cringed, ‘wow, I sound like a drunk fool’ 

You smiled and patted his arm gently, “It's ok Vash, I think you’re cute too. I mean just you.” you blushed deep red, admitting your little crush. It was the alcohol. Liquid courage, you told yourself. 

You watched his expression, gauging it for any sort of bad reaction so you could laugh it off as a joke, but he just smiled down at you, the tip of his ears red, “Oh yeah? So you think I’m cute huh?” he asked playfully. 

You shoved him with your free hand, “Yeah you big dork, now help me with Meryl - OH” You tripped over your own feet. 

His fast reflexes grabbed you and Meryl in each arm. You felt your face heat up with his arm wrapped around your waist. “Maybe I should carry her. Here, help me get her on my back, it’ll be easier.” His voice was soft, and sounded a little strained. You draped Meryl over his back and began walking down the street, towards the inn. 

“You also look really cute in my coat.” He blushed again, pursing his lips. 

You smirked up at him, “Bet I look good in just your coat then” you whispered it, just loud enough for him to barely hear it and sputter a cough. 

“What?! What did you say?!” He hadn’t meant to almost yell at you. 

Grabbing the glasses of his face again, he watched you speed up and turn around to look at him, a big smile on your face, “You wanna know, come find out?” 

Reaching the rooms, you opened the door to the shared room for you and Meryl, gesturing for Vash to place her on one of the beds before slipping his coat off your shoulders, “Here, I was only kidding, you can have it back tonight.” You held it out for him, along with his glasses.

He didn’t take them, instead looking at you. His eyes darkened slightly, “I don’t want them back yet.” he stated flatly. “I bet you do look cute in just my coat, and those glasses.” He took a step towards you, grabbing his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. 

Your eyes flashed to Meryl, asleep on the other side of the room, “We can't..” he took a step back from you, nervous that you didn’t want the same thing he did, “Not here Vash.” You stepped towards him this time, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room, gently shutting the door behind the two of you. “You got the single room tonight? Right?” 

Vash nodded at you, “Yeah, kinda worked out that Wolfwood brought Roberto back to the inn.” He quickly unlocked the door to his room and pushed the door open. As soon as it shut, he had you pushed against the door, his face lowered, lips hovering above yours, “Are you sure?” 

You nodded, pushing your lips against his. His hands were on your waist, teasing the hem of your shirt. Reaching your hands up, scraping your nails along his scalp and threading your fingers through his hair, you tugged his hair, a groan vibrating in his chest. Pulling you from the door, he was walking backwards, his knees hitting the back of the bed. Pulling his face back, “are you sure you’re ok with this?” he asked breathlessly. Blushing, you nodded again, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders and tossing it on the bed, along with his glasses. You pulled your shirt over your head and soon both your clothes littered the floor, leaving you in just your panties and him in his boxers. Vash wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest before bringing his lips against yours again, teasing your bottom lip before nibbling on it. Vash smirked at you before grabbing his coat off the bed and wrapping it around your shoulders again. Pulling your arms through the sleeves, Vash reached down and grabbed the glasses, putting them on your face before bringing you in for another kiss. He smiled and pulled back, sitting down on the bed before grabbing your hips and bringing you close to him. He buried his face in your chest, kissing your sternum, looking up at your flushed face. Biting your lip, you looked down at him, his glasses giving everything an orange tint. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you pushed him down on the bed before climbing on top of him. Kissing up his chest and neck, you peppered his jaw and face with small pecks, making him smile as he ghosted his hands under his coat and up your spine. Sitting up, you were straddling his hips. He groaned, looking up at you. “Do I really look cute in your coat and glasses?” You blushed down at him. “God, you have no idea.” he squirmed under you, “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” Smirking above him, you ground your clothed cunt down on him, feeling how hard he is, “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea.” you replied, cheekily. Moaning, he gripped your hips, grinding his cock into you, his eyes watching your face. Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you wiggled your hips. Vash lifted you slightly, using his other hand to shove down his boxers enough to let his cock free, “I can’t.. I can’t wait anymore. I need you now” he growled out. Shuffling your body, you slipped your panties off and kicked them to the floor. Pressing yourself down against him, his cock easily slid between your folds. You rocked your hips back and forth, spreading your wetness along his length. Vash threw his head back against the pillow, groaning loudly. “Don’t tease me.” he whimpered from under you, his hand tightening on your hips, stopping you before his other hand reached down, angeling his hips, his cock lining up with your cunt as he slowly pushed himself into you.

You groaned, his cock stretching you perfectly. Both of you panting as he pushed and pulled your hips against him. The end  of his jacket pooled around his thighs, slipping off one of your shoulders as his glasses slipped down your nose. Laying your hands flat on his chest, you used him as leverage to lift your hips, letting gravity pull you down hard on to his cock. The squelching sound coming from your pussy echoed off the walls. You’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so delicious. A thin line of drool fell from the corner of his lips. Leaning forward, you kissed him passionately. His hands sliding down your thighs and then back up to your ass, squeezing and helping you to ride his cock. 

Suddenly you felt yourself flip on to your back, Vash’s arms hooked under your thighs as he hovered above you. His glasses flopped up into your hair with his jacket spread under you. His eyes watching your face as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He pulled your hips flush against him, changing the angle and reaching deeper. Your hands flew down to grab his wrists, trying to ground yourself. Leaning back, Vash thrust into you harder, bringing a thumb down to circle your clit. He felt you tighten around him, “Come on, gimme what I want.” He whispered above you, “Cum for me.” Your thighs twitched as your pussy tightened around him. You could feel your release building. “You look so pretty like this.” You were panting under him, your nails digging into his wrists, “Im gonna..-” You were cut off as your orgasm crashed over you. Vash never stopped circling your clit, helping you ride out your high. You moaned out his name, drawing it out, “Vaaaasshhh.”

“Yeah, just like that.” He grunted above you, his own climax quickly approaching. He thrust a few more times before his cock twitched, spilling his cum and painting your walls white. Leaning over, he planted a hand beside your head, holding himself up while he caught his breath. Smiling up at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Well, cowboy, that was..” Your voice trailed off as Vash pulled his softening cock from your cunt. You sighed in protest and he smirked down at you.

“That was.. Way better than I imagined.” He flopped down beside you, pulling you against his chest.

“Vash.. I need to get up, we need to clean -”

“Shhh, we will deal with it later.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, “Sleep for now.”

You chucked, idly tracing your fingers down his arm, “Alright, fine. This time..” you replied, threading your fingers through his. He hummed from behind you, placing a kiss on the back of your neck

#Vash the stampede #Trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #Vash smut #Happy Birthday Vash

[foxyafroninja]

Random MW141 thoughts 💭 🤔=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=

💄 💅🏼The 141 boys get a makeover from their daughters 💅🏼💄

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Price🧔🏻‍♂️-

This kid…. Daddy’s princess  let me tell you. All she had to do was give him those puppy dog eyes and he was done for

You walked into the house hearing your daughter giggling like crazy. You come around the corner and nearly fall over laughing.

There sits your husband, bad ass tier 1 operator, scout sniper, leader of the deadliest group of people alive, eyes closed..with purple and pink eyeshadow coloring his beard, glitter on his eyelids and eyebrows, bright red lipstick smudged over his lips.

You start to pull your phone out to take a picture and without missing a beat Price points a finger directly at you, eyes still closed. “ Love… you are my world. But so help me if you take that picture.” …….. worth it *click*

Soap 🧼-

You needed a break from the twins so you put their father in charge so you could nap. When you woke up though…it was just a little too quiet. Never a good sign

You head to the girls room and freeze in the door. There is your husband being swarmed by your daughters. One putting sparkly hair clips in his mohawk, strawberry shortcake stickers on his face, red lipstick on his nose and blue lip gloss on his lips.

The other practually painting his hand in nail polish. Constantly complaining that her father “wasn’t sitting still “ and “messing me up”

Your belly laugh gave you away and upon seeing you Soap instantly turned the two on you. “ Well girls I’m so pretty I think your mum is jealous…. Why don’ you do her next”…. You were not able to outrun your husband.

Ghost 👻 -

The poor man never even had a chance. Simon had come back from a mission sick as a dog and took some medicine to help him get some sleep…. It was too easy a target.

You had left him on the couch sleeping for only 10 minutes. That was all your daughter needed to grab her markers and “make daddy pretty”

You came back to find her finishing her masterpiece drawing cat whiskers on Simon’s light blue, green and pink face. He looked like Pablo Picasso‘s worst nightmare. 

You wanted to be mad….but god damn was it funny. Oh you are SO sending this to the boys, they owe you big time for this…. When did Simon stop snoring….😨.

Alejandro 💃🏻-

Another man that was completely wrapped around that little girls finger. He would rather walk through hell fire then say “No” to this girl.

So here we are, Alejandro on the ground his daughter placing an obscene number of bows and clips in his thick hair. Holding a hand mirror saying how good he looks now.

Then came the lime green lipstick cheek highlights, the bumblebee yellow eyeshadow and finish with all over red poke-a-dots and glittery beard.

You stood in the kitchen the whole time laughing at the two of them together. After she was done he thanked her with a kiss, sent her to go clean up for dinner and then turned to you and flip his 20 or so bows at you “ You better watch it princesa. You have competition in this house now”

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Nothing and I’m mean NOTHING is more attractive than a father spending quality time with their daughter. I had fun coming up with this. I would have done more but I thought they were getting a bit repetitive.

#call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #cod mw #call of duty #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #mw 141 #captain price #blurb #makeovers #I would pay good money to see any of these actually happen #soap is an amazing dad change my mind #price x reader #ghost x reader #Alejandro x reader #soap x reader

[ghouljams]

*shakes you* I need to know how Goose’s mother is doing in the later years when Ghost and Goose’s story takes place. I NEED TO KNOW.

Funny story, when I conceptualized this au for fic I didn't want to have an oc standing in as Goose's mom so I marked her as deceased.

However, now that I may potentially be writing more cowboy!Price,  and given that I think Ghost is a big mommas boy, I will say that in Tumblr au Canon she has been away for work. She does doctors without borders/Red cross stuff and was serving her last tour since Price announced his retirement. I actually have a little Goose/Ghost drabble with her coming home, But I’ll post her/Price’s side of it here(smut under the read more because this got a little long):

This has to be your favorite part of your job. Not the saving people, not the changing lives, not even the joy and relief that you bring people. This. Coming home.

No matter how late your flight gets in, Price's always there to pick you up. When you spot him leaning against that beat up farm truck you drop your bags and run. His resulting smile as you jump into his arms is absolutely worth the fact that you’ll have to go back and pick up your luggage. You hold his face between your hands and kiss him like you’ve been wanting to for months, his arms tight around your waist holding you up off the ground as you tip his head back and take your first proper welcome home.

He tastes like smoke and cheap coffee and you melt against him. All the stress of travel falling away as his lips slide against yours. His teeth tug at your lip and you’re dying to get home. You pull back and smile at him.

“Captain.”

“Ma’am,” He smiles back, letting you just…look at him before he sets you down, “Go on, get your crap and let’s go.” You roll your eyes and go to retrieve your bags, earning an affectionate pat on your ass. It’s a long drive home, but it’s worth it for his hand on your thigh the whole way.

“Fuck,” Price swears, you bite into his shoulder harder, nails digging into his back as he inches his cock into you, “know you can take it, come on sweetheart.”

You love this part too, getting stretched by him again. God, there’s nothing like it. You feel like you’ve been on edge for months, your body just waiting to get back to him. And now that it has you feel like you’re on fire for him. Maybe it’s the summer heat. Maybe it’s the way he groans your name in your ear, slick cock filling you fuller with each shallow thrust. Each delicious drag of his girth helps your cunt remember the shape it was made for, makes you whimper at the stretch. His fingers are never enough to prepare you, but you love it. 

He lights up your senses, drawing a shudder from you as he finally thrusts in to the base, the tip of his cock nestled deep against your cervix. He holds there, letting you adjust and kissing your temple. You pull your lips from the bruise you’re making on his shoulder to kiss him properly.

“Missed you,” He murmurs against your lips, letting you slide your tongue against his in a desperate attempt to get him to move. It’s your last sweet moment before he pulls out, the head of his cock holding your desperate clenching cunt open before he slams back into you. 

“Fuck,” You gasp, dropping your head back against the pillow, arching your back into the harsh rhythm Price sets. He bites at your neck, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you to meet his thrusts. Everything hot and electric as the sound of his cock pounding your wet cunt fills the space between your whines. He’s never more than you can handle, but you think he tries to be. You think he times himself on these first few rounds when you get home. How quickly he can make you cum. 

His calloused fingers move to rub your clit, tight circles in time with his thrusts. You clench and arch and sweat for him, hardly able to catch a breath long enough to beg. He hits that perfect gummy spot deep in your stomach and you fall apart for him, feeling his thrusts deep and slow, easing you through your orgasm.

“That’s it,” Price says low, tongue slick against your thrumming pulse, “let’s see how many more you got for me.”

#Goose's mom will be the local doc once she and Price are able to tear themselves away from catching up #this did feel a bit like writing my parents having sex I been thinking about dad price for too long #Anyway momma is home and she is going to LOVE Ghost #Everyone avoids the farmhouse for a while #Price is a wife guy I cannot be convinced otherwise #we already know he's a girl dad but yeah wife guy too #cowboy!price #john price x reader #john price mw2 #captain john price #captain price #reader x john price #Also I am so sorry I cannot call him John that is my brothers name I'm sure you understand

[yeoosaangg]

Touch My Body || Kinktober - Day 9

pairing ▸ seo changbin × f!reader

now playing ▸ touch my body - mariah carey

⤷ ❝i just wanna make you feel like you never did.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, established relationship, smut

warnings ▸ body worship, praise, fingering, semi-public sex

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Your boyfriend hums, inspecting your outfit.

Y/n: I think if I get this in black, it'd look more fitting.

He scoffs, pulling you in for a kiss.

Changbin: You're crazy for thinking such things, darling. You're beautiful in every color.

You giggle, running back into the dressing room.

Y/n: Thank you, Binnie.

He sits down on the soft chair, waiting for the next dress. He's going to buy everything for you, he just likes when you show off for him.

He hears you whine and perks up when you call his name.

Changbin: Yeah, baby?

Y/n: The zipper's hard to pull up on this dress. Can you help me?

He carefully opens the dressing room door and slips inside.

Changbin: Wow! You look gorgeous.

Y/n: I don't think so. The yellow makes my tummy more noticeable.

He rolls his eyes. It's getting ridiculous how much you're putting yourself down when you rival a goddess' beauty.

Changbin: Stop being so mean to yourself, baby. I love everything about you and more. Do I need to give you a reminder?

You suck in a breath when he starts to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder. His big arms wrap around your body, feeling you up wherever he can touch.

You lean into his chest, head resting against his broad shoulder.

Y/n: What if- Mm- What if we get caught?

Changbin: Don't worry about that, love. Right now, this is all about you and your beautiful body.

He removes the dress, letting it pool around your ankles. He sits on the bench and pulls you to sit on his lap.

Changbin: Never take your eyes off the mirror. I want you to see how gorgeous you can truly get.

He spreads your legs, rubbing your clit through your panties. You hum, his finger drawing circles as a wet patch forms from your arousal.

Changbin: Want to know what I see everytime I look at you? I see a woman that isn't afraid to speak her mind even if people hate her for it.

He pushes the thin fabric to the side, his finger sliding up and down your folds. You bite on your bottom lip, whimpering as quietly as you could.

He shoves a finger inside of you, pumping slowly.

Changbin: When other women tried their hardest to come in between us, you shut them down and staked your claim. You never once let them make you feel inferior.

He adds another finger, increasing his pace.

Changbin: I don't get why whenever you're with me, you repeat those awful things they tell you. Have I ever made you feel that way?

You shake your head. He's done nothing but love and cherish your existence.

Changbin: Then why, my love? Why do you keep saying such mean things about your body? You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever got the pleasure to meet.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, hand covering your mouth as you clench around his fingers. He doesn't stop until your orgasm hits you hard.

Changbin: Look at yourself, baby. This is when I find you the most beautiful. When you let your guard down and let me take care of you, worship your existence.

He pulls his fingers out and licks your juices clean. You catch your breath, clenching on nothing at the sight.

He pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. He aligns himself and slides inside slowly, the stretch making you shiver with pleasure.

His hand is still covering your mouth, muffling your quiet moans. He guides your hips up and down, slowly fucking up into your pussy.

Changbin: The look on your face tells me you love it when I talk about your beauty. Need me to reassure you how much I love you? I'll gladly be here to do so.

You steady yourself, bouncing on his cock a little faster. He looks down in between you, loving the way his cock disappears into your swollen cunt.

All for him.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis can be heard, but you don't care. You love the way he makes you feel, the way he loves you.

He never fails to remind you of how beautiful you are.

Changbin: So perfect, baby. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. The only thing that matters is you. My love for you is real and forever will be.

You watch him from the mirror. He's smiling at you fucking yourself on his thick cock. He isn't doing this for his pleasure, but yours.

Y/n: I love you, Seo Changbin.

His smile widens, grabbing your hips amd slamming into you.

Changbin: I love you more, angel.

You both cum at the same time, covering your mouth as your juices run down to his balls.

Changbin: So fucking stunning, baby.

You stay sitting on his cock, legs twitching from the intense orgasm you just had.

Y/n: So... Get the dress?

He laughs, kissing you on the cheek multiple times. He finds you so adorable, even if your face was flushed out from getting fucked by him.

Changbin: I'm buying you everything, love.

He helps you up, dick sliding out. You grab your purse and hand him tissues. He cleans you both up, helping you into your original clothes.

Y/n: Thanks for everything, Binne. I'm sorry for always needing to be reassured.

Changbin: Nothing to apologize for, darling. I love telling you how much I love you. Even if it means I gotta fuck some sense into you with my-

You kiss him to shut him up.

He smiles, pulling you close to him.

Y/n: Let's go home, babe.

Changbin: Good thinking. I hate when you have to hold back your pretty sounds.

Y/n: And who's fault is that? Always fucking me in public.

Changbin: Can't help it. You're perfectly mine and I love appreciating you.

You giggle, feeling giddy from his words.

You know, without a doubt, that this is the man you're going to marry one day.

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a/n: he's slowly climbing the ranks... i already bias danceracha, imagine adding changbin to the mix? i'll forever be delusional! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

#stray kids #skz #stray kids seo changbin #skz seo changbin #stray kids changbin #skz changbin #skz changbin x reader #seo changbin #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin x y/n #changbin x you #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin x you #seo changbin x y/n #kinktober #kpop kinktober #changbin smut #kpop smut #seo changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #idk what else to tag

[jellyluvr]

That's it..

- kai anderson x fem reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

No one asked for this but you're getting it. Also my blog is NOT dying. but I'm still finna feed you guys cuz I luv u. Maybe I just set really high expectations but anyway. This fic is kinda ass ngl. It gets to the point tho 🤭

Tw: oral sex, secrets, kai going beyond your boundaries. PET NAMES!!! age gap too (really depends on how old u r tho)

S: kai finds your diary and he just gives it a read. And eats you out while you read it to him.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ~ => ₊˚⊹

Kai spoke, talking about some random bullshit you didn't care about. You just cared about how his hand looked... how it'd feel inside you.

I mean, it wasn't your fault his hands were so attractive? It wasn't your fault they were so veiny and big...

Okay, you need to stop. Allie was clearly getting a little irritated by your daydreaming, but thankfully kai hadn't noticed. He was probably focusing on the men as usual, so you took that chance to whisper to Allie.

"What's going on?" You asked quietly, into allies ear.

"Kai's gonna shoot himself or something. Pay attention!" She whispered back, not amused at all. This cult was serious.. very serious. It was really life or death, but you were definitely the stupid one of them. Maybe even the bimbo.

So what? Maybe you liked pink. Maybe you loved men.. but that was a normal thing in a girl. Yeah.. you were old enough to mature.. but you didn't want to mature. You still acted like some stupid little girl. Which you weren't ashamed of. You were the most confident person ever. Besides when it came to boy stuff. Then there was a problem.

Kai. Kai was your problem. He'd be the death of you. You knew it. He was too hot, too fine.. what if his dick looked as good as his hands?? Fuck...

"Y/n repeat what I just said." Kai said sternly at you, staring you down. You looked over to him, your mouth agape.

"Huh?" You laughed slightly, trying to play it off cool. But it wasn't cool. Your stomach burned with desire. Even thinking about kai turned you on. It turned you on so much...

Kai took a deep breath, closing his eyes while he tried to manage his anger. He couldn't really contain it, clearly. He rubbed his face, and continued with his speech to the small group of people in his basement while Allie turned to you.

"Dumbass." She mumbled, watching kai once more. You turned to him, listening to him as he talking about the plan on Tuesday? Yeah. Tuesday. But Tuesday just turned into sex.

What would he look like in a porno? What would he do? Would he act well in it? Would it be rough? You created scenarios in your head, mainly thinking about dick. His dick.

Finally, kai dismissed you all, letting you go upstairs. As everyone chatted, their steps on the wooden floor filling the room you went to your room in kai's house. He had spare rooms, so you took one. But it was just because you wanted to see kai more.

As soon as you got to your room you shut the door, locking it immediately. You sat down on your bed, leaning off it to reach your diary. Or where you basically just made porn.

You flipped to a blank page, your previous writing leaving indents in this paper. You let out a soft sigh, it being hot and full of desire. You closed your eyes, resting your head on your palm as you thought about kai. How he'd look naked, out of the shower, jerking off... anything to get your pussy aching. And eventually it happened, which also got your wrist moving.

You wrote with your pencil, some words beautiful, some words looking ugly. Either way, you wrote your fantasies down, drawing little pictures along side the paragraphs.

Your hand slipped to your panties, just about to go under them before you heard a familiar knock.

"Y/n! Come out here, I need you to go down to the basement for me." Kai's voice followed, which made you spring up off your bed.. which also led to you not closing your diary.

You walked to the door opening it with a smile as Kai stood there, gesturing for you to go. You went down stairs, not really sure what to expect.

Kai stayed in the doorway, looking at your room. His eyes grazed over everything, including the enticing book on your bed. He walked in, staring at the book. He grabbed it, looking at the pictures. The very... explicit drawings.

A smirk grew on his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth as he read through the page you had left off on. It didn't take him long to realize it was about him, and it got him thinking what else you had written. He went to the first page, grazing over the words.

You had gone to the basement again, so you had no idea what was going on. You really didn't care what he did though... plus, your mind went somewhere else as you were made to clean up the basement.

Recently kai had been pretty messy down there, especially with 30 men sleeping down there so you had to douse the room with frebreze.

Once kai had read two pages, he set the book down, walking out before laughing to himself. He thought it was cute. Maybe a little disturbing how detailed you wrote, but he found it adorable.

Just another one of his fangirls. He had quite a big ego, so he wasn't that surprised. He had noticed how nervous you got... how you acted non chalant (or tried to) in serious situations.

You really needed a taste of reality.. a big taste.

So, while you cleaned the crusty basement and moved all the sleeping bags.. Kai set everything into motion. When you'd get up, he'd just confront you about the book. Nothing more, just a little chat.

But that wasn't how it went at all.

Continuing to clean the basement, you finally got bored and stopped, running up the stairs and going to your room. You certainly didn't expect kai to be in there.. reading your diary.

"Hey! That's mine!! What the hell are you doing????!" You shouted, running over and snatching the book from him. He laughed again, staring into your eyes as he had his giggles.

"Why don't you read it then? Since you're such a big girl. Since you think you can talk back to me." His tone changed. He went cold as he stared at you, his dimples disappearing back into his face. You looked down at the book, checking what page he had left on.

The last page. Your last entry... your unfinished paragraph...

You hadn't closed your diary when you went to the basement.. that was why this all happened. Your face turned pale from embarrassment, the heat going to your hands and thighs.

Your palms got clammy as you stood there, rethinking your horrible life choices.

"Well? Would you like me to read it?" He teased, but his tone was still cold. You just looked up, shaking your head no in response.

"You like me.. don't you? All those things you wrote about me in that little book. Why don't we talk about it? Maybe it'll get it out of your system so you don't think like such a slut."

His smile had returned, but on the last sentence it fell. He took the book from your sweaty hands, looking at it once more.

"How about you finish this paragraph and we can get started." He demanded, handing you a pencil. You bit the inside of your cheek while you took it, finishing the sentence.

'With his big veiny hands.' You wrote, your handwriting horrible from how nervous you were.

He looked at it, snickering at what you had wrote. "Really? You can do better than that, princess." He erased it, giving you back the pencil. You leaned on the desk, kai moving behind you as he put his 'big veiny hands' along your shoulders, moving them up and down. He moved his head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath hitting you.

You instantly felt an ache for him, but you began to write regardless.

'With his fat cock.' You wrote over the erased lines, it still looking horrible. He smiled at what you had wrote, his hips moving into yours forcing you to feel his erection.

"That's my girl.." he whispered, his hands moving down to your hips.

"Now read it. Read it all." He said sternly, but still in a low whisper. Your mouth opened, ready to read, but you couldn't. You were too afraid, and it got worse as kai's hands began to knead your hips, gradually going down.

"H-his.. brown eyes, his blue hair, his-" You choked on your words, feeling kai's hand go to your panties, cupping your clothed pussy.

"Don't stop. Continue." He said in a soft tone, his finger going inside your panties.

You choked, clearing your throat before you continued. "His h- hot figure.." you hesitated, trying to avoid the word. This was so humiliating.. so wrong of him to do. But it just got worse.

His finger played with your pussy, making you squeak a little.

His finger tip moved in a up and down motion over your hole, making your legs weak. He teased you while you stuttered, tripping over every word in the paragraph.

You gasped, feeling his finger enter you, making you squirm a bit. His finger moved inside of you, moving your plush walls and hitting every possible spot you wanted.

Your clit ached for attention, and you closed your eyes, giving up on the reading.

"Turn around." His finger slipped out of your wet pussy, instead moving to your waist to turn you. You faced him before he pushed you up onto the desk, flipping your skirt up revealing your panties.

His hands went to the band, pulling them off slowly while he looked up at you. "Read." Your hands shook as you took the diary, reading where you left off the best you could.

"I want him in-" you huffed some air, looking down at kai, being in contact with his blue hair. You felt your panties move to your ankles, and kais hair tickle your thighs as his head moved in between them. His hands moved up to the backs of your thighs, pushing them up as he folded you in half.

You held the book tight, choking down your nervousness and reading the next part. They came aline nicely.

"Inside me.." you said quietly, kais tongue licking into your folds right on time. You whimpered, your thighs trying to close around him, but he held them apart.

His lips closed around your clit, his tongue flicking against you skillfully as you melted under him. You clutched the book, your eyes squinting at the stimulation.

"Mm~" you moaned, biting your lip. Kai continued to assault your clit, his pace quickening.

You looked at the words, all of them becoming bunched up and scrambled. You couldn't make sense of any of it, and you finally came. You moaned a little more, whimpering and such. Kai's tongue moved off of you, his left hand opening up your folds to see your arousal.

"That's it, babygirl. Just like that." He praised, his tongue going back into your pussy, licking up anything you had left. He looked up at you as he swallowed up all of your juices, smiling as he did so.

You moaned more, your legs trying to close again, but kai didn't let you. He snickered through his nose, letting out huffs of hot air on your clit, only making you squirm more. You looked at the book, trying to make sense of any words, but you simply couldn't. Your head went back as you tried to calm down, kais head moving away from your thighs and instead to your lips.

His lips hovered yours before he kissed you. You tasted yourself somewhere in the kiss, but it was mostly breathy and hot. He left a kiss on your cheek, smiling before he let go of your legs, letting you process what just happened.

"Just ask next time. It'll save yourself that bullshit book." He snatched the book from your hands, putting it in his stupidly large pocket before leaving.

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K thats it. Also the diary is a small one. Thats how he fits it in his pocket lol

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December 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

Treading Water (Rated: M, Words: 274K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first. ***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Without You Here, We Are A Worse Version of Who We've Been (Rated: T, Words: 10K) by endlesstwanted / @endlesstwanted & art by Estelior / @estelior

Summary: Bucky has to plan how to do his physical therapy when, by chance, he finds therapist and gym owner Steve’s videos on YouTube. Located two blocks away and encouraged by his roommate, Bucky goes and meets Steve, gets the help he didn’t know he needed, and a couple of things more in the way.

you can't touch this (Rated: E, Words: 7K) by Kalee60 / @kalee60

Summary: Bucky had always been tactile, always shown his affection through touch and a closeness that generally drove Steve crazy. And it would have been totally fine - if Steve wasn’t head over heels in love with him. But he was - and Steve wasn’t sure what to do about it. Or the five times over the years Bucky touched Steve's ass and the one time Steve touched Bucky's.

For Steve (Rated: E, Words: 6K) by stuckytoyoulikeglue (malfoys_minx)

Summary: When Steve is awoken in the early hours of Christmas morning by his drunk roommate trying to literally climb into his stocking, he doesn't know what to think. After all, just because Bucky happens to be the only thing he's ever really wanted for Christmas, doesn't mean that this year his wish is finally going to come true, no matter what his friend's intoxicated ramblings might suggest...

Bucky Barnes and the Christmas Spirit (Rated: T, Words: 3K) by this_wayward_life

Summary: Bucky's never celebrated Christmas. Steve sets out to change that.

'tis the damn season by (Rated: M, Words: 10K) by captainswit

Summary: Steve Rogers is a hotshot, big-deal Hollywood actor. He’s had four indie movies released in the past couple of years, has won awards (even if they have all been People’s Choice awards, the Oscars is next!), and has a blockbuster action movie coming to theaters in a few weeks. He's home for the holidays and he's missed his hometown of Lehigh, and one inhabitant of Lehigh in particular, his former best friend and old flame, Bucky Barnes. 'Tis the season for baked goods, holiday parties, and awkward encounters.

Home is the Human Heart (Rated: T, Words: 3K) by aimmyarrowshigh

Summary: The number of people who will be crowded into the Common Room makes Bucky’s skin feel too tight. “I don’t think I want to go.” “Well, that’s okay, Buck.” Steve’s eyebrows draw in the middle like it’s not actually. “I don’t want you to feel unsafe.” He pauses. “Do you mind if I still go?” “Why would you go?” Bucky does mind, a little. He likes being alone with Steve better than being alone without him. “You aren’t Jewish.” -- Or, Bucky and Steve and two Hanukkahs: one in 1930 and one in 2015.

All I Want For Christmas Has Been You for More Than Seventy Years (Rated: E, Words: 9K) by Kellyscams / @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

Summary: It's Bucky's first Christmas back with Steve in 70 years, just a year since he's come to live with him and the Avengers. Steve's taking him away from the city for the occasion. Bucky assumes it's for his own safety; just in case the hustle and bustle of the New York Christmas Season triggers some of the Winter Soldier tendencies he's been fighting and learning to overcome. Bucky doesn't mean to take this impromptu trip personally. Doesn't want to be upset. But he's recently recalled and redeveloped his feelings for Steve. Feelings he never shared with him. Feelings he has no idea if Steve shares, so being alone with his super soldier buddy might not be something he's ready for. Only Steve's reasons for taking Bucky away might not be so black and white--or red and green as it may be. Christmas songs, snowball fights, ugly Christmas sweaters, confessions, and Bucky wrapped up in Christmas lights.

The Last Boyfriend (series) by Brenda / @brendaonao3

All Mixed Up (Rated: G, Words: 3K) Summary: Oh God, she was probably someone's wife or mother or something and he'd just made things ten times more awkward and – "Oh, I didn't mean – I mean, I didn't mean it like that, I just thought –" Then a large, masculine, warm hand slid into his, and a low, very male voice said: "Nat, you love new friends, don't be rude." "James, really?" "Yes, really." The hand in Steve's gently tugged. "C'mon, I'll buy you a coffee; you can be friends with me instead." Holiday Themed Meet Cute, based on this Tumblr prompt The Last Boyfriend (Rated: T, Words: 6K) Summary: "Oh wow, you, um..." Steve's eyes, so large and beautiful and the same dark-blue of the twilight sky, widened behind the black frames of his glasses as he stopped in front of their small group. "You're here." Bucky nodded in lieu of speaking. He didn't think he could make a sound if his life depended on it. And if he could, he was sure it would be some babbling combination of God you're gorgeous and I want to kiss you until your glasses fog up. Which probably wouldn't help his cause of trying to behave like an actual human being and not a total disaster. Or: Bucky and Steve have the fluffiest and most adorkable first date ever. Forever's A Good Place to Start (Rated: T, Words: 2K) Summary: Exactly one year after Bucky and Steve's first meeting at Gregory's Coffee, Bucky keeps his promise. AKA, the fluffy proposal fic that everyone voted for on Tumblr. :D

i've got a lot to pine about (Rated: M, Words: 6K) by cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) / @cable-knit-sweater

Summary: Bucky loves Christmas, always has. Steve, however, his friend and fellow medical resident, struggles a little more during the holidays, especially now he doesn't have any family left. Bucky does his best to try to cheer him up a little and make sure that Steve will feel some of the holiday cheer. Thing is though, they're not just friends or colleagues. They've been hooking up for months, almost a year, and Bucky isn't sure how he's going to keep his feelings to himself for much longer. Because to him, this thing they have stopped being something casual a long time ago.

Found My Place in Time (Rated: E, Words: 12K) by humapuma / @humapuma & art by Cap_D

Summary: “Buck,” he heard Steve say, “wake up. We’re here.” Bucky opened his eyes and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out of his back. When Steve’s words sunk in, though, he turned and leaned forward, staring past Steve’s chest to look out the window. Beyond the wing of the plane, he found a beautiful coastline with white sand, blue waters, and palm trees, as well as rows of bungalows on the water. “Wow,” he murmured. “We’re staying in one of those, right?” - In which Steve invites Bucky on a trip to Fiji and they discover something a lot more than beautiful vistas and friendly locals.

Podfics

it's been a long, long time (Rated: NR) by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)

Summary: The Asset returns to the man's apartment three days after pulling him from the river.

A Place Called Home (Rated: T) by roseszain

Summary: New Years Eve. Suits. Party at Stark's place. Honesty happens.

WIP

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 82K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included. ***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), &  Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

a league of our own(Rated: E, Current Words: 36K) by burning_brighter / @burning-brighter

Summary: Steve’s sixteen-year-old son’s one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve’s high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn’t thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There’s really only one thing that can happen.

Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 5K) by deadto27 / @deadto27

Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He's getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve...well, it's best he doesn't think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he's trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away. ----- Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America. “You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now. “I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her. “Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.

hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) (Rated: E, Current Words: 75K) by buckyismybicycle / @buckyismybicycle

Summary: Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong. PS - you do not need to know hockey for this, I promise.

Rereads

it always leads to you in my hometown (Rated: E, Words: 37K) by pineappleyogurt (musicforlife101)

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to talk about life in LA. Or the icy numbness in his chest. Or how shattered he is without Steve. Or how he doesn't know who he is anymore. Or the supposed choices he has to come home. But when Steve calls him babe out of habit, he decides to let him. At least for the weekend. It's a lesson in choices and consequences and finally figuring out what's important. -- You can't unmake a choice. Decisions in life aren't like making a bed or choosing a path. You made it, it's done. You don't unmake it or remake it like a do over. You just make a different choice and live with those consequences. Each day is a choice. And the consequences, good or bad, of staying here aren't the same as the consequences of coming back. Just like the consequences of leaving aren't the same as the consequences of staying gone.

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