#this was supposed to be broken up in little parts but i didnt mean to write this much so i just made it a stand alone

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors- part III

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about it but I thought the idea was nice ig… I can also take requests if you want to haha THIS IS THE LAST PART

>warning: fluff

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

On that night you and Jisung bonded again, healing the wounds you caused each other. You finally got your brother back after weeks of ignoring each other.

He made a plan to redeem himself and fix what he broken. Han was regretting the way he made the both of you feel.

Thats why, little to your knowledge, you were outside the JYPE company after weeks of refusing to go there, with some food Jisung asked you to bring. He told you he had dance practice today and that he forgot his snacks and he was feeling a bit edgy today.

To your surprise, the man you were meeting behind the dance studio door wasn’t your brother. It was your lover, well technically ex lover.

- Hi! you said with a little voice I am looking for Jisung!

- He is at the dorm today. He has a day off!

- Oh…. He didnt tell me…

- How are things between you? he asked with a voice so little you could barely hear it

- We are ok now. He is being nice lately. How about you two? Did everything go back to normal?

-Not really. It’s really awkward between us… He- I can see how guilty he feels about it all and I felt guilty too for a while. We forgave each other but I can still see the guilt in his eyes…

-Yeah he still feels guilty about it all. I see it too. But please don’t hold a grudge against him.

-I don’t. I don’t blame him as I would’ve probably done the same, but his guilt wont change the fact that I lost you!

-I am so sorry Min! I know you hate me, god I hate myself! But please, please try to work things put with him.

- Who said I hate you? God I love you way too much to even think about hating you!

-You do?

-Would it change anything if I would?

-It would change everything Min! You whispered softly

-I do! I love you so much I dressed your pillow in your shirt and hugged it every night before sleep! I love you so much that you are the only thing on my mind. I love so so much that I cannot even breathe without you being right by my side!

Without a second thought you dropped the bag of snack that you still had in your hand, along with your bag and ran straight into his arms, collapsing your lips on his.

He hold you so close and so tight as if he was scared you’d disappear. He kissed you back so passionately until you ran out of breath.

-I love you so so much too Min! You whispered between your breaths hugging him closer to you

Minho kissed you softly again and again and again until you heard giggles from the door. You slowly break away, turning to the door.

-I guess my plan worked? said a shy Han

-I don’t know, was your plan to get your sister to kiss me?

- I- it was supposed to get you back together… Didn’t it worked? You just kissed I thought-

- We did kiss Ji, but that doesn’t mean he will give me another chance.

- Thats not even a question jagiya! You’re all mine from now on! All mine only mine! said Minho kissing your temple

-Well then I guess your plan worked Ji!

- Are you ok with me dating your sister Hanjishi?

-I know I was a brat last time, but honestly I would rather have someone I trust date her than someone who will break her heart!

-Thank you Ji! You said running to hug him

-Just so you know Minho hyung, you hurt her and I’m going for your babies! said han with a serious tone

-I wouldn’t even dare to hurt her! And by the way, Im not letting you near Soonie Doognie or Dori ever again!

You laugh at the most important boys in your life. You were happy again! You made up with your brother, you got back together with the love of your life! Life was good again because your life was back into your arms!

Author’s note:

This is the last part. Its short but I didn’t feel the story the way I felt it at the start. I gave them the ending they deserved and I hope you guys like it even a little. Its not the best story and Im not the best writer, I can’t even call myself a writer lol, but I enjoyed writing it so I will continue to write stuff. My requests are open if you have any ideas you want to share, even if its a written story or a fake text scenario. I hope you guys liked it and you’ll hear from me soon

#stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #skz imagine #skz imagines #skz fic #skz fanfic #stray kids lee know #skz lee know #stray kids lee minho #skz lee minho #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #lee know x reader

[ravennaortiz]

Snowman: Day 8

Summary: Fluffy Gilly x Reader

"That's a lotta money man. You sure about this?" questioned Coco looking at his best friend skeptically. "I've never been more sure. You didnt see the sadness in her eyes like I did. That thing meant something special to her and I gotta make it right." replied Gilly as he waved the little old lady over who had shown him to the glass display case when they walked in.

"Did you find what you were looking for hun?" asked the store clerk as she joined the two Mayans. "Yes, mam." replied Gilly as he pointed his purchase out. "This chick must mean a lot to you" stated Coco matter of factly as they waited for the clerk to check them out. Gilly sighed before responding. "More than just about everything in this physical world. Shes the one who got away but then she came back. I cant mess this up again" replied Gilly as he took his bag from the clerk and the two men made there way outside.

*Your House*

It was late when you got home from your shift at the local hospital. What was suppose to have been an easy 10 hours turned into a painful 14. You just wanted to shower and go to bed. You tensed as you trudged up your porch stairs when you saw a large figure stand up from your porch swing. "Sorry, I should have called" stated Gilly mentally kicking himself for not thinking this part through. "Its okay" you replied offering him a gentle smile before your eyes fell on the box in his hands. "That for me?" you asked curiously as you looked back to his face. "Yes, just a little something..... kind of an apology....olive branch after the other day. Truly didn't mean for your house to get trashed" explained Gilly as he nervously shifted from foot to foot.

You considered the man in front of you for a moment. Unsure what to make of what was going on between you two now. So many years had passed and things had changed. You couldn't deny though that your love for the man in front of you hadn't dwindled. Offer an olive branch, you could almost hear and see your late mother saying that phrase to you. Your heart ached at the memory of her. She had never liked anyone you were involved with but she had had a soft spot for Gilly. Those two had been thick as thieves when you guys had dated.

"Want to come in? I was going to order a pizza." you stated as you opened the door and stepped in the house. Gilly was shocked by your offer and followed slowly in case you changed your mind. He followed you through the house and into the kitchen. Nothing had changed in all the years since he had last stepped foot in this home. Your mother had left the house to you when she passed a few months ago and you had moved back and started renovating it. "Open this and I'll order the pizza" stated Gilly as he handed you the box and made his way back to the living room.

Setting the box on the table you grabbed a knife and cut through the tape. You wondered at what it could be as you shifted through the bubble wrap and packing peanuts until your hand hit something hard. You gasped as you pulled the Snowman figurine out, tears springing to your eyes. It looked exactly like the one your mother had given you years ago when you first started collecting them. You had been devastated when it had been broken when some of Gillys club brothers had shown up while he was helping you with a project. They had been day drinking and started play fighting each other and one thing had lead to another and a literal fight had started. Most of the damage done had been to your things, including that irreplaceable snowman.

"I know it will never be the same but I hope it brings you comfort" stated Gilly quietly as he rejoined you. "Thank you" you murmured as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek as you smiled down at the figurine. Maybe this was your mothers way of bringing you happiness back to your life.

Tag List: @darqchilddaydreamz

#ravennasmasterlist #christmas #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc #gilly lopez mayans #gilly lopez x reader #mayans gilly

[a-pretty-nerd]

Watching Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles makes me wanna be a kid again.

It makes me want to go back in time and look at my 13yr old self and say, "You do what makes you happy! You hear me? Don't listen to anyone! ESPECIALLY your mother! Cringe isn't real and never was! Shave half your head! Wear boy's clothes! The heavy eyeshadow looks great! Be the little menace you were born to be!"

As someone in their early twenties, rottmnt has helped me realize exactly how precious those years in your life are. And how much I wasted them by trying to act more mature than I was. By allowing the people around me to pressure me into behaving like a mini-adult when I was only 16. I wish I would have let myself be a kid and enjoy the things I didn't let myself enjoy.

I was 13 when tmnt 2012 aired and I really liked it. I tried to express my interest, but apart of me felt embarrassed. I was under the impression that I was "too old" for these kinds of cartoons. (Yes because Black Butler was so much better? Recovering emo kid.) The 2010s were a dark time, my children. You see, I was a girl. And girls my age weren't supposed to like immature boy shows like that. Icky! So my love for tmnt remained hidden for many year.

UNTIL rottmnt graces my silly little screen. Idk if you know this about me, but 2D animation will ALWAYS win over 3D in my opinion and OH MY BANANA PANCAKES was I head over heels for the rottmnt art style. It takes so much influence from the cartoons I grew up with but has such a fresh and interesting take on an old model like tmnt. I'll rewatch the show and notice something new in the animation everytime. Maybe a new face animation I didn't catch before, or a reference, or a funny little bit happening in the background. I'm sure I'm insufferable to watch it with.

It's the stories that get me everytime. The characters are so well written and the acting is PEAK. You really get the sense that people ENJOYED working on this show in every department. And on top of that, it all makes me feel like rottmnt has finally embraced something I feel has been missing from tmnt for a while now. Childhood whimsy.

Yes, the original comics are dark, yes I would watch the hell out of a more adult/mature Muntant Ninja Turtle show, BUT TMNT is about four TEENAGERS fucking around and finding out! Let the children act like children! Looking back at the older adaptations has really made me realize how serious they were trying to be. AND FOR WHAT? WHY MR. BAY!? WHY DOES THE 17YR OLD TURTLE NEED A TATTOO?? WHY!"

I digress. Watching rottmnt at the tender age of 23 has made me realize that not only are they actual children, but they're showing a whole bunch of real life kids what being a kid looks like. Being a kid looks like the lair games, where sibling compete in fun activities, or bicker over pizza toppings. Being a kid looks like hyperfixating on a video game. It looks like having a fun snow day with friends. Like learning how to communicate without putting anyone out. Like learning responsibility in a way that doesn't look like taking care of your alcoholic parent- I MEAN SAVING THE PLANET FFROM THE KRANGGG!!!

Needless to say, this silly little show has helped me heal a part of my inner kid I didnt even realize was even broken. It helped me process my childhood from a new angle, and finally mourn the loss of a proper childhood. Watching the show makes me feel like I've reclaimed all the "cringe" things I didn't let myself have as a kid. And the best part is, I'm not alone.

-Cowabummer ✌

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #thank you rottmnt #cowabunga #cowabummer

[shy-the-schizophrenic]

Holy shit. I didn't realize I was losing it. I knew psychosis was on its way I didn't know it was here. I'm obsessing, paranoid, delusional. I'm stuck in this mindset that everything that's going to go wrong will. That anything I can think of him doing, he's doing. No evidence, just pure "intuition". I see one thing and suddenly it means something else. I'm taking pieces and going off that without seeing the bigger picture. He's right. I haven't been being nice. I am until I perceive danger. Something is going wrong. He's deceiving me. I don't even know if it's true. Reality and "my reality" are overlapping. I don't know what's real and what's not. I didn't realize I've been non stop punishing him. Going after him for every little thing. He must be realizing this isn't worth it. I'm literally acting like a crazy person. I can't even imagine how he must feel. Maybe it's time for a trip to the psych ward... Kade I'm so sorry. I keep telling you to do better when I need to do better too. We're both wrong and I've only said you're wrong. I've been acting like an asshole and wondering why you're pulling away. Which makes me act even crazier. You're right. I've lost my mind. This breakup has made me lose my sanity and I didn't even know it. I gotta fix this. Right now I'm no good for you either. And that kills me to say that. I deal with things in a very different way. An erratic way and I know you're the calm type. You deal with things rationally. You think and lead with logic and I lead with emotion and irrationality. My world has been turned uprated upside down and am now in what I call "my spiral". And that's what I'm doing spiraling. I've lost it. I've never taken a break before. Besides with Frankie. So no ex boyfriend has seen this part of me trying to cope with the loss of them. They never see how far I fall and how I'm no longer really right in the head. They get to leave, move on. I'm stuck doing this. My process. The fucked up process. I'm sorry you're seeing it. I know I need to let you go. I don't want to. It's going to kill me and I won't recover for a long time. But you deserve better than me. This mindset isn't going away. This psychosis isn't going away. Not anytime soon. And I know it's hard to be around me during this time. So I don't want you to have to endure my insanity. I can't even do it. I love you. And I think loving you is letting you go so you can be happy. You deserve happiness and peace and calm. Not someone who isn't even in her right mind. I don't want to lose you but I've already lost you. I push people past their limits. I perceive deception when there isn't any once trust is broken. This part of me is the part that I can't fix. So I'll see you tomorrow for my things and then I'll let you go. I love you and I'm forever sorry for everything I've done to you when I was supposed to be a good girlfriend. I really tried. I just didnt have the tools in my toolbox.

[to-the-moon-and-never-be-back]

progress?

3.4.24

im still not yet better. i mean there's progress, but im still quite not there yet.

life's just quiet most of the time, and i guess at my first attempt to be better, i interpretted that as me healed and whatnot. and then at my first crisis i went back to before and just thought that im back to square one. but im not.

i now know that it takes problems, conflicts to go through what im going through now. my main concern is coping through crisis, because i didnt want to live and my self-worth was at an all time low, my immediate mechanism in crisis is to want to kill myself, make myself devoid of feelings because im not used to processing, or hurt myself in lots of different ways.

and i know it's likely to go into relapses or be back to before but now i know why or well ive got a deeper reason as to why it happens. it used to be because 'it's a part of the healing process, ups and down kind of thing' but i know now that it's a part of my own trauma, i know that even before, i had quiet times, peaceful times. times where it felt like im okay. then one crisis later im punching the walls or mirrors, slashing my wrists with a razor or a broken glass, stabbing my hand, inserting an iv to my hand, punching my face. all for different reasons, recently to feel in control and to punish myself for feeling fear when confronted with fear. (this isn't how im supposed to tackle this issue but, oh well) it needs to stop. the hurtings. because i can't even focus on how to work on what they want me to work on because im to focused on my trauma, which im not saying is bad but just counter-productive to what they want me to be doing. this may be why i never actually got better with treating them better, i just got good with tolerating it. another reason as to that is because they make me feel like shit so.

i think id still continue on my course before as to how to get through my situation with them, try not to fear it and hopefully manipulate them into stopping. hopefully. anyway i have been relapsing but the thoughts are better than before, i think. atleast less recurring although ive had some bad days recently. but im actively trying to go through with it.

last time ive had bad feelings i tried to cuddle with my little brother to try and make myself feel better, although i ended up drinking two bottles of beer pa rin later on, i think it was marginally better than the usuals.

[r0mantic-h0micide]

i was writing more posts but they all were about my abuser and then i would start to dissociate and stare. then the thought of what i was saying would leave my brain and i couldnt finish what i was trying to say. so maybe its best that i just dont talk about it. theres no point in talking about it anyway, is there? i mean really, if you think about it, theres no point. whats done is done. nothing can change what happened to me. sometimes i wish it hadnt left me as broken as i am, but ive accepted things as they are for the most part.

sometimes i just wish people knew. i think it would make everything so much more clear. if people knew what happened between myself and my abuser, i think theyd understand more about me. but maybe its what happened between myself and zachariah that would help people understand better. my abuser was mostly physically abusive. for the most part, i suppose there isnt much to tell there.

but zachariah was different. it was deeper. he took my nothingness and turned it to pain and anger. he pulled me out of myself, all the way to the surface, just to suffocate me even more. and whats worse is that he had me begging for it. suddenly, one day, he turned the emptiness into burning rage and thats all i could feel for a long time. still, there are pieces of my memory that my brain has hidden away, but i remember the rage, even if its a vague and shadowy picture.

there arent enough words to even begin to explain how he made me feel. it was the high of my life. he made me feel special, like i was the only one he had ever cared about, even though i knew he wasnt capable of caring for anyone. even though i knew, if he wanted, i would be dead. but that was it, wasnt it? he chose not to. he chose to keep me around when he was so clear that when he was done with me, he would throw me away. to me, he was higher than god. an untouchable being that i was lucky to even be speaking to.

i never tell anyone anything about zachariah because then theyd know. theyd know that i am fucked up beyond repair. the things that he groomed me to find attractive are dangerous. i hate being looked at like im crazy. i didnt ask to be this way. i dont know anything different and i never had a chance to. sometimes, some of the things that i think to myself, make me sick to my stomach.

and its a burden that i bear alone because no one would understand and even if they did, its not like that would make it any better. i know its bad. i know my internal monologue is grotesque. im the one fighting it everyday. and sometimes i just wish that people knew that im trying so hard to change. and i wish they knew that i had to change. and i wish they knew why.

but every time i explain even just a little bit of how i felt about zachariah, how i still feel about zachariah, i have to see horror painted across that person's face. to me, its all ive known. to me, it was normal. there are still things that im learning arent normal that i thought were completely normal.

i wish things could have turned out differently. im pretty accepting of what has happened to me in my past. there isnt anything that i can do now. and honestly with the way i grew up, i didnt have much of a chance of turning out normal anyway. but i wish i could look at that little 11 year old girl and tell her that everything is okay and that she doesnt need to turn to strangers on the internet for validation. i wish i could tell her to do things differently.

its not something i spend my time beating myself up for. whats done is done. living life in regret isnt something i want for myself, its also just not who i am. but i'd like to think theres another world out there with another version of me where that little 11 year old was outside playing with friends instead of inside wishing she was dead because no one loved her. instead of turning to the internet for something that even resembled attention. and then she grew up with a normal high school experience and was nice and made friends. its comforting to think that, even if i have to go through all this pain, she doesn't.

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍

( if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. )

chara : ran haitani fandom : tokyo revengers quote cr : michelle hodkin

nights with ran are never quite what you expect. if you went back in time, told yourself what routine fell on said day, you'd think you were lying.

it is 10:29 on a friday night. you are lounging on the couch, fingers absentmindedly combing through blond and black strands. ran sits cross legged on the ground before you, attentively watching the television before he scoots back against the couch, wedging his way between your knees.

"this is, uh, very domestic of you."

ran looks up at you, brows raised in question.

“what is?”

“i dunno,” comes your hesitant voice, “we’re watching a family sitcom together while i play with your hair -- because you asked me to, by the way.”

“want to do something else?”

“no, i like this.”

your response comes immediately without a single thought; the words are so genuine that ran smiles instinctively. his gaze focuses once more on the screen, the apartment filled with silence once more. you roll your eyes occasionally at the cheesy jokes they throw in, curious how much the writers get paid for this, but you do like this. you like spending time with ran and finding solace in each other’s presence. you like being with him and knowing that you could merely just sit together and you would still be happy.

the show you’re watching is about marriage and settling down-- the ups and downs of having that hectic family life, one you don’t imagine you would have in a very long time, if at all.

it piques your interest in a weird way, truthfully, and before you know it, you’re thinking about your future : where you see yourself in the years to come, whether life will be kind to you, and whether ran will always be by your side. the words spill out without much consideration, and you almost regret it, afraid of where this conversation could possibly lead.

“ran ran, do you ever think about that stuff? getting married and all?”

of course he wouldn’t, is the initial thought; you’re both so young-- it’s not like ran has had the most ideal lifestyle for such things. being in a gang, getting into endless fights -- it’s the farthest thing from peace and tranquility, but you’re still here, despite it all.

ran pauses. you almost sense a newfound tension in his shoulders, but maybe you imagined it -- but what if you didn’t? what if you fucked up and brought up a topic he wasn’t comfortable discussing yet? what if --

“not really. why, you wanna get married to me?” ran looks up at you again, a familiar grin on his face. it’s annoying-- it’s really annoying, and you hate the fact that your face burns up at this teasing. maybe you were paranoid for no reason. “let’s get married, then.”

"wh--"

his grin grows wider. you didn’t know it could do that. gross. 

you stammer on your words, feel your soul ascend to the void-- somewhere ungodly, probably, and ran doesn’t say a single word. not one word. he watches and waits, entirely amused. he’s serious, he is. he’s never really thought of things in the long run; marriage has never seemed like it would be in the cards for him, but then again, life has a strange way of playing out.

“stop looking at me, ugly. watch the show!”

“you didn’t say no.”

“so?”

“so? try again later?”

you can feel your blood pressure shooting through the roof. with your face on fire and that stupid, smug expression on his, he divides his attention to the show. you start messing with his hair again, mumbling under your breath in purpose of shifting the topic to something less embarrassing.

"did you want french?"

"a french kiss?"

you stare at him, entirely deadpan as he meets your gaze for the third time in what feels like twenty years.

"braid. did you want a french braid, dumbass?"

"you can do whatever you want if you kiss me."

you sigh in defeat, shake your head at his nonsense, and lean down to kiss him. he smiles into the affectionate gesture, all too amused at your theatrical annoyance.

“i’m going to cut your hair, then.” you murmur against his lips, laughing when he chuckles at your half-hearted threat. the strings of your heart ache with a tenderness as you gather the courage to speak again, your body still warm from his touch. “i’ll marry you, dummy. but we’ve got all the time in the world, so let’s wait, okay?”

ran blinks at you in utter shock -- he didn’t think he’d get this far. he swallows hard, takes a few moments to process what you’ve said, and now he’s grinning-- again.

“try again tomorrow?”

“ask me again and i’ll really cut your hair, ran.”

“day after tomorrow?”

“why don’t you look up if it’s possible to get divorced before we even get married, baby?”

ran laughs when you protest as he climbs onto the couch with you, effectively draping himself over your body. his lips meet yours in another kiss, one that begins and ends with a promise of a happy future and ending.

( he’ll ask when the time is right, when all the cards are in place, and when that day comes, he will know it to be his fondest memory with you. )

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #this was supposed to be broken up in little parts but i didnt mean to write this much so i just made it a stand alone #but maybe i'll write a lowkey part 2 or smth . do not perceive me i love him ur honor #don't ask me why ! he is lame and yet i #.: writing

[spontaneousglitterbees]

have you ever gone back to a memory that really messed you up when you were younger but reading back through the proof it wasn’t even marginally as bad as you thought it was?

#like back in the day i tried my hand at writing n//sf//w for the first time bc i was in an rp had .a broken knee and it wasnt like #a s//mut rp or anything it was a normal rp and it happened to come up and like #i didnt now anything about Doing the Do and i just kind of implied literally everything its not even really n//sf/w #its all about emotional states and junk #but i felt SO dirty at the time #and horrified because then they were basically married and had kids and ugh #it stressed me out so much #i mean the thought of carrying a child terrifies me viscerally and it was so uncomfortable at the time #because i would overinvest myself into these little stories emotionally and it was legitimately upsetting at the time #because youre not supposed to have the Do or kids until youre married or at least in a relationship and i was a nerd exploring my sense of #self i wasnt even close to emotionally prepared for that and i see now with maturity that the whole thing was so silly #but at the time it bothered my silently #thus i abandoned cherubplay #the rp was actually very cute reading it again!! kudos to the person that put up with me #but its honestly kind of hilarious to look back now and see how ABSOLUTELY SOILED i was for writing what amounts to bad introspective #narration because i rly wanted to avoid the ethereal concept of a d//ick #i mean im still ace af and i accept that s//ex is a part of life even if i choose not to make it part of mine for now #but back then it was compulsive and legitimate fear #somehow becoming less than a good person for having rpd s//mut but not really doing that at all #it makes me wonder what else i thought way too much into and blew up to bigger proportions than were ever warranted #also bless the people that would rp with me in those days #yall taught me a lot even if we were just writing fan stories with eachother #i mean i still rp and i still have growing to do but weve come pretty far #..txt

[toriowlfluff]

PART 6

The long awaited DECKED-OUT COMIC IS BACK! Well…”comic”. It’s more of a picture story :o because I just couldn’t keep up with the comic style I was going for before. I hope you don’t mind!

More is under the cut!

it becomes morning over Docs peculiar half mansion. The sun just peaks over the horizon as rays of its warmth hit the two sleeping hermits right on their faces. Well, on one of their faces. Grian was curled up on Docs chests, covered by warm protective fingers that belonged to a hand far bigger than any of the other hermits in the colony.

Docs face scrunches up like an annoyed cat, knowing they need to get up. With gentle eyes he lightly brushes his fingers over the soft feathers that belong to Grian. The only reponse he got was a groggy squeek.

"Grian. We better get up soon, you dont want to leave Mumbo waiting."

Doc had made plans with Mumbo and Iskall to meet up in front of the Townhall by morning so they couldn't sleep in this time.

The creeper hybrid sighed and lightly poked Grian as a Plan B, which earned him a jab and an annoyed Tiny that is sitting up now, still covered by green fingers.

"Alright alright... let's get ready then."

by the time they left Docs base, Grian had developed a certain nervousness to him. he was skittish and unsure with every step Doc took away from the safe confines of their overnight shared home.

"Doc... you're gonna be with me right?"

The Avian stammered. sitting on Docs shoulders as they headed through the nether path ways.

Doc replied with utmost calmness.

"I will, I'll be right behind you. but remember. 'You' gotta do the talking part."

Grian unfolded his wings and flutters into Docs now open palm.

"Of course!"

Docs chuckling echoed through the tunnels as they soon arrived at the Netherportal they were heading to. And with one last breath Grian felt Doc move through it, teleporting them to a fresh breeze of overworld air.

The morning sun partly illuminated the path in front of them. dots of shiny light rays littered the floor.

There, a bit further ahead was Mumbo and Iskall, both facing the opposite direction of the impressive Town hall.

Docs mellow expression turned into a frown when he looked down at the tiny bird in his hands who is now clutching his little heart, scrunching up the fabrik of his red sweater he was wearing. The Shifter suddenly felt a strong desire to protect and reassure him.

His expression turned relaxed again in order to not show his concern.

"Hey, it'll be alright. it's just our clumsy Mumbo afterall."

His big fingers brushing circles into the tinies' back. He felt Grian relax, even just a little bit.

"I know.. it's just Mumbo."

And with that he took to the skies and started flying towards the moustached man and his friend.

It didnt take long for him to land right behind them. They seemed to tower above him, making this mission far more expreme than he initially thought. But setting his stupid primal fears aside, he opted to open his mouth with a short "uhm, Mumbo?"

He felt his heart do a leap of adrenaline when both of his supposed best friends turned around. They first looked around but soon locked eyes onto him on the ground in front of them.

For Mumbo, Grian seemed to be miles away, so fragile, so out in the open so... small. He had to fight every fiber of his being to not scoop him up and protect him from the harsh reality of the world.

And for Grian it took every cell in his body to not step back out of instinct.

His confidence in self control crashed though, when Mumbo kneeled down, speaking an unsure "Grian," ultimately making the smaller flinch and step back an inch or two.

"O-oh sorry, my bad-"

Mumbo immediately apologized. The bird Tiny could only focus on his raven haired friend now, he knew Iskall was still there but his view was filled with just Mumbo now.

Trying his hardest, he swallowed his unnecessary shock with a shaky,

"It's a-alright,"

A short but painful silence was broken when both of them stammered eachothers names at the same time.

"M-Mumbo,"

"Grian,"

"Oh, Sorry,"

"Sorry-"

They chuckle at eachother from the shear absurdity of their predicament.

The nervous laughs died down when Grian held up his hand to indicate he'd start talking and Mumbo let him.

"Listen Mumbo,"

the air around them has softened considerably,

"I wanna apologize for what I did yesterday. I might have overreacted a little bit,"

Mumbo interjected, his face filled with an expression of regret and guilt.

"I..might have overreacted aswell, I... shouldnt've done the thing I did. I don't wanna blame it on anything else but I sure got a lot of work to do when it comes to respecting boundaries don't I?" Both of them smile at eachother, "-besides I feel like I deserve this in particular."

Mumbo held his left hand out in front of them, showing off the two bandaids around his fingers Grian sliced to get free.

"Oh yeah.. that part, I- I’m sorry.."

Grian looks guiltily away, holding his other arm protectively.

Mumbo sighed with a smile, making Grians hair flow in the wind created by it and making the smaller look back up at him.

"It was my fault to begin with, Grian. I'll work on my pants behavior.. which is pants, let's not deny that here."

They chuckle again at Mumbo's use of words.

The winged hermit suddenly stops as Mumbo continued his soft fit of chuckles. All the fear he had from the day before vanished. This was Mumbo through and through. His best friend. He wondered why he never understood it sooner. He felt anger and regret and happiness seep through him for a second before landing on an emotion he couldn't even name.

With one leap he hugged the Redstone genius' nose, who's hands immediately came up to hold his tiny friend in place.

"I forgive you, you big lug, I didn't mean to hurt you. And I promise I'll be more careful too."

Mumbo knew and just pressed Grian closer. "It's all water under the ol' bridge now, little guy."

Iskall and Doc are now standing next to eachother. Both of them locked eyes with a smile of relief.

Their mending was cut short though, when a voice came from behind them.

"Are we intruding on someyhing here?"

Everyone looked to the way the voice was coming from, Grian still in Mumbo's hands and held close.

It was their leader Xisuma who was covering something in his hands.

"X?" Mumbo asked quizzically but he was ignored when Xisuma spotted Grian.

"Ah~ Grian! youre just the hermit I was looking for."

He said in his chipper accent while holding out his intriguing gloved hands. One creating a temporary wall in front of the other.

"I've got someone you might wanna see again..."

And with that he reaveals...

TO BE CONTINUED…

#DeckedOutComic #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #sfw giant/tiny #mcytgt #mcyt g/t #tiny!grian #hermitcraft g/t #hermitcraft giant/tiny

[lurking96]

Chapter 319 or why Bakugou might not be healthy for Izuku

This here might be a bit on the anti Bakugou side. I tagged it as such so you can filter those out and put it under a read more if you dont want to read it.

So. In the last day I did read a few opinions on the chapter leaks. What some think will happen and so on. Some from Pros some from Antis. This again is an opinion. It is not absolute. I do not claim it to be the absolute truth. This is just my personal interpretation. What I think that will happen is that Class 1A lead by Bakugou will fight Midoriya to try to bring him back. I don’t think talking to him will happen with Bakugou there. As one of Bakugous coping mechanisms is fighting. However with that come problems. I can understand the reasoning behind fighting him. A little talk will most likely not make him come back. However it might ease things. Might make him a tiny bit calmer. Might not make things worse. Fighting however will make things worse. Izuku is already on edge. He is already filled with paranoia. He hasn’t slept or eaten well. He might do rash decisions. He is not in a healthy mental state. And here we have it. His friends, his supposed allies are fighting him. The people he wants to protect went out and attack him. Out in their costumes. Ready for battle. A kinda scary scene overall. You dont see their faces. You feel anger coming from them.

It might bring some memories back to Izuku if you compare it with another picture.

Just like the picture before Bakugou is kinda in the foreground.He is leading just like back then he was leading his so called “extras” This might bring back memories to Izuku. Again he is sleep deprived. His mind might not work the sharpest. For all he knows it´s like back in his other schools where Bakugou lead his group of “extras” to attack Izuku. He might fight back stronger than intended. He might just try to flee even more. Overall it is not very helpful to him. Because a part of the reason for Izukus mental health is Bakugou. Not in a kind of friendship way but more as a cause. Bakugou to put it simply had been Izukus main bully. They were never apart. From preschool to UA. They were in the same class. With team exercises they were together. Izuku never had a break from him. He was never allowed to have time without him. From early on Bakugou has called him useless, worthless, what does one think the name Deku means. Has been using his quirk on him without the teachers caring. Before people say that is long ago. It is not. Right now they are in their second year. How did their first year start. Bakugou trying to attack Midoriya. Trying to kill him. Insulting him where he goes. It is not long ago. And even if it was like 300 or so chapters ago. That still happened. That is still the characters backstory. Honestly you are fine to like a character. But one should recognize that a character has flaws. No character is perfect. Saying that you like a character and saying that they are an asshole that needs to change can coexist. I like Overhauls aesthetic and quirk. Am I okay with what he did. Nope. Would I want him set on fire. Yes. Simple as that. Now back to it. In chapter 319 we hear Bakugou say that Izukus self sacrificial nature is caused by All Might. This. I do not agree with. Again. Who has called him worthless, a pebble on the road, useless, a deku for years. It was not All Might. Izuku has incredible low self worth. If it means saving a cat from a tree he would break his legs. He doesnt care for himself. He sees himself as worthless and only as somewhat useful when he is saving people. It got drilled into him from a young age. This is not something simple that is left behind after a few days. It can take years. And so far he has nothing contrary to those ideas. There are three people that know of his former quirklessness. His mom. Who is kinda supposed to love him. All Might who never really went back on the quirkless hero thing and Bakugou who still insults him for it. Everyone else only knows him with his quirk. Only knows him with being useful. Just because he has a quirk now doesnt mean that quirkless Izuku has ever left his mind. Yes All Might is not perfect. He has flaws. Those flaws are shown and others call him out. Could he have done more. Yes. Could he have helped him mentally. To a degree. But again. All Might is flawed. He is not perfect. All Might is shown to lack social skills. Seeing Bakugou just as rival or Endeavor who has open hate for him as friends. He never had a normal relationship. And again he was not the cause for Izukus psyche. He didnt lay the groundwork. With Bakugou blaming it on All Might. The guy that is not there and can’t protect himself he is doing something one could call damage control. He is not telling the entire truth. For the truth would hinder his dream of becoming number one and reduce his social standing. Him telling others that he is even partly responsible would surely open more questions later he would want to avoid. He also calls Midoriya crazy which is a tactic used to discredit a victim. Same for him making things up and overexaggerating and so on. He did do damage control before. A bit ago he told All Might that he was bullying Izuku in the past. You would think It´s something positive. But here is the thing. He lacked details. He didnt tell him much. For all we know All Might assumed some rough housing and name calling. Nothing that bad. It is to soften the blow. So if Izuku tells him later All Might is already in the mindset that it wasn’t so bad. Bakugou seems not that he would lie and my successor must be overexaggerating a bit. Bakugou is not that dumb. He knows his way around words. He knows when to not openly attack and wait for a better chance. A fool would have kept attacking Izuku after Aizawa held him back. He was just waiting for the training with All Might. He knows what buttons to push to get information out of Izuku. He basically forced the OFA secret out of him. One could call this a good use of crocodile tears if they so want. If they dislike him that much. Again an opinion of many. As of Chapter 319. He might have good intentions. He might want something good for Izuku. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Good intentions are not an excuse. Just because Bakugou thinks it is the best doesn’t mean it will be automatically the best. Just because the dog wants the chocolate bar doesnt mean it will be healthy for anyone involved. Bakugou being there might be quite detrimental to Izukus health. He might just open up wounds again. Izuku fighting class 1A would probably not increase his trust. And what are they going to do if they win. Tie him up, drug him, force him back. He will just try to escape. His trust in them will be broken. He might allow some sleep but it will never be the same. He already had trust issues before this will just expand them further. Isolate him further. This is what AFO wants. To have the heroes fighting with eachother. To have the OFA holder isolated and even branded as Villain for fighting as hero class. 1A winning is also a big IF. Shigaraki fought Gigantomachia and the MLA sleep deprived and incredible tired and won. Shigaraki and Izuku are foils. Two sides of the same coin. Izuku had a year to analyse their quirks. He has a bunch of quirks for himself and OFA mastered far more than anytime before he trained with them. He has become a natural disaster in human form. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he defeats them and leaves. To me the good option would be trying to talk to him. Not let Bakugou do the talking. He lacks the fine control. Get him in the direction of rest. Sadly none of them are trained professionals to deal with mental health. They are children that just fought in a war and also got traumatised. So I dont have great hope on them taking the talking route. Overall I think this will be a breaking point. They will fight. Izuku will most likely win and his trust will be broken even more. He will be even more isolated. His personality might take a darker turn seeing as there is no one he can trust. It might just get even darker than before.

#anti bakugou #bakugou critical #bnha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #bnha chapter 319 #Opinions are Opinions

[anxi-aashi]

one hit wonder

zuko x reader

words: 3.4k

warnings: cursing, blood (broken nose)

summary: an adventure into the fire nation capital with his friends turns more eventful than zuko expected

a/n: yes i am aware this is not the r&r one shot but i wanted to write something for yall and im pooped for ideas about that so,,,,,,,,,,,,, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh heres some more zuko content. also full disclaimer, ive never had a broken nose so idk how it actually goes but i didnt feel like researching it so if its not accurate........................... shhhhhhh again :) thank and enjoy

It was supposed to be a relaxing day. Zuko swears on Momo’s soul that he wanted it to be that way, too. 

He just… didn’t see them coming. And he means that in the most literal sense of the phrase.

It was rare now that Zuko got to see all his friends at once since everyone had their own responsibilities to take care of in different parts of the world, but after about a month of back and forth letters, everyone was able to carve out a week to get together in the Fire Nation.

Zuko’s council advisors didn’t get the memo, though.

The entire week, he had been frantically running in between meetings and trying to spend time with his friends as they had planned, but the amount of running he was having to do was stretching him thin. He was exhausted, physically and mentally, and eventually, his friends decided to do something about it. 

In Sokka’s exact words, Zuko “needed a break from stinky old men with opinions” for at least one full day, which would also give them all a chance to hang out. Zuko found himself caving and before he knew it, Aang was dragging him by the wrist around the capital, Sokka trotting behind Zuko to give him a push when he was moving too slow.

Zuko was careful to wear normal street clothes, forgoing his hairpiece as well in order to keep interactions with the public at a minimum. Today, Zuko was not the Fire Lord; just Zuko. And he intended to keep it that way. Even a few close calls regarding his scar left him ending the conversations with “No, his scar is on the other side, but I get that a lot,” and even one, “Fire Lord Zuko has a scar?” though the last one (rightly) earned him a weird look from the stranger. He walked away before they could think too much about it.

The boys had split from the girls about an hour into their excursion. Toph wanted to look for a specific item to bring back to the Earth Kingdom, but Sokka had kept whining about how starving he was, so the three set off to the vendors and restaurants to find food while the others venture off with Toph.

Which meant that every time someone Sokka deemed even remotely attractive, Zuko would get a poke in the back and a motion towards whatever random person Sokka had found next. 

At first, Zuko thought Sokka was pointing them out for himself, which he thought was weird, considering he was ninety-nine percent he and Suki were still together, but he didn’t say anything. But it was clear these random people were for Zuko’s benefit whenever Aang started agreeing with Sokka because Zuko knew Aang hadn’t looked at anyone romantically since he’d met Katara. And he knew this because Aang had told him himself.

Zuko had no clue why they decided to spend their time trying to set him up with someone, but no number of dismissive answers from him got them to stop, so he accepted defeat.

He didn’t want to say it, but their badgering was a little irritating. It was bad enough that he had all his advisors breathing down his neck about his marriage predicament-- the predicament being that he didn’t have anyone to marry-- Zuko thought that he was going to be able to get away from all of that when he was with his friends, but it seemed they were just as obsessed as the “stinky old men with opinions” that Sokka has so easily made fun of earlier.

His advisors seemed to have it in their head that just because he hadn’t dated anyone since his break up with Mai, that meant that he was never going to again and that he would spend the rest of his reign spouseless, depressed, and with no heir. Time was ticking for them, and every day he didn’t explore his options was another day older and another day closer to death. 

He would date eventually… probably. He just hadn’t met anyone who he liked like that-- certainly not enough to spend the rest of his life with. And he wasn’t interested in anyone they most likely had up their sleeve, either.

And he knew they thought it was because of his breakup with Mai. He knew they avoided her name because they thought it would bring him pain or whatever, but he was fine and he didn’t know how many times he was going to have to say that. The break-up was mutual for Shaw’s sake-- neither of them were feeling the relationship anymore so they called it off. End of story. Mai was even seeing Ty Lee, and despite their contrasting personalities Zuko had to be honest-- they were oddly perfect for each other. 

He just didn’t know how many times he was going to have to explain to the same people that he had more important political matters to worry about than marriage.

But today was his off day. So, for now, all Zuko could do was listen to Sokka point at some random person whose hair was apparently nice and try to refrain from strangling the two of them whenever Aang enthusiastically backed Sokka up.

They were standing in line to get the aforementioned person a bowl of fireflakes when Zuko overheard a conversation behind him.

“... doing. Sometimes I wish I could just go to the palace and see what Fire Lord Zuko really does up there, you know? ‘Cause it’s definitely not ‘run a nation.’ Probably just sits around throwing treats to his pet lizard while the council does all the work.”

Now, it had taken a bit, but Zuko had learned to control his temper over the years. It was a skill he learned from his friends and most of all, his uncle, and he prided himself on this improvement very much. But he had had a rough week, and sometimes, there were people that just pissed him off too much to care about self-control.

Zuko worked his ass off for his country; so much that it almost ran him into the ground most of the time. His advisors were just that-- advisors. And Zuko knew that there were obviously some people in the Fire Nation that still didn’t like him, but he would be lying if he said hearing some asshole shit talk his work ethic didn’t make his temper flare a bit.

“I thought the Fire Lord had a dragon?”

“Dragon, lizard-- same thing. Don’t know why he hasn’t just killed it like the rest of his family. Do you know how many chickens I have to deliver to the palace every day for that thing? I’m gonna have major back issues when I’m older.”

Zuko’s shoulders tensed and he forced himself to take a calming breath even though he could feel his blood start to boil. He didn’t even try to conceal his glare as he turned around to glance at the mouth-breathers. He began to hope they would see him, or even better-- say something worse and give him an excuse to jump in.

Zuko faintly heard Sokka say something like “Hey man, you alright?” to his right, but the question was shuffled to the back of his mind as he stared down the guy that apparently had an issue with him and his dragon.

“Maybe he’s waiting for it to get bigger so it’ll be more impressive of a kill,” the burlier one suggested to his shrimper friend.

The shrimpy one, and Zuko’s number one hate-mail sender, apparently, scoffed. “What, like he’s ‘waiting’ for someone to come along for him to marry? Yeah right. Probably still pouting that knife girl left him. Honestly don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to be associated with such a half-assed world leader either. Agni, he’s even worse than the Earth King that didn’t even know about the hundred-year war.”

Zuko liked to think that he could’ve eventually calmed himself down and walked away. But the moment he brought Mai into the slander, all hope for that was gone. 

Zuko whipped around and barked out an aggressive “Hey,” before swinging his fist directly at Shrimpy’s face.

However, Shrimpy’s reflexes were better than Zuko anticipated. He quickly swerved out of the way, his friend doing the same out of instinct despite not being Zuko’s target, leaving Zuko’s momentum to carry him past the now-empty space where Shrimpy had been and directly into you, who had been standing behind him.

Zuko registered too late what had happened and without being able to stop himself, landed a solid punch to your nose.

 A sickening crack sounded from your nose, followed by a grunt of pain from you, and the scuffling of feet on stone and you stumbled back in shock, hands flying up to your nose.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed at the same time Zuko hissed out a “Shit,” both in regards to the situation and the pain now prickling in his knuckles.

“I’m so sorry!” he fumbled out, all traces of anger leaving his body just as quickly as Shrimpy and Burly had left the scene of his crime. “I’m so fucking sorry. I did not mean to punch you, that was meant for someone else.” He could feel Sokka and Aang gaping at his back, but he kept his eyes on you-- who he now noticed was wearing a restaurant uniform of some sort-- the person he’d just punched in the face. They would get their answers later.

A short, weak laugh left your lips, but Zuko couldn’t tell if it was weak from pain or because you were trying to hide the fact that you were actually really, really pissed. 

“Do you try to punch every stranger you meet?” you huffed out, tilting your head to look Zuko in the eye while still delicately pinching the bridge of your nose with one hand.

Zuko was coherent enough to register that you were really cute, but that thought was immediately interrupted by a waterfall of blood pouring out of your nose and splattering onto the pavement. 

An alarmed squeak left your mouth and Zuko rushed in front of you to shove his hand under your jaw and tilt your head back. Blood trailed down your mouth and chin, and you winced at the sharp taste of it as some got in your mouth. 

Zuko kept his hand on your jaw, bringing the other one up to cradle the back of your head as he walked you over to sit on the lip of a nearby fountain. “Keep your head tilted back like that-- don’t move,” he instructed while slowly removing his hands from you. “I’m gonna get some supplies really quick.”

You directed a thumbs-up at him with your unoccupied hand so as to not move your head and sat quietly, focusing on breathing through your mouth so you wouldn’t sniffle up blood on accident. Something itched in the back of your mind from when you glimpsed at your attacker, but the pain throbbing from your nose prevented you from thinking too much about it.

Zuko returned after a few minutes with some cloth, a bowl with water in it, and a pool of guilt in his stomach. Sokka and Aang trailed after him and stood awkwardly to the side as Zuko set down his supplies and began dipping some cloth into the water. 

You glanced over to the side while Zuko busied himself to look at Sokka and Aang while they stood there, earning a sheepish grin and wave from both in unison. From what you could tell, since you were still mostly looking at them out of the corner of your eye, one of them had something blue on his forehead with orange robes on, the other dressed in a Water Tribe outfit that looked to accommodate for the weather of the Fire Nation instead of the Poles. You briefly wondered for a second if you had acquired a concussion along with a broken nose, or if the Avatar was really watching you try to not choke on your own blood until a cool sensation on your neck brought your attention back forward.

Zuko gently dragged the wet cloth up your throat, acutely aware of the lingering presence of his friends and the awkward tension that built while he caught a trail of blood that had escaped past your chin, before suddenly pausing in the middle of his movements.

“What,” you cautiously asked, eyes automatically flitting down to look at the top of the mop of dark brown hair that you could see.

Zuko looked up at you even though you couldn’t see his face with the angle your head was tilted at. “Nothing,” he rushed out, moving to hastily wipe the blood off your mouth and chin. “I just realized I could’ve used the fountain water instead of wasting time looking for a bowl. Sorry.”

You choked on an astonished laugh and leaned away from him as much as you could. “Please don’t clean my wound with water that people have most certainly peed in,” you begged, hoping that he hadn’t actually just gotten a bowl and stuck it in the fountain.

This confused Zuko, so he stood up, making it possible to lean over you and look you in the eye when he asked you his question. 

“People pee in the fountain?” he inquired, surprisingly genuine. His head blocked out the sun for you, his eyebrow sloped up in concern so adorably that you had to physically stop yourself from staring, or worse, smiling. Instead, you took the moment to calculate-- and appreciate-- how handsome he actually was. Not that this changed the fact that he’d decked you in the nose, but it was worth noting at least a little bit. The scar that covered the majority of the right side of his face in an eerily similar fashion to the Fire Lord’s was also extremely worth noting. The itch in the back of your head vanished as you realized the possibility of who you could be talking to.

Your eyes briefly flitted up to his hair to check for the Fire Lord’s distinctive gold hairpiece and came up empty. So you quirked an eyebrow and challenged his remark. “What reality do you live in where people don’t pee in public fountains?”

A look somewhere in between horror and disgust dawned on his face as his eyes flicked to the fountain water in the pool behind you. He leaned back to stand up straight, recoiling at the image his mind conjured of someone openly peeing into the fountain completely naked and was about to respond to you when you suddenly snatched the cloth out of his hand.

He thought he heard you grumble something along the lines of “Mother of ozai, if you won’t do it, I will,” while gingerly resting the cloth against your nostrils to stem the flow of blood, but before he could do anything to make you not mad at him (or at least try), he was interrupted.

“Hey, what’s-- oh my Shu, what happened while we were gone?!” Katara exclaimed, signaling the return of her, Toph, and Suki from their excursion. 

Zuko whipped his head over to the girls and backed a couple steps away from you to catch Katara stalking over to where you sat on the fountain ledge, tending to your nose the best you could. 

“Uhhh... ” he attempted to explain, but Aang caved in the presence of his girlfriend and beat him to it.

“Zuko punched them in the face.”

Katara’s head snapped to look at Zuko accusingly over her shoulder from where she stood in front of you to examine your face. “What?!”

Zuko’s mouth flapped open and closed as he stammered to defend himself before Katara could get super mad at him. “Wha-- wait, it was an acc--”

“You punched some rando in the face in public? Damn, Sparky, gotta admit, didn’t think you had it in you,” Toph commented.

“It wasn’t--”

“Eh, it kinda was,” came Sokka.

Zuko fumed. “Are any of you going to let me finish? At any point?”

Sokka snickered slightly. “Sorry, it’s just too fun seeing you mad. It’s harder to piss you off these days.”

“Guys,” Katara interjected, still observing the interaction over her shoulder before turning back to you. “I don’t even know why I bothered asking,” she muttered, then kindly smiling down at you as you listened to the conversation, already having concluded from hearing your assailant’s name that you were, indeed, spontaneously punched in the face by the leader of your nation. “My name’s Katara,” she introduced.

You half-heartedly raised your hand that wasn’t busy holding the blood-soaked cloth in acknowledgment. “(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” she returned. Katara then bent the water out of the bowl Zuko had brought you and covered her hands in it. “This may sting a bit.”

Katara got to work healing your nose and any other miscellaneous cuts that were formed as excess damage, and Zuko, finally freed of the bickering with his friends, took the opportunity to sit on the ledge next to you and observe you fully.

If Zuko had known someone as attractive as you had been living in the city all this time, he would’ve been visiting way earlier and way more often. You wore an apron with a restaurant name painted on it, so he assumed you worked somewhere nearby. Then with the realization that you were probably heading to work when he punched you settled over him and guilt pooled in his stomach again. He didn’t want you to get in trouble for being late or anything, seeing as the entire situation was his fault.

Zuko studied you and wracked his brain for possible ways to see you again, preferably while also not dooming his chance for a possible relationship with you any more than he already had. By the time Katara was finished with you, he had a few fragments of an idea put together.

You were feeling around your nose, easing the residual pain of having it set after Katara had fixed it. You still hadn’t looked over at him, even after Katara had left to talk to Sokka and Aang about what had happened, so Zuko decided to make his move.

He cleared his throat, catching your attention. “Um… I, uh, I’m really sorry. About.... punching… you.” Zuko winced as he finished his apology. 

You raised an eyebrow at him and opened your mouth to say something.

Zuko sensed that this was going to be a bad thing and quickly beat you to the punch (pun not intended). “I, uh, I’m sorry if I made you late to work or anything,” he began, gesturing to your apron. “I can go talk to your boss or something and explain the situation so you don’t get in trouble.”

You stared at him. The thing was, you had been planning on holding your grudge for quite a bit longer, but having the Fire Lord vouch for your lateness would definitely save your ass from getting fired. And the utter guilt that molded his face into the puppy eyes you were faced with now was making it very hard to stay mad at him.

You sighed and dropped the stern façade you’d been keeping up. “That would be nice, thanks.”

Zuko nodded enthusiastically. “No problem,” he reassured. “And um,” he started, growing bashful again, “If you want to, of course, you don’t have to say yes, but if you’d let me, I’dliketotakeyouonadatetomakeituptoyou.”

By some miracle, you were still able to catch what he said. “You want to take me on a date?”

“Like I said, you don’t have to say yes--”

“Okay.”

Zuko paused. “Okay, like ‘Okay, I’m not saying yes,’ or--”

“No, okay, as in I’ll go on a date with you,” you interjected, rolling your eyes. “If you mess it up, though, I get to punch you back. It’s only fair.” you proposed.

Zuko, thankfully, was able to detect the slight hint of playfulness in your tone and laughed quietly. “Deal.”

You nodded, a smile beginning to creep up on your face, and call him naïve, but Zuko got the smallest feeling that his advisors wouldn’t have to worry about his love life for much longer.

~i didnt capitalize ozais name on purpose. he doesnt deserve a capitalized name.

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my favorite part of warrior cats is the grotesque story of squirrelflight, ashfur, and the extended cast of cats that sound like they came out of an ajj song

this gal named squirrelflight flirts with a guy named ashfur a few times. typical 80s romance song. its quick, its fleeting. squirrelflight gets together with brambleclaw. its all real lovely. brambleclaw gets promoted to leader after squirrelflights dad goes into retirement and makes his deputy the chief. brambleclaw is now bramblestar

(before the promotion and after the marriage, brambleclaw leads the entire 4 clans to a new territory. not relevant. he also stabs his brother in the neck with a tent stake)

and then squirrelflights sister leafpool, who is a medicine cat and sworn into celibacy, has sex with a guy from windclan named crowfeather. this is something all the cats are sworn not to do. double illegal.

crowfeather is a bit of a whore because he was previously in love with another girl who went on a magical journey with him when he was a child. (brambleclaw was there for that too. brambleclaw is eternal and everywhere) the girl crowfeather was in love with got impaled by a falling stalagmite while protecting a tribe of savage feral cats with names very similar to english translations of a few native american names i know. interesting. racist? there was a mountain lion involved

yeah so they have sex and leafpool gets pregnant. but since she did two crimes in one she gives the kids to squirrelflight and pretends they belong to her and brambelstar. theres an uncomfortable birthing scene because the kids decided to emerge from her cat uterus in the middle of a snowstorm. this is very telling of their characters after birth

theres three kids. jayfeather lionblaze and hollyleaf. jayfeather is very angry. lionblaze is angry but in a brave way. hollyleaf loves rules. they are a legendary trio

theres a thing about superpowers, and a prophecy or something. jay is sickly and blind and can see peoples thoughts. lionblaze never loses any fights, ever, and he maims ashfur a little while theyre trianing. hollyleaf doesnt have any powers, but she is absolutely obsessed with the warrior code and gets caught up with a guy named sol who says the world is gonna end. none of this is relevant except the "bootlicker hollyleaf" thing

ashfur is stewing. ashfur has been stewing for years now. long enough that they literally brought all 4 clans across the continent to a new territory kind of stewing. hes lonely. he misses the girl he was madly in love with, and shes married to the coolest guy in town. hes in agony. (over in windclan, crowfeather has a new girlfriend. manwhoring as long as he lives)

theres a big fire. thunderclans entire territory sets on fire. everyone is escaping, except for squirrelflight and her three kids. jayfeather, lionblaze, and hollyleaf, who is contemplating becoming an antivaxxer or something

imagine this: a clearing on the edge of a pit. the pit is where the cats live. everything is on fire around this clearing. there is one log running across the clearing, and squirreflight and her fake kids are going along it to escape. theyre the last out

ashfur appears he stands at the other end of the log. hes pissed. hes crying. he hates squirrelflight. he hates her so much. his rage is all consuming, like the fire that burns around them. he says he wants her in as much pain as possible, and he knows how: taking the only thing she loves in this world. her 3 kids

we all know something ashfur doesnt. the kids arent hers. squirrelflight, though non an omnipresence, is gifted with this knowledge herself.. she sees ashfurs twisted evil mind and tells him, flat out that they arent hers. she doesnt love them. he can kill them, they mean nothing to her. they are, after all, just her sister leafpool's. why would she care for them?

ashfur is stunned. he gives up. he leaves. squirrelflight and her three kids leave. its a bit awkward. imagine the thanksgiving dinner table after a particularly bad argument. thats all this is really

anyways. hollyleaf is broken from this. shes the daughter of a medicine cat and a manwhore from a clan that only eats rabbits. she cant take it. much like ashfur, she snaps

there are these big clan meetings, once every month. everyone goes, except the old people and the dying people and the kids who just want juiceboxes and lunchables. thunderclan is heading out to the Meeting Island. they find a body in the river. surprise! its ashfur

they go on to the gathering despite finding the body of one of their finest, most mentally haunted warriors polluting the stream with the blood seeping out of his slit throat. the three kids are there. squirrelflight is there. leafpool is there. bramblestar is there

this story has very weird heathers energy to me. its there, but it isnt coherant. like a bad remix of 100 gecs, sort of. this part is no exception

hollyleaf runs up to the big tree the clan leaders stand on and monologue. shes not allowed to do this. perhaps the sense that she lost her identity with her illigitimate birth turned into something real, that the warrior code didnt matter anymore. perhaps she was just tired of being kind; she wanted to go apeshit

she confesses. to two things. number one - the muderder of ashfur. how tragic. number two - leafpool. leafpools affar with crowfeather. squirrelflights lies to her for her entire life. theres chaos. thunderclan is like stan twitter after a minecraft youtuber said something racist 8 years ago. the 3 other clans are trying desperately to get in on this drama. the hot tea of the hour if you will

hollyleaf says her share. she runs away. lionblaze and jayfeather chase after her all the way back to the thunderclan territory. she yells at them. she runs into a tunnel and gets crushed by rocks. thats the end. shes dead.

jk jk that was a lie shes alive and shes living in a huge cave system with a ghost cat. remember the native american coded mountain tribe? yeah, they had ancestors. the ancestors lived at the territory the 4 clans moved to after squirelflight flirted with ashfur and before she got together with bramblestar. they used to drown little kids in the tunnels. jayfeather is the entire reason why the ancestors moved to the mountains and became the racist mountain tribe. i wont explain the timeline of this, and i dont think i could if i tried

up above hollyleafs slowburn romance with a transparent cat, theres a new girl with superpowers. prophecy fulfilled yadda yadda. her sister is annoyed that she isnt #quirky and so she joins a fighting cult run by the cats in hell. i cannot stress this enough its literally every cat from the 50 some books before this who went to hell. they have an army of children. theyre training them. the sister kills one of her classmates and becomes equals with the hell cats. my second favorite plotline in the series

the hell cats come to the land of the living. the sister betrays them. theres a big battle, and its supposed to be the end of the series but you know theyre gonna continue it for at least 20 more books. (they did). hollyleaf appears, and i dont think its ever explained how or why. but shes back, and she joins the battle. everyones too busy with the literal hell cats to care much about some kid with a body count of 1 appearing randomly

hollyleaf fights a bit. she gets mauled to death. thats the end. its just over. she dies and she doesnt come back. rip to a queen

i think my biggest question besides why would someone create this ad continue to do so for fifty plus books, is how the fuck brambleclaw stabbed his brother with a tent stake when he literally doesn’t even have hands. what.

#hollyleaf was a queen gone too soon #thank you for telling the plot of all fifty books i can finally know #warrior cats spoilers #maybe? #would anyone who follows me actually have that tagged? #long post

[msmarvelwrites]

Coming Home

Summary: Loving Natasha was hard, but losing her was something you were never equipped to handle. Until she comes home.

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Warnings: fluff and feels, explicit language, smut, oral (f receiving- they’re gay bro), a little sprinkle of angst because I can’t help myself.

Word Count: 2.1K

Authors Note: For the incredible @sweeterthanthis’s request ‘Natasha + drunk sex + “believe it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”’ Thank you so much you sweet angel baby.

You watched as Steve disappeared into thin air, waiting on bated breath as seconds turned to excruciating minutes. Worry began to sizzle between your small group of friends. Finally, after what felt like hours he reappeared in a flash of white light on the tarmac. Steve took a step, a smug smile playing on his lips... And that's when you saw her.

Natalia Romanoff.

She looked like someone out of folklore, standing there with her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes clutched to Steve’s arm as if she would topple over any moment. She glowed, you thought, as the setting sun beyond illuminated her hair.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, vision blurry as the sound of her melodic giggle melted over you. The hours you had spent longing to hear it, pretending it was ringing in your ears suddenly didn't do it justice. Like windchimes by the lake.

“Oh my god.” You managed to choke out, your hand coming to cover your mouth as tears began to well in your burning eyes.

Your feet were moving before you could stop them, body taking control as they pulled to her. To a thousand ‘what if’s’. To the woman who haunted your every thought since she had disappeared from your life. You had realised many things since you brought back the stones, one being you were completely and unchangeable in love with your best friend.

“Nat.” You hiccuped on your sobs, calling her attention to you. Her eyes softened the moment they found you, smile pulling wider across her lips as she called your name. You held your arms around your waist, terrified if you let go you’d fall apart. Horrified that this might all be another dream. That she wasn't really standing before you, whole and just as perfect as she had left you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss me much?” The words fell from her lips smooth like syrup.

You couldn't speak, to overcome with relief the moment her hand touched yours, pulling you hard against her body as her arms wrapped around your trembling form.

“Cause’ I missed you.”

Tony’s computer monitor was all that illuminated the lab where you had snuck off to when the party began to get out of hand. As soon as Thor brought out his Asgardian sludge you knew it was time to head out. Of course, they all had a good reason to celebrate. But the day's events finally started to sink in, your mind and body tired as relief and solace hung heavy on your heart.

You perched yourself on the windowsill looking out at the rolling hills as the sky began to favour the stars, reflecting to yourself, or so you thought. Your mind was still buzzing with unanswered questions, whirling and drifting in and out of a state of disbelief.

She’s really here, you had to keep reminding yourself. She came back.

Three faint knocks on the glass wall shook you from your thoughts, pulling you back to the dim lab. You looked up, heart hammering in your chest the moment your eyes adjusted to the light.

“Hey babe.” She called, her voice lulling a smile to your lips. You couldn't control it if you wanted to.

One of the side effects of loving Nat.

“Can I join you?”

You nodded your head, patting the empty ledge beside you as she shuffled across the room. The half empty vodka bottle in her hand sloshed a little as she walked, reminding you of just how many spirits you had indulged in that night.

“I still can’t believe you're real.” You mumbled, your eyes scanning over her face as if to memorise her beauty. You hadn't before, when she didnt come back. It was one of your greatest regrets.

“Honestly, I’m still a little foggy on how I’m here, too.” She assured you, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. “But I am. I promise.” her voice was hushed as her soft fingers came to dance along your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I missed you so much, Nat. I thought I’d never see you again… I thought-”

She pulled you against her chest then, her hands running over your back as she held you tight. Her touch melted over you, lulling you calm again.

“I think you need a drink.” She chuckled as you sniffled back another sob. You nodded your head, taking the bottle from her hands and bringing it to your lips, wincing as the liquid courage danced on your tongue.

“I almost couldn't do it, ya know.” Nats words called your attention back to her, your eyes drifting to her lips as she spoke. “All my life I’ve been searching for something to fill this void… Maybe if I hadn't met Steve… Hadn’t met you, the decision would have been easy.”

You gaped at her, the confession hanging in the air.

“I wished it was me who jumped.” You finally spoke, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as sorrow flashed across her face.

“Why would you say something like that?” She snapped, her words hitting you in the gut with force.

“How could I? Nat, how could you? You left me, left all of us. You have no idea what it was like to- to…” You stumbled, alcohol clouding your judgment.

“To what?” She pressed, searching your eyes for answers as you brought the bottle to your lips again, swallowing down your pride.

“To lose my best friend. The person who was supposed to be there… I was supposed to tell you...” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. The look of Nat’s face telling you everything you already knew.

“I was going to tell you… Before you left, but I figured I’d just see you in a minute… Like you said.” You sighed, the memory replaying through your mind like a broken record. It had since she left.

“What are you talking about?”

It was now or never. You knew it, and god you had waited too long already. Your heart hammered in your chest, body trembling as you met her gaze. Every fiber in your being was pulling you to her until you couldn't fight it any longer. Slowly, as if you might scare her, you reached your hand up cup the column of her throat, your thumb running softly against her jaw.

Nats eyes flicked to your lips, her body still as all the air in the lab seemed to dissipate in a breath.

“I mean look at you? God, do you have any idea how hard it is to be in the same room as you and not want to…? Shit, this isn’t how I… Okay, so what I’m trying to say is… Fuck-”

The moment her lips were on yours it was like every thought caught flame and sizzled away. You shivered against her, body searing hot against the touch as her hands held your face. You swear your heart had fallen out of your chest the moment her tongue ran across your lips, begging for more until she was climbing on top of you, hands tangled in your hair.

She growed down into you, her hips moulding with yours as you moaned into her mouth. It was all too much, your heart going into overdrive as her hands fumbled with your t shirt dress. Slowly she dragged it up and over your head, disregarding it somewhere on the floor and instantly attaching her lips to your throat.

“Fuck.” You breathed, hands holding the globes of her ass as you tried to move, overestimating your strength as your bodies toppled over onto the ground, giggles spilling from your lips.

Silence hung heavy between you as you stared at each other, both frozen and unsure of your next moves. Nat opened her mouth to speak but her words caught in her throat.

“I’m in love with you.” You choked out, the words tumbling from your drunken lips.

“I know…” It was all the confirmation you needed, crawling across the floor and pinning her down. Your lips collide with hers, aching, longing to touch her in all the places you craved.

Her tongue parted your lips, moaning ever so softly as your hands ghosted along her curves. You needed her, more than you’d ever needed somebody. Your whole body quivered under her touch, your core pooling with desire as her fingers roamed the waistband of your panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words echoed around your mind. “Can I taste you?” The question hung in the air as if it had to be answered. Still, you whimpered out a affirmation as her hand dipped under the fabric, fingers gliding around your sex, everywhere but the place you needed her most.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this for me?” She teased, lips crashing onto yours as your fumbled with her shirt, finally untucking it from her pants and throwing it somewhere across the room.

“Fuck, yes.” You managed to mumble out, your lip caught between your teeth as you shivered, her fingers feathering over your slick.

“Bet you taste so good, sweetheart.” She spoke, words dripping with desire. You were practically vibrating against her touch, grinding your hips against her fingers as they parted your sloppy folds. Skillfully, she circled your throbbing clit, watching you from above as you fell apart beneath her.

“That’s it, baby.” She cooed, peppering kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until she was between your thighs. You watched her, breath caught in your throat as she slowly pulled your ruined panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor.

“Is this okay?” The words startled you for a moment, as you looked down at her hesitating eyes. “We’re drunk and I don’t want you to think-“

“I’m not that drunk.” You interjected, delirious on her beauty.

“Me neither.” She admitted, chuckling softly to herself as she started again, running her index finger against your clit and gliding it deep inside you.

You threw your head back, soft moans falling from your lips as she pumped into you at an agonizing pace.

“Please, Nat.” You begged, desperate for her mouth. “I need you.”

As if the words commanded her, she sunk down, bringing her mouth to your glistening cunt and dipping her tongue into your plump folds. A hushed scream fell from your mouth, careful not to call attention to the activities taking place in Tony’s lab. But as her warm tongue lapped against your throbbing clit, you were shattered. Broken moans laced with profanity and pleasure tumbled from your lips as she sucked on your pussy, lapping at you as you melted into her mouth.

“Just like that.” You uttered, the coil in your belly beginning to tighter as she fucked into you, the vulgar squelching sounds filling the room around you. You were so close, getting off on the mere imagine of Natasha between your thighs.

“Cum for me, y/n. Let me taste it. I want to swallow every drop.” The words were your final demise, your body shaking as the impending orgasm ripped through you, so built up you squirted into her mouth and down her chin. Evidence of your euphoria dripping onto the floor in a puddle beneath you.

“Look at you,” she panted- face slick with your juices as she licked her lips. You physically shuddered at the sight. “You’ve made such a mess. Somebody better clean-“

“You have made a mess, would you like me to assist you?” FRIDAY’S voice echoed through the room, startled you both apart as you scrambled for an item of clothing to cover yourself.

“N-no!” You stuttered out, horrified as if the A.I were watching you.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to get you a mop? Would you like me to notify Mr. Stark?”

“NO!” You both screamed at once. Nat looked just as horrified as you, hand slapped over her mouth as she desperately tried to hold back her laugher.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” You breathed out, head in your lap as Nat wonder around the room collecting your abandoned clothing.

“I can’t believe an Alexa just cock blocked me” you shook your head, causing her to fall on the floor laughing.

“I don’t think she likes it when you call her that.” She warned as you rolled your eyes, a smile full of content playing on your lips.

“Wanna know somethin?” she started tossing your clothes in your lap as you shrugged on the crumbled fabric, “Believe you it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”

You lost it at that, head falling back as you tried to catch your breath. Natasha sank down onto her knees, her hands coming to cup your face.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” You whispered against her lips.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy, babe.”

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[hwangsies]

[10:24 pm]

johnny suh × female reader

warnings: a little angst, mentions of infidelity & heartbreak, johnny is whipped af, smut as in: fingering, unprotected piv, finger sucking, dom!johnny, begging, spit, some hairpulling, praise kink, size kink (cmon its johnny)

2.1 k words,

enjoy <3

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You sigh and give up when the window you're trying to close doesnt move.

Three knocks on your door have you whipping around "yea?"

In comes johnny "hey, i just wanted to check on you"

You breathe "i cant get this window to close, i think its broken" you mumble.

"oh, no its always like this, hold up" he walks over to you, placing one hand on the window handle and the other on its frame before harshly pushing it close.

"there" he grunts, you gulp when sneaking a peek of his arms where his shirt has ridden up "now you dont have to sleep in the cold" he chuckles.

"thank you" you mumble as you walk over to your bed for now.

"you okay?" he frowns when you sit down on the edge of the bed.

"yea just-thanks again for letting me crash here, now that i'm kinda homeless" you chuckle ironically.

Your ex had kicked you out after finding out you did to him what he did to you, cheat.

You know it wasnt the right way to deal with it, but it just happened.

So naturally you had to bother your cousin, jaehyun, the only relative who lives close to you, if you could crash at his dorm for a few nights.

"of course y/n" johnny sits down next to you "we're all here to help if you need anything" one of his large hands finds your knee and you look up at him.

"did you come here just to check up on me?" you ask carefully, not wanting to scare him off.

The tall man sighs and runs a hand through his brown locks "i mean, we havent really talked since...you know" he gestures "and know he broke up with you because of it, and i just fee-"

"dont finish that sentence" you cut him off, locking eyes with him "he cheated on me first, and i know i shouldnt have been this petty, but you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. its my fault, not yours"

"okay" he mumbles, nodding slowly.

"you didnt tell jaehyun? right?" you inquire.

He laughs "are you kidding? He would kill me" johnny shakes his head "i'm his best friend, i'm not supposed to seduce his little cousin"

"okay first of all, i'm not that little, and second of all i seduced you big boy" you joke lightheartedly, at which he scoffs gently.

Johnny was always a good friend who you just saw as another older cousin like jaehyun. But then that one night, a couple nights ago, arose and you were drunk and he looked so good.

And he was so kind and listened to your worries, even when you were probably slurring most of them.

Johnny himself didnt mean to get caught in this dilemma, he had driven you home after a long night of drinking on your end.

But when he brought you up to your apartment that you shared with your now ex, who was out that night; probably doing worse stuff that you, and you practically threw yourself at him, he couldnt tell right from wrong.

Not when in comes to you.

You deserve someone better than that, was what johnny thought, he still thinks.

Your words that made him stay the night are still ringing in his head.

'every girl would be lucky to have someone like you'

'I wish i had someone like you'

'johnny, i need you'

"johnny" you speak again.

"yea?" he gets ripped out of his daydream and looks at you, god even when you've been crying you look beautiful.

He wishes you could tell you that.

"can you hold me?" you ask sheepishly.

"just for a few minutes...please?" you add when he hesitates.

Johnny looks over at the closed door before looking at you again, you blink at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, slightly sucking your plump bottom lips in between your teeth.

Everyone had already gone to bed, but he's still aware of the fact that your cousins room is right above the spare room, the both of you are currently in.

"yea, of course" he quietly agrees.

Once laid down, he spoons you from behind, tucking you into the blanket.

He's trying not to think about the smell of your shampoo, thats clouding his loungs, or how small you are in his hold, or how much he wants to intertwine his fingers with your smaller ones.

"johnny?" you speak softly after some time, as if not to startle him.

"yes?" he mumbles just as carefully.

You inhale deeply before turning around to face him.

"hi" he smiles softly, with gentle eyes.

You mom always told to to fall in love with someone with gentle eyes, you never knew what that looked like until you looked into his.

"hi" you say back before slightly clearing your throat"i meant what i said that night"

"what excactly?" he asks "you said alot of things i didnt think you'd remember the next day"

You huff in a smile as you shuffle closer to him, he smells like his cologne and dry cleaning.

Its familiar and you feel safe, always.

"that i wish i had someone like you, and that i need you" you repeat your words from said night.

Johnny sucks in a breath "y/n"

"please" you lock eyes "i want you" you cradle one of his cheels in your hand.

"you're vulnerable and it would be wrong of-"

"but its doesnt feel wrong!" you interrupt him "does it?"

"no" johnny breathes out before he can think, which you take as your sign to press your lips to his, in almost the same desperate way as you did a couple nights ago.

He doesnt hesitate to part the seam of your lips with his tongue before sitting up in between you legs without breaking the kiss.

Quickly, you push yourself up a little to take off his shirt.

You mewl when his hand rubs you over your shorts and he kisses your neck, running your hands up his ripped torso.

"gotta be quiet baby girl" he whispers into the skin below your ear before sitting up.

"can you do that for me?" he asks while pulling off your shorts.

"can you be quiet for me?" you raise your hips as you nod at his request, him pulling off your panties as well.

"good girl" he praises, dropping a kiss to your knee. Your wet pussy awaiting him, already glistening in the dimmed lights.

"fuck" he groans when slowly sliding one digit through your folds.

A soft gasp tumbles from your lips and your toes curl.

Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, he gently pushes one of his long fingers into you.

Your back arches when he rubs your clit with his thumb before adding a second.

"that feels so good" you moan, gently rocking your hips.

"yea?" he grins, slightly scissoring his fingers to stretch you out for his cock.

His other hand travelling up your sweater and palming your breasts as he thrusts his fimgers into you at the perfect angle.

"johnny-fuck" you groan when the flicks on your clit increse in speed.

"gonna cum, baby?" he mumbles, dick straining against his sweatpants.

"yes-oh!" you moan out, at which johnny moves his hand away from your breast to hold onto your jaw.

"shhh baby" he grits through his teeth before pushing two of his fingers into your warm mouth.

You instantly moan around the digits, feeling your high approach rapidly.

"cum for me pretty baby"

One of your hands is pulling at the sheets while the other is holding onto johnnys forearm for dear life when you cum.

Your eyes screwing shut as your body thrashes with pleasure, white blooming behind your lids as he rides you through it.

"thats it, good girl" he gently massages your walls while you're still sucking on his fingers.

Johnny retreats both sets of fingers out of you, to pull you up into a stitting position.

You moan against him when he kisses you deeply.

Nimble fingers making their way to the hem of your oversized sweatshirt and stripping you of it when he breaks the kiss.

Pushing you down on your back again, his plump lips attach to your left nipple at which you moan softly.

"johnny, please" you whimper.

"mmh" his lips move to your neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin there.

"I love it when you beg for me baby girl" he grins against your skin before pulling away to rid himself of his pants.

"sound so pretty saying my name like that" he mumbles before getting a good grip on your hips and flipping you over with zero to no effort.

You squeal when his hands pull up your hips, instinctively you prop up on your hands to see what he's doing, but he pushes your torso down again.

"fuck me, please" you whimper when he spreads your cheeks to get a good look at your sex.

"goddamm" you hear him curse before an obscene spit noice fills the room and you feel it splatter against your pussy.

You clench around nothing, which he sees and chuckles at before dipping his head and licking a flat stripe from your clit up to your opening.

"fuck-" your body jolts a little "please , john- fuck me"

"hmm, as you wish, love" your hole flutter once more at the petname before he pushes in carefully.

A groan tears from your throat, but you're quick enough to muffle it with the pillow.

"fucking hell- tight little pussy is not gonna fit all of me" he grunts as he spreads your ass cheeks again to see how tightly your walls are hugging him.

"more, please" you beg once more and he pushes inside of you all the way before quickly bottoming out.

"fuck" his voice is shaky and you feel a sense of pride come over you.

He picks up a good pace, his girth and lenght filling you up to the brim and hitting your spot with every stroke.

You moan and whimper into the pillow as johnny snaps his hips into you with an iron grip on your hips.

He feels the way you clench around him "you close baby?" he moans.

You lift your head to let out an affirmative whimper before he gathers some of your hair in one of his hands and tugs at the roots.

A whine leaves your lips before a second hand comes down to your breast and pulls your torso up and flush against his.

The arch in your back is uncomfortable but you barely feel it by the way he's fucking into you.

His hand leaves your hair in favour to cover your mouth, pressing the back of your head to his shoulder, when you yelp out at a paticular harsh thrust.

"come on baby, i know you're almost there" he rasps into your ear, the hand on your breats leaving in favor for your clit.

You groan into his hand when the pads of his fingers move over the sensitive nub at a fast pace.

You hold onto johnnys bulging biceps when you feel like you're about to explode.

"cream all over my cock baby girl, come on" his words send you spiralling into your second high of the night.

Your cries of pleasure get muffled by his hands, you feel your thighs trembling and ready to give out but he holds you up.

The overstimulation stets in and you jolt, pressing on his hand to move away from your clit.

The hand on your mouth moves as well before he bottoms out and flips you on your back again.

He looks sweaty but divine, muscles glistening in the faint lighting and some hair sticking to his forehead.

"wont last long anymore baby" he pulls you down slightly before pushing inside of you again.

You whimper and grab him by the neck, pulling him down to connect your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His thrusts get sloppy as you kiss at his neck.

"cum in me, please johnny" you moan quietly into his ear, holding on to his shoulders.

His name on your lips makes him loose his composure, spilling his seed into you with a hiss and burying his face into your neck.

"i love you" he chants breathlessly before he realises that he's actually saying it out loud and not just thinking it.

Your body freezes when you hear his sweet confession.

"you do?"

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a/n: turned a little more mushy than i had intended but oh well.

also not proofread yet, soz🤫

#sir suh in the work it mv 👁👄👁 #anyhwaiiiiis #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct smut #johnny suh #johnny suh smut #johnny smut #nct 127 smut

[littlenahsstuff]

In love, I swear.

A/n Literally my first time writing actual fanfiction. This might be a flaming dumpster fire idk. I will persevere and cringe later, but for now, enjoy.

supreme!Cordelia Goode x reader

TW:nothing much, just a big old fluffernutter sandwich. A little angst. Swears I guess.

Synopsis: Cordelia has just recruited you to be a counselor at Robicheauxs and it's safe to say you are head over heels for the supreme. Unfortunately, you aren't the one to tell her.

You always thought that you weren't too special of a witch, you had the basic witchy spells down and specialized in the people who struggled on the inside... but in a more witchy sense. You also helped the witches who needed to get their powers more developed or who ones that are just behind in school. A sort of glorified counselor you suppose. It's sorta funny, especially since you aren't the most confident, how you can talk to all of the girls. When it boils down to it you are just a witchy gal searching for love. Specifically Cordelia's. It could never happen though.

Your love life wasn't the only area you lacked in before Robicheauxs, you had been struggling to find a job suited for your interests. Let's just say that you have a lifetime ban from one of the Mcdonalds in Louisiana. Fire and grease doesn't mix.

Of course, if it wasn't for dear, sweet, precious, Cordelia, you would be living on the streets. Luckily that didnt happen and so here you are today, three months in to your teaching position at Robicheauxs.

Oh, the moment, "You're hired. I look forward to expanding the academy's family and getting to know you better especially," left the Supremes lips, the better off you were.

And yet, even with all of the joy that comes with finally getting paid, there were the challenges as well. For starters, everyone was extremely nice to you, even though you kept mostly to yourself, there was this one person that made this heaven more hellish. Madison the bitch witch Montgomery.

You had been warned by Zoe, your closest confidante in this new place and also Madisons freaking girlfriend, that she was no pleasant peach. Never in all of your doubtful thoughts, had how bad it actually was crossed your mind. It was never the cockiness that got to you, you had a different appreciation for it than most. Found the confidence refreshing almost. No, no no no no. It was in fact, that she was constantly trying to dig up dirt on you.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes y/n," she once stated with a glare. The same day you had heard Zoe squabbling about something and your name came up. Your name and the fact Madison had stolen your wallet to look at your license. It turned up later on your bed stand.

Madison's a lover of Zoe and drama you've come to find out.

It's harmless though really, you dont mind the extra bit of attention that comes with it. Its flattering so no need to complain to anybody, especially not Cordelia.

Cordelia, mmm, yeah now shes the biggest threat here. She is the reason you got this job and might be the reason you lose it.

She once caught you with your doodle journal. It was a harmless question,

"Y/n, what're you drawing?" She looked over your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin and your sketchbook went flying.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" She worried her lips a bit. Her big, plump, kissable lips. Come on Y/n, get out of it.

"Yes," you squeaked. Sinking farther into the sofa. She chuckled her beautiful chuckle and sat on the couch arm.

"So, what was my favorite school counselor drawing just then?" She questioned. Glancing to the thrown book.

Your face went red.

"Uh-" you paused, come on you're making it a bigger deal than it has to be, "you." You couldn't look into her eyes.

She gazed at you at you and it felt like a hole was being burned into your skull.

"Okay," Cordelia said, leaving it at that. Stood up and made to walk away.

"Wait!" She paused and turned back to you, seeing you scramble to get your sketchbook.

"Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I- don't you want to see it?" You said and you slapped yourself mentally for about the hundredth time she walked in.

She smiled softly at you, "Of course, I thought you didn't. You looked scared to death, like bambi."

"Okay," you flipped back towards the page and cringed. It wasn't your best peice. You could never capture her beauty right.

Her eyes scanned over it, widening before squinting with her grin.

"It's so good!" She gasped.

"Yes, that is Cordelia Goode," you joked in a monotone manner. She slapped your shoulder jokingly, making you snort.

"You nerd, I didn't mean it that way. Either way, you did a fantastic job! I wished I looked as good as you make me seem," she muttered the last bit, bit you heard it. It saddens you to remember the damage Fiona did.

"Hey, Cordy," you started. You realized that you used a nickname that Madison did, but she doesn't seem to care.

"You know what I think? I think that you're wrong. You see I just can't for the life of me get your soft proud loving smile right. Your eyes aren't as warm and glowing as they are in reality. I couldn't manage to picture the right placement for those worry lines or crowd feet you have. You might not like them, but to me they show that you worry and care and that you laugh at the stupidest of things, which is a trait I adore. You are more perfect than any Davinci or Van Gogh," you say. You don't like when your friends feel bad about themselves.

Cordelia's tearing up a bit and wiles it away. "Didn't know you were a goddamn poet too?" She joked with a giggle, "thanks y/n, sometimes I need to hear something like that."

"No problem Cordelia," I can't help it, you're my muse, is what you want to say.

"Well, I have some paperwork, but it was nice to see ya," she hurriedly excused and rushed out.

Unbeknownst to you, Madison was watching. She knew exactly how to get dirt on you now. She had something all along.

The next week you spent daydreaming about Cordy...elia, you couldnt help but go back to that conversation. You needed to be more discrete, way more descrete.

So you made sure to draw your crush no more. That didn't change the fact you forgot to destroy the evidence in writing.

You had slept in a little too late, so in a rush you were to get to your office. The reason you had being you daydreaming about Cordelia and yours faux life together a little too long.

A bunch of new juicy stuff for Madison as she snatched it from your bedside table. It was too easy really.

She opened it up to the first page. It acted like a normal diary, just stating checklists of things to do and things you did. The size was fairly large, so skipping a few pages till she got to the juicy stuff and the part where you actually did know Cordy wasn't harmful.

It was a barf fest of emotion. "Oh Cordelia is so awesome, oh I'm so lucky to work with Cordelia, oh my, I won't ever get a chance with Cordelia, she's the supreme!"

"Ew," Madison groaned, whipping out her phone.

Then she found it, the goldmine of confessions. It was all the way in the back, meaning you had wrote it recently.

"Dear, myself

Cordelia today caught me drawing a picture of herself and said something I didn't particularly enjoy listening about herself. I can't believe Fiona would send her into such a deep hatred of herself that even with her gone she's hurting. She's no mother. Cordelia is the love of my life, even if I'm not hers, she deserves all the love I can give. She's not broken, but she just needs someone to love her and I do. I promise to give her as much love as possible without her finding out what kind it really is, I'm in love, I swear.

Sincerely, Y/N."

So she snapped a picture of the page.

After school was over Cordelia was not expecting Madison to barge into her office. Let alone with something regarding YOU of all people.

"Cordy, I've got something to tell you about y/n!" Madison sang out, waving her phone in front of Cordelia's face as she sat on top her desk.

Madison was just careless with others and too carried g about herself. It was the perfect storm. The only person who could ever take it too far to just prove a point. That there was something wrong with you.

If Madison Montgomery had taken one moment to actually think about it, she was just jealous. Jealous that another person at the coven was better than her to Cordelia. She was one spoiled bitch growing up. Guess it backfired.

"What?" Cordelia questioned in concern, "Is she okay? Madison what did you do to her!?" Her thoughts raced, Madison's pranks often went a little too far. She did kill Misty.

"Now now Cordy, don't get your panties in a twist. Here read this," Madison demanded to her supreme, she shoved it into her face and Cordelia grabbed it.

Her eyes expected headlines on the news or a mugshot, but she realized it was just your writing.

"Madison," she warned.

"Come on, I know you can read!" Madison poked Cordelia's forehead, prompting a slap from the Supreme.

Ms. Goode exhaled, "Fine."

Her eyes fluttered over the words, brows furrowing with every sentence. She couldn't comprehend, could she read?? It seemed to her as if her brain was creating what she wanted to see, but no, you wrote it. Unfortunately.

Everything's silent. Then the thought flits across her head, you like her back.

"In love, I swear."

Oh she's mad. Not at you, no, she could never. Madison on the other hand better,

"Get out of my office right now," Cordelia whispered. Madison's smile faltered.

"What, didn't you want to know your feelings are reciprocated? Come on, I'm just trying to get you two to speed up the process." Madison hopped of the desk and sauntered out.

What has she done.

Cordelia was wracked with guilt for awhile, with no way to tell you either. How does one even go about telling someone they read their deepest darkest secrets. How!?

She couldn't, so she did what she could. She pulled away from you and into her work. All of those lunches spent together stopped. The nights in the green house gone. Reading together on the weekends by the fire, gone.

And it left you empty. You had no idea what you did, but you must've done something.

So you decided to confront her, you hadn't gone much sleep since, so you were literally and figuratively tired of all of this shit.

Your knock on the door startled Cordelia, but your presence startled her even more. Both of you looked like wrecks.

"Oh, Y/n! Please, come in," Cordelia gestured and you did, closing the door behind you.

It was then that you finally broke down.

"What did I do Delia!?" You sobbed, falling to your knees. Yes it was dramatic and not even you expected it but you were holding your emotions for so long.

"Oh," Cordelia briskly moved over to you, concern painted on her face. She was watching you carefully, you looked so fragile. Just like she had felt at times.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, "What did I do?" Her hand tilted your head towards her, but you still couldn't look into her brown eyes, opting for the floor. If you did, you probably wouldn't be able to look away.

"Y/n look at me sweetie," the nicknames never failed to make your heart soar. It was your weakness, your eyes met and they were glued there.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing nothing!" She took a deep breath, "I saw a page from your journal."

You froze, terror crept up your spine.

"Oh my god. Um Cordelia I am so sorry, you, wow I- god I'm so creepy! It's perfectly fine if you want to not be my friend or fire me. I didn't do it to be weird, it was how I expressed myself. I was trying to hide it I promise, i dont even know what happened!?"

"I'm gonna kill Madison, faster than my mother did," Cordelia groaned.

"Wh-" your brain malfunctions. Is-Is Cordelia kissing you? Right now?

Indeed she was and just like you dreamed about, her lips were so soft and her kiss gentle.

Maybe Madison could be forgiven... but not without a harsh talk.

"In love, I swear," she repeated in a whisper against your lips.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

hyunjin x reader | part four of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, lots of cursing (i have a streak), birth, n kkami bein a meanie

↬ notes; ok this might be my fav in the series | 1.5k wc

u and hyunjin actually were broken up when u found out about the pregnancy

u waited (stalled fuck off) until five months since u really didnt know what to do with the news

u kinda feel like ur insane, playing your ex-boyfriends music constantly and watching interviews of him but it kept u company and gave u a reminder that u still needed to tell him

u got this rly cute popped out bump, just rly kinda like those movies but u know its gonna get bigger and grow to have stretch marks

one day ur just sitting on the sofa of your apartment n the next thing u know ur door is being opened and hyunjin is barging in

ofc ur in a sports bras and a pair of basketball shorts cause they r comfortable and shirts r overrated

ur there with set out marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, as well as peppermint sticks on the side just eating them together

ur in the middle of eating a smore u had put together

u swallow ur smore slowly, sucking on ur fingertips n just staring at him

“oh my fucking god- and it’s true?” 

ur honestly so confused until u remember u dont have on a shirt n ur bump is showing

ur standing up in a millisecond, hyunjin getting more upset by the second just looking at u

“why— how? how could you just not tell me?”

baby boy has those angry tears and the strained voice hes just so upset and the guilt is setting in for u

“i’m five and a half months.” 

fuck hormones cause next thing u know ur crying and u cant do anything to make it stop

u guys really can’t be mad at each-other, ur relationship was filled with nothing but kindness and it ended only because u two felt it was going no where

ofc u two argued about it and in the end hyunjin was the one who walked out

“we can try again. you can move back in right? we can stay together and put back the pieces.”

u agreed n by the next morning he was there to help u pack ur things up n take them back to his place

he ends up seeing the box of baby stuff, with unopened bottle packages and sonograms, as well as a disc that was labelled as your 3D ultrasound

u find him just sitting there, staring at the black and white sonogram with tears freely falling down his cheeks

he doesn't even notice u next to him until ur thumb swipes the tear away from his cheek

u two just smile at each-other, his arm wrapping around u n pulling u in to his side

“that’s our baby?” he asks, not removing his eyes from the little white blob that barely was the size of a jaw breaker n u just whispered, “yea, it is.”

ur relationship doesn’t exactly get back into what it was at first,,

ur both nervous and cautious around each other

at first he insists he can just sleep on the couch so u can take his bed but u insist u both can sleep together

hyunjin doesn’t mean to but he somehow always winds up with his arm around u n ur bump every morning

he will talk to the bump n tell them how they r gonna have the best mommy n daddy 🥺

“did u know ur mommy is one of my favorite people to be with? i know ur gonna hear the story one day of how we became parents but i have always loved her, even when we weren’t together i loved your mommy. i hope one day you will love someone as much as i love your mommy, i hope you get your mommy’s personality bub.”

ur fake sleeping wbk but u dont move so u can let him talk

around eight months u two are way more comfortable n are getting closer

he lets u borrow his clothes because u used to do that even when u weren’t pregnant and he figured they were more comfortable & better looking than ur maternity outfits 😣

he rly goes the whole nine yards, buying anything u can think of for the baby n he’ll sometimes wake u up from ur sleep (if he’s rly excited) just so he can show u what he bought

hyunjin is in love with u and kkami cuddling together

also when ur due date got closer u both def went out for walks with kkami or played in the dog park with kkami

(u couldn’t really be as active as hyunjin but it was fine with u just watching)

something within hyunjin changes n he just gets so shy n flustered around u ^.^

he’s crushing so hard on u and u can guess he is but then again u two were just living together for the pregnancy

it’s probably three in the morning n hyunjin had just came home

ofc u were crying

a rly cute dog ad was playing with a baby in it as well :(

u explain n hiccup while doing so

hes so s o f t at this moment

he presses a soft kiss to ur lips n ur like wow thats um—

he doesn’t even care how shocked u r this man goes back in for more kisses

“i want you, i wanna be a real family. i wanna one day marry you, have more babies or get other dogs, that’s all i’ve ever wanted since the day we met.”

enywayz u two r dating,, a g a i n

spooning half of the time during ur last few weeks of pregnancy, but the boys come over frequently n for some reason jeongin is always bringing presents?? its cute but u guys RLY didn’t need anymore toys for the baby

u guys r just cuddling n he’s got one hand on ur bump before ur like

“ow,, fuck that hurt.”

“hey don’t swear around the baby!”

u just suppose it’s a hard kick since the baby had been active a lot recently n the pains had been occurring often

kkami is very cuddly today n he’s giving u kisses

hyunjin lowkey jealous cause kkami doesn’t ever give him kisses like that  ⸜( ⌓̈ )⸝

yall ever seen the thing where dogs know pregnant people the best n they can like SENSE something goin on??

well kkami was on it 

baby kkami is sniffing u n just restless in ur lap n its a lil weird cause kkami is ALWAYS sleeping or sitting still cause kkami has turned as lazy as u n hyunjin

u have this feeling but instead u just tell hyunjin u gotta pee :P

newsflash: u didnt n as soon as u got up, boom, theres ur water breaking and running down ur leg

“it feels gross.”

ur literally whining about ur pants while a baby is coming out of ur ... hooha 😳 n hyunjin is freaking out

he’s rushing around the rooms n making sure everything is in the bag and nothing gets left behind

last thing on his mind is changing ur clothes

though he does, putting u in his baggy sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

hes freaking out lets be honest the thought of u giving birth is fuckin scary

hyunjin is so out of it and spaced out while ur cool n talking normally with pauses everytime theres a contraction

“aish, why are you so worried? i’m the one that should be worried!!”

ur not cool after an u hit the four hours in labor mark

u do not want to be t o u c h e d

touching u is off limits ur so sweaty n ur body feels like its crumbling u cannot deal with someone holding ur hand or holding u

hyunjin just sits there

hes kinda in a different realm while he stares at the clock on the wall

hes so ready to meet the baby but apparently ur body was exactly 4 centimetres not ready :(

hes just trying to distract u by talking with the boys n his other friends, all of the face timing to talk to the parents to be 🥺

yall r wrapping up a call with jeongin when u have the built up pressure feeling again

he doesn’t even explain to jeongin hes so quickly to hang up n ask u whats wrong

“i— it feels like i have to push.”

he’s already pressing the pretty lil white button on ur bed for the nurses n doctors

they confirm that u indeed r ready to push and that the baby is in position

hyunjin trying to take a peek WHAT A WEIRDO

yall hearing ur baby has a head full of hair and u just give hyunjin this look

like WTF no wonder why u had so much heartburn its because of ur fuckin rapunzel baby daddy

here comes the cries, loud n u just heard the quietest sob from beside u which was hyunjin

“it’s a baby boy, congrats!!”

his lil puppy baby boy 🥺

he had a lil pout like his daddy n his brown locks on top of his head

it was kinda creepy how similar they looked

anyways u dont care ur lil boy is p e r f e c t and nobody could dare tell yall different

u would disagree anyways because thats ur lil pouty baby boy n hes so cute 🥺

“we got a pretty good break-up story right? one for the books.”

he’s got baby boy in his arms bundled up but that doesn’t stop u from smacking his arm before kissing him quickly

“yea, we do.”

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