#and once u get together everything just falls flat

[ryllen]

I MISSED THE WAY YUU RAISED HER VOICE TBHHH she is very sweet when she does that and gets mad~

#that and yuu has the braincell that makes her realize too quickly that the best way to handle him is not to yell #fbdhshsh THIS IS THE MOST SUGARCOATED COMPLIMENT EVER THO #SWEET FOR RAISING VOICE #OH IF THAT'S THE GAME WE ARE PLAYING SEBEK IS TOTALLY ADORABLE #HE GIVES U DIABETIC EVEN #i know how the first drawing of yuu yelling at sebek is what makes their dynamic attractive to see #but as time goes by u really get used to him and just go yeah yeah #as much as i want to make it interesting i really don't find anymore reason to antagonize him as much as before #this is why pinning phase is the most interesting #and once u get together everything just falls flat #yuu is not really a yeller tbh #it's just sebek really light the fuse when she doesn't really know him yet #she would say her friends in the real world would be surprised to find her yelling at all #but her friends also know she would yell when their situation would direly need her to #it just doesn't happen too often that yuu doesn't even realize it herself

[inarizqkis]

pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

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#Spotify #x male reader #m!reader #oneshot #male reader #inarizqkis #reqs open #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #re4 leon #re4 remake

[naamahdarling]

Do you have a favorite musical?

If so, what are your favorite lyrics from it, and why?

ALW's CATS.

Is it a surreal mess? Yes! But I love it before everything else.

The lyrics are silly but very clever. Most are at least partly by TS Eliot, drawn from a wonderfully nonsensical book of poems.

I think my favorite song is the Invitation to the Jellicle Ball, neck and neck with Mr Mistoffelees.

My favorite cat is Mistoffelees by a lot, followed by the Rum Tum Tugger. They are in love.

But the part that makes me feel the most in my heart is Grizabella. The only cat I relate to is Grizabella.

Memory is the big number that everyone knows and I do absolutely love it, it's one of my favorite songs and probably the best in the musical as it was before CATS 2019 introduced a new song, but I feel that out of context it simply doesn't have punch. It gets trotted out to showcase a singer's skill, as a bit of a tearjerker if you're a sentimental person. It is so much more than that.

I didn't understand Grizabella properly until I was well and truly an adult and had taken in multiple cats off the street, and lived near a colony, and watched my own cats become frail, which are all painful things in many ways; AND until I had begun to really feel the weight of my marginalization as a disabled person and an ill person, which means confronting almost daily the fact that I am unlikely to come to the sort of end I would like.

Hold on because I'm going to be unhinged about this cat for a minute.

Grizabella is an aged stray, once welcomed, now abandoned and unloved, considered ugly even by others like her (who are shown to supposedly accept differences and value, or at least respect, most everyone...but not her).

She lives in a haunted, lonely state unacknowledged by anyone except to be driven away. She can no longer care for herself, she is filthy and matted and scarred and probably in a lot of pain, she is starving, and she has nothing but her memories of better times, and every single dawn is both a gift and a miserable curse. She gets to remember. She has to remember.

If you watch, Grizabella is onstage a LOT, she's just off in the background, usually poorly lit, where she tries to mirror the dances happening on the main part of the stage, dances she knows because that was once her, there in the spotlight, shining. But now she's in too much pain to dance and her body isn't working right anymore. I have no doubt Grizabella is dying. The question is whether she will get to do that well, comforted and with dignity, or do it badly and alone.

I cannot HANDLE Grizabella.

If you have even the tiniest inkling of love for cats, if you believe every cat's life is worth something, her story should destroy you.

The legendary Jennifer Hudson's performance in the movie brought a really angry and confrontational turn to her, and it was flat out amazing. A rebuke of a performance. It really hurts to watch but it's what the role has always needed. She isn't just weak and sad, she clings to the tatters of her dignity and is angry that the others don't see her as a whole person. Just a miserable shadow to be avoided. A cautionary tale. We are never told what terrible thing she did to deserve her fall, and given that most of the Jellicles are young, I don't know that any of them really remember.

I will physically fight anyone who says she should not have been selected to ascend to a new life. She was the only choice. Even Gus. Even him. He can have his turn next year. Grizabella does not have another year in her.

And I'm going to make some folks mad but I love the 2019 movie (it's bad) and the new song, Beautiful Ghosts, is amazing, and I DO prefer Taylor Swift's version as the movie version is a little more timid (fitting the role and musical way better) but TS fucking BELTS IT and I get chills every time.

The lyrics are incredible and the song is gorgeous, gorgeous. And strung together with Grizabella's song, it finishes the musical in a way that it was a bit unfinished before. It uses an actual full song to connect Grizabella to the Ball and the Choice more directly than any choreography ever did or could:

Victoria, the White Cat and viewpoint character, still almost a kitten, has been dumped in the street and into a terrifying and beautiful new life.

After being swept up into its wonder, she sees Grizabella, utterly rejected, hissed at, made fun of, despised, and aches with the injustice of it -- Victoria was snatched right up by the other cats the instant her paws hit the ground, but nobody will take in Grizabella. Not even her own kind.

Victoria sees how strangely similar they are and feels a kinship that has no pity in it at all, but wonder and respect.

So Victoria sings this new song expressing the first admiration Grizabella has heard in god alone knows how long, reminding her she has had an amazing life worth envy and renown, and she pulls this horrible decrepit old mess of a cat into the Jellicle Ball, where she is FINALLY relieved of her pain.

Like? I'm crying right now?

It isn't a serious musical, but Grizabella's story runs through it like a cold current, something real and terrible, surrounded by absolute ridiculousness. Her numbers are deadly serious, never played for laughs. And ultimately it is her story that turns out to be the most important one, the truest one, and it is dark, and it is hopeful but only in only the most painful and grief-stricken way. She isn't brought back into a comfortable life with other cats to be happy and surrounded by love. She essentially...dies and goes to cat heaven. She embodies hope itself to the others, and her ascension represents a deeply humbling lesson in humility and grace. Her suffering and her ascent represent the possible future of every one of them, and now they have to confront that, and their treatment of her. She was rewarded, and for all their beauty and charm they were not.

Anyway I'm not normal about it.

The lyrics from Beautiful Ghosts that I love are:

Perilous night, their voices calling. A flicker of light, before the dawning. Out here the wild ones are taming the fear within me. Scared to call them my friends and be broken again. Is this hope just a mystical dream?

and

And so maybe my home Isn't what I had known, what I thought it would be. But I feel so alive With these phantoms of night, and I know that this life isn't safe but it's wild and it's free!

Like, come on. It's a lovely song and it took my breath away in the theater.

Ugh this musical touched me as a feral cat girl of 10 and it touches me again as a sad catguy in their 40s. Truly a very stupid work of weirdly meaningful art and one for the ages.

There are much better musicals, but none of them are part of me.

#cats the musical #grizabella

[dramioneasks]

Can u please recommend some full length rom-com style dramione

Random recs:

Benefits By: artemisgirl - M, one-shot - “I’m trying to make a case for why she should marry me,” Draco told him, scowling as Harry started laughing. “If I want an upgrade from ‘friends with benefits’ to 'husband with benefits'—” … When Draco Malfoy realizes that 'friends with benefits’ just isn’t enough anymore, he begins to strategize on how to get Hermione to commit to more.

Hot for Teacher - MotherofBulls - E, 26 chapters - Draco is a single dad trying to raise a teenager on his own. When he notices his son’s newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son’s crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Draco tries to juggle awkward situations, parenthood, and his own budding interest in Hermione Granger. Part 1 of “This Is Everything” series. COMPLETE!

The Bargain by Lincolepog - M, 29 chapters, Words: 102,657  - Heading back to Hogwarts for his 7th year, Draco Malfoy is given a very interesting deal from Hermione Granger; to play the role of her fake boyfriend. As time goes on, they learn to get passed their differences, but is it enough? What will it cost the two of them?

Starving by CharliPetidei - E, 5 chapters - Hermione has everything figured out. Sex is like food. Club nights are far too expensive. And men belong in the category of 'things that are more faff than they're worth'. You know, like hair straightening charms, lingerie, and mathematical integration. This is a story about food and sex, though not at the same time. Winner of best fluff, best smut, and runner-up for best use of prompt in the Dramione Fanfiction Forum's 2020 'Sounds Like Dramione' comp.

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare - E, 36 chapters, Words: 199,584 - Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn.

Bad Books and Second Looks - GracefulLioness - E, 10 chapters - Hermione has not been lucky in love. When a break-up forces her to find a new flat, she thinks she’s hit the jackpot. Until she realises that she might just be falling for her new flatmate’s boyfriend. Perhaps when Ginny lends her some of her steamy romance novels, her luck will change.

You Make Me Shiver and Shake by Stargazing121 - M, 16 chapters - Draco is an artistic genius, Hermione a budding art agent. But once they start to work together, will they be able to resist the growing attraction between them? “I’m not going to take you on as an art client!” Hermione scoffed. “Why not Granger,” he said. His tone was silky, like the sound of fine cloth running through your hands. “You know there has always been something between us.” “That won’t work on me,” she answered flatly. “Ok, I admit that was pushing it.” He shrugged, “But pushing against beautiful women is what I do best Granger.” “Not that either.” “Damn it, I forgot that trying to flirt with you was like flirting with a slug. Actually, I think I’d get more luck with the slug.” “You’d make a lovely couple. You’re certainly as slippery,” Hermione said. “I can think of someone I would rather form a partnership with,” he said, his voice low and almost a whisper.

Clueless - jacemorgensterns - T, one-shot - Draco is a college student living in an apartment with his roommate Theo. He occasionally gets into trouble and always gets away with it. When his luck is threatening to turn on him Hermione comes to to the rescue and an agreement between them forms that eventually spirals out of control. A Dramione romcom AU with as many romcom tropes I could fit in from Draco’s point of view. One-shot.

Fate Has It In For Me by jigglyjelly28 - T, 39 chapters, Words: 196,573 - “Seeing as you two have driven me half-mad over these few months with your Veela heritage problem, I thought that it would be perhaps, in Pureblood politeness, that you at least give a suitable explanation of what you’ve been doing.” Draco was told he was a Veela years ago but forgot. He’s been told again and has a year to find his Mate.

Accidental Proposal - CJRed - M, 36 chapters, Words: 108,673 - Hermione finds out that she is really a Nott, and there are so many rules to being a Pureblood, too bad Draco Malfoy seems to have forgotten one of the most important rules of all! Hermione/Draco. Theo and Hermione are siblings. Ignores epilogue and off canon in some other places as well. Set in 8th year. Language, Fluff, and Lemons. Complete.

-Lisa

#anonymous #romance #humour

[rollercoasterwords]

this chapter was so emotional and sad. The way remus was touching sirius, feeling his heartbeat and putting his hand on his chest all the time, like he needed to feel close to sirius’ heart :( I wonder what was going through his head

yeah…might be slightly spoilery but i’m actually in the mood 2 talk a bit abt what’s going on inside his head so 🤭

the thing is i’ve literally been thinking abt this for months like. this was part of a convo i had explaining this whole arc back in january:

so like. literally for remus this whole experience has been. forced 2 work w a guy who represents everything u hate -> start 2 realize that maybe there's more 2 him & begin 2 empathize w him -> hate urself 4 it & hate him for it -> conflicting loop of feelings where u care about him but u hate that u care so u try 2 stop it but u can't stop it. figure once ur done w this mission u won't ever have 2 see him again so just push everything down

and THEN the mission goes sideways and suddenly s is right there. and they need to get him 2 work w the order. and the thing is s was sponsoring him for a year and a half. like they had a year and a half of slowly developing this relationship that r absolutely did not want but was unable to stop feeling things about and was made even more painful by the fact that he knew it was all built on a lie--like even when he did let himself feel something for s, the follow-up to that was immediately like 'oh but this is all fake he wouldn't act this way or be like this if he knew what was really going on.'

so then s is there at order hq and r's walls are immediately back up & he's putting all his effort into reinforcing them. he's like yeah that year and a half was all fake it was just an act none of it was real and i don't care about u. & all he wants is 2 ignore s & move on but he's right there! working w the order! befriending lily! but r is still like. well he's just playing along til he can escape surely that's it. and then suddenly hq gets attacked and it's just the five of them in this little flat and r is still trying 2 ignore him & keep his walls up but he is also still inexplicably drawn 2 him and can't entirely fight it...and then they finally put some of the animosity aside & start working together & he can't ignore the fact that. hey maybe some of that goodness i saw before was real...and even the badness is no longer entirely the same like he's changed! he's grown! he's still changing and growing and like r says when he finally confesses--it isn't fair! (does he say that? i actually can't remember if i ended up including that line or not lol. anyway) like it isn't fair because s is supposed to be evil and everything r stands against and everything he hates and yet he's come along and wormed his way into r's life and made r care about him and part of him hates that but most of him is like. falling in love. and unable to completely deny it anymore. and when they finally reach this breaking point where r essentially confesses all this it's like. he's letting his walls down, finally, after this slow and painful breakdown of all these defenses, and he's letting himself feel hopeful and be vulnerable and think ok maybe we can have something real.

and quite literally immediately after that it's ripped away. and not only ripped away, but r finds out that s knew, when they had that first kiss, that he was going to be losing his memory, that he planned to leave like this, and he still smashed through all r's fucking walls and made him hope they could have something real, knowing it wasn't true. so he's pretty fucking furious! and he's immediately swinging back into denial! the walls are back up reinforced he's like fuck sirius black i hate that man and his fucking mind games i don't fucking love him and i never will so i don't even fucking care that he's gone.

problem with that is. well of course it's not entirely true is it. and as much as he's trying not to care he can't help agonizing over what s could possibly be going through, whether he'll even make it through this alive or whether voldemort will just kill him, and he hates s for making him care and then putting himself in jeopardy like this because now r has to suffer this horrible burden of just worrying about him all the time, even when he doesn't want to, and he also has to carry this burden of wanting him back and wanting things back the way they were even though he knows it's not possible, and he hates s for making him want that, too.

so. yeah. all those conflicting feelings are there during the hookup. and in this ch he's like. giving up, essentially. like he is constantly battling the remnants of this love but for this one night he gives up the fight and just lets himself feel for s, and not all of it's good--the love and the hate are very much intertwined, at this point--but for one night at least he can pretend that he has him and they're together in the way they might have been, had s not left. and it's all confused and compounded by the fact that s doesn't know him, and still finds him, and still wants him, and yet clearly isn't treating this the same way--for s, it's just a casual one-night stand, and it hurts that he can't feel the way r is, but it also hurts when there are those flashes of something deeper, because recognizing the depth of what they might have had if they both just hadn't denied it for so long is incredibly painful. and r is feeling all this, but he isn't consciously processing it--he's shoving all of it down and away and going "this doesn't even matter, it's just a one night stand, i'm not going to care about this" etc. etc. fun!

#ask #wfrau #this got long as hell...literally have been having all these thoughts abt r's character arc spinning in my mind for MONTHS now #& have only been able 2 talk abt it w two people. so

[muniimyg]

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This feeling is entirely new to you. 

Never in your life have you ever felt so frustrated with yourself and so concerned for someone’s well-being. It’s your fault. If you had just packed a sweater than maybe Yoongi wouldn’t have given you his hoodie. Maybe he wouldn’t be sick and missing out on his games—maybe he would’ve been winning. 

Alas, here you are. 

Standing outside his door with his favourite soup, three boxes of herbal teas, and your lesson prep just in case you would have time to spare. Although, if you had really thought about it.. There was no use in bringing your work. As if you’d get anything done with Yoongi around! Even if his fever ran close to Pneumonia; he’d simply cough up a pick-up line in an attempt to make you smile. 

Truth be told, you’ve done this before. You’ve stood outside Yoongi’s apartment with his essentials when you two were just friends.. But it’s different now. You feel it—you know it. This time around, you’re not only needed but wanted. 

He wants you here. 

He asked for you here. 

He needs you here. 

With that, you take a deep breath and convince yourself one last time: it’s not your fault. He’s sick, yes, but germs are germs. It’s not like he’s dying—

“What a sight. I feel better already, Ace.”

You blink. 

Yoongi had been on the other side of the door, waiting for you to arrive. Once he heard your footsteps, he held off for three minutes before caving.

He had to be with you. 

He’s leaning against his door frame, wearing a baggy white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His black hair falls just above his eyes and the longer parts are somewhat tucked behind his ears. It’s flat and damp. By the looks of it, he’s freshly out of the shower. If his complexion wasn’t so pale, or if his nose wasn’t so runny, and if his voice wasn’t so congested—you’d be on your knees. 

Instead, your heart aches a little. He looks so tired and almost weak. His smile is the same and the way he reaches for you is too. If anything, you should have known he’d use his sickness as an advantage. 

You pout at the sight and he pouts in response. Silently, he tilts his head, waiting for you to come in his embrace. 

Just like that, you can’t even act like you’re still mad. You want to fold so bad the moment he offers a soft smile. It’s like all the fuming feelings suddenly disappear.. You’re not that easy.

You offer him a glare and shake your head. 

“I just came to drop this off,” You hold the food in front of him. His eyebrows knit together and the corner of his lips curve into a smirk. 

He leans his body forward, closes his eyes, and shakes his head at you. “Liar.”

“I’m serious.”

“And I’m sick,” he sings, taking the food from you. He quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you to his body. Crashing into his embrace, he wraps his arms around you and pats the top of your head. 

“You brought your lesson prep. I know you. Stay—”

You plop your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes. “You’re sick.”

“You’re here.” 

A beat. 

Yoongi says it so softly. So automatic and honestly? Romantic. There’s a ring to it and it does more than make your heart beat fast. Sometimes you can’t believe the words he says to you. How plain and simple they are… Yet, his words easily change everything between you two. It’s always been this way. Yoongi has always been good with words and you’ve always been good at falling in love with them. 

“Did your heart skip a beat? Are you not mad at me anymore?” He teases, attempting to lighten the mood. You frown in return. 

“T-that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sick,” you stutter, trying to compose yourself. He groans at you as you push away from him. Yoongi then backs up and opens the door wider for you. 

“I’ll stand here all night,” Yoongi challenges. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Just get inside, take care of me, and fall in love with me—”

Your eyes widen. 

Other people in your year live in this building! Is he insane?

“Okay, okay,” you shove past him, shutting the door. “Do you have to say that stuff so loudly? You have neighbours, you know?”

He grins. “I know.”

You end up falling asleep on the couch with him. 

Nothing much happened in between the little spat coming in and eating together. Actually, he refused to eat unless you ate with him. For every bite you took, he’d take as well. Even in times like these, Yoongi made sure to take care of you. 

When you stir awake, you peel his arms off of you and make your way to make some tea. His kitchen must be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s practically always neat and it had real things. Like, his kitchen is filled with proper cooking equipment! His kettle is this aesthetic glass one and it makes you think of stupid things like—is this what our kitchen would look like? The sunlight seeping through the window, a nice iland for counter space, and the fridge covered with magnets and photos of your favourite memories together? 

Picturing life with Yoongi has always been fun. It’s what you’ve been dreaming of for the past three years… But now that you’re here; standing in the very kitchen you’ve been daydreaming about… It feels unreal. It feels scary and like a sick joke. You’re so afraid of waking up and this not being your reality. More than anything, you wish for it to be. Nothing and no one has ever made you love life as much as he has. Though it’s terrifying, you have never loved anyone the way you love Yoongi. It’s fucking crazy just how much more mature and beautiful it unravels itself.. 

You don’t want it with anyone else. 

You don’t want to stand in someone else’s kitchen.

“Don’t go,” Yoongi stands in front of his door with his arms crossed. Turning the other cheek, he declares; “I’m sick.”

“I know you’re sick—”

“Sick of not being with you.”

“I hate you,” you laugh, hitting him playfully. He catches your wrists and tugs you close. He sways you two side to side for a moment. 

“You love me. You just won’t admit it yet.”

Your shoulders drop and you glare at him. He offers a cheeky smile and puts his hands up in surrender. “Don’t be mad at me! I’m sick.”

“Aki, you’re all better!” you exclaim, beginning to find this all too silly. You place the back of your hand on his forehead to triple-check. “You feel normal. We even checked your temperature with the thermometer about an hour ago. You ate. You even slept in until 12PM! I have to go for my closing—”

“I like spending time with you like this,” he confesses. “Maybe I should get sick more often.”

“Don’t you dare!”

He sticks his tongue out. “No promises.. So fine, leave. Go away. I’m gonna find ways to get sick again so we can have more of these sleepovers—”

“You promised me!” you urge, sticking your pinky out. “Promise me.” This time, your tone is stern and it’s really time for you to go.

He remains difficult.

“I’m running late, Yoongi. Hurry up and promise me.”

Your annoyed face causes him to sigh in defeat. Even so, he clasps his pinky with yours. Naturally, he lets his fingers intertwine with yours. “Promise,” he mumbles. “Geez, all this shit and no kiss goodbye.”

“What was that?” you ask, trying to process what he had just uttered. 

“Hmm?”

“Whatever,” you laugh, moving past him to head out the door. Before you open it, he tugs you back to him. For a moment, you forgot that you two were still holding hands. 

“No kiss goodbye?” he flirts, leaning in. 

You scrunch your nose at him.

“You’re sick, mister.”

“No, I’m not. My girlfriend told me I’m all better. Yeah, she’s even leaving for work and won’t kiss me goodbye—”

“Girlfriend,” you gasp. “Bold word choice.”

He pretends to contemplate. “Yeah, I mean.. Don’t really know what to call the girl that got me sick and then came over to take care of me—oh, and she has this huge crush on me—”

“Oh my god, shut up!” 

And before you can even stop yourself; your lips crash onto his. It’s soft and slow, but ever so needy. At first, Yoongi’s eyes widen but they easily flutter shut. It happens so quick! He kisses you with so much intention and for the first time in his life; he feels like he’s about to black out. How he sinks into the kiss and how the moment was just so right.. Fuck, would he be able to function after this?

Yoongi feels like he's peaking right now.

Nothing was better than this. 

Therefore, it was complete torture when you pulled away. It ends too fast. It ends with his lips tingling and craving for more. Meanwhile, you’re laughing at him, as he stands there starstruck. 

“Goodbye, boyfriend.”

You say it as a joke and head out the door. Once it shuts, Yoongi touches his lips, unable to process what had just happened. Did you just kiss him? Did he go to heaven for a moment? Why was it so perfect? 

Oh, he was falling for you. 

There was no way he could deny it from here on out.

It has to be you.

#bts fic #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #yoongi f2l #yoongi fic #suga fic #suga f2l #suga scenario #suga imagine #bts imagine

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S   P A R T   5 I V E

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

Thinking of Helel’s words, his voice, and the way he placed his hands on your body, exploring every inch of you, you felt a deep sensation of yearning and an anticipation….as if you wanted to see himl again so badly, but feared it at the same time. It thrilled you….being the prey, and he, the predator. “When he does…you’ll need to match his altitude…you with me, darling?” “Yes…yes I am.” “Kay.” Tightening his grip, he pulls you down onto his groin, removing the existing gaps between your bodies. You jolted as your hips dipped further down and rolled against his clothed crotch, your hands digging into his shoulders as you gasped and leaned slightly in, your breast caressing against his nose and lips. “Goooooood…”he remarks in a pleases tone. Moving your hips back and forth, he continues onward. “Heeseung, will want you to know how to move your body, whether he initiates it or not. Regardless, when his hands move…” he speaks as he simultaneously drags his hands upwards under your shirt and thin bra, he squeezes your breasts together, as his thumbs circulate your nipples. “He’ll expect you to keep going…whatever you do….do not stop.” Just as he said his piece, the tone of Helel’s voice and his words came back to memory from the night you encountered him… ‘I said…to keep moving pretty…..or do I need to teach you to listen?…’ Sunoo’s voice taps in as he continues to walk you through everything. Your mind begins to alternate between Sunni’s instruction and Helel’s stern tone when he expressed his displeasure whenever you paused your movements. “Heeseung can have a bad temper sometimes. While I know for sure he would never harm you, he is going to incorporate a bit of pain with pleasure, he wants to see all sides of you. Now, depending how mad you get him, he can be anywhere from gentle to brutally ruthless…I recommend you keep him happy. So always remember…” Your mind taps into Helel’s second warning that night… “DONT….FUCKING….STOP.” Snapping back to reality, Sunoo’s voice rings through your ears. “Always remember darling….never stop moving….don’t ever…fucking….stop.” As Sunoo retracts his hands, he relaxes them as he leans back into the chair and places both arms at a casual bend, his hands beneath the back of his head, the same position Helel had his when he laid flat back, and had you straddle him in a similar manner. Watching as you take the lead, he observes as you begin to lift all your hair with your hands, sensually keeping it up as the loose strands fall and drape over your face, your shoulders and breasts as you increase the pace of your movements.

Your hips roll, they dip, they push, and they pull. Speeding up once more, the memory of how you rode Helel all came back to your memory vividly, making you yearn more for him… The vibration of your pelvis becomes stronger as you start to moan. “Good! You’re a natural at this. He’s going to be so pleased to hear what I’ll have to tell him…you were meant for him, you know that?” “I-…I do…” “Yeah? You know you were meant to be his?” Sunoo whispers out. “I do…I do….” You moan out and gasped out a whimper or two in between as your hips gyrate in circular motion. “He loves you…he adores you…he wants you all to himself. He’s going to keep you….you know how much you mean to him?” “Yes….I do…” you moan out. “Good girl…let me ask you then, what is he to you?” Recalling everything, from the moment you met Jay, Jungwon, and now Sunoo, it had been ingrained into your mind, time after time, that this man, Helel, desired you…only you. He’s made it obvious to his brothers how he’s wanted nothing but you, and that you belonged to him. You were his, and his alone. You accepted it because death was inevitable for you, but at a moment such as this…you started to feel as if…. “Answer me darling, what is he to you?” Sunoo whispers out gently as he inquired for your impending response. ‘I don’t know him…how can I belong to someone I’ve never met before that night…how can I be tested as if I don’t have a day or have any rights….I’m just claimed as if I’m idolized property, not at all flesh and blood. It’s as if I have no freedom….I have no option to choose…how could I look at someone like him…as anything?…..but for some reason…as the days go by…the more I think of him…the more I….’ Answering, you responded with an answer that even shocked you as your mind, mouth, and heart went autopilot…. “….h-husband…..” His eyes widened with a shocked smile forming on his face. “GREAT answer darling!…Much different and better than what I was expecting to hear!” “Pl-please it’s not…I just….” You tried to speak as the electrifying sensation in your core rattles, causing you to moan and gasp for air as the pleasure became intense. “It’s not…not like-“ “I’ll be sure to tell him of what you said. He’s going to be so happy, you’re truly going to make his day darling.” Sunoo exclaims happily. “To think, how his face is going to appear when I tell him that you responded with…’husband’ oh gosh!” “N-no…plea-“ “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell him in a non -embarrassing way. You won’t have to worry.” “But I-“ “You’ll make him so happy….he’s going to love what you said about him. Darling…you are perfect. But more so, you’re perfect for him…” “Uuuugh…” you moaned as you felt the knot in your gut unraveling. “Oh-oh my God…!” “Do it darling. Your face looks so remarkable when it’s like this.” “….Oh my-…!” Before you could finish, you felt the overflow of your liquids gushing as you gripped on Sunoo’s chest. Panting, breathing in deep as you try to control the uncontrollable vibrations that traveled up and down your body, you lean your head all the way back as you moaned with your mouth wide open towards the ceiling. “Mmm…so perfect….” Sunoo whispered out.

P A R T 6 I X

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#kim sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo smut #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader

[sparklyslug]

tiiiiiiiime ago we talked about eddie finally graduating and not having much money, therefore not having anything nice to wear for the ceremony and he pretends not to care bc fuck school but steve knows that he really does care and takes it upon himself to finally spend the money he’s been saving up on buying eddie something to wear for graduation and giving it to him as a surprise the night before. so u should write that and u should make me cry. thank u. (bonus points if this is pre them actually getting together bc that’ll make me cry even more)

Eddie rests his hips back against the porch railing, crossing his arms over his chest and hoping to shit he looks cool doing it. Wishes he had his leather jacket, but it’s fucking June and that thing has been put all the way through “cool” and right into “post-apocalyptic.” 

He’s kept it, though. Because it’s one of the few things he has that are really his– most of his clothes were casualties of half his fucking house getting ripped through an evil alternate universe. What he’s got now is a loose assembly of things that have been borrowed, or picked up from bins at the high school, or foisted on him by some teenager. He’s never worn so many shades of pastel in his life, and he’s pretty sure they’re giving him actual hives. 

Anyway. He doesn’t feel cool. In this borrowed shirt with stripes and the kind of collar he’d never fucking choose to wear, standing in front of Steve Harrington. King of Cool. Who wears everything that's ever touched his body like it was meant to be there. Even, most memorably, most frustratingly, most deliciously, Eddie’s own battle vest. Steve gave it back to him, but swear to god Eddie doesn’t think it even fits him anymore. Like it had permanently and lovingly reshaped itself around Steve’s back and shoulders.

Eddie kind of gets it. 

“I’ll let you get back to your party in a second,” Steve is saying, while Eddie tries not to look too obviously at his back and shoulders. “I just wanted to, you know. Give you something.”

That brings Eddie back to Earth. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mutters, ducking his head and hoping Steve can’t see anything as mortifying as a blush. 

“Hey, you only graduate from high school once,” Steve says with a grin, stepping close to knock his elbow against Eddie’s. And then steps back again, sorrow of sorrows. 

“Well, that’s what they say about senior year too, and look what happened,” Eddie says. And steps close to knock his elbow against Steve’s in return, because he can’t help himself. But then also steps back, because he’s actually trying to. 

“Right, fine, so if you have another graduation, I’m not getting you shit for that one,” Steve huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Get over here, man.”

And he pulls a small, flat box out of his back pocket, offers it to Eddie with a grin. 

Eddie makes a goofy ooh hoo hoo eager noise and rips into it with a grin. He’s not expecting–well, he doesn’t know what he was expecting. But the grin falls off his face a little, when he tosses the lid to the side and sees–

“I know you think it’s probably some like. Corporate bullshit, or whatever,” Steve is saying, suddenly at Eddie’s elbow, an unaccountably nervous quiver in his voice. “But tomorrow’s a big day, and there’s nothing wrong with something a little uh. A little special. Right?”

It’s a tie. It’s a deep burgundy tie, shiny and silky in the light of the porch. It’s dotted with small black shapes, and when Eddie brings it close to his face, trying to make it out in the dim light, he can see they’re little flowers. Like, daisies or something. Black ones. 

Eddie’s throat, weirdly, closes up. And all at once he’s trying not to cry, as he slowly traces a fingertip over the soft (so soft!) weave of the tie, lifting it to wind it between his fingers. 

So he doesn’t immediately register that Steve, next to him, is absolutely freaking out. 

“--color could be all wrong, Wayne just said you were wearing a white button down and I thought, uh, figured that would match,” Steve is saying, when Eddie finally tunes back in. “And the flowers were just– I thought they were nice, not like, I wasn’t trying to say anything weird with it, I just kind of thought like. Black flowers, that’s funny. That’s Eddie. Not! Not like you’re funny. I mean. You are funny, but I didn’t–”

“Whoa now,” Eddie says with a laugh, somehow dares to put a hand out to rest on Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t pull a muscle there Harrington. It’s great”

“Oh,” Steve says. Grimacing, like maybe he did actually pull something. “Shit. I was worried.”

“Wow, really?” Eddie says, deadpan. “Never would have guessed.”

“Fuck you,” Steve says easily, with a small smile. Shakes his head, and steps back, away from Eddie’s touch. “So, anyway. Congratulations, Eddie. That’s all I wanted to say.”

The hand that had just been on Steve’s shoulder is cold, where it’s dropped back down to his side. And the one with the tie wrapped around it feels like the fabric is warming in his hand, picking up his heartbeat. 

“I don’t, uh,” Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve never tied one of these before. Can you show me?” And then he has to take a second to reflect on how, wow. He’s fucking brave huh?

Steve steps back in, looking kind of relieved, and slides the tie out of his hand. “Sure, man. No problem.”

Eddie is suddenly so very happy with this weird, loser polo shirt that used to belong to someone at least a size and a half bigger than he is. Because it’s got the kind of collar Eddie would never wear, the kind of collar Steve is currently threading a tie through. Eddie bows his head a little, so Steve can get it across the back of his neck, and also so Steve doesn’t see the way his eyes flutter closed at the brush of fingertips against his hair. 

He looks up when Steve’s hands are in front of him again, Steve’s gaze intent as he starts working his way through some bizarre series of loops and knots, making tiny noises of triumph or annoyance, based on progress or setbacks that Eddie can’t really understand. But then, he’s not even remotely paying attention. 

He loves to see Steve like this. Focused. Eyes on the prize. Man on a mission. But to see Steve like this, and in any way even remotely focused on Eddie? Shit, man. Fuck the tie, Steve doesn’t even know the kind of gift he’s giving him right now. 

“I normally do this on myself,” Steve admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Kind of hard from this angle. I keep thinking of how to do it like. Backwards and reverse.”

Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he says. “And this is actually, pretty sure, the only thing I own that’s really mine.”

Steve doesn’t look at him, but his hands slow down, resting for a second high on Eddie’s chest. 

“I’ve got shit from the donation bin, I’ve got hand me downs. I’ve got clothes from dead people which is, uhh. You’d think it would be kind of metal? Actually mostly it’s. Not. But this–”

He brings up his hand, presses it over both of Steve’s, and the tie beneath it. Silky and smooth, still a little cool to the touch under Steve’s warm hands. 

“This is all mine,” Eddie says, quietly. “And it’s from you.”

Steve’s hands go still. And then press flat, slowly, over Eddie’s chest. 

“I could,” Steve swallows, brings his eyes up at last to meet Eddie’s. “I could tie it on myself, then loosen it so you can put it on over your head.”

Eddie lifts a hand, slides it gently through Steve’s hair. “Sure,” he says distantly. “Sounds good.”

Steve’s hands tighten around the tie and reel him in. And makes an incredible noise of surprise right against Eddie’s lips, like he wasn’t the one who pulled Eddie close, who’s sliding his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, as Eddie gets both hands around that perfect denim-wrapped ass and pulls Steve in, staggering back a little against the wall. 

If Eddie gets another graduation, yeah. The bar for congratulatory presents just officially got impossibly high.

#YESSSSS TY FOR THE PROMPT #steddie as she goes boys #my fic #asks #prompts #stranger things fic #mop

[broodwolf221]

helloooo i would LOVE some 'i would enjoy talking.' for bull x solas?

tfw i think im done writing for the night and u come in with a beautiful prompt that immediately has my brain going lm a o so! have some established relationship bull and solas, talking through ptsd @dadrunkwriting 923 words cws: frank discussion of war and battle

“Been a bit since you've been in my room, Fadewalker,” he said lightly, Solas sighing.

“Apologies.” 

“Don't do that.” Solas sighed again, closing his book and meeting Bull's eye. 

“Do what?” His voice was sharp, challenging. 

“It was an observation, not an accusation.” Solas' eyes narrowed before he sighed for a third time, shoulders slumping. 

“I…”

“If you wanna stop, you just need to say so. Not here to push.” The mage shook his head, now with a faint smile. 

“It's not that. I appreciate our arrangement. It is simply that I've not… been in the mood.”

“Yeah.” He hesitated, uncertain if he would press, but— “Since Adamant, huh?” Solas grew very still and Bull nodded to himself. “It was a shit show.” For a moment the elf’s gaze drifted, falling to the tabletop. He tapped the surface once, twice, a third time, then laid his palm flat against it and pushed himself up.

“Come, please,” he said simply, before walking out to the main hall. Bull followed at his side. They were both familiar members of the Inquisition—enough people would see them as comrades discussing the matters at hand. And if some saw it as more, well, Bull had grown used to gossip long ago. They walked down the stairs, through the courtyard, and towards the newly refurbished mages tower—interesting, that—and then a bit further, to a nearly abandoned part of the battlements. It was flush against the inner keep and patrols rarely bothered to come this far.

About as private as they could get, outside of a bedroom.

“You brought me here for a reason,” he said into the lingering silence. Eventually Solas nodded, bracing his arms against the stone ledge and staring into the distance. He wasn’t looking at the scenery, Bull knew. He was seeing something else entirely. “You wanna talk?”

“I… yes. Please.” He lost some of his distance, glancing back at Bull. “It feels inappropriate to trouble you further. You have given me much—”

“I’m not keeping count, Solas,” he said firmly, watching as the mage frowned before scoffing, turning back to the view. “Pretty clear that the whole thing is fucking with you.”

“So it is.”

Bull knew not to pry. He knew. Even without his training, he’d have cause to be suspicious of Solas. He talked a lot, at times, and gave his opinions freely, but all the while he kept everything about himself private. If he did reveal something, it was vague. All his answers were difficult to prove and he was careful to keep it that way. He didn’t know if he should credit his training or his own experiences for the sense of familiarity with that reserve, the unshakeable sensation that, yes, Solas was guarded, was reserved, was keeping himself held back… but that there was more to it. He also knew that if he pushed, the other man would clam right up. Gather his caution and privacy around himself like a cloak and excuse himself from the conversation, probably with some scathing witticism. He had to be allowed to speak, not encouraged, if one was to get anything of worth out of him.

Bull didn’t understand why he had to be so damn careful, but it was clear that he did. So he gave it time. They looked across the mountains together. And when Solas finally did begin to speak, it was careful, it was deliberate, and it was as true as he felt he could be.

“It has been a long time since I was in a battle like that.” He paused, then sighed. “No. Not a battle. Since I was in war. It is… harder than I thought it would be, now that we have returned. The Fade should preoccupy my thoughts. I walked in it! However terrible it was, it was an amazing experience! I should treasure that, I should—” he cut himself off with a snarl, glancing away. Bull let him build up his composure again. It took time, but that was alright. “Still. It is not the Fade I think about. It is that battlefield. The sound of it. The smell of it…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I— apologies. This cannot be easy for you to hear.”

“Well. I guess that’s true. But I’m here anyway. I don’t gotta be, but I am. And I’m not leaving. So speak, Fadewalker.” Solas snorted, sobering a moment later. 

“It is just… naively, perhaps, I had not thought to be in such a situation again. It seemed that all our fighting would take place in brief skirmishes. They are challenging as well, of course, and there is a great deal I remember from them that I would sooner not, but it is not the same. The anticipation before the battle. The raw wave of emotion from the soldiers. The overwhelming immediacy of it all. A battle done but more ahead, always more ahead, no peace afforded save moving between fights, it is—” he paused to rub at his face, then straightened up. “I did not think it would affect me in this way.”

“I understand,” was all he said. All he could say. Anything, everything else would be a hollow comfort, a platitude. Solas knew this misery. So did he. They shared that knowledge, as shitty as it was. Solas looked at him for a long time, and Bull met his gaze steadily. Eventually the mage nodded.

“So you do. Thank you.”

“Nothing to it.” Solas smiled, both of them knowing the lie for what it was.

#dadw time #broodwrites #ironwolf #the iron bull #solas

[noki-is-soup]

HELLO NOKI

I would love to request smut imagines(?) with Cc!George, Cc!sapnap, and Cc!Karl (separate) like CNC with them and a dom cis male reader if that’s ok! You don’t have to do all three, if u wish to just do 1 or 2 feel free to do so, also feel free to ignore!! Take ur time:))

ᑕᑎᑕ: ᘜᗴOᖇᘜᗴᑎOTᖴOᑌᑎᗪ, Kᗩᖇᒪ ᒍᗩᑕOᗷᔕ, ᔕᗩᑭᑎᗩᑭ

♥️Pairings:

♦️cc!George x amab!dom!Reader, cc!Sapnap x amab!dom!Reader, cc!Karl x amab!dom!Reader

♣️Warnings:

♠️Dom!Reader, CNC/Somnophilia, Smut, AMAB Reader, Pills, Buttplugs

Notes: THIS WAS SO HOT- I love CNC <333

CNC >>> Everything else

MASTERLIST

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GeorgeNotFound:

George sleeps, and he sleeps a lot. And heavily too. So when he brought up the idea of you fucking him in his sleep, you were ecstatic. It would be a nice time together, even if he wasn’t exactly aware of it.

So, when you got to his flat late at night and saw him asleep on the couch, you knew exactly what he and you wanted. As you made your way over, you could feel your lower half aching as you watched him sleep.

He turned over to his side as you laid a hand on his boxers, pulling them down. The AC blowing caused goosebumps to raise on both of your skin, your own eyes dilating as they fell to the buttplug nestled between his cheeks.

You grabbed the pale skin and pulled it away, letting it jiggle and snap back to place. As you pulled out the jeweled object, he let out a small groan. He shifted onto his back, annoying you slightly. You spread his legs apart and pulled down your sweatpants.

You leaned over to spit onto your own aching cock before pumping it, letting the head rest next to his fluttering hole. You slowly pressed in, watching as his face twisted. He didn’t wake up, surprising, but his breathing did pick up.

As you bottomed out, he rolled his hips, letting out a small groan. His erection was pressed against the small amount of fabric that was falling down his hips. You grabbed it and pumped it a few times before rocking your hips into him.

He let out a loud moan, eyes opening slowly, a smile falling onto his face. His hips rolled again as he closed his eyes again, seemingly falling asleep again. You picked up a faster pace when you were sure he was asleep, dropping his hard cock and instead focusing on your own pace.

He was close, you could tell. His hips lifted more and he tried to roll over more frequently than not. He groaned loudly before white liquid coated his lower stomach. You thrusted a few more times before throwing your head back and releasing inside of him.

——————

Karl Jacobs:

Karl overworked himself way too much, so when he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. That meant you two didn’t have the most alone time together, so you both decided that once a week, you were allowed to fuck him while he was asleep.

You two lived together, so it shouldn’t be hard to find a time when you were awake while he was asleep.

One day when you had to work late, you came home and found him asleep in your shared bed. Excitement filled your body when you saw him laying on his side with his mouth hanging open.

You reached a hand into your sweatpants and stroked up and down your cock, pulling down your pants. You walked over to the side that he was facing and slipped your cock into his mouth, listening as he made slight choked sounds. As you thrusted into his mouth, the choked noises got louder until they turned into moans.

When you looked down, you saw one of his eyes open and shut again. You knew he was awake, but he wasn’t for long. His breathing evened out again, letting you continue to thrust into his mouth.

When you felt like you were getting close, you pulled out and jerked off until you released on his face. You swiped your thump around and picked some up, slipping it into you mouth for him to suck on.

He let out a final moan. His voice sounded ruined and scratchy. He rolled his hips onto the bed and let out a load groan. When you looked down at his crotch, there was a wet spot near his thigh.

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Sapnap:

Unlike George and Karl, Sapnap didn’t’t sleep that heavily; not enough for him to not wake up during sex. So, he asked if you would drug him and fuck him until he was shooting blanks. You agreed, thinking it would be fun.

So, when he got the pills in the mail, he invited you over immediately. When you got there, he was passed out on his bed. He was laying on his stomach, snoring quietly.

Watching him sleep aroused you in an odd way. You pulled down your boxers and pants at the same time, jumping up on the bed. You slapped his ass, listening to the groan he let out. You reached out from under him and pumped his cock until it was twitching violently in your hand.

Sapnap moaned when you stopped holding, rolling his hips onto the mattress. His unconscious body must have liked that, because he continued to do it until you held his hips still. He groaned, adjusting his head laying on the pillow.

You pulled apart his cheeks, slapping them again and again until they were red and burning. He tried to roll his hips again, but you slipped in without warning, seeing as he was already stretched open. He let out a loud moan before pushing his hips into yours, trying to pull you deeper.

You didn’t stop thrusting until Sapnap cummed for the first time. When you continued thrusting, he let out a whine of overstimulation. You didn’t cum until he came for the second time.

Around the fourth time he came, you could tell the pills were about to wear off. You tried to fuck him a few more times, yet when his eyes opened, you knew it was over.

He looked back at you with a fucked out smile and let you pull out before slowly turning over. He leaned forward to kiss you before actually falling asleep without the pill’s affects. Sapnap pulled you down to cuddle and whispered in your ear:

“I had the best dream when you were fucking me.”

#mcyt #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcytblr #minecraft youtubers #dsmp x reader #gnf x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound #gnf #amab!reader #GeorgeNotFound x amab!reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x reader #sapnap #Sapnap x amab!reader #karl jacobs x male!reader #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #karl x reader #karl #karl jacobs #smut #GeorgeNotFound smut #Sapnap smut #Karl Jacobs smut #Noki:flushed:

[faeryarchives]

would it be weird?

wherein person a and b knew much about each other being best friends but sometimes person a cannot see the way they really look at each other

gender neutral!reader x ruggie bucchi

"hi hi (name) and ruggie! can i ask you guys a question?" kalim suddenly appeared out of nowhere with jamil - making theirselves welcomed by sitting next to you and ruggie in the cafeteria which is surprisingly almost empty.

well almost.

"no you canno-"

"sure you can!" you said and then drinking from your water bottle, youcould see the dorm leader having a very curious look on his face while the vice leader just gave you two a shrug as if telling 'once you get kalim's attention, there is no way out.'

as if getting a permission to get his favorite cookie from the cookie jar, kalim didn't wait any second and finally asking the question that all of your friends had been wondering about.

"how long have you two been together?"

jamil could swore he just watched the funniest thing in his life, ruggie accidentally dropping his doughnut while you spat your water at the dorm leader making him let out a screech in surprise.

"what was that for?!"

"what do you mean going out?" "we are just friends, right ruggie?!" when your eyes met bluish-gray ones for a moment before the hyena looked at the other side and for some reason you could see a faint blush on his cheeks and his ears flat on his head

hearing the commotion, another cry was heard from somewhere in the room. "what do you mean you aren't dating?! so all this time you've been flirting as friends?!" it turns out it was ace with a really dumbfounded look as if learning the earth isn't flat at all

"yeah! where did you get the idea of us dating anyway?" you cannot avoid the odd look ace threw at you, making it difficult to fight off the butterflies in your stomach.

'yeah i do like ruggie but what do you guys mean by dating? he doesn't look at me in that way right?'

"oh gosh are you two for real now? i mean everyone already knows everything except for the two of you." jamil whispered before calmly eating his curry, very invested in the situation.

everyone then turn to ruggie who finally let out a sigh before standing up and still avoiding your gaze. without any word, he grabbed you by your wrist, dragging you until you two reach the botanical garden.

"ok ruggie, tell me what is wrong right now or i will-"

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” a crush? ruggie is crushing on someone? it hurt you a bit but nevertheless you gave him your answer

“well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.” you tried giving him your best death glare but in his view? you literally look like an angry pomeranian making him laugh and ruffle your head.

"nah, never mind. you really look cute today."

"thank- wait what?!"

"i said you look like a wild goose."

"hey that is not nice! but, you know?" all of a sudden, you gave ruggie a big back hug while nuzzling your face into his back - not minding his shocked gasp at your actions. "what are you doing?"

"would it be weird if i told you i like you right now?"

"... i like you too now give me my hug again." you guys end up cuddling under the big tree, falling asleep in each other's arms.

extra

in the branch of the tree, leona's nose scrunched up in annoyance, not expecting to wake up to witness two people confessing to each other.

"for the love of great seven, i just want to rest why do you make me suffer this way."

and he got stuck in that tree until dawn - falling asleep eventually.

ok that is for au #1 this week actually i got a lot planned but i am really short on free time now ueueueu i hope u enjoyed <3

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #faeryarchives #twst imagines #twst scenarios #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader

[sharkpupsblog]

😭 Back Pains 😭

A Katja x GN! Soul Rider Reader Fanfic!

Wooo!!!! Another silly fluffy Katja fic!!!! Once again I’m not using the ‘Katja freezes everything she touches’ thing to make it extra fluffy :D had a lot of fun with this one but it feels a bit ooc and short :( …so sorry for that 😭💔 also I SUCK at commas and all that I’m so sorry for that :( hoping to improve on it soon🙏 huge Ty to @ mistfalldruid for the req I had so much fun writing this silly fluffy fic u saved Katja fans from my angst evils 🤭 also I realized this is my fifth katja fic wow . 😭❤️ anyways ty and enjoy !!! :D ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You spend time with Katja after you get hurt and she worries for you.

Warnings: none.

You lay down on your stomach on Katja’s bed. You stretch and let out a quiet groan as your bones crackle and pop. Once you’re done stretching you let out a sigh going completely flat on the bed your body slowly relaxing. Today had been hard your team accidentally bumped with Katja’s during a mission to destroy a Dark Core machine in Hollow Woods and obviously Katja’s team wasn’t fine with letting you do that, so a fight broke out. While you gathered enough energy to destroy the machine your friends fought the dark riders. You thought you were safe from the fight and that you were clear to do your job but right as you were about to deliver the final blow Sabine and Khaan came out of nowhere and knocked you off your horse. You hit the ground hard. Hard enough to knock all the air out of your lungs and leave you with a horrible pain in your back. Your horse kept running for a bit before realizing you had been knocked off. When you recovered you got back up with the help of your horse who came running back to you when they realized you were not on their back anymore and together you both destroyed the machine. As you did you kept your guard up terrified to get hurt again. Once the fighting was over due to the fact that the machine was destroyed Jay and Sabine rode off. Katja looked for you and once she found you and you made eye contact with her, she looked to Valedale she was trying to tell you to meet her there. When you nodded, she rode off following her teammates. Your friends didn’t see Katja’s interaction with you since you were behind them, and they were celebrating their win. When their little celebration was done you told your friends you would stay behind and clean up. once you were done with cleaning you could see Katja, but Alex told you they would do it. Alex and the others saw your fall, and you went red clearly embarrassed, but they assured you that you were fine and since it looked like a hard hit it would be better if you went home to rest. You got on your horse you thanked your friends wishing them luck with the clean up and you rode to Valedale If they asked you any questions about it you would just say you took the Valedale trailer home. Once in Valedale you rode up the little mountain that held the entrance to the Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur. You rode into the entrance taking the elevators down into the valley and then you rode through it and to the ice witch lair. You rode slow because of the ice and because your back was killing you. when you made it to the lair the magic protecting the entrance slowly faded and the ice spikes that looked like fangs slowly went down to let you in. when it was clear to go in you led your horse inside to a little spot where Mortifa was eating hay. You had taken a while to get here so Katja got home first. Your horse neighed and Mortifa neighed back welcoming you both. You took your horse’s reins off and you put them away watching as your horse trotted over to Mortifa to join her in eating. You walked deeper into the lair, and you went straight to Katja’s room thinking she would be in there. She wasn’t but you were too tired and sore with no energy to go and look for her, so you laid down on her bed. And now here you were on her bed waiting for her. You sighed again this time the sigh was from boredom. You closed your eyes maybe you could catnap while you waited for her. You closed your eyes only a few seconds passing before you felt a blanket be draped on you. You opened your eyes seeing Katja and what was draped on you was not a blanket it was her poncho. You smiled at her, and she smiled back at you sitting next to you she put her hand on your back. She watched your face making sure you were not in too much pain before rubbing your back “how are you feeling?” She asked you and you hummed “like shit” you laughed softly “your friend hits hard.” Katja’s nose scrunched a bit in anger and her brows furrowed “I saw what she did and that brute is not my friend” she shook her head Katja didn’t want any harm to come to you she was angry really fucking angry.

Angry enough to cause her magic to react to her emotion making her hand cold, cold enough for you to feel through the poncho and your clothes. You shivered a bit, and you said her name causing her to tense as she realized how cold she had gotten she quickly removed her hand from your back apologizing. You reached for her hand, and once she made sure it was safe she allowed you to grab it. You kissed her palm and then the back of her hand making her relax she frowned “I should have kept an eye on you.” You shook your head “it’s my fault I should have been looking around” you let her hand go propping yourself up on your elbows letting out a quiet groan of pain as you did. You laughed and you covered your eyes with your hands confessing something to her “I’m so embarrassed!” You laughed more your cheeks turning red “I keep imagining how it happened and I feel it must have looked incredibly silly” you huffed and smiled at Katja she did not return the smile. “It looked horrible It didn’t look silly” when she said ‘silly’ it sounded angry. you sat up when she said that the poncho sliding off of you as you sat up. You frowned “Katja I’m fine” you picked the poncho up from behind you putting it on you loved her poncho it was really warm and soft, and it smelled like her perfume which you loved because it smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. “I’m fine I really am and if I don’t laugh about the pain in my back then I’ll cry about it” you rubbed your back it still hurt a lot. “Don’t be upset Katja I’m fine” you pouted a bit when the angry look on her face remained. She let out a huff looking away from you not wanting to see the sad look on your face and you scooted over to her nudging her. “Laugh with me?” You kissed her shoulder that got her attention she looked at you the angry look on her face gone replaced with a surprised one. Your smile returned and you kissed her shoulder again and even though she was still a bit angry she smiled back because she knew you hated seeing her upset and she loved the affection she got from you “I promise I’ll stick by you next time” you rest your head on her chest and she messed with your hair. Katja was about to say something to you, but you beat her in speaking “also I’m stealing your poncho” you were playing with her trying to lighten the mood and remove any negative emotions she had left. She let out an amused laugh “you wouldn’t be stupid enough to dare steal it from me.” You kissed her cheek before you slowly started to scoot off the bed and she narrowed her eyes at you “don’t you dare” She saw you look behind her and she followed your gaze seeing you look at the door. She was about to stand to block the door of her room, but you beat her, and you got off the bed laughing loudly as you ran out of the room. Katja laughed surprised by your little game, and she stood up running after you. The rest of your day was full of laughter, and you completely forgot about the pain in your back and Katja forgot her anger.

TY FOR READING! ❤️❤️❤️🐎🐎🐎

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[sundropglass]

6, 10, 15?

thanks so much Felis <3<3

6 - Til

Til is our cold Tree goddess, who's always gently boiling with rage and hatred under the surface. She comes across as very sarcastic and speaks in a flat tone. She can push through pain and get whatever work that's needed to be done, done. In a good mood, she's an agent of chaos and can bring a lot of sarcastic fun to things a bit like Nette can

She's somewhat of a cold and a bit scary mother to most parts, so they tend to stay away. But not Dosy. She and Dosy 'jokingly' started dating, because Til's one of the few that can be co-concious with Dosy and they end up taking on a lot of the same tasks together. but her heart's been very much softened by Dosy's gentle doting, so they just kinda.. Got married? (+ they're both dating R but its together rather than seperate for the most part. at least for Til)

>This is their song< , in a way it's a vow to be loyal completely to Dosy first and foremost

10 - Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty, or 🥀 (wilted rose) is one of the Flower parts from the second era of Flowers. She's a very silent and somber part to Belle 1(who's known to be overly ecstatic and cheerful). She struggles a lot with being nonverbal, so it's both very hard to talk about her or to find evidence of her being there. Personality-wise she's a lot like a sad, bit younger Dosy

We dubbed her Sleeping Beauty, because in the past when anything related to sexual abuse was triggered, she'd fall asleep nearly immediately. I've slept up to 12 hours straight before because she wouldn't be able to wake up, either in a suicidal never-wake-up way or by being trapped in trauma memory dreams

15 - Kale

If you've seen Peter Cottontail on my art account, that's just him. the OC came to me all at once and I had a sense that I knew everything about him, and have known forever... :x never thought he was a part, not for a year at least. In that way.. It's like he's the inverse of an introject? Oc I didn't know was a part (but he's still an introject in the traditional, based-on-abuser(?) way too)

Kale is very much ruled by trauma, being a fight and flight part. He can be very blunt and straight to the point and doesn't put things gently to R whenever a need's really not being met. He hates having friends, because so many friendships have ended in hurt. (He says the people in our DID friend circle are pretty safe though) He's pretty depressed and negative most the time, and it comes out in snappy one-liners to scare off the smalls, especially Hidey. He cares, but it's in a reforming persecutor way so he can be a bit rough u u

#the personas #til tag #🥀 #kale tag #thank you for the ask felis <33 someone inside says 'sorry you pulled all the negative ones' but I'm also not sorry because they're #very valuable parts and Im certain other people appreciate them too u u #til is the sleeping beauty to belle 2 kinda #but sleeping beauty is a lot more gentle with belle 1 than til is with belle 2 #and kale isnt connected very much to the flowers #but hes part of the mr h and hidey trinity

[rosyjuly]

hi rosy i sent an ask a little while ago with a noah kahan song and i’m back with another! this time it’s <a href=https://genius.com/Noah-kahan-still-lyrics>still</a> which is unfortunately so prince au galex. particularly when they’re moving out of their flat :( “you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it” and “you find love that lasts a while then you lose the reasons” both really resonated in that context- there’s really no big tragedy, just life and the sad reality of their situation catching up to them, and then everything kind of falls apart. i could probably talk abt this forever but i just wanted to share that connection with u bc it’s an achingly beautiful song for and achingly beautiful fic !

ahhh i remember, strawberry wine from the same singer for the cellar verse, right?

You light a fire inside yourself, let it burn / Stare up at a starless sky / It's like I'm still here with you

this is absolutely george thinking back of their time together after they break up :((( once again you're so right! you get it!

#prince au #rosy.ask

[otomebanshou]

Charade Maniacs -- opinionated piece

Just gonna leave my thought's here. Be warned this is an OPINIONATED piece. No means a *review* of any sorts but this was how I felt about Charade Maniacs. THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS SO PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE TO READ PAST THE LINE!

So, after a very trialing journey, Charade Maniacs has been cleared. Defeated like the annoying final boss that drags on just a little too long.

Based on that, you might think I hate the game. Honestly? Yes and no. I think the game's biggest flaw is it wants to accomplish so much but accomplishes so little due to the fact the writing is pretty much atrocious.

Beware of spoilers below.

This otome... should've just not been an otome. I like "among us" plots, but this is probably the most poorly executed one I've ever read (otome or not). I just think there are better ones available as the routes themselves are rather short and you (Hiyori) are practically in love with them before you even blink. Also the LIs almost all fall flat. Minus a few of my personal faves: Ebana, Futami, and Iochi. These three stand out as the most intriguing cast members, Ebana especially once you let the story cook for once. Ebana being my #1 as his route felt like it offered the most payoff and balance. Hiyori's a bit insensitive and makes a very SUS comment about his trauma so I got a bit a beef with her. Futami is also a very interesting cast member as you come to learn he's not quite sane haha. But it made it interesting, plus he's one of the few to not be so weirdly quick to fall in love with Hiyori. Their relationship seems to rely on trust and working with one another which is a lot more believable than a majority of the cast.

Iochi, minus the questionable FBI flirting and suggestive comments with a minor, their route was pretty fun. Heart racing moments, but I found it quite predictable.

As for everyone else? Boring, forgettable, or just whatever.

Honorable trash mentions because I'm still mad!

Chigasaki, my first introduction to the game. I was EXCITED. Just to experience one of the WORST otome routes I've ever played. I've never felt so insulted by the blatant piss poor writing. Chigasaki goes from super sweet and feeling safe around him in the entire common route to colder than the ice in the Antarctic. No seriously, he even gave Hiyori some attitude. And omg don't get me started on the Arcadian father subplot that they just brought up then dropped in the next scene. Absolutely shocked that was given a green light to keep in the game. Wow. Gyobu. Just delete him. I'm ok with flirts (I love flirts actually), sexual comments, anything considered trashy in otome games. It's fiction. But I enter this weird area when it involves the MC being a MINOR. The difference between Iochi's and Gyobu's comments: multiple things really but Iochi isn't doing it EVERY FUCKING SCENE. Scene changes? Gyobu has to make some comment about Hiyori should kiss him, hold his hand, and the sexual harassment he would do to her. Dazai even remarked that he was a sexual harasser. It wasn't funny, it was cringe. And annoying. If he did this once or twice every few scenes, I'd probably not rank him as the WORST LOVE INTEREST ever to exist, but like... he doesn't even change once they confess their absolutely unbelievable feelings. He just stays true to being a sex offender! I'm sorry to be so heated over this but like wow.

Now what did I think about the Other World Stream and Producer, Sponsor and Fanatic and.. everything else? Honestly. Confusing. I think everything ended up blending together to the point I was getting confused of who we were actually going after. Sometimes the Director was nice in the routes or he'd just be unfair (which I expected him to always be unfair) and other times he just was like "yeah u win! lol u can go home with ur boyfriend and they can stay" or they'd change it and be like "oh 9 of u can go but 1 has to stay" which honestly drove me a litttttle crazy.

I only played 2 routes before I took a break for Virche Evermore's release as that was a priority for me to play so it's not like I really forgot bits and pieces.

Then this past month of December I pretty much binged the game so you would think a lot of things would make sense, right? Wrong. It doesn't. It feels like the game wanted each route to be some different among us game. It drove me bonkers bro. So like are you telling me, there are different sponsors??? Why? My head legit hurts even trying to make sense of what I just went through as I write this hodgepodge mess of a piece. I literally just want to make sense of it all. The only positive(s?) I can really say is: This game is only worth really playing for Ebana's route. He truly had a wonderful story and as someone who has experienced some trauma and unwanted touching, I really felt for Ebana and appreciated his story being told (minus Hiyori's awful thought comment wishing she was the pedophile who kissed and traumatized Ebana. absolutely WEIRD of the writers to even put that in, but OK I GUESS!)

I really wanted to like this game. I kept going and pushing because I wanted to find something special about this game. I love Period Cube a big amount but even I will tell you the game is bad, but I liked it because it had charm and still brought something different to the table. In my opinion, this game does none of that, sadly. Especially since Otomate already has an "among us" otome (Psychedelica of the Black Butterfly) and mystery titles that are just... better. But luckily I did find one gem: Ebana. Which is why: This is NOT my worst otome game but, it is in fact, my 2nd worst otome game I've ever played. (#1 worst otome is Cafe Enchante if you're curious lol)

Rating: 4/10, only recommend if on a big sale. Take breaks in between routes, maybe even write down some of the plot points and who ends up proving to be SUS AF. That opener is a BANGER tho!! P.S. Futami's route is not as bad as everyone makes it out to be. In fact, it's fine. The two routes I've listed as honorable trash are in fact way worse and more frustrating. Futami's was at least enjoyable, not creepy on a minor MC, and at times he was the most romantic of the bunch. The ring scene is one of the most heartracing scenes and felt very meaningful. I just think the hate is a little mind blowing. Sorry I'm on the Futami Protection squad! P.P.S RIP PALT WAS NEVER WISHED TO BE REVIVED! WE FORGOT THE AA BATTERIES MOM TURN AROUND!!! lol P.P.P.S the "Truth" ending is absolute ass and way too damn long. It's just 2-3 hours of a plot dump that still leaves you feeling "wtf". Abysmal.

[themculibrary]

Romance Masterlist 2

part one

(Body) Shots Between Friends (ao3) - scalphunter steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Bucky/Steve + club 'body shots' challenge.

That, is exactly, how Bucky ends up on his knees, a shot glass lodge in the waistband of Steve’s jeans, his shirt hoisted up to show off firm abdomen.

Excuse for porn with a whole lot of plot. Need I say more?

Boy of the Stars (ao3) - startraveller776 jane/loki G, 3k

Summary: 13-year-old Jane Foster is stargazing late one night when she happens upon an unexpected visitor from another world.

Bright Things and Fair (ao3) - sheron steve/tony T, 21k

Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth — and neither did time-travel to retrieve the Tesseract. When circumstances outside their control force Steve and Tony to spend more time together in the 1970, they do what two people with their history do under the circumstances: work together and try to get through it without unnecessary feelings getting in the way. Falling for each other is definitely a bad idea, isn’t it?

Built Up a World of Magic (ao3) - enchantedsylvie loki/sylvie T, 2k

Summary: “She lives in a fairy tale somewhere too far for us to find.

Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind”

― Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore

Once upon a time...

In another universe, another timeline.

Coffee into Theorems (ao3) - BladeoftheNebula steve/tony, clint/phil E, 21k

Summary: When Natasha actually smiles at Barnes and Barnes in return gets to call her ‘Nat’ without being killed in a scary and extremely painful way, Tony decides Barnes hasn’t just encroached on his territory, he’s fucking invaded and set up a new regime.

Or: In which Tony acquires a family, then a Steve and Bucky Barnes returns from the dead to ruin Tony’s life.

Decisions, Decisions (ao3) - 55SPF bucky/clint T, 4k

Summary: Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes are on a stakeout together, thanks to Janet's amazing leadership skills. (Love u Jan). Clint's kind of annoying, Bucky's kind of awkward, it's a whole thing. Can they still get the work done while Clint's being a total disaster?

Draw, Breathe, Fire (ao3) - FestiveFerret bucky/clint E, 14k

Summary: If Bucky's not the Winter Soldier - not a weapon - anymore, then who is he?

And who is this smart-mouthed, cocky, flirty, pushy archer, Clint Barton?

Family Placement (ao3) - notlucy steve/bucky, background natasha/sam E, 88k

Summary: Steve Rogers had a train ticket in hand and the chance to begin again after losing everything in Brooklyn - his father, his mother, the comfort and familiarity of home. Going west meant the opportunity to become his own man and stake his claim on the wide, flat prairie.

Then, of course, there was Bucky Barnes.

For the Love of a Queen (ao3) - LadyLorena loki/sigyn M, 16k

Summary: Sigyn met Loki when he was not quite grown, he a prince, she a young queen, peers across cultures. Her bold approach to everything from the All-Father to life itself attracted his attention. Her devotion to her people is a reflection of her devotion to all things that matter to her heart- eventually, to him, too. But he will break it, and she will watch him die.

i'm not mad, i just want us to be better. (ao3) - legally_blonde sharon/steve, bucky/natasha T, 20k

Summary: Steve and Sharon need to take care of Morgan while Tony disappears to find a cure for Pepper.

It Tastes Like Ambrosia (ao3) - Little_Iago, myfailsafe, picoalloe steve/bucky E, 42k

Summary: After a human soul escapes the grasp of Hades and evades ferrying by Charon, the peaceful God of death Thanatos is tasked with finding out which God is interfering. Taking the mortal form of James Buchanan Barnes, he finds himself face to face with Steve Rogers, the man who has escaped death not once but twice. Now he must get into Steve's good graces and figure out why this mortal is special enough to disappear from the Underworld. Now Thanatos must navigate the normal life of a human, feelings and all, and manage to finish this simple task. The only problem is nothing involving Steve is simple. At all.

I want to ruin our friendship (ao3) - ponponwaa makkari/sersi G, 7k

Summary: Sersi and Makkari falling in love.

The little moments they have together since arriving on Earth.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Love and War (ao3) - samptra bucky/tony M, 17k

Summary: “Buck have you ever thought about writing him?”

Surprised he looked up, “Well…ummm…no.”

Sighing Steve shook his head, "This obsession of yours is going nowhere,"

James looked back at the pictures sadly, “I…he probably get thousands of letters a day. What do I say, ‘oh hey I’m a thirty-year-old career soldier whose love with you.’ I’m sure that would go over perfectly.”

Steve sighed, the man had a point.

Miracles Don’t Happen Here (ao3) - zombified419 loki/tony, phil/pepper M, 105k

Summary: Tony finds himself in a new bar that he normally wouldn’t ever frequent. After being rescued by Captain America, he finds himself drawn back to the location that witnessed one of his lowest points - and a cunning new bartender. [FrostIron] (Humor/Romance/Drama) Now completed!

Rules of Engagement (ao3) - BladeoftheNebula steve/tony T, 10k

Summary: It's the most highly anticipated event of the year: the Royal Wedding 👑

Steve Rogers, formerly of Brooklyn, will finally marry his King Charming 💍

...provided they can survive the tabloids, annoying relatives and the occasional swan 🦢

Slow and Soft (ao3) - onthewaters clint/phil E, 23k

Summary: When Coulson adds Barton to his team, he expects smartassery. Except there isn't any...

the blues and then purple pink skies (ao3) - TaraLy gilgamesh/thena G, 4k

Summary: It’s been a month since their first conversation on the bus, how are Thena and Gilgamesh doing?

The Devil's Keeper (ao3) - TheTruthAboutLove maria/natasha E, 161k

Summary: Maria stopped as soon as she entered the room and raised her eyes towards the woman in the cage, the reason they were called and ordered there. The alleged Black Widow. The red hair, the green eyes, even the curious tilt of her chin were familiar to her. She knew that woman.

“Natasha?”

“Who told you that name?" [...] "I've never seen you before. But whatever I did to you,” she paused and faked a smirk, she felt her fingers begin to tingle, her jump was about to end, her time was almost up, “I'm going to enjoy every second of it.”

The Princess & the Colonizer (ao3) - Celinejustice everett ross/shuri T, 21k

Summary: Aftermath of stopping Killmonger this story takes place between that time and where the movie ends of having a Wakandan HQ in America with focus of Shuri and Ross and how these two help bridge the connection of the outside world and Wakanda on both personal and public levels. Slight AU. Shuri is twenty-six! Ross is thirty-eight! Shuri/Ross ship. Don't like, don't read.

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