#they’re not ‘‘perfect’’ they have scars and still all look amazing

[fanficriter]

Dating the BNHA Boys!

Warnings - None

Characters - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki

Notes - Isn’t my best work but oh well :3

Gender Neutral Reader

——————————————————————————

Izuku Midoriya

- Silly lil guy

- Took him a LOT of courage to confess to you

- Just kinda stood there dumbfounded when you reciprocated his feelings

- Poor boy is lowkey insecure

- He’s silently insecure about his scars :(

- If you kissed his scars i think he’d go insane

- Will probably cry

- He has little notes about how pretty you are in his quirk journal thingy

- Will go in rants about how amazing you are to his friends

- “Y/N is just so perfect and i love them and i don’t know what id do with out them they’re always there for me and-“

- If you have long hair, he always keeps a pack of hair ties incase you need them 😭

- When you tell him about something you like, he will write it down so he remembers

- Was soooo nervous when he first held your hand

- He was SWEATING

- Always blushes without fail

- His hand are rough, but also rlly soft? (i need to make hand hcs holy shit)

- Doesn’t really like sparring with you bc he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you rlly want to

- He will train together tho!

- He loves giving you tips, and watching you use your quirk

- Likes setting up little picnics with you bc he’s quite literally the perfect man ever

- He is a CUDDLIER

- Absolutely loves cuddling with you

- Loves it when you face him and dig your face into his neck

- Definitely talks in his sleep

- He loves taking you on dates to a bunch of different restaurants and such

- Gets so nervous when kissing you

- He loves it but he gets flustered way to easy

Katsuki Bakugou

- Malewife fr

- Will cook for you, though he acts like it’s a chore, he loves your reaction to all his different meals

- Deaf bakugou hc is my favourite thing ever i’m sorry

- He can still hear, (kind of) but he needs to wear a hearing aid

- He knows sign language, but really only uses it around his mom bc he’s embarrassed😭

- If you know sign language, you’ll win his heart IMMEDIATELY

- You were definitely the one to confess first

- Actually rejected you at first (he still liked you at the time)

- But after a few weeks, he confessed to you

- “I actually feel the same way or whatever… just didn’t wanna feed your ego to much…”

- Knows how to style hair weirdly well

- Will always make excuses to do your hair

- “Oi, c’mere, your hair looks like shit.”

- He’ll never admit it, but he LOVES head scratches

- Will lay on your thighs without warning, expecting you to scratch his scalp

- Sparring together is a MUST

- Don’t expect him to go easy on you

- Isn’t to big on PDA, but he’ll kiss you in private all you want

- The first few times you guys held hands, he was kinda scared that he would accidentally explode you 💀

- Doesn’t really take you out for dates a lot, it’s usually just movies and popcorn in bed

- But on the rare occasion when he DOES take you on a date, it is at the fanciest restaurants known to mankind

- Or hiking, he likes hiking

- It took a while for him to be comfortable with cuddling, but he loves spooning you, or holding you as you bury your face into his chest

Shoto Todoroki

- Confessed to you pretty soon after he realised his feelings

- Straight to the point

- “I’ve recently developed feelings for you.”

- Has a small smile when you said you liked him back

- He stares at you a lot

- Loves admiring you

- Also gives the weirdest compliments?

- “You have a nice facial structure, it suits you”

- “Thank you??”

- Will pick flowers occasionally and give them to you

- Literally buys you everything

- With his Dads credit card (You have no idea)

- You see a pair of shoes you like? BOOM. They are yours in 0.5 seconds

- He just buys everything bro CALM DOWN

- Loves taking you on fancy dinner dates

- You have to meet his siblings btw

- Mainly bc his sister WOULD NOT SHUT UP AB MEETING YOU

- She loves you

- So much

- It’s actually a bit concerning

- Doesn’t necessarily not like PDA, he just doesn’t feel the need to initiate it

- He can be a bit oblivious, so if you want PDA, just tell him!

- He has no problem with it

- Not really a cuddly person, but he will cuddle you if you want!

- Your relationship is definitely based on a lot of communication 😭

- As time passes, he will start to do those things without you having to ask, he just needed to get used to it

Tamaki Amajiki

- oh my god okay

- He confessed first but it took him SOOOO long

- Needed so much encouragement from his friends

- Then he just blurted it out while he was at your house one time

- “I- I love you!!”

- Almost died when you said it back

- Actually saw god when you tried holding his hand the first time

- CANNOT do PDA i think he would die

- Definitely an act of service man, he is too shy to do anything else

- Can’t reach somthing ? he’s on it. Your bathroom need cleaning? Consider it done!

- Also likes making you random little gifts

- Kiss him on the cheek i dare you

- He will EXPLODE

- Your always helping him calm down in public

- “Y/N i wanna go home”

- Further into the relationship he will slowly get used to physical affection

- I don’t think he will ever not get flustered tho

- He loves taking you out too eat

- Really likes picnic dates

- I feel like he meditates often to try and clear his head (there is a lot going on in there 😭)

- Will always invite you to meditate with him

- He actually really likes cuddling with you

- He almost dies every time but

- Loves when you spoon him

- Also loves laying on your chest (or the other way around)

- Absolute chef in the kitchen

- Always cooking u meals

——————————————————————————

This took my life 3 weeks to write i kept putting it off so it’s not as detailed as i’d like it to be but oh well

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero x reader #my hero acedamia #bnha #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #mha bakugou #bnha shoto #tamaki amajiki #izuku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto torodoki #todoroki x reader #tamaki x reader #x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #mha #mha x reader #gender neutral reader #fanfic writing #y/n

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Trunk or Treat with The Yandere Student Council Pt. I

Based Off the OCs in this Post

“Alright everyone let’s start talking about ideas!” 

“Uhm do you mean ideas for what to do with Halloween coming?”

“Oh no darling, we always do a Trunk or Treat kind of thing.”

“We are talking about our costumes.”

As bizarre as it sounds the college’s students look forward to the costumes of the student council

Allowed to enjoy whatever festivity that comes with their choice

For reference they share that last year they had a ‘kiss–in–the–coffin’ booth for their shared vampire costumes

“J-j-just so you know the kisses were on the cheek only!”

“I didn’t ask but okay.”

It set the precedent for this year to be just amazing if not better

“Since we have you now (Y/n) we should have something special that welcomes you in!”

“I-i-i-i think that’s a great idea.”

“I’m all for it too!”

Despite your protests, in fear of being singled out by their fans your haters they forge on

“They won’t be bothering you. Not on my watch.”

“You say that but–”

“Seriously (Y/n) believe us! We’ll make sure there won’t be any problems.”

“And if there are we will kill them.”

“What?!”

“Joking. Joking.”

They’re not

Anyway it was decided on that the council will be Ghostly Royalty

Which makes costumes really easy or so you thought 

According to Min, quite a large part of the budget went into your costumes

“Pick your jaw up (Y/n)! This is the best part! You don’t think we get this big of a budget without showing off, do you?”

“Still…it feels a bit overkill…especially when I don’t have a fan base at all.”

“Ohhh that’s what you think–ow!” 

“Roman, always such an optimistic chatterbox. Always saying things that are not true.”

Lucoa takes the role of the king naturally

Spencer is forcefully given the role of the queen

Min takes the role of the dungeon master, despite his meek character

Roman takes the role of an advisor

Gil as a duke

June as a duchess

“Wait so what am I?”

“Our dragon.”

“What?!”

“We wanted to put a spin on the old system!”

“But that isn’t really accurate…nor does it really fit the ghost royalty theme.”

“.....”

“....”

“So? We’re doing fantasy ghosts then.”

In your opinion, it's just an excuse to make your costume as ridiculous as they please

“This is an early draft of your costume.”

“What!? Wait where are the actual clothes? I’m just seeing gold necklaces and bangles.”

“...That was the idea.”

“I’m not wearing that if there aren’t actual clothes underneath there.”

“...But it will ruin the integrity of the design and disrupt the choreography and–”

“Then hide it under the gold! I’m not going to be half-naked for the entire school.”

“...I will consult the President.”

You owed him a favor after that

Saying you agreed to this as an honorary member

But when you’re not having to fight Gill on your costume designs

You are helping the others

“June…this is just a dress.”

“Right, it’s a perfect occasion to wear it. And don’t my hips feel and look great.”

Adjusting the golden belt meant to hang off his waist you try to ignore how his poses requires that he touch you in some way shape or form

“Well yeah but don’t you feel like your fans would want you in something else?”

“Oh baby! You don’t have to worry, they love this sort of thing.”

And helping with their research

“Roman I know you never seem to run out of ideas to hang out but why a medieval diner?”

“It's for research! By the way, how do you like the food? I made sure the critiques were as positive as they could get.”

“Roman.”

“Yes?”

“Why did that waitress, compliment our relationship?”

“OMG they brought another plate of bread and for free? So cool.”

“Roman!”

Or helping organize their booths

“So Spencer what are you going for?”

“A kind of dunk tank except it drops on me.”

“Oh okay….this says that you’re not actually using water but…oil?”

“Yeah Lucoa suggested I show off my scars and muscles.”

“Wait you have those?”

“Hahaha very funny but seriously give me your opinion.”

“Oh wow….yeah, I think they’ll like it…no they’ll love it.”

“Oh really? Well, thanks!”

As if he didn’t already know

But eventually as the date comes closer it comes time to focus on your booth

But it seems that as an honorary member you don’t get to have much control over your own booth

Or any decision involving your event

“Hey Min what are you building over there?”

“Oh this is the art for your exhibit. Lucoa put me in charge of matching the gold from your costume to the setting around there.”

“Aw thanks can I help?”

“N-n-no!”

“Oh.”

“S-s-s-sorry the President gave us explicit instructions not to include you in the making of it. I’m r-r-r-r-really so sorry!”

“It’s fine Min, don’t worry about it.”

It’s just so apparent how little you would be included in your own activity no one really bothered to hide that fact from you

“Hey Gill this meeting on your calendar, I don’t remember getting your usual reminder for it.”

“That is because you are not invited to it.”

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)~Afterwards we can just come visit you after.”

“No no that’s okay I’ll just take the day off then. Catch up on homework.”

“Aw~ Don’t be like that we’ll come over to your house after.”

“No I’m not sad. I’m going to be happily doing my homework alone!”

“Putting that on our private calendar: Going to (Y/n)’s house an hour after the meeting.”

At the end of the day you’re just as surprised when the event begins and they shove you in the room under the stage with nothing but a warning not to move from the chair you’re in:

Part 2

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere harem #yandere #yanderes #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yanderes x reader #yandere ocs x reader #yandere ocs #yandere original character #yandere student council president #yandere student council #yandere secretary #yandere historian #yandere student council vice president #yandere student council ocs #yandere sergeant of arms

[shadowspromise]

Temperature

We know that Touya was born with a fire quirk and a body suited for an ice quirk. Leave it to me to make it romantic and cute. 

The heat:

Although Touya has somewhat gotten used to the heat due to using his flames so often, his body still takes a toll. So when you’re cuddling up to him at night, nesting together under several of your blankets, Touya is sweating rivers. The sheets are moist. His head is even a little dizzy, but he wouldn’t dare ruin this moment. He would rather suffer a heat stroke than miss an opportunity to cuddle with you. 

He likes the aesthetic of summertime, but the heat? He hates it. It’s an unholy amount of degrees outside and the League of Villains does not have enough money for air conditioning. When he wakes up, steals your phone, checks the weather, and sees that it’s the hottest day of the year so far, he just can’t wait to complain. Until he gets an idea. This gives him the perfect excuse to walk around nearly naked. While you’re still asleep, he’s absolutely giggling as he takes off his pajamas, leaving him in just boxers. He paces around the room grinning until you wake up. “Oh, good morning love. Man, is it hot out today,” he says casually, hands on his hips like a dad at Home Depot. You blink slowly, witnessing his very exposed body first thing in the morning, and now your eyes don’t know where to look. 

He takes cold showers. They’re so very soothing to his scarred body. However, when you’re in the mood to join him in the shower, you always flinch back when you first feel the water, complaining about how cold it is. And without hesitation, Touya will turn the heat up, just so you’re comfortable. 

He is absolutely unbearable when he’s sick with a fever. He’s hot, covered in sweat, coughing, sneezing, and stupidly needy. He will wait until your back is turned so he can bear hug you, smothering you in his sweaty body. It’s so gross, but he’s sick, so you decide to be nicer to him. 

The cold:

Touya is quite fond of winter. The freezing wind feels amazing on his scars. Sometimes he will just stand outside shirtless while it snows. Having enrichment time in his enclosure, you could say. 

Now that it’s much colder, he’s able to smother you with his affection without getting too overheated. He’s extra cuddly, holding you in his arms at any given chance. He was always cuddly before, so now it’s damn near unbearable. Multiple times within the hour he’s going to be picking you up and bringing you somewhere to cuddle.

He will absolutely take advantage of the cold. If he sees you shiver ever so slightly, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and tossing you onto the bed for cuddles. “I’ve gotta keep you warm, love. Can’t have my baby getting sick,” he coos as he swaddles the two of you in blankets, holding you as close as possible.

He’s extra concerned about your health. Him, he’s able to withstand the cold with ease. But you on the other hand, he knows you have the chance of catching a cold. If you’re going outside he’s right behind you, adjusting the hat he got you and making sure it's covering your little ears. He’s wrapping a scarf around your neck and securing it tight. He’s holding your hands in his, using his quirk lightly to warm them up. He’s putting his jacket on you, despite it being a little too big, he insists you wear it to stay warm (He also thinks you look adorable in it.)

Touya will nearly have a heart attack if you do end up catching a cold. All his efforts were for nothing? It must be his fault. He’s blaming himself even if it was unavoidable, He makes it up to you by helping you through every second of your sickness. He’s busting through drug store windows and snatching all the cold medicine. He’s letting you wipe your runny nose on his shirt. He’s putting fluffy socks on your feet and wrapping you up in a blanket burrito so you can’t escape when it’s time to take the nasty medicine. And when you’re coughing up a lung, he’s gently patting your back and offering you some water.

But no matter the weather, no matter the season, no matter the day or week he’s having, he will always love you.

#bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi my hero academia #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #dabi #touya fluff #touya headcanons #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki fluff #touya todoroki is so soft

[everlasting-rainfall]

Skin into Fur

Hey, everyone! I wanted to work on something different and this is another AU of mine known as the Animal Shifter AU where there are humans that can turn into animals!

Feel free to send in questions or requests about this AU as this is an AU that I somewhat enjoy as well!

I hope you like it!

!-MINORS DNI FOR ANY REASON-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Stalking, Harassment, Breeding, Transformation, Kidnapping, Noncon, Biting, Dead Animals, Kidnapping (?), Size Difference

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DNI FOR ANY REASON-!

Imagine that you are someone who is looking for a job, you’re having a lot of trouble as you aren’t really good at anything but eventually you come across a job that seems absolutely perfect for you

It’s a job down at the local zoo, they’re looking for new people to take care of the animals especially after a lot of the handlers just up and quit out of the blue

You called the number almost immediately and within a week, you were hired and being trained to take care of the zoo’s animals properly and you wound up being somewhat of a natural at it as even the more skittish animals seemed to warm up to you quite easily

Despite you being a natural at it though, there was one animal at the zoo that you were told to not get close to for even a slight second as this animal had given every single handler who has tried to work with him such an incredibly hard time to the point where many just up and quit or suffer some kind of career ending injury

This animal was known as “Spotted Evil” or “That One Asshole” by the zookeepers but to guests who visited the park and read the informational plaque outside of his enclosure, they would find that his name was actually Lucci

You weren’t looking to get your face ripped off any time soon so you just continued on with your life and caring for the other animals although whenever you passed by Lucci’s enclosure, you swore that you could feel his eyes on you like he was getting ready to leap at you and take a bite out of you

Whoever invented the safety glass for zoos to use instead of bars was a god in your eyes… Because lord, that leopard would stare you down…

For months afterwards, it was the same thing everyday as you would show up and take care of the animals that you were assigned to

The zoo would open and people would come in to look at the animals, you would even give a show or two to some kids about how amazing certain creatures were like you once gave a show about how cool wolves were but the wolf that you were handling just had to be an asshole and not cooperate at all

You constantly found yourself wanting to avoid Lucci’s enclosure at all costs though as you swore that the leopard was gunning for you as normally he would simply stay in his den or pace around his enclosure when it was around meal time but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to you

He would always and I mean ALWAYS know exactly when you were passing by his enclosure as he would seemingly appear out of nowhere to just stare at you and you specifically, it didn’t matter who was looking in his enclosure at the time

It could probably be someone wearing a full outfit made entirely out of leopard skin but he would only watch you… Hell, you were certain that if the world was ending on one side of the enclosure and you were sweeping trash on the other side then he would still just be watching you…

Eventually time passed and you left on vacation to spend some time relaxing but while you were away, the zoo made a decision that Lucci should find a mate and breed to have cubs as it may mellow him out a little

But when they brought in a female leopard for Lucci to mount and mate with, he didn’t show any interest at all and even seemed to be somewhat aggressive with the female leopard that he was given when she did things that he didn’t like

So the zoo tried again and again with different female leopards but nothing worked and eventually they stopped when Lucci attacked and scarred a female leopard that was getting a bit too pushy with him for his liking

You of course didn’t know about any of this until you returned from vacation about a half month later and your co-workers told you everything including how Lucci seemed to almost be looking for you as he would pace around his enclosure just staring out and scanning the area

It was an unnerving thought to you and when you walked by Lucci’s enclosure that day, his stare felt more intense than it usually did and you swore that he was plotting your demise in his head right then and there

You just tried to ignore it and when the winter came around, Lucci almost seemed to not stare at you as much as he would spend a lot more time in his den which was odd as you were pretty sure that leopards didn’t hibernate but whatever kept him from staring at you, right?

It was around this time as well that someone started hanging around the zoo, he was a man that looked even more intimidating than Lucci and also looked like he did not belong in a zoo staring into the giraffe enclosure as he would always be wearing some form of suit whether it be white or black

He was everywhere that you went but he never outwardly approached you, you personally found him strange and scary and so did your co-workers as they would tell you that they never saw him leave or arrive on the security cameras which was downright scary as it would almost seem like he would just appear and disappear

Eventually he approached you out of the blue one day and attempted to strike up a conversation with you, it was probably pretty obvious that you were uncomfortable as you kept your responses short while you tried to move about the zoo and take care of your work

This man kept trying to talk to you but you didn’t ever reply, he would show up everyday and just follow you around while trying to make conversation if he wasn’t standing off somewhere nearby

You wound up bringing this up to your boss and your boss thank the lord had apparently been looking for a reason to ask this guy to leave as they had been pretty weirded out by them as well so the man was asked to leave and when he wouldn’t, you called the police only for him to disappear as soon as they arrived

He never came back after that day which you were thankful for and Lucci became more active in his enclosure as he would come out of his den more often now, it was relieving to not have to deal with him anymore

But then the gifts started…

Little things would be left in your work locker or by it, it started with small things but then it progressed to bigger things and it was absolutely clear that you had a stalker

Checking the cameras provided nothing as there would be missing footage from every camera at a specific time like the person who was doing this was deleting the footage from the cameras themselves, it was downright scary and you got permission from your boss to start carrying pepper spray on you at work to defend yourself should the stalker ever appear

The gifts that would be left in your locker didn’t stop as there would be a new one every single day, it started off as semi normal things with each having a strong scent that kind of reminded you of the zoo but eventually they became a lot more weird as you opened your locker to find a good amount of fur on your things

But then one day, they became downright threatening as you found a dead animal inside of your locker bleeding all over your things. You couldn’t help but scream and the police were immediately called as this was getting really dangerous

The police couldn’t do anything as they couldn’t say for certain who had done it so they simply told you to remain safe and call them immediately if something happens

Your co-workers became worried for you as there would be a dead animal of some kind in your locker every single day and your mental health started taking a heavy hit, you started losing sleep causing you to look incredibly disheveled

All the while though, things at the zoo remained semi the same beyond your stalker leaving shit in your locker as you still took care of the animals, you still did the occasional animal show albeit with a co-worker now, and Lucci still watched you from his enclosure

The gifts never stopped and eventually you almost got used to seeing a dead animal in your locker everyday, it was still disturbing but you expected it more now when you opened the locker and found a dead animal bleeding all over it

Eventually your boss called you into their office one day and told you that you had to take care of Lucci now as the last person who was qualified enough to deal with him had quit the day before as they claimed to just not be able to handle it anymore

You were scared as that leopard seemed completely willing to rip your face off the first chance that it got but you were reassured that they’d be waiting with tranquilizer should Lucci even show signs of trying to rip you to shreds

The next day, you said your prayers and got ready for what was probably going to be a painful death by leopard as you went in to clean his enclosure and feed him but as soon as you were inside even though Lucci was right there and still watching you

He never made a single move to try and hurt you in any way, he just followed you around the enclosure staring at you and occasionally rubbing up against you like he was trying to get his scent on you but for the most part, he would simply just hang around and watch you whether it be from the trees or the ground

Lucci was chiller than you thought he was as he even let you pet the top of his head although now that you were closer, you were able to see that he had some pretty bad scarring on his back which the zoo claimed that he’s had since he was a cub

Time passed and you found yourself kind of becoming more calm with Lucci around as you felt weirdly safe whenever you were inside of his enclosure, he never made a move to hurt you after all and the weirdest thing that he did was attempt to push you into his den when you tried to clean it up a little

He was a good animal although he did seem to have a heavy dislike of whenever you left, you felt like you would just be able to chill with him as he didn’t even seem to mind it when you would pet him like he was a house cat and in fact he even seemed to enjoy whenever you would pet him

It was pretty good in reducing your stress and making your mental health better but what really made your mental health better was when the last gift from your stalker showed up in your locker as it wasn’t a dead animal and instead was a note saying that this would be the last thing that he left for you

The contents of the note then went on to ramble about these odd fantasy creatures called Animal Shifters, people who could turn themselves into animals and have the exact same abilities as them while keeping human levels of intelligence and even being smarter than humans as well

The note even spoke about how Animal Shifters prefer to use more animal methods of courting their mates and that they usually take human mates that they turn into Animal Shifters just like them so they can stay together forever

Knowing that the gifts were ending was a gigantic relief for you but also knowing that you would soon be safe with nothing to worry about anymore was even more relieving as your stalker finally seemed to be leaving you alone and exactly that happened as there were no more gifts and no more signs of your stalker

Life could finally return to normal and it did as your mental health improved and you no longer needed to carry pepper spray on you, you were free to just live your life working at the zoo

About a month later though, your boss called you telling you that they forgot to file some paperwork at the zoo and they could really use your help. You were reluctant at first but you soon agreed and got dressed before heading out in the middle of the night to go and assist your boss

There wasn’t that much paperwork and you being there was helpful although you remembered that you had forgotten something too so you told your boss that you would be right back and you walked out into the zoo to take care of the thing that you forgot 

It was a simple thing and you finished it in under a minute but when you were heading back, you saw something as it looked like a person and you assumed that it was just some teenager breaking in to cause trouble as you had that problem in the past

So you shone a flashlight on them to scare them off only to gasp in shock and horror as you immediately recognized who you saw, it was the man who kept appearing and disappearing at the zoo. The guy who always showed up in the suits

He was here and he was staring directly at you with an unreadable expression, your entire body was shaking and you didn’t know what to do but when he suddenly rushed at you, you found it in yourself to at least scream before he knocked you unconscious

When you woke up, you found yourself in a very odd situation as you were sitting in a familiar place with all of your clothes removed from your body like you were completely naked and you thought that everything would be ok until you saw the man nearby

He was naked just like you were and he was sitting just watching you like he was waiting for you to wake up, he was terrifying as there was no way that you would be able to fight him and he knew that you were awake so you tried to call out for help but it didn’t work

And when you noticed that you were in Lucci’s enclosure, you tried to call out for him to help you hoping that he would rip this man limb from limb and save you but he never came and the man simply grinned at you like you were funny

“No need to call out my name so loudly just yet… I haven’t even done anything…”

You were confused but then you saw the more animalistic aspects to him, a pair of fluffy leopard ears sprouting from his head and a long leopard tail stretching out behind him

It was unbelievable to you but it was all too real especially when you saw the parts move, you were in disbelief but then you remembered the note… Animal Shifters…

You thought back to everything that had happened and realized that Animal Shifters were real and this was Lucci, the leopard at the zoo and he had been trying to court you with all of the dead animals left in your locker

Attempting to speak did absolutely nothing as Lucci quickly pounced you, he put himself in between your legs as he moved them with his hands to wrap around his waist while he bit into you neck with his teeth in a way that you were sure was going to leave scarring

“I’m going to make you purr for me, you’re my mate and it’s breeding season…”

That made your heart sink and although you tried to protest, nothing came of it and it started a passionate night in the zoo as Lucci began to fuck you senseless inside of his enclosure

Any time that you tried to do something, he would growl at you and bite you again to ensure that you would remain submissive and obedient to him so he could do whatever he liked with you

He almost seemed intent on fucking you against every surface in his enclosure that wasn’t his den as he even fucked you against the glass that kept him from attacking guests looking into his enclosure, he never seemed to get tired either as he barely had sweat on him while you were covered in sweat and crying out from overstimulation

His cock was even stretching you as he pounded into you, you swore that his dick would leave a permanent imprint on your pussy after this but he didn’t seem to care about any of that

No matter what as well, he never cummed on you as every last time that he hit his climax. He always made sure to do it deep inside of your body and you already felt full from how much cum he had dumped into your body

Eventually though you began to feel different specifically around the area that he had bit you originally and although you didn’t think much of it at first as you were far too focused instead of what he was doing to you and it was impossible to take your attention away from it until you saw that you had fur spreading over your body

And it wasn’t just any random animal fur as it was leopard fur…

You were turning into a leopard! Lucci’s bite was turning you into a leopard just like him! You were becoming an animal shifter!

There wasn’t anything that you could do about it though as no matter how hard you tried to get away, it never worked and Lucci would simply bite you again and make the transformation into a leopard much faster

Soon enough you looked like a leopard-human hybrid and Lucci transformed to match, he became a lot rougher when you reached this stage especially considering the size difference between you and him now as he became a lot bigger than you in his hybrid form while you stayed normal sized

You almost felt like he was using you as a sex toy with how rough he was but he kept telling you that you were his mate and that you weren’t going to be able to leave him especially not now and not with his cubs in your belly or your slick covering his cock

It wasn’t too long after that though that you found yourself completely turning into a leopard form with him transforming to match, it was only now though that he dragged you back to his den where he mounted you and fucked you one last time but this time, it felt more like he was actually trying to take your pleasure into account

It was almost like he was legitimately making love to you now that you were far too exhausted to do anything to fight against him, you just moaned and acted submissive to him which he enjoyed

Once it was finally over, he didn’t pull out and simply curled up with you inside of his den with his cock still buried deep inside of your pussy and his tongue grooming the areas that he had bitten you

After that, you were never able to get away from him as although the zoo did question where you had come from. They weren’t able to get anywhere near you as Lucci would guard you from anyone who would come into the enclosure and it wasn’t like they could understand you either as you were just a leopard to them

You weren’t their co-worker anymore and instead you were Lucci’s mate who he made sure was well taken of as he would give you the best parts of the meat that would be given to the both of you and he would even give you more than him

You tried to keep hope that you could escape from this fate and live as a normal human again instead of living a life as an animal shifter but you soon found out why Lucci kept giving you more food than him and also why he kept giving you the best parts too

Lucci did say that it say that it was breeding season after all when he turned you…

#male yandere #yandere lucci #yandere smut #yandere one piece #reader insert #reader insert smut #read the trigger warnings #minors dni #Animal Shifter AU

[zozo-01]

"i'm thinkin' how she rides it, if she sits on it. (make it hard for me to stand up.)"

Hello, hello!!! Our lovely @dominimoonbeam wanted a lil moment between university freshman David and Darlin' when Darlin' pierces him and I said, absolutely ma'am give me a couple of months! So here we are, definitely on the more spicy side but I do try my best!!! And I couldn't resist the J. Cole lyric. And thank you to the amazing @cashandprizes for reassuring me that this is as hot as I think it is!!!

CW: University AU, David is a Business Major, Darlin' is a Poli Sci Major, They are both stupid and in love, No Angel and Sam AU, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Things get heated because piercings, A little bit of accidental grinding of the laps, Praise, ass grabbing, Just a jolly old good time, see domini i can do nice things to darlin, Minors Please Don't Interact, Mayhaps a part two where there will be actual fucking may come soon

click here for the ao3 link!!!

--

There they were, sitting in the comfortable silence that they have both perfected. There’s no need to speak whenever they’re with him because a glance is all they both need. Eyes spill secrets that lips refuse to speak of, but at the risk of not getting sentimental, David called it their way of telling each other that they should ditch class together. If you had told a sophomore David that his favourite moments were when he was skipping classes that he paid thousands for to spend time with the pack’s resident bad wolf, he’d be convinced you got the wrong man, but here they were. 

Darlin’ had messaged him that they weren’t feeling well and wanted to stay home, and David being the good and whipped Beta he was, stayed back to help them. After their inevitable yet futile attempts to send him back to class, they’d relented and pulled out their textbooks. “If you’re going to skip class, then at least let’s be productive.” They sat down, motioning to David to join them on this impromptu study date- nope, nuh uh, he dares not be hopeful and call this a date.

So they sat in the silence that felt familiar and kept glancing at each other to make sure the other was doing ok. 

Right now, though, he was doing a whole lot more than glancing. More like gawking at the wolf in front of him. How could he not? They had a tank top on due to the heat, leaving scarred skin and muscle out on display for him. There was a reason everyone fell for Darlin’ at first sight and it wasn’t their dazzling smile or sweet glances. (They’d only show that part of them to the people they trust, and David likes to delude himself into thinking there are some looks that are reserved for him alone.)

David gave up on balancing his accounts and analyzing supply and demand graphs in favour of staring at their pretty face while they look over some policies for an essay. Their eyes rapidly firing between their computer and notebook, scrambling to write down the notes they needed for an essay. It was nice to see them relaxed like this Writing always brought a sense of peace to them. Watching them be able to translate the beautiful and complex ideas in their brain into words that only they could conceive.

Even after all these years, there still wasn’t a detail that went unnoticed by him.

“You got a new piercing?” His eyes stared at the silver piece on their nose. They’d talk about getting a nose piercing for a while now, and now that they’ve gotten it, it fits their face really well.

“Hm?” They ran a hand over their face in an attempt to wipe the tiredness away. “Oh yeah, got that one a couple of weeks ago.” Their eyes went back to their readings, but they continued speaking. “Hurt like a fuckin’ bitch. The lady had to give me shit ton of napkins to stop the blood and the tears.”

He scooted closer to them to take a closer look, fully giving up on his own assignments. “And do your parents know about this one?” He jested, but genuinely curious about their reaction.

They chuckled that infuriatingly soft laugh. “My mom took me to get it done, thank you very much. I’d have to be a real certified fool to think I can hide this from her.” Massaging their temples as a way to motivate them back into writing, they powered on with their essay. Always having more willpower than he could ever dream of.

He smirked, leaning in to whisper in their ear. Just blowing air on their ear was enough to make their breath hitch and body stiffen up. “Does she know about the belly button piercing? Or the tattoo on your thigh?” Both of which he’s had the pleasure of seeing on the nights he and the rest of the pack have gone out partying. Darlin’ would always be late, but the care they took in their outfit and appearance was always worth it. Not that they didn’t look beautiful all the damn time.

Finally putting their notebook down and turning off their laptop, Darlin’ turned towards him with a cocky grin. If they had moved any closer, their lips would have brushed against his. He wondered how soft their lips would be and how their scar would feel. Before he could delve deeper into his own desires, Darlin’ put a finger on his lip.

“You ain’t gonna tell my mama, are ya Davey?” A sultry voice with the rough accent he loved entered his ears, filling up his senses until it was all he could perceive. This was so unfair. It’s not his fault that he has a boring accent. And it was absolutely not his fault Darlin’s accent made his pants tight and heart pound. Very little in this world can make David Shaw blush, but hearing his fellow wolf laying on their accent thick was one of the few events that made his knees weak.

A silent nod was all the wolf needed to lean back and smile like nothing ever happened.

(Darlin’ will always deny two things for the rest of their life. One, their city accent is attractive in any way shape or form. Two, that David Shaw made their heart beat erratically when he smirks and leans in to whisper in their ear.)

Darlin’ got up to stretch their arms and legs, and David made sure to note the way their muscles moved under their skin and the little groans they let out. Oh, he’ll definitely remember those noises later. “I’m gonna grab some water, want some?”

David gave a nod and stood up, also wanting to stretch his limbs after sitting down for too long. And not because he wants to show off his muscles to them. No way.

The two wolves walked towards the kitchen, where David sat on the barstools and Darlin’ went over to the fridge to take out two bottles of water. Whether or not Darlin’ purposely bent over, showing off their ass in those sweatpants was a discussion for another day. Preferably when he is alone and with a hand down his pants. (He would love it for it to be theirs.)

Sipping on his water to try to cool himself down, a thought crosses his mind. He randomly thinks about something Milo and Asher had told him, and he wonders if Darlin’ shared the same sentiment.

“So um, weird question…” His voice trailed off when Darlin’ turned back around and focused their attention on him. Shit, shit. The question was embarrassing enough, but he didn’t truly understand how awkward it was to ask them directly. Or maybe thought he was weird. Or even worse creepy.

He didn’t notice that Darlin’ walked around the kitchen counter, standing in front of him with furrowed brows and head tilted. “Are you ok, David? You seem a lil’ flushed.” They placed their hand on his forehead to make sure his temperature was alright.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just- I wanted to-” He stuttered and stumbled his way to find the right words to ask his deeply odd question, all the while Darlin’ didn’t interrupt him. They just nodded, urging him to take his time to find the proper way to ask. “Milo and Ash mentioned something… About tongue piercings and how good they felt… And uh…” Oh God, please end his suffering so he doesn’t have to live on.

Apparently God decided to further his suffering by making Darlin’ laugh at him. He can’t be too mad since their laugh is so heavenly, but seriously? Come on! He wants them to laugh with him, not at him. He crossed his arms huffed, looking to the side to hide his pouting face.

(Oh my God, Darlin’ would never say it to his face yet, but he looks so much like a puppy when he does that. He needs to stop right now before their heart explodes into a bunch of little wolf bits. And that’s a mess no one wants to clean up. Grim.)

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They covered their mouth to muffle their laughter. Now hold on, they shouldn’t do that. If they’re doing it to save his dignity, then there’s no point! His dignity is gone so the least they can keep laughing so it’d been worth it.

Clearing their throat and wiping tears from their eyes, they stood up straight to ask the million dollar question on the tip of his tongue.

 “David Shaw, are you askin’ me if it feels good to get head from a person with a tongue piercin’?”

When they say it like that, he can see why it was silly that he couldn’t formulate a simple question. But have you considered that this is the wolf he’s been mildly attracted to (in other words, madly in love with) standing in front of him. Considering the attention and interest that they garner from the people around them, it makes it all the more important for him to be on his best behaviour. If he wants to be considered a potential mate, he cannot project any weakness in front of them. And that includes asking questions about sex and sexuality. How can he properly fuck them if he doesn’t know what they like?

He grunts and nods his head. “Yes, that is what I was asking about. Can you give me an answer?” Nice, holding his ground after an embarrassment like that is a good step towards recovery.

Darlin’ raised their eyebrow. “It feels real fuckin’ good.” They smirked, leaning slightly into David’s space. “The cold from the metal just makes me beggin’ for more.” The sultry voice from earlier returns and David fears for his pants durability. They placed a hand on his thigh to push themselves higher to look him in the eye. “Do you want one?”

(It was cool and this is ok. Their banter together, Darlin’s flirting and their touchy habits is just who they are. From the outset, Darlin’ seemed like a person who didn’t want to be touched and for the most part they would be right. They were only like this with the few people they found attractive and their close friends. He had seen them pull the same moves and use the same lines from before. There was nothing special about the things they were doing or saying to him. Maybe they found amusement in the flustered state they reduced him too, but that can be said about anyone else.)

(To Darlin’, this was all a game. But it’s a game he’s willing to play to keep them close to him.)

David scoffed, getting up from the chair and went to grab more water. Was it always this hot at this time in the year? “No, it was just a question,” he replied rapidly, chugging down the water to cool himself off again.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Darlin’ leaning their upper body against the counter, hand holding their face and with a shit-eating grin.

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He knows that they’re egging him on. All of this was only to get himself riled up and say something stupid. Or look stupid. It’s the same stuff that got him in so much trouble in high school and he refuses to let it continue now. He’s in university. He’s an adult. So there’s no way some childish instigation would make him say-

“Ok, where can I get one?”

…David Shaw, you dumb bitch.

Darlin’ rolled their eyes. “Ha, ha, I was only kiddin’. There’s no way you’re not lyin’.” When all they were met was silence, their eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re actually serious. Are you ok? Did you hit your head on the way here?” 

“Yes, I am serious and no, I didn’t hit my head.” He crossed his arms defensively. “If you say it’ll be a good look for me, then let’s do it. Where do we have to go?” David was seldom known for his spontaneous attitude, but they always had a way of bringing that impulsive side of him out.

Looking around the room, Darlin’ put their hands behind their back and stretched their arms. “Well I can do it.” They cut David and his concerns and his complaints off with a wave of their hand. “And before you worry, yes I know what I’m doin’, I’ve done it before and you’re in good hands.” They walked to the fridge and pulled out a tequila bottle. David dare not ask where they got it from.

“Here,” they offered the bottle to the baby Alpha. “Take a sip, then go to the bathroom. I got spare toothbrushes under the sink, use one to clean your tongue then meet me out here.” Once David took the bottle, Darlin’ turned to their room to grab something.

Shaking himself out of a daze, he asked, “Wait, what’s the bottle for?” It doesn’t seem like alcohol and piercings should go hand in hand like this.

Darlin’ gave an easy smile and reassured him, “It’s to make sure you don’t feel too much pain. Trust me, it helps.” With a nod, they walked back into the room, leaving David alone in the kitchen.

There were a handful of people David trusted in his life, and there were even fewer that he would trust with something like this. He stared at the bottle, knowing if he drank it, he would be fully committing to this wacky plan. But if he could trust anyone who would hold his life in their hands, gently and with care, it would be Darlin’. So he popped the bottle open and took a sip of the tequila. 

He wiped his mouth and walked to the bathroom. It would take a bit before the alcohol takes its course, so he had some time to brush. He opened the bathroom door, looking at himself in the vanity mirror. This was so stupid and so was he when it comes to them. He bent over to the cabinet under the sink, a slight nausea overcoming him. He took the toothbrush out and went along with brushing his teeth and tongue.

Once he spent a good 5 minutes brushing (he cannot have Darlin’ think he has bad breath), he took the mouthwash from the vanity cabinet and swirled it in his mouth. Just a precaution and it never hurts to be safe than sorry. He remembers the pain Asher went through with his infected piercings and he refuses to go through the same.

He could feel the booze hitting his brain, needing to shake his head to keep himself awake. It really is such a miracle that he was such a lightweight at his size. He stumbled back to the living room, looking at the assignments he chose to abandon for a more worthwhile experience. Plopping himself on the couch, he waited for Darlin’ to come back, while letting his head get heavy. Hopefully, Darlin’ will come out before he passes out.

Luckily, Darlin’ entered the living room with latex gloves on their hands and a bunch of needles in their arms. In his drunken stupor, he had to hold back a moan when he saw them. They look so fucking good in those tight sweatpants and that tanktop, and the alcohol made him want to… express his appreciation. 

They set their tools on a towel beside David, setting it up for a smooth procedure. “Ok, everythin’ on my end is ready, you done brush your tongue?” He nodded his heavy head and smiled at Darlin’ appreciative ‘yay’. “Good shit. Now, can I sit on your lap?”

Absolutely. Yes. 100%, you will not hear any complaints from him. He may not know why they needed to, but he will gladly let it happen. He thought he hid the confusion in his eyes well, but leave it to Darlin’ to pick at every little expression. “I need a good look at your tongue and sittin’ on your lap makes it easier for me to not fuck up.” That’s a good enough reason for him, so he nodded. Darlin’ thanked him, and gently sat in his lap.

(Darlin’ had done this a billion times before, but sitting in the other person’s lap was something they never needed to do.)

The weight of their body on his lap was heavenly, providing pressure and touch at the right areas. If he was a weaker man, he would have grabbed their hips and started to move them against his crotch. He wonders about how they would act if he grinds up against them. Would they let out breathy moans or shallow groans? Would they be loud or quiet? Would they fight against his hold or let him do whatever he pleased? So many different trains of thought, all of them involving him inside of them, wherever that might be.

He’s begrudgingly heard from other people about how good they are in bed. He wonders if he can put some of those rumours to the test.

“Ok, couple of things before I start,” they said in a stern voice. David widened his fatigued eyes at their tone. “One, you gotta stay still for me. I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t wanna mess up the needle placement. And second,” they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs. “Squeeze them if you’re in pain.” David wonders if he’s in heaven, being able to hold them this close and gripping their thighs. He could feel the tensing and relaxing of their muscles, and he wonders if they’re just as nervous as he is.

With a nod and a quiet whisper, they say, “Good, now open that mouth for me and stick your tongue out.” Not even a second into this and Darlin’s voice is already making him lose his mind. He does what they say, letting them see every little corner of his mouth and tongue. They grabbed his chin and pulled him closer, their eyes examining his tongue. 

The nausea from the alcohol mixed with the anxiety of the anticipation and the butterflies Darlin’ gave him made his stomach twist and convulse in the sickets way. He knew he couldn’t move, lest they mess up at his expense, so he does what comes natural to him. David absentmindedly traced the muscles and scars he could feel from over their sweatpants. Trailing his hands from their hips all the way down to their knees and back up. He started off with fleeting touches, ready to back off if they asked him to. But with no objection from the wolf in his lap, he let his touches become firmer. Soft grazes turned into borderline lustful strokes. He could feel the bruises form under his fingertips. He wonders if he can leave bite marks later.

There was a morbid curiosity in him that wonders what would happen if he thumbed their inner thigh. Would they like it? Would they let him trail his hand higher? Questions he desperately needed answers to, but not right now.

His pondering was cut off by Darlin’ shifting to grab some tool, causing them to grind into his lap. The pleasure shot up to his brain and woke David up immediately. This was it. He was a goner. Is he also supposed to keep any sounds in? That’s just cruel and vile. 

They help up a tweezer-like to David’s eyes. “This here is a forceps clamp. I’m gonna use it to minimize as much of the bleedin’, ok?” A nod from him prompted Darlin’ to clamp his tongue. It was a weird sensation, but the alcohol made it barely noticeable. 

Happy with the placement after checking for the major veins under his tongue, they held his shoulders. “Ok, this is your last chance to back out. Once the needle goes in, I can’t take it out. You still wanna do this?” This should be the time David really reconsiders his decision. Like, does he really want this piercing? Is it even worth it?

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He couldn't reply properly on account of the clamp on his tongue, but he let out a string of sounds that sounded like, “Alright, let’s do it.” He clenched his eyes and grasped their thighs with a vice grip. He may have not seen a person get pierced before, but he can imagine how fucking painful a needle through the tongue could be. Sure the tequila would help, but like, needle through the tongue. Ouch.

Sensing the stress from David, Darlin’ placed a hand on his face, thumbing his jaw. “Hey, you’re gonna be alright. I won't lie, it’ll hurt like a bitch, but you’re in good hands, I promise.” They said with such a soft voice, so full of conviction, he thinks that the process would be painless. They moved their hands to his chest, “Just breathe in and out.” Maybe, if he focuses on the fluttery feeling they’re giving him everything will be ok.

When his breathing evened out, Darlin’ gently held his chin with one hand and held the needle with the other. “Dig your nails into me if it gets too much, but don’t move.” With that, they gently began the piercing process and David stopped himself from jerking backwards.

The pain was awful. He had tears in his eyes and body was stiff. The best way he could describe the feeling was as if he could feel every part of the believed pain that comes from morphing from his human form to a wolf. Luckily the tequila helped a little with the pain.

In a delirious state of pain and inebriation, his hands slid up their thighs and to their ass. He needed something with more resistance, fearing that if he kept gripping their thighs, he’d soon draw blood. And also, he’s not going to give up a chance to grab their ass. His fingers dug into his backside, feeling the soft muscles clenching underneath. Darlin’s body stopped for a good micro-second, and they let out a soft moan that David will absolutely be saving for later.

Darlin’ stopped for a moment, hearing the pained whimpers David let out. “Shhh, you’re doing so well,” they whispered. “There’s only a lil’ bit left, you’re almost there.” Their raspy voice mixed with their praise for him had his pants get even tighter. At this point he’s absolutely sure Darlin’ can feel his dick through his jeans, if the quiet moan was any indicator. He’s glad they’re being affected the same way he is.

A few seconds later, he felt the needle exit his tongue, with the piercing replacing it. The worst of the pain was over, hallelujah. They attached the ball at the other end of the piercing. They took their gloves off and kept holding his chin, admiring their handiwork. “You did amazing, David.” Once Darlin’ was satisfied, they got up, heading back to the kitchen.

Oh no, oh no no no no. He has a full on boner and nothing to hide with. He frantically looked around the living room, eyeing the small blanket. David placed the blanket on his lap, letting out a sigh of relief. Now if only Darlin’ could relieve him in other ways.

Darlin came back into the room with some mouthwash, a cup and ice. “Rinse your mouth with this and spit in the cup. It’ll hurt, but you gotta do it,” they said as they handed the cup and mouthwash to him. He did as they said, rinsing his mouth and spitting out blood and mouthwash into the cup. Gross.

“Open your mouth again for me?” There was no hesitation in his action, letting Darlin’ have complete control of him. “You’re such a good boy, Davey. Listenin’ to me so well.” They chuckled at David’s deadpan expression. They took the ice and placed it on the piercing. David groaned at the feeling, the cold ice soothing his swollen tongue. “Oh my David, what a sound.” Kill him now. 

They shook their head and their voice got serious. “Some aftercare shit. Wash your mouth with salt water and mouthwash twice a day. No solid food for a couple of days, don’t worry I have soup with me. No smokin’ or alcohol for 2 weeks.” They got closer, leaning over his body, whispering in his ear. “And no oral sex for 4 to 6 weeks, but I’ll be here so you can put that piercing to use.” They leaned back like nothing happened, going back to their ignored assignment.

David can’t wait to wring out every little sound Darlin’ let out. Maybe it will lead to something more.

(Darlin’ spent that night with a hand down their pants, thinking about how David’s new piercing would feel inside them. Maybe they can convince him to get a Jacob’s Ladder next.)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted darlin #mdni #teehee #we love a good borderline smut fic hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Stitches

Summary: The field medic of the 141 and Soap have been dancing around each other for a while, especially with Ghost and Red Fox already fucking.

Notes: this is a big fat fanfic of a fanfic (verse?) all credits for the character of red fox go to @charnelhouse. Reader is a medic/field doctor

Reader (*me*) is lowkey attracted red fox

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

They think they’re inconspicuous. Red looks amazing in that emerald dress, make-up and hair so perfect you think it’s has been done by someone who works for Vogue. She lights up the room as she walks in, and you can immediately see that Ghost doesn’t fucking like it.

The rest of the 141 slip out of the room to give the two of them some space, and it doesn’t take two minutes for them to start fucking.

You can all hear it.

Gaz has the decency to look away, pretend not to notice the very obvious sound of skin on skin, or his colleagues’ moan, but Price looks straight-up pissed, annoyed that the two of them can’t keep it in their pants until after their mission.

You glance over to Soap, who’s across the door, leaning against the wall. They walk out a few minutes later, and it takes all of your willpower not to make eye contact with Soap and start laughing.

And then, they all leave for the mission, and you’re left back at the hotel, waiting for them to come back. You can fight, you have combat experience – but you’re not great. What you’re great at is fixing people up.

Someone who can kill one second and then save a life the next, that is invaluable in the army. That was what Price had told you when you got in.

But that also meant that, while the others were out saving the world, you had to stay behind, pass the time by either rearranging your supplies the fifth time, or nervously watching live news, wondering if they’d show up on it.

They never do.

That doesn’t mean that missions don’t go to shit. The second Price throws the door to the hotel room open, practically ripping it from its hinges, you know something’s wrong.

Ghost storms in after him, carrying Red Fox. You see it immediately, the puddle of blood pouring out of her stomach and staining her dress scarlet.

He hovers over her like a mother hen, and you try to work around him but you can’t.

“Ghost, I need you to move.” You tell him, pulling up her dress and pointedly ignoring the dark bruises on her inner thighs.

He doesn’t reply.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” he tells Red, who’s not even there anymore. His hands hold her face, his massive body completely blocking you from accessing her wound. “Don’tchu fucking die on me, you hear me? Fucking stay alive!”

“Move!” you tell him again, and when he doesn’t move, you grab his face with both your hands, wrenching him around to look at you. He’s ready to murder you, and you try to gulp down your fear.

One look at Red bleeding out on the cot is enough to bring your courage back.

“If you want her to live, get the fuck out of this room.” You tell him, punctuating your words by moving closer to him until you’re only centimeters apart.

He’s frozen in front of you, and the position you’re in is starting to get incredibly awkward. Finally, Soap, who appeared from god knows where, pulls Ghost away with some words you don’t understand.

You turn back to Red Fox, who’s unconscious from blood loss and get your tools. Even though you feel like you’re going to throw up, knowing exactly that Ghost might rip your head off if she dies, your hands are still.

It’s mechanical. You’ve done it a thousand times on the other team members. Bullets clink into a metal tray, and after all three are out, you stitch her back together and prepare her blood transfusion. You’re still worried she won’t make it.

The 141 are all massive, but Red is half their size. Her face is completely drained, and you know that she’ll probably be out for some more time.

By the time you’re done with pulling her back together, there’s another beginning to a mangled scar on her body, and your hands are covered in her blood.

She still looks stunning. Envy blooms in your chest, and you set your mind on labelling all the biohazards correctly.

Ghost storms in later, practically breaking the door down again, and you barely manage to stop him from ruining all your work again.

“She’s okay.” You lie, firmly pushing him down onto the only chair in the room. “Just don’t fuck her the second she wakes up.”

You hadn’t meant to say that last part. His eyes snap up at you, and you know he’s pissed.

“Finish your job.” He hisses. “And then comment on us.”

A day later, Red is back on her feet. She hangs onto Ghost, following him down to the bar where you’re all having a drink to the end of the mission. You made sure to ingrain it into his mind that she wasn’t allowed to drink today.

While the others gather at the bar, you sit on one of the plushy sofas in the lounge area, trying to compile your incoherent notes into a medical report that Price so desperately wants by the end of the night.

You can feel the beginning of a headache, Red’s blood still crusted under your fingernails, despite gloves and washing. She looks better off than you.

She was sleeping while you had to stay awake to make sure nothing would go wrong last second.

You draw your knees up to your chest, balancing the clipboard and spreading out your notes around you. After a while, the noise the rest of the 141 is making fades into the background, and you manage to start the report.

That is, until Soap interrupts you. Scotch in hand, he moves your notes out of the way, sitting down in a sea of paper.

“What’cha doin’?” he asks.

“Report for Price.”

“And he wants that ‘till tonight?” Soap asks. There’s a sarcastic tone in his voice that is pissing you off. He’s having a great time.

“Yeah.” You deadpan. You’re about to lose your mind over the formatting program you’re using, and Soap slings his arm around your shoulder, holding out his glass.

“How about,” he begins, reaching out for your laptop. “You close that.”

You want to protest, but he’s already pushed it closed, and you honestly can’t be bothered to open it again. In an attempt to look productive, you sort your papers. You can see Soap stacking others, bringing them completely out of order.

“Why so tense bonnie?” he asks, firmly taking your things out of your hands.

“I am not tense.” You snap. Soap throws his hands up in mock surrender, which only serves to piss you off more.

“C’mon little lady. Have a drink for once.”

He knows you hate that nickname.  You forgive him because he’s too attractive for his own good, not that you’d ever tell him that. He’s got a massive ego anyway.

Soap is satisfied with you taking a break, and walks back to the bar to talk with the others.

At the end of that evening, Price is the first to leave, closely followed by Red Fox and Ghost. You roll your eyes, knowing that they won’t heed your medical advice. Finally, Gaz slips away too.

You pull your laptop back onto your legs, and start on the medical report again. You’ve got maybe half an hour left before it needs to be done.

Suddenly, you feel someone standing behind you. Soap.

You grumble to yourself, clicking away on the keys a little harsher than you’d intended.

“You,” Soap begins, leaning down to your ear., “Need to relax.”

Without much warning, his hands dig into your shoulders, working out the knots. You let your head fall back with a groan.

“That bad, bonnie?” he asks.

You nod absentmindedly. He hits an especially bad knot in your right shoulder and you can see his eyes widen without looking.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” He mutters. “You store rocks in there?”

“All from dealing with Ghost.” You reply. Soap swings over the sofa, and sits back down next to you. He sets his glass of Scotch down on the table, resting his head on your shoulder.

He’s awfully comfortable in your personal space.

“That how you get the ladies into your bed? With back rubs?” you joke, and Soap snorts.

“Usually takes much less effort.”

“Sure it does.”

“You just have high standards from med school.” He shrugs. You try to ignore the fact that he’s flirting with you. And that you’re enjoying it.

“I do not.”

“You do. Price doesn’t need all that for his report. What do you think mine look like?”

You turn to look at Soap, who’s gesturing to your screen.

“I don’t want to imagine.” You reply.

“That so?” he asks. You barely hear him. Your eyes flicker down to your lips. You don’t mean to do that.

“Mhm.” You mumble, tearing your eyes away. You tell yourself that this is just because you haven’t been dicked down for a while. It’s only partly true. The other part of it is the embarrassing crush you’re harboring.

Soap grows uncharacteristically silent at your lackluster response.

“Red looked really good in that dress, don’t you think?” you say to break the awkward silence.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about Red.” Soap replies.

What?

There’s a moment of tension, and then Soap leans forward, kissing you with an urgency that you can almost taste from the taste of Scotch on his tongue. You let out a surprised sound, and Soap laughs into the kiss.

You kiss him back hard, hands scraping over his neck, and his cocky laugh turns into a groan. He’s pulled you onto his lap in the blink of an eye, and you barely manage to set down your laptop on the able before his arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest.

Soap moves fast, trailing kisses down your jaw and biting your neck. You let out a small moan, before immediately looking around the lobby.

“C’mon Stitches.” He says, crooning your callsign. “Relax. There’s no one here.”

His hands roll your hips, and you can feel the growing bulge in his pants. You reply by letting your own hands wander under his clothes, running them up his chest. Desperate for friction, you let him guide you, biting back sounds that would give you away.

“I want to hear you.” He demands, pupils blown wide.

“Then take me back to your room.” You say, and Soap doesn’t have to be told twice, haphazardly, he grabs papers and laptop in one hand, and pulls you into his side with the other. In the elevator, he tugs at your uniform, and you peel off your jacket.

His follows quickly, and then his shirt, and you take a moment to stare while Soap tries to balance his and your things in one arm.

“Your turn.” He says, and you pull your shirt over your head. He’s absolutely shameless, staring at your tits, only interrupted by the ding of the elevator, and then he pulls you outside, practically stumbling into the nearest wall. He lifts you up with one arm, hand under your ass and you’re once again reminded how strong everyone in the 141 is.

“Card’s in my pocket.” He manages, and your hand drifts into the pocket he gestured to, pulling out the card and swiping it on the door.

As soon as you’re inside, Soap drops everything apart from you, stepping through the absolute chaos you expected from his room and letting you down on his bed.

Soap

She pulls him down by the shoulders, and he barely manages to catch himself before her mouth connects with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip.

He knows he’s being greedy, but he’s been waiting for this since she joined the team. He opens her pants, and she lets him pull them off, lets him paw at her thighs.

“Sit on my face.” He says, and she looks up at him, confused.

“What?” she asks. She looks adorably shocked

“You heard me.” Soap replies. Slowly, she gets up, pulling off her panties as Soap leans back. She’s hesitant, hovering above him and Soap pulls her down, holding her in place firmly. He can hear her moans, albeit muffled as he tastes her.

She tastes fucking amazing.

After a moment, he feels the weight atop him shift, and her hands on his trousers. She makes quick work of them, and his boxers, and Soap barely has any time to process it before her mouth is on his cock.

“Fuck.” He groans, and it goes straight to her cunt. He can feel her moan on his dick, and she takes him impossibly deep.

Her hips grind down on his face, and every last thought leaves Soap’s head. All he can think of is her on his face, and fuck, she was too good at sucking dick.

And when Soap felt that sensation creeping up on him, he lifted her up and turned her around.

“Fuck, what’d you do that for?” she asks, completely out of breath.

“I wanna cum inside you.” Soap manages. He’s almost more exhausted than she is.

“Fuck. That sounds really nice.” She replies

“Yeah?” Soap asks, laughing. “C’mere love.”

She’s scrambling to get into Soap’s arms, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to catch feelings.

When he kisses her, he knows she can taste herself on his lips.

“You like that?” he teases, and she nods. Her eyes are completely glazed over, and Soap can’t pretend that he loves the fact she’s cockdrunk on him.

“Please.” She begs. With one movement, he’s buried inside her, and she lets out a moan so loud that Ghost and Red have probably heard it.

“Didn’t know you’d be so loud.” He teases.

“Is that-“ she begins, interrupted by her own moan. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Nah. I wanna hear you.”

He thrusts forward, watching her eyes roll back. Her hands are digging into his back, scratching downwards, and Soap is certain that there’ll be scratches there tomorrow.

“Soap.” She murmurs. Her legs wrap around his waist, pushing him closer to her.

“Say my name.” he demands, His hand finds her sweet spot, and he’s got her arching into him.

“John.”

“Say it again.” He demands, and she obliges, chanting his name like a prayer. It’s going to his head that put-together, competent, always perfect Stitches is falling apart under him.

And then she’s there. He can feel it, her cunt sucking him dry, always demanding for more. He wants to give it all to her.

He’s close behind, and there’s still only her. Her body, her face, her moans all for him.

She holds him even closer when he cums, if that’s even possible. His lips crash onto hers, desperate and all-consuming, but she meets him with the calm she always brings when someone get put under her care.

He stays inside her, lazy and tired, and she kisses him more softly, peppering them down her neck and biting his shoulder softly.

Slowly, he untangles himself from her. Soap feels both guilty and prou when he sees the bruises on her thighs, carefully cleaning her of him

“Looks like Ghost and Red had it right all along.” She finally says, and Soap laughs.

“They’re just both stuck in their horny teen phase.”

“I don’t think we’re the ones to talk right now.” She replies. Soap looks over to her. The blanket is barely over her hips, and he takes the chance to stare.

“Enjoying yourself?” she teases, and he nods. He reaches out, trailing his hand up her chest and to her neck, and she shudders.

“You’re insatiable.” She complains.

“Only for you, little lady.” He teases in return. She kisses him a little angrily, mostly to shut him up and Soap makes a note in his head that he can tease her like this the next time they fuck.

Hopefully at least.

Her kiss turns soft, and Soap finds himself melting into her. She pulls him into her arms, and Soap rests his head on her chest. He can hear her heart hammering from exertion and grins to himself, thinking he’s being slick.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks.

“You’re adorable, Stitches. Did ya know that?”

“Am I?”

She lets her hand trail down to his dick, and the effect is instantaneous.

“Jesus bonnie. Let a man catch his breath.”

She laughs, wrapping herself around him like a cat and putting her head into the crook of his neck. There’s a faint smell of shampoo coming off her, and Soap inhales it, completely indulgent.

Hs missed this ever since he joined the 141. And he knows he’s got a one-up on Gaz and Price and the others.

Stitches is there with him, and she’s soft and sweet. And if he’s hurt on the mission tomorrow, she’ll be there to put him back together so that he can take her apart afterwards.

#ghost x red fox #soap x reader #john 'soap' mactavish #john 'soap' mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #soap smut #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john 'soap' mactavish smut #ghost x oc #soap x you #john 'soap' mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x you

[finniestoncrane]

Riddlers finding out that their SO has a stuffed animal that’s dressed in a smaller copy of their Riddler outfit and that it’s SOs comfort item whenever they’re gone.

Riddler Plushie

Riddler Headcanons eeeep me writing this and looking over at my cotton candy scented eddie bear in his little riddler outfit ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: just fluff, a lil bit of suggestive stuff

dano

how did you make such a tiny little mask?

and the teeny tiny duct tape?

he's so flattered he might get a bit teary-eyed

it's just too sweet that you want to be around him all the time

and he's happy to share your affections with the bear

telltale

it's a bit concerning to him that you still need a comfort bear

but this is... acceptable

that's the most you're getting out of him

although, now that he thinks about it

perhaps the bear needs a little cane... he can look around for one

unburied

you know you could sell these right?

who wouldn't want a little version of him to hug all the time

he's already soft and cuddly, he's a perfect bear model

you've even managed to pick a smug looking bear

the attention to detail here is incredibly, you're an artist!

arkham

why is there a scruffy bear covered in stains on the bed?

oh! it's a little him to comfort you when he forgets to come sleep!

understandable, he is absolutely amazing, it makes sense

but there's a pang of guilt, associated with the narcissism

maybe he'll make an effort to be the one you hug more

capullo

ok yeah that's cute BUT you better not like the bear more

of coruse he's not jealous of a teddy bear

he's just saying... he should be the one you're hugging

or not... hugging... touching... carnally... all hot and stuff

but uh, if you have hugs going spare... he'll take them

young justice

you made this? the little glasses and everything?

gosh the bear even has little sideburns like his!

this is so unbelievable flattering to him

and a huge ego boost

you better believe he's showing everyone a picture of the bear

gotham

well who is this dapper little fella in the lab coat?

golly, that's the sweetest thing he's ever seen, or heard!

maybe you could make one for him... of you?

just so that neither of you have to be without the other

he can keep it on his desk to cheer him up

twojar

are you shitting him? you miss him that much?

well he'll have to make an effort to be around more

can't have you feeling sad at all, that's no good

and you deserve a lot more attention

especially for the creative element of the bear's stitched chest scar

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler

[erin-bo-berin]

Steve and singleteenmom!reader getting married pleasse!!

Should I do another, separate one for when he proposes? Because I have the cutest idea for that. But since you asked for getting married, that’s what this will be!

(This is a cute gif he’s just has a cute face ok bye)

“Today’s the day kiddo!” Steve lifted his daughter—his official adopted Harrington daughter—into his arms.

“You ready for your mommy and daddy to get married?”

“Yesh!”

She was growing up so fast. At three years old now, she still had the cute toddler talk, but was losing her baby looks every day. It made Steve sad in a way, he wished he could keep her as a baby forever. Kids really didn’t keep, that’s for sure.

“Shouldn’t she be with Y/N and the bridesmaids?” Dustin asked.

“Yes, but you know her. This kid doesn’t do anything by the book. She wanted me to help get her ready,” Steve said.

She looked absolutely adorable in her flower girl dress. Her hair was still a bird’s nest from last night’s sleep, though. Robin was going to come down to get her later, so she could have her hair done before the ceremony.

You and Steve had been living together for over a year now, dating for two, but he’d insisted on being traditional and not seeing you until the wedding ceremony.

“What mawwied mean?” she asked Steve.

“Well, it’s when two people who love one another have this ceremony. Sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small, it depends on what they want. Anyways, it to celebrate them as a couple and they make these promises called vows. Basically saying they’ll love another for the rest of their lives, be with each other in sickness and in health, things like that. Then they kiss and they’re married.”

“If I kish my teddy does dat mean we mawwied?”

Steve, along with the other boys in the room, laughed. Oh, the childhood innocence.

“Not exactly, sweetheart.”

“Careful, Harrington,” Eddie said from across the room, where he sat, his only groomsman to be in a leather jacket, “Next you’ll be explaining the birds and the bees to her.”

“Ugh, I had to do that for Henderson when he was younger.”

“Yeah and I’m still scarred!” he yelled from the kitchen.

“We were all scarred by that, Steve,” Mike said.

“You told them?!” Steve asked, exasperated as Dustin came in, fixing his bow tie.

“It was too funny not to share,” Dustin shrugged.

“You nervous?” Lucas asked, looking at his older friend.

Steve shook his head with a smile.

“Nope. I can’t wait to make her my bride.”

•

The bridal room was a disaster.

Well, bridal room was a bit of an exaggeration. You were in the Wheeler’s master bedroom.

While the groom and his groomsmen were down in the basement, you and your bridesmaids were occupying every inch of the room, plus running up and down between the main levels and upstairs.

Clothes, makeup, hair tools and hair products littered the bed, the floor, the vanity, pretty much any surface available.

“Please tell your parents I’m sorry for the mess,” you told Nancy sheepishly.

If it was strange for your soon to be husband’s ex girlfriend to be one of your bridesmaids, you didn’t care. You’d grown close to the party of friends he came with when you began dating him and Nancy happened to be a part of that.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” El said, sounding worried.

The girls looked amazing in their corresponding dresses. You’d picked the color, but you’d allowed each bridesmaid to pick the style of dress they wore and they were rocking them, each style picked looking just like something they’d wear.

“Are you nervous?” Max asked.

“A little. Not about marrying Steve. I mean, I know I want to do that. It’s just everything is catching up to me. It’s a big day. I want everything to be perfect.”

“It will be,” Robin assured you.

“Yeah. Besides you’re surrounded by family and friends. It’s already perfect, right?” El said.

“You’re absolutely right,” you smiled, hugging the teen.

“I better go get the velociraptor from downstairs,” Robin said, heading for the door.

“Did you just allude that my daughter is a dinosaur?” you asked, laughing.

“Yes, but only because she’s wild. She’s still cute though!” she called as left the room.

You took a deep breath, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair and makeup was done, you were in your dress, your veil accenting it just perfectly without overdoing it.

You were ready to marry Steve.

•

The Wheeler’s backyard was big and spacious. It had been decorated beautifully for the wedding. Chairs lined on both sides, creating the aisle for you to walk down, where Steve would be waiting.

The wedding party walking down the aisle went way too slow and yet way too quickly at the same time.

First down the aisle was little girl Harrington, accompanied by Dustin, which surprisingly was Dustin’s idea. She held firmly into uncle Dustin’s hand and tossed flowers out of the basket that he held in his other hand for her. The crowd loved it, smiling and waving at her when she stopped to wave at all the loved ones she saw. They all laughed whole heartedly when they made it down the aisle and she greeted Steve quite loudly and excitedly from her place on the bride’s side of the altar.

“Hi daddy!” she waved, like she hadn’t just seen him an hour ago.

“Hi baby,” he laughed, waving to her, then putting his finger to his lips, letting her know she needed to be quiet right now.

Next was Nancy and Will, followed by Max, escorted by Lucas.

It was already halfway through the wedding party and you were trembling. Nerves, anticipation, joy, everything was tumbling into one.

“You okay?”

You looked over at Hopper, who’d you’d asked to walk you down the aisle. When you had, he’d hugged you so tightly and said he’d be honored to.

“Yeah, just want to get this part done,” you laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, giving you a fatherly kiss on the head, “I’ve never seen a couple more in love. You’ll do great up there.”

Robin, accompanied by Eddie was only one couple between you and walking down the aisle and your nerves turned to pure excitement. You couldn’t wait to see Steve at the end of the aisle and for Steve to finally see you in your dress. He’d refused to see it until the moment he saw you coming down the aisle.

Your soon to be husband was quite the romantic, that way.

Lastly, El, escorted by Mike had their turn. That left you and Hopper.

“We ready to get you married?” Hopper whispered with a smile as your wedding march arrangement began playing.

You nodded.

“Ready as ever.”

The entire crowd melted away when you caught the first glimpse of Steve, waiting patiently at the altar. He looked so handsome in his dark suit, hair neatly combed back and every strand in place, not that you were surprised. He must’ve gasped because his entire face was lit up with surprise and awe as he stared at you.

You smiled at him, even though you were still halfway down the aisle.

“You look beautiful,” he mouthed to you and you grinned wider, nodding your head towards him as to say he looked great too.

When you and Hopper reached the end of your bridal walk, your little girl ran over to him, ready to do her next part in the ceremony. He lifted her in his arms.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” the officiater asked.

“I do!” she shouted, causing laughter and aww’s to chorus from the crowd.

“Good job,” you whispered to her as Hopper took her and sat her between him and Joyce—you knew your active three year old wouldn’t be able to stand still long enough, even for the short ceremony, so you’d opted for her to sit with them.

You stood in front of Steve as he took his hands in yours. You’re sure the pure love radiated from him was evident on your face too.

You didn’t remember much of the ceremony as you were absolutely captivated by him, but according to everyone else, it went off without a hitch.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

[onebatch2batch]

@dogsjaw requested "frank is an insomniac and spends sleepless nights drawing karen while she’s in bed. she finds the sketchbook tucked beneath the mattress one day while he’s out at work" and....this happened. i miss them so much ugh

[ao3 link]

--

The first time Frank Castle found himself in Karen Page’s bed, there hadn’t been much sleep involved. Even months later he still remembers how perfect that first night together was. After they finally figured it all out, that is. (Which, to be fair, was mostly due to him and his thick fucking skull. Karen had his number from day one, it just took a while of raging at the world for him to realize that he had hers, too. He looked around one day, post-carousel, post-Billy, post-Amy and the hospital, post-make it mean something and realized Karen was right, that night by the river. When she told him he was lonely, everyone was lonely. She was right. So he stretched his floriography muscles and found that “white tulips, in particular, symbolize forgiveness, honor, consideration and respect, making them the perfect apology flower” and showed up on her doorway with them in hand.

He was half convinced that she would punch him when she opened the door and while he definitely would have deserved it, he didn’t complain when she calmly set the flowers on the entry table and yanked him into a hungry, breath-stealing kiss instead.)

And now all these months later, he lays on his side of their bed and stares at the ceiling, waiting for his exhaustion to finally pull him under. He’s never been an easy sleeper. As a young father he was up at all hours with the babies, and then the military fucked his night schedule to hell, and then all the rest of that shit that came at him like a goddamn freight train and he really hasn’t had much rest since. So this limbo between sleeping and waking isn’t unusual, and he lets his eyes roam while he tries to chase away the memories keeping him from sleep. 

The room is not completely dark. Karen keeps one of those big pink salt lamps on in the bathroom at all times with the door cracked enough to see by. The effect is a calming, warm glow that illuminates the bedroom. (“I’m not afraid of the dark,” Karen had said when he asked, “I just want to be able to open my eyes and…and know where I am. If I wake up, I mean.” And he had–fuck, they’re so similar, because of course he could relate to that after everything.) So when his eyes inevitably land on Karen, sleeping peacefully at his side, he’s able to see the soft rising and fall of her chest as she breathes. Her hair is mussed slightly, spilling out over her pillow. It’s still amazing that he knows the exact texture of that hair, that he knows what it looks like fresh out of the shower, that he can reach out and touch it now if he likes. He doesn’t, though. His gaze trails across her relaxed expression, and he wonders if she is dreaming. What does she dream of? She’s never said and he’s never asked, but right now he’s desperate to know. Desperate to be sure that all her dreams are good ones. 

Frank turns more fully towards her and as he does, the blanket inches down her torso and exposes more of her to the soft light of the room. Her skin is smooth and unmarred, such a contrast to his own scarred body that it steals his breath. Tonight she’s gone to bed without putting her pajamas back on and her chest is bare to him, nipples peaked in the cool air. Despite his exhaustion, his body makes a valiant effort at stirring that he studiously ignores. Just because he’s awake doesn’t mean she has to be. 

He looks back into her face: the smooth plane of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. He’s immeasurably grateful for the nightlight in the bathroom, giving him this opportunity to look at her until it calms the prowling thing in his gut. It isn’t quite tempered to sleep yet, and he expects it won’t be for a long while, so after a while of simply watching her sleep, he turns and reaches for his e-reader on the nightstand. (It was a gift from Karen for his birthday. Knowing how restless his nights are and how prone he is to reading in the semi-dark, she’d purchased him something that allows him to read and not damage his eyes, and the gift had made his entire body feel weightless with gratitude and love.) He presses the button to turn it on and frowns when he sees the low battery message.  

Karen finds it enormously funny that despite his attention to detail, despite his keen observation skills, he is unable to keep technology charged. His phone is constantly a call from dying on him and his e-reader–despite how much he loves the ease of using it–is usually victim to the same fate. So now he’s unable to sleep, the world is quiet, and he’ll have to go hunting for a damn charger on top of that. 

Frank sets it back down on the nightstand with another annoyed frown, deciding searching for his charger right now isn’t worth the effort, and a pad of paper there catches his eye. The top page is a small list of honey-do projects he’s been meaning to work on around the apartment: the leaky faucet, new locks on the windows, hanging a canvas Karen brought home from a street fair last week. Just small things he knows Karen would never ask for, but that he’s happy to do for her. He picks up the paper and draws idly in the corner, reading over the list again for anything he’s missed. Nothing comes to mind, and he’s distracted when Karen shifts beside him and settles again on her back, one arm thrown over up above her head and the other curled between them as if she is reaching out. She makes a small noise in her sleep and then goes still again. Like this, the blankets drawn down to her waist, he’s given a better view of the slopes and valleys of her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, her hips. 

His mouth dries slightly. Jesus, she’s so gorgeous that it’s almost painful. Like a living work of art, something he never gets tired of looking at. Before he can stop himself, he turns to a fresh page of the notepad and carefully, reverently, begins to draw. 

–

Karen returns home from work on an unseasonably warm Friday in March and kicks her heels off, eyeing the state of the apartment as she does. It’s been a ridiculously busy week for them both; Frank has been working extra hours at work after he had someone quit suddenly and she’s been working on a case with Matt and Foggy for what seems like forever without pause. The apartment has become a bit of a danger zone in deference to their schedules and she’d taken a half day to come home and clean up, simply because she knows the mess makes Frank anxious. And because she needs a freaking break from reading anything having to do with a court case. 

So she goes into the bedroom, changes into her leggings and one of Frank’s annoyingly soft t-shirts (why are none of her shirts this soft? Is it a requirement for all womens’ clothes to be uncomfortable?) and begins to clean. She starts in the kitchen with the pile of dishes, wipes down the counters, and sweeps the floors. In the living room she puts away the miscellaneous detritus from the week–books, papers from work, jackets over the back of the couch, empty coffee mugs–and straightens the couch cushions. She dusts the bookshelf and the television screen, and then moves on to the bedroom: she picks clothes up off the floor and throws them into the hamper. She begins a load of laundry, then sets about making the bed. The nightstand on her side gets straightened and she glances at his in consideration. She should probably plug in his Kindle–god knows he hasn’t recently, and it’s probably on its last legs. The thought warms her with how ridiculously domestic it is; the Karen of even a year ago would be dizzy at the thought of Frank keeping something like an e-reader at her apartment, let alone the fact that he lives there. At one point she was convinced that he would stay away forever and she would get old and gray, regretting the fact that she didn’t fight harder for him. But here he is, sharing closet space and cooking them dinner when he doesn’t get home too late. Using the second nightstand to store his books and a gun and making…what is that, a to do list?

She picks up the notepad beneath his Kindle and reads over it. There’s a few crossed off items that look familiar, and she realizes these are all chores that she's been putting off around the apartment. She has noticed him doing them, of course, and has shown her gratitude for his help, but she didn’t realize he’s been following a literal checklist. 

“Frank Castle,” she murmurs, shaking her head, and flips the page to see what else he’s been working on. 

There, instead of a chore list, is a sketch. A sketch of her. 

She has no idea when he would have done this, but it’s a drawing of her in her sleep so it had to have been during the night at some point. She’s lying on her bed, lips parted slightly, and breasts bare and blanket puddled around her wait. The sketch is—I mean, it’s actually incredible. That’s her face, her beauty mark, her collarbone. If Frank has never had lessons, he’s got some real artistic talent. 

She flips the page. Another sketch of her asleep, this time curled on her side and smiling. She didn’t know that she smiled in her sleep. 

The next page, and the next—on it goes, a dozen or more sketches of varying poses and expressions. In some she’s a vague form; in others she’s been drawn down to the individual hairs of her eyebrows. But they’re all her. 

Something wells up in her, large and fluttering and wild. She looks at all of his drawings, each a raw and honest image captured by his steady hand, and realizes there has never been and never will be anyone else who loves her like Frank Castle. And there has never been and will never be anyone that she loves like Frank Castle. She wants to spend each day waking up with him at her side, and each night knowing he’s under the same bedspread, reading or drawing until he is calm enough to sleep. 

Karen gently folds back the pages until she’s looking at the list again, and then she carefully returns his nightstand as it was. 

“Frank Castle,” she whispers again, awed and reverent, and turns to finish her cleaning. 

—

Last he checked, it was barely 2:30 in the morning when he picked up his notepad and pencil and began to sketch. Over the course of the last few weeks he’s gotten pretty decent at drawing Karen, if he says so himself, although he can never quite capture that radiance he sees whenever he looks at her. That feeling of home that seems to leak from her pores. There’s just always something missing no matter how often he looks at her between strikes of his pencil. 

He’s especially exhausted today. Work has been hellish, physically demanding, and all he wants is to close his eyes and slink off into a dreamless sleep. But there’s too much anxiety thrumming through him to do much but draw. So that’s what he does, the curves of his subject as familiar as the back of his hand. At some point, deep in his concentration, he glances up in the soft bathroom light to clock the angle of Karen’s shoulder and goes still. She’s looking back at him. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, fighting the ridiculous urge to hide the notepad in his hands. 

“Hey,” she responds quietly, voice thick with sleep. “Insomnia?”

What a word. Insomnia, like it’s some condition instead of the rambling voices in his head, coming at him from every angle to upset the small peace he’s finally found. Like it’s not his fault that his anxiety eats him up from the inside until all semblance of sleep runs for the hills. “Guess so,” he answers finally, although he begs to differ.

Karen props herself up on an elbow, but doesn’t bother to lean over and see what he’s working on. “They’re really good, you know. Your drawings.”

A small smile yanks at his mouth unbidden. “You saw, huh?”

She has the decency to look a little chastised. “Just by accident. Kind of.”

He chuckles, setting the notepad aside. “Ah, well. Thanks. Got a good subject, that’s all.”

The roll of her eyes is familiar and sends a pang of affection through him. “Whatever. I didn’t know you could draw like that.”

“Me either. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

She lays back down but keeps her eyes on him. There’s a twist to her expression, something sad and yearning. “I love that you have an outlet but…I wish you could sleep.”

Frank reaches over and touches a thumb to her cheekbone, drawing it over her skin gently. Just this small caress relaxes some of the tension from his shoulders. “Tell you the truth, me too. I’m fucking beat, Karen.”

“What’s stopping you?”

They haven’t really broached this subject, past her initial concern about his odd hours. Since then he’s gone to bed with her and been sure to be at her side when she wakes, if only to belay her worries a little. But it’s been a week of especially shitty sleep on top of everything else and he’s too tired to hide this feeling from her. He gestures upwards with a shrug and it feels a monumental effort. “Too loud up here.”

After all this time he can read her expressions like a book, and right now it’s I have an idea and I don’t know if you’re going to like it, but just trust me. “Can we try something?”

He raises a brow. “Gonna make some warm milk?”

She huffs. “No, smartass. Lay down and face that way.”

Not quite what he was expecting, but he trusts her with his life. It’s nothing to put his head to the pillow and follow her directions, turning his back to her. He waits curiously, listening to the shuffling behind him. 

Karen’s body comes in contact with his. Her front presses up against the line of his back, her knees coming up behind his as she spoons him from behind. Heat radiates into his spine, loosening the tension there as her arm drapes over him. When she settles, her chest pushing against him with every breath, he can feel the slow and sure beat of her heart. 

“There,” she murmurs into his shoulder. “How’s that?”

And he feels…

Grounded. Safe. Loved. 

“Good,” he says softly, grasping her hand against his sternum desperately. “Yeah, feels good.”

He can practically feel her smile, pressed into his skin. “Good. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells her, the open room, the air between them. Anything and everything that can hear him. 

And he sleeps.

#kastle #frank castle #the punisher #karen page #kastle fic #kastle ff #my writing

[sevenseasofbangtan]

INSECURITY DRABBLE

Member: Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Insecurity: Acne scars

Warning(s): None except the mention of insecurities

Genre(s): Mostly fluff, slight angst

You were intensely staring at your reflection in the mirror, meticulously adding yet another layer of concealer on every single scar you could see, but were still not satisfied with the results.

A soft knock on the bathroom door brought you out of your thoughts. You heard your boyfriend speak, “Are you almost done in here? We really need to go, or else we’ll be late!” Chan had been invited to a dinner organized by the company to celebrate the boys’ latest album release. The staff knew about your relationship, but had yet to meet you, so your boyfriend thought this would be a perfect occasion to have you meet everyone he works with.

And it was. Except for the fact that you felt an immense amount of pressure on your shoulders. It was a formal dinner and it would be everyone’s first impression of you. No matter how many times Chan reassured you it would be fine, you couldn’t help thinking you had to look perfect.

Sighing, you replied, “Y—yeah, just give me five more minutes and I should be ready to go.” “But we don’t have five more minutes, (Y/N). What’s taking you so long?” he insisted. You already felt terrible, and he wasn’t helping. “I’m just making sure my makeup looks perfect!” you explained, trying to sound as cheerful as possible and hoping your boyfriend wouldn’t see through it.

“Come on, I’m sure it looks perfect already! And no one’s gonna care if it isn’t!” he tried to reason. You couldn’t help feeling hurt at his clumsy attempt at reassuring you. He couldn’t possibly understand what you were feeling, seeing as he didn’t have acne scars. You were feeling pressured and finally snapped: “How do you know that? It’s easy for you to say: They’re all people you already know. They won’t judge you. But I’m the new girl. Your girlfriend. Of course they’ll judge me and try to find to find my flaws. And I don’t want to give them any reason to dislike me.”

Opening the door slowly, Chan carefully walked into the bathroom and forcefully took the concealer out of your hand, ignoring your protests. “I think you look absolutely flawless and I’m sure they will absolutely adore you, just like I do!” he claimed with a small smile dancing on his lips. “I don’t look flawless at all! Look at all those scars!” you exclaimed, feeling exasperated. Shaking his head, Chan mentioned, “You’re the only one who sees them because you know they’re there. I promise you no one else notices it. We’ll be in a restaurant, and the lighting will probably be dim anyways.”

“How are you so sure no one notices them? You’re biased because you love me, so you choose not to see them. But your coworkers probably will see them. It might not be a big deal to you because you don’t know what it’s like to have skin that looks any less than perfect, but I guarantee you, it IS a big deal to me” you argued back.

Stepping closer towards you, Chan takes ahold of your face between both of his hands and forces you to look at him as he speaks, “There is no such thing as perfect skin! Everyone has something that makes them unique, but not any less beautiful. You always talk about Felix’s freckles and how they complement his face so perfectly, but isn’t that some form of imperfection too?” “But freckles are pretty, while acne scars just look ugly,” you whined.

“To you. They are ugly to you. That doesn’t mean other people don’t like them or don’t think they complement your face just as well as freckles would. I know it’s hard, but don’t be so harsh on yourself. You’re absolutely beautiful and if anyone fails to see that, it’s their problem, not yours. And not only are you beautiful physically, you also have an amazing personality that would make anyone overlook your appearance anyways. You don’t need to worry about this dinner, my coworkers will love you regardless of your acne scars, I promise. Please just trust me on this, even if your mind is telling you otherwise,” Chan pleaded.

After a few seconds of hesitation, you gently nodded. Smiling brightly, Chan added, “And if anyone dares say something bad about you, rest assured that I won’t stay silent! I’m always on your side.” He softly kissed your cheek and continued, “You’re beautiful, and as much as I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, I know things don’t work that way, but please, at least try to ignore your thoughts and believe me instead. I promise everything will be okay. I’ve got you.”

Feeling slightly better you leaned forward and hugged your boyfriend, thanking him for taking the time to ease your worries, despite being in a hurry. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll always be more important than any event I have to attend. I love you (Y/N),” Chan affirmed. It wasn’t the first time you heard him say those three words, yet it never failed to make your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. “I love you too. A lot,” you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you truly were.

He may not have made your worries magically disappear, but his words definitely gave you a surge of confidence, which you so desperately needed. Chan proved you yet again that he will always find the right words to say given any situation. And maybe that made you fall for him a little more than you already had.

#stray kids writing #skz writing #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids drabble #skz drabble #kpop writing #kpop fic #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #bang chan #chan #bang chan fic #chan fic #bang chan imagine #chan imagine #bang chan drabble #chan drabble #insecurity drabble #my writing

[gunilslaugh]

Hello!! Hope your night is going well!

So xdh and your blog has been such a comfort place for me. And i want to request something deeply personal actually. I understand if you dont want to write it but im giving it a shot anyways 🥺

Would you write something like ot6 seeing scars from your past abusive relationship? It doesnt have to be too detailed or anything. It’s just that i have some scars from my abusive ex and sometimes its overwhelming for me or I tend to hide them usually so something like that would be comforting to read… Thank youu <3

Hi! I hope that your night is going well too! I can't believe that my blog is a comfort space for you that's so heart touching. I sincerely hope that I wrote this ok and that it can give you some comfort.

All members ,• ~ •,

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to seeing your scars from an abusive relationship

WC:~2.2k

Warning: past abusive relationships.

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

You and Gunil were going out on a fancy date,so you wanted to dress up. You recently bought a dress that you were excited to wear and now you had the perfect occasion to wear it. The only problem was that it exposed some of the scars on your legs and it made you feel a bit overwhelmed. You had received the scars from an abusive relationship, so the memories correlated with them weren’t so nice. However you loved the dress and didn’t want your scars to stop you from wearing it, so you decided to try and be strong. 

“Hey, you look amazing!” Gunil complimented you brightly. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

“Are you ready?” he asked you. 

“Yeah,” you answered. The two of your guys’ hands naturally found each other as you went on your way. 

The date was great, you had a lot of fun. You invited Gunil inside after returning home because neither of you were quite ready to say goodbye yet. You both sat on the couch, still clad in your fancy clothes. You noticed that your dress rode up a bit higher revealing some more of your scars, so you quickly pulled it back down. Gunil frowned slightly as he took note of your action. He knows about your scars and how you got them. He carefully places one of his hands over yours. 

“You know that they show how strong you are right?” he says in a compassionate voice. You look down at your scars. You never looked at them as a sign of strength before.

“They do?” you questioned.

“Of course they do. They’re your battle scars,” he states affirmatively. “Is it ok if I touch them?” He asks for your permission. You hesitate for a moment, but you trust Gunil, so you nodded. 

“Yeah it’s ok.” Gunil slowly and delicately traces over the scars on your legs. 

“Every scar is a battle that you won. You should feel proud of yourself y/n,” he tells you. 

“You’re so strong, seriously. I think you’re stronger than me,” he said more lightheartedly to lift the mood a bit. It worked, bringing a smile to your face. Gunil then pulls you into his warm embrace, planting a kiss on your temple. 

Jungsu

Jungsu and you were currently having a cozy movie night. You were preparing the snacks while Jungsu was making you both some tea. You brought the snacks out to the living room, placing the bowls on the small coffee table. You pulled up the movie that the two of you decided you wanted to watch. Then you made yourself comfortable as you waited for Jungsu to come. Not too long after Jungsu comes in carrying the two mugs of tea. He carefully hands you one of the mugs before making himself comfortable beside you. He drapes a soft blanket over both of your laps. You lean in closer to his side and he casually wraps an arm around your shoulders. 

“Ready?” you checked with him. Jungsu nods and you press play for the movie. The two of you watch the movie, occasionally having conversations about the plot, characters, or just random things. You reached over to grab some snacks and didn’t notice that the sleeve of your shirt slipped down, exposing your shoulder and scars. Jungsu does notice and goes to pull it back up for you, but as he does he notices the scars. You felt his finger grab the fabric of your shirt, bringing your attention to your exposed arm. You immediately felt subconscious. Jungsu knew of your past and how you got the scars. You pulled the sleeve back up yourself. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” Jungsu sincerely apologizes.

“It’s ok, Jungsu. It’s just seeing the scars make me feel kinda overwhelmed,” you tell him. Jungsu’s face saddens at your words.

“You know they’re nothing to feel ashamed about right? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know it’s just…I don’t know how to describe it.” you said. 

“That’s ok,  just know that you shouldn’t let them hold power over you. They should give you power. Look what you overcame, type of thing.” His words bring a sense of comfort and provide you with a new perspective on how to view your scars. 

“Thank you.”

“There's no need to thank me. Come on, let's finish the movie.” Once again you leaned into Jungsu’s side, letting him support you and he wraps an around you, keeping you safe.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok and you were laying side by side on the ground with a coloring book in front of you. Color pencils scattered around you both. It was Jiseok’s day off and you were spending it together. You guys had slept in and had a late breakfast. Then you thought that it would be fun to color together. 

“You know they say coloring is supposed to be relaxing, but this is taking so long to color that it is starting to stress me out,” you stated. Rolling over onto your back, not wanting to look at the page any longer. Jiseok laughs lightly. 

“Let’s do something else then. We can always come back to this another time,” he suggested. 

“That sounds good,” you say. The two of you pick up the colored pencils that littered the floor and put them away back where they belong. 

It was nearing lunch time, so you guys decided to make yourselves some ramen. You opened the cabinet where the ramen was and reached up to grab the packages. As you reached up your shirt rode up exposing your stomach. You quickly realized this and rushed your free hand to hold your shirt down. 

“Showing a bit of stomach is nothing too scandalous you know,” Jiseok played. You chuckled. 

“I know, but I don’t like showing my scars,” you said. 

“There’s nothing wrong with those either,” Jiseok tells you earnestly. He places a hand over where you were still holding your shirt down. He looks you deeply in your eyes then back at where your hands lay and back to your eyes silently asking for permission. You took a deep breath then removed your hand from holding your shirt. Jiseok gives you one last look, giving you a chance to stop him. When you don’t he slowly lifts your shirt to reveal your scars. He delicately traces over them. “See not a thing wrong with them. They’re just another part of you.” You place your hand back over his. He removes his hand from your stomach to hold your hand instead. “Don’t think so badly of them.”

“I’ll try.” 

“Let’s get to cooking. I'm hungry.” He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin was sleeping over at your place tonight. The two of you were currently having dinner. You both chatted about your days and other things while you ate. After you finished eating you did the dishes and put them away. Once the dishes were put away you went to change into your pajamas. Seungmin was waiting in your room while you changed in the bathroom. Just as you were about to exit you caught the sight of the scars on your leg in the mirror. The sight of them made you feel uneasy. Now you kinda regret picking the shorts to sleep in. You shook your head, trying to not overthink it so much. You exited the bathroom and made your way into your bedroom. Seungmin was sitting on the bed, occupied with his phone. You walked over to your bed getting on it and quickly getting under the covers to hide your scars. 

“Do your scars really bother you?” Seungmin asks, putting his phone away.

“They make me feel overwhelmed. It’s uncomfortable to see them,” you tell him honestly. Seungmin frowns. He tenderly takes your hands in his. 

“They show that you lived. That you’ve been through life. You got hurt, but it made you stronger. You survived it and overcame it. I think your scars are like little victories,” he spoke. You pulled the blanket away to look at the scars. 

“Little victories?”

“Yep, if you let them be.” he begins to trace over your scars. “Every one of them can be a victory.” He tapped over each scar. “ I know you can’t change your mindset about them overnight, but try to slowly think about them more positively. Don’t let them weigh you down.” Seungmin moves to lay down and opens his arms for you to come join him. A smile makes its way across your lips as you lay down. Seungmin snuggly encases his arms around you and places a kiss on top of your head. 

“Goodnight,” you wish him.

“Goodnight,” he wishes you back. Seungmin lightly drums his fingers against your back in a soothing rhythm. You find yourself lolling off to sleep.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

You and Hyeongjun decided that you wanted to do some baking together. You went out and bought the ingredients that you needed. After you returned home you laid all of the ingredients out onto the counter. Hyeongjun pulled up the recipe on his phone. The two of you read it over before beginning to start. You began to prep the dough. While you were needing the dough your sleeves kept getting in the way. 

“Hyeongjun can you roll up my sleeves for me please?” you asked. 

“Yeah, sure, here.” Hyeongjun came over and pushed your sleeves up to your elbows one at a time. With your sleeves now pushed up the scars on your arms are now visible. Hyeongjun absentmindedly traced over them with a featherlight touch. However he quickly stops once he feels you tensing. 

“I’m sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable? I swear I didn’t want to do that,” he profusely apologized. 

“No, Hyeongjun, it's ok. You know I don’t like them. The feelings they invoke are a bit overwhelming,” you disclosed. 

“Your scars deserve love too y/n,” he tells you.

“What?” you questioned. 

“They deserve love too. I know the way you got them was awful and traumatizing, but they show how strong you are. They deserve love too,” he explained. You never thought about it that way. You always get overwhelmed by the reasons why they are there. Hyeongjun carefully lifts one of your arms towards his lip. “Is this ok?” He makes sure.

“Yeah, it’s ok,” you nodded. He then pressed a series of little kisses onto your scars. Once he kissed every single one on that arm he changed and did the same thing to your other arm.

“There, now they all have some love,” he said. His action touched your heart. You definitely never thought about loving your scars, it seemed impossible. However Hyeongjun just showed you that it was possible. “If it’s too hard to love them right now then I’ll love them for you,” he told you wholeheartedly. 

“Thank you Hyeongjun, that really does mean a lot,” you thanked him. 

“Anytime,” he smiled. The two of you carried on happily baking. 

Jooyeon

Jooyeon and you were gaming together. Fingers rapidly pressing buttons as you try to beat one another.

“Yes, I win!” you cheered as the round came to an end.

“Not, fair! You probably cheated,” Jooyeon accused you in a sulking manner. You laughed. 

“Jooyeon, just because I won doesn’t mean that I cheated. Just admit that you lost,” you say. 

“No, you cheated,” Jooyeon states, taking a jab at your side. You squirm away from him only for him to follow you and begin his tickle attack on your sides. 

“Stop!” you cried out, trying to swat his hands away. 

“This is what cheaters get,” he laughed menacingly. 

“I’m not a cheater though,” you proclaimed. It didn’t matter though. Jooyeon kept up with his assault on your ribs. Your stomach began to hurt from laughing. “Fine, fine, let’s just have a rematch,” you said. Jooyeon’s fingers finally stopped tickling you.

“Deal, then we can find out who the true winner is,” he voices. The two of you play another round. Each of you hyper focused on beating the other. At the end of the match, you won again. 

“Cheating not once, but twice. Shame on you y/n,” he approaches you again. 

“Jooyeon, no not again,” you pleaded. It didn’t stop him though and this time you fall onto your back as he begins his second round of tickle attacks. Your shirt begins to ride up as he continues to tickle you. This time you harshly slapped his hands away from you in a panic. Jooyeon immediately stops. 

“Are you ok? Did I accidentally hurt you?” Jooyeon asked, very concerned. He scans over your body for any possible injuries.

“No you didn’t hurt me. My shirt rode up a bit and you know how I feel about my scars,” you told him. 

“Scars are cool though, like really cool,” Jooyeon said. “They show that you’re tough,” he added. “Can I see how tough you are?” He asked gently. You were a bit hesitant, you didn’t even like looking at them yourself, so showing Jooyeon would take a lot of courage. You found that courage and nodded. Jooyeon slowly lifted your shirt, just high enough to reveal the scar. 

“I was right. It makes you look very cool.” he traced the scar over. “I have the coolest significant other ever,” he declares. 

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #xh jungsu #xh gaon #xh jiseok #xh ode #xh o.de #xh seungmin #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #xh jooyeon #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #jiseok x reader #o.de x reader #seungmin x reader #oh seungmin x reader #junhan x reader #hyeongjun x reader #han hyeongjun x reader #jooyeon x reader #goo gunil #koo gunil #gunil

[jasbaklonbri]

My issues with the Avatar Live action show. (Spoilers)

before I get on with this… rant I guess, I want to stress that I do not “Hate” this adaptation, I actually think it’s pretty…. decent. Mixed in terms of being an adaptation but as its own thing i do think it actually is good. If a newcomer gets introduced to the franchise through this show, I’d mostly be okay with that (though would still stress to watch the original, especially hinting about the rest of the story if they’re really invested) before I go into my biggest problems I should quickly list its positives.

The characters, for the most part, are done well, they meet the core criteria of what made the original characters so beloved. The acting, for the most part, is good, overall the cast does a really good job at their respective roles. Costumes are amazing, sets, while not exactly 1:1, are still overall awesome. soundtrack is really REALLY good, stellar work all round. The action is not only great, it’s BRUTAL AS FUCK, it does not shy away from the themes of war and death and I love that 😈 some of the expanded editions to the lore are really interesting, big shoutout especially to the inclusion that zuko’s crew is also the battalion he defends in the war room, that was actually brilliant 👌 on top of that, references and inclusions of stuff from expanded material I mostly really liked, from the comics, to legend of Korra to even the kyoshi novels. As for the writing and story…. I can accept no adaptation is perfect and there will be changes, I think it follows the moments of the show decently and that the writing is… adequate. overall rating for me is a decent… 6/10… almost was a 7 but… no.

okay now for the stuff that sucked!

The Characters that weren’t good:

Aang is not bad in this, character wise and acting is overall good, Gordon Cormier does a good job, he looks and sounds the part. My issues are how the character is written. Ill get into more about his biggest issues later on as it mostly has to do with writing and a few particular scenes, but for now I’ll harp on how repetitive and annoying his dialogue can be sometimes, way too many times has the character had the same “guilt scene” which hits the exact same beats: he sees devastation, he says “this is my fault”, he’s reassured it’s not. Again and again.

sokka is awful in this. And to be honest it’s not really the writings fault, Ian Ousleys portrayal does not do it for me, his line delivery is too monotone-ish, his emotional delivery is lacking, he has the same blank facial expression throughout the show. He has a decent one liner here and there, but the comedy and character is MILES away from the over expressive, hilarious and badass original.

zukos actor is decent just enough, and honestly it’s a little unfair to compare Dallas Liu to Dante Bascos performance, but admittedly I felt he was comparatively more underwhelming at times. Though if anything I was more annoyed at the look of his Scar. Don’t get me wrong, its leagues more noticeable than it was in the god awful movie adaptation… but it’s still not great. Remember how grotesque his scar is in the animated show, even at a distance, his skin is shrivelled, he can hardly open his eye, even his ear is half burnt off, they could of gone all out in showcasing his disfigurement, the greatest source of his self shame and most brutal showcase of his fathers cruelty and abuse… but no it’s just a dark red patch around his eye, it’s not even ugly to look at. Disappointing.

Bumi, while acted and portrayed really well by Utkarsh Ambudkar, is written very badly. His motivations have completely changed from the original, and no it is no where near as good, unlike in the show were he “toys” with Aang to teach him lessons about the journey ahead of him, offering wisdom and compassion to his old friend, keeping his identity a secret allowing Aang to realise who he is, making an emotional reunion when he realises another piece of his lost past is still alive: here Aang finds out immediately it’s him, and Bumi instead is pissed and petty that Aang left to the point HE TRIES TO KILL HIM, completely disregarding the point of the message and character from the original show. Oh and not to mention the ending scene with him, but again I’ll get to that scene later.

finally, biggest problem I’ll harp on the characters themselves is the diminishing, lack of focus and editing of the three protagonists flaws. Aangs childish immaturity, kataras inexperience, Sokkas rudeness and distrust. There are reasons why the show took these out or didn’t focus on them, but in my opinion this was a huge mistake to do. Character flaws are integral to character growth, throughout the original show we see the characters learn and grow with and out of said flaws to become more rounded and stronger characters, Aangs journey to embrace his destiny and responsibilities, Kataras growing wisdom and strength, Sokka accepting his wrongdoings becoming more open minded and accepting. Diminishing these ultimately take away a lot from these characters and it does them and the fans a huge disservice to outright ignore them at times.

Aang and Kataras bond is there… but it’s Seriously lacking!

I’m a Kataang shipper. Before I go into detail with this I think it’s important to point out a certain bias I might have with this, but regardless of any opinions about the original shows romantic themes, I’d still argue that Aang and Kataras relationship is one of the core and integral bonds of the original show (the others being Katara and Sokka, Zuko and Iroh, Aang and Zuko and Zuko and Azula (book 2 onwards) so getting this right is in my opinion important to any adaptation. Overall their relationship is fine in this iteration, but MAN it’s just not as good.

Imagine my utmost disappointment When in this version: Katara is not the first person Aang sees when he wakes up! Now I know that seems like a petty thing to harp on but really think back to the original show, how beautifully written their friendship was, how they constantly support and empathise with each other, how Aang is a source of Kataras hope, how Katara is an emotional rock for Aang when coming to terms with his loss and grief. All of it starts with the foundation of their first meeting in that first episode. After a hundred years of sleep, Katara accidentally discovers Aang (with Sokka) and rushes to save him, the first person Aang sees as he opens his eyes is her, he immediately, and essentially asks her out. Katara introduces him to her village, she’s enamoured by his playful attitude and abilities, there are hints of a blooming crush between them (mostly from Aang) they promise to explore the world together, they go penguin sledding, until finally, when Katara realises and breaks the truth about Aangs 100 year absence and slow realisation that everything and everyone he knew is likely gone, Katara tries to reassure him mentioning there may be a bright side: Aang responds with “I did get to meet you”. all of that build up and setup of the friendship (and budding romance) of our two leads is masterfully established in one, 23 minute long episode. Really think about that. It takes the original show 1 episode to set the core points of the two lead’s relationship in what takes this show AN ENTIRE SERIES TO PROPERLY ESTABLISH! Not only is all of that practically absent in this iteration, but plenty of scenes and moments are either missing or lessened, Such as when Katara calms Aang out of the Avatar state, or how they begin to train and learn their waterbending together (more on THAT later), cave of two lovers is now given to Katara and Sokka?? (really missed the point of that episode) or how about the mutual understanding of each others grief through their own grief, oh yeah that’s another thing, in this version Katara, nor Sokka for that matter, ever mention to Aang that their mother is dead?! Not once. I don’t even think he ever knows, or maybe he finds out off screen? Big thing to not mention guys??

Now there are plenty of scenes in the show that do help build up their friendship here, but by missing core scenes, especially those from the first episodes, it just makes it harder for the show to establish that bond towards an audience, and again just pales in comparison.

No statue room???

I’ll be a little more brief here, but the fact that this moment is completely missing infuriates me. You have the quintessential moment where Aang is in full view of the scope of his legacy, a monument to hundreds of all the past avatars, a moment for our characters and the audience to visually realise the weight and burden that Aang Carries upon his shoulders… and you completely take it out??? What the actual FUCK???

Kyoshis premonition almost ruins the show! as awesome and badass as Avatar Kyoshi was in this version, this one tidbit is by far not just a weird addition, it’s arguably one of the biggest fundamental flaws of the show, not as an adaptation, but the show in of it self. The idea apparently (according to behind the scenes comments) is that kyoshis premonition to Aang of the northern watertribes destruction is to give him more of an assentive to head “straight to the point”, removing the unnecessary detours and filler of the original. The problem with that is even for that reason, this addition is completely pointless, because Aang already has enough assentive to head to the north: LEARN WATERBENDING!!!

In the original show after Katara and Sokka save Aang from zukos ship in the 2nd episode, they establish that they must find Aang a water bending master so he can begin his first step in becoming the avatar, in fact rewatching the first few episodes, AANG MAKES THE SUGGESTION FIRST TO KATARA SO SHE CAN MASTER HER WATERBENDING! Even the god awful movie understood that that was enough reason to head north! And if you really want more reason and imperative for them to get there as soon as, why not just reiterate that there is a WAR GOING ON! The attack on the south, the genocide of the air nomads, accidentally bringing an invasion to Kyoshi island, these are all good enough reminders for the Gaang to showcase the need for Aang to head to the known one place in the world where Aang can possibly master an art integral to achieving his destiny. But even worse than that, this addition seriously hurts the show going foward, because now, after Aang has been shown the impending doom destined for the north, he STILL detours from it, not once but twice! (And according to one gossiping bartender, possibly a few more times!!) in an attempt to try to showcase his nobility and compassion to always help those in need, every time he decides to stop to help a new problem, HE IS LITERALLY RISKING THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE CIVILISATION!!! Priorities dude!!! It’s not like he’s given a time frame, for all he knows this premonition could happen at anytime, it could be already happening??? It is by far one of the biggest, if not THE BIGGEST flaw of the show.

Muddying the rules of the spirits and spirit realm

Aside from kyoshis future sight, too many instances does this show, in an attempt to expand ideas of worlds spirituality, often just make things more confusing. Another example is when Aang accidentally drags Katara and Sokka into the spirit world, which even with the reasoning they give it makes no sense whatsoever and it only serves an excuse to combine moments from other episodes into one. Or how about when wan shi tong… for some reason… explains that spirits can only talk to the avatar and only they can communicate with and talk to spirits… except that rule is completely ignored when Katara and Sokka can clearly hear what koh is saying? ooops???

Hai Bai has no agency or resolution in his inclusion here, he’s not even the central threat despite HIS forest being burnt. Instead of going on a full rampage against humanity for their destruction, he’s now just really angry about being wounded? Instead of hai bai kidnapping people, it’s now Koh, who while still really creepy in this version, his abilities are now greatly diminished. Instead of his lightning quick speed to remove the faces of anyone who show any ounce of emotion in his presence, here he can only prey on negative emotions, and is never shown to be especially fast (except the two jump scares). again it just pales in comparison to the intensity of the original scene.

Kuruk should know why his advice is horseshit!

while I like the inclusion of some details of the lore outside the original show, using it during Aangs scene with Kuruk significantly hurts his first scene, because now we have the writers completely miss the point and lessons of Kuruks life. Kuruks advice to “walk the path alone” to “distance himself from his friends” is not just obviously poor advice on its own, but considering that the past avatars are aware of events after their death, it especially doesn’t make sense coming from Kuruk! Avatar Kuruk HAD friends! the kyoshi novels go into detail about his closest companions as well as his secret deeds of hunting dark spirits. Yes Kuruk did it in secret and inadvertently and purposely distanced himself from the people he loved so that he could in his mind protect them, and that’s excusable because Avatars never have hindsight about some of the consequences of their actions, in fact past avatars often use their mistakes and their consequences as advice and warnings to the current avatar. KURUK SHOULD BE ADVISING THE EXACT OPPOSITE!!!

One of the major consequences of pushing his friends and keeping secrets was that when he eventually died mysteriously at a young age, his companions felt they had failed in their mission to serve and protect their friend, pushing one of them, Jianzhu, to fall into a path of political meddling and corruption, and being consumed with keeping his power and influence through back handed tactics like kidnapping, torture, intimidation and murder, eventually becoming Kyoshi’s earliest nemesis and one of her greatest enemies (highly recommend reading the Kyoshi novels 😍) Not to mention that Kuruks “advice” leads to an incredibly forced scene and trope where our hero attempts to push Katara away and “nobly distances himself to protect his friend”, only for the advice to be immediately ignored a few minutes later, making it entirely pointless.

AANG NEVER LEARNS WATERBENDING???

yes, through the entirety of BOOK 1 WATER, Aang never learns waterbending! Katara offers to show him some techniques she knows in one scene, but for some reason he’s hesitant to take her offer, which would have been interesting to explore, except they never really address it?? Worse even when they finally reach Pakku in the north, all that happens is that he’s kind of scolded for not starting his training, but not once is it seen or mentioned by pakku that he’ll teach him ANYTHING. If there’s enough time to have Katara shown water healing lessons as well as arguing and fighting Pakku to teach her combative techniques, WHY THEN DOES EVERYONE IGNORE TRAINING THE GOD DAMN AVATAR!!! The fate of the world rests on Aang learning the 4 elements, but for some reason they completely leave it out?

Now Katara is mentioned to teach him in the future like in the original, but the problem now in this version is that while Katara is gifted and talented, unlike the original show she’s never formally trained (outside of healing lessons) by Pakku or a master to warrant her to become Aangs official waterbending teacher. They are literally leaving the training of the most important person of their time to an AMATEUR!!!

a baffling diversion?!?!

Finally my last big problem with the show is the handling of the ending scene. Take in mind that the fire nation sends an entire fleet, no, hundreds upon hundreds of ships to invade, subjugate and snuff out an entire civilisation, and to take out the avatar, once and for all. Also consider the sheer loss of life and devastation that was unleashed by the ocean spirit upon them when zhao murdered the moon spirit, they got hit back hard and then some, honestly it was spectacular to watch! The problem, according to Ozai: “it was all according to plan”…..

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!?!?!

apparently it’s revealed that the North Pole wasn’t the “real target”, but instead a “clever ploy” to instead… invade Omashu?? First of all, who are you creating a diversion for??? We don’t see earth kingdom soldiers coming to assist the fight in Agna Q’ela? It’s not like we ever see waterbenders helping to defend Omashu when we were there earlier, it’s not like anyone outside the protagonists was aware of Aangs premonition (oh by the way why didn’t Kyoshi warn Aang it was a “diversion”??) WHO ARE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT???

and again, just to reiterate, you are saying you sacrificed an ENTIRE INVASION FORCE, big enough to destroy a whole society, which led to a huge loss of life and ships which YOU CLAIM was “to be expected”…. In order for you to take one city???? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING JOKING??? That’s not just bad writing, that is beyond STUPID!!! Oh and just to add, unlike in the show where Bumi willingly surrenders to avoid the destruction of Omashu, instead opting to wait for the right opportunity to free it later, saving his people doing so, here we see him bruised and bloodied after a siege! Yeah, one of the most powerful earth-benders in the world is taken out offscreen!!! CHRIST ALL BLOODY MIGHTY!!!

okay… rant over… 😮‍💨😮‍💨

#avatar the last airbender #aang #atla remake #kataang #avatar

[artzychic27]

Hey Artzy, do you have any tips on how to write an OC without making them a Mary Sue?

I guess, just don’t make them overly perfect and “can do no wrong.” There’s nothing wrong with seemingly perfect characters like how I wrote Aurore, becuase she feels pressured by her parents to be perfect. Now, if you take away the bit about her parents, make her incredibly self righteous, give her all of these natural talents without any sort of practice, have everyone fawning over her, and let her always be in the right about everything and everyone who says she’s wrong is a piece of shit, then she becomes a Mary Sue

Like a certain someone…

Here are the Science Kids for example, OCs, and the canon ones I fleshed out

Aurore: Straight A’s and definitely getting into her top school, but how will she tell her parents she’s a lesbian and can’t keep being their “golden child” right before she cuts all ties with them and goes to live with her brother?

Denise: An enby with a physique body builders would kill for, yet they feel overworked by their parents simply because they’re the strongest in the family and the elder twin

Simon: Tech Wiz often commissioned to create promo videos for upcoming events, still not completely over their parents abuse and still has mental and physical scars

Reshma: Beautiful, modest rich girl with a love for magical girl anime and anime in general, BUT! She has difficulties knowing if potential love interests truly love her and not her status or looks. Also, has some difficulties trusting older men due to incidents at galas

Jean: Plucky theater kid with a flare for dramatics and has an amazing boyfriend. Who would have guessed that this guy still blames himself for his mom leaving?

Ismael: Cool skateboarder, loves magic tricks, and always seem so cool under pressure. His personality is just a mask to cover up the fact that he’s emotionally drained due to the torment his mother puts him through when he gets home and that his dad wasn’t able to get custody of him after the divorce

Mireille: Pleasant shy girl with a meek demeanor everyone seems to love? Throw in a bastard dad who keeps trying to push her into the spotlight despite the fact that she is painfully shy!

Cosette: On their way to become Paris’ next top makeup artist! How fun! Oh, what’s this? Their “perfect” older siblings are total assholes and this stems from the fact that their mother is emotionally distant and hasn’t once complimented or shown physical affection to any of her own children? And now they put on this cool “I’m here for it” persona and crack jokes to mask their tears?… Wow

Lacey: Let’s see… Incredibly athletic, cute yet badass… Dead parents. Has to take care of both her grandparents and younger brothers. Fears the day her grandparents will die as she does not feel mentally and emotionally ready to take care of her brothers all on her own and refuses to let people in and hell her so she does parkour and all sorts of other activities to null the pain

Marc: Talented writer with legs for days and a cute boyfriend. My, what could possibly be his flaw? Oh! I know! A bad case of anxiety, and depending on the universe, he’s still terrified of Lucien and believe he’s the one at fault for their relationship taking a toxic turn! Boom!

Zoé: Rich mom, rich dad. But, what’s this? The mom is a complete bitch (Which we already know) and is always pressuring her into looking and acting “like her daughter,” even going so far as to bleach her hair at a young age, forcing her to compete in beauty pageants, and the constant verbal abuse regarding her looks. The dad’s cool, though. He misses her dearly

See, no one’s perfect. Not all of them get straight A’s, and not all of them have parents who are super well off due to a thriving business or some shit, and not all of them have parents who are totally accepting of their genders and sexualities. They have to be human, and humans have flaws

#oc #writing an oc #ask me stuff #answered ask #Mary sue

[a-queer-crip-writes]

Nine Fingers

It still amazes him that he goes entire days without thinking of the war.

The farm is busy, though. Every day and every season, and part of the point of a co-op is that the burden and the joy of planning falls on everyone as well as the legwork.

And so, slowly, all the moments where memories used to rise up into like mist from damp earth have begun to fill with thoughts like We really need to cut back the cranberries this year; they’re getting leggy and I don’t want to start having think about stilts to pick the top ones; We’ve got so much sileage this spring, I wonder if the Selvars over the valley would swap a couple of their black-eared kids for some of it? or even just Oooh, a couple more days and those little pea pods will be just perfect to eat from the vine.

And he has a few regular partners now, not all of them from the old platoon; Annalise over from Selvars and David, two years in the co-op now, to go along with Reev and Alma and Zou. He doesn’t even think Annalise served; she is five or six years younger than him. A lifetime, in its way.

But what it means is that his nights and mornings are more and more frequently filled with chatter about the chickens or the nut trees, the teams on the local ball league or the serial they are all listening to on the radio along with warmth and kisses and pleasure. And even on the mornings where he wakes up alone the farmhouse is full of gentle noise, people to feed, and a gaggle of hungry fowl trumpeting their displeasure from their safe coop.

It does not mean he never wakes screaming in the night with his ears full of screams and bangs and choking breaths and his nose full of the stench of blood and ordure. Or that he is never woken by the screams of any of the others. Reev still has choking night terrors that leave them frozen and hard to wake, and Zou still attacks him in his sleep, occasionally; leaving bruises and welts and scratches that horrify him when he wakes. But they are all growing rarer over time. Weeks of peace and forgetfulness.

It is his turn to look after Emzy today. He used to dread that, when she was very small and a great deal of it involved walking her between Alma and Ru for feeds; terrified that any moment he looked away from her she would do herself a terminal injury. Now, when she is a chubby and robust 20-month-old, the danger of that is materially far greater; he occasionally wonders how humanity survived this long when a critical developmental stage seems to involve finding every possible new and exciting way to potentially kill oneself while giggling loudly all the while. But now he has somehow worked himself to loving his days with her, even if he is frequently more tired afterwards than after the hardest days of fieldwork.

One of her favourite games is luckily less potentially lethal. Pat-a-cake, David called it when he taught it to her, and by extension to all of them. She is beginning to babble the little rhyme that goes along with it; a wordless chuckle of sound that is like the unleavened dough of words.

It seems to have awoken her to the fact that she *has* hands. She likes to sit with her little fat legs stretched out in front of her, his long scarred ones spread out to make room for her and tiny chubby starfish hands spread out palm to palm with his. After rounds and rounds of Pat-a-cake finally loses its appeal, he has started counting fingers with her. One, waggling his thumb against hers. Two. Three.

Eventually, of course, they get to Nine and he has no finger there to waggle against hers, point at her with, or end up as a chew-toy for her budding gums. Just the stump, not even reaching the first joint. It had been longer, once, before the surgeon neatened it up for him, but he was grateful for their work - he had much better use of that hand now. Every time they get to Nine, and she still looks at her tiny soft finger rising alone above his stump with wonder. Until he distracts her by gently bumping his forehead against hers or blowing in her ear to make her giggle, and they go on to Ten.

One day she will likely have the words to ask about that. Why she has ten fingers and he has only nine. Why Ilma has a prosthetic leg that they still keep having to try to adjust to ease her stump, and Reev’s eye sometimes gets interference from their little harvest drone signals. Why all her parents carry scars, and how they met, and how she came to be.

He hopes by then that he - that they - might have better answers for her.

#fiction #slice of life fiction #solarpunk fiction

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

So I haven’t really posted anything actually spoilery yet but this will be!

Musical daddy Clark truly unreal. I love the opening number so much. I love how much dancing Lauren got to do this show, the joy on her face alone makes me want to cry. She and James had a bit in the opening number we love that duo. She and Joey also have a part in that choreo where they’re looking at each other and that was the moment I was really like oh god this is their first married SK show. Also I know I already brought this up but Joey wearing his ring for Bob is one thing, him wearing it from the very top of the show is NOT okay. I also shouldn’t be allowed to sit close to Lauren because I always get distracted, before it’s been her scars and her ring this time it was her sparkly eyeshadow fun! Also istg Lauren seems smaller every time I see her and the height difference between her and Joey seems worse.

Gift of the magi made me CRY. I forget how good Curt’s voice is and Janaya’s we KNOW is phenomenal and they were just so sweet together. And guys I cannot stress enough how amazing and hilarious this Joey Lauren Brian trio is like it MAKES act 1 for me. The whole song of that part Meredith posted on her story is SO funny. Also I’m fucking in love with Lauren’s costume in act 1 but even more so after the show she accidentally threw it off her head in that part.

L/J/B open little match girl and that song will not get out of my head. I’m not sure between Brian and Joey if the choreo was ever 100% perfect but we all know it adds to the charm. Lauren had to nudge Brian into the right place one show which was v cute. Ali is incredible and I’m so so happy to have her in a full length SK show again (but Lauren understudied match girl and ngl I would kill for rehearsal footage to hear those songs in her voice). This story was such a good showcase of how well SK combines the humour and the emotion.

Scrooge makes a little cameo in both of the stories which sets it up so well, and then the act 1 closer sets up for christmas carol.

I absolutely loved watching Meredith in the band and it’s so special how happy and proud she looks of her friends.

AJ’s scrooge is great and he brings a lot of fun little things to the characters, I think I just have a soft spot for Dylan’s scrooge because I have a soft spot for him that I don’t have for AJ.

The night Curt forgot his very first line in Bah Humbug and just said “yeah!” after Janaya was too funny and Joey put a hand on his back like “it’s okay” they’re all very cute. Honestly though that was probably the biggest fuck up. Joey is just like so so good as Bob obviously it’s perfect casting but it’s perfect casting.

3 spirits was even cooler the way it was staged this time.

Jaime’s I’m the ghost choreo was even funnier. Also nothing can compare with the Brian/Lauren siblings (finally!!) but Lauren was little sister again and was even cuter than last time, she had a little leg pop that was adorable and funny and then a little giggle at the end. And I remember being excited for Joey’s Fezziwig and then being like but he literally has one little part in that song, but he really did have fun with it and he had a cute interaction with Clark and Mere.

I love that scrooge with Curt and even after the 2021 show I’m still in disbelief over Janaya’s voice.

Christmas electricity is just the best fucking thing to see live the energy is so good. I did miss Lauren and Brian starting the song off (Clark was back to singing more of the interludes and we love Clark but there were a few I missed). AJ really was funny in this song. James slays so fucking hard. Lauren was wearing the black boots which I’m obsessed with. But she left early to make her quick change and THAT was when it hit me that I was about to experience the first married priceless.

And truly what to say. There were some ways it wasn’t as bad as previous versions, “this soil is rich” certainly no longer had THOSE implications. But literally just the fact that they *are* married and Joey’s wearing his wedding ring just got me even harder than I thought it would. There was also an EXCESSIVE amount of hand holding. And you’d think I’d be okay after the spin in the 2021 show but they did it in their slow mo section this time which was worse. And if that wasn’t enough, in the last show he spun her TWICE more in the last chorus in a way that definitely was not choreographed which you could see in Lauren’s face and I just. We KNOW they’re both phenomenal actors but we know even more that every bit of that is *real* and I will never recover. I say it every time but I cannot thank Clark enough for writing such a beautiful song for them. And at the end of the song Joey leaned his head on hers and I just looked at him and was like, that is a man who could not be happier performing with his wife. Also I absolutely think he tried to kiss her head the first show but she walked away. He was also the last to leave the stage at the end of the song and he was very proud husband/dad about it all. Jamie and Brian both *consistently* made Lauren break though which is always funny. Also in the first show there was someone in the front row who I think was not participating in cratchit family sing along so Lauren went right up to them and was singing right at them and then Janaya also shout-sang “priceless” at them. Which reminds me I do love that they got their hand mics back for this song. Also the last night Joey fucked up the part where they’re leaning out and wasn’t looking at Lauren when she was looking at him so she was acting offended but then when he did look at her they giggled and I love them endlessly.

Jim and Della became the couple in final ghost which was perfect. The decision to have Joey come out for the cratchit part holding tiny tim’s care bear was fucked up. Lauren leaning on his arm, also fucked up.

There was a new section in christmas day for Jim and Della which was really sweet, and a match girl appearance with an extra couple lines. It did mean we had to lose turkey boy which is kind of a tragedy because it means we’ve never *properly* gotten it live, but I do love love that they tied all the stories together like that and the emotional payoff was so good. We had Lauren donation man and her and AJ were really funny in that bit. Lauren had an entrance while the Bob and Scrooge bit was happening so watching her wait there like a proud wife for him to come and take her arm was 🥺

All that to say this is such a special show and the new additions are perfect and you should absolutely get a digital ticket!!!

#vhsmas spoilers #i am shortly getting on my flight home but if you have any questions feel free to ask #i always feel like i forget to mention stuff until prompted

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Where

Post-6.0. While recovering in Sharlayan, Agi and Estinien consider where they will make their home. SFW.

Estinien, blinking sleep out of his eyes, first noticed that his lady wife was not in bed with him. With an impatient exhale, he rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. Too damn fancy for my taste, but it’s also not my home. They were still guests of the Leveilleurs (along with Luci) while Agnes recovered from their foray to Ultima Thule. She and Esme need rest. I don’t care how many servants or Scions I’ll scowl at---let my wife rest!

“Oh sorry, love. Didn’t mean to wake you.” A smiling Agnes said quietly as she emerged from the bathroom and padded back to bed. Once in bed, she turned on her side and curled into his side. Like normal. She’s alive and safe and happy…and in a little while, we’ll have our daughter.

“You didn’t wake me. Tis almost nine in the morning.” He whispered, wrapping a scar-filled arm around her shoulder. “I already told the servants to leave us be until we call.”

Agnes giggled. “Thank fuck. I appreciate them, and they’re all very nice…but…it’s just all a bit much.” She sighed and laid a hand on his stomach. “I realized something just now. I mean, not when I was in the toilet but…oh fuck it, we need to think about our future.”

Estinien raised an eyebrow. “Our future?”

“Yes. Where will we live? We never talked about that other than agreeing that you don’t want to live near my Mum.” Luci is an amazing woman, but there is no fucking way I’m living so close to my mother-in-law. “So, where would you want us to live? Because I don’t think the Varlineau Traveling Vagabonds should be a thing.” She giggled more and tickled him a little.

“Varlineau Traveling Vagabonds? How long did it take you to come up with that?” He teased, squeezing her shoulder. My wife is so smart. Beautiful, kind, and smart.

She craned her neck to look up at him and stuck out her tongue. “Very little time I’ll have you know! And you haven’t answered my question!”

Estinien sighed. “We could list places and see what we’d both like. Ul’dah is a no for me.”

Agnes nodded. “I might be a Captain in the Flames and Mum’s family is there but…no. Gridania is a fuck no from me, love.”

I would rather gouge out mine own eyes than live in that place. “Agreed. Absolutely not to Limsa—”

“Because of the proximity to Mum.” She giggled, tickling his stomach again. “Ishgard?”

Heaving a large sigh, Estinien screwed his eyes shut. On the one hand: still in Eorzea in case Agi is needed. Hot springs…and Aymeric. On the other hand: assholes, religious zealots, everyone in our business, and I’m not sure our children will be accepted. “I…as much as…what I mean to say is—”

Agnes hummed softly. “I don’t want to live in a fucking tundra. Shirogane?” Well yes, thank you Agi for putting that so plainly.

“I like Shirogane and Kugane quite a bit. We enjoy going there. The only downside I see is that I’m not sure how they feel about an elezen and hyur having children.” I worry about that. I don’t want our children to go through what Hilda did.

“Yes, I’m not sure either. I could ask Hancock, but…”

I’VE BLOODY GOT IT!!!! “What about Radz-at-Han? Vrtra would be happy to have us. I’m sure he or someone at the Megadhuta could assist us with finding housing. I remember you saying when we arrived in Thavnair that you said it felt like home.” Fuck, I’m rambling. I’m far too excited about this prospect. Truly, I believe it’s the perfect place for us and our family.

Grinning, his wife nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes, it truly does feel like home. I mean, Costa del Sol will always have a special place in my heart, but Thavnair just feels…right, you know? And people won’t be weird as fuck around us or Esme.” She shifted, now sitting up with both hands on her growing belly. “Well Esme, what do you think? Radz-at-Han?”

“Hmph. Esme, were she born and able to speak, would agree, I’m sure.” If she’s anything like Agi, then she’ll be smart, kind, and have a heart of gold. Here’s hoping you don’t get my looks, Esme.

Agnes rubbed her belly and giggled. “You hear that, little one? We’re going to live in Radz-at-Han. That’s where you’ll be growing up. We love you so much. Do you think she can hear us, love?” She turned to ask Estinien, whose eyes were wide.

How the fuck am I supposed to know?! “Maybe? If she can, then…ahem…be a good baby for Mummy, alright?” He sat up next to Agnes and placed a scarred hand on her belly. You’re safe and loved, Esme. Mummy’s right---we love you. “You getting hungry?”

“Oh yes. Do you mind heading to the Last Stand and—”

Estinien chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Aye. Your usual?”

“Yes! Wait, no!” She’s very excited about breakfast. “How about a sausage and cheese biscuit with a side of crispy popotes with those cheese curd things on top?” Goodness, she’s hungrier than I thought! Get a move on, Varlineau, your wife needs food!

Quickly slipping on clothes, Estinien leapt from the window of their room at the Leveilleur Estate, to Agnes’s amusement. “LOVE! THERE IS A FUCKING DOOR!”

#agnes currai #agnes varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol #wolstinien #pregnancy #there is no way estinien is living near luci sorry lol #these two dorks #agi 'ishgard is too fucking cold' currai varlineau