#i'm drowsy rn but this makes sense to me

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.

✦ info: he's so, so in love with you.

✦ warnings: not proofread.

✦ featuring: jing yuan, gepard landau.

✦ notes: please do know i've done no research i only know bits and pieces of actual game lore these are simply self indulgent and silly Thoughts i'm having about them in the middle of the night <3 (i have no clue what this is i js think it's cute)

— smitten! jing yuan, who thinks of you all day, every day, while doing his official duties, while sparring with yanqing, while speaking with officials, even just before his afternoon nap.

(the strangest of things remind him of you: an oddly shaped rock takes him back to the time when you baked something for him, and the dew shining on a leaf brings with it a recollection of the sparkle in your gaze. it is almost as if you've claimed more than half the space in his head, stubbornly refusing to surrender it into the hands of his daily tasks.

well, he's certainly not complaining.)

— speaking of afternoon naps, smitten! jing yuan, who dreams of you while he dozes in the afternoon. he doesn't remember all of them, but he adores the warm, fuzzy feeling he wakes up with.

— smitten! jing yuan, who names one of his birds after you. he tries not to pick favorites, he really does, but there's just something about the way this little one tilts its head that reminds him so much of you, how can he not like this one the most?

(yanqing once caught him affectionately cooing at the bird with your name. he brings it up every game of starchess they play, hoping to distract the general from stealing another one of his pieces. jing yuan knows what he's doing though, and still ends up stealing a piece or two.)

— smitten! gepard, who writes letters addressed to you every single day while he's away. some he sends, some he keeps. but every single one of them is filled with all the things he thinks of telling you while you're not by his side.

(the ones he keeps are the sappiest, full of things he's too shy to say to you— about how he longs to return to your warm embrace, about how he wants to taste your cooking, about how he wants to lie in your lap while you pet his hair. perhaps one day, he'll find the courage to say them out loud?)

— smitten! gepard, who finds himself murmuring your name, over and over when he's idle.

(sometimes, if there's a tune running through his head, he sings out the syllables of your name, before catching himself in the act. he shakes his head at himself, red dusting his cheeks, but a tiny smile plays at his lips nevertheless.)

— smitten! gepard, who doodles your name (and perhaps a drawing or two) on a spare piece of paper whenever he's lost in thought. he'd never dare do that on official paper work, though, no way, none at all.

(except... one fine day, he ends up drawing one of his infamous sketches in the margins of a very important, incredibly serious, highly official report to the supreme guardian herself.

he only notices at the very last minute, right before submission, much to his mortification and relief. thank the preservation, he thinks as he redoes it, for—well— preserving his dignity.

who knows how much his sister would have teased him if she found out?)

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[miniimight]

Hiiii idk if you’re doing requests rn but I just ADORE how you write Izuku and katsuki like omg-

Anyways- my meds are causing me some crazy nightmares lately and I was wondering how they would handle you waking up from a nightmare???

If you don’t take requests then forget this ever happened :’)

Have a nice day byeeeeee!!!

NIGHTMARES you wake up in a start and wake them up in the process

with izuku & katsuki

notes guys i know ive been away for way too long im so sorry!!! :( i'm in the process of moving so it's stressful T-T thanks for the request, anon, hope those nightmares got/get better :( <3

it was so vivid. your mind sunk into an alternate reality that captured all your senses. you felt yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, faster and faster—

your body jolted upright with a breathless yell and a sharp gasp, the world stilling for a mere second...

and then you leaned over your knees, your lungs racing to catch up with your need for oxygen. your chest felt tight and you squeezed your eyes, remembering that your boyfriend was laying peacefully beside you.

you peeked to your side and found him staring right back—wide, bright eyes piercing into your own—sending a shock through your body.

IZUKU

"god, izuku, you scared me—" you sighed, your hand pressing on your stomach as if that would make the uneasy feeling disappear.

"i scared you?" he sat up further, scooching closer to your side. "you scared me, angel. are you okay? you're out of breath, honey. let's do it together, okay?"

you whimpered softly as you tried to follow his guide. izuku could tell you were in distress and it took everything to stop himself from overwhelming you with questions. he just laced his fingers with yours and squeezed.

"good job, honey." izuku praised you ever-so-softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "feeling a bit better?"

you nodded, frowning. "m'sorry for waking you—"

"angel." he whined, letting his eyes do all the talking. "don't do that! please, don't do that." he actually sounded offended.

you looked away from him, your throat hurting from holding back tears. "it's been happening all the time, though, and you need your rest. maybe i should take the guest room?" you were more talking to yourself than anything, but izuku refused to let you entertain such an idea.

izuku's shoulders slumped, the shock fading as drowsiness began to overtake him. he smiled lazily, fighting a yawn. "y/n, even if i knew you would wake me up every night for the rest of time, i'd still choose to be here beside you."

you turned to face him, the horror of your nightmare slowly fading to the back of your mind. "really?"

"really." he confirmed.

you smiled, letting your head rest on your knees as you stared at him lovingly.

the rustle of sheets and whistle of wind reminded the both of you that it was indeed the middle of the night. izuku tugged you closer by your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. he groaned softly, stretching a little before he relaxed against you. "did you wanna talk about it?"

you pursed your lips. curling into his embrace, you immediately felt warmer. "...not right now."

he kissed your forehead. "don't worry, i'll always be right here to protect you from anything your head throws at you. you just tell me and let me at 'em." he kissed you again before wrapping both arms around you.

his steady breathing and soft snores brought a fond smile to your face. you found yourself falling asleep despite the night's events.

KATSUKI

you both stared at each other for a good few seconds before you spoke up.

"sorry for waking you," you mumbled, still having trouble managing your breathing. you turned away from him, pressing your palms into your eyes.

"no," he whispered with a softness reserved for you only. "you didn't wake me."

you stared at him through the darkness and could see him so clearly. "katsuki—"

"shh, it's okay, baby." he gave you a soft smile, once again reassuring you. "come 'ere."

you sniffed as you inched closer. katsuki gently took your arm and pulled you the rest of the way right into his arms. his hand fell to your waist, tracing little shapes and lines as he allowed you time.

"wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"okay." he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your cheek. he figured you'd tell him when you were ready—the last thing he wanted to do was stress you out even more. it was hard, not to get all the answers on what was bothering was you... it was in his nature to want to make all your problems go away. "what do you need?"

you hand wound around his torso, hugging him back. "um..." you shuddered as you breathed in. "just you."

he smiled against your skin. "yeah? promise you're not holding back on me?"

you giggled. "yes."

"cuz you know i'd do literally anything—"

you sat up slightly, turning to face him with a swat to his chest. your face burned and it was a struggle to recall the images of your nightmare. "katsuki! oh my god."

"what?" he scrunched his nose. his eyes never left you. "it's true."

you returned to your spot between his arm. "just you."

"whatever you say." he pressed his lips to your temple before he got comfy. he sighed. "goodnight, pretty. wake me when those stupid nightmares bug you again, okay?"

your heart fluttered and your smile grew out of your control. "okay."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

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[cntloup]

Medieval AU implied prostitution, homelessness, some foul language, punching and throwing around poor reader :(

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You feel everything start to fade away. The sounds are muffled and your vision is blurry. Though you can still make out some words, “Whore!”... “Wench!” and such.  

You feel light-headed and dizzy as you’re thrown around and countless flying punches land onto your face and body.  

You can sense the metallic taste in your mouth become more and more unbearable and start to get nauseous from all of it, the severity of the pain and swirling around too much. 

Until you begin to feel numb. There's no pain anymore. And you can sense yourself slowly drifting into unconsciousness. 

But suddenly, everything stops. There's no punch or being thrown around anymore.

You don’t notice much as you lay still on the ground, but you can see the large figure hovering above you through the blur.

And that’s the only thing you see before you fall unconscious. 

----- 

You wake up surrounded by warmth, something you haven’t felt in a long time and a delicious smell you can’t exactly put your finger on. 

You slowly blink the drowsiness away and are met by an unfamiliar room. 

You push back the several blankets that are stacked on top of you and shuffle out of bed. 

You start to walk towards the smell, groggily and confused by your surroundings through the fog in your brain, from sleep or the numerous punches you took to your head, you don’t exactly know. 

You walk into the kitchen to meet someone with his back to you, facing the pot above the fireplace. That must be the source of the delightful aroma. 

Bits and pieces of scattered images start to come back through your memory and you wince from the sudden sharp pain in your head. 

“You should rest. Go back to bed. I'll bring you some stew.” he says in a deep voice without turning to face you. 

And you remember. The large figure you saw yesterday... was it yesterday? You must have lost track of time. 

He must’ve saved you from the crowd of savages who claim themselves men of God but are surely the embodiment of the devil. 

“Thank you.” you say, your voice weak from the hoarseness of your throat. And that’s the only thing you say since you still feel weak, also you can sense that he is not much of a talker and you wouldn’t want to be a nuisance. 

“No need to thank me, love.” he responds, still in the same deep voice but softer tone. 

‘Love?’ you ask yourself, surprised of such sentiments from such a man. But you can’t deny that it does indeed make you feel a little bit fuzzy. 

It's been a long long time since any man has shown you any kind of affection, even the smallest bit, let alone save you from some heartless monsters and take you in his home, give you shelter and food. 

They always only care for their own pleasure. They even go as far as to wreck their own home, their family, only to get just a little bit of taste of that forbidden fruit. And you offer them just that.

But you are most grateful to this kind man. Whoever he is. And you won’t take it for granted.

ik i already have so many wips but i'm gonna start a series for this one since i'm obsessed with medieval au rn :')

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[ddejavvu]

u and James r dating (the dream) but haven’t said the L word yet. ur in bed completely conked out just absolute deep sleep in the middle of the night and say it, james OBVIOUSLY says it back even tho he knows ur literally fuckin unconscious rn but in the morning is like :)) hi bug :)) u um :)) u got anything you wanna tell me :)))) or tries to do lil things/actions for you where you’d end up telling him or smthn

James isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him, or the worst. Well, it definitely can't be the worst. There's nothing terrible about the three sweet words that tumble from your sleepy lips, face mashed into his chest as his thumb bends over the screen of his phone. What's terrible about it is the timing, that you say it while you're sleeping.

The grin that grows over his face is so bright that he's surprised it doesn't light up the room. Now, saying it for the first time (to your face, not in the mirror pretending his reflection is yours), his heart soars, he's over the moon, and.. and you're asleep.

You nestle further into his pec, completely unaware of how you'd just singlehandedly created the best moment in James Potter's life. Your breath fans out over his neck as if you hadn't just made his day- no, year. No, century. You've got him set for another hundred years.

He thinks that if he dies here and now, he'll be a happy man. But he chooses sleep instead, sure that his dreams will be filled to the brim with sugary sweetness.

--

He wakes up with a grin on his face. You're not sure how he does it, but when his eyes flutter open they're dancing with joy. They land on you immediately, and you try to pretend you weren't staring.

"Morning, love," He rambles, raspy in the haze of waking up, "How are you?"

"Good," You hum, curling tighter against his chest, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," He mimics you, then, "I loved it."

"Fantastic," You let out a slight giggle into his chest, befuddled by his drowsy word choice, "I love that you loved it."

"Oh, really?" He drags his arm up your back, hoisting you out of his chest and maneuvering you so that you're nose-to-nose with him, "You love that I loved it? Do you happen to love anything else?"

"James," Your brow furrows, "Did you take expired allergy medicine last night?"

"Not by more than a year," He shakes his head, grin infectious even though yours is plagued with confusion, "I just think that we should love more. Like, we should talk about what we love."

"Right," You laugh cautiously, "I love when you make sense?"

"Of course. I happen to love when my girlfriend talks in her sleep."

Your expression darkens, "What did I tell you?"

"Not where you've hid the body," He assures you, a light eye-roll accompanying his teasing, "But you happened to reveal how much you love a certain man..."

"Oh no."

"Who has curly dark hair," James presses on despite your growing horror.

"James-!"

"And wears glasses," He continues.

"Don't!"

"And is in this bed with you right now!" You're certain if you hadn't been weighing him down on the mattress, he'd have leapt to his feet to point accusatorily at you. Instead, he leers over you, face entirely too bright for the humiliation you feel.

"I'm sorry," You whimper pitifully, face flying like a magnet into his chest to hide your grimace, "I didn't mean to say it this early."

"This early," James marvels, "Darling, early?"

"It's only been a few months!"

"I told you I loved you on our first date, Y/N."

"Yes, James," You huff, pulling back to look him in the eyes, "After I told you I liked Queen. That wasn't real."

"Wha- That was real to me!" James's eyes blow up to the size of saucers, "You mean you didn't know I loved you?"

"I knew," You conclude cheerfully, tracing the line of his jaw, "My good old-fashioned lover boy."

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one-shot #james potter one shot #james potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction

[one-green-frog]

Post Surgery Cuddles

Hobie x ftm!reader

Fluff

Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)

Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .

"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.

Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.

While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.

Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.

Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.

"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.

"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "

Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.

Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.

Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.

#male reader #x male reader #astv #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x male reader #spiderman atsv #atsv #ftm reader

[lesbianjackies]

Hi okey hear me out i have an idea, so its a bit angsty but angsty fluff an i dont know if anybody has written that yet (also i read my way through your blog rn) 💕

What if Eddie and the reader are good friends but never had a sleepover? I was thinking about the reader having Nightmares and because of that they never actually sleeped over but i dont know there is a Storm and they need to stay with Eddie. And then a lot of fluff and comfort happens? Like a lot of super sweet stuff? 😁☺️☺️☺️

(i am sorry if i dont make sense i am all over the place right now 😂)

OH CUTE CUTE

also i made them already dating in this bc i didn't wanna erase the sleepover focus with a love confession

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"Hey." Eddie's uncle rapped at the door before opening it and peeping his head in. "(Y/N), yer parents want yah to stay over tonight. There's a storm, a real bad 'un, and they don't want yah out when it's brewin'."

You swallowed your panic and nodded.

"A'right." Wayne shut the door and you heard him clump down the stairs.

You let out a shaky breath. You'd never slept over at Eddie's before, which was ridiculous considering how long you'd been friends. You just... you had nightmares. Every night, you'd wake up in a cold sweat, screaming. You didn't want to scare Eddie with them, you didn't want to make him worry.

"You okay?" Eddie asked, noticing your concern.

You nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Can we put on a movie? Something... comforting."

"Winnie the Pooh?" Eddie suggested, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

You smiled shyly, a bit embarrassed. "Yes please," you whispered.

Eddie reached over you and slid the movie in, pulling you onto his lap as you watched. Thunder boomed and you shuddered; Eddie stroked your arm and whispered comforts into your ear.

"You ready to go to sleep?" he whispered as the movie ended.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to stay up all night to avoid your inevitable nightmares, but you could feel your eyelids drooping and you knew you needed the rest. You sighed shakily. "All right," you whispered.

Eddie kissed your head, turned off the film, and carried you to his bed. "Night, Bubbles," he said softly, and started snoring almost immediately.

You tried still to stay awake. You tried to keep your eyes open, you tried to force your drowsiness away, but it was impossible with the man you loved's arms around you and his face buried in your hair. Your eyes fell closed and you plunged into dreamworld.

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You didn't awaken screaming.

You awoke to soft light pouring through Eddie's bedroom window, your boyfriend still snoring into your hair. You blinked sleep out of your eyes in awe, amazed at how calm and well-rested you felt.

"Eddie..." you murmured, voice groggy from sleep. You stroked his hair and kissed his face. "Wake up, baby."

Eddie groaned, prying his eyes open. "Morning, Bubbles." His voice was rough and scratchy and Lord, did it do things to you. He kissed your neck, pressing his body against yours. "Sleep well?"

You exhaled a laugh, incredulous. "Yeah. Yeah, actually."

Eddie leaned back. "You sound surprised."

"It's just... I normally have like, really bad night terrors," you admitted. "That's why I never slept over before. But I guess... I guess sleeping next to you helped."

"Aw, baby, why didn't you tell me before?" He kissed your head, holding you close. "I'm here for you, I wanna be able to help with stuff like that."

"Okay," you whispered, burying your head in his chest. "Okay."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson

[itstuesdayidontknow]

draft dumping ground

if i can make this make sense it hopefully bridges the daemon/rhaenyra stuff and the alicent/rhaenyra stuff and the dad stuff...rn though the main thing i've done is just rewrite the first few paragraphs over and over although now

[Rhaenyra’s earliest memories of Daemon are hazy. Sometimes she feels as if his face and body and voice have always been familiar, although she knows that isn’t true. He was at school when she was born, and then there must have been a first time, a time when he was new. Daemon remembers it; Rhaenyra doesn’t, and she never will. She found this deeply unfair when she was younger, and sometimes she still does. He can recall, easily, the exact moment that they met—the day, the hour, the look on her face—and all she has are memories that grow vaguer and more ill-formed the further back she goes: Daemon carrying her, her arms wound tightly around his neck; finding him half-asleep on the couch downstairs in the middle of the night; coming out of the pool on a hot day and climbing into his lap, into his arms, growing drowsy listening to the sound of his low voice as he talked to her mother, his hand resting on her back the last thing she felt as she fell asleep. 

She didn’t understand it at the time, but now she does: Viserys was jealous. “Don’t get used to it,” he would tell Daemon, a knowing smile on his face as he watched Rhaenyra run to him, reach for him, cling to him. “She’ll outgrow this.” 

She’ll outgrow you [italics], he didn’t say. But she hasn’t. The way she feels about Daemon has grown and grown alongside the rest of her. She wants everything from him that she used to want—his attention, his listening ear, his approval, everything that made him different from her own father. It’s just that now she wants other things, too. Maybe that makes her selfish (she thinks of what Alicent told her three years ago, sneering and on the verge of angry tears: You want everything from everyone and nothing is ever enough for you and it makes me sick [italics]). Even if it does, Rhaenyra doesn’t care.]

i'm pretty happy with it maybe

[thewhizzyhead]

so anyways one of the things I've learned from that 8+ hour philosophy reading session is that the Greek Philosopher Heraclitus would go crazy over Everything Stays from Adventure Time and yes i mean that in a REALLY good way and no i will not elaborate

#oki i will kinda elaborate but only for um a very tiny bit #u see umm heraclitus has this whole thing about um i call this The River Allegory #even tho it isnt really an allegory by definition but um aNYWAYS FJSJFV #there has been a lot of debate throughout the years on its interpretation and what the translation should be #one of the most famous translations of this is um i'm paraphrasing here but it's basically 'you can't step into the same river twice' #and i think that translation was by Plato? i could be wrong and i'm way too tired to look it up #anyways many people think that the most accurate interpretation to heraclitus' um river allegory #is that of universal flux i think? basically the constant and never ending change is what makes up um the universe ig? #because yea the river as a waterform stays in one place but the water constituting the river does not #if the water were to not change at all then the waterform could be called a lake or um a pool fjsj i dunno but my point is #it wouldnt be called a river because a river is a rushing and constantly moving stream of water if that makes sense #so altho the translation 'you can't step into the same river' twice has some merit to it since the water in the river is um never in the- #same place #the waterform still retains its status as a river because of its constantly changjng nature #sO IF WE COMPARE THAT TO THE LYRICS IN EVERYTHING STAYS FROM ADVENTURE TIME FJXBSBX #look dudes i'm drowsy as fuck rn and when i'm drowsy i make even lesser sense than usual fbxjsjd #but um yea i dunno the whole heraclitus thingy just reminded me of everything stays #specifically the lines 'Everything stays right where you left it/ everything stays but it still changes' #like change will always be a constant and unavoidable thing #but at the end of the day change's constant and unavoidable nature is a big part of what constitutes a lot of things #so in a way because of change everything does stay one way or another #okay yea that doesnt make sense jdjjsd I MISS ADVENTURE TIME OKAY #tbh i think a lot of um ancient philosophers would probably go crazy ove adventure time #because goddamit adventure time is so fucking good #so um yea very long ramble over and please do take it with a grain of salt because LOOK I'M DUMB AND I DON'T KNOW SHIT FJSBFS #adventure time

[joansiefics]

Hey!! I just saw your prompt post and I was wondering if I could request prompts 2 and 4 from the angst section with Steve Rogers? Fluffy ending? I'm just really in the Steve mood rn. Thanks❤️😘

No Bed Of Roses

STEVE ROGERS X READER

Prompt 2: "don't you hurt a single hair on her head"

Prompt 4: "I don't know where I am... please help"

SUMMARY: You get kidnapped on your way home from running errands and Steve comes to save you.

WARNINGS: Explicit  Descriptions of Torturing (Cutting, Dislocations...), Kidnapping, Chloroform, Blood, Mentions of Death, Guns

A/N: The expression "no bed of roses" means not pleasant at all. And seeing that this fic is about an anniversary I accentuated and incorporated flowers in the fic. I'm sorry it took so long to write your request, but I hope you like the final product.

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~Flower #1: Peony - means Marriage~

You just finished decorating - roses strewn over the tablecloth accompanied by lit candles and fairy lights hanging by the entrance. It was your first marriage anniversary and you wanted it to be special. There were still three hours left before Steve would be home and you were almost done, you just needed to make your famous pumpkin pie. "Dang it!" you spoke aloud when you noticed your flour wasn't enough for the recipe. You rushed to the door and grabbed your keys on the way out.

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You payed for the flour, thanked the cashier and rushed back to your car. A few meters away from your car, you searched your purse for your keys and unfortunately didn't notice the two men creeping up on you.

~Flower #2: Aconite - means Be Cautious~

A calloused hand enclosed around your mouth, muffling your cries for help, as the other arm snaked around your waist, preventing you from escaping. Another man's hand came into your peripheral vision, a torn rag in his hand. You struggled against the arm around your waist, screaming against his filthy, sour tasting hand and kicking your legs wildly. The rag was forced into your face, even though you twisted your head from left to right, holding your breath and doing everything in your power to escape the drowsiness. After about five minutes of useless struggling, black spots started to cloud your vision, the fight fully escaped from your body and you fell numb into your attacker's arms.

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~Flower #3: White Rose - means Silence~

When you opened your eyes, the dark was exchanged for more darkness. You relied on your hearing to inform you of your surroundings - a dripping faucet, the roof's thermal expansion and contraction and silence. The sudden presence of a fluorescent light directed directly into your eyes had you squinting. "Sleeping Beauty finally awakes" a loud voice booms from somewhere in front of you. You try opening your eyes against the bright light to find the source of the goosebump-eliciting voice. "Who are you and what do you what from me?" you strenuously ask. A dry cough threatens to escape your parched throat and makes you gag, before you collect the most possible saliva to swallow. "We'll leave our identity a riddle for you to figure out while we wait for your Captain to show up"

'No, no, no, no...HYDRA...Steve fought so hard against them, he'll be devastated' you think "Well, then I'll have all the time in the world, he's not coming to save me" you say, hoping that it came across more convincing than it felt "We both know you're lying princess" "Don't call me princess" you seethe. "We need to do something about your snarky remarks, princess." he tuts as he walks to the corner of the room and for the first time you see the trolley decorated with tools. "With what do you want to start?" he asks fake politely. "You choose" you say with fake bravery masking your utter terror. "Let's see if we can shut your pretty mouth up first." He picks up a knife and slowly stalks towards you.

~Flower #4: Marigold - means Pain~

When he gets to you, he forces your mouth open - his long fingernails digging into your soft, rosy cheeks. He musters up all his saliva, stores it at the tip of his tongue and spits the ball of slime into the back of your throat. You choke on the warm liquid, traveling down your throat as he shakes your head to ensure that you swallowed all the given saliva. Once you swallowed everything you look your kidnapper in the eyes "thank you so much, I was so thirsty" "Let's see if you'll be so outspoken when I cut your tongue" he digs his nails deeper, drawing blood as you try to close your mouth. He forces the knife's blade into your mouth.

The cut is made at the tip of your tongue - not deep enough to cut the tip off, but just deep enough to let it bleed profusely. A scream escapes your lungs and the tears sting behind your eyes. "Not so brave now sweetheart, huh?" he mocks. He takes a phone out of his pocket and clicks on a number. The phone rings once and then the other person picks up "Hello?" the person, you recognize as Steve, unsurely greets. "Captain, we have your pretty little wife over here" "Don't you hurt a single hair on her head!!" Steve yells fumingly. "Oops, too late" "let me talk to her" Steve urgently orders, hands clenched into fists. "No, no, no captain...why don't I show you" your kidnapper switches the call over to video call and focuses the camera on you. He grabs your cheeks again, forcing your mouth open. Then he grabs a pair of pliers and pull at the tip of your tongue, to show Steve the damage that has been done.

You don't know when your tears started falling - maybe when you saw Steve or maybe when your tongue was cut into, but they were now flowing down your cheeks, stinging in the crescent shaped cuts of your kidnapper's nails. "Just hold on sweetheart, I'm going to get you out of there okay?" 'He is probably still at work... how long have I been here? Less than three hours?' You attempted to speak but you rather hissed at the pain when your tongue touched your upper palate. Steve's heart clenched at the sight of your fear stricken face, contorting in pain. "Here's the deal, we let your pretty princess go free when you hand yourself in" the kidnapper speaks up. "Deal, but I swear if you hurt her even more I won't hesitate to kill you" and with that Steve hangs up.

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~Flower #5: Balsamine - means Impatient~

"I think he forgot about you princess" the kidnapper says, impatiently looking at his watch and walking the room up and down. When nearly twenty minutes have passed since the phone call, your kidnapper lost patience. He harshly yanked you up, by your hair, from the chair and pulled you after him - your feet sweeping the floor clean. At the other side of the room he let go of your hair and kicked you over onto your stomach. He gripped your tied up wrists and cut the rope loose, only to secure your wrists with a much stronger and longer rope. You could feel the sisal rubbing over your already lacerated wrists and feel the blood trickling down your fingers.

When your kidnapper was sure that you could not escape the bonds, he hauled you up by holding the other side of the rope. He lead you to a contraption where he made you climb the three stairs upwards. He positioned you that your back was to the pole-like-contraption and then tied the longer end of the rope (behind your back) to it. He quickly got off and pulled the handle which made the platform disappear from your under your feet and you fell with a big force to the ground, being pulled back by the rope just before your feet could touch the ground. You screamed as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket - the pain electrifying every cell in your body.

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~Flower #6: Iris - means Faith & Hope~

You have no idea how long you've been hanging from a rope - a shoulder dislocated, probably a broken rib, lacerated wrists and a slit tongue. The distant sound of gunshots alert your kidnapper, but you hang numbly and exhausted. 'Where's Steve? I know he'll come for me, it's just a matter of time' you try to talk some sense into yourself, before you completely think that Steve has abandoned you. "Don't let them get the girl, she's our only leverage!!" your kidnapper yells through his comms to the soldiers, but he is met with static. "Your captain has come to rescue you... and now we have him right where we want him. He'll pay for all the destruction he caused." he has a disgusting smirk on his face, eyes glowing with evilness. "Sir, we need you on the field, all our backup is dead!" a panicked voice makes its way through the static and over the comms. "Stay right here you filthy female and don't make a sound or I won't hesitate to cut out your entire tongue out when I get back" he snarls before running out to the battlefield.

'If I yell someone might hear me and save me, or that freak will come back and cut out my tongue. Maybe I'll die when he does that, then I won't have to suffer anymore... it's worth a try' and then you start yelling with every ounce of energy and air left in your lungs. "Heeeeelp!!!" you cry out. The sound of your cries echoes through the room and into the hallway just outside the room. "Y/N?!" it takes a moment before you realize that it's not your echo boomeranging but someone calling out to you. "I don't know where I am...please help me!!!" you yell.

Steve follows your voice as the other Avengers fight of more HYDRA agents. When he enters the room and sees your hanging figure his heart breaks into pieces, shattering on the floor. "Y/N?" he carefully asks, to make his presence known. He slowly walks closer to you, purposely making his steps louder for you to hear and not to startle you. You lift your head up a bit, seeing Steve, before your head falls back down, your chin touching your collar bone. Steve assesses the entire contraption as he takes a few more steps closer to you.

~Flower #7: Gladiolus - means Heroism~

When Steve is standing in front of you, he carefully lifts your chin to make you look him in the eyes. "Steve" you whisper, throat dry, lips sticking together and tongue aching. "I'm here sweetheart" he comforts you, because he knows you'll need it to pull the next part off. "Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me" "hmn" you acknowledge him. "I'm going to cut the rope from this contraption and I'm going to hold you so you don't fall, I just need you to trust me and work with me" "okay" your small voice, make tears burn at the back of Steve's eyes and he has to fight hard to suppress them. He snakes an arm around your waist and cuts the rope, making you fall over his broad shoulders (fireman style carrying). A disgruntled sound leaves your throat when your shoulder flops around limply. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Steve apologizes.

He carries you to the middle of the room and lays you down. He takes of his jacket, folds it and put it under your head as a pillow. "Sweetheart?" he lightly shakes your uninjured shoulder to get your attention. "Can you tell me where it hurts?" you nod your head 'no' before closing your eyes again. "I know you're tired, but you gotta stay awake just a little while longer okay?" You open your eyes again and Steve asks the same question "can you tell me where it hurts, sweetheart?" "my tongue" Steve knows about your tongue, but he lets you finish. "my shoulder" he saw your shoulder was out out of place when he cut the rope loose. "my ribs and my wrists" "Is that all?" Steve asks, and you just give him a simple nod, too tired and sore to talk.

"I'm going to first take a look at your shoulder" Steve says. He quickly informs the team of your whereabouts and then focuses all his attention back to you. He lifts your arm up, supports your shoulder with his one hand and pulls as hard as he can towards him. A high pitched scream leaves you, once again. "It's done, it's done" Steve cooes as he rubs his hands over your arms.

Just them Bucky and Natasha arrives at the scene. "It's all clear" Bucky relays to Steve. "Thanks guys" Steve thanks, gently picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the Quinjet.

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At the compound you were professionally taken care of. And later that night, you woke up to the soft 40's music playing in the background, Steve holding your hand and flowers next to your bed, with a note attached to it - "I love you so much Y/N, and nothing will ever take you away from me" You lightly tugged at Steve's hands and he woke up, but before he could speak you put your finger over his lips. "Just lie with me, please"

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[justmickeyfornow]

1) gay things and-stuff I'm sick and drowsy rn so idk if the way I word this question will even make sense but we'll see. So I was wondering if you're going include Argo city being alive/not destroyed (idk what other words to use) In PI? I was thinking about It because Kryptonian culture and Kara's past seems to have played a very big part of the storyline for PI, what with her sharing that part of her life with Lena.

Wow! Now this is my type of ask! The second part of your ask is actually a super brilliant idea btw! Why didn't I think of that! It could be like

Paranoia Incarnated Season 1 - - > Defeating Fright and Lex Luthor

Paranoia Incarnated Season 2 - - > Lillian Luthor is back

Paranoia Incarnated Season 3 - - > Resisting the pout of Leia Danvers Luthor

Oh God! I could literally see it happening! It would be such an awesome project. But it would also make PI 100 chapters longer wouldn't it?!! I don't know if I'm ready for that commitment to be honest. My commitment issues are tingling! But I'm also at the same time really tempted to do it!!

As far as how long I expect PI to go on... Well let's just saaaaaaaay.....

This story was supposedly supposed to be only like 5 or 6 chapters long!

Definitely not 40!

But now that's its 40 chapter long, I expect it to last until maybe - maaaaaaaybe - chapter 50. Basically in the next 10 chapters I have to include the following list of things

Defeat Lex luthor

Cure Kara

Plan a first date for Kara and Lena (can you believe 40 chapters later and they STILL haven't gone on a single first date??!! Talk about complicated!)

Have Kara and Lena say "I love you" (yup they still haven't said I love yous yet either!)

Adopt Leia

Maybe have Kara and Lena get married or something

+ a bunch of other plot holes that need to be tied that I can't remember at the moment (if you remember any, send em my way)

And I figured I could probably fit all of that in about 10 chapters so I've decided 50 would be the number to stop.

(I say this with the upmost uncertainty since I tend to change my mind like a teenager changes moods... A LOT!)

But, your idea seems like a nice way of extending the PI universe while at the same time putting an end to things in a way. Season 1 would be over but season 2 we would see a new villain just like how TV shows are usually. Don't know if I would be able to do it, but I'll definitely think about it!

And now moving on to Argo!

Let's get into it shall we! Now as we all know, Argo City is supposedly not "dead" per se, but is actually the only piece of Krypton still intact (and I say per se because eventually it does die... Sorry if that was a spoiler for some people). Protected by a dome around it, Argo City was saved from the destruction of Krypton by Kara's parents Zor-El and Alura. Not too sure how the CW Supergirl writers explained it, but this is what I know from the actual comics.

When I wrote the Krypton Chapters - which can I please mention that they're probably my favorite chapters!! - I had no intention of bringing back Argo City. At least not in the semi-plan I had in mind when it came to PI's plot. I knew that Argo was "alive" and I toyed with the idea of maybe putting in a small detail that acted as foreshadowing that Argo was still out there. But then I felt it would distract me from Fright and her arch, so I decided against it.

I figured maybe somewhere in the very long run, maaaaaaaybe. But I didn't have it planned that's for sure. Truth be told, the main reason behind the Krypton Chapters was that I I needed what I like to call "The Calm Before the Storm" type of chapter.

Basically it goes something like this. Your readers are reading a conflict filled story with a villain on the loose that hasn't been defeated yet. As a writer, you give them a little something to make them feel safe, some happy moments, some laughs, some making out on the couch, make them forget about the villain a tad bit and then BAM! You bring back the villain, shoot the main character, unleash hell, kidnap the love interest, evil laugh here, evil laugh there, and a gun to the head!

You wanna make it even worse for your readers? Tell them what's gonna happen! Show them the horrible thing before bringing the happy moments. Sorta like what I did in PI. I showed the scene where Kara got shot and then ended it on a cliffhanger. Then made the next scene to be a flashback just before the scene where Kara got shot. I put in two whole chapter of beautiful bliss, where Kara and Lena were never happier, having ample amounts of sex, making out randomly while preparing dinner, talking about their childhoods to one another, jokes and laughs, and pretty much all the good stuff! And then BAM! The next chapter is the scene where everyone was left at in the present time!

At the same time, I wanted Kara and Lena to really really connect after the whole reveal fiasco. A lot of my readers were a bit confused after the reveal as to how they would get back together when everything seemed like shit. If you recall, back in the chapters about the reveal, Lena was in a very very dark place. And Kara was equally in a dark place for feelingg guilty about lying. And many people thought that it would be impossible to build that trust back. And the Krypton Chapters were written on the basis of rebuilding that same trust. The first part of the Krypton Chapters was Kara telling her about Krypton and the second part was about Lena telling her about Lex, the Lex from her childhood. And that was something that Lena had never done before, not with anyone.

So, to answer your question, no I don't have a plan to bring Argo into PI. At least not yet. If I do, then get ready for PI to be extended to 80 chapters!

For now, I want to close all the plots I already have opened! Maybe take the two on a proper first date for God sakes!

#Phew! #That was a long one! #Oh man #To bring Argo in would mean to add 10 extra chapters and I dunno if I'm ready! #But it would be epic #Can you imagine the emotion and the angst that Kara would go through! #And to take Lena with her! #To Argo! #Oh God! Now I'm more than tempted! #Maybe I could do a one shot in the PI universe? #Ask #Gay-things-and-stuff #Mickey answers #Paranoia Incarnated

[crispy-chan]

IM BAAAACK!

Okay so this morning I was feeling very tired and drowsy and omg I just wanted to sleep the day away. I was even late to school today because I overslept and now my outfit just ain't it bro 😭 I take HIGH pride in my fashion sense and rn it's just disappointing.

ANYWAYS I'm sorry you're feeling burned out 🥺 if I'm being honest though, so am I and I'm just really done with anything. Every day I just feel so tired and unmotivated, and I wonder why. It's not like anything bad is happening I just don't feel the urge to try as hard anymore and ig that scares me. Heck that's even the reason I don't want to go to college.

Like the idea of it sounds fun but then when you think of all the work and time and effort you into it, I just don't see the reason for me to go through all that stress for a degree I don't even need.

I hope you feel better soon Jas! I know it can get hard but I shall try my best to make you smile this holiday season 💃

I hope you're having a great day!

-🧸

thank you, really. it always puts a smile on my face (reading your messages), even if i don't respond right away. i haven't even touched my inbox in ages lol, nor have i written anything.

i'm sad to hear that you feel the same though. ik it's nothing pleasant to go through so i'm hoping that the both of us get better soon (and feel motivated again. it also scares me that i have no clue what i want to do in the future :((((

(also wOw fashionable person :O. i always wanted to be cool and have good taste but i just recently stopped caring lmao. i wish i had more time to devote to my clothing choices tho ;_; )

anyways, i hope you're doing well !! and sorry for the next spam of answered messages lmao.

have a lovely lovely day <3

#mail 💌 #anons ☁️ #🧸anon #xiesecretsanta #tysm <3

[plounce]

i agree w everything u said in ur post abt fic/fandom culture but to clear one thing up for my piece of mind, the first type of fic ur talking about is like torture porn right? where it's glorified pain and drawn out scenes of bad shit? bc i've written some stuff that references bad things in a sentence or two but i really hope i'm not part of the problem lol

#abuse ment

(ALSO IM SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG. TL;DR yeah you’re almost definitely fine my dude) (there's more drowsy rambling abt this under the cut)

yeah def! it’s like… suffering for the sake of suffering. the point of the fic is for the reader to gain entertainment from the suffering of a character.

it would be ridiculous to put a ban on depicting bad/sad things in fic. fiction is about human experience, etc etc. but my point was - i think people posting fics in public places need to be responsible in a certain way about it?

like… for example. 13 reasons why is kind of like the genre of fic im describing. the audience is consuming the pain of the character for entertainment. it’s not constructive, but it’s out in the public sphere.

of course one can have bad things happening to a character - there’s just a couple blurry lines you gotta try your best to mind if you’re gonna post sth publicly. is it a very graphic depiction a reader is either gonna be triggered by or relish in? is it the whole point of the fic? what comes after?

like i guess for example… if one were to publish sth about t@@ko having been abused. it would be best if the fic didn’t laboriously detail abusive scenes, drenching the reader with in depth suffering of a gay man, focusing entirely on that and rolling around in it. i (and i know many others) would prefer if like… it was focused on getting better. if it showed a gay man being able to live past that shit. being happy. not about oooooh isn’t it SO AWFUL he’s being abused, let me describe how painful getting punched in the stomach was!!!!!!

in fandom like… the suffering of gay men is fetishized to an unnerving degree. people focus on it sooooo much. maybe its bc those are favorite characters & ppl project onto them, but again - it’s public, we all have a responsibility, get a vent blog. gay people deal w enough pain irl lmao

so yeah. uhhhhh back to the point: is the reader meant to be jerking off to the suffering? if no, i think you’re good. you can depict suffering, just be conscious. you can ABSOLUTELY reference bad stuff, in a context where people can relate to it, and the context of your fic being like… not detrimental to read. fics don’t have to be cotton candy sugary perfect, but they shouldn’t be torture porn, as you said.

i’m not phrasing this exactly perfectly atm - im getting a bit sleepy and am already prone to rambling - but i hope this makes sense. im not trying to make a black and white statement, there’s soooo much nuance to this that i can’t express rn, but yeah.