#and ik how to talk to him because i understand how his mind works

[comfortless]

this thought has been running around in my head for weeks and your König hcs are my favorite… so here i go

what icks do you think our König has? ik he may consider himself to fall in the “beggars can’t be choosers” category but i am just so curious… 🤔

FAVORITE?! 💞 you are so correct about the “beggars can’t be choosers” mentality. König is very much aware of how other people tend to view him as some creepy, stupid brute. i think that there is certainly a lot that bothers him, mostly attributed to his past, but none of it is an actual dealbreaker in any sense. you’re likely to be met with a cold shoulder and a bit of trust diminished at most. the majority of his “icks” are just him picking up on red flags. the gross or awkward things are just cute to him!

A very “vapid” approach to interests and such is going to make him concerned. König does not understand trends, or liking something simply because someone else does. He equates keeping up with pop culture and fashion as being similar to the children that tortured him in the past (So: popular kids with popular hobbies). Authenticity is held in high regard here. The stranger and more alienated that you are, the more compatible and similar you two may be in his mind.

This said, König would go feral seeing you in one of those pretty dresses or outfits that are all the rage. Dressing like a cute milkmaid for a picnic date, playing some sweet love song for him that you may have picked off a viral video, etc. He’s not exactly in touch with these things so he’s no proper judge or jury here.

Being too pushy. There’s a fine line there that’s not to be crossed. He much prefers playing the role of a leader rather than being a submissive follower. He’ll boast about being your devotee, worship like a dog at your feet, but he likes to feel in control of the relationship and what goes on within it.

He’ll never tell you directly that yes, his anxiety will be gnawing at his guts if you plead with him to come along with you to a commonly crowded mall, and expects that a simple rejection should suffice. It’s likely he would keep hushed about the fact that your frustrated pleading actually turns him on, too.

Being unnecessarily cruel. The man gets cruelty, he’s paid in abundance for it. But women should be sweet and soft. If you’re talking poorly about another person, using words like “ugly” or a slur of some kind, how are you any better than some bully? It does not matter that the victim can not hear you speaking about them, what matters is that he can. It would send him into a spiral of thinking that each time you two have had an argument, you’re likely cruelly chattering about him to your friends afterward.

Yet… he is very much the type to shoot an inept employee a glare and make demands. He will call his fellow operators all sorts of things when he returns from a mission gone wrong. König is the king of double standards here.

By extension, dogging him/his work/his interests is sure to bother him. König likes to believe that he’s done the work to make himself more pleasing now: trained his body through the military to give himself the stature women seem to drool over, covers what he can of his face when it’s socially acceptable so that others don’t harp on an unpleasant glimpse, even thinks of himself as some sort of chivalrous gentleman (very easy to do so as no one gets a peek at what goes on in his mind). His work, not therapy, is where he gets to blow off steam in a justifiable, honorable way. Sure, he’s got some dorky, juvenile interests, but they’re things that he enjoys.

Talk of previous relationships/sex would immediately make his blood boil! Even if it’s said to assure him that he’s better than a former lover. He’s just very jealous and if he were to be blunt, he would tell you he is addicted to the relationship and doesn’t want to think of anyone else ever having what he does currently. It’s best not to mention any past you may have had unless you care to answer a series of questions. “Were they better in bed?”… “Full name?” … “When did you last see them?”

Ironically, if you already have children, he would absolutely adore the stepdad role. It’s not so much as a challenge, then, only the glee that comes with getting to play savior for more than one person.

Infidelity. Whether in a past relationship or in a current one with him. The thought of you ever cheating on him, emotionally or physically, would tear him apart. Something as simple as a fantasy of wanting two or more men to serve you is filed messily in his brain with this, too. Same with you confessing to finding another man attractive, whether a celebrity, someone entirely fictional, or even some random civilian padding by on the sidewalk. All of that counts as some minute form of infidelity to König. He does not share.

He’s guilty of threesome fantasies, guilty of staring down a woman that he finds attractive… he just doesn’t act on these things, holds his tongue and huffs that he certainly wasn’t looking and would never want to fuck any one other than you. It does not really occur to him that those things are normal, especially in long term relationships.

Bear in mind that this is all from a man who almost entirely lacks shame. He’s comfortable with himself now (somewhat). He has no qualms with chewing the skin around his fingernails when he’s stressed out, picking his nose in front of you, shitting with the bathroom door wide open, or talking with his mouth full when he’s just that engaged in a conversation. I think it’s only fair to include some of the things he does that may be repulsive!

Absolutely clueless when it comes to seeing you cry. He has no idea how to comfort someone properly as he never really had that. His solution seems to be hovering over you and asking a thousand questions or just draping himself over you and letting your arms curl over him for comfort.

Would kiss you with his eyes open. Not his fault that you’re so pretty and he doesn’t want to miss a moment of it. Not always, but once is bad enough.

Would absolutely send you an “I miss you” text the day after your first date. Will also tell you that he’s in love with you the first time you have sex.

Will get hyperfixated on historical weapons and will absolutely purchase some rusted, ancient relic without telling you beforehand. It gets well polished and loved, then displayed on your living room wall.

Loves talking about his kills. He’s proud, because if there’s one thing that he’s good at it’s knowing where to shoot or stab or punch. He knows to hold his tongue about the more grisly details around someone delicate, but more often than not he is prone to slip-ups.

Will use your toothbrush without asking.

Thinks he’s very skilled and very cool because he can trim up any overgrown facial hair with a pocket lighter. It is not cool. There’s a razor and shaving cream right there. He may not burn himself, but it’s not exactly pleasant to have your bathroom smelling of burned hair.

Does not have a lick of fashion knowledge. Plain t-shirts, jeans, combat boots, maybe a belt if he cares to bother with it at most. At the least, when he’s at home, you can expect him to indulge in some nudist fantasy because it’s unlikely he will bother to wear a thing. Maybe socks.

#kö headcanons #this was super fun actually heheh #he can be a little gross as a treat! it is cute…

[1980ssunflower]

In a Min loving mood tonight

#f/o:💙hide in your shell🎹 #tape entry circa 1980 #i was going on a rant before abt how i love every part of him including the obnoxious smug bitchy parts #that all those parts of him i love too because thats HIM #theres nothing too bad abt him being that way its just a part of his personality and its cute and endearing in ways tbh #and ik how to talk to him because i understand how his mind works #plus he doesnt actually get as angry as he did in the astro-queue ep because that was specific circumstances #but ik very well when to step in if he was ever to act so cruel again towards ryan #but hes not ACTUALLY like that and hes gotten better abt acknowledging his part and finally being able to say sorry #and hes been shown that he is just... SO so so... caring... and so sweet #the way hes able to comfort and calm someone down... reassure them that its ok #just god the way he talked to kez when she was blaming herself get me feeling so soft #the gentleness in his voice too... god i adore him i LOVE him mi bebe... mi peluchito... #i so badly need to hold him close and press kisses all over him #esp on his pretty face on his nose and to squish his soft cheeks dghfjs #i want to run my hands through his messy hair in the mornings 🥺💙💙 #i adore him i adore him i ADORE HIM #i want to be sat next to him as hes putting together a song on his synth #maybe we can play something together 💙💛 #ik our voices would sound so nice together... #his soft sweet voice and my deep soulful singing i think would be so nice... #just to spend a quiet moment w him i just need to be by his side #to make some kind of stupid joke that just makes him bust out laughing 🥺💙💙 he has such a sweet laugh... #i just want to see him smiling wide and to look at me w those gorgeous dark eyes and to see in them just how much he loves me

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

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[gr1mstar]

heyyy I love love love your L&DS writings omg you're one of the few who actually write accurate character personality (literally few writers Ik for L&DS)

May I request how will they react if reader/mc is jealous on someone. Dying for the reaction of Rafayel!!! Thank youuuuu lovie💕

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY…

notes: i’m sorry for the wait but this week was hell for me :) but now i’m back. i hope you like it! And thank you for your kind words.

contains: love and deepspace boys x reader, jealous reader, fluff, established relationship

ZAYNE

he knows the face when he sees it. he knows right away that something was off, but knowing you he didn’t say anything.

zayne didn’t understand why you were jealous of his patient. it was a patient, someone who needed his help and probably would not see again after they were treated.

when he saw that you didn’t say anything all day, he decided to talk with you. sitting on the couch with hot chocolate in hand you looked at his eyes, face red.

“why why?” you asked, trying to change the subject, to shy to speak your mind.

“why are you making that face? you did that all day. tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.”

you didn’t want to talk about it, putting your head between his shoulder and neck, sighing slowly, “i have to?”.

and so you told him what happened. how his patient was looking loving at him and how they tried to touch his forearm. how sexy he looked in his coat and glasses and how you were jealous that he didn’t pay attention to you.

“dummy. you know i only care about you.”

“i love you.”

XAVIER

he knew something was off when you refused to play with his hair, but he didn’t know what. let’s say… you were angry at him for a few days.

why? at first you were jealous at his partener. after some time working together, you decided that was the best to have different partners just to be able to concentrate.

“did something happened?” he asked, now sitting on the bed, looking at your figure.

“no” was your answer, not looking away from your phone. you knew it was not fair to be angry at him, but you could not just pretend nothing happened.

“don’t ‘no’ me. something happened, but what?”

so you told him in detail what bothered you and what he did, even though it was not his fault.

“so… are we good now?” he asked, hand on you cheek, looking into your eyes.

“no. i’m still upset.”

“oh come on, babe. i promise it’s not going to happen again, ok? just… kiss me. i missed you.” he complained, blue eyes looking for your lips.

“it’s your partner, xavier. of course it’s going to happen again.”

“who says i’m going to have a partner from now on?”

“xavier!”

RAFAYEL

he knew you were jealous, but he secretly enjoyed it, and so he did nothing.

he liked to see you all red and flustered, and because you did not say anything he continued, curious about how much you can stay that way.

it did not take long before you confronted him, wanting to have a serious conversation about his behaviour.

“what? but i didn’t do anything wrong” he told you, hands in his pockets.

he was stubborn, he knew that you were his weekends and wanted to tease you just a little bit.

“rafayel. i swear, you are going to sleep with the cat if you are not serious for at least 10 minutes”

and so he conformed, being to afraid to have you not sleeping with him at night and sleeping with that… monster instead.

“ok. ok. maybe i was doing it in purpose.”

after a kiss and a tight hug, you were defeated. he knew he was adorable and you couldn’t resist his charms, so he used it against you.

“ok fine. you win this time. but i’m still upset.”

“i know love. i’m sorry. i promise i’m not going to do that again. so now come here, i need you kisses or i might die!”

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#zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace smau #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne x you #zayne x reader #zayne fluff #zayne #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #rafayel #xavier x reader #xavier #hand cannon

[ahsxual]

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that <33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

#stu macher smut #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher imagine #stu macher fanfic #stu macher scream #stu macher x reader #stu macher #matthew lillard smut #matthew lillard imagine #scream 1 smut #scream 1996 smut #stu macher fic #stu macher x you #stu macher x female reader #stu macher x y/n #stu matcher x you #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher imagine #matthew lillard x reader #fic request #reader x character

[critterbitter]

Hi there! I wanted to preface this by saying that your submas and Nimbasa trio art are awesome, and I adore the way you draw them and write their interactions ❤️ . Their expressions, the way they move and interact with each other and the world around them, it's great 👍.

There's something I wanted to ask regarding your comics, and I ask this with the utmost respect 🙏, because it's something I've been wondering: where are their parents? It's awesome that they do all this stuff together, but the parents are, like, never brought up. Not even Elesa's after her introduction to the twins. And Ik that in the Pokemon verse, you're free to do whatever at age 10, but I still wanted to ask in your comics, at least, since they're still so young, if there's going to be any mentions of them.

I don't want you to feel pressured to draw designs for their parents or anything like that! It's perfectly understandable if you've never thought of the subject, I just wanted to know if they're still in the picture or if, for drama effect, they're orphans adopted by uncle Drayden in your lore. (Ofc, if you believe in the uncle Drayden theory, that is).

And once again, thank you for all the work you do! You're awesome, and your art is awesome 👌. And I really hope this ask doesn't come off as mean or offensive, I'm just really curious about anything you'd be willing to give about submas parents. Thank you 😊 for everything once again. Your work is greatly appreciated 🙏.

:0!

Going to be honest, I didn’t really think about them parents much— pokemon treats most parent figures as non-entities, so… yeah. Feral teenagers running around.

If you want to hear my rambling though! (Note that this is all work in progress! Things are inclined to change.)

Worldbuilding for this iteration, I like to think it’s cultural that everybody has a pokemon starter/ ace that they grow with, but it depends on individuals to decide how close their lives intertwine. That in mind,

Ingo and emmet have two moms! Their ma’ is drayden’s twin sister— Kaita, haxorous ace, and a dragon specialist. And their mother, Lucielle, a stoutland ace, works as a full time trainer. The ladies are a bit absent from the twin’s life because they have their own business, but like to send Ingo and Emmet stuff from wherever they roam. (They tried their best when the kids were younger. But talking about having kids, and actually raising kids are two different topics in life.)

Drayden serves as an uncle figure for the twins, but he’s a bit bitter he got two patrats dumped on him.

((Does the lack of parent figures and a distant uncle have lasting effects on ingo and emmet? That’s up for your interpretation. Though it would explain latching onto each other and then later litwick and tynamo…))

As for the pachirisu child—

Elesa’s parents are separated. Her dad, Rin, works a full time desk job. He means the best, but he’s never home. He lost his staraptor a while back and is still dealing with the grieving process, and isn’t really equipped to look after a kid on top of all that. Elesa’s mom, Himawari, is still in Sinnoh and works as a ranger. Her ace is a solrock.

(Why are they separated? That’s for you guys to postulate! I am simply throwing ocs at the wall.)

Elesa was moved to unova partially due to her dad’s new job, and partially due to that Entire Nebulous Situation. She adapts fast, but it’s not a fun adaption.

Anyways, the twins and elesa in turn grew up very independent as a result.

And that’s the barebones!

#asks #mailbox #submas parents #elesa parents #feel free to use these guys! i came up with them in a moment of blind panic when i realized <aah they would have parents… right> #pokemon #critterbitter screams into the void

[nadvs]

ik your list is already overflowing w ideas but the pillowtalk blurb rlly made me think of a toxic relationship fic w rafe (not the fetishizing purely fucking kind but moreso an exploration of how it's like being in love w someone as self-destructive as rafe fshfjsh) i just know u would rlly nail it !!!

no pressure tho ik ur working on a lot of wips (AND UR DOING AMAZING !!!) just needed to get this idea out there hahahahha

၊၊||၊၊||၊၊ open arms / sza

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

i know all this is bad, but who needs self esteem anyway?

At a certain point, it doesn’t even feel like Rafe is breaking your heart; you’re the one doing it to yourself when you expect every explosion of his to be the last.

He never lays a hand on you, but he starts fights out of no where, spiralling into indignation and hostility. If anything, he’s more destructive to himself than he is to your relationship.

He’s spiteful when he’s upset. You know him well enough to recognize he’s not really mad at you most of the time. When he feels like he’s losing his mind, you’re an anchor, calm and kind and gracious, encouraging him to talk about what’s really upsetting him.

When things turn vicious, you don’t always give him the satisfaction of fighting back. The glimpses of his gentle soul are what keep you around. He’s breaks, but you put him back together.

spent your whole life being hopeless, choking on insecurity

You know it’s not all his fault. When Rafe first opened up to you about how his father has dismissed him and told him to man up all his life, anger bubbles inside of you. It’s not fair.

Deep down, Rafe is a sweet boy, and your mind constantly wanders down the path of who he’d be if he was loved growing up. The potential of what he could have been is what’s most painful of all.

He self-sabotages. You can tell. When he’s mean, hurling accusations at you that you don’t even care about him, you can see past it enough to realize he’s trying to ruin his own happiness.

At the end of every conflict, he crumbles into tears, nervously chewing on his thumbnail, trembling, whimpering about not wanting to lose you.

you my favorite color, now you seeing every shade of me / locked in for life, on god, no replacing me

Rafe can’t imagine a world without you.

He’s hard to love. He knows he is. When he acts unreasonably - getting mad over something and fighting with you even when you had nothing to do with it, giving into his anxious thoughts that you’re cheating on him, trying to control you or boss you around - it’s like he’s witnessing himself do it. It’s a horror movie when he watches himself losing it.

You know you can leave. As they say, women are not rehabilitation centres for badly raised men. But it’s work you want to do, because when he lets out his tender side, showering you in hugs and kisses and compliments, smiling so lovingly and brightly in a way that makes the bad times seem like nothing in comparison, you know it’s worth it.

Every time you guide him out of the dark, understanding him better than he understands himself, he thinks about how lost he would be without you. You see it all, every ugly side of him, and you stay. And he would pray to whoever’s listening that you stay forever.

#THANK U SO MUCH FOR SUCH A KIND MESSAGE FIRST OF ALL!!! #def have a lot of wips but i did it to myself hahah 🙂‍↕️ #not sure if i could make this a whole fic but i will be brainstorming for you anon #blurb #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and y/n

[viathecloset]

Taehyung and jungkook's relationship is overlooked by 90% of the fandom solely because they are so controlled by the narrative of the fandom/company that they cannot quite accept that anything outside is even a remote possibility. Ive been more of a quiet observer for years now [my sister's an army since 2015] and I've seen the boys, moreover I know how marketing and kpop works. It's quite evident if u observe close enough of the pattern on how this group of seven guys who genuinely love music is marketed you would understand to what extent you're being brainwashed. Im not talking about this like a conspiracy theorist. It's quite simple and right infront of you. Yall refuse to accept it that's all.

1. There are a certain set of stories that are made to be told by them, over and over again. Even if it disturbs them or they are bored. E.g: 2018 disbandment story, vmin dumpling incident, jikook rain fight/tokyo trip, mind you there are many things that happend between people who lived together for 10+ yrs but if it cuts the flow of events you are made to believe happened you aren't gonna hear from it, ever.

2. Like stories there are dynamics that each pair is supposed to portray Taegi as annoying/annoyed duo, taejin/jikook as flirty HS boyfriends, namseok/taekook the awkward old friends and no matter how much the relationships change or evolve you won't see it cuz again, it won't FIT the narrative that has already been shown.

3. Like relationships there are characteristics that thankfully some members chose to break out of during their solo era: hoseok always being sunshine and loud ( he's quite serious and very dedicated infact ), jungkook being that muscle dude who only knows how to follow his Hyungs ( he's very independent and has a lot of targets he wants to achieve individually, he's very thoughtful and organized) and Taehyung being WEIRD and weak ( he's extremely intelligent and super strong he's strategic and disciplined)

4. This brings us to the whole Taekook narrative, the fact that they've been seen so much during solo era yet people had the audacity to still call them distant and awkward solely cuz it wasn't via company but through Taehyung's ig or jungkook mentioning him in interviews etc. I think it's needless to say they aren't comfortable being touchy and showy on camera for content, hell if they were to shoot everytime Taehyung and jungkook hangout there would he enough CONTENT till 2067. They're supportive of eo and have a very big shared friend circle, when jungkook went missing for almost 2 months we got to know Taehyung was the one he was with.

5. The thing is everyone [ including my own sister ] thinks that Taehyung is being desperate or such whenever he mentions Taehyung cuz a. Yall have actually led jokers run so fucking rampant that everytime the man mentions him actually doing something you're ready to throw him under the bus and call him a liar or such. b. Im not saying jungkook isn't close to anyone else but when he isn't working or shooting content and just wants to be himself the one you saw him most was around Taehyung and yes it matters. In the name of hating shippers yall have not only dissed the quite frankly PRIVATE bond they seem to share but went as far as dissing Taehyung himself cuz of the extreme level of manipulation yall are under.

Ik imma find armys [jikookers ]under this sooner or later calling me names but to be honest I'm sick and tired of yall dissing very real people and their very real human relationships solely based off the content yall are made to believe is 100% candid. Go touch grass, get friends, go date, don't obsess over them for a while then come back and try seeing it from a neutral perspective.

#taekook #taehyung #jungkook #bts #tumbler #opinion #fandom ships

[iravinirattu]

ik im late but im playing through kaveh's hangout event and. the haikaveh brainrot is real

since these losers can't do it themselves i am here to offer my translation services ‼️

al haitham you liar. we are in a library using our indoor voices you did NOT hear us.

and even if you did mr. "i hate small talk" why'd u walk over hmm?? hmm??

"dont mind if i ignore you, i've got my earphones in" <- applies to everyone except kaveh

"okay now that i've gotten him distracted tell me what's wrong so i can discreetly fix it"

mans literally sent kaveh away to boost his confidence a bit + find out if he was okay.

"you annoted those books with such long and beautiful notes that eveyone hated lolol anyways check out those shelfs where there's a book with someone appreciating ur notes"

i can't get over how many exceptions al haitham makes for kaveh. he's not heartless and cruel in the way i often see him portrayed... but at the same time his entire demeanor is "i respect you as a person but won't go out of my way to do things for you unless it benefits me"

like he's one of the only characters who isn't super super close with the traveler, at least that's how i see it in the voicelines! he respects them as a friend, would consider doing things for them if they asked, but that's about it really!

but KAVEH. for someone who enjoys a peaceful life and has such a rational and efficient way of working it theoretically makes no sense for him to do all the things he does for kaveh.

like sure "maybe the cheering up kaveh is just to avoid having to deal with him drunk later", but that's too roundabout of a demeanor to be al haitham's style. plus, if he really didn't want to deal with a drunk kaveh, he could just kick him out.

but he doesn't because he cares, and kaveh does not understand that because he has created a vision of what he thinks al haitham is in his head, and in that vision he, kaveh, has no value so why would haitham have him around?? clearly he's got ulterior motives.

and they won't move further until kaveh lets go of that vision, and he can only do that if he truly realises his own worth, and until then haitham's gonna have to keep pushing him towards that from the shadows.

"he overworks himself, it's not healthy. he forgets the practicality of his ideals when he starts something, thinking he can pull through it, but reality hits him halfway. he can keep his ideals, that's fine, but i wish he was a bit more realistic about them."

"and despite all of the above, despite wanting to uphold his artistic integrity, he still puts everyone's needs before his own."

"his approach is too contradictory, and hence people don't see his talent. there are those who's resolve is so brash they are seen as confident and unshakable; and yet he who is more talented than them all falls behind because he's so easy to take advantage of."

al haitham taught me two new words today lol

irascible - someone with a quick temper

paragon - something viewed as a standard

"if he wants things to change he needs to find a balance between compromise and resolve. there is no way to please everyone, but instead of accepting this, he thinks he can nullify it if he takes all the burden instead."

kaveh's altruism stems from his own self-hatred, moreso than his desire to help others. and while doing a good deed puts a smile on his face, the melancholy guilt that trips him when he doesn't is far greater.

"if they are his ideals then i have no right to say anything about them. but he hurts himself so much as a result of that and i wish he would love himself a bit more."

al haitham has a great deal of respect for kaveh, not just as a scholar but as a person. and it's hard watching someone like that dig their own grave, and there's nothing you can do but wait in the sidelines, because they won't believe anything you say.

al haitham is constantly bickering with kaveh to get him to feel a little, challenge his ideals, find a way to make them work without sacrificing himself in return.

"at this poing talking to him is no use, he's convinced himself that his life only has purpose if it's in the hands of others. all people face hardships in life, but he seems to believe he deserves all he gets and more"

and then after kaveh is back he gives him space to talk about things that make him happy, and more importantly, appreciate himself.

how to tell kaveh i want to listen to his silly lil rants without sounding like a sap - al haitham's brain, probably

al haitham knowing all of kaveh's little buttons, and pressing the right ones after determining his mood, so he can show kaveh he loves him but still sound like a bitch.

"you did so well. i am so proud, and i hope you are proud of yourself too."

and sometimes he does click the wrong one, but then immediately goes back on it, becomes soft(er than usual), offers reassurance, changes the topic, and so on

we saw this in the parade of providence event, when kaveh got legitimately upset at one of haitham's remarks and he immediately went into I HAVE UPSET MY BF recovery mode.

and what i love the most in all this is KAVEH'S DUMBASS IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO THIS LMAOOO

but also it's sad because the reason he's oblivious is because he doesn't think he's worth being cared for like that.

haikaveh's whole vibe is "i love you, but i'd much rather you love yourself first" and "i'm your one and only, your only exception, the one you'd break all your rules for" and i love it.

#haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #alhaitham x kaveh #⥽ • chaos and chasms #try denying the allegations now bitches (affectionate) #i shld be al haithams translator fr

[darlingpwease]

Btw, opinion on naga!reader × ftm!yuuta?? 🤨🤨

Ik naga stuff isn't super big but I've been reader some monster works and just– boom ideas, yknow??

-panna cotta

HUMAN-HUBBY!

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour implied, established relationship, power imbalance, mild size kink / size difference, mild predator/prey dynamic, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, talk about cubs, some details about snake physiology, deep kisses with snake-tongue, mind break [yuuta]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, mild primal kink, unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, rough treatment, praise (g., r.), double penetration (g.), fingering (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), choking from squeezing by tail (g.), cum inflation (g.), bondage (g., by tail), body worship (r.)

WRITING STYLE: yuuta's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a vagina ('juice', 'hole'), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a dick(s) ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, monster!reader, dark!yuuta okkotsu, dark!reader

note: 'opinion' hdhdhdhd ESSAY– he's a guy & he has a vagina because I don't know how to properly write gender. anyway–

Yuuta has a rather cold body, freezes easily, but when you wrap tail around his thin, fragile figure, almost teasing him with how toylike he is compared to you, like a small prey, even if your sizes are not so different, he is hot like a stove and just as ruddy, giving you to squeeze him and cuddle to a hot chest without feeling even a hint of resistance, but just hearing frantic heartbeat. And Yuuta doesn't exactly consider himself 'kinky' or having questionable tastes, but when you tease him by lifting your tail, giving him a glimpse to touch it to immediately remove it, or twining around just to remind him what this gorgeous tail is capable of, from which he can't take his eyes off, he understands what's something is wrong with him if even your teasing about how he stares at your gorgeous body for an indecently long time can distract him only for a while before he shyly looks at you again.

Yuuta is so hopeless at hiding how often he is distracted by your tail and how much he doesn't mind when you turn around him, wrapping your arms around his warm neck and asking about his red ears while gently rocking on him, letting him feel how good you are on his warm, non-resisting body, as if begging you not to letting it go out of a tenacious grip. And you, you can't resist, lazily kissing his face and ears, stroking wet neck, gently entwining around his hands so that he does not get in the way, whispering how malleable and harmless he is, so sensitive, so vulnerable to you, allowing you to keep him in this state and intoxicatingly kiss until he whines, feeling your tail rubbing him between thighs, trying to get even more heat.

Unlike him, your body is so cold, needing warmth, hungry and greedy as soon as it finds him, looking for more and more, and Yuuta can't tell you 'no' even when you scratch, trying to get rid of his clothes, almost purring when he enthusiastically rubs against your tail, further inflaming your desire to take advantage of his soft, hot body, from which you are separated only by scraps of clothing — and Yuuta cannot hide the trembling when your claws scratch him, almost touching his skin, knowing that you can leave thin marks on him at any moment, branding him as yours. Unlike you, he is too constrained in movements and too open, even if you actually decide to harm him, Yuuta will not have time to react and is not sure that he will be able to get out even if tries, so tightly squeezed that sometimes it becomes difficult for him to breathe, but does not try to stop you even when your embrace become too strong,

because he feels so good.

Even when your sharp claws get to his stomach, gently stroking, purring into his neck, and Yuuta knows what you want to say, but you just remain silent, stroking sensitive warm skin, almost threateningly scratching it, reminding him how vulnerable and defenseless he is, how frivolous he is when so shamelessly naked, — before slide lower, humming quite when he tries to squeeze hips in a playful gesture rather than in a desire to interfere with you, but, of course, not allowing him to do so.

Yuuta is so wet and hot that you are almost intoxicated; sticky, trembling, breathing heavily when you touch wet underwear, rubbing, holding his hips prettily spread for you, trying not to scratch him, but letting him feel your claws, from which only useless fabric protects him — and from which you easily you get rid of it; biting his hot neck, from which he wheezes, but moaning when you lick a new mark; trying to be as gentle as possible when make his body tremble, squeezing you tightly, as if trying to make you stay inside forever.

Your claws are so tenacious, sharp, dangerously sharp, but when they slide over his thigh, they make him moan enthusiastically while you kissing him as passionately as you can, making him feel almost fucked in mouth while rubbing him between thighs — and disappointed when you gently interrupt the kiss, making him whine with frustration,

forcing him to almost growl in frustration when you leave his wet thighs exposed,

before you hide face in his neck again, soothing him with close presence, ignoring his complaints and pleas to continue, feeling how pulsating and hot, moist, stretched, so perfect, ready to greedily accept everything you want to give him, eager to be full, filled with you.

When you gently snuggle up to him, briefly biting and licking his neck, convincing him to relax, but only making him tremble foreshadowingly, understanding what you want to do when comfortably settle between his thighs, — and whine enthusiastically when you press against, stretching, slowly but continuously filling until you are so as deep as you can, forcing him to accept everything despite how tight he is, as if provoking you to continuously fuck and breed him until his body starts to be perfect for you again.

So hot that you feel how your body start to shake involuntarily, convincing you to grab his hips and fuck until you fill him with your cubs, making sure that they will always be warm and protected inside his soft but strong body, ideal so that you do not stop breeding him even after the first brood, biting him for his neck, irresistibly red with shame and marks, while you fill his defenselessly needy body again and again, hearing him whimper while your cum with his juice flows down his thighs — or when he babbles indistinctly while you open him well, letting the leftovers drain out before stuffing him to the brim again, taking care that he will be bred by you as soon as recovers from old cubs; keeping him as your cute warm mate in whom you can always warm up and whom you can always fuck into unconsciousness.

By the time his trembling thighs are comfortably positioned for the deepest thrusts, Yuuta can no longer help fidgeting, squeezing and releasing you, uselessly trying to move, — and crying enthusiastically when you abruptly push inside and out, making him to whine wistfully only to almost suffocate from a new push, fucking him with lasciviously squelching sounds that he can't help but make, being too wet and soaked, so thirsty when you gently begin to stretch with deep slow thrusts, helping him get used to your size again, steadily fucking — but hurriedly hammering in when Yuuta whines that you tease him, only to immediately falls silent, squeezing you so tightly that you can hardly move, trembling in your hands, before starts to squeeze even harder around you, pulsating, letting you feel how everything inside him, hot and soft, tries to feel you as deep as possible.

When Yuuta cums, moaning your name, begging you not to stop, giving you a great view of his hot, excited body, ready to take even more and cum even harder until you stuff him to such a state that he can't even cum, being able to only mumble pathetically while you continue to fuck him, squeezing him like your little prey, which is unable to even move, let alone realize how much he is shackled and caught, tightly grabbed by you and held like your pretty thing.

When his hot soft supple body lets you push into him even through orgasm, not letting him move away from the ecstatic state to be knocked down again by the sensations of how you stretch him, feel how much his attempts to hinder you are useless when you roughly bred him, fucking his tight hole, letting him feel how thick and big you are for him, how strong you are for silly attempts not to let you drive inside and stuff him, how tenacious when your tongue again strives to his mouth for a new wet deep kiss while you don't stop fucking him raw — but without feeling any rebuff, as if your kiss makes his head spin, and your rough animal thrusts into his hole only make him wetter and enjoying, eager to spread his thighs and mouth even more, so that you don't stop even for a moment, using him and shamelessly enjoying even if it means that then the cum will flow out of his used hole while Yuuta tries to regain consciousness,

even if it means that then he will be stuffed filled with your cubs.

But by the time you are already pushing easily, without wasting time on gentle thrusts, letting Yuuta feel how you use his hot wet body, as if not paying attention to the fact that this is not his third orgasm that he experiences from too pleasant thrusts for someone who should be "used", hearing his wheezing and whining mixed with declarations of love and enthusiastic moans about how good he feels, how wet he is, how much he wants you to spread him, fill him, fuck him until his stomach is rounded and becomes soft from the abundance of your cum in it, flowing down his thighs along with the juices,

so enthusiastic and trembling from too much sensitivity and orgasms that does not immediately understand when you start filling him again before his stomach becomes stuffed not only with cum, forcing him to choke with surprise and amazement, sticking out his tongue, drooling when you slightly slow down the rhythm to give a good take before continuing as it was, ignoring his gasping moans and shocked look of amazement, seeing belly bulge because of how completely you fill him, leaving almost no free space. When the first thrusts make him whine with fullness, feeling so full and stretched and squeezed and fucked that Yuuta can't breathe, just gasping for air, feeling like his body is not in his control, seeing stars in front of his eyes, realizing with blind insane delight how you use him, as if losing control, fucking him to such a state that when you cum, you will definitely make him not only flow with it, but also definitely breed with your cubs, — but if not, then offering him again and again to continue to mate with you,

making him even more addicted from how good it is.

By the time you shake, impulsively warning him about it only to feel how Yuuta squeezes you tightly in a blind unconscious desire to be filled — and giving it to him, slowly fucking even when you cum, trying to be affectionate and stroking him, hearing him cry about how beautiful and good and affectionate and tender and perfect you are, even when you're not pulling out despite his thighs getting wet and soaked by you, being unable to keep everything inside, but also unable to get off or move away, obediently accepting, breathing hard while you kiss his skin, convincing him that everything is fine and that you are almost done, and receiving in response only a lazy semblance of purring and trembling attempts to stroke you in response.

By the time you finish and make sure that everything remains as deep inside him as possible, you can't give up the desire to put him down (despite his dissatisfied whining) and gently spread, shamelessly showing you how your cum drips from how much Yuuta is stuffed with it, feeling almost proud even despite his dissatisfied moan, implying a request to snuggle up to him and stop doing something else, and you can't resist, even if, instead of wrapping yourself around his body, you try to curl up, leaving his body in warmth and sweet bliss while he snuggles close to you, smiling happily.

monster reader go brrrrrr. maybe I'm completely off topic but? no matter. I think I've proved how desperate I am to any idea about them. talk with me pwease,,,,,,

#.spicy♡ #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu #🧸.rough sex #🧸.xenophilia #🧸.t* #🧸.dp #🧸.cum inflation #🧸.breeding #dom reader #top reader #monster reader #sub yuuta okkotsu #sub jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gender neutral reader #amab reader #sub jjk

[rrenzwrld]

first date

ik i’m mad late and your birthday probably already passed but here is the birthday entry for a really awesome person @yourrfavzxri ! i hope you enjoy it! <3

PROMPT: "i asked your father." "what?" "then i asked your mother because it's the twenty-first century." "i'm sorry, you asked them what exactly?" "well i don't really know how this works so i asked them for their blessing for me to take you out for dinner. it was a yes."

You and Reiner had been dating for a few months now, nearly a year but you haven’t been on one date. Of course you knew that there was more to dating than the going out every weekend, especially when you had a busy college athlete on your hands, but a part of you did want that kind of time with him. You were just too timid to express that to him. But you weren’t the only one with those same concerns on your mind.

Because Reiner didn’t want to seem like a complete idiot for not knowing the ins and outs of a date, he asked Sasha, your dearest friend.

“You’re pathetic.” Sasha said flatly when he had told her that he hasn’t taken you on any dates yet.

“I know, it’s just… I’ve been busy. Y’know the championship is coming up so we’ve been—“

“Making sure you’re in shape to win. Whatever, I get that. It just seems like you’re putting football over my Y/n and I don’t like that.” Although Reiner was in love with the game, he could say he loved you more. But he could understand why Sasha was feeling that way when he got caught up in training enough to forget about everything and everyone else.

“Can you help me, please?” Reiner pleaded.

Sasha rolled her eyes before opening her mouth to speak.

On a bright Saturday afternoon, you were home for the weekend and it was chill day for you and your family. While you were watching Netflix upstairs in your room, you were thinking about what Reiner was doing. You knew you haven’t had a chance to properly hang out with Reiner lately due to all the practices he’s been to, so you weren’t really mad about it. You just had to admit that you missed him sometimes.

That was also the reason why you were surprised that Reiner texted you asking if you were free. Of course you were free, it was a matter if he was free enough for you so you answered his question. Within seconds he was at your door.

“Y/n! The door!” You lazily got up to go downstairs to the door and was shocked to see Reiner at the door with a bouquet of flowers. You didn’t even know how to respond, as you’ve never been in such a situation.

“Reiner, hey… what are you doing here? With flowers?” You asked as you let him in and locked the door behind him.

“I know I probably should’ve let you know beforehand but I wanted to—“

Your mom came downstairs to see what was going on and was visibly flattered by Reiner’s flowers more than you were.

“Aww, Reiner~ We weren’t expecting you today. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” From your perspective, the house wasn’t even dirty. It just looked like it was lived in and your mom was being extra as per usual.

“No, it’s perfectly fine Ms. L/n.” Your mom looked at you and smirked then looked at Reiner again.

“So what’s the occasion?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest. You knew that your mom would try to talk Reiner’s head off for a bit so you went upstairs to take a shower, brush your teeth, find some cute clothes to wear, and fix up your hair into something.

When you came back downstairs, your mom looked like she was finished talking and was ready to let you go wherever Reiner wanted to take you.

“Reiner is taking you out—“

“I figured, what happened to the flowers?”

“I was nice enough to put them in a vase for you. Thank you, mom~” You thanked her before joining your hand with Reiner’s.

“You ready to go?” Reiner turned towards you and you nodded.

“Bye, momma!”

“Have a good one, Ms. L/n!” And with that the two of you got in Reiner’s truck and drove off.

“So what made you wanna take me out today?”

“Well, because I love you. But also because I know I’ve been really busy due to the championship coming up and I didn’t want you to think I didn’t have time for you anymore.” Although you did a good job of convincing yourself that your boyfriend was a busy man and you respected that, a part of you did feel a bit of neglect because along with not going out, he also got bad at texting and calling so you did feel a bit insecure.

“And I didn’t want your parents to think I’m a douche or anything, so I did..” He hesitated a bit.

“You did what?”

“I asked your parents if I could take you out since this would be the first time.” Your eyebrows were raised as no one has ever went to that length for you before.

“I asked your father first on the way to your house,”

“What?” You were confused as to how he got your father’s number but you realized that the two of them would work out together every now and then.

“And then I asked your mother because it’s the twenty-first century,” He laughed. “I’m sorry if it seemed weird to do that, I’m just new to all this so I just wanted their blessing to… y’know.” You knew Reiner was getting a bit flustered because he wasn’t finishing his sentences and his words were starting to run together.

“Well thank you,” You got a hold of his free hand and squeezed it. “For being such a gentleman.”

His ears reddened at the tips as he raised your hand up to his lips, placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Anything for you.”

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #aot reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x black reader

[chaoshoranghae]

Dreamies coming home to find you crying

Ik I did a how they comfort but this is specifically for when ur crying

1.6k words

Mark,

okay hear me out...

I got nothing

but honestly

before coming home he would just feel like something was wrong but he couldn't tell what ( spidermork👀)

but when he comes home and hears you he figured

he would keep letting you know where he was in the house

would ask you if your okay with him coming in

double checks it he really doesn't want to intrude

and just let's you know that he's going to sit down

Honestly mark to me at least isn't all that good with feelings so I feel like when this happens he's under prepared and kinda just going off of what he's seen and heard from his hyungs

Asks if you want to talk about it

asks if your okay with him hugging you

his hugs are warm and reassuring

and gentle where he's not hugging too tight and he makes sure ur hair is out of the way so he doesn't pull it

and mark listens, you talk about what was wrong or what happened and mark is just listening to every single word and showing that to you

he wants you to know that he is there for you and you can always rely on him

"I'm not much of a fighter but if you need to beat someone I'll ask haechan and renjun"

he's not as expressive as other members are but he shows genuine concern

He would ask if you wanted help or solutions and if you did he would give you practical support

and as time goes on he would check in with you and even try and convince taeyong to let him have a free day just so he can spend it with you

I can lowkey see mark texting the guys that ur crying and he doesn't know what to do

but then later on he's like don't tell y/n that you guys know

Renjun,

you would call when he was at work that you were a little upset and wanted some comfort then

so coming home he already had an idea what was going on

unlike someone he wouldn't go straight for a hug

he would hold your hand and rub little circles with his thumb

like mark he would give you his full attention

he would offer up reassurance and support

always adding in after that he will throw hands

he's always worried that it was one of his members that made you cry

he would cook food

not alot of hugs but a lot of hand holding back rubbing

he would run a hot bath for you to soak in knowing how drained and probably yucky you feel

once your out he puts moisturizer on so you don't have sensory issues

puts out a nice pair of pj's that you feel nice in

and then he would braid your hair incase more crying happens and just so that it's out of ur way

would suggest you to write it out and get ur words all out there if you need that

Jeno,

gentle about it

doesn't come on too strong yk

respects your space and just let's you know that he's here for you

would give you little pats yk if you don't want too much physical affection like ruffling your hair or rubbing ur back for short periods of time

but once you do he will give you a good bear hug

puts boundaries out there letting you know you don't have to tell him what has happened but that he's here for you no matter what

quiet night yk kinda just staying in one place and not moving all too much

but if you do need to move he will carry you bridal style

would also suggest going on a jog to clear your mind

or punching bag yk

would say use one of his members as one

The day after, if anyone is harassing you for lazy day or missing he would defend you, not exposing you or giving a reason to keep that privacy

like all together pretty nice yk

would also try and understand it from your perspective

Haechan,

because he has come home to you crying from a drama so many times already

he would start to make fun of you for it

but you wouldn't respond in ur normal way or argue back

and that's when it kinda clicks that this isn't the usual

that's when bro gets terrified

like he's just standing there with his usual shocked face

but because of how much of a quick thinker he is it's only for like half a second

if he was walking in with items he would totally drop it first or run as fast as he can to put stuff away

bro is sprinting like his life depended on it

he realized by the heaviness of the cries it's going to be a long one so he changes first and grabs you favorite crying plushie

grabs water and some snacks

and then runs back to you and see the situation

he would totally give you first a comforting hug but then realize you might not one so he backs away

gives you back rubs, let's you cry on his shoulder or anywhere on his body

and then once you start to slowly calm down he then asks you who he needs to beat up

the first person he always ask would be renjun

he then asks what happened and if you wanted to talk about it

maybe even sing you a little song that he knows you like

and if your still kind of out of it but not exactly crying so hard

he would see if you wanted to watch him play since you like that so much

of course he would secretly texting chenle to drop of daegal

even text Johnny to make sure he's saying the right thing

and then taeyong for comforting advice

and then you get swallowed up in a bunch of bear hugs

then the next day

makes sure you take ur anti depressants (if you take them)

and if you need to talk to ur therapist (if you have one)

depends on how you feel he would either already call you out or be asking you how you feel

if people start to question why you were gone or why you were so down

he would just say they had a little too much fun yesterday

Jaemin,

attacks you with physical affection

reads the room right away

walks in, bam, already hugging you and rubbing circles on your back

his hand is also stroking your hair

all five long languages bam

reassurance

encouragement

making you something

setting out clothes to wear and running a bath for you

helping you wash ur hair

letting you have a self care day and he let's you just completely relax

he's gentle, never pushing it too far, always telling you that you can tell him to stop or no

always gets a confirmation first before doing smth

also does not leave your side

I lowkey can see like him texting your loved ones that your not doing so well so you might not text back for a while

I feel like he would also get all the guys to bring you gifts or to surprise you if you like surprises yk

just all things that make you feel happier and more confident

also just does everything for you???

reading, hes scrolling/flipping through page and reading it out loud

ur hair care routine bam

Chenle,

im sorry but I feel like he would just straight up laugh at you at first

or make fun of you

but

he would try to be positive about it yk

there's def humor to it

wants to make you laugh

he would be distracting you have 100%

oh he would for sure bring daegal if he hasn't already

though you guys grew up completely different he would try and offer a different perspective about it if needed

oh bro would for sure be ready to fight someone

but instead of him physical fighting bro would like buy whoever made you sad like their job or smth yk

or he would just hire someone to beat them up

no bear hugs but gentle physical affection yk

another active listener who cares and shows attentiveness

he would try and understand your perspective about things

compliment you and talk about things he likes about you

he will clear his schedule so he can be available

Jisung

Lowkey feel like he would cry harder then you

would panic 100% and text like chenle or jaemin for advice

I feel like he would get very sentimental or serious yk like have you seen him when dream has those talks around the bonfire bro gets serious

would attack you with physical affection not like haechan level but

he would try to make jokes

would also be confused????

Would try and suggest he can beat them up after he works out a bunch

encouragement!!!

he's very gentle about it yk

like almost too afraid to ask why so he kinda just waits till you talk about it

once you start to calm down he suggests fun things to do yk

Don't know if you could tell but I wrote haechan first

When I was crying today, it came to my mind on how he would react to this and then the other members came later

Jeno and jisung were harder for me imo

finding a jeno gif also made him my bias oh my lord

that jaemin gif reminds me why he was my first dream bias

I wrote so much for some and little for others man

#nct #haechan #nct haechan #nct renjun #nct chenle #nct drabbles #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct jisung #nct headcanons #headcanon #nct 127 #mark fluff #lee haechan #haechan fluff #chenle fluff #jisung fluff #renjun fluff #renjun #jaemin fluff #jeno fluff #drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct drabble #nct drean fluff #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 8: [INFERNAL FRIENDS] diavolo, barbatos / bullies

ao3 link

note: the au name looks oddly ominous when it's formatted like that... anyway, not much for me to add - infernal friends is one of my favourite aus, so enjoy!

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Diavolo has been suspicious for a few weeks now. At first, he’d put it down to humans simply growing too fast for someone his age to keep up with, but he’s very sure now - something is wrong with his little friend.

It’s not that he insists on showing up on a regular basis, but IK’s already made a routine of summoning him at least once a week. When he realises that it’s been almost three since he last felt the call, his first thought is one of mild dismay, but also resignation.

Then he stops to think about it, and, no - humans don’t suddenly go from dependent little children to full-fledged adults with no need for demon companions in that short a time. And perhaps he’s self-inflating his own importance, but Diavolo has always rather felt that IK likes him best out of her demon friends. It feels strange to have had such radio silence for this long.

So, when he finally does feel that tug, he wastes no time in heading straight there. The council meeting will simply have to adjourn without him; the brothers will understand.

He realises he’s miscalculated a little when Barbatos follows straight behind him. Perhaps leaving his duties at the drop of a hat was not a wise decision to make in front of him. His butler doesn’t have time to scold him, though - before either of them even have the time to get their bearings back, something small collides straight into Diavolo’s legs.

“Aha! There you are!” He folds his wings back and scoops the little human up. “It’s been— ah? What happened?”

IK stares solemnly back at him and doesn’t say a word. Barbatos crouches down, then clears his throat delicately and gestures to something on the floor.

A pair of scissors, and a clump of hair. That would certainly explain things.

“You cut your hair?” He asks IK, who nods silently. “Why did you do that?”

She shakes her head and buries her face in the fur around his shoulders. Barbatos surveys the scene - the book bag haphazardly tossed to the wall, and one shoe kicked off - then wordlessly begins to clean up.

Diavolo sits down and attempts to coax an explanation. It’s not particularly unusual for IK to go quiet like this, but the circumstances are certainly cause for concern - though exactly how much, he doesn’t know. The persuading doesn’t work; IK just stares.

Eventually, he gives up, and resorts to play instead. Once she’s ascertained that he’s stopped interrogating her, IK seems quite happy to solve a puzzle with him, and if it weren’t for how visible the damage to her hair is, Diavolo could have quite easily forgotten the whole situation.

Barbatos seems to have other plans. First, he avails himself of the kitchen and brings in a little plate of chopped apples. Then he waits for IK eat a few, and sets about a round of gentle (but determined) questioning.

Diavolo’s not sure whether to tell him to stop. IK won’t give any verbal responses, but Barbatos seems able to put together something from all the nods and head-shakes.

Even his patience isn’t endless, though. Eventually he sighs, and asks if IK would prefer they talk to her father about it.

The look of distress on her face is so abject that he immediately drops the idea again. And that's the end of that.

Diavolo is still thinking about it all when they have to return to the Devildom. Evidently Barbatos is, too, because he starts following along every time he gets wind of someone else being summoned - not minding, apparently, the evident dismay on IK’s face when she realises he’s here again.

“It is necessary to gauge the extent of the problem,” He tells Diavolo when he asks him about this. “I can live with her annoyance now, but I cannot possibly stand by if she is unhappy.”

At this, Diavolo vows to help. Barbatos clears his throat and tells him that will not be necessary - it’d be best for all of them if the prince, at least, was to remain in IK’s good graces.

And his sleuthing seems to pay off. One evening, he sits Diavolo down with some tea, and explains what he believes to be the situation.

There is a group of children at school who have not been treating her well lately. Barbatos has been able to gauge at least three of their names, though not due to any special detective work on his part - they’re written on the exercise books that IK has stolen.

Now, IK understands perfectly well that it is bad behaviour to take other children’s property. Diavolo knows because she's gotten in trouble for calling another sticky-fingered child several rude words (that he’s fairly sure Mammon taught her). What this means, then, is that IK has decided these children don’t deserve that decency.

Lessons about the morality of thievery notwithstanding, Barbatos goes further. From what he has been able to piece together, this group of children likes rough-housing, and one of them (whose name Barbatos recognised from the exercise book that IK has treated most poorly) has a nasty habit of pinching and hitting to get something they want.

Then comes the last piece of the puzzle. One sentence, spoken on the brink of a nap: “She pulled my hair, so I cut it off.”

Barbatos had attempted to press further. This has won him exactly one more sentence in clarification: “Her hands were dirty.”

Which is where that leaves him now. Diavolo mulls it all over for a while, then declares, “We have to do something about this.”

He debates speaking to IK’s father about this, then remembers how upset she’d gotten at the notion when it was first suggested. How has she managed to hide it from him so far, though...?

There’s not much they can do in-person. There’d be mass panic if they showed up in all their demonic glory in the middle of a school-children’s playground, and they’d probably still be detained in some capacity even if they showed up in disguise as regular men. Then again, there are other options for cover.

And so that leads them here: two pigeons, perfectly ordinary apart from the colour of their eyes, sitting on a telephone line, and watching the playground intently.

A magpie is staring at them rather suspiciously from a roof across the street. Diavolo wants to ask Barbatos if it could blow their cover, but they don’t actually have any way of communicating in these forms, so all he can do is attempt to look as innocent and gullible as possible.

Then they spot it - IK clutching a tennis racquet, and another child attempting to wrestle it out of her hands.

Barbatos’s head snaps forward. Diavolo tears his eyes away from the magpie and copies him.

The child says something and stamps her foot. IK mumbles something, eyes glancing everywhere but at her opponent, then shrinks back as another child - this one a burlier-looking boy - starts stomping towards her.

The racquet snatcher reaches forward. She only has time to grab a fistful of IK’s cardigan before two pigeons promptly divebomb her.

No beaks, of course, and no claws - just a lot of wing-flapping. Enough to scare away assailants without touching them, and it works like a charm. The racquet snatcher leaps back with a squeal, and promptly runs off.

IK, to her credit, takes this in her stride. The burly boy attempts to stand his ground at first, staring warily as the two pigeons land in front of him and slowly stalk closer.

Then IK points her racquet at him and declares with adorable fury, “I’m the PIGEON KING. Leave me alone or I’ll KILL you.”

Diavolo, normally, would gently reprimand her for that sort of threat, but this is a special occasion (plus, he doesn't have his usual vocal cords). So he opens his beak and pretends to peck at the boy’s shoes instead.

It works. He turns tail and runs, too.

Barbatos preens his wings in satisfaction. IK stands there for a moment, then beams to herself and performs a little celebratory hop.

It would be most wise for the pigeons to leave as soon as possible, to avoid drawing suspicion. Diavolo, however, is decidedly unwise when it comes to catering to a child’s whimsy, so instead he struts right up and stares at IK with beady little eyes.

“Hello,” She says, as if it is the most natural thing in the world, and crouches down. Diavolo lets her run a finger over his grey-feathered head, and the delight on her face is worth all the flash-studying it took to learn the transformation spell on such short notice.

Barbatos - who has the talent of looking distinctly disapproving, even as a pigeon - makes a sharp cooing sound, as if to tell him off. IK glances at him, then stretches out her hand.

He looks hard at it. He, too, is powerless in the face of this earnestness. Begrudgingly, he perches on her little wrist.

“I am the pigeon emperor,” IK mumbles in awe.

Barbatos coos again, softer. It is very unfair that he bends so easily now, in places where Diavolo is sure he would have been scolded as a young demon, but it’s hard to be annoyed.

He wonders what IK will tell him about the pigeons next time she summons her best demon friend. He can’t wait to hear it.

#3rd anni event #infernal friends au #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #jtta ik #writing #jtta aus

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hellooo !!! this is the same anon who said they liked ur writing a while back :D i’m back w a request! feel free to ignore this if u don’t feel like writing it, i’ll understand :)

could i please get luxiem headcanons with an s/o who wears glasses and often misplaces them??

(i wear glasses myself and a lot of the time, since they’re so dirty and scratched up, i take them off so i can read a book better or look at a screen so my vision isn’t blurry from how worn-down the lenses are :’) a lot of the time i end up running around the house checking everywhere trying to find them — also yes there have been times where they’re just on top of my head HAHAHSH)

i hope u have a nice rest of your day!! keep writing, your writing is wonderful :D

with a s/o who misplaces their glasses w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ content: headcanons

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: hello there, welcome back and thank you for the request! as a fellow glasses wearing person, i understand the pain man ;-;

✧ Somehow just knows where your glasses are whenever you misplace them. It's come to the point that the moment you realize that you've misplaced them, you just go to him and ask if he knows where they are.

✧ "Oh, it's in the bathroom inside the cabinet, you took them off to wash your face to freshen up remember?" and lo and behold, when you get to the bathroom and open the cabinet, your glasses are staring right back at you.

✧ But it's also because he knows too well where they are that you don't want to bother him too much, especially when he's streaming. So whenever he is streaming and you realize you misplaced your glasses, you end up using a good hour trying to find them.

✧ And Shu knows, he can even hear you scrambling about trying to find said glasses, but he will let you try a bit more, only tuning back when it's been another 15 minutes. If he can hear that you've stopped shuffling he will stream again without a worry, but if not - he will chuckle and tell stream to wait a bit before muting himself and sending you a message. "They're either on the top of your head or beside my pillow in the bedroom."

✧ The only reply back he gets is a the shocked emoticon: Σ(°ロ°)

✧ He is literally no better than you. He's suffering the same fate as you, so at least you can take solace in the fact you're not alone in this endeavour.

✧ "Ike? Do you know where I put my glasses?" "I was about to ask you that!" Dear god someone help you two. It's also the fact you both sort of know where you put it, like the general area, but not exactly where they are.

✧ A good portion of your morning is to spend it trying to find where your glasses are, because forget placing them inside the room, the two of you usually take it off whenever you relax to ease your eyes a bit. So that's one fool-proof way to get out of bed every day.

✧ Yes, there's been times that the glasses have just been resting on top of your heads. Yes it took you guys at least half an hour before one of you realized - and thus making the other one realize that it's the same for the other. You two don't talk about those moments.

✧ Asks if he should buy you some new ones the moment you mutter that you don't remember where you put your glasses. To which you vehemently deny him the right to.

✧ "Luca, you've already bought me two new ones when I already told you that they are somewhere in the house." is an argument you try to always make, to which his reply is only: "Oh, then there's an easier chance to find yourself one of those pairs if there's more!"

✧ The mind of a mafia and a commoner is too different. "... No, just help me find them, please." He does help you, but only after making two other bodyguards help you find them as well.

✧ "Oh, how about we to put some trackers inside them then! That way we always know where they are!" "No-"

✧ Like Shu, he will also always have an inkling where your glasses are. But unlike the sorcerer, Mysta will realize when you don't wear your glasses quicker than you can realize that you don't have them on.

✧ Which is why he's just made it a habit to get your glasses and put them a specific shelf before you try to look for them, because he's also picked up on the fact that whenever you start to look, you'll always search that shelf first.

✧ You eventually picked up on the fact that it's Mysta who always places them on that shelf for you. "Ah, so you do have keen senses after all," you tease, Mysta only rolling his eyes. "Can't believe this is what my skills are being used for after getting here."

✧ He doesn't mind, in fact now that he's aware you know it's him, he will leave scribble a tiny message next to your glasses. It's nothing sweet it's literally just the various places he found them. "Bathroom. Bedroom. Under the sink. In the balcony??? Why tf were you out there, it's winter."

✧ Will try his best to help you - But is actually of no help. But A+ for effort!

✧ The only time he wears glasses is for decorative purposes, those demon eyes have 10/10 vision, he can see way better than the average human, but for some reason that 10/10 vision is of no help when his lover needs it the most.

✧ "Vox, you've seen me wearing it hundreds of times, how can you not remember how they look like?!" you wheeze, Vox only avoiding your eyes while trying to come up with an excuse, "... Because I was lost in your eyes...?" you only chuck a pillow at him and continue searching.

✧ After numerous incidents where the two of you spend a good chunk of the afternoon looking for glasses, he does go out of his way to go the glasses store you frequent often to ask for a couple of new pairs for you - cost be damned. Which he then keeps safely tucked away for emergencies - because the demon very much enjoys spending the time trying to find your glasses with you, as frustrating it is for you not being able to see.

#luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagines #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader

[peachycrime]

Neytiri and Spider

let’s talk about it, ik y’all gon eat this up @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie @spicymiilk

To start, Neytiri has lost so so much, her home, her father, Tsu'tey, Seze and now her eldest son. The child that made her a mother. With all of these losses all sense of safety and trust has disappeared from in her short life. It's unreasonable to expect her to ever get one these things, she has grief that no one could ever understand. Except Moat. I don't think it's realistic for her to just love him despite everything, I don’t think she doesn't have enough room left in her heart and that's okay. She’s lost so much, and was undeniably betrayed by Jake, her mate for life. She really doesn't owe anyone anything. She does however owe respect to an innocent teenager, who's also given up a lot for her and her family.

Her being wary and scared of him isn’t the odd part. The odd part is that even after years of having known this kid, watching him grow into the kind, funny, sarcastic and empathetic young man he is, she still never saw past day one. From day ones he’s been the ‘demons spawn’ nothing more and nothing less, even with the best intentions in heart, she only ever saw a ticking time bomb wrapped in a pretty package that everyone seemed to love.

You’d think that after 16 years she’s maybe start to free herself from all the hate, at least stop targeting it at him but she doesn’t. You can’t blame her for not letting her guard down, but you can’t deny that’s it cruel to hold a child to such standards. I personally find it very conflicting😭

Now Spider, a kid who's been handed the worst hand in the world. The only human child within light years of Pandora, even if some scientist had kids after a while he was still the first and grew up mostly alone. No mother to sing him to sleep and read him stories about earth. No father to comfort him and tease him about small things. On top of that his actual parents were shitty people anyways, Quaritch is Quaritch and Paz was insane enough to sleep with that demented marine. So not only is he an orphan but his parents are people that any person in their right mind would hate. But a child is not just a reflection of its’ parents.

A child also reflects the environment they brought up in as well as the people who raised him aka the lab guys/McCoskers and Na'vi.

The only thing I really resent Neytiri for is for never giving him a chance, she never saw past his parentage which is so unfair I can't even begin. But for her the whole situation is unfair too, someone can only open their heart so much after it being broken so many times.

Jake disappoints me the most tbh. As a former human, how can he not see the utter hypocrisy of the whole situation? I don’t care that Neytiri would’ve been mad, after killing the kids dad you’d think he’d take more accountability? Not only that but leaving him in the hands of the RDA, didn’t even try to shoot the t’exilas down as they watched him get taken. The kids were the ones to actually bring him up after they kidnapped him right under their freaking nose.

Bro went through torture and never gave any information up. The only reason they ever found the Sully's is because Max & Norm used that stupid helicopter. The fact that Quaritch was literally the only adult who had the sense to help him is insane.

Then Neytiri has her son for a son moment.

I don't blame her for that. She did what she had to do to save her daughter as a mother should and it worked. It's just sad that all he amounted to was a bargaining chip. The reason he got caught in the first place was because he was constantly keeping Kiri in check and making sure she was in his line of sight and and to make sure she was keeping up. That backfired ofc because when they dropped the bomb(thing) he was too close to the blow and fell.

So for me I just hope that she can come to accept him as an individual. Not as a son cuz that's way too drastic but as someone worthy of her family, loyalty and maybe- her affection. That'll take a lot of self work but I'm sure one of these days she'll find it in her to do so because at heart, she’s a shy, stubborn, but also very kind person and even if she doesn’t naturally feel empathy for humans, U don’t think it’s impossible.

I love Neytiri and I hope she gets all the happiness she deserves after everything she's been through.

Put some respect on my girls name bro. She’s fought for her, her family and her people time and time again and never gave up. She’s also just genuinely a good mother and I love the woman she grown into, I just wish she was happier. I also love Spider and I just hope he gets accepted for who is, a kind, empathetic snarky and sarcastic little tree climber who just does his best.

This is my personal opinion so don't be rude please.

#neytiri #avatar the way of water #lo’ak avatar #spider socorro #avatar james cameron #avatar spider #neteyam #avatar headcanons #jake sully #spider kiri and lo’ak #god ​bless these kids

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Okay so I’ve been working on a fic based on @mistercesare Role swap AU. And it made me think how Fiona and Cake would work in it.

I can imagine, with Scarab being more serious, would never EVER think of even making a in a unauthorized universe. But… all of the other universes seemed to bore him immensely. There’s nothing interesting about it. There’s barely good drama or angst to any of them. So… maybe just a little self-indulgent writing wouldn’t hurt anyone. Just putting a little angst/ no comfort there, some major character death here. AND… he made an unauthorized universe.

Oh this is very unallowed…

If someone finds out not only might he be removed as wishmaseter, but he would be seen as a hypocrite. The number one suck up to the rules breaks one will forever be tarnish on his record. He can’t have that! He’s has to hide it somewhere. UH! UH! OH! That crazy old ice guy in that one universe. He could put it in his mind. Then no one will find his fic!

So it would stay the same, but instead of being a gender swap of the OG world, it’s also just one big GOT universe, all inside Ice King’s mind. I feel like if there was ever an episode based on this, the whole thing would just be a parody of GOT, and you can chalk it up to IK not fully understanding the angst or anything. And that would make Scarab so pissed but he can’t say anything about it because then people will know he made it.

And he would even be more pissed once Ice king became Simon again. Now all of his progress is lost and gone forever. Imagine you’ve been working on a dark angst fic for years and all of sudden it’s get’s removed. I would be salty as hell.

I can see the Fionna and Cake world turning into the one we see in the show exactly. And I guess the whole lesson of the show would be less of “Escapism into your self-indulgent world all of the time is bad” And more, “You don’t and shouldn’t want to live in the world of your Angst fic.”

The funniest thing I could think of it that, I feel like Scarab would STILL be the villain of the show. Less because of, “I need to get rid of the unauthorized universe.” and more, “ANYONE WHO’S KNOWS OR IS APART OF MY FIC NEEDS TO DIE” Because he’s so worried that he’ll get in trouble with the people upstairs. And dosen’t want anyone to know.

And Prismo would still be helping them except more throughout, and also trying to calm Scarab down.

“Scrabby, I don’t think anyone cares about what you did, but you don’t have to go this far-!”

“NO, SHUT UP! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! I DIDN’T EVEN MAKE THIS! I’M JUST DOING YOUR JOB OF DESTROYING UNAUTHRIZED UNIVERES! SO SHUT UP.”

And scarab would be even more pissed that his Fantasy dark/angst fic got turned into a Modern Slice of life AU. Like all of that hard work wasted just so you can make candy cakes? Fuck off.

#adventure time fionna and cake #adventure time #scarab the god auditor #scarab fionna and cake #scarab adventure time #fionna and cake #role swap au #fanfic #headcannons #prismo the wishmaster #prismo adventure time #prismo fionna and cake