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Could you pleaseeee do more single dad!Eddie 🥺

✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ stand by me ]

summary: after totally embarrassing yourself at eddie's kid's birthday party, the metalhead single dad from the trailer park shows you his (perhaps equally embarrassing) favorite movie. (2.9k)

pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: eddie and maeve universe, strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, girl dad eddie munson™, fluff, ugly crying at movies

You never did crack open that bottle.

The one you accidentally brought to Eddie’s kid’s birthday party? Yeah, that one. The glass container sits unopened on the coffee table in front of you, casting amber reflections on the old wood beneath the lamplight. It’s just a silly conversation starter now. You’ve got no real reason to drink it, anyway.

There’s nothing more intoxicating than Eddie Munson’s presence.

Sunrays spill from your mouth when you tip your head back to laugh. You turn to look at the boy on the other end of the couch, and your warm cheek squishes against the cushion. “Stand By Me is not your favorite movie!” you argue, giggling softly with disbelief.

Eddie has no idea how big he’s smiling. He’s too busy staring at you to notice the beam on his face.

He shrugs his shoulders, now free from the confines of his leather jacket. He wears a faded Peanuts shirt now. A hand-me-down, you figure. “I mean… Land Before Time is a really close second,” he answers in a teasing lilt.

“Oh, yeah. Only the saddest movie ever made.”

“Maeve used to love it. And, like, not in a normal way— She used to make me play it for her until the tape spun out,” Eddie tells you, chuckling softly to himself. “It grew on me eventually, but… Then she grew out of it.”

You watch him get all forlorn at the thought. You meet his subtle pout with a scrunched nose. “Well, she’s only four, right? Surely, she hasn’t had time to grow out of much.”

Eddie scoffs and slouches further on the couch until his thighs spread. “You’d be surprised. Every time I think I— you know— start to understand her a little bit or whatever, she just… She changes, you know? Like, overnight.”

He doesn’t mean to get so suddenly sentimental about the whole thing. Especially not in front of a pretty girl he only met eight hours ago. He’ll blame it on the late night and the existential dread that always comes with birthdays. He conceals his brooding behind a dumb joke.

“I mean, just this morning, Maeve’s favorite animal was a Hefflelump… Now it’s a blobfish.”

You try to hold back your laughter. You fail. The sunshine-coated giggle sputters from your mouth despite your attempts to keep it hidden. Eddie only laughs because you are.

“I should’ve said turtle or something,” you humor with a roll of your eyes, tucking your knees to your chest. “Or, like, a badger. Maybe then I wouldn’t have gotten made fun of all day.”

“Those aren’t any less normal,” Eddie chuckles with a lopsided grin, dark chocolate eyes twinkling ‘cause he never really liked normal anyway.

You shrug. “Agree to disagree.”

“You wanna know something?” he blurts after a long beat of silent smiles. “When I tucked her in, she made me promise to take her to the aquarium tomorrow. Said she wanted to see ‘if the blobfish were just as gross in real life.’

You smile so wide your eyes squint at the edges. “Do they have blobfish at the aquarium?” you laugh.

Eddie shrugs. “Probably not. But she’ll get to pet a stingray or somethin’. Then she’ll forget all about it.”

“Sounds fun…” you murmur, picking at pills of cotton on the old couch with a suddenly anxious hand.

“Yeah. Parenting always is,” Eddie hums with a distant smile. “Even when it isn’t.”

“Should I— Should I, like, go?” you stammer.

The boy seems shocked by your question. His fluffy brows pinch as he hums. “Huh?”

You squirm, less than comfortable in your own skin. “Well, I mean, it’s… It’s getting kinda late and everything, and… If you guys are going into the city in the morning, I don’t wanna, like, keep you or whatever—”

Suddenly anxious, Eddie sits up a little straighter. “No! No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he responds, then quickly follows with wide eyes. “Unless— Unless you want to leave—”

“I don’t!” you answer, equally flustered.

Eddie forces an awkward chuckle. “I don’t want you to think I’m, like, keeping you hostage here or something—”

“I just don’t wanna overstay my welcome—”

“You couldn’t,” he insists.

You nod, and in a mousy voice, you reply, “Well, you couldn’t keep me hostage, so…”

Eddie grins. “Good.”

“Good,” you echo.

“So… Wanna watch a movie or something?” he offers with a fluttering heart and fidgeting hands.

He feels like a teenage boy all over again — only he never actually got the opportunity to ask a pretty girl out when he was a teenager. People weren’t exactly fighting to spend time with the local freak back then. Or now, really.

Except you.

“Whaddaya got?”

“Well, let’s see…” he says, grunting as he rises from the couch.

Eddie walks the short distance to the box television across the room — which Maeve has carefully decorated with a collection of sparkly stickers. He sorts through the VHS tapes stacked in less-than-organized piles with a ringed hand, realizing must’ve left all the good stuff at Wayne’s.

“Oh, you know… All the Maeve Munson favorites…” he singsongs with a sigh.

“Surprise me,” you call from the couch.

Eddie rises then, with two bulky VHSs clutched within ringed fingers. He holds them on either side of his face and grins between them. “Stand By Me or Land Before Time?”

“Stand By Me,” you answer with a firm nod. “Unless, you know, you wanna see me ugly cry.”

“That’s second date territory,” he quips with a wink, suddenly and very uncharacteristically cool. “Stand By Me it is.”

—————

You’re crying on a stranger’s couch about ninety minutes later.

The credits roll in static colors on the tiny television across from you. The low bass of a nostalgic song floats quietly through the living room — If the sky, that we look upon, should tumble and fall… Or the mountains, should crumble to the sea…

Eddie looks on with a sympathetic beam as you hide your teary face behind your palms. He can’t tell if you’re shaking from sobs or from laughter. Maybe a healthy mixture of both. “I thought you weren’t gonna cry!” he chuckles.

You peek at him through your fingers. Your eyes are glassy with tears and squinting at the edges with a smile. “I forgot how sad it was!” you sniffle, then laugh at yourself.

I won’t cry, I won’t cry… No, I won’t shed a tear…

“You’re crying, too!” you observe as the boy beside you wipes at his eyes with his fingertips. You reach over to shove him with a playful hand. “You big softy!”

Eddie scoffs and swipes his nose with the back of his wrist. “I’m not crying! I’m just… I had something in my eye.”

“Tears?” you tease with a scrunched nose.

He nods, and with a sheepish look in his eyes, he says, “Yeah…”

Your quiet laughter entwines, filling the dim living room with something sparkly and golden. The sound of violins swells in a similar way. Eddie’s eyes flutter shut as he begins singing the lyrics to himself, not really trying but sounding pretty anyway.

“Just as long, as you stand, stand by me…” he croons quietly. You beam and sing softly along with him, audibly less serious about the whole thing. “And darlin’! Darlin’! Stand by me… Oh, stand by me—”

Both of you quieten when a door squeaks about open down the hall. The distant screech is followed by the patter of tiny footsteps. Eddie huffs and sits up a little straighter. “Ah, shit…”

Your face floods with horror. “Was I too loud?” you whisper.

“No. It’s just midnight,” he answers, shaking his wild head. “She always wakes up at midnight. Like my personal little Gremlin.”

Maeve appears in the dark hallway then, drowning in one of her dad’s old t-shirts. Corroded Coffin, the front of it reads, in what seems to be hand-made lettering. The thing fits her like a gown.

Her curls sit in an untamed halo around her head from the intensity of her slumber. She rubs at her swollen eyes with chubby fists. Eddie can’t help but grin at the sight of her.

“Hey, Mayday,” he coos. “What happened? You can’t sleep?”

The girl shuffles to her father like it’s muscle memory to her. Still half-asleep, she grips his shirt with graceless fingers and climbs onto his lap with her eyes still shut. She cuddles into his torso, fitting perfectly there, while you sit frozen on the other side of the couch. Like maybe if you’re real still, she won’t notice you’re there.

“We gonna go see da blobfish now?” she wonders in tiny slurs against his chest.

Eddie’s cheek squishes against her head when he smiles. The expression gets lost in her wild chestnut locks. “Not yet, May. It’s too late— All the fishies are sleeping now. Like you should be.”

She shifts on his lap like she’s trying to get more comfortable there. Her cheek, indented with lines of sleep, rubs against his shirt when she turns to look up at him. “Need you to tuck me in,” she tells him, tiny chin bobbing against his chest.

Eddie juts back to see her better. “Again?” he humors with his brows raised behind his curly bangs.

“Mhmm,” she nods, slow and sleepy.

“Okay,” he hums, scoffing a tired chuckle. “I’ll tuck you in again, bug.”

You don’t mean to laugh. It just crawls up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. You try to hide it behind your palm, but Maeve still notices.

Her fluffy brows scrunch together when she turns to you. She swipes at the hair sticking to her cheek with a fumbling hand to see you better. She doesn’t say anything, though. She just kinda blinks at you, with a brown-eyed, emotionless gaze.

You muster a wavering smile at the girl, lifting your hand in an unsure wave.

“Wanna go see the blobfish with us tomorrow?” Maeve blurts. Though, in her less than awake state, it sounds more like wanna go see da bobfish wiv us tommowow? It’s like you can feel your heart melting.

“The aquarium,” Eddie clarifies.

You squirm in your seat. “Oh, I… I can’t,” you sigh, then follow quickly when she pouts. “I wish I could! It sounds super fun, but I’m… I’m busy…”

You aren’t, really. ‘Cause tomorrow’s Saturday — the only thing you really have to do is try to wake up before noon. You just don’t know how else to turn her down.

“Maybe next time?” Eddie offers hopefully, mostly for Maeve’s sake.

You nod rapidly, just for Maeve. “Yeah. Next time. Definitely.”

“See? It’s okay,” Eddie lilts, squeezing gently at the girl’s sides until she’s smiling again. “We can have fun just you and me, right?”

Maeve pouts in response, a sort of snarled face that’s obviously playful.

Eddie laughs loud and boyishly in return. “Hey! Don’t make that face at me!” he exclaims, feigning offense. Maeve loses her poker face almost instantly as she giggles. “Go get in bed, you weirdo. I’ll tuck you in in a second.”

“And read me another book?” she presses hopefully.

He nods, knowing it’s a fight he’s bound to lose. “And read you another book.”

“Two of them?”

The girl holds her pointer and middle finger in front of her face. Eddie chuckles and guides the latter back down with a gentle hand. “One,” he corrects.

“Two.”

“One.”

“Two!”

A brief stare-off ensues, one in which you’ve got a front-row seat. Maeve’s dark chocolate gaze resembles her father’s — button-eyed and swimming with something honeyed and stubborn. She tilts her chin to her chest and glares unwavering at the man in front of her.

Eddie inevitably caves. He sighs so deeply his chest deflates. “Fine… Two. But only if you run real fast.”

Maeves slides down his denim-clad legs until her bare feet hit the carpet. She scurries down the hall without another word, quiet giggles fading with her footsteps. Eddie slumps against the couch with a small, contented sigh.

You realize you haven’t stopped smiling for several minutes now. “She’s really sweet,” you compliment to fill the silence.

Eddie scoffs a gentle laugh. “Yeah. When she wants to be.”

The quiet returns. You run out of things to say. The notion of the late-late night settles more heavily upon you. You swallow hard and fight for a way out that doesn’t make it sound like Eddie hasn’t just given you one of the best nights of your life.

“I think I’m gonna—”

“Well, I should—”

The boy starts speaking at the same time as you. You cut each other off without trying, then laugh quietly at yourselves.

“You first,” you tell him.

“I should go tuck Maeve in before she goes all Mayday mode and starts screaming at me,” Eddie says, only partly joking.

His sweet little Maeve is only Mayday when she’s throwing a too-passionate tantrum. Or when it’s past midnight, and she’s acting like a total gremlin. He doesn’t particularly want you to witness either. ‘Cause kids tend to be pretty gnarly sometimes — especially when you aren’t the one raising them.

“Yeah, I should probably start heading home, anyway,” you reply. “It’s late.”

Eddie rises with a small huff. You follow behind him towards the front door, both of you moving with slow and heavy strides — neither particularly wanting the other to go.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” he says beneath the sound of the screeching screen door. “And for helping Maeve have a good day and everything… Most people don’t really consider hanging out with a four-year-old and her dad a good time, so…”

“Well, most people are weirdos,” you scoff and slide past him through the doorway. “You and Maeve are, like, the coolest people in Hawkins.”

You stand ahead of him on the front steps of the trailer, glowing beneath the silver moon and the buzzing amber porchlight. Eddie lingers in the entryway and holds the door open with his shoulder, so he can hear Maeve when she inevitably starts shouting for him.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he wavers with a scrunched nose. “Maeve’s pretty cool and all, but… She definitely didn’t get that from me.”

“Your favorite movies are Land Before Time and Stand By Me,” you deadpan with a flat face. A smile inevitably pulls at your lips when you look at him too long, pretty as he is. “You’re cool, Eddie. Whether you wanna be or not.”

“Agree to disagree,” he grins, totally sheepish as he shrugs off the compliment. “Thanks for hangin’ around. Again.”

He feels like he’s said that too many times now, but he’s too full of gratitude to stop. It’s been just him and Maeve for so long. And, yeah, sure, Steve and Robin come around when they can, but they’ve got their own lives outside of this one. It isn’t every day someone appears at his trailer with a bottle of booze and the wherewithal to acclimate to his chaotic life.

Eddie feels like he should never stop thanking you, really.

You shrug. “Thanks for keeping me around. Again.”

“See you soon?” he wonders with a hopeful glint in his dark eyes, made a much lighter amber in the moonlight.

You nod firmly once. “‘Course.”

And even though that’s as good a dismissal as any, you both linger in the doorway still. Like your feet are glued in place.

How are you supposed to walk away from him? The man with wild rockstar curls, rings on each finger, and a beaded bracelet with his daughter’s initial in the very center. The man who loves cartoons more than his toddler and cries with you at sad movies?

You figure you’ll spend forever chasing this foreign feeling he’s so effortlessly given you.

“Daddy!” Maeve shouts. Her high-pitched voice rings through the tiny trailer. It makes you wince a little. You didn’t think something so tiny could be so loud.

“And there’s Mayday…” Eddie lilts quietly, unflinching ‘cause he’s used to this by now.

“I’ll go,” you laugh, walking backward towards your car. “I’ll— I’ll see you around.”

“G’night,” he calls to you as he watches you go.

His chest stings when he realizes he never asked for your number. It feels much too awkward to do it now, and he’s only got a few minutes more before Maeve goes crazy on him. He should’ve asked you ages ago, really. But he didn’t. ‘Cause he’s an idiot.

You notice it, too, but you flash him a sheepish smile over your shoulder anyway. Even if you never hear from him again after you’re gone, you figure there’s always next year.

Maeve will be another year older. Steve will bring you along to her party if you beg. Eddie will be in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and you’ll bring a bottle of booze just to make him smile. The alcohol will go untouched, though, as the two of you get lost in conversation and Stand By Me.

Even if all this was only destined to happen once every year — even if it was only supposed to happen once and never again — you’ll spend the rest of your life grateful that it happened at all.

With a cold hand trembling with longing, you wrench your car door open. Though your heart’s heavy with a distant worry that you may never be back here again, you grin at him through the grief and the small distance between you.

“Good night, Eddie.”

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urwifebabes · 2 months

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Just some smiling critters x reader fluff where they get jealous when reader spends more time with someone

“please.”

relationship(s): smiling critters x reader

warning(s): fluff

you were new to playcare but you instantly bonded with the critters. you don’t why but it was kinda magnetic? if that’s the word. you first met Hoppy Hoppscotch and tried to “hop to the moon” with her. you then met Picky Piggy and you guys talked (mostly about her life there) and ate apples. you then met Catnap. he was abit off putting but still sweet nonetheless, he warmed up to you as days went by and even laid on your lap, purring sometimes.

you then had met Bubba Bubbaphant while he was helping Ms. Delight educate the kids. he was sweet but very nerdy. it made you smile. as it was time for ‘recess’, you had came out to meet a cool bigger body name “Kickin’Chicken.” you could tell he wanted to impress you so whatever he did, you looked and smiled as if you were impressed as you watched him beam each time. As you tried to find your office, you ran into a red bear. at first, you had gotten a little scared before she smiled and hugged you. “you must be Ms. Y/N!” you nodded as the bear softly put you down and grabbed your hand, walking you to your office as she talked about how much she lovedd you already.

when you finally made it to you office; you took a breath realizing those were the type of ‘things’ you’d have to work with everyday. you opened the door and seen a big orange dog, Dogday. and on the other side of him was CraftyCorn. awh, they were decorating your office even though you wanted to do it yourself to pass time.

Dogday turned and looked at you. he quickly came over and pulled you into a giant hug. you guessed he was the gentle giant. “Hi, Ms. Y/N, you’re gonna love it here!”

and in fact, you did. you loved the critters so much. they were all so nice, kind, and touchy. but the touchy part had to be as friends even if it’s Dogday placing his hands right above your ass or catnaps tail wrapping around your thigh or Bobby laying her head between your thighs. these were all friendly remarks! (no they weren’t.)

one day, the higher ups made a new critter. just to spice things up. his name was “Jolly Roger” He was some type of sheriff that was a Kangaroo. you had grown to like him and spent less and less time with your critters and more time with the second hopping animal.

the days, turned into weeks, and then months. and the times you did hang out with the OG critters, you also smelled like ground coffee. Jolly’s scent. They hated it. so they decided to speak up. sooner than later.

you were in your office when Dogday came in. Catnap had tried to follow but he quickly told Catnap to leave. “Angel and I have to discuss this, alone.” Catnap didn’t like that too much but he obliged after the other critters told him to.

“okay, Angel.. on behalf of me and the other critters.. you’ve lost your mind and you need to find it.”

you were appalled as you looked up at him with a questioning look. He quickly changed demeanor and chuckled nervously.

“w—what I meant was.. you’ve been giving a lot of your time to the other newest critter and hanging out with us less and less and.. we don’t like it so .. please think about that.”

you looked at him and thought his words over. you were spending a lot of time with Jolly and you didn’t even process it. you quickly sat up and walked over to Dogday, bringing him into your arms.

“oh, Dogday, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice..” you whispered into his fur before you went outside to the others and hugged them all each one by one.

“I’m sorry, everyone.. I didn’t even notice and that’s my fault.. I promise to be better to and towards you all.”

they all forgave you and from then on, you spent more time with your critters. equal time with them all. which usually consisted of you all in a big fur pile, happy and content as Catnaps tail gripped your plush thighs and Dogdays head laying on your tits. ah, good times indeed.

A/N: sorry didn’t know if you wanted romantic or not so inbetween!

TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

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itsphoenix0724 · 2 months

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I don’t know if your still doing the bouquet event. But an orchid with Rhysand sounds wonderful!

Orchid (Rhysand x Reader)

Warnings: angst (don't hate me)

Word Count: 970

❀° Event Masterlist ❀°

A/N: Thank you for visiting my page, I'm so sorry this took me so long to write. Reader takes the place of Feyre in this fic so Nesta and Elain are her sisters. I have a very complicated relationship with Rhys idk why he's just super hard to write for me. Please don't kill me but this is angsty I'm so sorry. But I hope that you enjoy it <3

You haven’t been able to leave the nursery since you brought your baby home. He was perfect, the crown of inky black hair matching his father, with your eyes staring back up at you. You’re humming softly rocking the cradle back and forth as he sleeps, the knitted bat stuffed animal curled under his small arm. Your body tenses as your husband slips through the doorway, he utters your name and you glare at him without stopping your lullaby.

“I will not discuss this in front of our son.” Your tone betrays nothing of your feelings, refusing to let anything show in his presence. Rhys’s face pales a shade but he nods and gestures with his head to the door. After giving a subtle nod you leave the sleeping prince in his cradle, safely guarded by moonlight dreams, and follow Rhys out of the room. You want for nothing more than a glass of liquor, preferably the strongest Velaris has to offer, as you stand across the study from your husband. Alas, you are nursing so your desire remains a boiling headache sprouting in your temples.

“Darling-” Rhysand starts, but you raise one hand and he stops speaking, snapping his jaw shut. You take a moment to look at Rhysand fully. His raven hair, so normally well-kempt, is run through and the purple half-moons under his eyes cast grotesque shadows on unnaturally pale skin. You’ve barely spoken to him in days since Nyx was born.

In fact, you’ve refused to see any of the inner circle at all seldom your sisters.

“I am going to talk now. You are going to do nothing but listen.” You will steel into your spine, wishing your power to grant you the strength for this. Rhys nods once sitting in his chair and wringing his hands together in his lap. “You made me your equal, and yet you betray me. You force the hands of our truest friends to betray me.” You have felt a tidal wave of emotions since you found out what your mate kept from you.

Anger, betrayal, disgust, but all you feel now is sadness.

Sadness at the reaper that seems to have been following you through your first week as a mother, anger at your sister for snatching your family back from the cold iron of his grip.

“You have proven that the members of this court will obey your wishes without any regard for me as your equal. Not only that, the worst thing about this is you were going to let us die in ignorance, after promising that I would always have a choice with you. That is what truly breaks me, mate.” You watch your husband fall apart before you. The High Lord of Night crumbling and dissolving like salt in water. You want to go to him, you want to ease his sobs and tell him that everything is alright.

But everything is very much not all right.

“Why?” is the only thing you can manage to croak out, your tears finally cracking the damn that you’ve built to keep them at bay. Rhys stands, crossing the room and three wide steps, and wraps you in his arms. You try to fight it but you let yourself collapse into the warm embrace he offers. You wail, cursing the world and your mate, beating your hands against his chest half-heartedly. He cups your cheek a thumb running to wipe the silver from your eyes, but your hands remain limp at your sides.

“I have no excuse,” he swears sinking to his knees you follow him melting without the force of his weight to keep you upright. “I tried to do my best by Madja’s instructions. I did not want to rip the joy from you, but I had no right. I’m so sorry my love, so so sorry. I wanted to bring you the news with a solution.” You still choke around your sobs, the solid iron you’ve built around the bond cracking just a fraction, letting some of its golden light shine back through.

“You also had no right to send Nesta on that hike. Her intentions may have been egregious, but she is the only one who was honest with me.” Rhys’s lips press into a thin line, the topic of your sister always a touchy one, but he nods.

“I’ll do my best to be better for you.” Rhys gulps around the tightening in his throat. You don’t know how long you spend crying on the floor of his study, Rhys soothing your hair before something finally lightens in your heart and you let go.

Forgiveness.

You realize after one heartbeat, then two, that this feeling is forgiveness. You almost collapse under the weight of it. You meet Rhysand’s eyes and let the walls of the bond fall and you feel the palpable relief, see it in his eyes.

“You have to be better.” You mutter, and Rhys nods resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll do better for you. For Nyx. For our family.” He swears and you feel the burn of another promise singeing into your skin, the stretching wings of a dove appearing on your sternum, you can see the twin appearing on Rhys’s own skin. Finally, you press your lips to his and he melts hauling you onto his lap. His kiss is bruising, the bond between you both singing happily in your chests. This healing road will be long, and the trust you’ve built with your family now broken and fragile. But the road is visible, the fog of pain gone from the path you must take. You will forgive, no matter how hard it will be. Rhys’s hands are shaking as he presses a kiss to your forehead. After all of the pain.

Forgiveness is a welcome feeling.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #rhysand imagine #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #phoenix's bouquet #build me a bouquet

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ramsywasalittlelamb · 6 months

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Cg!Alfred Pennyworth headcanons!

(Mentions of regressor batfam and cg bruce throughout the list!!)

a gift to @cutiecorner !! i hope you feel better soon and enjoy these hc’s <3 :]

Bruce never had to tell Alfred directly about his regression, it just naturally happened over time.

Sure, there were conversations about how to go about it and boundaries, but no direct coming out conversation.

Alfred is already observant, and he’s been taking care of Bruce since he was a baby. The man knows his son.

When one of his kids regresses, he’s always the first to notice, as well as the first person by their side to assist them if they need it.

Alfred’s swaddling has become a household favorite.

The blankets are always soft and smell like vanilla lavender, which is a personal favorite scent of bruce’s.

Bruce’s kids always prefer to run off and grab a blanket from the study or office to be swaddled in, since it smells like a mixture between Bruce’s cologne and Alfred’s cinnamon tea, familiar and comforting scents.

He’s mastered the art of being able to divide his attention between kids equally to ensure nobody gets upset that he may spend more time or attention on a smaller regressor.

Bruce goes between being a caregiver and a regressor, and though most of the kids would never admit it to bruce (Dick is blunt and honest when he’s regressed, a trait that Bruce has a love hate relationship with.) Alfred’s milk recipe is just different in a way that can’t be replicated, they’re never too sweet, never too warm or hot. Always perfect.

Most kids least favorite time of day is bedtime, but everyone in the house adores it when they’re regressed.

Alfred makes it fun for the still energetic ones, making it a game or challenge to do their bedtime routine, like brushing their teeth and taking care of their face and hair.

“Good job, sweetheart! Lets see who can brush their teeth the best!”

For the soft and gentle sleepy ones, he helps them around, doing the routine mostly for them with soft praises and encouragement to keep them awake long enough to get them in bed.

“Oh, you’re very tired, little one. Let me wash your face and then you can cuddle up in your warm bed, hm?”

The only time one of the kids don’t like going to bed is if they’re between being regressed and not because they’re tense and stressed from doing work, but Alfred can always guarantee that he can pull anyone away from their work with a little bit of babying.

Taking their hands in his, doing more things for them than usual, making their favorite snack or drink.. the list goes on.

He loves when his kiddo’s stick to his side all the time. Wether it be curious about what he’s doing around the house today, or just wanting to be around Alfie because there’s no reason needed for that, he loves it. Absolutely adores it.

If someone gets hurt, he’s always rushing to their side, cradling their head with whispered assurances as he examines the injury.

“Oh dear, don’t fret, Alfie’s here to help you. Now let’s see where you got hurt.”

If someone is upset, Alfred will do anything to keep his babies from crying. If it’s something minor, like a stuffed animal having to be washed, he’ll play games with them to keep them distracted. If they’re super tiny he’ll make funny faces like he used to with baby bruce.

If it’s something bigger that can’t simply be distracted with, he’ll sit with them and hold them in his lap as they cry. If they wanna talk, he’ll listen and nod along, talk about how brave they are. If they don’t want to, he’ll just press kisses to their head, tell them how they’re so strong.

“It may not be okay right now, darling, but I promise you it will get better.”

He would never let one of the kids see, mostly out of fear that they would begin to worry about him, but once they’re all in bed or he watches them play from afar and enjoy themselves, he sheds a few tears at the fact that his kids not only found a way to help with their issues, but that they trust him with the honor of helping and taking care of them in such a sensitive situation.

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generouskittentidalwave · 8 months

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OKAY LISTEN

I absolutely LOVE the Pluto manga, not only does it give more Astro boy content as a whole but the anime adaption looks incredibly promising! AND I'M HYPED

BUT

The ONE, the ONE SINGLE thing that bugs me that I see some fans of Pluto do when describing Pluto is that it is Astro for adults, or that Astro is the kiddie version of Pluto AND AS A FAN OF BOTH MAKES ME WANT TO START TYING PEOPLE'S ARMS INTO PRETZEL KNOTS.

Not only because Astro boy came out FIRST as Pluto is a version of ASTRO BOY not the other way around, but because PLUTO took a dark part in the ASTRO BOY STORY and expanded on it in it's own unique and creative way, ASTRO AND PLUTO ARE BOTH DARK, BOTH ARE INCREDIBLY DARK, NEITHER ONE IS MORE "DARKER" THAN THE OTHER

There is so much darkness and tragedy in the original Astro boy series, but the difference between Astro and Pluto is that despite the tragedy Astro boy focuses a lot more on the positives of life, being able to live a happy life despite some of the negativity that surrounds you. That doesn't make it so it is less dark or more "for kids". Rather, it gives a sense of realism and hope, that you can live happy even if the world can be dark sometimes. And even though Pluto focuses on the more darker aspects of Tezuka's story, it has that same message of hope, Dr Oshay said it himself in the Pluto manga.

SO, THEY ARE BOTH EQUALLY GOOD AND EQUALLY DARK BUT THE MESSAGE OF POSITIVITY AND HEARTFELT AND HOPE AND FAMILY IS A HUGE ASPECT OF THE STORY. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LOOKING INTO ASTRO BOY JUST AS MUCH AS I RECOMMEND YOU GIVE PLUTO A SHOT.

AND IF I HEAR *ONE* MORE PERSON SAY ONE IS DARKER THAN THE OTHER I *WILL* BE IN YOUR WALLS.

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⚔️ Subtle Nemesis Worship ⚖️

Stand up for yourself and others

Join causes that you're passionate about; attend a protest if it's safe to do so (don't risk your well-being please)

Learn self-defense (includes weapons)

Support human rights or abuse survivor organizations

Educate yourself on historical breeches of human rights and how they still affect people today; educate yourself on oppression

Get a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Have imagery of swords, scales, whips, lashes, daggers, or apple branches around

Have a stuffed animal goose or griffin

Eat an apple

Grow an apple tree or thistle plant

Be kind to yourself and others

Prioritize your well-being; put your needs first

Assert your personal boundaries; learn what your boundaries are

Practice patience, especially with people you dislike or who annoy you

Cook a meal for someone in need

Volunteer at a homeless or animal shelter

Donate supplies to a homeless shelter; blankets, warm clothes, and canned foods during the winter are especially needed; hygiene kits are often highly sought after year round

Cook a meal for your loved ones

Practice empathy for others (not at the risk of your own well-being, however; empathy does not equal self-sacrifice)

Try not to support companies or organizations that are morally corrupt or supporting things that go against human rights (Chick-fil-A, Starbucks, Salvation Army, etc.)

Educate yourself about corrupt organizations and companies so you know which to avoid

Be gentle with yourself when going through something difficult

Apologize for your mistakes, even if it's hard; only do this if you are prepared for a potentially negative reaction, however

Hold others accountable for their actions; don't let people off the hook constantly

Hold yourself accountable for your actions; take responsibility when necessary

Light a bonfire in her honor; write down bad things that have been down to you on paper; burn them in the fire (safely!!!); focus on the feeling of retribution

Take a warm shower/bath after a long day, especially if you're feeling down on yourself

Write encouraging affirmations on sticky notes and place them where you'll see them

Make a list of your strengths and weaknesses; celebrate what you're proud of, work on what you're not

Express yourself in little ways if you can't be fully open; a bracelet to represent your gender, pride flag colored shoelaces, etc.

Celebrate your accomplishments; you did a great job!

Feed neighborhood cats, dogs, birds, etc.

Engage in random acts of kindness; holding the door for someone, complimenting a stranger, helping someone carry things if they're struggling, tipping well, etc.

Take care of yourself physically and emotionally

Practice restraint; learn to hold your tongue if it would only escalate a bad situation

Engage with self-care often, especially when feeling unwell

Practice emotional regulation; allow yourself to feel your feelings; find healthy emotional outlets

Work on forgiving yourself of past mistakes; learn from it, and move on

Let go of people or things that do not contribute to your life in a positive way

Focus on yourself, your future, and your well-being rather than focusing on the success or torment of others; YOU matter, YOUR success matters!!!

When you make promises, try to hold yourself to completing them

Build makeshift animal shelters for animals, especially in the winter season (bird houses out of wood, cat houses of old coolers, etc.)

Engage in activities you're passionate about; drawing, crafting, bike riding, etc.

Play with pets if you have any

Exercise; get movement throughout your day

Pick up trash in your neighborhood or environment; don't litter

Don't kick someone while they're down; offer them a hand up

Treat vulnerability with kindness rather than hostility

Give yourself compliments; wear things that make you feel attractive or badass

I may add more to this later! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Nemesis. I hope this helps someone, and take care, y'all! ❤️

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #nemesis #nemesis deity #nemesis worship #paganblr #pagan tips #deity worship

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mlm-writer · 2 years

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For Kinktober’s Sake (Wade Wilson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Alpha!Male Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1545 POV: Second Summary: Since the mutations, Wade cannot go into heat anymore, but that will not stop him from getting rawed by his alpha boyfriend in a rut. Note: For the prompt ‘knotting’. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Tags: omegaverse, 4th wall breaking, established relationship, if omegas get hot then alphas should get cold I actually do make the rules around here, breeding kink, buttplug, dirty talk, consent and no mention of mpreg

The coffee pot was empty and equally empty mugs sat in the sink. With the late morning sun teasing the tips of your toes, you laid spread out on the sofa, eyes trained on the anime you decided to binge today. It was just any other lazy Sunday, when you felt something change in your body. It was so subtle, at first you thought the eggs you had for breakfast had gone bad. Then, Wade passed behind you and stopped dead in his tracks. “You’re going into a rut,” he stated as a matter of fact.

“Huh?” You replied very intelligently, as you ripped your thoughts from the storyline. You then realised you were a little colder than usual and something was itching underneath your skin. “Oh… yeah. I should make arrangements before it hits full force tomorrow. I didn’t know you could still smell ruts.” You paused your anime and sat up to text your boss that you were not going to come in next week.

“Oh I didn’t say? My nose is fine, it is just my own hormones that got fucked over by all these mutations.”

“Your hormones and your face,” you quipped back, smirking without taking your eyes off your phone.

“Wow, low blow,” Wade replied, while leaping over the back of the sofa, so he could sit next to you. “So… I know I can’t go into heat anymore, but if I buy a big bottle o’ lube and stretch a lot, will you let me spend your rut with you?” He wrapped his arms around one of yours and pressed his cheek against your bicep.

You put your phone down and looked at him. “I don’t know, Wade… I can get a little uh… not myself, you know?” You avoided using something like ‘aggressive’ or ‘animalistic’; it would have only turned Wade on and encouraged him.

Wade let out an annoyed grunt and let go of you. “Please, spare me the cliché shit!” He exclaimed, before putting on a mocking tone. “I don’t wanna hurt you! I am dangerous!” You sighed when Wade climbed into your lap. He did not smell like an omega, but in your pre-rut, the neutral smell was quite welcoming. You wondered if he never had that distinct smell or if he had the mutations to thank for that. “Please, I promise I will be a good boy. Besides, you could tear my whole body in two and I’d still survive. Did I tell you I was just a head once?”

You put your hands on his hips to stop him from grinding into you like a horny little pup. “Babe, I know you’re a glutton for pain, but I am more concerned about you seeing me differently once you have seen me in my rut.”

You stared your boyfriend down, letting him know that you were serious about this. His expression softened, indicating he was done with joking around for a second or two. “Don’t worry pookie poo. I’m so in love, you can have so many red flags that you could start a business and I will still love you.”

That was as serious as Wade could get. He started rubbing himself all over you as if he could scent you. “Come on, give in already so we can get to the timeskip and the people get the filthy smut they came here for. It is kinktober, you know?” Wade whined into your neck.

“Wade… It is September.”

—

The texture of the thick blanket on top of you was awful, but you were so, so cold. A hunger sat deep within your gut, but it was not time to address it yet. When nuzzling Wade earlier brought you no relief, you had the suspicion that your body might never be satisfied without the omega hormones, so Wade was out making a last minute run. The anticipation of his return only made you feel worse. You wanted him and you wanted him right now.

You shivered and pressed your nose in the blanket. It smelled like Wade, but didn’t calm the rut itching underneath your skin. Your situation was nothing but torture. You smelled Wade coming into the apartment and tossed the blankets towards the other side of the room. You all but ran to the door, having to duck out of the way when your boyfriend opened it. “Oh he…”

You did not let him finish his greeting. The delectable scent of omega was on his skin and you needed to inhale it. You slammed the door closed and pushed Wade against it. Your ice cold body found relief in Wade’s body heat and the omega hormones he had generously dabbed on his neck. “You’re fucking cold,” Wade complained. If he was an omega in heat, he would have loved your icy skin.

“Shut up, I need to fucking breed you,” you growled against his skin. You knew your boyfriend was having the time of his life, when you roughly pushed him onto the bed. You took your hoodie and sweatpants off, cock already hard as a rock. Wade matched your urgency and undressed as quickly as he could, before grabbing one of the many huge bottles of lube you bought.

You put him on hands and knees and put your face between his asscheeks, grabbing the buttplug he had worn while making his errand run with your teeth. “I can’t believe you wore this to the pharmacy,” you groaned, after you tossed the buttplug in the direction of the blankets. When you plunged your fingers inside him, Wade moaned wantonly. His voice entranced you, as you fingered him further open, adding a generous amount of lube on his already slicked up hole. “I can’t wait, babe, I need to fuck you.”

“Then do it.” Wade said it so casually, but his words were like gasoline on a fire. You rubbed your thick cock over his hole, getting it slick as well. The first thrust inside Wade’s tight hole was so much stimulation all at once, it took everything to hold back from pushing in further and knotting him right off the bat. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Come on, fuck me like an animal, alpha,” your slutty boyfriend groaned out.

It was the final push that set the ball rolling off a very steep hill. You wanted to take it slow at first, but the hormones clouded your mind. You put an arm around Wade and pulled his body up so his back was pressed against your chest, while you fucked him deep. His skin got hot so quickly and the heat was an amazing relief to the chill that the rut put you in. There was nothing on your mind, but driving your hard cock deep inside Wade. Your knot pushed at his entrance, but did not yet breach it.

“Fuck yes, use me. I’m your omega toy,” Wade screamed into the room, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open a little. You needed him. You started thrusting harder, trying to get the knot inside him and pump him full of your seed. “Ah! Fuck! More lube! Ow, more lube!” You groaned in frustration as you needed to let go of Wade to fulfil his request. Wade fell face down onto the bed. You could see him breathing violently, while you grabbed the lube and nearly emptied it over your knot. You pushed Wade down further, until he was lying prone bone on the bed.

“Lie still, my omega. I’m going to breed you full. You will take my knot.” Wade whimpered under your voice. He was keening, while you pushed your cock inside him up to the knot. You pushed harder and harder, while the sounds coming from your boyfriend indicated he was in the grey area between pleasure and pain.

“Oh my god, yes!” Wade screamed when your knot popped it. You immediately rutted into him, moving your knot inside him as much as you could. Wade was howling, already coming from the friction with the mattress. You were not done though. “Come on, breed me!” Wade demanded, his face cycling through five different expressions, all of them showing you he was hungry for your load inside him. “The writer doesn’t have forever! Do you have any idea how hard it is to write 31 sex scenes without getting repetitive as fuck?” You had no idea what he was talking about, but something deep inside you told you he was right. However, writing 31 sex scenes without getting repetitive was not the only hard thing right now.

You pushed as deep as you could inside of your omega. His walls contracted around you and his delectable heat sent you over the edge. You cursed as you bent your body over his. Your entire body shook with the relief of scratching the itch your rut created. You rolled to the side, bringing Wade with you, forced to be the little spoon, while your knot kept you tied together. You let out a sigh, snuggling into his body heat. “Rest, Wade. I’m not done with you.”

Wade chuckled and patted the arm you had around his waist. “I know, sweetcheeks, but, for the sake of kinktober, the writer definitely is.”

#wade wilson #deadpool #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x male reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool x male reader #male reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #marvel #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #Marvel x Y/N #ryan reynolds

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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shirou smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (14/06/23) [2/2]

fandom(s) ; brand new animal

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shirou ogami

outline ; “🐜 anon because i love BNA and 100% wasnt the person to recommend it whaaaat.... .

Shirou Ogami relationship and smut hcs?

also i accidentally typed shitou Ogami for a second there 😭”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dom!shirou, dumbification, rough play

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

shirou strikes me as someone who is a switch but defaults to dominance because he’s reluctant to relinquish control and be vulnerable in front of another person

he alternates between soft and harsh dominance depending on his mood/needs and the boundaries you’ve discussed beforehand

insists on a safe word either way, though, as he doesn’t want to cause you any actual harm — even if your relationship is casual

if you’re not big on rougher play then he’ll be softer — leaning into kinks and play that doesn’t involve pain or degradation

things like size difference, voice kink, mild praise and some teasing — enough to leave you squirming and whimpering and needy but nothing too extreme

stuff like emphasising how much stronger and larger he is — both in general (even shifting to further demonstrate it) and in regards to his dick, which is substantially larger than average

growling more in his speech and lowering his tone as he whispers into your ear from behind, carefully watching your reactions whilst he reaches between your legs to play with you — alternating between praising you for how obedient you are and teasing you for being so aroused already

but if you’re more on the kinky side, then he’ll be open to discussing and involving some of his more ‘extreme’ preferences

things like biting/marking, semi public play, all sorts of pain play, overstimulation and edging

marking usually only happens in areas that can be covered — such as your stomach, chest and thighs (or your throat/collarbone if you have clothes that can cover them)

they’re more like reminders to you about how good you’ve got it rather than a direct claim of ownership (unless you’re actually together)

pain play usually circles back to types of spanking and accidental cutting (he can get carried away sometimes and has some rather sharp claws)

he doesn’t use any toy (be that paddle or whip), preferring his hands and is equally happy to spank your ass, your thighs or (if you have one) your pussy

semi public play translates to him dragging you (or letting you drag him) into the nearest alleyway/closet/cupboard/etc. for a quickie when you’re both particularly needy

it’s also usually paired with some sort of gagging (read: his hand or a piece of cloth over your mouth) to make sure you don’t get caught

overstimulation is a result of his need to push you as far as you can go, to show off how capable of a lover he can be by leaving you dumb and drooling and sobbing — also linked to a slight kink for dumbification and crying

edging is rare and used as a sort of punishment — edging and teasing you until you admit to your wrongdoing and swear you’ll never repeat it

this can be anything from flirting with someone else to masturbating after promising to save your pleasure for him

also uses light breath play if you express an attraction to the power dynamic between the two of you — either momentarily squeezing your throat before moving on or grabbing your throat from behind to pull you against his chest

probably isn’t the biggest fan of pet play but might incorporate some elements if you’ve been good — such as using a leash and collar to choke and lead you, calling you a ‘pet’ during dirty talk and other such things

prefers sex and handjobs over oral, but won’t turn down oral if asked or offered — and he’s amazing when he goes down on you (long tongue, talented fingers and a desire to please all lend themselves to a good time for you)

as far as positions go: big fan of concubine and doggy style, but he can also appreciate the mating press and cowgirl/reverse cowgirl if he’s in the right mood

under the right circumstances he can enjoy different types of desk sex including:

receiving oral from you beneath his desk when he’s in a meeting (he has an amazing poker face)

you riding his thigh or his cock when you’re really needy — usually combined with one his hands groping your ass whilst he sorts through paperwork with the other

him bending you over his desk and fucking you dumb — only ever used as stress relief when he’s been too busy to tend to you

if he’s getting especially rough and exerting a lot of energy then there is a chance that he’ll shift in the middle of sex — which has happened on multiple occasions without him initially realising

this has led to you getting deep scratches along your back, chest and thighs — as well as tooth indentations on your throat and genitals when he’s changed during oral

he’s always apologetic afterwards because he never means to harm or startle, but it’s usually more hilarious than shocking

isn’t loud in bed but he does make a lot of noises during sex: growls, grunts, low moans and cusses — as well as occasional bouts of dirty talk or instructions of course

#sleepingdeath #🐜 anon #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #smut #smut hcs #bna smut #bna x reader #brand new animal smut #brand new animal x reader #shirou ogami x reader #shirou ogami smut

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lolhex12 · 11 months

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shin soukoku brainrot

disclaimer: all i know abt BSD is from watching the anime and countless tiktoks full of manga spoilers. that being said, i have no idea what's canon and what isn't or the details of what's happening in the manga.

in which atsushi can fully transform in tiger form at will (bc i'm a sucker for that)

- at the end of the current arc, the ada needs to give a member to the pm so, in a meeting where all ada and pm members are present, mori is looking directly at dazai bc as much as he would've preferred to have yosano, he can't bc of her agreed immunity.

dazai is distraught bc "why does only yosano have immunity? why would fukuzawa only protect her and not him? he'd rather die than go back to the pm!" everyone is shocked to see such a strong reaction from dazai bc that's the guy who can't be fazed by anything.

atsushi, seeing his mentor's distress, stands up: "uhm, i offer to switch over"

everyone's focus and shock shifts to him. why would sweet innocent atsushi want to switch to an organization that kills ppl (among other things)?

mori, with a raised eyebrow: "you....'offer'?"

atsushi: "i offer under one condition"

mori, intrigued: "do tell, kid"

atsushi: "i'll join the pm but i get to work only with akutagawa; join him on all his missions, like a permanent +1"

akutagawa's standing behind mori like 'wtf'. mori, amused, turns to akutagawa: "what's your opinion on this?"

akutagawa, composing himself with a cough: "ahm, his prospects look promising in terms of ability and skill. and... previous teamwork between the two of us has proven... effective..."

mori squints at his hesitation when chuuya butts in: "sir, if i may"

mori gives him the go-ahead. chuuya: "sir, i believe the white tiger would be a better pick than dazai, seeing how much more willing and cooperative he seems than someone who's deserted us before. if he left us once, what stops him from doing it again? all due respect and consideration, i believe we should opt for fresh blood here"

mori hums, thinking abt chuuya's words. he turns back to atsushi: "why are you offering to join the mafia, kid?"

atsushi: "to annoy akutagawa," he says with an exaggerated smile. mori starts laughing while everyone there's just like 'what? srsly?'

akutagawa, eye twitching: "sir, i take it back. his ability is shit and he has no skill at all"

mori: "declined. i've already made my decision. i feel like this will be as entertaining as the old double black, so i'll allow it." he turns back to atsushi: "welcome to the team, kid"

the meeting wraps up, atsushi goes to akutagawa to remind him how they're stuck together now and how he'll make sure akutagawa keeps his promise to him (abt not killing ppl for six months).

before mori leaves, he turns to dazai: "that kid may have saved you today, but next time i'll be more insistent on what i want and make sure i get it." a chill goes down dazai's spine at those words, as if he didn't already feel bad that atsushi basically sacrificed himself for him. the ada misses their tiger boy while said tiger's having the time of his life making akutagawa's life harder.

(the main reason atsushi insisted he exclusively worked with akutagawa is bc he knew he wouldn't have to kill anyone due to their promise. akutagawa is the safest option for atsushi to keep his integrity and morals clean if he had to join the pm)

- sskk who work together show up at meetings with akutagawa riding on atsushi's back in full tiger form. atsushi kneels when they reach akutagawa's chair, akutagawa then dismounts his tiger and waits for atsushi to de-transform so he can pull atsushi up and draw him a chair next to his. akutagawa makes sure atsushi sits down before him despite being his personal transportation method. (bc we love equality and respect like that) akutagawa rides his tiger only when he feels more sick than usual or when he wants to prove a point (that they're a power couple, as 'work partners' ofc <- #denial)

- once atsushi comes to prefer his full tiger form rather than human form, he'll go into meetings with akutagawa and sit down next to his leg with his head on akutagawa's lap, who will in turn pet him through the entire meeting and even when atsushi starts purring, no one dares comment on it bc they don't want to get their tongues cut off

- after a hard fight, akutagawa has a coughing fit and is so exhausted he passes out. atsushi then fully transforms into the white tiger and picks up akutagawa like a cat picks up her cub and places him on his back to get back to safety

- akutagawa sleeping curled up around his tiger. cuddly and comfy and warm

- someone, probably gin, hearing a bad coughing fit coming from akutagawa's room but when they go check they see atsushi sitting on akutagawa's bed, rubbing his back with a glass of water in his other hand, waiting until the cough subsides so his partner can drink it [after the current arc, ppl suspect akutagawa's cough would go away bc of the regen powers or whatever but i love angst so i left it in :) ]

just,,,,sskk being a power couple and atsushi having full control of his ability. he's just a big cat to me (and to akutagawa, who absolutely loves his feline partner)

again, i know very little abt the story and characters so pls don't come for me ><

#feel free to use these as prompts for fics if u want. just make sure u tag me so i can read it pls #sskk #shin soukoku #akutagawa x atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #bungou stray dogs #bsd #headcanon #bsd headcanon #aku x atsu #i'm so upset. tiktok fully and single-handedly converted me into a sskk shipper. i didn't even know/like these characters at first??#AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABT THEM FML

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treysimp · 2 years

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Do You Wanna Make Out On My Couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Ignihyde (Idia)/AMAB!Reader (Reader has a penis)

Idia/AFAB!Reader

The time has come, lovely readers, for a spicy conclusion.

This is a continuation of the work "Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 4)". Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Reader not described other than their junk, and pronouns are not used for them.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, M/M sexual relations, handjobs, questionable use of the word "smoocharoo", ask to tag for more.

SFW Works in this series:

To skip straight to the action, scroll to the second picture of Idia, thanks!

“…are you okay? Did you like… hit your head or something?”

Idia flatly questioned you, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears and his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare. It was very him to be so blasé and sarcastic at the first sign of vulnerability, but you had to admit you were a bit hurt. You were putting yourself out there, you know?

“Are you really going to pretend that I am not into your cringe ass at this point? Who do you take me for?” You spat, crossing your arms with a huff. If he was going to play dumb, you were simply going to drive him into a corner until he couldn’t.

“Cringe? You’re cringe! You couldn’t even beat BloodScorne without my help, and you put it on easy mode!” He threw back, his glare melting into a sardonic smile that showed off the razor-sharp teeth behind his cool-tinted lips. “Fake gamer.” He finished with a shrug, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“I can and have beat it! I just did that so you’d spend time with me, moron!” Oh this bitch, you were going to kill his skinny ass.

“Moron! Are you kidding me? You’re the moron! Asking me to make out with you out of nowhere when I’m clearly in love with you, how stupid can you get?”

Your expression curled into a smirk equally as fast as Idia’s face fell in horror.

“So you’re in love with me?” You ask triumphantly. An eyebrow quirked in mock derision. You tilted your head to the side in faux-curiosity. And this guy says he’s a genius, pfft.

“Ah…” eyes wide, shoulders trembling and hair flickering pink at the tips, Idia suddenly finds the ground under his shoes incredibly interesting.

You could barely hear him mumble, “What does it matter? You’re never going to reciprocate so…” he signed, "...why even try?"

You inhaled through your nose and out through your mouth. Okay, so it was the self-hate thing. You could work with that.

“Idia. Do you think I go around propositioning randos every damn day?” You say, your eyes crinkling at the corners at the idea.

Part of why you both got along so well was because of how badly you both were when it came to relationships. It was a common topic of your late-night bitching sessions: 'what awkward thing did you do today?' or 'do you wanna hear this dumb thing I did as a kid' or 'wow I relate to this anime I just watched, it's about this loser gamer who gets a harem' (okay that last one was just Idia).

His jaw snapped shut. Of course, he didn’t think you went around hitting on strangers! But how could… someone like you… and him…

“Why me?” He asked, “Out of all of your options how could it possibly be me?” He almost felt like crying in disbelief. If he were you... He would never...

“Because we have a lot in common. And because I like oblivious assholes apparently.” You say, rubbing your forehead. You felt a headache coming on.

Feeling driven into a corner, Idia stood in silence. He had imagined this scenario so many times, he had run the calculations in his mind over and over but they never gave him good results. Even in his fantasies, he failed.

Try as he might, Idia was quickly running out of excuses, and the intentional evenness of his voice was long-lost in his squeaky attempts at arguments.

“Look,” you sigh, “I promise this smoocharoo won’t kill you.” You punctuate your sentence with a wink, which did nothing to calm down Idia as you gently tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Very funny.” He replies flatly. “I almost died, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a shame.”

“...I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that suit again though.” You mumble mostly to yourself, but Idia 100% heard you.

Coincidentally, Idia was also suddenly overcome with the thought of how you would look in formal wear, like if you were to go to a wedding together - ah, no no no not going there! Shut the fuck up, brain Idia! SHUT UP!

Noticing his distress, you took the opportunity to lean forward to rest your forehead on his. As you suspected, it felt like a furnace. You frowned.

“Do you have a fever or something? Is that why you don’t want to kiss me?” He had already admitted to liking you, what's the hold-up?

Idia shook his head aggressively, flame hair splaying out frantically at his denial. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, taking in your features and how soft your skin felt against his own. Your eyes gleamed in the dim light, teeth sparkling as you laughed at his frantic head motion and he was hit with a slight scent of mint from the gum he had given you earlier. What would you taste like? Would you also taste like that gum?

Unthinkingly moving despite his previous over-the-top protests, Idia let that intrusive thought carry himself to your lips in a feather-light peck.

Your eyes widened, but just as he was about to apologize for his sudden change of mind, you pulled him back in place.

Anime and manga said that kisses felt like marshmallows and tasted like lemon, but he couldn’t say he agreed.

This one, right here right now? It was mint, and something else warm and wet and entirely unique, but certainly you. He inhaled through his nose as you both continued your soft and shy kisses.

His hands threaded through your hair to pull you closer and he wondered if all of this was just a very realistic dream. You both separated for a moment, eyes half-lidded and breath coming out in short puffs that were lightly defined in the cold air.

“Are you going to let me inside?” He asked, feeling newfound confidence pulse through him as he nibbled at your ear.

He felt the sharp inhale you took against his neck, and he couldn’t help but smile. He was the one making you act like this. No one else. Just him.

Pulling away from his embrace, you slowly nodded as you opened the door to Ramshackle to let you both inside.

Idia followed you silently with his hands in his pockets. Despite how warm he felt, burying himself in his hoodie let him think for a moment. He wished you both were in his room right now instead. It would be way more comfortable than… this.

He supposed that you’re not supposed to complain when the hottest commodity on campus is coming onto you, though. Not that he would dare. As much as he liked to complain, he did like you more… not that he would ever say it out loud.

You physically pull Idia out of his thoughts when you push him onto the couch gently. He lands with a soft thud and a squeak of surprise.

Idia really could be cute sometimes, huh?

You climbed onto his lap, looking down at his face and slowly taking in all of his features. His kohl-lined eyes, his dark lips, the flickers and waves of his hair, you loved all of it.

It was hard not to stare at him sometimes, his beauty was so otherworldly and yet somehow the only other person who took notice was a damn ghost!

Not that you minded the lack of competition.

“Idia…” you breathed, lowering your face down so that your lips almost skimmed his again, “...are you okay with this?” You asked.

You had been incredibly forward this whole time, but you didn’t want this thing to be one-sided. As much as you would be disappointed, you would back off if he asked. You’ve waited this long, after all.

Idia was silent, pointed teeth worrying over his lower lip. He seemed to be having a very heated internal debate, but you let him stew in silence for a moment. It was okay not to rush him, as much as you wanted to.

Finally, with a look of determination, Idia placed his hands on either side of your hips and ground up against you, a whine slipping from his mouth while the rose color that had been dip-dying his hair began spreading slowly upward.

“Haah…” he exhaled with a hiccup, watery eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

“Please, don’t stop.”

What little self-control you had left hanging by a thread snapped when you felt Idia grinding into you from below. You had a pretty good track record of holding your lust at bay so far, but feeling the quickly stiffening bulge in his pants made you grow harder in-turn, and you weren’t sure how much patience you had left.

“Idia,” you groaned, grinding yourself down on him, desperately trying to memorize the pathetic look on his beautiful face.

“What do you want me to do?” You said, unable to hide the ecstatic smile that spread across your face.

Idia’s eyes were closed as he pushed even harder up into you, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. You stroked his cheek to grab his attention, and he blearily returned your gaze, golden eyes shining brightly.

When he saw you looking down at him, he gave you that classic smug smile that always made your heart skip a beat, and his grip tightened on either side of you.

“Oh? Now you want to hear what I think? That’s not very like you.” he said breathily, trying to keep himself from melting into a puddle at the sudden influx of physical affection.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, grinding down with a smooth sway that made Idia choke. He murmured the quietest ‘uh-huh’ you ever heard in your life. Grinning, you hopped off his lap and began unzipping his pants as fast as your shaking hands would allow.

After finally unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling his pants down (with Idia helpfully pushing his hips up to help with a whine) you could see the proper outline of him covered by his boxers.

Swallowing thickly, you pushed his boxers down in a rush to answer the curiosity that was gnawing away at you.

His dick was veiny and so, so firm. He was long and lean with a tip that matched the blue of his lips.

You had to have him.

With as gentle a hand as you could manage in your excitement, you stroked the silk softness of his dick with the pads of your fingers. Relishing in the shiver that crossed his body, you idly played with the trail of hair from his navel to his bush. Idia’s hand swatted you in slight annoyance and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction to your teasing.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” Idia groaned with a slight buck of his hips. “Are you a sadist or something?’

Stroking his velvet skin up and down and up and down, it felt like you could feel the blood rushing to his length in real-time as you watched his balls twitch from the pressure. Maybe you were a sadist? Only because he was so cute like this, though.

You didn’t want to rush him, but you also had to feel him as soon as you could.

“Idia, can I fuck you?” You whisper into his ear as you continue your soft strokes. You idily wondered if that Idia’s eyes might get stuck with they way rolling into the back of his head from the sensation.

“Ah… you... yes… please…”

You squeezed him just a bit harder, “Idia, louder.”

“Please, please fuck me!” He gasped, hips spasming to chase the high of your tight grip. You laughed and kissed him on the forehead.

“Alright. Turn over Idia. Show me yourself.”

Hair fully burning pink, Idia rose to his knees, finally pulling off his shirt and hoodie to get them out of the way. Positioning himself ass out, presenting himself to you... he was gorgeous.

How many times have you pumped your hand over yourself thinking about this? You licked your lips and lightly traced his hole with your finger, feeling a thrill at seeing him pucker from the touch.

Idia looked back at you pathetically, eyes watery. You swallowed audibly, fuck. How long were you going to be able to keep this up?

“If you’re going to keep teasing, I’ll just top instead,” he said with a huff.

His trying to talk back to you was so precious considering how much of a quivering mess he was. You couldn’t wait for him to make good on that promise, but not today.

You spat on his asshole and began massaging the slick around him. You spent time just barely dipping your finger inside of him every so often. Just enough of a pressure on his soft muscles to make sure that he kept whining.

You could hear him whimper your name every so often, and each time he did you weren’t convinced that you would cum in your pants right there, but you bit your lip firmly.

If you were going to cum anywhere… it was…

“God, will you fuck me already?” Idia snapped, sassy voice trying to cover his quivering legs as you had graduated to slowly pumping your first two fingers in and out of him.

Giggling, you leaned over his back and licked the shell of his ear enticingly, “Would you prefer I go in dry, gorgeous?”

Idia gasped quietly in response, but you could feel him tighten around your fingers. Okay, filing that idea away for next time too.

Finally freeing your dick from your pants, you immediately got around to tracing your tip across the creases of Idia’s ass. His moans were getting louder and his words were increasingly babbled and frantic. It was a combination of your name, begging for your cock, insults, and absolute nonsense. You couldn’t wait to fuck the brains out of him.

Slowly easing yourself in, you felt like you were being sucked in by each soft inch of him. He was so hot, so tight, just like he was made for you.

“You okay?” You asked. Idia nodded wordlessly, his eyes screwed shut as you saw a single bead of sweat fall from his forehead.

“You feel so good… do you want me to move?”

“P-please! Please move!” He groaned, pushing his ass as far into you as he could, desperately seeking every inch of you he can fit. Well, it was rude to keep him waiting, right?

You slowly began snaking your hips back and forth in a slow rhythm, digging your nails into Idia’s hips as you licked your lips at the sight.

You wanted to see him come undone on your cock, you wanted him to beg for you, god you wanted to see him in every position you could bend him in and get him covered in every fluid he would allow.

You didn’t realize how much your mind had wandered until you noticed just how much noise Idia was making. His hands were balled up on the couch below you as his moans became higher and higher pitched with each swing of your hips.

You leaned forward to kiss between his shoulder blades and wrapped your hand around his dick, looping your thumb and pointer finger around his balls like a cock ring.

With a sadistic grin, you whispered to him, “Do you want to cum, baby? Do you think you deserve it?”

Idia’s head shook wildly from side to side.

“No, I don’t-! I don’t, but I need it, please! God, I hate you!” He sputtered, uselessly pushing his hips forward into your hand.

You chucked as you loosened your grip and began pumping his length in earnest, matching the pumps of your hand to your increasingly messy thrusts.

“Then cum.” You whisper, leaning in and biting a meaty bit of his shoulder, pistoning your hips desperately as you chase your release.

You felt Idia’s balls tighten as his release sputtered forth to cover your hand. You immediately withdrew it and pulled out to pump yourself above him, using his cum as lube to get you to your finish.

With a groan, you came on his lower back. Your eyes half focused from the overwhelming sensation of just how fucking HOT that all was.

Slowly lowering yourself Idia again, you kissed across his shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

His chest was heaving, and while he wasn’t moving, his little chirps and moans and ‘thank yous’ made you relieved to think that he enjoyed it as much as you did.

Leaning back on your gross couch, you spend a moment catching your breath before finally hopping to your feet.

You went to your counter and grabbed a spare paper towel. Hissing through your teeth at the sensitivity of your dick as you cleaned yourself off and then tossed the rag into the trash.

Grabbing a new towel and wetting it slightly under the sink, you went over to gently clean up Idia as well. You smoothed his sweaty hair from his face, and this might be the most beautiful you had ever seen him. Leaning over to give him a light kiss on the nose, you smile fondly at your dumb nerd.

“Hey…” he says pathetically, smiling up at you with a sweet and exhausted face.

“Hey,” you reply, gently cleaning him up.

“Same time next week?” You tease, causing Idia to slap your shoulder.

“Fuck you,” he murmurs tiredly.

“Maybe next time.” You counter, softly kissing him on the lips and dragging him to bed after dressing him in a pair of your pajamas so you can both hold each other for the rest of the night.

Cringemaster Idia is here, babes! Next chapter I will post is the AFAB version.

For what it is worth, both are written completely separately so you will experience a very different sex scene in each version (the opening is the same though).

Love you readers, let me know who you want to see next!

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Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond) Part 4

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Once when i was younger i had an accident.

I did something wrong.

What it was is hardly relevent now, insignificant as it was, but at the time it felt as if my small world was collapsing.

My eldest brother, the one i was the weakest to, ended up fixing the situation and my parents never found out it had ever taken place. But to this day my heart still races whenever someone questions how i got the faint scar on the palm of my hand.

As a child who accidentally cut my hand with a blade my first instinct should have been to cry, to ask for help, to tell my mom or dad.

My first instinct instead, was to hide.

To hide my problem. To hide my mistake, my imperfection.

We hide when we dont feel safe. When being seen was unsafe.

As a young uneducated child I somehow felt that sharing my authentic emotion was not going to be safe.

Authenticity and attachment are two equally important needs for a child but if they had to pick one or the other a child would most likely sacrifice authenticity to keep attachment.

This is because we need attachment from our caregivers as children for survival.

This is shown even in animals. Show any kind of weakness and you could be abandoned by your flock. Or in my case, my family and or clan, my safety net.

Mabey this is the cause for the way i distenced myself from anything my young self deemed wrong, unworthy.

My cause for distencing myself from anything human.

If i look back on my younger self now i would not be able to find compassion for the person i was or the situation i endured.

However, if i pictured my siblings being in any of the same circumstances that would be a diffrent story.

You could wonder what happened to a child to make them feel so unsafe to show their own emotions and yet the answer wouldnt be a simple one. Neither would the healing process.

I dont know why or what any of this means, ive never been good at or able to read my own emotions properly.

But i had always been told in my clan that i had a certain air about me.

At first i thought this was because the other na'vi people in the clan thought i was more human like than na'vi, like how they thought of my twin brother. This thought was soon pushed away however because of how i would hear my grandmother often say the same thing about me to my mother and father.

I knew it ment something diffrent then because my grandmother would never say anything harmful about me, much less to my father who was once human before becoming one of the people and Toruk Macto.

Than again, this realization didnt help in figuring out what they had ment otherwise at all. I could only guess, only assume, but never confirm and i would not be one to ask.

I would not be a bother, i would not be a burden, i would not be unworthy of my parents love.

However when i landed on that warm silky sand. The sand of the metkayina clans bay where they dwelled i finally figured out what my previous clan members and grandmother had ment.

~~~

My family had gone ahead of me to the place the metkayina clan dwelled.

We had been forced to fly in last nights storm as we were only a little ways off from where the metkayina clan stayed and father wanted us to power through one last time. During this one of Tuks posessions had been blown away and in my haste i had promised her i would look for it after the storm had passed in an attempt to calm down the destraught child.

I was now flying solo on the calm warm wind currents beyond the reef trying to find the thing that i knew i had no chance of actually finding.

My father had reassured me before hand that we would find safety and a place to rest with the Metkayina people so that i would not need to fear being separated from them even if we did not arrive together.

I had the coordinates, the directions, the knowledge and the talent to handle myself. My mother had been worried and tried to do it herself or have Neteyam go instead but even she knew that at this stage everyone was exhausted from the extensive journey.

One we had never done before and hoped would never have to again. This was something my father was trying to reassure us of by finding a place within the Metkayina clan.

My father knew i would be fine, he knew i was capable of handling myself. I just hoped i believed in myself as much as he did about this.

When you grow up the way i did, in the forest, constantly surrouded by danger, constantly needing to be alert, you develope certain instincts. Gut feelings and sharper sences. I could pride myself on these instincts, the ones i had, they kept me safe and out of danger.

It was something that was built into my body through time, through trial and error. Watching and learning, learning from my mistakes and bettering myself. I may not be as connected with the forest as Kiri but i sure as hell made it so i would know what was going on around me when i was in it. To not only further improve myself to gain my parents aproval and recognition but also to protect myself and my siblings.

This was one of the main reasons my father was so addament to send me. Also because of the whole insident that made us all have to flee our home in the first place. The incident where my siblings were captured by humans in avatar bodies, putting knives to their throats and even going so far as to kidnap Spider who was also human.

If i had been with them at that time i would have, for one, been in my right mind as to not do something stupid like that, which might be the reason they didnt have me come along with them. And i also would have known especially to not bring Tuk along while doing it. But also i would have been able to sence something was wrong, that someone was coming. Hear twigs snapping in an unnatural way, the sound of footsteps indicating how many people were headed our way.

How heavy they were, how tall they were, if they were trying to sneak up on us all or not and which direcrion they were coming from. I would be able to sence all these things. I had taught myself to, spending countless hours alone in the forest training myself while also practicing everything my mother had taught me and everything i had witnessed while observing others, which i had absorbed like a sponge.

My father might have been giving me a chance to prove myself to my mother like how my brothers yearned to prove themselves to him. Rather, to me, i didnt think it would do much but tire me out even more than i already was. And if i was unlucky enough i could even get stranded if my bond with my ikran started acting up again.

Having said that, we were only a little ways off from our destination so this had put my mind at ease about doing it. It seemed to calm my mothers mind as well, who seemed the least willing to let me part with them. It was also reassuring to her and, although i wouldnt admit it, to myself as well, that father had told me to catch up to them after a day and no later even if i had not found what i was sent looking for.

"Wow great idea, make a promise to your little sister to do something dumb when you both know you never break a promise" i said to myself out loud as there was now no one around to hear me.

Technically i never said i would find the thing, only look for it, but now i felt the need to find it before returning or it would nag at my conscience everytime i looked at tuks pouting face. As i knew she would be sulking about it for the next week at least and that wouldnt do after she was already sad enough having to leave her home.

The leather seat of my ikrans saddle burned into the sides of my legs from the extensive riding. I was sure that if i hadnt been wearing my riding pants that i would have had cuts lining my thighs from all the sharp turns i had to make in and around rock formations i had seen too late.

I definitely had burns from the leather because of all the jerking left and right of my ikran i had to do. I had been anxious the whole time we were riding, just waiting for my bond with my ikran to give out and for us both to go tumbling out of the sky together. My family would find out and- oh i couldnt even think about it any further.

But thankfully my ikran had held up and i got comfortable enough to have Tuk sit with me, to take her off my mothers hands, when i felt less anxious that we could possibly fall.

After a while of searching for Tuks posession i was lucky that i had found it and even more so that nothing bad had happened with my ikran or bond while i had been alone and separated from my family.

I had memorised the directions my father had explained and even written down for me and followed them to a tee. I soared over head flying lower to the sea than usual, trying not to give off a threatening posture as i arrived upon my destination.

I arrived in the early morning a day later than the rest of my family to the residence of the Metkayina clan. I saw many of the clans members working and doing chores around as i flew high above them.

They called out to me and i responded in as much of a friendly and non-threatening manner as i could in turn.

Even though my father had reassured me that the Metkayina clan would take them in the day before, i could not help but worry that they might have been turned away and i would have to go in search of them.

Although going in search of my family didnt seem very likely since i knew that even if they were turned away my father would have at least barginned with the Metkayina clans leaders for them to stay at least until i returned.

And when i did return if they could be so kind as to show hospitality until we were rested enough to continue our journey and move on to possibly the next nearest clan or whatever else father and mother had in mind.

When i finally landed on the bay of where the Metkayina clan dwelled i hopped off the back of my ikran onto the warm sand down below. It was an odd and new feeling but not one that was uplesant. What was really unpleasant was the way the people of the clan gathered around me immediately like a hawk to prey, looking at me like i was a meal.

We had learned all about the leaders of the Metkayina clan and how fierce they were before we departed, their Olo'eyktan Tonowari and especially their Tsahik Ronal. We had also learned about their children, the youngest Tsireya and the eldest and heir Ao'noung. This knowledge was deemed necessary for us to have by father if we were to ever make a good first impression or find our place in a diffrent clan.

When i felt their eyes roaming my body as if to look for any weakness they could find and exploit i did as i always would in these situations. I had observed many a time how my mother and father dealt with affairs and how they and other senior members of the clan showed their authority. But since i was suposed to keep a friendly attitude as my father had said i toned it down a bit, simply blocking out any and all ways i could appear weak to my new clan.

Shoulders down and back. Chin up. Hold your head high. Keeping your tail and ears stiff, dont let them twitch, dont move them. Dont fiddle or figet with your hands or anything else. Dont let the gleam in your eyes waver as they stare you down, soaking in every aspect of your being, even if you feel as if your awaiting death row.

And that was it. They backed off. The hungry gleam in their eyes faded out. Usually they relaxed back into themselves and carried on with what they were doing, mostly just ignoring me afterwards. Thats what the people in my clan did when i put up this version of my shield as they had grown used to the flame i had, the fire my heart contained. But the people here were not used to me, they seemed even slightly tense after the gleam had left their eyes, their confidence with it.

'Maybe this is what Grandmother had ment' i thought to myself as i witnessed the situation that played out before my eyes.

Instead of dropping and relaxing their shoulders completly they looked almost scruched up slightly as if I were the one who made them recline into themselves instead of the other way around like they thought it would be.

Yes. I was sure of it now. This is what my Grandmother had ment.

The spark im my heart. The one that i kept under wraps, contained, but that yearned to be set free, that yearned to rage a blazing fire. It peaked its head out at moments, moments like these and when it did it demanded respect. It could enrapture peoples attention and in turn their own hearts.

If only i could use it to its fullest, my fullest potential. But alas, i had to be careful. Be careful so as not to lose control of that spark, of that fire and burn away what i yearned to keep close. What was most precious even over my own heart, my soul, my own true self.

Soon enough a boy who looked around about my age passed through the crowd as they made a clear path for him to walk through. I assumed him to be the first born and heir of the clan, like my eldest brother had been of our former clan.

I had seen him arrive a little earlier then wence he approched me but he seemed to be looking on from afar and observing the situation, possibly seeing how i would react and if i would recline into myself or step up to the challenge. Thats what his eyes were telling me, they were hungry like the others had been and they still were after seeing my 'little performance'.

As he approched i put my hand to my head and brought it downwards lightly as a sign of respect. I had expected him to make some sly remark, even though i had always been told to 'never judge a book by its cover' by my father, but to my surprise, although i didnt show it, he returned my gesture in full.

His eyes still told an entirely diffrent story and i was far too used to that look to fall for it at this age. Yes, I'd play along. We could be civilised to each other as of right now, but in that moment i could tell with every ounce of my being that we both had the same thought.

'If you so much as step one foot out of line you'll answer to me'

Preditor had met preditor head on and prey hid for their lives. Of course this was all coated underneath a layer of politeness for the sake of peace and friendship. For the chance that would be given to the other until it was knowingly going to be broken one way or the other.

But he didn't know me. He didnt know what game he was playing, what game he was getting himself into. He had no idea what kind of self control i had. And if you havent already gathered from what you've read so far, I'll tell you, its a whole fuxking lot.

I could play the long game, the fun part was just watching how long he could keep up.

My attention was captured as my youngest sister ran up to me eagerly followed by my parents one after the other. They had heard word of my arrival after having kept look out for me for all of the time i was gone. Tuk started to search my body for her possession before she started jumping around when i returned it to her. Quickly there after, she hugged the lower half of my body as if she was latching onto me for dear life. I was embraced multiple times by my parents as well before i was hauled off to help my three other siblings who were setting up our new sleeping area.

As i went to see my new living quarters for the first time, with a new outlook on the situation i was thrust into with the rest of my family, i had a final thought.

'Maybe my new home wont be so bad after all'

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Oh boy was i wrong. So very wrong.

I was standing waste deep in the water off the bay where the Metkayina clan resided. The first day of arrival had been given to my family for rest but i didnt get to indulge in that pleasure as we were quickly thrust into learning the ways of the Metkayina people. Today my siblings and i would be learning how to ride an ilu guided by Tsereya, Ao'nung and their friend Rotxo's instruction.

Apart from the semi-welcome, semi-unwelcome welcoming my family had recieved upon arrival they had not been hesitant to tech us all their ways and i was now starting to find my way here. Tuk had picked it up fast with Tsereya as her mentor and Kiri was a natural as usual without any instriction nessecary. My elder brothers Neteyam and Lo'ak had been taken to another area away from the rest of us to learn from Ao'nung and Rotxo. I wondered how they were doing and if it was going as well as how my sisters and i were doing.

Us three got lucky. Tsireya was a gentle soul. She was very kind and made sure to look after Tuk as the youngest. I cringed when i thought back to how my younger sister Kiri had informed me after my arrival, while snickering, that our older brother Lo'ak had eyes on her from the moment they had landed. She seemed to like him too, much to his delight. I would be happy to have her as my sister if it turned out that way but felt sorry if she was going to get stuck with my troublesome twin in the process.

With Tsireyas guidance i had picked up how to ride an ilu fairly quickly. It wasnt as hard as i thought it was going to be. I was nervous that i wouldnt get it right at the start, especially since about every joint in my body still ached from my extra long flight, but Tsireya made it feel more fun than like a chore.

As i first sat myself down onto the saddle of the ilu i stroked his head and leaned down to whisper to him a silent prayer. Wheather it was to the ilu, myself, Eywa or all three i wasn't completely sure.

'Please, please work. Keep on being normal like you have done so for the past few days.'

The ilu chittered in response, most likely not understanding me at all but it felt somehow reassuring even so.

Nothing had gone wrong over the past few days and i was starting to actually grow uneasy instead of being happy about it. It was almost like the calm before the storm and everyone knows how that scenario ends.

After Tsireya helped Kiri onto her ilu she had gone off on her own without a hitch, Tsireya then went to help and guide Tuk after making sure i could handle myself as the eldest there.

"I will stick beside Tuk the whole time, as she is a child. Please feel free to go off on your own and dont be burdened" she had said

"Yes, thank you" i replied after hoisting myself up onto the ilu i was given

It was definitely a new feeling, like the sand had been. Although it was not unpleasant, it did give me a certain anxiety. It was a joint mix of wheather or not my bond would work, if i could hold my breath long enough and if i could steer it properly because it was not my ikran.

But i was also partly excited. Excited to see the world below, like i knew Kiri was. She only had one thing on her mind ever since father had told us where we were heading for our destination.

Deciding to follow her i had my ilu go forward just like Tsireya had taught us to do. I wanted to see the look on my younger sisters face as she witnessed all her dreams about this place become real. And what a sight to behold it was. The way the water wrapped around me so tightly as i made my decent down into the depths below made me feel safer than i ever did in the forest.

It felt like being swaddled in a big blanket and as if none of my worries could reach all the way down here, just like how it felt when i would fly for hours on end up in the sky on my ikran. I saw Kiri off on her own not too far away, admiring the scenery and playing with little fish and other underwater animals i hadn't seen before that passed us by.

Down here the water was crystal clear and the sun danced off of every surface it touched making a kaleidoscope of patterns along them. I watched kiri as she let her body sway with the flow of the water as she rode her ilu, i copied her mannerisms and found how much easier it made riding my ilu properly already.

I let the water guide me as i passed under her, scanning the ocean floor and tracing my long slender fingers across any shells i saw in passing. I looked back and noticed kiri following me doing much the same thing. She noticed me and we both shared a smile as i could tell in that moment that we also shared the same feeling in or hearts.

Until mine was spiked by anxiety.

I couldn't breath. I had been intending to go up for air soon but now i couldn't breath for another reason. The calm before the storm. I knew it would never last, i was now in that storm. I could feel myself losing control once again and i almost screamed at myself in rage, losing any breath i still had.

With what control i had left over my tsaheylu with my ilu i rushed towards the surface as fast as i could, leaving Kiri behind. I felt my ilu thrashing around as it was loosing my guidance and instruction but we eventually broke the suface of the water. I felt the buring in my lungs cease as i gasped in the air i was presented with.

I quickly detached my que from my ilu and broke the bond. My ilu gradually calmed down with just a few pats and strokes from myself and began chittering away to itself once again in no time.

Kiri broke through the water not even a minute later. After following me to the surface she had an odd look on her face.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah i just needed a breather, you know?" I replied to her questioning, noticeably out of breath as my heart raced a million miles a minute.

"Me too. It's hard to hold your breath for that long. We still need to get used to some things here."

"Yeah..." i was glad i didnt have to be the one to explain myelf, she seemed to have covered all the excuses i had whipped up in the minute i had to think about what i might say. It wasn't exactly like i was lying though, i really was planning on going up to gather my breath anyway.

I was just witholding a small piece of information that wasnt necessary to give her at all. It would only stress her out.

Tsireya and Tuk had joined us not long later to catch their breath as well and with that we all joined back up with the boys for a joint lesson on breathing.

The sun was setting behind us as exlipse was drawing nearer and we all sat in a circle to focus on the techniques shown to us by the kids of the Metkayina clan. By now with todays techings we had all picked up the basic nessecities of the skills we needed to not be a nuisance to the Metkayina clan while staying with them from here on out.

Thanks to these techings i learned how to hold my breath for longer which was a good experience except for the fact that i had to sit next to Lo'ak and witness as he spluttered nervously like a love struck fool when Tsireya so much as touched him.

I looked over at Kiri and made a face before we both erupted in fits of giggles, working hard to stifle our laughter so as not to embarrass our brother any more than he was doing so on his own. The day faded away into eclipse with laughter and hearts that were full.

I know i said i was wrong about thinking staying here wouldn't be so bad after all but...

Thats not the bad part.

In fact everything started off relatively normal. Everyone was kind and happy but i wonder if that really all was just a facade. Just a layer of politeness over everyones real feelings for the sake of diplomacy. I couldn't tell what the future held then, but even if i tried i sure as hell wouldn't have guessed in a million years.

Though it did start going downhill the way i always knew it would. Because there would always be people who saw us, my family, my siblings and even i as less then na'vi, as human, as alien.

My brother, my twin, being treated as live fish bait and what was i doing? Absolutely nothing. I should have been there for him, i shouldnt have let that happen and even worse he took the blame for all of it. For that a$$hole Ao'noung who started this whole mess and i bet didnt even thank my brother in return for covering for him.

Our parents might not have been able to tell Lo'ak was covering for Ao'noung or maybe they did but they didnt see what had happened themselves so they just had to take the word of the one owing up to it. Either way i knew my brother and even if i had not seen what had happened between the two of them or outside the reef where he was attacked i wouldnt believe his pretty lies.

He was not the type to own up, as much as it pains me to say, our older brother was always the one to stick up for him. And even when he did Lo'ak would never retaliate and say it was his fault and not our elder brothers, letting him take the blame as he pleased. I knew my twin did not do this because it came from a bad place, because he had a bad heart, but because he was scared.

I knew that much, we were twins after all, like i said before, it would be wierd if we didnt have at least a couple things in common. But i suppose i wouldnt know as much as i used to about him now, we had grown more separated than we used to be. I take the responsibility for that due to my own fear. We both feared the unknown, he feared failure and letting people down and so did i.

Mabey we were, are, more alike than i had previously thought. As we grew further apart i started to think that we never really had anything in common but how would i really know since we never talked deeply about anything. We didnt confide in each other, we didnt know what the other was thinking and somethimes i wondered or even hoped that he might feel the same as me.

Only this time in a diffrent way. I thought it might be the case when we all saw him return safely, he owned up and my father said the harshest words he could have to him.

"You dishoner this family"

I could only imagine how my brother was feeling but as for me i felt them in my soul. We are twins so i could assume Lo'ak felt the same, only much worse since he was the one those words were directed at.

But they made me feel sick to my stomach, when i heard those words it dropped straight down and then lurched upwards like i was being spun around and around. This was because we are twins, he is one half of me, the other half of me. I felt those words to my core and they whispered that i was next.

Sometimes i think theres something wrong with me.

I have both my parents and my siblings. Theyre all nice people and none of them have died. I have a nice home, a nice clan and a nice grandmother. I have people who will support me through anything. So when i see them in front of me i know i should feel something...but i dont.

These are the people who raised me, who are my parents, who love me. They gave me a home and shelter, they fed me and protect me. They are the people i call to when i have a problem that i cant fix on my own or when im sick because i need thay sense of familiarity. Because they are my safety net. The only safety i know, they always have been.

So i know i should love them, i should reciprocate these feelings...but i dont. I look at them and i feel nothing. I think ive been tricking myself into thinking that i really do feel something, that i really love them and that i dont feel like its just because they were the only ones who protected me as i grew up. Because i had no choice in the matter and no one else to give me that sense of familiarity and safety.

And when i came to realise this, that i had been tricking myself, living in my own ignorance and delision, i started to act...started to lie. I thought 'well if i can trick myself what would be so hard about showing that emotion outwards and making life better for everyone else with a little white lie'.

'Lying is a form of love'.

With this white lie people would then begin to say 'you look happier as of late', 'you smile more now', 'you've changed', 'im glad your finally opening up to us'...

No. Its a lie. Its all a lie!

This isnt the real me.

Its just the me that keeps the peace, keeps the balance, keeps a sembalance of normality and familiarity because im scared of letting go, im scared of the outcome and im scared of hurting others even when i dont mean to. But how can i help it if its what i really feel, if its the real me, I cant help it, i dont know whats wrong with me....so i just lie instead. Its the better option...for everyone, everyone but me.

You often times hear how mothers or fathers do not feel connected with their child after its birth. They feel nothing towards this child and feel great grief over it, knowing they should feel all these diffrent emotions toward their child. They think somethings wrong with them but then over time as they are around the child more and watch it grow they learn to connect to the child, to love it. They watch them become their own person and the cycle might continue once that child becomes an adult and has children of its own, it has done so with many others.

I feel like that too. Can it be the same thing but the opposite way around, with the child being the one who wants to learn to love their parents? It wasnt always like this, i think i used to love them but my memories of my childhood have all faded into one big blur. I cannot recall any memories save for a few that have impacted me the most and only these i recalled recently or have kept with me and never once have left my mind. So i want to learn how to love them again, not just for them but also for me.

Lying and acting go hand in hand. One cannot exist without the other. You lie to act and you act to lie.

Thats the way i see it. Because i have known no diffrent. I do not know how to portray my feelings, my emotions, outwardly...not the real ones at least. So i lie. I lie and i act and i lie some more. Over and over and over again until i get twisted up in this web, this net of lies and fall down the rabbit hole until i dont even remember what i was like before. Before the lies, before all of it.

I dont know who the real me is anymore. But there is one thing i know, one thing i cant do.

Imagine this ; your going to bed at night and your parent comes to see you off one final time before you fall into your dreamland, and they say 'goodnight, sleep tight', 'see you in the morning', 'I love you'.

All the normality in the world, all the feelings and safety that should make you feel happy but all you feel instead is grief. Grief at yourself for only being able to reply back with a 'Okay' or 'Night' or a 'See you tomorrow' but never being able to utter the words 'I love you'. Because they carry so much weight to you, so much raw emotion that you cannot let escape from your being in fear. Pure fear of the unknown, of what will happen if you put these feelings on display, for the whole world to see.

Its not that i hate them, my parents, i just need to relearn how to let love win over fear, let them take my worries so i can love without restraint. Its like my heart is aching to be let out of its confinments within my chest where its tamed and trained to let the outershell act and lie while it rots away my entire being from the inside out.

Because 'I love you' are the only words i cannot speak out loud.

They are the only words i cannot bring myself to lie.

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sokumotanaka · 8 months

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So I didn't hyjack this poor person's post over [here.]

I thought making my own post would be the most logical conclusion. So it takes alot in my opinion to bury your head in the ground and pretend like you smart when you're so overly stupid.

Here's a discussion I had with a person where alot of alarming and stupid things were said on his part. @/crimsonxe

Well go through small sections, that's a lie, you know I'm long winded.

Here's a section where he states that writing about killing, maiming, and calling minorities bad isn't nearly as bad. I mentioned Miles calling Tifa a prostitute as well and I don't think he's getting it.

Manner of dress:

The problem isn't getting over it or not, the issue with calling remake Tifa a prosisitue is that she dresses more modest than the rwby cast, he has children with short skirts, no pants under and boob windows in frozen tundra. If he thinks THIS is provocative,

then him okaying THESE

designs on children is something he's mentally aware of! also weiss spends most of her time in that outfit in a frozen wasteland and then COMPLAINS about being cold!

Get over it? More like Have enough common sense not to post stuff like that. A wise man once said "just because you think of a tweet doesn't mean you have to hit send." (Also he says it's not fanservicey, need I remind everyone they sell a ruby body pillow, Yang always had her tits out and then as time goes on they start losing more and more clothing. Not fanservice my ass!)

Grown man argument for sexualizing teen girls.

"They don't go overboard." Here's a picture of a woman wearing chainmail on her bare skin in the desert, there's a difference between puritanical and horny silly designs after them saying shit like "we won't do the stupid stuff anime does" and then having the whole cast of female characters with their tits and ass out.

Also not to stun your pee brain, but writing racism as "If we want respect and equality then we have to forgive our bigot overlords and defend them with not even a thank you." Is stupid, that be like me telling you that if you want minorities forgiveness, go fight cops, or me going to england and saying that. Blake tells unrelated faunus to fight armed dudes and the writers are stupid. And the overall issue is HBomberguy was right! In his review he stated that he was afraid that a certain group of people would look at how the faunus act and go "yeah that's how They are" uncharitable takes exist.

And he was right a bunch of RWBY stans who were racist before vanishing literally came around going "boy did miles and kerry get you guys pegged, you're all exactly like this!" During the 98% most peaceful protesting age, well unless your a cop who wants to shoot out someone's eyes.

The LGBT pair (s)?

Yeah like the cardboard cutout guys miles pouted about when he didn't get credit for putting out there after people in the LGBT community asked when were the LGBT characters gonna appear.

The first Gay rep in the show was two unrelated characters we'd never see again after saying "characters" just don't promise things then lie forehead!

Or the second Rep LGBT character Illia! A woman who took her crush and was gonna- *Looks at paper* Send her to her abuser while also blaming her for dating someone and not knowing her romantic feelings.

"I guess you were too busy looking at Adam to notice me."

Yeah great first cardboard then a woman willing to kill off her her crushes family and blames her crush for not knowing she had a crush on her!

Oh how about bumblbee? With Yang literally saying she viewed Blake as an object and wanted her around for her solely? You know fuck what Blake wants! Blaming Blake for running in fear when WF ruin a nation and Adam states he'll kill everyone she loves and he knows exactly where her parents are? Perish the thought, that sounds like something a scared child would exactly do! But Yang goes "No despite us not officially dating yet I'm owed her time and presence.

Yang's shitty, and it takes how long for them to get together? They don't even wait until adam cold before Yang claims her, after abusing her mentally when Blake tells her Adam likes to make you feel small and she brushes her off and is like "stop talking to me." Then they kiss what? THIS year? 2023? In volume 3 sun's winking at her and she's blushing and smiling and calling him a dork and they're hanging out, and I'm sitting here going "Do some of that for yang? All they did was share a dance, have her flirt with her or wink, something." And what she compliments her hair once? Granted I stopped after 7/8 so I bet the best LGBT rep happ- This just in, I'm getting word from my friends in the LGBT community who watched rwby saying that it's dogshit.

Having tons of LBGT characters doesn't matter if you write them like trash I guess, btw the first kiss happened in volume 9 in 2023 and rwby started in 015 and again sun flirts, winks etc and they show alot of chemistry with each other.

Yang gets mad, demands blake be there when EVERYONE else is going back home too! Trauma dumps on her after using a laser pointer on her when Blake admits that she's tired of dealing with racism.

Like instead of talking to her, Yang treats her like an animal an laughs it off then trauma dumps about her mom on her while blake is already highly stressed. Doesn't even solve the problem btw. All the LGBT characters thus far (besides Jaune's sister and her girlfriend, they can stay, sadly they're trapped in a shitty show) are horribly written for no reason.

A second writer should look at these before they hit the screen.

Racism

He talks about a south park reference which I ignored cause it's so random?

racist dog whistling.

"Mika burton spun things a certain way." Nah there's tweets w of people admitting they fucked up and the achievement hunters go online , they bring her on a podcast and pretend to cry so people can feel bad for them. And good for her she doesn't forgive them. So spinning around? How about a source? Source can't be that you made it the fuck up cause that's not a source it's a sentence wasting everyone's time.

Also "Mile's isn't white." Aw man what am I gonna tell mile's white parent? Sorry some dude on the internet said your son can't be half white, sorry me I can't be half black, or Hawaiian, Sorry Miles because you look more black your Hispanic traits don't matter for the sake of the argument. What kinda of Juvenile , stupid statement IS this? He can't be white because you say so? But he calls himself white in many tweets and literally in the statement of writing racism in RWBY.

Also nice try, moving the goalpost means you can't lose. "I'm not defending him, now watch as I waste time defending him instead of finding a source against Mika's claims cause I'm bullshitting." I mean Mika doesn't even have a reason to lie, RT employees all admitted they heard and did nothing, Torian a black animator and editor also stated he had race issues with RT and Pat boivan from Castle super beast and pat stares at made a black joke that Miles and select few members laughed at in terms of them having no black or brown people working there. And they ignore woolie when it comes to sponsored stuff, he literally says this on multiple episodes of his show, and THAT's Worrying!

Point is if Miles himself is racist, weather he's white, Hispanic, black etc he still displayed racist behavior multiple times too many. He had a chance to say something to his employees, he didn't bother, he got nervous and waked off. He had the chance when he put BLM after the lashings he got and do something with that, change the company for the better etc, but he didn't he put it there as a band-aid and took it off when he thought people weren't looking.

I keep beating this dead horse because people like you don't seem to do research at all! Because in the face of it it's easier to lie, play dumb (pffft 'play') and make excuses for them instead of holding them accountable.

I didn't want to see RT burn down for a while, but they keep pulling a blizzard, and all these, tweets, articles, statements that miles or the others say or do that's stupid, harmful, racist, shitty keep popping up! At this point it be better as a lesson not to be shitty humans for RT to quietly burn, no special treatment, I'm holding them to the same standard I do for David cage, for activation Blizzard and many other triple A companies. If you don't wanna go down in flames, maybe don't do reprehensible things that keep burning bridges for you. Simple, don't be stupid forhead!

The real mornic stuff was listening to you try and fail at mental gymnastics and not provide a single source for anything you claimed I should "be in awe" of or switching the goal post. RT.s failing and they stacked the deck against themselves, THAT's why people hate them, statements like they saying that when yang drives down the crossroads to Mistral and people guessing she's going to Ruby only for them to like and say "if you heard the bike go one way." These critics, video's, and articles don't exist for no reason.

youtube

Pathetic, utterly pathetic, you boasted a big game , puffed out your chest and then walked straight into a cold clock and got your ass handed to you for several rounds. For someone who boasted about "getting in the ring" No flatter yourself, you weren't even competiton.

#rwde #rwby criticism #rwby #fandom wank #long post #Youtube

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A little quick write inspired by @dailysandersidesaudoodles mafia mociet drawings. Soz if it's not great, I wrote this at midnight <3

TWs: Mafia-typical gun violence; coercion; morally gray sides; mentions of sickness, poverty, intoxication; description of injuries (bruising and being tied up); implied animal death (hunting); toxic relationship dynamics

“Can you do it?”

Four words. Four deceptively simple words.

Patton held it in shaking hands, eyes trained on the barrel in front of him. He’d never fired a gun before; never even thought about it. His pop had tried to teach him when he was little, but he’d never had the stomach to hurt the animals he was told to hunt. The ripple of power, the loud bang, the whimpering pain the creature released as red sprayed across the ground before him. Patton had vowed then and there never to hunt again, never to shoot a living thing.

And yet, here he was.

The man they had chosen for this was someone Patton knew all too well. A stock broker. A conman. A monster and abuser. And, of course, Patton’s boss. He’d been bound to a chair, tied down tightly to the wood. The bright ropes cut into his bruised skin to leave colorful dots and lines, not unlike a pretty package on Christmas. Even the green gag had been wrapped in the front in a sadistic mockery of a bow, all ready to be splattered and frayed with the shot Patton had been gifted.

The hand on him shifted, now placing its palm flat against his lower abdomen. Patton couldn’t tell if it was meant to be comforting, encouraging, or mocking. He… really didn’t think he wanted to know, come to think of it. Seeing that crooning face all over again wouldn’t help his rapid, unspooling indecision any more than it had the first time.

This group was Patton’s last resort. Almost destitute, Patton had crawled pityingly to their doorstep with his ill son in hand. Logan was of a sickly nature; brilliant of mind yet feeble of body. It had taken only one boy at school to walk in feeling under the weather, and Logan was unable to move on his own. Patton had tried to cure him, tried to pay for the treatments, and no one bothered to give any real help. He’d lost every penny on the boy he so desperately loved, and he was rewarded with being kicked to the curb by both his landlord and boss.

Janus was the lucky one to answer his endless pleas for sanctuary. The man brought them in, nursed Logan back to health with no cost. Not only that, he housed them and gave Patton a job close by in order to get back on his feet. He wanted Patton around because it was apparently rare to see such a bright mind and a beautiful face together at the same time. Patton had fallen for the flattery and adoration on the spot.

As time had passed, Patton became more desperate for Janus’ affections. The man acted like Patton was the most interesting little doll he’d found at a charity shop: only worth bothering with because there was a spark of potential and the soft slump of obedience in Patton’s gaze. And as for Patton, Janus was the very air he breathed: smokey and husky and tainted with feelings best left in the quiet hours after intoxication. At this point, Patton was under his spell completely, willing to do everything Janus had asked of him and promising he always would be.

And here they were now. Janus wanted to see precisely how far Patton would go if asked. Patton had promised once more he would do anything.

The gun trembles. He runs a finger over the hammer.

“Is he not worthy enough to die? Is my word not enough for you?”

An immaculate finger ghosts over Patton’s earlobe, barely there but enough to make him shudder in equal terror and agony. A tear wells up behind his lenses.

‘No one would know’, Janus had promised. It was to be their little secret, a truth unspoken to all and carried to the dusty grave Patton would be lowered in. It was to be his hell, his horror, his beauty and acceptance. In doing this, Patton would belong to them, to him. There would be no point in leaving after he made this choice; Janus would have more than enough evidence to get Logan off him before throwing Patton away somewhere so he wouldn’t talk.

Not that Patton would ever talk. He was in too deep for that, now.

“Maybe you need direction? Perhaps you have forgotten what I need of you…”

A hand cups Patton’s shaking one, and steadies it as Janus gently shifts Patton’s hand into proper aim. Patton watches as a thumb reaches around ever-so-gently, and cocks the hammer into place to prime the gun.

The man in the chair squirms and screams. Janus chuckles gently under his breath.

Patton closes his eyes, and shifts his finger onto the trigger.

“Fire.”

There was no other option, in the end. There was no world where Patton would not choose to obey.

#mociet #patton sanders #janus sanders #ts patton #ts janus #hope the mociet girlies like this one #i was planning on working on something bigger but inspo hit and i thought 'fuck it we ball'#i'll fix any edits in the morn #but hope ya'll enjoy <3

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 10 months

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You Can't Follow your Heart if There's a Stake Through it chapter one

TW: stalking, kidnapping, captivity, obsession, death threats, fear of death, burns, muzzling, restraints, displayed dead body parts, delusional thinking, creepy whumper, human whumper, vampire whumpee, captive whumpee

After months of Jacob watching Rurik from afar, they were finally making eye contact. A lovely moment, truly a dream come true, and surely their lives would grow all the more happy the longer they spent in each other's company.

The love of Jacob's life stared up at him, stricken with panic and fighting against the leather padded silver restraints. Despite his disappointment, Jacob couldn't blame him for it. Rurik was, after all, muzzled and tied up in his own earth filled casket.

Jacob tucked a piece of hair behind Rurik's ear. It was softer than it looked, like Jacob was petting a rabbit. He ran his fingers through it a few more times, the first gesture of affection of many more to come.

"Shhh," Jacob whispered. "You're alright. I've got you. I won't hurt you. I must say, you're even more handsome up close."

Rurik tried to speak, but the large bit in his mouth harshly stopped his voice from escaping his curled back lips. He leaned away from Jacob's touch, still frightened despite his reassurances.

Rurik's fear hurt Jacob down to the marrow of his bones. All Jacob wanted to do was show him the love that had blossomed in his heart so long ago. But reason still meant something to him, and he realized that he wouldn't make any progress until Rurik felt he was on equal footing with him.

Vampires were all proud creatures. Narcissistic, vain, and prone to flattery. Being tied up and muzzled by a human must have been a humiliation. Jacob hated himself for putting Rurik through so much pain, even though it was necessary.

Jacob gently lifted his beloved's head to unfasten the bit, and set the wretched thing on the floor. Oh, how Rurik's fangs gleamed. Vampires were perfect killing machines, and never before had Jacob looked at one with such glee. Not even after staking dozens if not hundreds through the heart, listening to their screams with sick satisfaction.

"I'm sorry about that," Jacob apologized. "It's just that I didn't want you escaping. I won't muzzle you again if you behave yourself."

Rurik didn't answer. He moved his jaw, trying to adjust to the bit having been removed. His eyes flicked around the room, but he didn't look once at Jacob. His eyes widened as they came to rest on something behind Jacob- Jacob loved those cat like orange eyes, with their thin pupils and gorgeous lashes -and Rurik began struggling all the harder against his restraints.

Jacob turned to see what was bothering his beloved, fully intending to do away with it. His eyes met with his various "trophies" and he mentally kicked himself. He should have hidden the macabre display before opening Rurik's casket. He hastily threw a large blood stained towel of the glass display case, hiding the fanged skulls and other morbid curiosities.

"There," he said, looking down at Rurik, "is that better?"

Rurik shook his head wildly. Jacob couldn't find anything else in the room that could be bothering his love, so this confused him greatly. In all his years as a vampire hunter, he had never seen one looking so much like a frightened prey animal. Rurik must be deeply misunderstanding the situation.

"I am not going to hurt you," Jacob promised. "I love you. You don't need to be so frightened."

"Кто ты?" Rurik shouted, working himself into a panic as he failed to escape his shackles.

"I don't understand you," Jacob said apologetically. "Could you speak English? I know you know how."

It took Rurik a few minutes to calm down enough to speak properly. Jacob waited patiently, hating his inability to learn other languages. He had tried Russian, along with Spanish, Japanese, and German. But his brain was like a leaky bucket when it came to foreign words, let alone grammar and sentence structure.

Still, Jacob liked the way Rurik spoke, even if he didn't understand what was being said. He had such a lovely voice. It evoked such lovely shades of brown and gold, reminding Jacob of cattails growing on the banks of the river he grew up next to. A childhood lovely memory, brought to the surface by the colors of Rurik's voice.

Finally realizing that his struggle was useless, Rurik tried to curl up and make himself a smaller target, holding his arms tight to his chest.

"Who are you?" he asked.

After spending so long watching Rurik and becoming intimately knowledgeable about the inner workings of his mind, Jacob had forgotten that the love of his life didn't even know his name. But this could be quickly remedied. Surely as soon as Rurik gave Jacob a chance, he would fall deeply in love, just as Jacob had fallen in love with him.

"My name is Jacob Amity," he said, going back to stroking Rurik's mousy brown hair. "I love you, so you mustn't struggle. I know you must be shocked, but I've been planning this for such a terribly long time. Please be patient. I'll get you situated."

"Please don't kill me!" Rurik begged. "I haven't done anything."

Jacob growled in frustration. Rurik clearly wasn't listening. Why couldn't he just listen?! But as he gave the matter more thought. Jacob realized this was his fault.

Vampires from different parts of the world were divided into their own subspecies, all with different abilities and weaknesses. Rurik was Russian, and this made his position all the more terrifying. Being restrained in his burial casket made him vulnerable to Slavic practices of vampire slaying. Jacob had learned of these methods in obsessive detail.

A hawthorn branch driven through the vampire's heart while they slumbered, staking them to the soil of their grave. A brick placed in their mouth to keep them from biting as they fought to survive. Their head removed and placed between their legs, so that they could not heal from the decapitation. Finally, the casket sealed and buried as a final precaution.

Many people debated whether or not the vampires were really dead, or if they were simply sealed away in eternal torment, incapable of ever healing from their injuries. But Jacob couldn't care less about that. He realized now Rurik's intentions in how he positioned his arms over his chest, though they were still shackled to the casket. He was shielding his heart.

The sight filled Jacob with anguish. This hasn't gone according to plan, not one bit.

"If I let you up, will you try to run away?" Jacob asked.

"No- No, I will not."

Jacob withdrew a key from his pocket, and began undoing the shackles around Rurik's ankles. He removed them from the casket, and set them on his desk. He went to work on those around Rurik's wrists, leaving the cuffs in place but removing the chains holding him down.

The silver tucked away within the leather padded cuffs would keep Rurik from shape-shifting into mist or some wild beast, an obvious precaution when fear made him so flighty.

Rurik stood up, and Jacob gently brushed some of the grave soil from his back. Rurik flinched and bolted away. Without hesitation, he twisted the handle of the only door in the room. His shrieks of pain were the worst noises Jacob had ever heard, despite hearing similar screams from so many other vampires. Rurik clutched his horribly burnt hand, shielding it from further injury.

"That's silver," Jacob yelped. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have told you. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Why am I here?" Rurik demanded. "Where is here? Who are you?"

Jacob knew he had made several serious blunders. How could he convince Rurik to love him now? It seemed so impossible. But surely, if Jacob had made it this far, he would succeed.

"My name is Jacob Amity," he said in a soothing tone. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry about the door and the restraints. They're necessary, just for right now."

Rurik stared at Jacob, his gleaming orange eyes meeting the dark brown of Jacob's. Jacob knew full well that the superstition that vampires could hypnotize people was a thing of pure fiction, but he felt it must hold true. How else to explain these feelings?

"Permit me to leave, Jacob Amity," Rurik ordered. "I need to return home."

"But I want to keep you here," Jacob pleaded. "Please stay. I know things haven't gone well so far, but I'll make it up to you. I love you, Rurik."

"We never met," Rurik growled. "You are vampire slayer and I want to return home."

"You don't get it," Jacob said, heart broken. "You really don't get it."

"Get it?" Rurik asked. Whether his confusion was over the odd English phrasing or over the true meaning behind the words, Jacob had no idea.

"I mean, you don't understand. I've been watching you for months. Finding out everything there is to know about you by following you. I knew you'd never love me unless I did something. You're right, I am a vampire slayer. But I would never hurt you. I want you to love me the same way I love you. You're a remarkable creature who has seduced me without even trying. Please don't try to leave me."

Surely Jacob baring his innermost feelings to his beloved would have them returned. Even a vampire couldn't be cold hearted enough to reject him after all the effort he put in. If it took hours, or days, or weeks, Jacob would make up for every misstep.

"You can't love me," Rurik said, backing himself into a corner of the room. "You can't love me. I am not seductress. I did not seduce you by mistake."

Jacob nearly started crying. How? How could he be so misunderstood? Was it a simple matter of Rurik being panicked and injured? Was Jacob not explaining himself well? Or, worst of all, did his love only view him as a threat instead of a devoted partner?

"I can kill you," Rurik said. "Bite you. You will bleed and die. I will return home."

So, he did view Jacob as a threat. What a horrible revelation. Jacob had no idea what he could do to make his intentions any more clear. Why was Rurik so stubborn? All Jacob wanted was to listen to his golden voice, braid his lovely hair, and show him any other kind of affection he could muster.

"You can't," Jacob explained. "That's the only door, and it's lined with silver. You can't change form, because of the silver in those cuffs. You can't leave. And if you kill me, the other vampire slayers here will kill you."

"Other vampire slayers," Rurik repeated, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. "Others? More?"

"Yes." Jacob nodded. "I want to keep you alive, so you have to stay here. This is my room in the stronghold. You're allowed here. If you leave, they will murder you. Only I can keep you safe."

Jacob grabbed Rurik's hands, careful not to cut himself on the sharpened claws. Finally being allowed to touch the love of his life filled him with heavenly joy. Rurik's hands were as cold to the touch as was expected of his undead nature. It reminded Jacob of flipping over his pillow in the night, tired of the warmth produced by his own body and enjoying the untouched chill of the flipside. Human blood ran too hot for his liking.

"I love you," Jacob repeated. "You may not know me, but I know you. Just give me a chance."

Finally coming to his senses, Rurik nodded, still staring at the door. He pulled his burnt hand away, and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket, leaving Jacob feeling guilty for having touched it.

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↳ cassiopeia 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu

cw: anticlimactic angst, eventual fluff

word count: 1.5k words

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“Okay, let’s get out of here.”

Loki and Y/N swiftly exit the gathering, leaving behind no evidence of the havoc they had just wreaked.

Even though everyone (especially Thor, Odin, and Frigga) knew the particular duo that would be insane enough to execute an equally insane plan, that never stopped them from continuing to do so. Even after the multiple times they’ve been thrown and locked away into cages like wild animals, it was worth it. Wrecking formal gatherings were practically Loki and Y/N’s most beloved tradition. And whenever they did, the mess they’d cause would always work to give them enough time to get away from the boring event. Besides, you can’t deny that it never fails to spice things up.

Chuckling to themselves, the two Asgardians continue to disappear from the crime scene and eventually head out into the quiet night.

“That never gets old,” Y/N confesses with a grin plastered on her face.

Loki returns a similar smile, nodding in agreement. “I don’t quite think I’ll ever get tired of doing that.”

“Of course you won’t, you’re the God of Mischief. It’s what makes you—well, you.”

He chuckles softly once more at her statement, staring into her eyes for a brief moment before examining the bewitching, starry night.

“The sky has quite a lot of stars to offer us tonight.”

Y/N follows his gaze and looks up, the many balls of light shining luminously unto them.

“What constellations can you spot?”

“I see… Cassiopeia, right over there.”

He points a finger towards the formation of stars as she nods, discerning the said constellation.

“Do you know the myth behind it?” she questions in curiosity.

Loki gives her a knowing look, raising his eyebrows. “Of course I do — what do you think of me?”

She rolls her eyes at his arrogance. “Enough with the cocky act and just answer the question. I know you want to.”

He lets out a scoff, momentarily gazing back into the mesmerizing constellation before telling the story. “Cassiopeia was a stunning yet boastful queen who claimed that she and her daughter, Andromeda, were the most beautiful creatures to exist, which includes the Nereids. They were insulted by her assertion, and so they made Poseidon punish her for it. But, the only way to prevent him from doing so was if she gave up her own daughter to a sea monster. Cassiopeia selfishly agreed, however, she would later on make a deal with a man named Perseus, promising to rescue Andromeda in return for her hand in marriage. Unfortunately, when he managed to rescue her, Cassiopeia attempted to break her promise with him. But, Andromeda and Perseus fought for their love, so on the day of their wedding, Cassiopeia ordered Agneron and his army to stop them. In the end, Perseus managed to use Medusa’s beheaded skull and turn everyone to stone. And so, the happy couple got their happy ending. The end.”

A soft smile forms on Y/N’s face, noticing the glimmer of excitement hiding behind his emerald green eyes. Loki was never one to show much interest in — well — anything, so seeing him enthusiastic in a certain topic (other than pulling pranks on Thor) was a nice change. It was a side of him that she rarely got to see, but when she did, she loved every second of it.

“You know, if all else fails, you would be an excellent astrology professor.”

Loki rolls his eyes at her sarcastic remark. “Hilarious,” he replies in a deadpan tone.

Y/N chuckles softly, her face perking up promptly as she recalls something. “Hey, isn’t there a nebula within Cassiopeia?”

Loki nods. “Right, the Heart Nebula. Which, you can tell by its name, represents…”

Loki held back, reluctant to say the word he never believed could be real. A feeling that he was sure he would never experience again.

Until he met her.

“Love,” she finishes in a soft tone, her eyes immediately finding his.

They both may have been almost a thousand years old, but they were still completely oblivious when it came to that one, cliche emotion. That one emotion that was arguably the most powerful one, though neither of them knew it at that time. That one emotion that drew the two Asgardians closer, clueless to the reason behind it. Despite almost being complete opposites, like fire and ice, something made them fight for what they had. Something bigger than they realized.

They were just too naive to know what it was. Until one of them would eventually crack the code.

“Loki… there’s something I need to confess.”

He sharply inhales, already having an inane idea on where this may lead. But for some reason… he didn’t want to stop her.

“Go on.”

She sighs. “Well, I’m grateful for our unlikely friendship. Despite our years of constant fighting and petty rivalry, we managed to get over that and become… whatever it is we are, exactly.”

He hums softly, signaling for her to continue.

“But… I can’t ignore this feeling that I’ve been feeling for the past few years. This feeling that I’ve never felt in my entire existence, but… I think I have a solid idea on what it might be — as cliche as that may sound. I don’t know how to put it in words, I just — it’s just this feeling I get whenever I’m with you, and I like it.” She sighs once more, seemingly expaserated. “Look, I’ve never done this before, but, what I’m trying to say is…”

Her mouth was left agape, but no words fell out of it. She could only stare desperately into his eyes, begging for him to interupt her at any moment. But to no avail. Loki simply stood before her, completely dumbfounded with what she was telling him. And yet she couldn’t read his face. She couldn’t tell if he felt the same way, or if he was utterly disgusted, or if he had even understood the words coming out of her mouth. Truth be told, she didn’t quite understand the nonsense she was spewing out either. But it was better than having to keep her mouth shut about what she was feeling. Because she knew that one way or another, she had to let him know. Let him know his effect on her. Let him know the way he was making her feel. Let him know how much he means to her.

But in this very moment — his silence, the void state on his face — it made her want to take all her words back. She’s never been more vulnerable to anyone else before. Maybe she was just making a fool out of herself, opening herself up to the literal God of Mischief. Maybe that was a mistake on her part. But this feeling she’s been feeling for the past few years… it was no mistake. She knew that it meant something. It had to.

Muttering up the strength again, she finally broke the silence.

“Are you really just going to stand there and make me have to finish my sentence?” she questions, almost scoffing.

And to her surprise, he nodded.

“Yes. Yes, I will. Because I want to hear the exact words come out of your mouth. And I want to hear you mean it.”

Loki stepped closer towards her as she was left astonished, not expecting that kind of response from him. But, even if he hadn’t, she knew that she needed to say it.

“Fine. Then…”

She momentarily closes her eyes — having him watch her like this was driving her insane. But when she opened her eyes once more, she was met with the same, desperate eyes she was wearing just a few seconds ago. As though he was longing for her to say it. As though he had been waiting for as long as she did to act upon their feelings. And that was all the courage she needed to keep going.

“…I think I’m in love you.”

In an instant, Loki brought their faces together and kissed her lips, not wasting another second with her.

And for a moment there, time seemed to have stopped. All sense of meaning and logic just disappeared when their lips touched. The two grasped and held onto each other, scared to let go of one another only to realize that it was all just a dream.

When the two finally pulled apart breathlessly, they stay in that singular moment of silence — the rustling of the wind, the muffled chatter from a far distance, the soft yet comforting breathing coming from them both. Their foreheads still connected, they stay in each other’s presence, processing what had just happened. Processing their emotions, the decisions they made tonight. Everything that led to right now.

Until they finally opened their eyes, gazing into one another for one more second before Loki broke the silence.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

And just like that, the stars in the night sky weren’t the brightest thing in the universe anymore. It was the smiles that formed on their faces in this very moment.

after more than 3 months, I finally got the motivation to write something for loki. very timely as well since the loki series 2 trailer just came out. I miss him so much why’d they have to kill him off.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated.

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