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[always-coffee]

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Part One

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "Highness? That's a little much, just lord will do."

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our first installment! Enjoy!

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Prelude

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence and extreme depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

Rain hammering what was once his face, the boom of thunder and the grinding shriek of metal. Karl Heisenberg looked up at the plummeting form of a man, dead man Ethan Winters, silhouetted in stark relief by the lightning shattering the sky, and he felt nothing except a fevered madness, the berserk desire to tear the world itself limb from limb. Within him the cadou throbbed and slavered for blood, more more more!

In his rage-fueled delirium Ethan was transformed from mere crumbling vessel to a vengeant angel, pulling the trigger and firing that last rocket directly into his internals. All the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, failures, suffering, torment…

Yet Karl had to respect that level of dedication, that kind of drive. He certainly wouldn't have shown himself any mercy, had the roles been reversed. If he had been the man on borrowed time, struggling against all the beasts and bastards in the world to save his kid…well, Heisenberg could definitely understand Ethan's steely resolve, for all that it was about to bring his plans to ruin. 

I must…kill her…

"It's already done." A voice he knew. The Duke, that jumbo-sized, two-timing prick. 

Karl struggled to move, to stand, sort out what had happened, but something was wrong with his mind. It was as though his thoughts were…slippery, too difficult to grasp, and he was just so…

Tired. Gods, he couldn't ever remember being so tired. He felt mortal, fragile even. More details were racing past him, faster and faster as the weariness crushed him to dust, but Karl couldn't bring himself to care. He was too exhausted. Hell, he couldn't even muster up the strength to open his eyes while the rocking of the cart lulled him into a stupor.

I must kill her.

Who? Who was…

Consciousness slipped through his fingers once more, and for a time Karl simply slept dreamlessly. 

…

A warm, wet cloth was being rubbed back and forth across his bare upper arm. Karl licked his lips absently, flinching when he encountered dry, cracked skin. His lower abdomen was pounding.

"Shhh," someone, someone was there, a hand brushing over his brow soothingly. "You're safe. Sleep, Karl."

That tone, soft, too soft, too gentle. Karl hated it. "'Fuck 'way from me," he slurred, dragging his arm up in a pitiful attempt to shield himself from this new and insidious threat. When the hell had his limbs become so heavy?

"Don't move! Easy, easy. Give me your arm back, I still have to change that dressing." The person scolded, fingers wrapping around his wrist. Karl didn't even have the strength to struggle and soon relented, leaden arm going limp in this stranger's hold. 

"You gonna' kill me?" He asked, unsure why he felt so glib about the subject. 

There was a sharp intake of breath next to his head, followed by a long exhale. "No, of course not. That would be rude to the Duke. I promised to make sure you could recover physically. I guess you have some memory loss?"

"Huh." Karl's brow furrowed. Memory loss. Maybe that's why his brain seemed soft and bruised at the edges. But that couldn't be all there was. He was still himself, right? 

He couldn't tell. The details of his life to that point were full of static. It was like he was teetering on the edge of some dark pit, unsure if the lack of concrete memories was a blessing or a curse.

I must kill her.

Who?

Karl Heisenberg. Did that name even mean anything anymore? 

…

You were in for it, you could tell. Karl was as cantankerous as he could manage to be while he was still bodily incapacitated, the man only barely able to open his eyes after several days of recuperating.

His mouth worked just fine, unfortunately for you. 

"You making lunch soon, sugar? I want meat." 

You sighed heavily. "You want meat at every meal, Heisenberg." 

The nerves surrounding your mysterious houseguest and his lofty title had quickly worn off, replaced almost exclusively with annoyance. He was clearly an individual who was used to getting his way and while you hadn't wanted to be rude, you rapidly realized that he didn't care much whether you were or not. Honestly he didn't seem to care much about anything that came out of your mouth, appearing to talk just to hear himself prattle. Speaking of which…

"...potatoes, carrots, boar, I feel like I haven't had boar in ages, some black bread with oil and salt-"

You shoved the dishes you had been scrubbing back under the soapy water, turning to fix the man on the cot with a stern look. "Anything else I can get for you, your highness?" You snarked.

"Highness? That's a little much, just lord will do." He waved a limp hand dismissively, fingers twitching after a moment or two. Behind you, you heard the silverware settling belatedly in the water-filled basin. "Look, I don't want it all now, I'm just thinking of the future! I'm a big guy, not being able to eat like usual is killing me." Karl all but whined, his expression a bit pitiful for such a 'big guy'. 

You stifled your laugh, returning to the dishes. "Well, clarify that for me. When people say they want something, usually that implies a pretty immediate time frame."

"I do want it, I just can't have it now. Life is rotten sometimes."

"Yes yes, you're really fighting the cosmic battle."

"Don't patronize me, sugar."

Your laugh escaped that time, though you tried to mask it with a cough. Heisenberg muttered something you couldn't make out and when you dared to glance over your shoulder at him he had turned his head towards the wall. You pursed your lips, feeling a little guilty. He was bedridden and probably going crazy from boredom. That would definitely explain his talkative bouts whenever you were within earshot.

"I'll…I'll see what I can do about the boar. No promises, though." It had been slim pickings as of late; the strange excess of air traffic recently seemed to have had a negative effect on the local wildlife.

Another helicopter hummed distantly overhead and you briefly wondered if there was some sort of land survey going on, or if maybe it was a forest fire prevention drill, but soon enough more important thoughts took over and the query vanished from your mind.

…

The twitching was getting worse. It felt like something just beneath the skin of his abdomen was struggling to move him bodily, demanding him to propel himself onward with greater and greater urgency.

Which would have been fine, but Karl didn't even have so much as a crutch to hobble around with. Not that he would have used it, mind you, but the idea of it-

You were apparently hard at work doing something, leaving at sunrise and returning every day defeated in the twilight. There was still wood to be cut around the place, water to be boiled, general maintenance of your property. You always made sure to leave Karl food before you departed though, and you stoked the fire well. 

Heisenberg's only and eternal complaint was boredom. He was barely able to eat unaided, mainly motivated by spite and the grim realization that if this kept up he would be indebted; a fate worse than death or whatever the hell his gossamer memories were shielding him from recollecting. 

But Christ he was bored! He spent the days staring at the knots in the ceiling and willing himself to get stronger faster, damn it all, before he entirely lost his mind from cabin fever.

His loaned cot collapsed beneath him one such boring day after he made a sudden attempt to move his arms, dropping him on his side on the floor and knocking the wind out of him. From the little he could see the metal fasteners on one side of the canvas sling had just…all torn free of their moorings at once, clattering to the floor around his stunned form. 

His brow furrowed. Karl reached a tentative hand out, his index finger inches from one of the fasteners. The tiny object shuddered and then rocketed across the floor, scraping up a ribbon of wood in its wake. It finally halted when it met the edge of the cabinets, burying itself deep in the grain of the worn timber. 

–whirling twisted metal screaming death trap pouring rain and that man, that man–

Karl flinched, blinking. His hand was trembling when he attempted anew, and a second fastener made a half-hearted attempt to follow its kin, coming to a rolling stop midway through the kitchen. 

Well that's something.

The man paused. Then, with a superhuman effort, he heaved himself up onto his elbows. Gritting his teeth, Heisenberg crawled forward on his stomach until he was able to clearly see and confirm that yes, the fastener was lodged in the cabinetry. "Weird." Heisenberg muttered to himself. I didn't touch the fucking thing though, so how the hell-?

The door to the yard swung open and you came stumbling in, kicking your muddy boots off to rest beside the door on the porch. 

Karl froze. You froze. The fastener in the cabinet tore free, flying backwards to strike Karl in the shoulder. "Fuck!" He yelled, more surprised than actually hurt. Flapping a hand around on the floor he finally scooped up the little metal object, harboring some deluded fantasy about crushing the fucking thing flat in his fist.

"What the heck was that, and why are you on the floor?" You quizzed, sounding exhausted.

In reply, Heisenberg mutely gestured in the general direction of the collapsed cot. There was the sound of something clattering against the wall and you had an expression of fright on your face when he looked up at you. "Damn thing fell apart underneath me." He grumbled.

Your voice shook when you asked, "w…why did it just move?" 

…

You didn't care how tired you were, you knew what you had seen! Karl had waved his hand and the cot framework had chucked itself into the wall! The Duke hadn't mentioned anything about that! 

"I couldn't tell you." Karl's reply was as flippant as he usually seemed to be, but his eyes had an odd look to them. If you didn't know any better, you would say he was as rattled as you were by this strange development. "It feels…familiar, though."

"What does?" You demanded.

"The…I dunno', the feeling. I…" Karl had been in the process of opening his hand, but he abruptly trailed off. When you peeked over his fingers, you glimpsed a wrinkled piece of metal resting in his palm before he hurriedly clenched his fist again. "Back off, sugar. Cornered dogs bite." He warned, that strange look still in his gaze.

"Dog, huh? Right now you seem to be doing your best 'bear rug' impression, laying on the floor like that." You snorted, returning to the door to pick up what you had dropped beside your boots on the porch. "Since you're either not willing or not able to be clear with whatever is going on, we're going to discuss it with the Duke the next time he visits." You extended the sturdy branch you had found in your woodpile, its surface smoothed over the last few days as you waited in your hunting blinds to no avail. "I can tell you've been losing it, figured I'd make you something to help you move a little easier."

"I don't need-"

"I don't care." You cut him off, giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder with the walking stick. "I'm tired of moving you around and you need to start using your legs before you get blood clots or whatever the hell else."

Karl puffed out a breath, his eyes darting between your face and the staff you held. When next he spoke, however, it was in a tone of grudging admiration. "You shave this yourself? Delicate work. You must have a steady hand and be real bored to clean up something like that."

"If you'd rather not use-" 

Heisenberg wordlessly latched onto the stick, grimacing while pulling himself into a sitting position. He was panting by the time he made it to his feet, but still mustered up a cocky little smirk for you. "You'll have–to pad the base. Don't want to wake you when I start to roam late at night," he chuckled breathlessly.

You rolled your eyes, but resigned yourself to scrounging up some felt to protect your floors. Speaking of which… "Where did that scratch come from?!"

…

"One."

Thunk.

"Two."

Thunk.

"Three."

The last nail ricocheted off the tree trunk and Karl swore under his breath, hobbling forward. 

You, still observing from a safe distance on the porch, called, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, I s'pose." Karl answered glumly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head of the first nail. When he hauled his hand away to jerk it back out of the wood, however, he somehow managed to instead tear out a bolt from your recently-repaired fence line, sending several logs toppling to the ground.

"Aw, I just fixed that." You complained, venturing off the porch to retrieve the bolt from its place in the grass. "I'm gonna' need to drill a new hole because you sent the nut through the wood again! My fence is starting to look like Swiss cheese." Maybe you should stop was clearly what you were thinking and Heisenberg couldn't really see a reason to argue. All he was doing was causing more problems, more messes for someone else to clean up. 

Indebted. He gritted his teeth, heaving the first log back into place. You started to protest but he waved you off with a snarl, simply wrestling the remaining logs up on top of the first and then making a curt gesture. "Get your shit. I'll hold these." 

"They're heavy." You pointed out needlessly.

His arms had been shaking from the beginning. Karl jutted his chin arrogantly, raising an eyebrow. "And?"

You took off running, making a beeline for your lean-to where you stored most of your tools. As soon as you left Karl sagged a fair bit, trying to brace the weight of the fencing with his legs as opposed to his arms. Well, this may not have been my brightest move, he admitted to himself ruefully.

You were suddenly at his elbow, whirring drill ringing in his ear while the bit bored into the rain-softened wood. Karl absently watched the shavings spout from the bit, trying to ignore his arms trembling under the strain of the task at hand. 

–drill bit boring down, down, down, shards of bone flying, the twitching of muscles long dead–

The drill abruptly jerked to a stop in your grip, startling Heisenberg out of whatever reverie he had fallen into. "Shit, what the hell?" You grumbled, fidgeting with the trigger. "Must be a knot in the wood, hang on."

Karl exhaled roughly, glaring downwards at the stuck drill bit with all the malice he could muster. Don't make me look like a weakling here, shithead! The tool creaked and then, without warning, drove itself down through whatever had jammed it with an indignant shriek. 

You rushed to place the bolt in the newly made hole and even in his distracted state, Karl saw that your fingers were shaking. 

Once he was able to take a step back from the fence and catch his breath, he straightened up and tightened his hold on the walking stick you had given him. You continued to fiddle with the fence, obviously making a play for time, and Heisenberg finally issued a loud sigh. "I'm not…I know it seems like I could be dangerous but–well, you trust the Duke, don'tcha'?" he tried to rationalize. 

"Considering the fact that he hasn't come back since bringing you here, my trust is wearing a little thin." You retorted, still not looking at him.

Ouch. Karl shook it off, though. If he was in your shoes, the second some unwanted guest decided to poltergeist a cot into the wall would have been the same second they received a swift boot to the ass. "For what it's worth–hang on, let me finish–for what it's worth, I won't hurt you."

Your laugh had no humor in it. "Intentionally or accidentally? I live alone, Karl. An accident is just as bad as intentional for me."

"I…" Karl paused, unused to the level of resentment he felt at your accusation. Whatever he had been like before, he was clearly not a man that had been questioned often. "I don't know. Should I leave?"

You aimed the drill at him and Heisenberg got a terrible jolt of recollection that drowned out whatever you said next. Him but not him, and that man, pointing a handgun at him while protesting…something. "...take me out like the others and then you get to go and save Rose, right?" his voice had replied, sarcastic.

Rose. Rose. Powerful kid. Even Miranda's scared of her–

Karl grimaced, holding his head. Miranda. Rose. Ethan Winters. All these names, unattached to anything tangible. They seemed to exist exclusively to exasperate him.

"Hey, you feeling alright? You're pretty gray." He had to be imagining the concern in your tone. You didn't trust him, after all. "I guess that took a lot out of you. Let's get you back inside."

It was only once the two of you were halfway back to the porch that Karl realized he was leaning heavily on you, but you had accepted the burden without comment.

Indebted. Karl wanted to shove his head into a meat grinder. 

…

You knew you probably should have kicked him out. After all, he could walk now, right? Best to be on his way. You certainly weren't going to keep Heisenberg around out of some misguided loyalty towards the Duke. Truly, you didn't know either man. Hell, Karl didn't even know himself! Add to that the strangeness of his…powers, the solitude of your abode and you had a recipe for disaster.

You brought the maul down once more, sending the wedge home and splitting the log cleanly. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you reached down to scoop up the wedge. To your annoyance the thing skittered out from beneath your fingers, flying across the yard to Heisenberg's waiting hand.

"Let me take over." He offered, then hurried to add, "so you can have a break! You've been at this since ten."

"It needs to be done." You replied shortly.

"Yeah. So let me help." Karl tilted his head, the brim of his raggedy hat casting his eyes into shadow. "I can't exactly cook, I'm not good for much. Lemme' muscle something around for you, huh sugar?"

Your shoulders did hurt a little. "What time is it?"

He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. "Five after two."

"Shit." You grimaced. "Okay. But only so I can have a drink and a five minute break." You warned, aiming a finger at him with a squint.

Heisenberg bowed theatrically, sidestepping you on your way to the porch. "Naturally." With a solid thud the wedge slammed itself halfway through the next log. 

An early summer storm had brought down the rest of the winter-damaged trees and you had been doing your best to stay on top of the unexpected bounty, but the task was proving a bit more monumental than you had anticipated. Even after you'd sawed the fallen trees to manageable size, it was slow going.

Once you'd gone inside and poured yourself a tall glass of water from the gravity-fed sink, you headed back out to sit on the front steps. Sipping the water, you idly watched your begrudged guest tear his way through the amassed pile of pre-portioned logs. He had no real finesse, but you guessed if you knew you could split a log in any place you chose you probably wouldn't waste time with a technique. Karl used both the maul and the wedge on different logs at the same time, effectively doubling your results with apparent ease.

You grumbled to yourself a little, laying back on the porch and throwing an arm over your eyes to block the sunlight. Showoff.

…

You must have been exhausted, because the next time he glanced at the porch he realized you had fallen asleep. Karl caught himself smiling and quickly jerked the maul down into the next log. He needed this, he decided. The physical labor was doing wonders for his brain, keeping everything nice and quiet. No nasty flashes of what-was when he was focusing on some menial task. He'd have to try and take on more of this stuff. Maybe you'd let him help to fill the jugs at the river, for washing and drinking and–

-and what was that noise. Heisenberg straightened up, his eyes immediately drawn to the shadow of the trees at the edge of your property line. It was so strange the way sunlight only made the woods seem darker, intensifying the shadows until they were inky black. Karl stared hard, willing his eyes to adjust to the shade, but he only caught the faintest glimpse of…something. It was more like an impression of movement, eyeshine and hair but not…not right, not animal-shaped. 

Karl hesitated, his grip tightening to a chokehold on the maul. The wedge rocketed over the fenceline, vanishing into the bushes. The yelp in response set his teeth on edge. Again, the wrongness, too bass for a lynx and too high for a bear. 

Karl stormed forward, his walking stick forgotten on the ground as he brandished your old maul with an intent so gleefully malevolent that it confused him. Man, I must have been a bad person. He shoved it to the side for the moment, scouring the underbrush for the wedge. 

It had traveled further than he expected but it simply laid forlornly on the forest floor. However it seemed to have met its mark regardless, as the chisel tip of it was stained black with some kind of ichor. 

Heisenberg gingerly picked the wedge up, rubbing his thumb across the liquid. In hindsight, probably a bad idea. The fluid was still warm and stank of iron and decay, like…blood left out in the sun too long…

--buckets of congealed, blackened liquid, splatters of it on the concrete beneath his feet and all around him the reek of rusty death. But this was home, as much as if he had built it himself–

Karl shuddered, nearly dropping the wedge. He felt like the wind had been crushed out of him by some giant hand. 

He had left you alone. Asleep. Vulnerable.

Heisenberg whirled, met with a wall of trees and no clear view of the cabin. "You stupid fuck!" He cursed at himself, tearing off in what he thought was the right direction.

…

"Hey!"

The sharp bark woke you from your unwitting doze and you jolted up, startled. You rubbed your eyes, groaning, "what, what is it?" 

Heisenberg was standing in front of the stairs in a strange, hunched position. It took you a moment to realize that he still had the maul, and that woke you up. He looked furious, he looked dangerous, his chest heaving and his hat missing. Without even thinking about it you clawed yourself backwards to get out of range, your legs nearly refusing to cooperate.

"K-Karl?" The tremor in your voice seemed to have some kind of effect on him, his posture and fierce expression softening slightly as he blinked down at you. 

"I…you're okay." He said finally. His knees gave way, the man nearly sagging to the ground before he managed to prop himself up with the maul. "You been asleep the whole time? Didn't see anything?" He questioned you, his tone rough.

You shook your head, baffled and still wary. Karl sighed, but it sounded more like relief than annoyance. "What's going on? You uh…you look upset." You commented, giving up on any subtlety. 

"There was something in the woods." His gaze hardened once more and he fidgeted with the maul. "Didn't get a good look at it, but it…somethin' about it wasn't animal, y'know?"

"Oh." You tapped your mouth. "The Duke mentioned things called Lycans, he put up some charms to ward them off. That's why I don't go out past the fence at night. Never seen any close to the property, though. That's weird."

Karl pressed, "You've seen them? What do they look like?"

"It's always been dark out so I couldn't say exactly." You bit your lip, trying to recall. "Whatever I saw had really patchy fur or hair, like it had mange. I thought it was a big lynx, honestly. The Duke didn't want to tell me what they were, he just put out the charms and said that would tell them to stay away."

Karl swore under his breath. "Always at night?"

"Yeah, I've never gotten a good look at them. Not sure if I believe they even exist but," you shrugged, "I don't really have a reason to go groping around in the woods after dark anyways. What with the bears, wolves, lynx…I mean, it's not exactly like an inconvenience for me to park my ass at night."

"Well whatever I saw, it was watchin' me. And I don't know for how long."

Part Two

#karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #eventual romance #fix it fic #au #resident evil #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

[baxndaid]

saw ur requests open and ran,,,, smol venti and itto headcannnons :) like ur already in a relationship, maybe the hc is abt their love language

#L♡VELANGUAGE

characters — VENTI, ITTO, ALBEDO, THOMA, XIAO, CHILDE, AYATO

prompt — their love languages x

notes/warnings — hope u dont mind bu i want clout so i added more characters LMFAO xoxo ty for requesting

i . itto — gift giving

this guy has NO money btw !! ZERO coin !! but that doesnt mean he wontl try and win you a few things such as some winning beetles, candy, miss hina plushies (which he wanted for himself tbh) and a statue of her excellency, the almighty narukami oshogo, god of thunder, (which he stole from kujou sara while his friends distracted the tenryou soldiers who were on duty.)

♡

ii . albedo — quality time

he pretty much always works, spending most of his time in the snowy, sheer cold of dragonspine, researching and painting different monsters he would encounter. he enjoys it when you tag alone, though. sometimes he would make you pose and would draw you, chuckle at your imitation a hillicurl he was painting, and overall just walk around the deserted mountains with you.

♡

iii . xiao — gift giving

he doesnt talk very much, yknow, bc hes emo, so instead, he leaves you small, hand-made gifts and trinkets that he tries his best to make the night before, hoping you would like it. he would be a massive bastard about it to, like, he just shoves it into your chest and vanishes and when you ask him about it, all he does is blush and change the subject 🙄

♡

iv . childe — gift giving

are u surprised tho⁉⁉ hes STACKED ofc hes going to spoil your ass, even if you look at a piece of clothing for 2 seconds in a shop window, you'll probably have it in your wardrobe the same day. he enjoys seeing you happy, and if material goods will make you happy, then whatever you want, he'd buy it

♡

v . venti — physical touch

clingy mf 💍 he does not let go of you, your both attached to the hip at this point. whether your walking around mondstat, going around windrise, or just drinking at the tavern, hes always seen holding your hand or hugging you. he likes it, it makes him feel closer to you, it comforts him and he wouldnt trade those moments for anything

♡

vi . thoma — acts of service

malewife moment‼‼ 😩 if you have any left over chores that needs to be done, hes probably already done it. when you come home from work/your studies, he would already have your favourite meal on the counter ready for you, spending time with you, just tidying up your shared room, chilling together afterwards, and just helping you in general is his favourite pass time

♡

vii . ayato — words of affirmation

hes a smooth man, with elegant and smooth words. he would always whisper subtle praise into your ear if he sees you stressed with your work, he would always compliment you every morning as you did the same, and he would always run his annoying mouth as he tells thoma embarrassing stories of himself and you, in return, you would do the same but with ayaka x

NAVIGATION ♡

#( ✦ yae’s cards — ) . #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #venti x reader #venti #thoma x reader #thoma #childe x reader #childe #tartagila #tartagalia x reader #ayato x reader #ayaka kamisato #kamisato ayato #ayato kamisato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader

[yumenotambourin]

I will now try to type all the lyrics of the British Elfilis Song by memory

GAZE UPON THE ANGELD MIGHT

AS WINGSOF DEATH UNFURL IN FLIGHT

THE GOD OF WAR THE SPOIL OF LIFE

FROM DECADES UNDER STRIFE

A NEW DREAMLAND FOR ME TO REND ASUNDER

FEEL THE MIGHTY ROAR OF TBE CONQUEROR'S THUNDER

AS THE SKY CRACKS OPEN AND WIDE YOU'LL KNOW YOUR SMOLNESS

INSIGNIFICANT AMONG ඞ NEW WORLDS

YOURE THE HEART AND IM THE FIST

WE CANNOT COHEXIST

IN A UNIVERSE WHERE THE STRONG EAT THE WEAK

'NEATH THE FLAG OF CONQUEST

COMPASSION MAKES A RULER MEEK

WORLDS BEND BEFORE MY BLADE

WATCH THEIR PEOPLE FADE

THEYRE BUT FUEL FOR THE FLAMES OF WAR

THEY CANT STEEP(?) MY REVENGE I'LL ALWAYS CRAVE MORE

IN MY CAPTOR'S FORGOTTEN LAND

ALL LIFE SHALL TURN BACK TO ITS PRIMAL STATE

ANIMALS THAT BOW TO THEIR GOD

SERVITUDE tO THAT WHICH COULD CONQUER THE STAR

TO THE AXIOM!!!

HERE YOU STAND

AS THE FORCES OF (SOMETHING) BEYOND YOU

CASTS YOUR LAND OF DREAMING

INTO THE COSMIC DARK

MAN AND BEAST ARE ALL ONE

UNDERNEATH MY ULTIMATE THUMB

WITNESS THE DEATH OF HOPE'S FINAL SPARK

[Now Welcome to Elfilis ASMR]

IM THE STORM THAT APPROACHES

YoURE BUT ANTS TO MY BLADE

YOU RESIST LIKE ROACHES

BUT LIKE EVERYTHING YOULL FADE

AS THE DRUMS OF WAR BEAT

AS YOUAY DOWN BLEEDIMG

I SHALL FINALLY (REPEAT??? IDK STOP BEING BRITISH)

RETRIBUTION FOR YOUR MEDLEY

THERE'LL NEVER BE ROOM

FoR THOSE WHO STAY STRONG

SO YOULL MEET YOUR DOOM

TO THE STARS ERELONG

LAY DOWN ILL GRANT YOU

DEATJ SO SWEET AND PAINLESS

DO NOT SEE THIS WAR THOUGHT

GIVE AN ACQUIANCE

KNEEL BEFORE ME AS HEAVEN STANDS

A SIGN OF YOUR INEXORABLE END

SIMPLE BEINGS LIKE YOU CANT COMPREHEND

MY CRUSADE OF BLOOD

RuN AWAAAAAAY

BUT YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE THE SPEAR OF FATE

TWO BEINGS COLLIDE ABSORB ASSIMILATE

YOUR FATE IS MARKED IN BLOOD SO BEHOLD MY RESPLENDANCE

AS I CAST TO NIGHT THIS NEW WORLD

OOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOO

OWALDTJJWDLTJWDLRI

STILL YOU FIGHT ON

STILL YOU REBEL

THIS WORLD IS GOOONE

WHY THEN DO YOU CLING TO THIS HEEEEEELL

[Welcome back to Elfilis ASMR: the squeaquel]

SO BE IT SO BE IT SO ˢᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴵᵀ

LET THEM DIG YOUR GRAVE

IN A

🇬🇧FORGOTTEN LAHND🇬🇧

WHERE

NONE SHALL REMEMBER YOU

NONE SHALL REMEMBER YOU

NONE SHALL REMEMBER YOU

NONE SHALL REMEMBER YOU

[I love their british echoes]

THIRTY YEARS AND HERE WE ARE

BLOOD AND TEARS AND HERE WE ARE

WORDS THAT GRATE INTO THE RECESSES OF MIND

NOW HERE WE ARE TO EXTERMINATE YOU KIIIIIIND

STOLE MY NAME AND POWER LOCKED ME IN THE TOWER [ok Rapunzel]

LEFT ME TO ROT IN A PRISON OF THOUGHT

READY TO BRIMG ABOUT THE FINAL HOUR

[Here we go!]

RUN RUN CHILD

WHAT COME WHAT MAY

[Everyone cheers]

TWO PLANETS COLLIDE

ON YOUR FINAL DAAAAAY

TORN APART BY GRAVITYS HAND

ASHES SCATTER ACROSS

🇬🇧FORGOTTEN LAHND🇬🇧

TAKE YOUR FINAL BREATH

GAZE UPON

THE RECKONING OF THE FREEE WILL OF THE MULTIVERSE

THE CHAINS OF GOD

FALL AND FREE ME OF MY CURSE

OF TJE TORMENT MAN

DARED TO IMPOSE ON MY REFULGENCE

I SHALL SUBJUGATE YOUR NEW WORLD

ALL RETURNS TO MATTER I SHATTER THE SkY

LOOK ME IN THE EYES

AS TWO PLANETS APPROACH THE LIMIT OF DESTRUCTION WORLDS OLD AND NEW IN FIRE SHALL DIE

[elfilisfuckingdies.mp4]

MY CONQUEST WONT BE DETERR3ED BY YOU

THE GOD OF WAR WILL HAVE THEIR LONG DUUEEEEE

[du-dududududu du-dududududu du-dududududu du-dududududu]

STILL YOU FIGHT YOY YEARN FOR HOME

EVEN WHEN YOURE ALL ALONE

IF YOU WANT YOUR HOME SO BADLY THEN

VERY WELL!

ILL CONDEMN YOU

AND YOUR LAND OF DREAMS TO HELL

SOAR THE SKY IN FIRE

SALT THE EARTH RETIRE

YOUR RESTSTENCE COSTS YOU THE WORLD UOU HOLD DEAR

SEE WHAT COMES FROM DEFYING MY SPEAR

RUN RUN CHILD

YOU CANT RUN LONG

[Everyone cheers]

THE PLANETS' DESTRUCTION

IS YOUR FINAL SOOOONG

WITNESS WHAT COMES OF YOUR LAST STAND

BURY YOUR NEW HOPE IN TJIS FORGOTTEN LAND

TAKE YOUR FINAL BREATH

GAZE UPON

THE LIGHT OF THE DEATHNOF THE GODLY STAR

YOUR DREAMS ARE GONE GoNE

WATCH THEM FADE FROM THIS LAND FROM.AFAR

STRUGGLE AS YOU MIGJT

WITH THE VEHICELZ OF THE FALLEN

yOU WILL PERISH TO THIS NEW WOOORLD

ALL RETURN TO MATTER I SHATTER THE SKY

LOOK ME IN THE EEEEYE

AS TWO PLANETS APPROACH THE LIMIT OF DESTRUCTION

WORLDS OLD AND NEW IN FIRE SHALL DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[elfilisfuckingdiesagain.mp4]

✨️My spirit never shall lose its way, for chaos rises another day✨️

#BRITISH RAT #temporary talking tag #gatorade

[yami-the-outcast]

Sleepy Smol

So I wrote more with my Dio kids. And it’s more naga au Because that’s what my brain’s been stuck on I dunno why, that’s just where I’m at rn Gotta live with it Just a smol Twyla looking for some comfort in bad weather because nobody can get enough of that

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It wasn’t unusual for Jotaro to hear his door creak open in the middle of the night, especially one as stormy as this. Usually LB or another small person around the house would be frightened into the safety of his coils or his stomach for the rest of the night, letting the gentle gurgles cover the sound of thunder and lightning. But this time was different… Jolyne was still curled in her little hammock, and the lack of little pitter-pattering footsteps confirmed it wasn’t LB… options were limited from that point on, and it was only in the flash of a lightning strike that he caught a glimpse of blonde hair and pale magenta scales, causing him to initially tense. Twyla? What was the daughter of Dio doing in here of all places? After that… rough first meeting, she’d mostly stuck to Joseph or Josuke, giving him a wide berth. Couldn’t blame the kid, after all he *had* threatened to rip the rattle at the end of her tail out… fuck, he’d really gone overboard with that crap. Lucky Jolyne hadn’t seen him like that, that wasn’t exactly the example he wanted to set for his daughter… Another flash of light, and the small naga was crawling into his bed, eyes tired but wide in fear, shivering as she went to curl up with the larger, shivering as the next crash of thunder overhead seemed to set the windows rattling, the wind howling like a fearsome creature outside. Initially Jotaro was unsure what to do with the small naga… thus far she’d been afraid of him, and this was the spawn of his possibly worst enemy, but she was also a child… A scared child right now… Despite his own hesitance, instinct was still roaring in his chest, the urge to protect this little one from whatever was frightening her and keep her close. He settled for curling himself around the small naga, coils forming a protective barrier between her and the outside world as she latched on to him, face buried in his stomach as she whimpered. A large hand brushed through that mess of thick blonde hair, running through the strands and down her back before rising again, gently stroking the small’s back as he sighed. “‘M sorry..,” Twyla whispered, so faint he almost didn’t hear it, her hands clutching his shirt as she whimpered with the next crack of thunder, “didn’t… didn’t mean to… couldn’t see… s-sorry…” Jotaro sighed, continuing his ruffling of the little naga’s hair, fingers finding her little bow and going to undo it as he brought her up a bit towards his face, “you’re not the first to wake me in the middle of the night, and you’re not going to be the last. Stop apologizing…” If Jolyne was in this position, and she had been before, frightened and seeking comfort, he’d want someone to comfort her. Just because of a bloodline, he couldn’t just let this child suffer… God, he’d fucked up before, nothing he could do was going to change that first meeting, but hopefully he could do something to show he wasn’t a complete monster.

Another sigh left his lips before he asked softly, “do you want to go inside?” After the last experience, with how rough and frightening he’d been with her brother, he wouldn’t blame the small naga for being fearful of the idea, though was pleasantly surprised when Twyla whimpered and butted her head against his chin. A sign as universal to a naga as the “pick me up” gesture was to a human. His jaws parted automatically, the head passing his lips larger than his own daughters, but still manageable after years of dealing with Josuke when he was a kid. She was still whimpering and shivering, though this time not because of him, if anything she leaned into the motions of his jaws and tongue. Trying to push herself forward into that deep warmth, away from the frightening sounds outside. Jotaro found himself purring deep in his chest as he gulped down the smaller naga, her head and shoulders slipping down his throat with a thick swallow, trembling tail following after with relative ease. A far cry from the first time he’d roughly swallowed down her brother… He settled back on his bed, setting aside the hair ribbon he’d undone before resting a hand on his middle to feel the little slithery form slip inside, his stomach welcoming the young naga with a soft groan as his abs visibly bloated outward with the small form. She shifted around inside, small hands pushing out against the walls for a moment as she settled down, the larger naga’s middle gurgling and groaning in response until she coiled up in the somewhat tight confines. Seemed she didn’t know what to make of her new surroundings, Jotaro feeling a few odd rubs and pokes from the small form, a frown crossing his face as he poked at the small bulge she made, the squirms stopping for a moment before the faintest of giggles reached his ears. The larger naga sighed as he settled back in bed, keeping his hand on his stomach, “Now settle down, get some sleep.” He had a distinct feeling her brother would be less than happy in the morning when he found out about this, but Jotaro would deal with the feisty kid later. For now, he could revel in the familiar warmth of a full belly and the sounds of the storm outside as he settled down to sleep. 

#jj/ba vore #jj/ba naga au #extreme cuddling #Twyla Rouge #Sleepy child was looking for Joseph and found Joot instead #Clearly this wasn't the worst choice she could have made #Not so mean Jotaro #He's getting better

[frozcnlight]

@smol-sirens-garden​​ liked for a Windblumen Festival Starter { for Zhongli }

From all the clothes Miran had ever seen in her life, the ones of Liyue were the ones that had always stuck to her mind. She remembered when she had walked through the harbor, the first steps taken to freedom and away from Inazuma. How amazed she had been of the fabric, that seemed so colorful and yet so different from those she had ever seen in her home nation.

So it was also the first thing she recognized, upon a man coming into her view. Sitting at a table alone at Good Hunter.

Miran looked to her right and to her left, at the other tables filled with people and laughter, but nearby no empty chairs anymore. People, who knew each other since long, probably came in groups to this city to enjoy the festival together. So she approached the man, who’s brown hair were tied into a long ponytail.

Not wanting to startle him, she spoke with gently voice, “ Excuse me… are those chairs still free? There doesn’t seem to be a lot of free space anymore but this one. “.

#{ Gliding with the wind through thunder and storm ( Genshin Impact )} #{ Windblume Festival } #Oh god; thats such a clichee starter; I'm sorry xD #smolsirensgarden #smol-sirens-garden

[well-of-thirst]

Something about 7ft tall thunder gods with smol cats.txt Another WIP, because I'm tackling my art block by redrawing old art so I can convince my brain that I am evolving :'D

The original for some comparison. Study anatomy, folks. It's a bore but it does pay off

#thirsty doodling #raiden #and a cat #daddy thunder #art wip

[quinnofthedawn]

Title: Poly! Gajeel & Laxus w/ smol! reader

Request: No

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Type: fluff, romantic

Warnings: Mention of reader wearing skirts, but can still be read as gn

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights go to their original creators.

A/n: This is for all my 4'8-4'11 bitches😔 If ur over 4'11 I dont wanna see you/j

This isnt as good as i hoped, but since its my first time writing it'll do

Tagging @rosetheshapeshifter cause you said you wanted to see this

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☆Congrats! You just bagged yourself two bodygaurds

☆No but seriously, these two are so protective of you, even if you are a wizard

☆They just really care abt you and dont wabt you getting hurt :(

☆They can be very stubborn (as all dragon slayers are), especially when getting into arguments, so you're gonna have to play moderator

☆On the occasion that YOU are the one mad at them they WILL put everything on the top shelves just so you'll talk to them

☆Lol I'm saying this as if they don't already put everything on the highest shelves

☆They love you but they're MEAN

☆If you're part of the guild, you guys will occasionally go on jobs together, much to the chagrin of the Thunder Legion (coughFreedcough)

☆If you arent part of the guild you might as well be, with how much time you spend in the guild hall

☆You bet your ass no one is gonna try to mess with you when these giant fuckers are around

☆If you think they won't throw you over their shoulders and haul you around like a sack of potatoes, think again (god i hope you don't wear skirts)

☆SHORT JOKES

☆SO, SO MANY SHORT JOKES

☆ESPECIALLY from Gajeel

☆But if anyone else even dares make a short joke abt you (Natsu) they'll have two angry dragons on their tail

☆These two are so competitive when it comes to you

☆They will do literally ANYTHING to be the "favourite"

☆(Come on boys ur not children)

☆Hungry? Gajeel has prepaired a fucking 5 star meal (i headcanon that Gajeel is a great cook okay let me have this)

☆Sore? Laxus is already there giving you a massage

☆Need one of them to open smth or get smth from the tope shelf? They're practically falling over eachother

☆They're just so whiped for you okay? :(

☆Cuddling can go one of two ways:

1)Everyone takes turn being the big spoon, middle spoon, and small spoon

2)Both of them want you for themselves

☆If it's the first scenario everything is nice and calm (for once)

☆If it's the second..... all hell is gonna break loose, it will most likely end with both of them being forced to sleep on the couches (yes, there are more than one couch in ur house cause for some reason half the guild thinks your house is a good place to hang out :/)

☆Overall it's just a really nice, if sometimes chaotic relationship

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#fairy tail x reader #gajeel x reader #gajeel redfox x reader #laxus x reader #laxus dreyar x reader #fairy tail #gajeel #gajeel redfox #laxus #laxus dreyar #fairy tail headcanons #laxus dreyar headcanons #gajeel redfox headcanons #quinn writes

[sooibian]

“Clay”-doh

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader

Genre: Parents AU, tooth rotting fluff

Description: "When was the last time we did something together as a family?" you ask Baekhyun and...it backfires.

Word Count: 1.4k unedited!!!

A/N: Thank you for daydreaming about this cute little scenario @littleflowercrown13​ 💗 i hope you enjoy!!!!

Scraping your hair up in a bun, you padded into the living room with an idea floating in your consciousness which fortified upon finding your husband sprawled out on the couch, snoring away a beautiful Saturday afternoon while your two year old’s pony plushie had been merrily galloping along his torso.

This is what your weekends had come to - Baekhyun would snatch every minute he could find to take a nap and your little one would unwind in the company of her inanimate playthings. Family time was simply...non-existent! The three of you were together all the time but not really.

Plopping down on the box arm of the couch with a pointedly loud sigh, you tried to shake him awake, your ringleted doll enthusiastically following suit. Baekhyun fought the two of you off by curling up like a shrimp, shoving his face into the pillow and letting out a muffled groan thus inviting a flurry of giggles from the bright eyed little lady whose marigold sized fists danced on her appa’s arm as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feeties.

“Ow!” Feigning injury, Baekhyun’s hand flew up to his shoulder to block another blow from the marigold fisted warrior princess. But she was caught unawares when he suddenly scooped her up in his arm and put her down on his chest, playful fingers wiggling along her protruding tummy.

More giggles from both father and daughter.

“Why did you wake me up?” grumbled Baekhyun. The entirety of his attention seized by his own miniature version, he masked the annoyance in his tone by wearing a wide grin on his face.

Poking your husband in the side with a bamboo needle (a failed attempt at knitting), you whined, “You’re sleeping all! the! time! I’m bored!” You lifted her off of Baekhyun’s chest, allowing him to sit up straight and stretch his back, only for her to go flying back into his arms again.

“Jagiya, sometimes I wonder who the real two-year-old is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, peppering the high tension baby's face with soft kisses. Their levels of energy had always been directly proportional - you never failed to notice how Baekhyun's effervescence fuelled her tempo. She suddenly seemed like a whole ‘nother person - in complete contrast to the tiny angelic girl who'd been quietly playing with her pony just a couple of minutes ago.

You protested, "When was the last time we did something together as a family?"

He shot you a look in response that said 'That’s rich coming from you!' but his boxy grin made a revival as soon as he set his eyes on the fluff ball in his hands.

You’d admittedly been a spoilsport when it came to participating in Baekhyun planned “activities” but they were simply “not your jam”.  A couple of weeks ago, the father daughter duo had decided to dress up as murderous clowns after seeing posters of IT Chapter Two around the city! Murderous! Clowns!! So instead of blatantly refusing their invitation to dress up as one yourself, you volunteered to be their photographer and clean up the mess after.

It was a lesson learnt.

So the next time they were ready to play Masterchef with the Sous Chef’s tush parked on the Head Chef’s hip and altered-to-fit toques perched atop their peanut shaped heads, you slyly feigned a work emergency and asked your husband’s best friend to drop in for sometime to keep an eye on them….and well, avert any potential disasters. You were grateful not to have come home to ruin and debris but to your angels well fed and soundly asleep on the couch with the Head Chef’s bright yellow chick apron soaking up Little Miss Sous Chef’s drool. Thank God!

No, thank Kim Minseok!

“We could do something that’s not...umm..well..” you started hesitantly.

Mischief dancing in his eyes, Baekhyun cracked a sly smile and asked, “Stressful?”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a non-committal nod.

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“SPA DAY!”

Mirroring her father’s enthusiasm, your little one threw her hands in the air and thundered in baby coo.

Baekhyun had laid down an old rug on the living room floor and together you arranged clay masks, lotions, cotton pads, baby oils, moisturizers...the entire shebang. You excused yourself to the bathroom to cleanse your face while the older troublemaker tossed the younger one into the air, the sound of saccharine giggles and gurgles pervading the entire room.

Your lips unconsciously synced to the words of a familiar song stuck in your head...just this one line playing over and over again as you trotted out of the living room.

‘...I can’t even close my eyes and I don’t know why...guess I don’t like surprises..’

A vague foreboding swiftly crept into your consciousness. Dabbing your face dry, you darted towards the living room with a different tune stuck in your head.

‘Everytime I turn around, something don’t feel right! Just might be paranoid!’

From a distance, everything seemed eerily normal.

Gongju-nim was seated cross legged on the rug, with a fluffy cushion placed against her smol lap on which Baekhyun had his head rested. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked furiously to adjust to the baffling scene before you.

Jaw slacked, you stood watching her pudgy fingers work expertly along Baekhyun’s soft facial skin, evenly spreading the blackish grey gooey clay mask all over his face and neck. A sunflower hair band wearing Baekhyun guided her by occasionally tilting his head from side to side so as to avoid the mouth and eye area.

The two thoughts occupying your mind in the moment were the damage that the clay mask would do to her two year old silken tofu skin and ways to throttle Baekhyun without the teensie warrior princess coming to his defence riding her wee little pony plushie.

But before you could do or say anything, her clay mask wielding fist suddenly went whop on his pursed lips.

Baekhyun’s eyes flew open in horror and the little one burst into another fit of giggles upon seeing her appa’s startled face. You bit on your tongue to hold back your laughter as your husband frantically shook his head to dissuade her but with the competence of a professional, she continued to even out the mask all over his lips.

You quietly went and sat next to her as she reached out for another scoop of the mask from the tub. Aiming a gremlin grin at you, she proudly flaunted her clay covered hands and you realized that she had gloves on. Washed over with relief, you ignored Baekhyun’s clay swaddled cry for help and extended your arms out to her.

But Little Miss Esthetician was all fired up!

She enthusiastically struck her father’s forehead with her tinie palms (yet again you ignored Baekhyun’s pained whimper. After all, he had brought this upon himself) and cooed, “Mama~” gesturing that it was your turn now to avail her valued services.

“Oh, my baby!” you chuckled, “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently scooping her up in your arms, you laid her down next to her father.

Now that Baekhyun had been shut up for a good twenty minutes or so, you started to clean the mess off of her hands while berating him in a sing-song voice. “Why did you think it was a good idea to allow her to come in contact with these harsh ~ chemical ~ substances ~ ?”

Brows raised, Baekhyun sat up with a start, shook his head in denial and defended himself with a loud, “Mmmm!!!”

You knew that the mask, made entirely out of quality, kid-friendly natural ingredients, was relatively safe but you were simply not the parent who took risks. You were pulled out of your reverie by gongju-nim dissolving into another fit of giggles at the sound that came out of her appa’s sealed mouth. Amused, you smiled down at her and continued, “It could’ve gone into her eyes, Baekhyunnie ~ or her mouth ~” In hindsight, it was an ill-timed joke but Baekhyun’s lips curled up in an endearing clay laced smile and his eyes crinkled into half moons.

Your out-of-tune complaining was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of love that blossomed in Baekhyun’s heart for his chaotic little family. He quickly sneaked a picture of the three of you - him with his clay mask on and his beautiful ladies in the background, faces lit up by the other’s bright smile - and gleefully shared it with his 20.9 million followers. He then grabbed a box of tissues to help you clean the mess that he'd inadvertently yet expectedly made.

#exosnet #exowritersnet #bbh-net #supermwritersnet #baekhyun fluff #exo fluff #baekhyun scenarios #exo scenarios #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #exo x reader #exo x you #dad!baek #dad!exo #exo imagines #baekhyun imagines #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfics #baekhyun #baekhyun fanfiction

[screeching-0wl]

Happy Apollo's Day! (Uhm like you know the 7th day of the month? 👉👉)

In the spirit of your last reblog, I just drop by to share a fun/silly story, again! 😅 So, since I get into hellenic polytheism, I got to re-learn how to handle myth to not let it harm my relationship with the gods. I think you know what I mean, and I guess it's quite a common experience to have this introverted process of acceptance within you, while also facing the pre-existing opinions from the outside world.

Anyhow yesterday, a got to talk with a friend about Zeus, as he and his myth randomly came up in the conversation, and you can guess what are the famous myths. Quite uncharacteristically of me, I was able to explain to them quite clearly the nature of myth, and they're really receptive of it. My heart was pounding all the way through, so I was hella relief as it ended well.

I must admit I felt really intimidated by Zeus (in the sense that i'm just a smol lil bean) and didn't pray to him before that point. It was evening after raining on and off the whole day, so I thought he might be able to hear me. Then I came to the window of my rooftop flat, saying I will never stop defending him the best I could, and I swear it started raining rocks (or rather tiny ice that I absolutely adore). On top of that was the quietest, distant thunder, like a hum. I certainly didn't expect thunder for this kind of not-summer-rain, so yeah it was 😳✨ Oh I totally say my little prayer to his name from now, is he always so fatherly??

That should be the end of my silly story 💚 Have a great day, I'm sending you many virtual hugs for being the best

Hi! Thank you so much! 💜

What a lovely story! 🥺 Lord Zeus is so great! Tbh I had a similar experience with him and a couple other deities and this sense of intimidation, or rather formidability. He can be quite fatherly, that's true! 😂💕

"Reprogramming" and working on those things can be quite challenging. I can say that at first, I did also get a similar feeling when trying to explain the nature of myths to some of my friends, especially when talking about my patrons 😅 I'm so happy to hear it all ended well, though!

I think it's something like a sense of pressure or perhaps even "duty" when speaking about the myths and in some cases having to "defend" what you believe in, at least IMO. I know how important it may be to you but even in this case, I think putting on this additional pressure onto oneself is not necessary. But you know, with things like that, even when someone might not fully get it, especially people who may not be very familiar with this religion - it's alright. It can be difficult to understand due to the nature of our society and the fact that it's based on Christianity which results in people generally being accustomed to mythical literalism. If someone is up for discussion - awesome! Some might be willing to learn and some might not. That's just something you have no control over. Don't let that bring you down, though! Whatever the outcome of such a conversation may be, keep in mind that you tried your best. I'm sure Theoi appreciate it and know that as well! 😊

Thank you so much for sharing this awesome story and I hope you have a lovely day!

#asks #zeus deity #helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic gods #hellenic deities #theoi #hellenic pagan #hellenic paganism

[always-coffee]

May I offer you a himbo? (There was A Bug.)

#thor #thor odinson #thor smol god of thunder #smol god of thunder

[ahtsumu]

what your haikyuu!! fave says about you

hinata: wholesome; there’s something pretty big standing in the way of your current goals that you hope to overcome; you send those heart memes into group chats; your life motto is to have courage and be kind; aka you are a hufflepuff; you tend to stan/identify with protagonists; aka your favourite harry potter character is deadass harry potter (… or neville)

kageyama: you want to be a bad bitch; you started drinking cow juice milk out of a little box with a straw bc you saw that kags does; wildin’ online but you’re a lil shy irl; “little shit” is one of your favourite insults/terms of endearment; you refuse to play any position other than setter for pickup games

tanaka: wack af; don’t know how to use your inside voice; short temper but usually very sweet; you like walking around barefoot; you have a pretty sick party trick–– probably something physical and reckless, like a headstand LMAO; high alcohol tolerance

nishinoya: also wack but you’re short so you’re even weirder; you probably play libero on your volleyball team; you’ve tried copying the rolling thunder move and your first attempt was also your last

tsukishima: all your faves are tsunderes; dry af sense of humour; probably spends an unhealthy amount of time on reddit; people who know you irl call you a troll; definitely a complainer; hate-watch reality tv shows; people ask if you’re anemic/sick/tired a lot–– you’re probably not, you just never sleep; drinks too much caffeine

kuroo: thirsty

kenma: you play(ed) at least one of the following: legend of zelda, any final fantasy, the elder scrolls, fallout; you wear thick-frame glasses; cat-person; you’ve dyed your hair before; probably watch(ed) danisnotonfire and pewdiepie; definitely went through an emo phase or is currently going through one; you like “smol” things

bokuto: life of the party; you may be a little self-centred/vain but you milk the shit out of it for comedic purposes; you know your way around a grill; VERY COMPETITIVE; you listen to nicki minaj and cardi b unironically; probably lowkey famous on twitter for memes; definitely know too many tiktok dances

akaashi: pretty boys are the bane of your existence; you definitely draw or make art of some sort; you do well in school and have “intellectual” interests; pink is one of your favourite colours; soft aesthetic; you watch yuri!!! on ice; you either can’t stop cursing or struggle to say “fuck” irl; you want to start a bujo or you currently keep one

atsumu: you were originally an oikawa stan but you switched lanes when he said that fucking goody two shoes line because his voice is pure sex; you text with HAHAHA instead of 😂; probably curse like a sailor; you flirt by comparing hand sizes; you have a sweet tooth; active on twitter; a little self-centred; you laugh at fail compilations

osamu: atsumu was too much of a dick, immature, or cocky; you’re drawn to quiet people; most if not all your interests revolve around food; you intentionally root for the underdog in most movies/books; not very competitive, you prefer to just go with the flow; you can relate to being in someone else’s shadow; you probably stan loki over thor too oh my god you do don’t you

oikawa: your fave fic genre is angst; hoe for astrology, sci-fi, and crystals/palm reading; you’ve probably gone through a HELLA rough patch in your life (possibly depression); you like writing and probably have written an in-depth character analysis about him; you struggle with finding balance in your life; you get played by fuckboys irl but you never learn bc they’re just so hot

iwaizumi: you know an oikawa irl; you also watch free! but not for the plot 👀; your favourite fanfiction trope is enemies to lovers; you flirt by being mean to your crush; probably a beast at arm-wrestling; you’re physically strong but might not seem like it; owner of a resting bitch face for sure

terushima: two words: tongue piercing

ushijima: very slim chance you have crackhead energy; you’re ambitious and tend to stan powerful/successful characters; most likely also “gifted” with some sort of talent or skill–– and you’re damn good at whatever it is; one of your hobbies is a sport; you’re doing well at school; people say you’re a chill person; definitely have a thing for his thighs; you want ushijima to r u i n you

tendou: you watch at least one of the following: hunter x hunter, one piece, naruto, or bleach; unconventional-looking or ugly anime characters are your type; massive fucking troll; you openly thirst on main; you shitpost on your main instagram; you fear nothing, god fears you

semi: be honest you just like anime boys with silver hair

#haikyuu #hq #tag yourself #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #miya atsumu #miya osamu #tendou satori #semi eita #tsukishima kei #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #iwaizumi hajime #terushima yuji #did i delete this only to repost bc it flopped #hell yeah i did #and i have the audacity to tag every character wow i dont deserve rights #disclaimer: this was made in good fun i hope it doesnt offend anyone! #if i have offended u pls lmk :( it was not my intention

[lyalii]

Nat’s 2020 Appreciation Post

Because the Mando/Pedro Pascal fandom is just the best (no you can’t argue with that point, it’s not opinion, it is scientific fact) I’m here to give some awards to yall

LOOONGGGG so under the cut

The ‘Just Read Their Entire Masterlist Literally I Can’t Pick A Favorite’ Award goes to:

@softpedropascal : Not only a talented writer but also the queen of Frankie like im pretty sure ive read the entire Frankie hc masterlist like four times and her Pragma series twice so...

@frannyzooey : y’all know how i feel... I did not start 2020 wishing to be a brothel girl in the Wild West but here i am...Everyday I wake up and think “Damn...I hope Gracie is having a good day.” Not to mention the very hot and decadent Frankie Box Set series.

@filthybookworm​ : Cris I haven’t actually read your entire masterlist yet but from what i have read, every word you type turns to gold. You’re a word alchemist my friend! 

@dindjarindiaries : Where do I begin? Not only am I a full time resident in her ask box but I just finished Security and wowowowowow ok the talent!! And Touch It Softly, Take it Off, Behave, and Mine are some of my favorite non-descriptive smut/spice i’ve ever read.

@keeper0fthestars : I wish i had a big enough thesaurus to express the talent but alas, smol brain tired words too hard. YOU MAAM HAVE MADE ME CRY ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION!

@auty-ren: Her. Dark. Mando. has. my. knees. and. p****. weak. enough. said.

The “You Should Still Read Their Entire Masterlist But I Can Pick a Favorite” Award goes to:

Dust by @etchedbox: Just started. Fucking amazing.

Dusty Trails by @hdlynnslibrary : US Marshal Din? Inject directly into my veins please

honeycomb by @goldafterglow : Idk why this isn’t on my 21st century literature reading list this semester...doesn’t make sense but alas...

Curriculum Vitae by @tiffdawg: MY FAVORITE JAVI SERIES EVER!

maybe next year by @huliabitch: made me cry so hard...like multiple times throughout the day...

Quixotic Series by @jangofctts : yeah that’s the good shit right there

toccare by @hansoulo​ oh yes yes this one is just so good

The ‘Writers on the Rise” Award (aka just found them/just started writing/just started reading their stuff award but holy shit they’re amazing award):

@dindadjarin: Just posted her first fic but omg its so soft and sweet and incredible!

@miss-me-jack: i’ve read a few of her works and its like reading poetry...so beautiful

@moonlit-djarin : Read a beautiful fic by them and can’t wait for more!

The “Rough Day” award goes to: 

@no-droids : i mean, it better...

The “FUCK YOU (lovingly)” Award goes to all the writers that pulled me into the Dave York pit let me repeat FuCk yall oh my GoD I hATE him watch your head when you descend into their filthy pit y’all.

@ohpedromypedro @frannyzooey @filthybookworm @zeldasayer

The “Thanks for Reminding Me What Tears Are” Award goes to:

@aerynwrites​ for Trust is a Fragile Thing and Tragedy

@dindjarindiaries for Irrevocable and Alleviation

The “Thanks for Making Me Smile in Hell Year 2020″ Award goes to:

@thisisthe-wayson for Fried this is just the cutest thing dasjfsd;kjdfsfh

The “Your Fic Lives In My Mind Rent Free Please Pay Up Rent Is Due on the 8th of the Month” Award goes to:

@jollyrancher87 for Thunder

@heatherbel for Desideratum

@mostly-megan for Temptation of Bliss (Frontier!Frankie...enough said)

Okay those are all the specific fics and writers I can think of at the moment and I probably missed a billion incredible writers but just know I love and appreciate every single one of you whether you were mentioned or not! You all have made 2020 a lot more bearable and I cannot wait to read your incredible fics in the future!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

#appreciation post #lets give them a round of applause!!!!

[deansmom]

since steve is second, who’s the first least interesting avenger?

Thor is the least interesting as a character in the MCU (and the comics, frankly). He’s a fucking god, a king, he’s had everything handed to him and prior to ragnarok I like fully hated him, sorry lol. The thing that’s great about the original six and the MCU characters in general is that they’re interesting, they all have these rich backstories and universes to pull from for more info, and somehow despite being a literal god Thor has the personality of a stale potato chip those first couple movies.

My favorites of the original six are consequently in order of most to least interesting: Natasha/Clint tied, Bruce, Tony, Steve and then Thor.

Steve suffered from the stale potato chip personality until cap2, where he felt more like a Person and less like propaganda, and then somehow got kinda boring again in aou? Like yeah ok, he was sick and scrawny and he lost everything and everybody but now he’s Perfect? And????? Civil war and winter soldier steve is great. It just took them three movies to give him a personality beyond “yay, america!”

I mean even in the MCU where Natasha and Clint have like no backstory in canon until literally phase 4, they’re still somehow the most interesting of the original six. How’d they get on the team? Why are they so good? What happened to make them, y’know, Them? Nat fucking yeets herself at a flying alien scooter thing, you’re seriously telling me that that’s not cool as shit? And Clint tbh somehow has one of the more fleshed our personalities which is hilarious considering how little screen time he gets in all the movies. There’s just these two people who seem like they’re normal humans, on a team with guys you’re like “yeah obviously they’re superheroes” and they’re kicking ass alongside them? And that’s super fucking interesting and cool?

I love Tony a lot, but he can sometimes suffer from Bruce Wayne syndrome, aka “whiney rich man destroys things instead of going to therapy” except Tony actually has layers where like, he DID go to therapy but he doesn’t want you to know that he did, so he still acts Like That to maintain his cover sometimes. Like he’s ultimately a good dude, but he struggles to get that across.

Bruce had me hook line and sinker with “that’s my secret cap. I’m always angry.” And I just want to know more about this Bruce! I know he’s supposed to be the same Bruce from the hulk movie but he’s clearly not. Like, what does Bruce do in his spare time? What happened that he’s always angry? It can’t just be the hulk because that’s a lot of self control to have after only a couple years. So what happened that Bruce is always angry? And I know everyone hates Bruce/Nat for valid reasons but like, something about that anxious guy looking at Natasha Romanoff and having Feelings for her is so sweet to me? She’s so smol and he’s so lorg sometimes, but they’re so gentle with each other and that’s really cute 🥺

Thor’s just… the god of thunder. His parents suck and his brothers got some stuff going on. He’s Thee Himbo. He’s fine. It just took him forever to develop a personality worth caring about.

#curiosity killed my askbox #this is a very long answer I apologize but i apparently wanted to talk about it lmao #personal #marvel for ts //

[gamergirl929]

The Place I Made With You (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: just to make ppl feel better... can you write sonnett x orlando pride player!reader (ft. orlando pride mothers krashlyn) where sonnett is hopeful of her future, even if she's a lil sad about leaving lindsey n tobito behind? could be to the tune of cornelia street by tay swift? 👀

So I can’t of went a little deep into this one, I made it to the tune of Cornelia Street, BUT I researched more of what the song meant to Taylor Swift, so I took inspiration from not only the song but what Taylor explained what the song meant to her and such... I hope I did the fic justice... 

This is a pretty long fic, so be ready. 

Emily was all smiles at her first practice with the Orlando Pride, but deep down, you could tell she was hurting, she’d just left a team she’d been with for years, a team with teammates and friends she loved as much as family.  

You walk up to the blonde, smiling as you throw an arm around her shoulders.  

Sonnett jumps, turning to you with a furrowed brow.  

“I’m really glad we have you on the team.” You smile, a smile Emily returns, but you still see the sadness behind her eyes.  

“Glad to be here.” She smiles and you hum.  

Sonnett’s brows furrow when you stop her from entering the locker room, and instead place your hands on her shoulders.  

“Listen, I can tell you’re sad that you had the leave the Thorns...” You start and Emily frowns.  

“But I’ll try to at least make your time on the Pride as good as I can.” You smile, a smile Sonnett immediately returns, the sadness in her eyes ebbing slightly.  

“I’d like that.”  

                                                            ***

“So, Y/N, you making Sonnett feel welcome?” Ali asks and you grin, pulling her into a headlock and messing up her hair.  

“Yep!” You grin and the blonde gives you a shove.  

The two of you had become closer and closer over the following weeks, and slowly you seen that shimmer of sadness in Emily’s eyes disappear.  

“I mean we have to ask as Sonnett’s appointed guardians and all.” Ashyln smiles and you snicker.  

“Sicking your moms on me?” You ask Emily who gives you a nudge.  

“Shut up.”

                                                            ***

“You don’t have to do this you know...” Emily says as you nearly trip up the stairs carrying a cardboard box full of her belongings.  

“Listen, your last apartment was...” You hum. “Subpar.”  

Emily scoffs.  

“You mean the nonworking shower that would just make horrible noises even when it was off and the mice that lived in the walls made it subpar?”  

You snort, giving your apartment door a kick to open it, but you let out a groan when the door remains shut.  

“HAAAA!” Emily barks out a laugh and you growl fumbling in your pocket for the keys before unlocking the door and heading inside.  

“Shut up, I could always kick you out you know.” You grumble as Emily moves into the apartment behind you.  

“But seriously Y/N... I owe you one.” Emily smiles and you shake your head.  

“You don’t owe me anything, we’re friends.” You glance over your shoulder at her as you place the cardboard box on the floor.  

“Okay, now you have to get the rest yourself.” You snicker as you move towards the door and Sonnett gives you a shove.  

“Get your ass down there.” She rolls her eyes and you scoff.  

“I’m staying up here and locking the door.” You stick your tongue out at her and Sonnett shakes her head, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your apartment.  

“Come on, the quicker we get this done, the quicker I can order us a pizza. Ashlyn and Ali should be here soon too.”  

You remain silent as Sonnett drags you down the stairs, instead focusing on just how warm Sonnett’s hand feels wrapped around your own.  

                                                            ***

“So, how’s living with Sonny going?” Ashlyn asks as she takes a seat beside you on the bench and you smile as you watch your roommate run around the field.  

“It’s going good, surprisingly good.” You grin and Ali hums as she drops down on the other side of you.  

“Because the two of you basically act the same.” She smiles and you shake your head as Sonnett dances on field.  

“Nah...” You snort, until she points at you and you do a silly dance.  

Your eyes widen and you glance towards Ali, clearing your throat.  

“Maybe you’re right.” Your cheeks flush, Ali pats your back and Ashlyn ruffles your hair.  

“But I was here first, so that means, Sonnett is like me.” You snicker only to hear a loud snort.  

“Yeah, I’m not like you.” Sonnett says as she drops down in your lap and you grunt.  

“Oh my god. I’m dying.” You groan and Emily rolls her eyes, wrapping her arms around your neck.  

“No, you’re not. Shhh.”  

You roll your eyes, but again, like you had in your apartment, you can’t help but focus on the feel of Emily’s arms wrapped around you, and how good it feels.  

                                                            ***

“Hold on, hold on.” Emily holds up a hand and you scoff.  

“What is there to hold on for? There’s nothing to hold on for.” You snort loudly and Emily lets out an emotionless laugh.  

“I beg to differ!” She exclaims, pointing at you.  

A sudden knock on the door has the two of you going silent, glancing at the door before turning back to one another.  

“This isn’t over.” Emily points at you and you shake your head.  

“What isn’t over?” You shake your head, mumbling to yourself in confusion.  

Sonnett pulls the door open, her eyes doubling in size as the people at the door let out a squeal.  

Your chuckle as not only Lindsey Horan, but Tobin Heath, and Christen Press as well.  

You watch with a smile, arms crossed across your chest as Sonnett hugs her former Portland Thorns teammates.  

Lindsey spots you out of the corner of her eye and walks up to you with a narrowed gaze.  

“So, you’re the new roommate?” She hums and your brows arch.  

“Yeah, I’m Y/N.” You smile and Lindsey hums as she circles you.  

“Oh, I know who you are... But the question is, are you treating Dasani right? Keeping her watered? Feeding her?” She asks and you bite your bottom lip to stave off laughter.  

“She forgets to water me sometimes Lenessi.” Sonnett shrugs and you scoff.  

“That is not true!” You place a hand on your chest, aghast. “I water you at LEAST twice a day.”

Christen throws an arm around Lindsey’s shoulder.  

“Down killer.”  

Tobin walks up to you with a grin.  

“Nice to see you Y/N.” She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug before she ruffles your hair.  

Your bottom lip juts out and Tobin grins.  

“Wait, you know each other?” Sonnett’s brow furrows and Tobin beams.  

“We go wayyyyyyyyy back. We met in high school, I was a senior and this one right here was a freshman.” Tobin’s smile widens and you can’t help but grin back at the older woman.  

“All the local high schools and their coaches were gathering everyone up for camp, where we could all practice together and Toby here was a mentor.” You nudge her and she snickers.  

“This tiny one showed up and literally tore up the field, so of course, I had to mentor her and we’ve been friends ever since.”  

You grunt.  

“I was not tiny.”  

Tobin scoffs.  

“You were the shortest one there!” She exclaims, pulling you into a headlock.  

“I was a freshmen!” You groan as you try to wiggle out of her hold, when you do you football tackle her to the ground, the two of you wrestling on your apartment’s floor.  

“Admit it! You were smol!” Tobin yells as you climb up on her back, but to no avail because the woman stands with ease.  

You pout as you rest your chin on top of her head, the forward chuckling.  

“And you’re still smol.”  

“Shut up Heath.” You grumble, propping your elbows up on her shoulders.  

“Don’t worry Horan, Sonny’s in good hands, trust me.” Tobin grins and you give the blonde a thumbs up, along with a toothy grin.  

Lindsey hums, eyes still narrowed.  

“Still got my eye on you.”  

                                                            ***

You let out a lengthy yawn as you drop down onto the bench beside Sonnett, glancing at the woman with a toothy grin.  

“What?” Sonnett asks eyes narrowed and you glance down at the drink in her hand. She rolls her eyes, but passes it to you nonetheless.  

You take a healthy chug then pass it back to her.  

“Thanks, Em.” You smile as you lean your head on the blonde’s shoulder and close your eyes.  

Further down the bench, Ashlyn and Ali share a glance the two watching as Sonnett’s cheeks flush bright red, and she leans her head on top of yours.  

                                                            ***

“Ummm... Y/N?” You hear a soft voice and your brow furrows.  

You’d been fast asleep, that was until the usually bright city outside darkened along with the sound of clapping thunder.  

“Em?” You whisper, voice raspy as you sit up, eyes narrowed as you search the darkened room.  

“It’s me...”  

A crack of thunder and a flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second, and it’s then you see Emily, arms wrapped around her middle as she moves towards your bed.  

“Can I...” She starts, swallowing hard. She goes silent again and you frown.  

“What is it Em?” You clear your throat and Emily sighs.  

“Can I stay in here?” She whispers and your eyes widen.  

“I just, look I’m not a huge fan of storms, and the power’s out and I just-

You cut her off by shuffling over in your bed and throwing the covers back. Luckily for you, the room is bathed in darkness or the blonde would see your red cheeks.  

“Get in here.” You yawn again, completely missing the way Sonnett’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush.  

“Are you sure... I-

You search for her in the darkness and grab her fingers, giving her hand a tug.  

“Come on Sonn.” You groan, smiling when you feel the bed dip.

Emily shuffles around for a moment before tugging the covers back up over the two of you.  

The two of you go silent, the heavily falling rain and the claps of thunder the only source of sound.  

You inhale softly when you feel Sonnett shuffle closer, her arms wrapping around your arm closest to her.  

“Thanks Y/N...” She whispers and you smile, surprising the woman and yourself when you gently rest your hand on top of hers, grinning when you feel just one of her fingers tangle with yours.  

“No need to thank me Em.”  

                                                            ***

From then on, the two of you shared a bed, sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of you, and needless to say, you enjoyed it, as did Emily.  

Every night you’d find the woman crawling into bed with you after she’d taken her shower, the two of you immediately snuggling up to one another.  

You wondered if Emily felt the same lightness in her chest as you did when she wrapped her arms around you.  

“What are you thinking about?” You hear a sleepy rasp and you smile, your eyes fluttering open and locking with Sonnett’s hazel orbs, that even in the darkness somehow shine.  

You feel her fingers wrap around your index finger, her thumb gently stroking it.  

“Nothing much.” You shrug and Sonnett scoffs.  

“Sureeeeeee.”  

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you roll over and pull her against your chest, the blonde’s eyes doubling in size.  

“Sleep.” You whisper, ducking your head and nuzzling into the top of her head.  

Sonnett’s cheeks are as red as a tomato as she places a hand on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Oh, fuck.” She whispers under her breath and your brow furrows.  

“What?”  

“Nothing!”  

                                                            ***

A throat clearing is what draws Emily out of her thoughts, the blonde glancing up at Alex, who takes a seat beside her on the bench.  

“What are you doing here?” She smiles, poking Alex’s protruding belly, quickly earning a playful swat on the hand.  

“Can’t I stop in for a visit? Now, what’s on your mind?” She asks and Emily’s eyes widen.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about...” She shrugs and Alex rolls her eyes.  

“You’re a terrible liar Sonnett.”  

Emily takes a deep breath, her hazel orbs darting to where you are on field.  

Alex follows her gaze and her eyes widen before she turns to Sonnett with a cocky grin.  

Sonnett turns to her, eyes wide and brow furrowed.  

“What?” She asks and Alex leans close.  

“You got a crush on your new roommate Sonny?”  

Emily scoffs, loudly, so loud in fact that a number of her teammates glance her way in confusion. She clears her throat, cheeks burning as she turns towards Alex.  

“What do you want? Money? Peanut butter and pickles?” Sonnett asks and Alex shrugs.  

“I won’t tell her...” She smirks and Emily swallows hard.  

“I don’t like that look.”  

Alex shrugs.  

“I might have to give Kelley a call, that’s all.” She shrugs and Emily jumps to her feet, screeching.  

“YOU WOULDN’T.”  

                                                            ***

“SONNETT! OPEN THE DOOR!” Kelley yells as she pounds on the door to your apartment, but instead of getting Sonnett, she gets you instead.

“Uhhh, hi?” You smile, a brow arched.  

“Jesus Kelley, you gotta beat down the door like you’re the five o.” Ashlyn says as she pushes into the apartment passed her, Ali following quickly behind along with Alex. Kelley squeezes past you last and you shake your head.  

“Ummm, come in?” You turn around, shutting the door and turning to the mob of women who’d just pushed their way into your apartment.  

They all turn to you and your freeze, somewhat fearful under their gaze.  

“Where’s my son?” Kelley asks and you throw a thumb over your shoulder.  

“She went to get our takeout.”  

Kelley hums as she jumps to her feet and circles you.  

“A likely story...” She hums, stroking her chin.  

You watch the woman circle you nervously, your Orlando Pride teammates looking on.  

“What do you chase your Spirytus Vodka with?” She asks and you snort.  

“Nothing, chasers are for the weak.”  

Kelley stops, glancing at the other women who are all smiles. She places her hands on your shoulders, and gives you a nod.  

“I like her.”  

Alex claps her hands together giddily and your brow furrows.  

“Ummm, what?”  

Just then your apartment door swings open, Emily kicking it shut behind her as she walks inside.  

“SUEY! Dinner’s here.”  

She looks up, her hazel orbs widening when she realizes you have guests. When she realizes Kelley is there, her eyes dart to Alex, the woman giving her a beaming grin and a wink.  

The woman’s face quickly changes though when she takes a deep breath.  

“That smells really good.” She rubs her hands together and you back up towards Sonnett.  

“Just give her the food... Pregnant women can be violent.”  

“But I’m hungry...” She pouts, earning a narrowed eyed glare from the pregnant forward.  

“HERE TAKE IT!” Emily yells as she holds the bag of food out, which Alex steals before plopping down on the couch and opening the box with a grin.  

“So uhhh, pizza?” Sonnett asks, rubbing the back of her neck and you shrug glancing at Kelley who nods, grinning.  

“Pizza.”  

                                                            ***

Hours later you’re all spread out around your living room, boxes of empty pizzas scattered around the room.  

Considering you didn’t have the furniture for all of you, Sonnett took it upon herself to crawl into your lap, curling up while the six of you talked.  

It’s when Sonnett lets out a hum, nuzzling into your neck that you realize she’s fast asleep.  

Alex, Kelley, Ashyln and Ali glance at one another, everyone of them grinning.  

“Let me get her to bed.” You whisper as you move to your feet, the woman cradled in your arms.  

“Y/N?” She whispers and you grin as her arms slip around your neck.  

“Yeah, let me get you to bed.” You whisper, turning and heading into your own room unconsciously.  

You place her in bed, grinning when she immediately curls up with your pillow.  

“We should probably take off...” Alex whispers to Kelley who nods.  

Brown orbs widen as Kelley glances around the room, a large smile spreading across her face.  

“Isn’t this your room?” She asks in a hushed whisper and your eyes widen.  

Emily suddenly sits up, eyes wide.  

“Oh! That’s right I forgot to tell you guys bye!” She jumps out of bed and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the four USWNT veterans.  

They all glance your way, grinning as they make their way back into the living room, all except for Kelley.  

She walks over to you, placing her hands on your shoulders.  

“I like you...” She grins, wrapping her arms around your neck, as yours slip around her middle.  

“Just, don’t hurt her, okay?” She whispers and the two of you part, your brows furrowed and cheeks dusted pink.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble and Kelley smirks.  

“Sure you don’t.”  

“Come on Kel!” You hear Alex call out and the defender grins.  

“Just remember what I said.”  

You stand in the middle of your room, stock still as you stare at the doorway the defender has just passed through.  

You stand there for so long, you don’t even realize the women have left until Sonnett walks into the room, head cocked to the side.  

“You okay?” She asks and you clear your throat, blinking rapidly.  

“Yeah, sorry, just spaced out.” You glance around and Sonnett smiles, grabbing your wrist.  

“Well come on, let’s go to bed. I’m tired and cold.”

You silently let Sonnett drag you towards the bed, slipping under the covers with the blonde who immediately snuggles into your side.  

How did Kelley know?  

How did Kelley know you’d fallen in love with your best friend...?  

                                                            ***

Sonnett watched the game with a frown, her eyes following you as you ran around field.  

You’d been doing everything in your power to avoid her, and Emily couldn’t fathom why, and in all honesty, she was terrified.  

You were a constant in her life, and she never wanted that to change, the apartment you share had become your special place overtime and giving that up... Giving you up made her feel like she did on her first day of camp...

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ali whispers as she takes a seat beside the blonde who shrugs.  

“Things between Y/N and I have just seemed, different here lately...” She whispers and Ali frowns, her eyes darting to where you’re at on the field.  

“What do you mean?” She asks and Emily swallows hard.  

“She’s been avoiding me... And I don’t know what I did wrong.”  

Ali slips an arm around her, pulling the girl close.  

“You didn’t do anything wrong sweetie, maybe you should talk to her?” She says and Emily is quick to shake her head.  

“What if I don’t like what she has to say?” She whispers and Ali’s eyes widen as a tear runs down Emily’s cheek, the blonde quick to wipe it away.  

“Sometimes, we have to hear things we don’t want to...” Ali frowns, shaking her head. “But Y/N loves you, she’d never to anything to hurt you.” She smiles and Sonnett nods, her hazel orbs darting to where you’re at on field.  

It’s with wide eyes that she realizes you’re looking back before you quickly turn away.  

“I hope you’re right...” Emily whispers, but little did Ali know, she meant that literally... She hoped that her best friend loved her as much as Emily loved her.  

                                                            ***

“I think we need to talk.” Emily starts as the two of you walk into your apartment. 

You freeze, body tensing as the knot in your stomach tightens.  

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask and Emily shakes her head.  

“You’ve been avoiding me... Why?” She asks and you swallow hard, glancing away.  

Emily sighs deeply when you look down at your shuffling feet.  

“Please Y/N, talk to me.” She whispers, walking towards you.  

It’s when you feel her hand on your shoulder that you flip around, cupping her cheeks and slamming your lips against her own.  

Emily freezes, eyes wide and lips unmoving as you press your lips against hers. She blinks, then blinks again, then for a third time and before she can reciprocate, you pull back eyes wide.  

“I...” You shake your head, taking a step back.  

“Y/N...” She starts and you shake your head, eyes wide and cheeks blood red.  

“I’m sorry.” You say before racing out of the apartment, away from the woman calling your name as you dart out of the apartment building.  

Much like the night you and Sonnett had first shared a bed, it’s raining heavily outside as you dart down the sidewalk and into the night.  

Meanwhile, Sonnett is standing in your apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks as she presses Ali’s name in her phone, which rings only once before it’s answered.  

“Em, are you okay?” She asks worriedly and Sonnett swallows hard.  

“She kissed me... And when I didn’t kiss back she ran away...” Sonnett sniffs, a soft muttering on the other side of the phone before Ashlyn’s voice sounds through the receiver.  

“We’re on our way.”  

                                                            ***

You don’t know where you’re going, you just wanted to get away.  

The rain had started to fall much heavier than it had before and you were entirely soaked. You come to a stop in the middle of the empty sidewalk, tilting your head back as the rain showers down onto you.  

You’d kissed her... And she didn’t kiss you back.  

But the way she’d called after you, the sound of her broken voice had made your heart shatter.

You still held onto the tiny semblance of hope that maybe, just maybe she felt the same, maybe you hadn’t have given her enough time to react?  

You shake your head.  

How could Emily Sonnett ever feel the same about you?  

                                                            ***

Back at the apartment, Emily is enveloped in a hug, tears running down her cheeks as Ali whispers in her ear.  

“She just took off?” Ashlyn asks pulling the curtain back to look outside at the heavily falling rain the storm outside only growing worse, the heavy rain accompanied by the sound of clapping thunder and flashing lightning.  

“I hope she comes back... The storm is getting worse.” Ashlyn whispers under her breath and Emily sniffs.  

“If I would’ve kissed her back, she wouldn’t be out there...” She whispers sadly and Ali frowns, wiping the tears from her cheeks.  

“It’s alright. You can’t make yourself feel the same.” She says softly and Emily shakes her head.  

“But I do feel the same.” She croaks, turning to Ali with trembling lip.  

The woman smiles softly, cupping the blonde’s cheeks. Her thumbs run along the girls cheeks as she leans her forehead against hers.  

Ashlyn walks over to the two, wrapping her arms around them as she ducks down, her chin resting on Emily’s head.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and Ashlyn, Ali and Emily all glance towards it.  

Ashlyn makes her way towards the door and tugs it open, revealing your soaked, shivering form to the trio in the apartment.  

You swallow hard, your gaze leaving the floor and locking onto Emily’s tear covered face.  

“Let’s give them some space.” Ali whispers and Ashlyn, though eyes you intently, nods.

Ali takes Ashlyn’s hand and leads her down the hall, into Emily’s room before she pulls the door shut behind them.  

You step into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you, your gaze locked on the floor.  

You lick your lips, a lump in your throat as you shuffle nervously from foot to foot. 

“Look... I... I’m sorry I kissed you.” You whisper, not daring to even glance in Emily’s direction.  

“Y/N...” Emily says as she moves off of the couch.  

“I guess I was just, hoping you felt the same... But I understand if you don’t...”  

“Y/N.” Emily says again, sterner and you shake your head.  

“If you don’t want to live together anymore, I understand, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable...”  

“Y/N!” Emily yells and your eyes widen.  

Hands slip onto your cheeks and you finally dare to look up, tear filled Y/C/E locking with tear filled hazel orbs.  

Your bottom lip trembles when Emily leans forwards, her forehead resting against yours. She sniffles and your eyes flutter shut, tears streaming down your cheeks.  

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.” Emily whispers and your eyes flash open.  

When Emily’s nose brushes your own, your breath hitches.  

This couldn’t be real, there was no way this could be real, there was no way that THE Emily Sonnett was about to kiss you.  

Emily’s thumb runs along your trembling bottom lip and you let out a shudder.  

It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Emily’s lips pressing against your own.  

The kiss, unlike earlier is reciprocated, lips moving against one another in a sweet kiss.  

Emily pulls back, tears streaming down her cheeks as she again leans in, pressing another tender kiss to your lips.  

The two of you part, though neither of you go far as you lean your forehead against Emily’s

Emily smiles, one that you can’t help but return, the two of you grinning at one another as you let out a pair of watery laughs.  

“Come on.” Emily whispers, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway to your room.  

“Let’s get you changed.” She whispers. “You must be cold.”  

You smile at the doting woman, cheeks flushing when you realize you had in fact kissed Emily Sonnett, and she had kissed you back.  

                                                            ***

Ashlyn glances at Ali a significant time later, brows furrowed.  

“You think they’re alright?” She whispers and Ali shrugs.  

“Maybe we should go see?” She asks and Ashlyn nods, pushing the door open and poking her head out through the crack. She lets out a hum, she and Ali moving down the hallway towards the living room.  

Ali spots something out of the corner of her eye that stops her in her tracks, the woman grinning. She clears her throat, grabbing Ashlyn’s hand.  

“Found them.” She whispers, the blonde turning around and following her gaze. She shakes her head when she sees you and Emily cuddled up in your bed fast asleep, the two of you all smiles.  

Ali and Ashlyn share a glance, both shaking their heads.  

“They forgot we were here, didn’t they?” Ashlyn asks and Ali nods.  

Emily mumbles in her sleep, her hold on your shirt tightening as she buries her nose in her chest.  

The married couple grins.  

“Em’s in good hands.” Ali smiles and Ashlyn nods.  

The two silently leave the apartment, leaving you and Emily to sleep the two of you right where you were meant to be, in your shared apartment and in one another's arms. 

#uswnt x reader #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #uswnt #emily sonnett

[mitsususu]

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now. Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

* Not to be confused with Demons or Wing Fic!

“Take Our Ashes to the Ocean” (E, 27k) by caughtinanocean

Bucky is Steve's guardian angel. When he's taken after losing his wings, Steve must go on a journey to save him. Urban fantasy AU.

“But I'll protect you,” the stranger says, and that's when something strikes through Steve, bright and loud, and when he looks at the stranger—just a boy, taller than himself, but probably younger—he sees fire and wings.

+ Pre-WW2 to Azzano. Bucky shows up when Steve needs him most. He loves Steve more than anything, and Steve loves him right back

-☆-

“And There But For the Grace” (T, 48k) by leveragehunters

Magical Realism AU where demons exist and Steven was an angel lured to Lucifer's side in the war in Heaven. After the war, they threw him down into Hell, no longer an angel, but a demon.

Some humans know demons exist, summoning them out of Hell to use as weapons. Desperate to escape Hell, Steven answers a summons only to find himself bound to serve HYDRA. When they send him to possess Agent Peggy Carter, the encounter doesn't go as HYDRA expects and Steven is set free to roam the earth.

Sixty years later, frantic to escape another summons, willing to do anything to stay unbound, he takes refuge inside the killer sent to slaughter the summoner. The killer has a metal arm and a mind like broken glass and Steven soon discovers he isn't the only one hiding inside of it: he finds the man the killer's body belongs to. Fragile and lost, the more Steven seeks him out the stronger he becomes, until the day he remembers his name: Bucky. Determined to protect him, Steven will do everything in his power to set him free and keep him that way.

(Chronologically, this stretches from before Captain America: First Avenger to a year or so before the first Avengers movie but has spoilers for Civil War.)

+ Reposted from the Writer Spotlight because if you haven’t read this yet, I desperately need you to. Steve might not be an angel anymore, but the goodness never left him

-☆-

“How To Draw Fallen Angels” (E, 28k) by BetteNoire

Steve Rogers, smol angry artist, helps out a guy having a panic attack in a museum café. No good deed, as they say, goes unpunished.

+ Modern AU. When it’s Stucky vs the Vatican, put your bets on Stucky. Incomplete, but worth it!

-☆-

“Flash” (M, 9k) by debwalsh

Earthbound Angel Bucky Barnes has been searching for the right artist to free his wings for centuries. Millennia, in fact. How surprised is he to find himself drawn to a tattoo shop of all things, and one run by an old friend, the Norse god of Thunder? Shocked is the least of his emotions when Bucky Barnes meets tattoo artist Steve Rogers. 

+ Modern AU.  Lovely concept of getting your wings back

-☆-

“Demonique” (E, 39k) by BetteNoire

“Oh come on, Steve. You look at me like you want to put me on a pedestal and worship me. You look at Barnes like you want to tear his clothes off with your teeth. Tell me why you two aren’t...?” Peggy smirks at him, because of course this amuses her greatly.Steve fidgets, trying not to blush. “Peggy, I can’t—“Peggy steps closer. “Steve. Is this an American peculiarity? Because in the British army, as long as you’re discreet, that sort of thing between two men is fine. I mean, some of our greatest war heroes, and so on.”“It’s not... that...” Steve cringes. It’s Bucky’s tentacles. And how badly he wants them inside him.

+ WW2 to WS. There was never a serum. There was, however, a deal with Bucky.

-☆-

*More Stucky Recs here

#stucky #stucky fic #caughtinanocean #leveragehunters #BetteNoire #debwalsh #fic rec #Top 5 Favs