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riizebabie444 · 9 months

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 🌸

🌸 ─── hello lovelies and welcome to today's reading. as we are entering the last third of 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹, some of you (myself included) may be wondering what love is coming your way before the year ends, so this reading will cover romantic, platonic and self love messages for you for the last four months of 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹. hope you enjoy!

🌸 ─── picking your pile: take a deep breath and allow your soul to centre itself. when you feel your mind balanced and cleared, allow yourself to be drawn to an image. your eyes may gravitate to one, or you may close your eyes and feel which image is calling out.

🌸 ─── be sure to check out my other readings and don’t forget to share and give feedback. disclaimer: all readings done are for entertainment only. please do not use my tarot readings as a replacement for legitimate advice.

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🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙜

i think for my lovies who chose pile one, in the last four months you will experience the beginning of a love connection and/or the end of a love connection. but for most, i think it will be something new, like you are heading down a new path for love. there is a message which tells you to remain faithful! but also embrace new opportunities, especially when it comes to creativity. for example, in a current connection you may be feeling bored and tempted to find love from a different connection. but you're being called upon to not search for it elsewhere unless absolutely necessary. instead, find fun and creative ways to liven up the current connection. this message in particular is for those who are in a romantic relationship.

for a number of you, the change you need to make is a lot deeper than spicing things up. for example, if you have a connection with someone that doesn't feel right, in these four months you need to peel off the mask of the situation and find the truth. it may be chaotic and force you our of your comfort zone, but change is needed for such connections. for a number of you, i think there will be a loss of love or cutting someone off and you will feel neglected, like you receive no love from the world but the truth is, you do. look around you and you will see that you have love in abundance and even if you can't see it, always affirm it. a number of you will receive lots of love from family members, especially towards the end of the year and it may surprise you, like you weren't expecting so much love from them.

despite some upheaval and discomfort in regards to love, you will fight through it and be brave and will not let it keep you down for long. you are a fighter, my lovey. i can see it. and i also see that you'll be heading into the new year with a whole new perspective on love, and your attitudes toward finding love will be refreshing and new. always keep your faith in the world and you will find happiness and abundance in love. don't push away any new connections and ensure to cherish and nurture the love you already have. family will play a huge role in love for the last part of the year, and for some it may also be a romantic love that surprises you. and for a very small number of you, you'll receive something so beautiful in love, such as a ring or a baby, which each bear their own weight.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚

this is quite the mixed pile for my lovies who chose pile two, but for the most part it is positive! however, for a number of you there will be heartbreak. if you resonate with the signs gemini, libra or aquarius, or have a connection with someone who does, i believe this message is for you. also for those who live in the north (of your continent, country, city, region etc.) there will be some form of rejection. for example, your crush will deny you when you ask them out. or you are dating someone you wanted for a long time only for them to say you are not the one for them. i don't see a heavy breakup but you will feel some grief despite the small connection breaking down. however, you will get over it surprisingly quickly.

but like i said, for the most part these messages are positive or neutral at least so even if you deal with the above, you will still receive some positives in love. for some, there may be a union. if you were also attracted to pile one, i think an engagement, marriage or starting a family are definitely on the card in the following four months but this is only for a small number of you. but for the rest of you, i sense that the following four months in regards to love will be stable and prosperous. friends, family, lovers. i see you receiving love from them all. there also may be new beginnings for you guys which could stem from a love connection. for example, you meet with a family member or friend after so long and the connection feels so passionate which could birth something new, such as a business venture or any kind of experience. i'm seeing a concert for some. you've been wanting to go to a place for so long and the new (or old but reignited) connection will take you there. it could also be a holiday for some.

for those who are younger, i see some immaturity and ignorance coming from a love connection and it will make you feel confused and frustrated. it could be a difficult family member. for example, the holidays mean you will meet family members who "love" you but we all know there are certain family members who aren't the best to spend holidays with. and for a number of you, especially the younger readers who are in a relationship or situationship or have a crush on someone, be careful of love bombing! your person being immature and ignorant in your connection cannot simply be forgiven because they say or show that they love you. don't be a fool and demand respect in this connection. be mature and don't fall for fake love. lastly, you'll find some clarity in regards to a love connection. you may be feeling restless or curious about someone right now. don't worry. you will know how they really feel by the end of the year. this could also be clarification of your own feelings if you are the one feeling confused.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙨

pile three, my lovelies, please do not be disheartened by this reading. although it is easier said than done, however, these messages are quite meh energy. i firstly want to mention that there is a strong representation of disconnection and for some there may be unfaithfulness. overall, i see this as "break up" energy. you could lose someone you love and for most who this resonates with, it seems to be a romantic partner. there may be over-indulgence on one of your parts but it seems as though the disconnection is already in progress. if you feel like you are losing connection with a partner or a friend, this is likely for you. i think your love for them has been weighing you down because you are not receiving it back. in the end, it will not last and i think a break up will happen in the next four months. this is not all bad though because you will have more love for your self.

in the mean time however, you will struggle to show yourself that love. it's like you put everything into this connection and you feel so depressed, like all of your love has gone to waste and you have none left for yourself or anyone else in your life. but the sun will shine again! the sun will also shine it's light on those who really do love you and don't take your love for granted. kind of like you'll see who your true friends are, the ones who are there for you at your lowest and you will find it to be a most admirable display of love. you will have time to rest and relax, ease your mind and heartache and you may even get into mediation or yoga. self care will become of importance to you if it is not already and little by little, you will show yourself love and learn that giving love freely is not a bad thing. you'll feel brave to love again. i also want to say that this does not necessarily mean a relationship breakup although that is the main message. but it could also be losing someone or something you love in another way. for example, losing a friend or cutting off a family member, or losing a job you loved so much. again, i don't want to scare or dishearten you, my lovies because in the end, things will work out.

for some of you, i think financial stress will put pressure on your love connections. you will feel heavily burdened but be patient because the world will eventually turn in your favour. there are certain decisions that are in your hand and you can either let you and your loved ones be affected by the obstacles of life or you can work to fight your way through it and come out stronger in the end alongside your loved ones. and i think the last message for this pile is saying that the year will end with you taking the first steps in your journey of showing true love to yourself and beginning the healing of your soul's burdens.

🌸 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 — 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙨

i see for pile four, my lovies, those who chose this reading will have a very introspective experience with love in the last part of this year. some of you are in a relationship but i think the majority are not. and if you are in a relationship or taking part in an important connection, it will still be a personal end to the year. i see travel for some of you, in a self-love sort of way. like you will finally treat yourself to that holiday you wanted. perhaps it could be gifted to you by someone else but it will be a personal experience, catered for you exactly. you will learn to be enlightened by your own company if you have not already. you will really enjoy time to yourself for the rest of the year. perhaps the year so far has been bustling with all sorts of events and connections and you need some time to yourself to regain all of your energy. this is your sign that it's going to happen.

i do see that you could be feeling powerless, that you've been procrastinating a lot. is there something you want to avoid, my lovies? whatever or whoever it is, take time to yourself to understand your thoughts and feelings and deal with it before the year ends because you do not want to enter the new year with lingering energy because you procrastinated confrontation for too long. it could possibly turn your life upside down, but it could also make your life so much better. don't focus too much on the worst case scenario and realise that it will be a no case scenario until you confront the person or issue. you're only hurting yourself the longer you avoid it and it could be blocking any love the universe is planning to send your way. to welcome new love and new things in general into your life, you should never allow your life to become clogged with old stuff. if you want to manifest love pile four, deal with the situations at hand and clear the energy.

if you've been meaning to start a self love or self discovery journey, this pile is definitely for you. the last part of the year seems to be filled with self exploration and learning what you love and don't love, from yourself and others. you may also be doing some shadow work to heal which may feel chaotic, but in the end it will give you a more calm and peaceful approach to life. you'll learn to love everything around you and in return, love will find it's way to you. for some, i see a romantic interest coming your way, or someone sending a love token or offering to you. for some i see family and a relationship. may be welcoming something or someone new into your life, someone you can love and who will love you too. you may also meet a foreigner or someone from abroad who will end up as a strong presence of love in your life, maybe as a friend or a partner. and if you are going on that treat yourself trip, make sure to plan thoroughly!

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 3 months

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(Opinions Guys Idk)

Bruce Wayne has been a father for over ten years.

He's delt with any issue children vomiting on his shoes runny noses tears he's got you.

He's also buried his children been covered in their blood helped calm down panic attacks. He might not be the best but he's always tried.

There is however one tiny thing that he can say he's never prepared for no amount of contingencies ever can make him ready.

Any form of high society interaction with Tim.

Watching his third son with a smirk that's deadly convincing the richest to give practically all they have to him.

Manipulating board members, blackmailing politicians.

He looks so much like his mother.

Bruce sees his other children they look uncomfortable he once watched Stephanie yell at Tim that she doesn't understand him that he's horrible for doing it.

Jason calling him a rich prick which he was grounded for not that it has ever stopped his second son.

Another gala happened tonight the entire family was present and now watching once again all of his children even sweet Dickie lecturing Tim.

"Seriously Timmy it's just a little much don't you think"

"Boy Wonder that was disgusting who taught you to act like that"

"Timbers I'm all for fucking with people but what the fuck"

He sees the heartbreak painting Red Robin's face he can feel his own reflect it.

His tiny little sweetheart who learned at his mothers knee, his baby boy who works so hard for the company. Who's done tremendous things the only one of them to actually get the respect of the people of Gotham he can't watch it.

"That's enough," Growls out of him.

All of his children freeze looking at him Damian who has remained quiet looking at his brother with nothing but respect turns hurt masked.

"Your brother did amazing tonight, in a way this was an oversight on my part none of you were specifically trained how to act around the Gotham elite. Tim was raised by Janet Drake who was known as the dragon of Gotham".

They start to shift confusion practically pouring out of them.

He looks straight at Tim as he walks forward placing his hand on his shoulder.

" I might not alway agree with how your mother raised you I wish she did a lot differently sweetheart."

A sharp smile begins to paint both Tim's and Damian's faces.

They understand that he is speaking to both of them the only two to really understand.

"But she raised you to know that power that you hold to be able to rule which isn't something I could your siblings are wrong." He turns to glare especially at Stephanie and Jason.

"I'm not saying what you did is right morally it can be questionable however you both know what to do in situations like that experience that none of your siblings could ever have."

He breathes knowing he might anger his children throwing in their faces that they weren't born with silver spoons they have to fight and claw to be where they are.

"This is both Damian and Tim's territory neither are going into crime alley or the narrows and telling you what to do. You don't get to complain about how they were raised or how they handle situations you have no prior knowledge of." He sees that at least Dick is understanding a light entering his eyes

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So this is the beggining of a story kinda talking about the difference between how Damian and Tim were raised compared to everyone else.

This was something me and a mutual have been working on but we are disagreeing about it.

They think it's fine I don't know.

Could I get opinions because I personally think it is fascinating how Tim is raised versus others not in a negative or positive.

However I think the way we have done some of it mind you this is almost a twenty chapter fanfiction. Might be slightly not good.

I wanted to explain how Tim and Damian would have an advantage their mother raised badass sons who know how powerful they can be.

They were raised rich and with the world at their fingertips but I think we made it sounds very bashy I need thoughts please let me know.

This is only not even a chapter but I wanted to give something of reference.

I think the privilege is slightly too heavy handed and it makes it sounds like the Rich are better idk.

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam #fanfic ideas #bamf batfamily #I need opinions please let me know and be honest.#this is a rough draft unfinished hot mess

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prettywon · 6 months

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#00 - PROLOGUE

PAIRING: nonidol!highschool!au, player!Jungwon x gn!reader

IN WHICH ✦ Jungwon was never exactly known for being loyal, but the halls of Decelis are full of whispers as Jungwon walks hand in hand with Yuna, his girlfriend of 4 months. It seems like Jungwon has finally settled down, and he almost likes the attention, but he thinks he likes you more. Too bad you refuse to look in his direction until he sincerely apologizes to every one of his exes, which is no easy feat.

WC: 0.9k

WARNINGS: Jungwon is an asshole, swearing, not proof read

WHEN jungwon walks into the classroom, he doesn't know what love feels like. Yeah it's supposed to be great and your heart beats fast but he gets the same feeling when he runs too much — what's the hype? Love was a fickle thing to him, he got to be all nice and sweet with someone for a few weeks and then it was over. He didn't understand the heartbreak that came with it. Wasn't that all just overdramatized in shows for bigger shock value anyways? He can't remember the amount of significant others he's left crying, then again they were never that significant to him in the first place.

It's all for the sake of filling the spot in his life called "love." It always has been and always will be. Sometimes he likes dragging on the relationship for a few weeks longer than usual — long enough for people to start thinking he's changed. For his partner to start thinking he's changed. Just to watch him rip it apart like he's done every other time. To watch his former lover destroy all the gifts he made for them with his tender "love and care."

His heart beats without remorse while his line of ex lovers get theirs broken.

So Jungwon sits at his desk with his hands in his pockets, ready to scope out the next person to play romance with. He was still in a relationship, technically, but that never stopped him. Although, the relationship was already nearing 4 months. He couldn't believe the drones of people congratulating him for “settling down.” Hell, she even wanted to introduce him to her parents. Honestly, the whole thing was embarrassing in his eyes.

The crowd has always been easy to read. People are never very indirect with their dirty looks. He finds the ones in the hallways that oh-so obviously fantasize about "changing him" and he wraps them up in his arms laced with sweet, intoxicating poison.

Too easy, really.

Jungwon had heard the rain start to drizzle and checked the windows out of curiosity. Instead, he was met with you. This situation happens all the time, he sends a wink their way and the "pursuit" begins. But Jungwon can't bring himself to do so, not wanting to miss an opportunity to engrave every feature your face holds in his mind.

And although Jungwon didn't realize it at the time, he was suddenly on the other side of his one-sided relationships. He was the one that felt his world slow, he was the one that had the ever-so-subtle blush on his face. He didn't even realize you had broken eye contact as he noticed your fractic actions first – trying to cover up the fact that you had been staring at the number one heartbreaker, scolding yourself for doing so.

For the first time since he started toying with love, Jungwon was confused about what to do. It's strange, usually Jungwon would be DM-ing some random girl by now. However his phone remained stationary as he helplessly denied any feelings for you, and before he knew it class was starting.

The bell rang, signifying the start of lunch, and Jungwon was already halfway down the halls. The occurrence from this morning definitely set him off, but it didn't matter. Now, he was going to enter what he called “The Final Phase.” He was going to end his 4 month relationship, and he was going to do it in the slowest way imaginable. He started it almost like it was second nature, ignoring his girlfriend as she waved to him in the hallway.

Alas, all thoughts occupying Jungwons mind left as he bumped into someone. Before he could react, he saw you in the foreground of his peripheral vision. His heart's melody sped up again, he wanted to know your voice, your laugh, your favorite ice cream, everything. And if Jungwon was one thing besides a total heartbreaker, it would be determined.

“Uh Jungwon, no hello? No invite to eat lunch together?” Heeseung asked as Jungwon snapped out of his trance. “Oh, sorry?” The younger boy said, confused at Heeseung’s antics.

It didn't take long to figure out what Jungwon was planning, at least for Heeseung. The older boy looked at Jungwons (soon to be ex) girlfriend walking down the hallway, a face of confusion and hurt plastered on it. He then looked to where Jungwon was previously staring at, seeing you at your locker. He turned to face Jungwon, his face easily readable.

What the fuck.

Heeseung grabbed Jungwon’s arm and practically dragged him to the cafeteria, which was quite the sight for everyone else passing by to see. Once they finally reached their lunch table, Heeseungs grip on Jungwon’s wrist loosened.

“Seriously, what the hell do you think you're doing?” He hissed through gritted teeth, sitting across from Jungwon.

Jungwon wondered the same. Why did he care more about you? What was different about you? Maybe he was evolving, or whatever they called it.

The boy raised an eyebrow, staring at Jungwon with frightening intensity. “Hello?” Heeseung questioned, eating a fry with questionable texture, “Why were you staring at YN? And don't pull any of your usual bullshit.”

“I won't!” Jungwon brushed his hair back, “Have I ever broken our deal? You don't nag me about fucking around with girls and I don't go for your friends, it's simple.” Jungwon would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit annoyed. All he did was stare, what was the deal?

“Are you sure?” Heeseung raised an eyebrow, turning Jungwons attention away from you in the background. “I'm serious Jungwon, don't fuck with anyone I'm close to. I see you pulling anything like that again and all bets are off." Heeseung let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back into his chair. “I don't like Y/N in the first place, I need to find a new bitch and it's not them.” Jungwon insisted, ignoring the red hues in his face.

Heeseung stayed silent. “Whatever."

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mikuni14 · 5 months

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The Sign - Ep 4

*sexy sound*: hooya! This series keeps on giving ✨

Let me start by saying that this whole police-investigative part is extremely silly, funny and not reflecting reality (apart from the moment when captain inspector team leader Akk says "that a victim is a victim no matter the gender"), but who am I kidding! I'm not here to analyze police work! So I completely ignore this part. Although I must admit that the police part provides incredible entertainment in the form of Captain Inspector Team Leader Akk (always), the introduction of a new, cool character accompanied by the dramatic sounds of classical music, or the interruption of an intense scene between MLs with important information about the discovery of severed genitalia 👌👌

Apart from that, as always, I like everything. I love how Tharn is shown as just a regular horny gay dude who just thinks about dicks lol How many other BLs, where b stands for BOY, show this? I also like that his fantasies are of him letting Phaya do things to him, being vulnerable by exposing his neck, being pinned down, covered by his lover's body. I also liked that Tharn relives these fantasies in the light of day and indulges in them 🤩 Oh, "sleep wherever you like" was an invitation and that's a fact you will have to pry from my cold, dead hands 😤

I love how this show keeps creating "their things", constantly building them into a couple that has their own behaviors and traits in common, before they even become a real couple. Now it's a shirt grabbing. I love it, I love it when something like this appears and I know 100% that I and the rest of the fans are in these moments like 👀👀 *di Caprio pointing at tv meme*. For me, it's a very important part of a romance when the couple has their "things". "Don't let me hear you talking about you being dead ever again" is such a powerful phrase. Raw. Just as Phaya likes.

I REALLY LIKED THIS WHOLE SCENE WITH THE FURIOUS PHAYA. Everything was perfect here. I really like that Phaya got the opportunity to show this side of him. That he is shown as an angry man, that he is not an ideal man who can control his - also negative - emotions in every situation. Normally, I don't like or tolerate such situations, because the reasons for such outbursts are usually stupid. In this case, I absolve Phaya of his aggressive behavior and his outburst of anger towards Tharn, pushing him away. It wasn't ignoring his calls, which Phaya immediately confronted and resolved. It wasn't an outburst out of jealousy or something like that. This is a completely different, serious situation that only partially concerns his relationship with Tharn. I'm absolutely sure that Phaya has often wondered whether he is mentally ill and that it is a source of a serious fear for him. Mental illness is a taboo in all cultures around the world, as Tharn himself says at the beginning of the series regarding his visions. A physically ill person will be perceived differently than a mentally ill person and Tharn knows this, PHAYA KNOWS THIS and Dr. Poison knows this. The second thing is that Phaya genuinely cares for and trusts Tharn. So at this point Phaya is in agony because not only has his most personal fears been brought to light, it was done by a stranger, a person he can't stand, who is his rival, who finishes him off with the final blow in a calm way when everything inside him is falling apart, but what's more, the blow came from a direction that Phaya DIDN'T expect at all. Phaya asks Tharn several times: "Why did you do that?" because he feels BETRAYED. Phaya is also a proud man who wants his beloved to see only "good and cool" qualities in him, which is completely normal in any relationship, hence his heartbreaking question "DO YOU THINK I'M NUTS?" Really, this scene is great: - Phaya angry, humiliated, hurt, betrayed, barely able to control himself (but even then he doesn't hurt Tharn, the scene is full of aggression and screaming, but Phaya never once crosses the impassable (for me) boundary, he doesn't beat Tharn, it's not even a fight, only two adult, trained men, one of whom pins the other) -Tharn, who is shocked because for the first time Phaya ignores him, does not look at him, it is clear that he is truly angry with him. You can see how Tharn is lost in this new situation, as he stands uncertainly and asks "I'm talking to you. Can you hear me?". And even then, he immediately shows concern for Phaya and his wound on his forehead

I'm grateful for showing this version of Phaya, and also for showing him as a silly, goofy guy throughout the episode in various funny scenes. 👌👌

My theory is that Tharn didn't tell the doctor about Phaya's dreams, I feel like the doctor KNOWS about everything and is a figure who simply has knowledge of what's going on as a deity. He knows when Tharn is especially close to Phaya, as seen in the temple scene, the kiss scene, in breaking of the photo frame, also when he tells Phaya that they will see each often other from now on, when he invites him to dinner with the clear intention of destroying him. I feel like the doc just KNOWS about Phaya's dreams.

Wild theory time! To expand on my original theory, this old woman/girl has helped Wansarat in the past and is helping him now. Wansarat is reborn and in each incarnation dies in childhood as punishment for what he did while saving his lover, Garuda. But this time he survived because he was placed under the care of the abbot of the temple, which is,in a way, his temple. And now, for a first time, Wansarat as Tharn is all grown up and delicious and the one for whom Wansart was originally intended - Dr. Bitch - he finally has a chance to get him. If it weren't for that Pesky Bird 😀

#the sign the series #thai bl #bl drama

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dirtytransmasc · 11 months

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Miles 42 is scared of thunder, always has been, always will be, he has no "justifiable reason" for the deep-seated fear, but he is always a trembling mess during thunderstorms.

this kid who can, will, an dprobably has killed a man or even many men, definitely needs someone to hold his hand during thunderstorms.

I make it angsty below the cut, nothing bad, but this could either be a kinda cute hc, or a really sad one, though there is some comfort at the very end

it was better when he was a kid, cause he could crawl into his mom and dads bed at night, and they would hold him through it, his dad promising nothing would ever hurt him on his watch. then his dad died, and thunder became a whole lot worse, cause it could hurt him now, his dad wasn't there to protect him, he had to be the man of the house now and couldn't go crawling to his mom or his uncle anymore, he had to be strong.

he pushes himself to just ignore it, to shove it all down, to not feel the utter terror that fills him every time the thunder rumbles so loud it feels like his bones are rattling. he gets hurt worse and more often on jobs with Aaron during storms, cause he jumps and flinches and paused whenever it strikes, opening himself up to be hit. over time, childish shame becomes true shame and he doesn't let anyone near him during storms, cause he can't be seen as weak.

he used to sit with his mom in the living room, when she was home, or hang out in his uncles apartment (though he'd pretend that he wasn't scared), but he felt more an more embarrassed as time passed. when he was still staying with ganke (and/or before ganke died, cause I'm all for ganke to be his canon event, cause I hate myself or something) they would stay in the same bunk together and ganke would let him use his good headphones so it wouldn't be so loud, and he'd try and help his (more than?) friend cope, to little avail; it typically ended in Miles just sobbing into his chest, begging him to make it stop. but eventually he gives up on seeking comfort and will just push himself until he breaks down somewhere, typically his empty room or an alley way.

(now for mild comfort)

things change when Miles 1610 and his dad come into the picture. Miles 1610 is also afraid of thunder, just not to the same extent (cause it wasn't worsened by the death of his dad, cause for Miles 42, the fear of thunder is sorta a cover for a lot of other big feelings he can't even begin to process, alongside genuine fear) and as the two get close, Miles 1610 helps Miles 42 feel safe to express his fear.

Miles 1610 picks up on it immedietly, being much more intune and analytical, let alone with his spidey senses, he notices every ounce of anxiety dripping off of his twin during their first storm together, so he immediately fesses up his own fear, and how the whole "earthquakes" collider, peter parker dying, situation made his fear of thunder a lot worse. he doesn't expect Miles 42 to open up per say, but he learned airing out his own weaknesses makes his brother more comfortable letting his guard down, cause Miles 1610 feels like less of a threat. he offers a hand when the heart of the storm is over them, and the thunder is so loud it shakes the house a little, but is kinda surprised when MIles 42 latches onto his middle, letting him drape an arm over his back, but he's alright with it, its kinda nice (if not absolutely heartbreaking, cause the kid is shaking and Miles is pretty sure he's crying and he feels so bad). they stay like that all night, well after the storms past, until Miles 42's shaken himself to sleep and Miles 1610 drags him to bed, taking his turn as the "big brother", making sure that his twin could sleep the night feeling safe and secure with him.

eventually they'll talk more about, "their" dad comes up, and Miles 1610 tells him he's always welcome to come over whenever he's nervous (though they dance around that word) and in time, its Jeff's side that both boys are diving into (cause Miles 1610 only braves through a storm when his brothers in need, otherwise he too just wants to be held and protected). Miles 42 is reluctant at first, cause being around Jeff's still hard, but one storm hits him hard enough to just crumble any resistance he had to the idea in seconds, maybe its a bad storm, maybe it was a bad day, but he knows he's begging Miles to bring him to his dimension and wasting no time to rush to "his" dad. jeff being the good dad he is, doesn't ask a single question, just settles his boys on the couch with him and rio and they camp out there for a good while, doing whatever it takes to distract from the storm outside.

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Losing your pet.

Triggers: pet loss; talks of depression.

Author note: I had to put my cat to sleep at the beginning of the month, he was my baby so things have been really rough lately. I'm hoping writing this will help with grieving and it may be posted it may not be. If it is I hope it helps anyone who is also experiencing something like this.

Eddie:

You call him when you were freaking out about what to do. You were awoken by your animal crying out and knew they needed a vet but it's so early in the morning you don't know where to go.

When he got the call he was instantly worried for you. He knew how much having your animal helped you cope with your depression and he didn't know how losing them would make you react.

He rushed over and took you two to the 24 hour vet.

He was there to hold you as you cry, he talked to the vet for you, he called the place to make arrangements for the remains

He'd offer to have you either stay at the trailer or for him to stay at your house. He thought being in a quiet house would make you feel worse and since it happened in your room he knew you wouldn't be able to sleep in your actual bed for a while.

The two of you slept on your couch for a week after everything happened.

He would set even more reminders to help remind the both of you that you need to take your medicine

I think he would have you come and sit in on a DnD session to give you entertainment and take your mind off of things, he'd feel pretty prideful when it works

He wouldn't rush you to do anything. There is still a box of litter, still a collar, still toys on the floor oh thats fine! We can get rid of it whenever you are ready to. You want to get a new pet great! Let's get into the van! You don't even want to be around animals that's fine too!

He will map out the store trips to make sure you do not have to even walk by the pet supply aisle if you can't handle it

Steve:

He paid for everything. He knows money doesn't fix much but he didn't want you to be worried about paying for anything.

He never had a pet but he knew how close you were with your pet and he knew you were going to take it hard.

He would make sure you ate and took your medicines, he isn't the best cook but he can do basics so it was about a week of mac and cheese before you started cooking again.

He had you stay at his house, he would worry about you being alone so he made a plea deal and convinced you to stay with him. It's already pretty big and there is more than enough room for the both of you

He would try and get you a new pet better soon after everything happened

I think he would try and get you to talk about your feelings, either by making you therapy appointments or getting you stuff to journal he doesn't want you to keep things bottled up

He tends to treat it as any other heartbreak. There will be days where you two just eat junk food and watch sad movies and when that happens he doesn't mind holding you as the both of you cry into your bowls.

Billy:

Alot of people would probably say Billy wouldn't be that helpful.

I think he would struggle with knowing what to do, he could tell you were struggling but he freezes when he doesn't know what to do.

He would make some sort of comment that made you start crying and that is when he realized how serious this situation was. "It was just a cat/dog/bird/lizard/etc. get over it." Seeing you break down in front of him was his wake up call.

He would bring take out everytime he came over, he'd act like it wasn't a big deal but he knew how much it meant to you.

I think if you were to journal it would be because of Max and if/when Billy tried to make fun of the new habit you both would give him a look that made it clear to back off and he took the warning loud and clear.

I think the next time he sees a stray he would pull over and try and take it home for you. He either comes home with the animal successfully or he comes home covered in scratches and is refusing to speak about what happened.

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orcasoul · 6 months

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Remember Cyar'ika Part 1

Okay here goes. This is my first fanfic ever. I'm by no means a writer but hopefully someone will enjoy this Din Djarin story.

Summery: Reader and Din are in a relationship and have been tracking bounties together. She gets injured during a hunt and has amnesia and can't remember her life with Din. Din promises to be there for her no matter what.

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, use of Y/N

Italics indicate inward thinking

You slowly open your eyes but everything is hazy. The intense ringing in your ears is accompanied by the sounds of blaster fire. Realising you're face down you lift your head only to be greeted by a blinding pain shooting from the back of your skull to your forehead and slowly everything turns black. You open your eyes again, this time to a bright and airy room. It takes a minute for the blurry vision to subside and to be able to focus. Your limbs ache like you've never felt before and your head feels like it's been stood on by a Bantha. The soft beeping of a monitor and the smell of disinfectant tells you that you're safe in a medcentre. "Cyar'ika?" You slowly turn your head to where the voice is coming from. "I thought I'd lost you." The voice is raw with emotion which only added to your confusion as to why this strange, black T-shaped visor is hovering over you. Maybe he's a doctor? But why would a doctor be on the verge of breaking down? No, this man is clearly concerned about you.

The longer you study the visor the more you begin to panic. Am I supposed to know this man who clearly knows me? All you know is he is a Mandalorian as evident by his Beskar armour. He gently raises a gloved hand to caress your cheek but you instinctively flinch away from such an intimate touch from a complete stranger. As you do his hand stops mid reach and you see his shoulders tense as he clearly wasn't expecting such a reaction. "Wh... what's wrong, Cyar'ika? It's okay, you're safe now. I'm here." You reply with stunned silence and confusion, unable to process what is happening and you begin to hyperventilate. After a few seconds the Beskar clad man tries to calm you. "Y/N, you're in a medcentre. You're going to be okay, just breath, slowly." He begins to breath in and out slowly to encourage you to copy him. After calming your breathing to a steady rhythm you notice his hands gently holding your shoulders and again, you feel the need for personal space and shuffle away from his hands.

The hurt and confusion is evident from this man, even with a helmet covering his face. "Wh... who are you? What are you doing in here?" "What?" his tone becomes almost frantic. "What do you mean?! Do... do you know who I am?" Looking at him wide eyed, you shake your head no. "Am I supposed to know you?" "Y/N it's Din!" "Who??..." The panic intensifies. "What's going on? I don't know you. How did I get here?" The panic becomes too much and you start to feel light headed as your hearts pounds in your chest. The low hiss of his helmet fills the room as he quickly takes it off and fixes you with a concerned gaze, unable to speak and clearly stunned by your reaction to him. As you look into his deep brown eyes you notice his expression changes from confusion to heartbreak as he realises the gravity of the situation. "I'm going to get the medic, I'll be right back."

He puts his helmet back on, turns on his heel and swiftly leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment. But you can't remember anything and again confusion leads to panic. You try to sit up but the room begins to spin and you find yourself clutching at the back of your head where you can feel bandages and slight swelling. It's at that moment the 'stranger' who doesn't act like a stranger returns with the medic. "Y/N I'm Doctor Tepu. You're at Gazno medical centre in Mos Eisly. You've sustained a serious head injury and we had to put you into an induced coma while waiting the swelling to go down. How are you feeling?" "I..." your breath catches in your chest and for a moment you're not sure how to answer. You want to say you're okay but you're not. You're terrified at this moment. "I Don't know..." you murmur in a weak and shaky voice.

"Some degree of confusion is expected at this time," the doctor states in a very matter of fact tone. "But as the swelling continues to decrease you'll find it easier to manage." "Doctor?..." you say wearily while eyeing the man beside him, "Who is this man and why does he say that he know's me?"The doctor glances between you and the Mandalorian, his face filled with concern. "You see! This isn't normal. You didn't say anything like this could happen." The Mandalorian's voice is desperate now. "She doesn't remember me!" The doctor calmly insists they talk outside your room while you get some rest. Such an impossible fear right now, you realise as you quietly cry into your palms that are now covering your face. Between deep, shuddering breathes you hear fragments of their conversation. "Brain injuries are very complex. This could just be temporary while she recovers." "And it it's not?! You need to do something, help her, please!" he shamelessly begs the doctor. The Doctor gives him a sympathetic look, "We're waiting on the results from her latest scan and we'll go from there."

Slowly the door opens and your attention is brought back to the Mandalorian. As he slowly sits down beside the bed and removes his helmet you can't help but stare, shock and fear still written all over your face. "I need you to tell me everything because I can't remember a fucking thing!" Frustration threatens to burst out of you in tears yet again. The sombre looking man takes a deep breath, "I'm a bounty hunter. My name is Din Djarin. We've been working together for the past six months collecting quarries. The last one went... wrong, and you got seriously injured. You're lucky I got you here when I did." He looked at you, hoping you'd start to remember but continued, "And we... uh..." he looked uncomfortable now, "We're together." Your eyebrows shot up at that revelation. "You mean like together, together?"

All He can din is offer a weak smile and a nod. Your head feels like it's going to explode! What the hell? How can I not remember a man I've been with for the last six months? This is all too much. "I'm sorry but... I don't know you," your voice cracks as you say it. You don't know what's worse; The fact you can't remember him, what you were to each other or the look of utter devastation across the face of a man who clearly cares deeply for you and you heart begins to break for him. Feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation you turn away form him and lie down, explaining that you need some time alone. His voice is clearly pained as he responds, "I'll come back later, once you've had time to rest."

Din feels a torrent of confusion, anger and heartbreak as he steps outside into the unrelenting heat of Tatooine's two sun's. He blames himself for what happend. If he'd gotten to you sooner then that Twi'lek wouldn't have had a chance to throw that grenade and for that he'll never forgive himself. He slammed his fist against the wall causing passersby to stare at his outburst, while he was to consumed by grief to notice or even care. He recalls the doctor's words, this could be temporary, and he clings to that hope like it's his lifeline. "Dank Farrik," he cursed in frustration, "I'm so sorry, Cyar'ika. I let this happen." He made a silent vow at that moment; To support you and look after you, no matter what. After returning to the Razor Crest to bring you some fresh clothes, he walks to the market to buy you some essentials for your stay in the medcentre.

Upon his return the medecentre Din is greeted by Doctor Tepu, who has the scan results. "Hi Y/N," the doctor greeted warmly as they both enter your room, "We've received your results and I'm sorry to say that the healing process has been slower than anticipated but you will make a full physical recovery in time. However, amnesia is very unpredictable and at this stage it's impossible to tell if it'll be permanent." You blink to hold back the the tears, feeling numb and exhausted. Din's heart aches for you and he suddenly feels angry with himself for failing to protect you. This is all your fault! He mentally berates himself. The doctor continues, "With rest and plenty of fluids you should be well enough to be discharged in a couple of days. I'll let you get some rest now." Din takes the seat next to your bed. "I'm so sorry Cyare. I should have protected you. I failed you," his voice trembling, he reaches for your hand. Even though you don't know him you allow him to hold your hand, hoping it will provide some sort of comfort to him. "I'm going to do everything I can to help you through this, I promise," Din declares to you, determination in his voice.

Four Months Later

You wake to the ceiling of the bed chamber and the same hope rises in you as it has every morning since coming back to the Razor Crest. Hope that today something about the ship or something about Mando (as you've started calling him) might jog your memory. You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you have felt that hope slightly diminish over the past couple of weeks. Surely by now something should have seemed familiar but so far every day has been a frustrating disappointment. It's been hard for Din too. From the moment you returned to the Crest (as suggested by the doctor, who believed the best way to help the recovery process was to go back to your normal routine) Din has done everything possible to make things easier for you as you adjust. He even insisted you take the cot while he slept on a sleeping mat in the cargo bay.

You feel guilty even now, knowing you are on a soft bed while he has to endure the cold cargo bay on a less than adequate mat but no matter how many times you try to convince him to take the cot instead, you've learned by now that when his mind is made up, there's no changing it. After using the fresher you ascend the ladder to the cockpit where Din is busy plotting a course to the next bounty. "Good morning Mando," You say as you sit next to him in the co pilot seat.

Din once asked why you called him Mando, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Everyone we meet calls you Mando-" you begin, but are cut off, "Yes, but not you," he replied as though it should have been the most obvious thing. "I just think... it's probably for the best as I don't know you that well and..." you stop suddenly, realising what you had just said must have punched a hole through his heart, as his shoulders slumped and his helmet tilted down slightly. You knew even with the helmet on his expression is one of hurt and sorrow. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that..." you begin to ramble until Din delicately placed his hand over yours, the warmth of his skin seeping through his leather glove into your hand. In a soothing voice he said, "It's okay Y/N. If you want to call me Mando I understand. I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." You look into his inky black visor with teary eyes and nod gratefully.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks with a tilt of his helmet and a soft tone that instantly eased any anxiety you woke up with. "Yes, thank you," you smile at him, "But I wish for once you'd take the cot." "Wouldn't dream of it," He brushed off your offer again. You knew he would but you wanted to try anyway. "We're headed to Naboo this time," he informed you in his low monotone voice, while placing a holo puck on the control panel. "It's an easy target that should pose no danger." You nod knowing he's only taken low risk missions since your accident, not wanting to risk getting killed and leaving you all alone in this galaxy. The depth of the love you can see and feel he has towards you is overwhelming sometimes and you can't help feeling guilty that you don't feel the same (or that you can't remember that you feel the same). And even though he tries to hide his emotions under all that impenetrable Beskar there have been times when you've seen his cool demeanour start to crack.

The times when he hasn't heard you approach and he's lost in his thoughts and obvious sadness only to shake it off and become the stoic Mandalorian he always presents when he realises you're there. There have been instances when he has absentmindedly called you 'Cyar'ika' or 'Meshla' and apologised when he saw awkward you felt. You assured him there's no need to apologise and that you know this is hard for him too. "You know Mando, the doctor said to go back to our normal routine," whatever normal is, you inwardly huffed, "But taking the low risk bounties isn't what you used to do by the sound of it, and I know you're doing it for me. I feel like I'm holding you back and-" Din quickly turned in his seat to face you, "You've never held me back from anything. You are my priority and I'll always put you first and be here for you. If that means taking safer bounties I'm happy to do it." The sincerity of his voice helped to slightly ease the guilt you constantly feel.

Sometimes you feel it would be better for him if you left and he could move on with his life. You're brought out of your thoughts by the roar of the Crest's engines as Din starts it up ready to depart. His gloved hand hovers over the control buttons and for a split second you feel an overwhelming desire to reach out and hold his hand, as if your hand belongs in his. You have a brief visualisation of running your fingers tenderly over the blue triangle adorning his gauntlet, tracing the shape. Is this a memory or just a desire you have now? You decide to keep this to yourself, at least for now because the last thing you would want to do is give Din false hope. Once you'd landed on Naboo Din shut the engines down and began his preparations to track down the quarry. It's a Nautolan wanted for jumping bail while awaiting trial for smuggling charges.

"Y/N, I want you to wait for me in the cantina while I track him down." You nod as this is the usual way things go lately; He hunts and you wait. There have been times when you've wanted to accompany him, feeling strangely drawn to this kind of lifestyle, but Din vehemently refused every time since he almost lost you. He'd told you once that you used to do these jobs together and that you were more than capable of working alongside him, but since you have no memory of your past exploits into the dangerous world of bounty hunting he didn't want to risk your safety. So for his peace of mind you agreed to stay behind every time. It's the least you could do for him. The cantina is bustling with all kinds of people; Twi'lek's, Quarran's, Aleena's, Toong's etc. Such a mixed bag. Sitting at the bar you can't help but enjoy the atmosphere as a band of Biths play their various instruments and happy chatter and laughter fills the air.

You order a glass of Bespin Sparkle and lazily tap you foot to the rhythm of the band. An hour later the room abruptly turns silent as the Mandalorian enters, turning heads and eliciting quiet whispers as he walks through the crowd with the confidence you've grown to admire. "You're back sooner than I thought," you smiled, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Told you it would be an easy one," Din replied with a tone of smug satisfaction to his voice, gesturing to the Nautolan behind him, cuffed and head held low. "Come on, let's go back to the Crest," Din insisted softly, as he faintly places his palm on the small of your back to lead you out, and you can't help the butterflies you feel in your belly at his feather light touch. Whenever he shows care and tenderness like this it makes you feel safe and you can't deny that over time you have become attracted to him but you would never act on it because again, you don't want to give him false hope.

It's late when you arrive back at the Crest and Din wastes no time in encasing the quarry in frozen carbonite. After eating a ration pack for supper you bid Din goodnight and retire to the sleeping chamber. You're not sure how long you've been asleep when you suddenly jump up, gasping and shaking! You can't remember what you dreamed about but you're sure you heard the sounds of blaster fire. Not knowing if you dreamed it or if it came from outside you nervously open the door to the bunk and notice the ramp is open. It's never open this late and a pang of worry spreads through your gut. "Mando?" you call out; No answer. Cautiously walking outside it's evident there's no danger. You must have dreamed it. The woodland surrounding the Razor Crest is bathed in the silver glow of the moon and the only sounds you can hear are the nocturnal creatures that have emerged.

Looking up at the stars you feel a sense of peace wash over you as you get lost in the wonderment of how many more worlds there must be that are too far away to discover. You're suddenly brought out of your reverie by a flash of silver reflecting the moonlight in the not too far distance of the treeline leading into the woodland. As you squint to focus you realise Din is making his way into the woods. You decide to wait for him to return and sit on the ramp, looking back up at the ocean of stars, and listen to the insects and forest creatures going about their business. After a while of waiting for Din, you begin to grow concerned, wondering why he hasn't returned yet. He couldn't have gone too far, you think to yourself and decide to check the area you saw him walk into. As you slowly approach the treeline you are halted in your steps by an unfamiliar sound. Your heart sank as the realisation hit you. It's Din and he's crying.

His voice sounds un-modulated and you realise he has taken off the helmet. The lack of the enhanced senses of his helmet must have been the reason why he didn't hear you approach, that and the intense grief he's currently lost in right now. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you Y/N. I miss you.... so much!" Din hasn't felt this depth of loss and despair since losing his parents as a child. He's at a complete loss, knowing there's nothing he can do to help you and his heart feels heavier every day. But he will gladly bare this grief if it means keeping you safe. How he longs to reach out to you and hold you in his arms again, stroke your silky hair and whisper softly into your ear as you sleep, feel the intimate and loving connection you have both shared time and again, but as time goes on he feels the possibility slipping away into oblivion. It's absolute torture to love someone so deeply and not be able to tell or show them. He sighs and leans his head back against a tree, trying to clear his mind by focusing on the sounds of the world around him, trying to calm down before he makes his way back home.

The last thing he wants is for you to see him like this but little does he know you've just witnessed him in his most desperate and vulnerable state and it was agonising to hear. You've never heard so much pain and anguish in anyone's voice like you just heard in his. Clutching your hand over your heart you quietly turn and walk away. You feel as though your heart just broke into a thousand pieces, all for him. Tears stream down your cheeks as you walk back to the ship. Entering the sleeping chamber you close the door and fall onto the mattress, burying your face into the pillow. Suddenly all those repressed emotions from months of guilt and the despair you'd just witnessed from Din, along with the heartbreak you feel at causing him this pain erupted from deep within you and you screamed into the pillow, staining it with your tears that just won't stop flowing! After a few minutes you manage to compose yourself as the tears begin to ease but not stop. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you are hit with a sudden clarity; You have to leave him, for his sake.

Part 2

#pedro pascal #din x reader #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #mando x you

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merakiui · 1 year

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You can't tease us with that amazing tag and not elaborate! Secret relationship with secretary is too good not to share. But consider this, rather than Jade, who is most likely to allow their SO to have a fake relationship with CEO Azul to milk them for monetary gain? Intern Ruggie.

Intern Ruggie is just starting out in his career. He knows he can't give his darling everything he'd like in his salary, so why not use Azul. If he is that gullible, then Azul is just asking for Intern Ruggie and his darling to fleece him out of anything they can! Plus, if he plays his cards right, Ruggie might be able to get some blackmail to help him jumpstart his career.

Eventually, Darling starts to feel used by Ruggie and consisers what she what a beneficial situation she has with Azul. Does Tako have a chance to steal her away after all? The office drama!

Secret office relationship with Jade works so well because he’s very good at keeping secrets and being completely professional about everything on the outside. Maybe you’re not even with Azul for money. Maybe you just feel bad because it’s so obvious he likes you and you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try, even if you’re going about it in a very dishonest way.

It’s even more fun because Jade isn’t very worried about being caught. He’s been friends with Azul for so long now. The worst that’ll happen is Azul’s hearts break and he’s crying about the fake relationship he had with you for a week or so (though knowing Azul even heartbreak may become motivation for him to work towards getting the things he wants). Jade loves to toe the line with you to see how far he can go before Azul begins to suspect something. He’ll pull you into the empty bathroom for heated kisses, he’ll stand closer to you during meetings when Azul is present—sometimes even being so bold that he tries to hold your hand or interlace your fingers—and even failing to cover up the bruising love bite you’ve left just the prior night, which Azul will most definitely notice as Jade makes quite the slow show of properly buttoning his shirt and adjusting his jacket.

Intern Ruggie is even more shameless than Jade! He’ll want you to be his eyes and ears on the inside so that he can learn all sorts of secrets from Azul in hopes of getting another foot up on the corporate ladder. He tells you Azul won’t really miss anything from his expensive penthouse if he isn’t actively looking for missing valuables, but you’re nowhere near as sly as Ruggie is when it comes to stealing.

For a while you and Ruggie have a good system. He allows you to spend time with Azul whenever he asks you out or invites you back to his house, and when you’re not with Azul you’re spending you’re time with Ruggie. As much as he wants to be successful and rich, Ruggie also secretly hopes to be stable enough to provide you with the future you want. He really does care for you; it’s just that money is getting low and your arrangement with Azul could help him a lot.

Although maybe Azul has already sniffed his plans out. Maybe he’s known all this time and has waited for the right moment to put his foot down. Maybe, when you stop showing up to work one day and are soon labeled missing and Ruggie has a very clear suspicion of who’s behind it, Azul can only deny such terribly false accusations.

It’s the word of a nobody intern against the pristine image of a CEO. Really, there’s no competition. Azul holds every card in the deck. Ruggie never had any chance from the beginning.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #but also consider secret relationship with azul #maybe jade is the ceo orz and azul is his secretary #so many office au thoughts <3

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a stranger in the night // Claire Daniels and Trinity 'Trini' Lumanog ( @shchvnts )

mini plot: It's supposed to be a peaceful evening walking in the woods, as the full moon grows closer and the wolf within fighting the vampiric urges to come to the surface. Claire takes in her surroundings, she tries to ground herself, she tries to find some peace as her mouth waters for blood but she can't have any, she won't have any. As she walks, she hears the sound of a beating heart and taunting comments about someone being a vampire's late night snack. The anger surfaces and she begins to act, anything to take her anger out.

Claire had always found peace in the woods, it was the closes thing to the being what she was originally before her death. That's what she referred to being a hybrid, a death; not being reborn as her dear best friend Rosalie decided to call it. Even though it was a blessing to be alive and still be able to age somewhat, she still hated what she was. Working at the Lion's Den was a change, the wolves didn't want anything to do with her, the vampires feared her, and the witches? The witches looked at her a pawn in a game, an added weapon along with their book of spells and chants when all she really wanted was to ease back into world and trying to accept what she was. Claire had dreams and hopes and now every day was a fight but she was to learning to manage. It was only difficult when the full moon came out and her emotions were conflicting between wolf instincts and the thirst for blood, so Claire did what she could to stay away from people and minimize contact.

As Claire, walked and took in the surroundings, she could feel tears starting to form on her face. She had so many thoughts and emotions, the only emotions she could feel were sadness and heartbreak as she felt the earth under her boots, leaves, and twigs crunching with every step she took. However, as the sadness came, the happiness came too. Between tears, dry chuckles could be heard and soon little laughs as she thought of the irony of her situation and how she was a walking conflict within nature. Running her hands through her loose curls and the little batches of straight strands, Claire inhaled air and looked towards the sky as she released it. The way that trees covered it but stars and the phase of the moon showing, it was beautiful to see and enjoy but all of that came to an end when she heard the sound of another beating her, and from what she assumed was a rapid pace. The next thing she heard was the sound of taunts, lips smacking and foot steps growing closer to the heartbeat.

There were two people here, or at least one person, and a vampire. The creature that took her life from her, the creature that had no problem snapping her neck and leaving her for dead in an alleyway when they couldn't get what they wanted from her. The memories of that night flooded back, a mix of anger, sadness, and pure joy that she'd be able to rip a vampire apart with her teeth. If anyone were to look at her, her face displayed rage but her eyes? Her eyes which were once dark brown, changed to a crimson color. The color represented the life she took that wasn't for hunting purposes, the life that she drained to complete her transition to survive and have another chance at life.

Instinctively, she began moving toward what she was hearing, and her steps became faster. One thought was to save a person and fight like hell to not attack them, and then the other thought was to tear an undead bastard apart and drink their blood instead of her taking the life of an innocent person. As her thoughts were racing, Claire began to run faster almost reaching her full speed as she did what she could to avoid trees, hanging branches, and rising roots that came from the earth. Once she came to the source, she stopped and took in what was in front of her. Going off of scent, the smell of a vampire was stronger than the latter.

The anger taking over, she moved towards the vampire that was about to attack. Within seconds, she managed to take them in her grasp and slam against the ground not caring if the vampire was in pain or not. With a steady grip, she opened her mouth to expose fangs that were sharper and longer compared to a typical vampire. Before said vampire could react, Claire chomped down on their neck and let them squirm beneath her. At first, it was to satisfy the thirst, even if it was for a little while then it was just to cause pain. After her thirst was under control she removed herself and quietly muttered, "I'm not done with you yet." Raising her hand she forcefully shoved her hand into the vampire's chest and gently squeezed. "Maybe, next time. Don't talk so much, you don't know what's lurking. Take that as a note for whenever you end up in Hell and wanna pass it on to your friends." After her statement, she ripped the organ from the vampire and squeezed as she watched as the life left their eyes and their skin turned grey.

Standing and tossing the heart to the side, she wiped her mouth to remove whatever blood was left on her face. Surely it would stain she sighed heavily. Looking up to see the other person, she took a small step forward.

" Are you alright? "

#shchvnts #❀ | ❝ claire daniels ❞ ⤏ interactions #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: long post #( !!!! i hope this works !!! )

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Animorphs #49: The Diversion

Well, on the off chance that anyone actually wants to watch me experience the Animorphs finale for the first time, twenty years later.

I just finished #49.

Reactions (contains twenty year old spoilers):

Slightly surprised the Yeerks haven't tried tracking the kids with DNA before; like, sure, they thought they were Andalites, but no one thought to check the DNA of their very plentiful involuntary blood samples just to be sure? Because they've floated the idea of them being humans since pretty much the beginning. Visser Three/One's arrogance, I suppose.

"At least they haven't had a chance to get any of our blood" (gets stabbed) "wait no they actually have gotten a lot of our blood."

They tell! Their parents! About the morphing! I think there's been more of a trend in kidlit of letting the parents be involved in the Adventure, but in the 90s it was one of the Rules that Grown Ups Can't Know About The Magic. I think probably people are starting to realize that narratives of kids keeping secrets from adults encourages abusive behavior.

Cassie: "My parents are scientists, so we need to present them with logic and facts. Hi mom, hi dad, I'm fighting an alien invasion and I can turn into a wolf."

Cassie's parents, who once joked that she was too responsible to punish: "Okay, we trust you, let's go." I love them so much.

Rachel: "My mom's a lawyer so she'll just argue with us, we just need to grab my family and run."

Rachel's mom: ~attacks a grizzly bear with a spice rack because what else would you expect from RACHEL'S mom?~

no I'm not getting emotional over the way Applegate repeatedly stresses that parents will do anything to keep their children safe from harm and how she has a trans daughter and shows up in public wearing "Protect Trans Kids" shirts (yes I am getting emotional)

Ax: "Rachel, your sisters are convinced that I am a 'pokey man' and that they need to 'train' me"

Honestly Ax watches enough TV I'm surprised he doesn't know what a Pokemon is. Probably too focused on These Messages.

You thought we were going to get a catharsis with the Jake and Tom situation? I have been waiting twenty years for Jake to speak to his brother without the Yeerk in his head. But NO, the Yeerks take Jake's parents, because if there's one thing Applegate knows how to do well (and there are many things she knows how to do well) it's how to ESCALATE the stakes with PAIN

Jake's mom, who knows her son is going through a lot even though she has no idea how much, but still validates his feelings by admitting that kids go through all the same emotional problems adults do - now waving a Dracon beam and shouting "Die human filth!" = Top 10 heartbreaking moments of the series.

I haven't even mentioned Loren yet!!! She's like the main point of the book! Tobias finally finds his mom! We finally find out what happened to her after the Andalite Chronicles when she basically got the fridge treatment! Except Applegate respects her female characters too much to do that!

So it turns out that in addition to Ellimist-induced amnesia she also has brain injury amnesia? That's so much amnesia. Unless the Ellimist arranged the car accident in order to cover up his amnesia? I'm not too clear on that. In any case: amnesia.

She is also blind; Marco and Ax pose as juvenile delinquents to briefly kidnap the dog so Tobias can morph it.

Ax: "I am a juvenile delinquent. I am very threatening." ~rearranges shelves~

Giving Loren the ability to morph (and in the episode right after The Return of David) and her first morph being a red-tailed hawk, being, in fact, Tobias the red-tailed hawk? That's pure narrative gold.

Followed by an utterly slapstick fight in an abandoned toy store including Controllers slipping on Hot Wheels cars and a gorilla on a scooter, because this is still, after all, a kids book. Though honestly most adult books could do with a bit more silliness.

Also I feel like we don't get enough of Rachel's mom. Gets roped into drafting the Hork-Bajir constitution, then when it's ready to sign realizes none of them know how to read, so now high-powered girlboss corporate lawyer is teacher seven-foot tall spiky aliens the ABC song. Only on Animorphs.

Anyway. Loren's blindness being cured by morphing is a bit "magical cure," but also consistent with the established worldbuilding, so it would actually make less sense for her to stay blind. Also she doesn't get her memories back, and I know Applegate has some really good moments with disabled characters in later books, so I'm not going to be too hard on this one.

So, uh. That was an emotional rollercoaster. Which Tobias books usually are. Sooo satisfying though. Lots of closure. I... might almost be ready for this to be over.

Final five countdown has begun.

#animorphs

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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I had such fun reading fic in April and want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors (with minimal additions when I couldn't find stories on masterlists).

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

sixty seconds. by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky Barnes AU. A bar, a bottle of whiskey, and two hearts on the mend.

Life on Hold by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Reader Y/N is pulled out of retirement by Fury, and Bucky is the one to break the news. Warnings: 18+. Fluff, Angst, Smut. Swearing.

lost the game by @nexusnyx TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader You’re a nobody who happens to live in the same city as the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’, who is most definitely somebody. You are… friends. Closer than strangers, even though you’ve never seen his face or know his name. The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps. Warnings: This work is for 18+ audiences. Minors DNI. Explicit descriptions of sex (f/m). I do not give permission for my work to be used or distributed in other sites.

Star Spangled Sinner by @cockslut-padalecki 40!Steve Rogers x Star Spangled Singer!Reader You catch Steve doing something he shouldn't. Warnings: voyeurism, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, Steve is a little slut, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation, (slight) size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of multiple orgasms, mention of cream pies, 18+.

Why Can't We Be Friends? by @cockslut-padalecki Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!F!Reader Steve has an illogical dislike of you, for reasons you're unsure of. But when you find yourself at the apartment he shares with Bucky, and your heat begins to present itself, it's only a matter of time until Steve's Alpha instincts take over. Warnings: explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, hate-fucking, enemies to lovers, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, slight Dom!Steve, tiny amount of fluff, 18+.

Supernatural

Choices by @talesmaniac89 Dean x Reader OR Sam x Reader Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome. You go on a hunt with the two Winchester brothers, one of whom you love. You decide who your Winchester is and what happens along the way. Each part is a fully independently written section and no parts are copies of others, so the story can be read a full 8 different ways with 15 parts in total and 8 endings! Triggers: Dark, torture, reader death, angst, loss, pain, blood, serious injuries, heartbreak, implied possible major character death, fear of abandonment, loneliness, hostage situation, gore (series levels blood, torture and fatal injuries)

Hunter/Hunted by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He's ready to show you he's a hunter. And tonight, you're his prey. Warnings: Smut, Penetrative sex, unprotected sex (nothing overly descriptive due to word count restrictions), Possessiveness, Slightly Dom!Dean, Hints at edging, Praise kink

Go Before You Say Goodbye by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Dean tells Y/N to go. Sam tells Y/N Dean wants her to stay. Who will she listen to, or should she just listen to her heart? Warnings: Explicit 18+. Implied smut. Smut. Kissing. Necking! Over the clothes rubbing. Angst! Dean being an ass. Sad Dean.

Bitten by @covered-byroses Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: NSFW, Biting, Smut

Badass Is A Turn On by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x F!Reader Sam had a helpful realization mid battle.

Cuffed by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x F!Reader Dean has to rescue Sam and Y/N from a compromising position. Warnings: smut, Sam Winchester being obscenely hot and a puppy dog at the same time, banter, crack-ish maybe.

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Awkward NSFW by @221bshrlocked You walk in on a naked Mandalorian. Warnings: in the very title

Outer Banks/JJ Maybank

One Last Sunset by @princessmisery666 JJ's so focused on what he doesn't have he can't see what's right in front of him. You spend a whole summer trying to show him but it takes more than surf lessons for him to see that stupid things have good outcomes all the time. Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, attempted assault, canon/mentioned/implied child abuse.

RPF

Twitterpated by @smol-and-grumpy Jensen Ackles x Reader Y/N starred alongside Jensen in a new blockbluster movie. For promo, they get invited to read thirst tweets. What if most of the tweets are from Y/N? Warnings: Flustered Jensen, dirty tweets, rough sex, daddy kink

Best Laid Plans by @thinkinghardhardlythinking Jensen Ackles x F!Reader Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who's that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes? Warnings: each chapter warns accordingly.

HAPPY READING!

#just a girl reading fics in april 2022 #fic recs #bucky barnes x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #jj maybank x reader #jensen ackles x reader

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Side Effects | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: you never know what might be in the beakers at another chemist's station. you never know which of your colleagues might come along just in the knick of time to become the only antidote to your affliction.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut! (dub con due to sex pollen), semi-public sex (because technically someone could have walked by but unlikely), guilt/hesitance, kinda pining??, fingering, creampie,

a/n: yes, this is an accurate depiction of emergency shower protocol in a chemical lab and yes it is every lab technician's worst nightmare. thankfully the other stuff is not an accurate depiction of any known chemical, lol.

You wiped your forehead with a tired sigh, staring down at the calculations in front of you before using your pen to scribble over them before tearing out the page and throwing it away.

“You still do that by hand?” Bruce interjected, making you look up at where he was leaning in the doorway to the lab, watching you work.

“Oh, Dr. Banner!” you greeted with a smile, wondering if it was too ecstatic. You weren’t so good at the ‘playing it cool’ thing like he seemed to be.

“We have all those fancy screens and digital whiteboards, you know,” he explained as he stepped in and looked around at your work. “Not to mention the computer can do that stuff for you.”

“I know,” you scoffed, “but I always feel better doing it myself, on real paper. Not that I’m having any luck at the moment…”

"Here, I'll give them a quick look while you take a break," he offered, glancing at the numbers from over your shoulder. "You just get up and stretch your legs for a minute, doc."

You always thought it was sort of silly for him to call you that when he was a doctor as well, but you didn't complain.

Regardless, you were about to tell him that it was fine and you didn't need a break, but he was leaning in closer to take your seat and the proximity was so intimidating that you hopped up and went along with it anyways. He sat down and pondered your calculations while you circled the lab, taking a moment to appreciate how nice it felt to stand up and move around after sitting for so long.

"Your handwriting is…" Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses.

"Feminine and graceful?" you finished sarcastically.

"Sure," he chuckled.

"Yeah, just like me—" you started to quip, but mid-sentence you (ironically) stumbled and tripped, using a nearby table to catch yourself— but you accidentally grabbed onto a beaker, which tipped over and smashed onto the ground. The liquid inside spilled onto the floor just before you did, and you winced as you fell into the puddle of the unknown substance.

“Shit!” you hissed as you scrambled to get up, looking down at your clothes and seeing they were covered in the fluid, which was beginning to evaporate, or steam, or something. Remembering lab safety protocols, you instantly began to strip, closing your eyes and wishing Bruce hadn’t come in just before this. As you shirked your lab coat, shirt, and skirt, you walked to the emergency shower, pulling the lever and gasping when the chilly stream of water poured down on you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes before being kind enough to turn around as you shivered and removed your bra and underwear, now completely naked and weakly scrubbing yourself with your hands in hopes that none of the chemical had gotten onto your skin.

“What is it?” he asked nervously, turning his head back enough that you could hear him over the flow of water, but hopefully not so much that he could see anything important.

“I don’t know,” you answered, “it’s not mine. It’s something Dr. Sutherland was working on…”

“Is it… are you in pain at all?” he asked, even more concerned, and you tried to decide if you could feel any effects.

“N-no…” you answered hesitantly. You felt hot, and strange, and you were covered in rolling chills, but you figured that was just the situation you were in— naked in a tepid shower in front of your coworker who just so happened to be incredibly sexy.

“I should call poison control,” Bruce offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“No, I’m fine,” you denied as the water flow slowed down and you wiped your face, confident that you looked like a complete mess— but at least you saved yourself from whatever was in that beaker, right?

“Here,” Bruce offered an emergency blanket to you after pulling it off a nearby shelf, and it was not at all absorbent but it helped with the draft as you stepped away from the shower which was still leaking the last few drops of water onto the drain on the floor.

“Thank you,” you nodded nervously, shivering and dripping and looking back at him with no idea what to say at all.

“Do you feel alright? I should check you for burns,” he suggested. “I— I won’t look…”

“Please,” you sighed, pulling the blanket a bit to expose your chest and stomach. He brushed his hand over the skin there, making you instantly whine as heat burned just under your skin, clouding your mind and making you crave even more.

"Did that hurt?" he asked anxiously, pulling away, but you stepped closer.

"No it's… it's good, it's so good."

He furrowed his brow as he looked down at you, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, doc, you must be running a fever of 105."

"Touch me more, please," you whimpered. It was like you were in a dream, everything foggy and distant, and the only time that anything made sense was when he touched you. Or maybe it was that his touch sent you further into delirium; you couldn't be sure.

He gasped when he looked at your quivering legs only to find slick arousal running down the inside of them, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Oh," he sighed.

"Please," you begged mindlessly, "Dr. Banner, I n-need you…"

"No, you need medical attention."

You whined and grabbed as his shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin just beneath. If the forearms that he often left exposed in rolled-up sleeves were anything to go buy, his chest was probably toned and tanned, lightly dusted with dark hair… you were all but drooling at the thought. "Please, Bruce… just help me," you pleaded, looking up into his eyes which were swirling with conflict.

"I can't," he shook his head. "I'd be taking advantage."

He must have seen the heartbreak of rejection make you wince, because he tried to soothe you with his hands resting on your arms— even just that contact making you suppress a moan.

"I've wanted this for so long," he explained, "and you— you haven't. You're unwell, you need to go to a hospital."

You sobbed a little at the idea of being taken away from him and examined by strangers, when you knew the solution was right in front of you. "No, no Bruce they'll touch me! Nobody can touch me but you, I only want you."

He scoffed, but you heard the weakness in it and you needed him to give in soon before you melted from your own hear. "You're deranged— delirious," he reiterated.

"It'll feel so good, please Bruce, I'll be so good for you— anything you want, I'll do it, I'm yours."

"Stop talking like that," he winced. "I can't… I can't."

"I need to feel you inside me, Dr. Banner, I need it more than anything. It's just gonna get worse… please, help me. I want you. I trust you."

"You'll hate me in the morning," he asserted. "God, this is so wrong…"

But much to your relief, he reached down and hesitantly slid his thick middle finger through your folds, gasping gently as he felt how wet you were. "I should t-take you somewhere private."

"No, need you now— right here," you pleaded, trying to chase his touch with your hips.

"But if someone came by—" he began to fret, glancing at the door; but his attention was turned back to you by your hands weaving into his hair.

"Nobody else stays this late, god, Bruce please I just need you so bad—"

He cut you off with a sudden kiss, which was enough on its own to make warmth bloom in your gut, but then he started to move his finger again and you shuddered with a moan that was muffled by his lips.

"Maybe I can make you come like this," he offered as he pulled back just enough to whisper to you, "would that help you? It'll take the edge off."

You bucked and moaned against his fingers, just those subtle touches driving you wild. "N-no, it has to be inside! You have to fuck me, I need your cock."

He breathed through his teeth, like he was almost considering it, but then looked away. "I can't," he shook his head.

"Can't or won't?"

He frowned. "Won't. I'll get you off with my fingers, otherwise it would be… too selfish."

"Bruce, I'm literally begging you for it," you sighed, the irritated tone that you'd intended lost in the moans he elicited by rubbing your swollen clit.

"I know," he winced, "I know and it's killing me that I can't give you what you're asking for… I swear if it wasn't like this…" he trailed off as you looked up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What would it be like?" you asked lowly. "Tell me how you would fuck me."

For all his shyness before, there was a brief switch in his demeanor as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck as he whispered, two fingers sliding into your channel at the exact moment that he spoke.

"So fucking hard."

You whimpered, knees wobbling a bit as you tried to ride his fingers— but he wasn't pushing back, wasn't giving you enough force to balance against when you sought more friction. "P-please, Bruce— I know you want to, please, please baby I need it so bad…"

"I know," he breathed, free hand cradling your face as his thumb stroked your cheek, and it was so needlessly compassionate, so effortlessly soothing that your heart had no choice but to clench at his tenderness. Other parts of you clenched as well, in much more literal ways, but the heart thing was more important.

You gingerly reached forward and palmed his cock through his pants, moaning when you felt how hard it was. "You're desperate, too," you informed him with a little smile. "It hurts, doesn't it? It aches."

"Yes," he answered tensely.

"I'm hurting too. I'm aching, for you. Please, Bruce, help me."

As he pulled back and examined your face, he chewed his lip and contemplated. He couldn't stand to see you in pain, but he couldn't comprehend what he had to do to help you. Well, okay, that's not totally accurate because he had actually "comprehended" the idea of making love to you plenty of times. But that was just a fantasy, a very misguided one that he only indulged in in his weakest moments. And in those fantasies, shockingly enough, you were always completed lucid and of sound mind and body. He sadly could not say that for you at the moment, and of course he couldn't because of course when you were sober and healthy, you didn't see him that way.

Bruce prided himself on his logic, his integrity, his patience. Suddenly, those qualities were falling prey to a much deeper, carnal instinct that saw this not as a predicament but as an opportunity. Logic states, after all, that it would be wasteful to have everything he wanted thrown into his lap and to let it go to waste.

"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed you again, fucking you faster with his fingers. You moaned and went for his belt, barely managing to open it with your hands shaking so much; part of you had considered just trying to rip the leather off of him, and with the force of your need it seemed almost plausible.

Finally getting his trousers opened just enough to reach inside, you purred as you reached in and navigated past his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. It was so thick and smooth and hot and you almost wanted to drop to your knees and take it in your throat right then, but you had better plans.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, grinning against you at the way you whined, before wrapping his arms around you and quickly instructing you to jump.

It was infuriating, how easily he caught you when you wrapped your body around him. Infuriating and so painfully sexy.

He never broke the kiss as he walked the two of you to your lab table, sliding the papers aside and onto the floor to set you on it. You started on his aggravatingly-small shirt buttons while he pushed his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, and god his cock was right there between your legs, so close but very much too far away for your liking.

You didn't have the time or energy to get his shirt off, settling for just running your hands over the exposed skin instead. He grinned and watched the path your hands made, hissing slightly when they wrapped around his shaft— for a second you swore you could feel it throb.

"Don't make me wait anymore," you whispered your plea, sighing a little when he nodded.

"Okay baby," he agreed.

"Been waiting so long," you whined.

"Me too," he nodded, and with a little push, his cock slid all the way into you and filles you to the brim. Even when you were completely drenched, the girth of him was so wide that it stung, that it tore you open, but you loved it. Your head fell back and just from him being inside you, you came. The substance had you so needy and sensitive that that was all it took. It wasn't enough yet, of course. You knew you needed more. But God, he felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Baby," you heard Bruce gasp, his fingers digging into your hips. Your chest twisted when he laughed a little, breathless and just teetering on the line between complimentary and mocking. "Did you just come?"

You considered playing dumb, but nodded instead.

His smile was apparent when he pressed his lips just below your ear to suck on the delicate skin there, his teeth trailing up to nibble your earlobe lightly. You hoped he would leave a mark, you hoped he would leave lots of marks that you could remember this by for weeks to come.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" he asked breathlessly, whispering so quietly you could barely hear it over the beating of your own pulse which echoed in your ears.

"You feel so good," you justified, "so fucking good, Bruce."

"You too," he sighed as he finally pulled back and slid into you again, the friction making your back arch instantly. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to push deeper with each thrust. When he pushed you to your limits it felt like you might just fall apart right there, but it was so worth it.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and circled a thumb over your overstimulated clit, grinning down at you at the sight of you writhing and bucking wildly in his arms.

"Fuck!" you cried as you tightened your hands on his shoulders into fists hard enough to risk tearing through his shirt.

"Too much?"

"More," you pleaded instead, crying out when he gave you exactly what you wanted with fast, rough thrusts into your drenched walls. "Yes," you sobbed, "yes, fuck— m'gonna come, Bruce, gonna come again."

"Go ahead," he encouraged, voice so much rougher than normal, "show me how good it feels, baby."

It felt like his words were the thin that pushed you over the edge, as if your body somehow both understood and obeyed his command. You could feel a renewed wave of slick leak out from you, enough that you could hear the wetness in each slap of his hips against yours. His name was somewhere in the litany of curses and praises that spilled from your lips, your mind too clouded with hazy pleasure to keep track of what you were actually saying.

"Just like that," he groaned, "doing so good, fuck, say my name just like that every time I make you come."

An easy enough stricture to follow, especially when it seemed like he was all you could think about. He looked so different with his clothes half-shorn and his eyes dark with lust. He hadn't taken his glasses or labcoat off and you weren't sure which of those you were happier about.

His lips and hands were all over you; you couldn't even keep track of everywhere he was touching you, that's how overwhelming it was. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned against your skin, finding a hardened nipple as his tongue explored you and wrapping his lips around it. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that? I love seeing you with your legs spread for me like a needy little whore. I love hearing you moan and knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."

He took a moment to look at you and soak in your shocked reaction to his words before leaning in to continue.

"I love feeling you come for me," he purred in your ear.

"Then you're gonna really like what I'm about to do," you shivered.

"Yeah? You can gimme another one already?" he smiled. "Such a good girl…"

You really couldn't help it, it felt like everything he did only enhanced your pleasure— his words, his hands all over you, not to even mention his cock inside you. As much as the hedonistic corner of your brain was happy to let this go on forever, the ramifications of constant orgasms were finally catching up with you as you wondered how much more of this you could take.

"F-fuck, are you close?" you asked weakly. "Want you to come for me, Bruce, please."

"I-I'll pull out," he suggested, although the way he looked down at his length sinking into you and pulling back out, covered in your abundant arousal, didn't exactly indicate that he was willing and able to actually make good on his offer.

"No!" you yelped, pulling him closer by his unbuttoned shirt. "It needs to be inside, Bruce, please come inside me."

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth.

"Please, Bruce, please, promise you'll come inside."

"I will," he sighed, "fuck, I will baby, I promise I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're gonna have my come so fucking deep inside you…"

"Yes!" you moaned, completely unabashed as the unknown substance had apparently absolved you of any shame whatsoever. "Yes, I want it, Bruce, I want your come."

The moment you felt his seed start to paint your walls, you felt relief begin to wash over you. Your mind and body relaxed, the overwhelming heat under your skin subsiding into a comforting warmth, the desperation that had burned in your gut satiated at last.

And that left you staring up at him in realization of what you had done, just as he looked back at you with the same.

"God, I'm so sorry—" he shuddered, moving to pull away. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.

"N-no, wait," you groaned, "it's okay. Don't go."

"You don't hate me," he said, the exhaustion in his tone making it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.

"Never," you sighed with a weak smile, sitting up to clutch his face and kiss him again. "God, Bruce, now I'm just wondering what took us so long."

"Our lab safety is just too good, clearly," he smiled as he kissed you again, pulling back a little too soon to examine your face where he held it in his hands. "Are you okay? You should still probably go to a doctor…"

"I'm already with a doctor," you smirked, "and his treatment was very effective."

"Yeah, that was…" he trailed off, wide eyes as if he were reminiscing about what had only just transpired.

"Sorry for being so… desperate," you cringed. "I didn't mean to… um… impose…"

He just laughed and kissed your forehead, making you feel your cheeks warm a bit; ironic that with everything that had just happened, this was what made you blush. "A beautiful, amazing woman that I've been dreaming about for months begs me to take her in the laboratory… really inconvenient."

"I mean, cleaning up these papers and the broken glass is gonna be pretty tedious, along with the incident report," you frowned.

"I'll help you with it," he offered.

"Tomorrow," you decided. "Right now, I'm taking you to my place."

"Is that so?" he asked with a bemused smirk.

"Yep. We both are in serious need of a shower, and then I wanna go again," you grinned wickedly.

"I thought you said you weren't feeling the effects of the chemical anymore," he recalled, voice tinted with concern.

"I'm not," you reassured, "I'm just feeling the effects of you."

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Hiiiiii maybe some angst where reader got hit with a memory loss quirk and doesn't remember anyone/ that they were in a relationship? Could you do midoriya bakugou and todoroki? TYSM ID RLLY APPRECIATE IT

'Don't Forget About Me' Bakugou and Midoriya x Gn!reader SCENARIO {REQUEST}

PAIRINGS: Bakugou x reader, Midoriya x reader WARNINGS: mention of trauma, angst GENRE: angst POST TYPE: scenario

Hello pumpkin, unfortunately, I didn't feel inspired to write this for Todoroki. I do apologise, I spent so much time trying to write notes and plan for him, but I could get absolutely nothing. I do hope you're okay with just Midoriya and Bakugou. Please enjoy!

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Guilt.

That was the one feeling Izuku struggled to lock away whenever his eyes would graze your unconscious form, praying for the moment you opened your pretty eyes and told him how much you loved him.

Maybe if he had been quicker. He promised to protect you.

It was when your hand twitched, the soft skin of his palm grazing your forearm that he moved for the first time that day, eyes wide with worry and shock.

"Y-Y/N?"

He glanced towards you, his body shot from the uncomfortable hospital chair and leaned pressed against your bedside.

Hands intertwined with yours, the sight of your fluttering eyelids shattering his heart for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The sickly cold mornings he sat miserably by your side, begging for a sign, begging for you to return to his arms.

Tears piled in the corner of his eyes when you snapped your eyes open, the gorgeous irises wincing and adjusting to the obnoxiously bright lights.

"Y/N!"

He noticed the flinch in your body at his tone, head twisting to look at him in soft, genuine confusion. He wiped his tears, lips trembling and body shaking when he grasped your shoulders.

"I was s-so worried, why did you do that? You were hit with a quirk, darling. I thought....I thought I lost you."

Another load of fresh sobs wracked his body, only exerting your soft voice to leave your parched throat, your muscles aching from the hours you spent unconscious in the hospital bed.

"Sorry, but do I know you?"

It was when those words left your mouth, that he finally took a moment to pause, the whimpering sobs shutting down, the awkward, relieved smile on his lips diminishing quickly.

You noticed the visible distress in his eyes, the twitch in his fingers; unsure of what to do with himself.

"W-what do you mean? You can't be serious, baby. It's me! Izuku..."

He trailed off at the shake of your head, the awkward smile on your lips. "I'm really sorry, I think you might have the wrong room."

He stumbled, his brain seeming to pause at the sudden severity of the situation. He couldn't understand it. He couldn't process anything around him, he had no idea what was going on.

You didn't remember him.

"Darling please, don't you remember me?" Another shake of your head sent him spiralling, stumbling back into his chair, form slumped in complete shock and heartbreak. He forced himself to cover his hands, despite the fact he couldn't cry. How could he?

He felt sick.

"I-I'm really sorry, I don't remember much of anything. Please, please don't cry." You managed to whisper gently, desperately searching your mind to find even the tiniest sliver of memory regarding the green head in front of you.

Your own soft tears filled the corners of your eyes, feeling empathetic for the strangers distraught state. Even more so at being the cause for such feelings.

His hand came out to brush your cheeks, the somehow familiar sensation much more comforting than you had anticipated.

"You're too pretty to cry over this old face. It's not your fault."

Nodding, he moved his hand away, your own coming to press light, feathery touches on the place his lips had met your forehead.

A pained smile managed to push it's way onto his lips, the gravity of the situation finally beginning to dawn on him. He convinced himself it was okay, that one day - soon - you would smile and kiss him, saying you missed his touches.

One day, he hoped you would hold onto his shoulders while he walked you into your shared apartment. You would enjoy the tea he always made you, fix up his cuts after a long day at work. He prayed you would forgive him for not being there to save you in time.

After all, you would never forget him, would you?

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou wasn't there when you woke up, eyes wide and tears falling down your cheeks and hands clenching desperately to the bed sheets as nightmares ravaged your mind.

He wasn't there when you failed every test you were given when you worried about not remembering your family and friends. The very people you promised to never forget.

But he was there when you struggled to say his name.

"Y/N, can I come in?"

You lifted your head at a somewhat familiar voice, unsure of the appearances the male had begun making to your hospital room. YOu had never seen him before, or at least, you thought you hadn't.

At first, he had insisted you knew him, quite well, in fact. Amongst his instant, borderline yelling convincing, you couldn't quite grasp exactly what you needed to understand the situation. The reality was, he was just a stranger to you.

His figure moved silently through your hospital room and noticing the gentle nod you made, a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers grasped tightly in his calloused palm.

"Bakugou, why are you here again?"

"You want me to leave?" You could sense the pain in his voice, the small shards of heartbreak spilling from his lips every time you gave him the dumbfounded, confused look he had come to despise.

"Not at all, it's just, I thought you hated it here. I'm sorry I don't remember anything-" He cut you off, already annoyed by the formal, uptight way you addressed him.

"Stop apologising for something you have no clue about." Oh, how you'd come to enjoy the shiver his husky voice brought you. The deep, low sounds that left the lips you felt drawn to.

Closing his eyes, he finished adjusting the flowers that were now tipped in a deep blue vase, hands shoving into his pockets and body slumping to sit in the chair beside your bed.

Awkward silence.

That's how each one of your meetings with him was. He wasn't in your room for more than an hour at a time, but each time he stayed felt like days in the simmering quiet.

"How are you feeling?" You shrugged, a gentle sigh leaving your lips. "I feel okay, thank you. But-" leaning against the bed, he eyed you softly, trying to burn the image of his vermillion eyes back into your head.

"I feel guilty about not remembering you. But every time I see you, I get a strange feeling. I think of things, and they look like you, but I'm not sure why."

He paused, ash blonde hair falling across his face. "What things would those be, Y/N" You could feel the strain in his voice, the wobble his words had, almost as if he was holding back tears he had shed in his first visit to you.

"Sweets, caramel sweets. Yellow lilies, and explosions."

His throat felt like it would choke him, the gentle tears he had attempted to conceal threatening to spill over his cheeks.

Why did you have to make it so difficult for him?

"Please, don't" You frowned, seeing the quiver in his lips, the way he avoided your gaze in favour of staring at the porcelain white tiles under his shoe clad feet. "But-"

"Don't, don't do that to me. Don't give me hope."

You bit back tears of your own, confused at his sudden outburst of emotions. He had never acted like this in front of you before, always excusing himself from the room whenever he felt a tear roll down his skin.

"But I want to remember you."

His hand moved to rest on the top of your head, fingers ruffling through your hair, his coughing a poor attempt to hide the sniffles and gentle whimpers.

"I'll make sure you remember me."

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honeybunnybeez · 3 years

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Did you even...? (ANGST)

♡ Prisoner!c!Dream x GN!Reader, (Mention of past poly!dream team x reader)

♡ Summary: You pay an old friend a visit. You just need to get something off your chest.

This place seemed to be even creepier on the inside than on the outside and stepping foot into the prison gave you immediate chills. You look over to Sam, who strides through the hall with no issue at all. Well, that does make sense, he did build the place after all. He knew the prison like the back of his hand.

He gives you a quick glance before breaking the silence and asking,

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"If I don't do it now, I'll never do it. Might as well take advantage of the situation while it's safe, right?"

He doesn't say anything in response, and while it does leave a slightly awkward tension in the air, you think it's for the best.

After going through the countless safety measures, you finally make it to the bridge.

"Stand back, let the lava wall fall first."

You nod, feeling your chest starting to tighten up from how nervous you're feeling. As the wall falls, you can see a cell in the distance, and in that cell, a very familiar figure.

You start to feel hesitant when you see him and soon you start to rethink your decision as well.

"I-"

"Last chance, (Y/n). Do you want to do this?" Sam asks, his voice now firmer than before. "I won't be able to follow you, but just know that he won't be able to harm you in there."

You take a deep breath and remind yourself once again, now or never. Do it while he can't properly hurt you, while he can't manipulate you, while you still want to give him a piece of your mind. If you don't let it out now you'll regret never taking this chance.

"Y-yeah, I want this. I have to do this."

Sam doesn't say anything else and turns his attention to the many switches on the wall. "Stand on the bridge and hold onto the railings tight. The moment the bridge connects to the cell hop off quick."

You nod and step onto the bridge.

Upon seeing that it truly is you, Dream is quick to walk towards you but the netherite wall stops him from getting too close too soon. You were here, actually here, visiting him. He hasn't see you in ages, not since he left you three and you still look so-

"Dream?"

...you still look so lovely.

Despite his blank look, he seems dead tired and for the first time in a long while, you actually feel sympathetic towards him, but that doesn't mean you were going to go easy on him. No, it's going to take a while before you find yourself comforting him. Though, despite what you tell yourself you still have to hold back from holding him like you used to do.

As the lava falls back down, along with the netherite wall, you let yourself step over that line, approaching closer towards him and he does the same too.

"(Y/n)."

You let out a sigh, a hand covering your face as you try to get your emotions in check. So many things to say but the dull ache you feel is a reminder that you have so little time, but you do know what to start off with. With a deep breath you finally say what you've been dying to tell him,

"You absolute fucking asshole."

You can't help the venom that seep into your voice as you utter those words and Dream can feel his heart break a little as you use that tone with him. This wasn't your usual teasing insults anymore, you were furious and your voice more than shows it.

"All of this, and for what, Dream?" You ask him.

'For power, for absolute control,' a part of him thinks to himself, but he can't find the courage to say it to you. He can't make things worse than it already is.

"I'm sure Sapnap told you, he never could keep his feelings to himself," the way he so casually says it makes you want to slap his mask right off. If only he was there to hear Sapnap claim that Dream never cared about them, how devastating it was to hear those words.

"You're a selfish prick,"

He is, isn't he?

"Such a greedy motherfucker,"

He's come to terms with that a long time ago.

"...An absolute heartbreaking bitch."

...He didn't expect to fall this hard, (Y/n), he didn't know he'd fall in love too.

Tears start to fall as everything grows to be too much from all the sorror and frustration you're letting out with each word you say. You try your best to wipe them away but it's no use. It just hurts. You wish George and Sapnap were here to comfort you, to hug you, but they weren't and you aren't going to simply hug the monster in front of you no matter how much you want to. As much as it hurts you can't find it in you to stop talking just yet though.

"Was what we all had just a joke to you?" You manage to sob out.

He stiffens a bit as his thoughts race. Inside he's begging you to stop, to please don't ask him that question.

"Was it fun? Y'know- stringing me, Sapnap and George along, saying such loving words. Sharing all those gentle kisses and late night giggles. Were those moments just fake to you?"

(Y/n) please.

"Dream,"

What can he say, what do you want him to say? Please, (Y/n) he doesn't know what to say-

"Did you even fucking love us?"

'Yes,' something inside of him screams, the part inside of him that he tried desperately to ignore ever since he left you three. He wants to shout out his answer, wants to hold you close and never let go, but he can't, because he knows damn well he doesn't deserve it and it kills him everytime he thinks about it. He doesn't deserve you and them.

His silence and blank stare breaks your heart, but at the same time, it also... relieves you, to know that you don't have to cling to any false hope. To know that you can just let go knowing nothing between you four were ever real to him.

You let out a hiccup and a shuddering sigh. Unclenching the fists you never knew you were clenching to begin with. You have so much to say, but you think you've finally reached your limit, so you focus on calming yourself, starting to feel foolish for losing it in front of him.

Silence between you two filled the room, with you looking down at the floor refusing to even glance at him and Dream not moving from where he stands, his thoughts fighting with one another as he thinks about what he should do or say.

Before Dream can open his mouth he sees you starting to sway a little bit. You feel yourself starting to grow weaker as your sobbing slowly stops and the dull ache from before is becoming unbearable, and that's when you realize the potion was still in effect. Your time was running out, you have to leave soon.

You accept whats coming, you said your piece, and even though you still feel like shit, a slight weight has been lifted off your chest . You got to meet him, and finally got to say what you wanted, face to face. You feel satisfied, at least for now.

"(Y/n)," his voice starts to sound like a distant echo as your head starts to throb.

"Don't... please don't say anything...," you feel the room start to spin and you're slowly losing your balance.

"(Y/n), please listen-"

"...I can't Dream. I can't-," and with that, you feel your heart stop and see the world around you turn black for just a moment before you wake up on the bed Sam had told you to set your spawn at. Your head is in a daze as you look around to check your surroundings. At that moment, it all felt so surreal, but you knew better than to think it was fake.

"...Fuck," you literally can't find anything else to say, feeling speechless and a little emotional.

"Feel better?" Sam asks as he walks over to check you over.

"Yeah, I think so..." a ping can be heard as your communicator goes off and it's from Sapnap.

You told him you'd be visiting the prison a few hours before but you weren't expecting him to come and pick you up, he even brought Quackity and Karl with him too. It's a pleasant surprise after that whole situation at least.

"Best not to keep them waiting, (Y/n)."

You let out a final hiccup before laughing softly, wiping away the remaining tears from your face.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Sam."

(Bonus!)

Before your souless body can hit the floor, Dream is quick to catch it and hold it as it starts to slowly fade. He starts to feel some of the tears he's been holding back fall and he doesn't bother to stop them. Instead, he just hugs your body closer to him. It doesn't feel the same with how cold and light it feels, but it's better than nothing.

As your body slowly starts to dissapear, he can't help but whisper out a string of apologies to it, pretending like you three can hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But no matter how hard he pleads, no voices answer back, only the soft flowing of lava and his screaming throughts return to be his only company.

Notes: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this if you did! I haven't written fanfic in ages so I may be hella hecking rusty. I'm also really sorry if this is beyond ooc and dramatic! I'll try to get better as time goes on!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream x reader

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