#tlm x reader

[lotus02lavish]

➳ The Introduction, proceed?

˚ >>> ༘♡ ·˚꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ ꧑ᥡ bᥣ᥆g!꒱ ₊˚ˑ☆༄

"Congratulations, you have arrived to seek the world of the internet and dive into your wild fantasies." - Yours sincerely, Lotus

⇨ She/her! (Female) ** (ISFP) ➳ Adventurer

↳ Scorpio / Water / 06 - November - 2006

⇛ Known as: Loyalty Setsuko (Lotus)

| This is a side fanfiction blog |

❝I could be your girl Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me If I ruled the world, world, world?❞

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚₊꒷˚︶ɞ₊˚︶︶꒷꒦˚⊹๑‧₊ ᘏ ︶꒷︶₊·⊹๑ ࿐

⇨ REQUEST / RULES /GUIDELINES

The Seven Fandoms 🍿:

A.(っ◔◡◔)っ All Characters that are available:

Lego Ninjago ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Series (Pilot to Crystalized) or Movie! 《I'm getting lazy watching The Dragon Rising seasons, I'm sorry》

Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

The Lego Movies (1 & 2)

Minecraft Story Mode (MCSM)

The Spectacular SPIDER-MAN (TSSM)

༄ Whatever character(s) you question for according in those fandoms, I am happy to making it. Just go wild to request me and no character(s) limits! 👍🏻 I like to consider this as a challenge to be more active, and not being a lazy cat. 🐱

B. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) Only Two Characters Allowed:

↳ Samurai Jack = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Samurai Jack and Aku

↳ The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe (TSPUD) = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stanley and the Narrator

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚₊꒷˚︶ɞ₊˚︶︶꒷꒦˚⊹๑‧₊

Things I would write for joy ✌🏻:

Reader Inserts (You) x Canon Characters 💕

Headcanons 🧠

Oneshots 💎

Drabbles 🌟

↳ If your request does not mention what is the Reader's gender, then I will choose the neutral or Non-binary (They/them). Female and Male genders are okay 👏🏻 But, I don't understand writing about Trans, I'm sorry 😔

Fluff/Comfort/platonic 💝

The Yandere mode 🌹

Alternate Universes (AUS) 🎭

Genre: Romance, Angst, friendship, fantasy, action, family, Horror, and Comedy. ✍🏻

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What I do not allowed to write 🤚🏻:

Incest. 😶

Racism. 😐

NSFT(Not Safe For Tumblr)/18+ content. 🤐

Your OC x canon fictional characters. 👋🏻

༄ If you ever dared to request one of those three prohibitions, I will delete your ask immediately.

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☆ Your request might take a long time to be fulfilled for these reasons:

I am not an Ai (Artificial Intelligence) to post in the speed of light. Pretty please and begging, be patient with me here.

Author's block, overwhelming of stress, and distraction will strike me. Sometimes I would consume myself into burnt outs.

Lots of scheming with my imaginary mind until I am satisfied, rewatching, also researching.

Finding the right words in grammar of English.

My personal life likes to be busy involved.

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Also, your request need to a explanation that I would understand and not short. Don't be too long like a full scroll of paragraph either though 🗿

DO NOT STEAL / COPY AND PASTE MY POSTS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION TO ANY WEBSITES/APPS, YO! 💥

Bonus: Requests are always open every time with nonstop and I need to finish them one by one! So, I don't mind of new requests everyday 💝

I'm still learning English to be a better writer and speaker!

➳ volυмe: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▉

Applications (aps) or Websites I am in for writing stories you can find me:

1.》 Wattpad = @Loyalty_Setsuko ["Shut up bi-atch."]

2.》 Quotev = @LoyaltyLotusSetsuko [Lazy]

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⊰❣⊱ Status Report: Currecty writing, KID WITH AUSTIMS KICKS IN

"Thank you so much by taking your time for reading all of this information board. With that said, see you very soon and late to fellow beloved readers in the entire world! 👋🏻"

"old times, same loop, and new places...All together to the end." ♡

#x reader #reader insert #ninjago x reader #stanley parable x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #tsp narrator x reader #Minecraft story mode x reader #the lego movie x reader #tlm x reader #tsp stanley x reader #the lego ninjago movie x reader #tlnm x reader #mcsm x reader #lmk x reader #imagines #drabble #tssm x reader #the spectacular spider man x reader #the spectacular spider-man x reader #Samurai Jack x reader #Aku x reader #Samurai Jack Aku x reader #SoundCloud

[chaoticspeedrun]

@theastroghost made this for me about my Little mermaid fic and I'm about to make it everyone's problem

#The little mermaid AU #Donnie TLM AU #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #friend tag #chaos shut up #donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader

[simpforboys]

the lack of prince eric fics is sickening… LOOK AT HIM!! LOOK AT HIM!!

#simpforboys #simp speaks #simp speaks nonsense #dont make me do it myself #prince eric #the little mermaid #tlm live action #the little mermaid live action #jonah hauer king #prince eric x reader #this is criminal #prince eric x y/n

[ikolaiigh]

My Love Will Never Die

𝑻𝑾/𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺..Accidental S3lf-harm, near drowning, Sexual Content, stalking, Possessive behavior, Murder, Obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, angst with a happy ending, violence, hallucinations, heavy disassociation, self-loathing thoughts, Emotional/Psychological Abuse (not by Ariel btw), s*icidal thoughts, Mental Breakdown, Every chapter when release will have its warning.

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Yandere!Ariel x Queen!Reader

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀..She saved you, cradled you in her arms, and her soothing voice resonates within you like a haunting melody. When you both reunited again on the shoreline, her presence now consumes your every thought and feeling. Her presence feels essential to your survival, and you're determined to live on, no matter the circumstances...what she had done with you?

𝘈/𝘕: HI HI YET AGAIN!! :))) So uh this is extremely self-indulgent ngl, the lack of Yandere!Ariel is like...illegal and yes this is another series since Under the Sea is almost finished (I will post it dw) so I decided to do this! And in this AU instead of Eric being the prince of the kingdom, it will be the Reader! Btw Ariel here is not specified, so you can interpret her from the 1989 version or the live action! So..I hope you guys enjoy!

-Also! Ariel in this AU is heavily based by this post here! Again her race isn't specified! Neither is the Reader's :) Ariel is the acting "Queen" of Atlantica! both reader and Ariel are in their mid 20's!

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻... Ariel Carinae

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭." -𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧

When a ruler dies, the ones in line for the throne make one last attempt to get to it first. A rather chaotic few days filled with desperation, especially for those involved.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the kingdom, you found yourself seeking solace in the confines of your bedroom facing the dressing table's mirror. The weight of the impending crown bore heavily on your mind, its significance not lost on you. In just a few hours, you would officially become queen, but with the throne came the burden of making crucial decisions for the kingdom. The once comforting opulence of the room now felt suffocating and distant, a reminder of the isolation that accompanied the crown.

Sinking into a plush chair at the dressing table, your thoughts drifted back to the vivid memories of Ariel – the love that had blossomed between you, and the enchanting melody that had captured your heart. You couldn't help but recall the day she had saved you, the tender touch of her hand as she sang to you, the way she had held you close in her arms. Those memories now intertwined with the weight of your responsibilities, a bittersweet reminder of the love you had to set aside for the sake of the kingdom.

The question lingered in your mind, gnawing at your heart – was this the price of wearing the crown? Were you now destined to sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of a kingdom that demanded everything, even your own heart? The magnitude of the decision weighed heavily on your shoulders, casting shadows over the once-gleaming path you were meant to tread.

Lost in your inner turmoil, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the grand mirror across the room. The image of the new queen stared back at you, her eyes revealing vulnerability masked by a composed facade. You wondered if anyone could see the turmoil brewing within, the fear of making the wrong choices, and the longing for a simpler life.

With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, leaning against the dressing table seeking a moment of peace. When you opened your eyes again and glanced at the mirror, an unexpected sight greeted you – the reflection of Ariel, her image appearing as if she were gently caressing your shoulders and whispering in your ear. Startled, you quickly whipped your head around to see if anyone was with you in the room, but the space remained empty. Rubbing your eyes in disbelief, you couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the surreal experience. Your mind wanders back to Ariel once again.

You would never forget the fervent kisses, scattered like a trail of fire across your body, etched indelibly into your mind. Ariel's tender embrace, as she passionately expressed her love in ways no one else ever had, remained vivid. Her hands enveloped you with tenderness and curiosity, each movement a promise, while the dance of her tongue, an intoxicating symphony of desire, enveloped you in a sensation that felt as if her longing had consumed your very being, propelling you to uncharted heights, a realm of ecstasy before she gently guided you into the cool embrace of the waters. There, her muscular form, usually untouched by warmth, melded with yours, creating a cocoon of closeness that spoke that she doesn't want to ever let you go.

Every morning, as you reluctantly left Ariel's warmth with the rising sun, her tender touches lingered on your body like an ethereal caress. The memory of her feverish kisses, especially the ones trailing across your neck, sent shivers down your spine even in her absence. But it was her melodious chanting in the sea that beckoned you, a siren's call gently urging you to come back to her embrace. As much as you longed to answer that call, you knew you couldn't succumb to its temptation.

The weight of the crown on your head was heavy, Your mother, the queen, had prepared you for the royal role you were destined to fulfill. Yet, the training seemed lacking when it came to matters of the heart. Complications arose as the people of the kingdom impatiently clamored for your marriage, whispering among themselves, eagerly awaiting the day when their future queen would wed, the people's expectations clawing at your back.

You will learn to love him. You remembered Lashana's soft voice as she held you in her warm embrace as you wailed into her chest, soothing your pain with her reassuring voice. The pressure from courtiers and advisors was suffocating, as they pushed you towards a union with the prince of Glowerhaven, but deep down, you knew your heart belonged to Ariel, and no amount of forced affection could change that truth.

Under the shroud of nightfall, you found yourself standing at the water's edge, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The kingdom had settled down for the night, its citizens and tourists all asleep. With a wistful gaze, you stared out at the vast expanse of water that separated you from Ariel's world. The rhythmic sound of the waves seemed to echo her enchanting songs, a constant reminder of the love you could only embrace in secrecy.

Summoning all your courage, you stepped into the sea, feeling the biting cold on your exposed skin. You clenched your teeth, the chill nipping at your lower lip as you endured it for her. For five years, you had been having these clandestine encounters with Ariel, braving the icy waters just to be with her. Waist-deep in the water, you perched on a rock, waiting with bated breath for her arrival.

As the cold seemed to intensify, you pressed your head against the stone, contemplating how to share the news of the arranged wedding with Ariel. Lost in thought, you suddenly noticed movement in the water – a beautiful teal tail adorned with red scales and golden bracelets. A head emerged as searching for someone, wearing a golden crown that shimmered in the moonlight—it was her.

Your tired eyes lit up with affection as you caught sight of Ariel. A smile tugged at your lips when her gaze met yours, Ariel playfully dove back into the water, her lithe form slicing through the moonlit reflection. The sight of her perfect, asymmetrical face and fiery red hair stirred the unquenchable flame of your love. As she approached, it became evident that she intended to playfully tackle you.

"Wait, Ariel, don't—" you called out, but it was too late. With joyous laughter, she leaped into your arms, and together you both sank into the water. Ariel's arms wrapped around your neck, and you opened your eyes underwater, her image slightly distorted but no less beautiful. Her playful spirit prevailed as she pulled you into an underwater kiss, and you tenderly placed your hand on her cheek, reciprocating the love.

As you both resurfaced, gasping for breath but laughing with delight, your foreheads pressed together in an intimate embrace. The reunion after two weeks apart felt like a moment of pure magic, and the joy of being back in each other's arms overwhelmed you. The gentle lapping of the waves served as a soothing backdrop to the emotions swirling between you.

"I missed you so much, Ariel," you said, your voice filled with genuine longing, as you pulled her close, relishing the feeling of her in your arms again. With your head resting on top of hers, you found solace in the intimacy of the embrace, as if no one else existed at that moment except the two of you.

"I missed you too, my love. Two weeks felt like an eternity without you," Ariel whispered her voice tender and filled with warmth. Nuzzling against your neck, she showered you with soft, wet kisses, expressing the depth of her longing and affection. Each touch of her lips on your skin sent delightful shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but emit a soft whine, overcome by the overwhelming rush of lust you felt for her.

"I have a surprise for you," she murmured, Ariel's lips moved closer to your ear, and her warm breath tickled your skin, making your heart race even faster. "But I'll show it to you later."

Amidst the euphoria of being reunited, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of urgency, knowing that there was something important you needed to share with Ariel. A shadow lingered in the corner of your mind, a haunting thought that had been plaguing your consciousness for too long. As much as you wanted to savor this romantic moment, you knew that sooner or later, you would have to tell her the truth.

"Ariel," you said softly, your voice tinged with vulnerability, she hummed in response still nestled between your neck, "There's something I need to tell you."

"The court put me in an arranged marriage, and I'm getting married in 3 days," you muttered, your voice trembling, and your grip tightened around Ariel's body. Her face was nestled between your neck, planting wet hot kisses, but at the sound of your words, she froze, and her closed eyes shot open, registering the weight of what you said. After a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity, she relaxed again, brushing it off with a laugh.

"Married? Oh, come on, that's ridiculous," Ariel teased with a forced grin, trying not to believe the gravity of the situation. However, when she noticed the seriousness in your expression and the absence of laughter on your lips, her smile faded, and a flicker of something else appeared in her eyes. She continued, her tone gentle as she gently caressed your cheek, "Well... refuse, it's a simple thing to do."

"I can't refuse," you said softly, looking back at her. Her captivating gaze held you captive, and despite the tears that welled up in your eyes, you couldn't look away. Ariel briskly swam away from your embrace, positioning herself in front of you, maintaining that intense eye contact that made it hard to breathe.

"Of course you can…I will make them-" Ariel mumbled out, her irritation evident, but you could also see her fin tail twitching anxiously. Her blue eyes welled up with tears, a mix of frustration and hurt, you could feel the hurt in her voice.

"Ariel, please," you interrupted, mustering all the strength you could find to face the reality of the situation. Your throat tightened, making it difficult to speak, and tears streamed down your face. "You don't even exist for them…"

"So this is it for us?" Ariel asked incredulously, her eyes searching yours for any glimmer of hope. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and a mix of emotions flickered across her face – disbelief, sadness, and a tinge of desperation.

"I don't want it to be…uh…I love you Ariel, but I can't simply pass over this," you said, your voice filled with bitterness and desperation. As you looked at her with teary eyes, your breaths came in huffs, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. You didn't want any of this; you hated seeing the hurt swimming in her eyes. Knowing she might hate you for this only added to your agony, after all, it was your fault-

"Loving someone means going through everything you can imagine, even death... If you can't do this, you can't love," Ariel said angrily through gritted teeth, her teary eyes locking onto yours. Hurt filled your gaze, and you could feel her words striking your heart like a dagger. Your emotions were overwhelming, and tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to find the strength to respond.

A heavy silence engulfed the air, interrupted only by your sobs and Ariel's heavy breathing. Without a word, Ariel turned away, diving back into the water, swimming away from you. You could only watch helplessly, tears blurring your vision as she distanced herself. In the place where she stood, a shiny object caught your eye, your trembling hands reached for it, revealing a delicate ring. A pink pearl adorned the center, encircled by elegant purple pearls. Your heart sank as you realized what it was –

It was an engagement ring- She was going to propose to you.

"W-WAIT, COME BACK!" you desperately cried out, clutching the ring to your chest as if it held the key to bringing her back. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and tears blurred your vision, but you continued to call out her name. When it became evident that she wasn't going to return, you sobbed even harder, feeling your vision blur and your breath hitch. You would do anything to make her stay, to mend the wounds that had torn you apart.

"Don't leave me....."

Don'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavedon'tleavemeDON'T LEAVE ME-

"Your majesty?" Eric whispered, awkwardness evident in his voice as you whipped your head startled to look at him, you noticed that he was concerned.

As you slowly regained consciousness, you found yourself in an unfamiliar place, disoriented and bewildered. The world around you seemed hazy, and a faint static sound echoed in your ears, further adding to the confusion. Turning your head, you noticed Eric standing by your side, his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment.

"Where am I? What's...?" you mumbled, your voice weak and filled with uncertainty. Your memory seemed to be clouded, and you struggled to make sense of your surroundings.

"You're in the church, about to become queen," Eric whispered gently, trying to offer some clarity amidst the fog of confusion. He furrowed his brow, trying to comprehend why you were asking such a question, unsure if you were joking or genuinely unaware of the significance of the moment.

The hushed murmurs and lingering gazes only amplified the pressure you felt. The air seemed thick with anticipation and tension, and you could almost taste the apprehension that hung in the atmosphere. Each whispered word seemed to swirl together, your head began to throb, the pulsating pain mirroring the internal struggle within you. The dizzying array of thoughts and conflicting emotions left you feeling disoriented and on the verge of being consumed by the noise.

"Are you alright? Should i get the doctors?" Eric asked softly, his face etched with worry as he noticed you had been staring at the scepter for quite some time. You glanced around and noticed the people in the room looking at you with pity, causing a tinge of embarrassment to flush your cheeks.

"N-No there's no need I'm alright," you mumbled, forcing a tired smile as you met Eric's gaze. Yet, deep within, a gnawing sense of unease had taken root. Your eyes then returned to the bishop, who held the scepter before you.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady yourself. You reminded yourself of the reason you were here – to make the right choice for yourself and for the kingdom, to follow your heart even in the face of opposition.

As your outstretched hand tremulously reached for the scepter, an eerie chill swept through your bones, sending shivers down your spine. The air seemed to thicken with an intangible unease, and a voice inside your mind whispered doubtfully, questioning the morality of your actions. The gravity of the moment weighed heavily on your conscience, leaving you in a state of peculiar detachment from the reality that once felt so familiar. The allure of power clashed with the pangs of uncertainty, entangling you in a web of conflicting emotions, making you question if this path was truly meant for you.

Amid this disconcerting moment, a thousand unblinking eyes fixated upon you. However, their gazes appeared surreal, mere specters dancing at the fringes of your vision. The momentous occasion should have been filled with grandeur and significance, yet an inexplicable sense of isolation pervaded your being. As the ornate crown was reverently placed upon your head, a resounding applause erupted around you, signifying that you're their new queen. But the jubilation felt distant, drowned in a disconcerting symphony of static that seemed to echo within your mind, your throat tightened, and panic clawed at you, but you forced yourself to maintain the regal smile.

You now stood alone, with no one genuinely on your side.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻...

@yuugen-benni

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 © 2023 𝗩𝘀𝗸𝗸𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗮𝗮. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

#-the little mermaid🦈 #the little mermaid #-Yan!Ariel; #ariel x reader #yandere disney #yandere disney x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere female #yandere x you #yandere imagines #Yandere Ariel x Reader #Tlm #The little mermaid x reader

[therealmsdelulu]

I need him biblically. In a way that is concerning to feminism.

#jonahhaurerking #prince eric #princeeric #jonah hauer king x reader #tlm live action #tlm 2023 #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king

[princesssmars]

part of your world

finally created the little mermaid!au fic with prince abby and ariel reader

abby longs to see the world. little does she know that a horrible storm and haunting voice will give her what she's looking for.

wc : 918

contains : readers skin and appearance aren't described besides your hair being long! i also described it as flowing down but i thinkk that can apply to different hair types/textures.

a/n : thinking about doing a mermaid abby version since people were asking! i'm so against disney's remake mania but go watch the little mermaid 2023 if you haven't already halle was a knockout.

abby who has lived most of her life longing for an adventure. often thinks back on how when she was younger she and her mother would take trips on a royal ship to nearby islands and towns, spending time in the markets and having picnics on the beaches.

how when her mother died in a shipwreck she was devastated, her father banning most non-trade sailing only adding to it. after a few years, she manages to convince her father to let her join some of them and she's never felt so at home as she does on the seas with her crew.

but for a night luck wasn't on her side. one moment she's laughing and singing a sea shanty while some of the crew life her up on their shoulders and the next she's fighting to stay above water, watching the sea phoenix go down in flames.

the first thing she hears when she gains a bit of consciousness is a voice. its blurry at first but then it becomes soft, melodic, almost angelic. when she opens her eyes a bit she sees a figure of a woman before its gone in an instant.

for the next day its all she can think about. the faint glimpse she got at her saviors hair, flowing down her shoulders like waves. the little flecks of the sea on your skin, the shape of your lips while you sang to her...

her father and some of the workers in the castle think its a symptom of being at sea after a wreck for so long, but eventually they start a search for the mystery girl who saved the princess's life.

when she gets word that an unknown woman has been found on the coast she rushes faster than she ever has to meet you. when she bursts into the room her heart sputters as you are probably the prettiest person shes ever seen. if you were the one that saved her shed drop to her knees and propose on the spot.

but you cant be because you cant speak. she tries not to let her dissapointment show.

when you get invited to stay at the palace she decides to be courteous and invite you to explore a bit with her, and its better than she could have imagined. you have a wisdom about the world and the ocean she's never encountered with anyone else.

when she shows you the rock she discovered at a nearby island market you simply hold it up and drop it to the ground, giving her the mineral inside like you knew what it was the whole time.

everything becomes more confusing the following day when she takes you to the local markets. the way you smile at her and the way you look so beautiful while dancing throws her for a loop. but you are a bit odd, as when she was admiring you talk to the flower seller you gently took one from her hand and bit it?

later that night she takes you to the river system a little ways away from the markets to see the beautiful waterfalls and the fireflies that only come out during this time of year. while rowing she swears she hears a voice in her ear telling her to kiss you, and just when she think you are close to doing so the boat is nearly tipped over.

when she's lying in her room that night she is the most confused she's ever been. when she thinks of you her heart races and she feels nervous. in a good way. all she wants to do is spend more time with you and explore and show you every inch of her kingdom. but at the same time the thought of her mystery savior remains on her mind.

the last thing she remembers is heading towards your room before the voice that saved her makes everything blurry.

when she comes to she's apparently in the middle of her wedding to a woman named "vanessa" and in the middle of you saving her you've turned into a mermaid. her brain is stalling in shock but her body goes into defensive mode when some of the guests start to crowd in on you calling you a "sea monster".

and she cant believe it took her until this moment to realize it wouldn't had mattered if you saved her or not (although she is slightly giddy that you did) because she really does think she loves you.

she hopes helping you kill the giant tentacle monster woman in the sea will help her prove that to you because if it doesn't she will be a little ticked off.

when the clouds part and the water settles her kingdom, friends, and family are safe. but it's clear you've gone back to your home as well. and she's glad knowing that you're probably safe and happy. she just wishes it was with her.

its another normal sunny day as she sits looking out over the ocean, daydreaming and giving constant pets and cuddles to bear who sits at her feet, when out of the corner of her eye she sees you walking up the stairs and she doesn't think she's ever run faster than when she moves to pick you up and twirl you around in her arms.

when you pull back you look at her like she hung the stars and moon in the sky, and she hopes her face shows the same.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby #abby anderson fluff #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou x reader #tlm!au #the little mermaid!au

[yandere-toons]

If it’s okay could you maybe do platonic and romantic headcanons for the spaceship man in the Lego Movie? (I think his name is Benny)

Benny the 1980-Something Space Guy (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

A.N. - Request more Legos, please. I'm rewatching the tetralogy.

PLATONIC:

Benny asks time and time again to build a spaceship together, as combining his favourite activity with the person he clings to the most is his idea of the best day ever. Telling him no will result in Benny moping, then reappearing five minutes later to raise the same question with fresh pep.

His mood sinks if they are not as enthusiastic about it or are focused on other things. He buries his sadness before long and lies about his passion for building a spaceship, pretending that it is merely a whim and that this rejection did not crush him emotionally.

Benny floats over his friend's shoulder and, no matter what they are doing, finds a way to connect it to spaceships. He is not trying to be disruptive, but he also does not stop to think while crafting a spaceship out of their belongings and listing all the worlds that he wants them to see.

ROMANTIC:

Benny is fine and dandy with having other people in the picture. He barely notices anyone else during the frequent conversations with his partner, where he does most of the talking, but his understanding of his partner wishing to go places and do stuff without him is lacking.

He always gives a chipper “yeah!” when asked if he understands; however, his actions betray him when he floats after them to ramble about aerospace engineering despite being told it was a solo trip.

The slightest trace of positive feedback from his partner on his want to build a spaceship will lead Benny to construct a special spaceship for them. He takes from the surrounding environment regardless of who may own it, and not meeting this spaceship with a warm reception will provoke an outburst in Benny.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere The LEGO Movie #Yandere Benny #The LEGO Movie x Reader #Benny x Reader #Benny #Benny the Spaceman #Benny the Space Guy #Benny the LEGO Movie #Benny TLM #TLM Benny #The LEGO Movie #TLM #LEGO Movie #Reader Insert #Fanfiction #X Reader #Yandere Writing #Gender Neutral Reader

[jonah-hauer-kingofmyheart]

please reblog for a bigger sample size!

#anthony lockwood x you #polls #writing #fanfic #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #locklyle #jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king x reader #lockwood x reader #save lockwood and co #george karim #lucy carlyle #tlm live action #tlm 2023 #votes #cast your votes #tumblr votes

[biscuitblinkeu]

Vanessa [4]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2546

ToSumUp: Your department gets a gorgeous new coworker who’s oddly affecting everyone. Rosie recalls the deal she made with Ursula.

A/N: Ursula: Now sing! Rosie: Hit chu with that Lamborghini we goin vroom— (Think I said this before but I don’t own Disney’s TLM characters at all, just referencing them😭👍🏽)

“We got a new coworker today,” was the first thing Isa told you when you settled in your cubicle, a silly little grin on her face. 

“Don’t you think it’s weird the way you’re always excited over this? I swear…” you murmured, shaking your head.

“Of course I am!” She protested, rolling her eyes. “It’s always nice to have a fresh face in the office— a pretty face, I’m hearing. The boys and girls are following her around like lovesick puppies.”

“Is that so?” 

Isa groaned. “Would it kill you to be more interested?”

You motioned to the clock. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s early. You always act like a grouch this time of day. Oh, look! There they go— I said look— it's been like that all morning.” 

You see, originally, you never planned to make the effort to turn your head and look, but Isa turned your face towards the scene anyway.

You squinted.

It was a few of your coworkers along with those from other fields, bustling and talking. Honestly, you never thought the tech department and the info department ever got along but there they were. It may be that they finally found something in common. Either way, they were crowded around the coffee machines, engrossed in noisy conversation. What was so interesting about that?

“I guess it’s weird seeing them getting along?” 

“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point I’m getting at.”

“Mm, okay.” You turned back to your monitor. Isa too, realized it was time to actually get to work and begrudgingly left you alone, not after a huff left her mouth.

You were halfway done typing away at the Google Sheets in front of you by the time an unexpected email came in. You opened it up without looking at it, then blinked as four words appeared on your screen. It gave you a shock to your system.

Come to my office.

“What could she possibly want at this time?” You stressed, looking to Isa for answers.

She tried to reassure your nerves. 

“But she never calls me to her office to tell me something, it’s usually over email. And who in their right mind sends an email like that with no context?” 

“I have to agree that it’s weird there’s no explanation, but I’m sure it’s nothing. She wouldn’t fire the best worker in this unit.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about being fired, but now that you put the idea in my head...”

“No, you did that yourself. Like I said: you’ll be fine. Now go, it’s worse if you keep her waiting.”

.

You knocked three times before opening the dark oak door. Your boss, Mel, was very young for such a position, and that could be why you and her got along well. She sat in her chair, filling some papers and putting them in a drawer.

You received a business smile and a hand gesture to the seats. “(Y/n), please sit. Why do you look so tense?”

You let out a puff of air, not so gracefully plopping down in the leather seat. Your legs were shaking the whole way here. “You sent me an email containing only four words.” 

“Right, I did.” She nodded, chuckling to herself. “It didn’t give you a heart attack, did it?”

“I’m surprised I’m not in the hospital,” you said bluntly, causing her to laugh.

“It’s good that you’re not. Believe me, it wasn’t my intention to scare you. I was preoccupied as I wrote it, and the person I was busy with is actually why you’re here.”

You raised a brow.

She folded her hands in front of her. “If you’re not already aware, there’s a new face in your department. To get to the point, I’d like you to show her how things work. I know you're a busy woman, but I trust you the most to do a good job.” She doesn’t mention that you seemed the most clear-headed, not easily swayed by batting eyelashes like your coworkers. Something strange was going on.

You sat up. “Supervise? I can do that. Is she here now?”

Mel shook her head, a rueful smile on her painted lips. “Unfortunately, she’s a slippery, little thing. I don’t know her current location, although, I’m sure you’ll recognize her when you do meet, she’s causing quite the stir and is usually at the center of it.”

When the office door closed behind you, you allowed your shoulders to slump. What were you supposed to do? Find her? Go back to work?

You didn’t really want to get involved with someone described as “slippery” and the cause of all events. This new coworker already seemed like a lot to handle and you haven’t even seen her face yet.

There was a buzz from your pocket, and you pulled out your phone. You smiled at the simple, grammatically incorrect text. 

Rosie: Hi how you are?

You were able to turn your old phone back on and gave it to Rosie. You’ve been teaching her the basics— mostly things she can text you if she needs anything or simply wants to see how you were doing while you were away; how to call or FaceTime. It surely soothed your nerves, having a way for her to contact you. (You were glad she was getting used to texting you, even though it was emojis or gibberish most of the time). It would be easier for her to use the microphone dictation, something your five-year old niece often did, but speaking was out of the question.  

You sent a voice message asking her if she ate, reviving a ‘yes’ and a few fried egg emojis shortly after. You asked her what she’s doing now. 

Rosie: Listen music

You imagined her sitting next to your record player, legs curled up to her chest and phone in hand, and smiled to yourself. Another text appeared.

Rosie: you go now?

You pressed the voice record button and continued walking to the elevator. “Not yet,” you said. “Just a little longer, and I’ll be back.” Once inside the metal box, you acknowledged the woman in there and pressed the button that would take you back to the second floor, patiently waiting for the doors to close. Just as they slowly began to slide shut, a panicked voice reached your ears. 

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” A little ways down the hall was a fancy-dressed man struggling to carry a box containing files and other documents, his glasses nearly falling off his face as he speed walked to the elevator. The woman next to you merely glanced at him before tapping away at her phone again, smacking on her gum like a horse.

You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything. Well, that’s rude.

Giving the woman a side glance, you stuck your hand out, the elevator doors gently bumping the sides before retracting. The man slipped past you and gave you a grateful smile, setting the box on the ground with a huff. The woman looked annoyed, but you ignored her. 

“Thank you for waiting,” he breathed, turning to you.

“It’s nothing,” you said politely, moving back to your corner. 

He straightened his suit, smiling still. “Well, I appreciate it. I’m Chan. You are?”

“(Y/n), nice to meet you,” you murmured. His smile was perfect, too bright, it made you want to cover your eyes. When he fixed his hair through the elevator reflection, you had the muddled thought you knew him from somewhere— probably from Isa. You couldn’t be bothered trying to figure it out though. 

The elevator ride was mentally painful. Once the rude lady got off, it was just you and Chan. He talked so much. He clearly wanted to get to know you, and you couldn’t fathom why. All you did was hold the elevator doors. You were well aware of the looks you were getting as he walked you down the hallway together (turns out you were going to the same floor). The stares burned the back of your head, and you were eager to get rid of Chan since he was most likely the cause. 

“I’ll see you around,” he had said when you finally parted ways. 

You collapsed in your chair with a huff, laying your head on the table. What was Rosie doing now? 

Isa entered your cubicle and patted your back, laughing. “You poor, lucky thing.” 

You lifted your head up. “Lucky?”

“Lucky,” she repeated. You watched the look lighten her face— she was about to gush. Bright eyes, teasing smile, it’s coming. “You knew who that was right?”

You blinked. “Who?”

She shook you. “The guy? Chan? I’ve mentioned him multiple times, woman!”

“Oh,” you said. “What about him?”

“I was so surprised seeing the two of you walk down here, I didn’t know you knew each other.”

“We don’t,” you shook your head. “I just held the elevator door open for him. I don’t know why he walked with me.”

Isa sighed, if she told you he had interest in you, you would deny it flat out, like you’d do with anyone. You had little self awareness, it frustrated her to no end. Didn’t you know you were attractive?  

.

Rosie sat curled up by the window, looking outside. It’s something she always does when you’re not here, or when she’s thinking. 

Something just didn’t feel right today, and that it has to do with what’s happening under the sea. It’s been a little over a week since she left.

She came to the surface to observe the humans, to figure out what’s so bad about them, why her father harbors such animosity towards them. She was aware her mother died by humans, she was there when it happened— she saw. However, she doesn’t think they’re all bad. 

Some of them are compassionate, like the man and his daughter who took her in and gave her clothes the first day she set foot in New York. She probably would’ve stayed with them, they would’ve let her, too, if not for his wife kicking her out. It was all a huge misunderstanding.

But then she wouldn’t have met you. Just thinking about you makes her heart pound in her chest, and she finds herself smiling.  

It faded when she remembered the deal she made with her Aunt to come here. It was suffocating living there, and out of desperation she made the deal to get away from her life in the water. The details of the deal are vague, she doesn’t remember the whole conversation. 

“You have one month. If you fail to… you’ll belong to me,” Ursula told her sternly, her tentacles wrapping tighter around her. “Are you ready to give it up?”

Rosie bit her lip and looked to the side. “If I become human, I’ll never be with my sisters or father again.”

“That’s right, but you’ll have your humanity. You’ll have your...”

“My...?”

“Yes. You’re thinking hard, I can tell. Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?” She laughed, then her eyes widened. She let go of Rosie and twirled around, suddenly youthful in expression. Her eels followed her, passing through Rosie’s sides with a snicker. “Oh! And there is one more thing: we haven’t discussed the subject of payment. You can’t get something for nothing, you know.”

Rosie shook her head, she had no money, nothing of real value. “But I don’t have—”

“I’m not asking much, just a little token— you won’t even miss it.”

“What is it?”

“Your voice.”

Every time she tried to remember, the thought disappeared. It was worrying. Then, there was her father; what was he up to? She knew he was enraged. It won’t be long before he sends someone after her— if he didn’t already.

.

“I need coffee,” you stated, making your way to the machines. 

You leaned on the counter, watching the brown liquid drip into your mug with a neutral expression. You added creamer and caramel, deciding you wanted your coffee sweet today. You heard a commotion to the side of you.

“it’s not supposed to be like this; won’t you all just stop following me?” Someone murmured under their breath. They were clearly exasperated, and the voices became more distinct as they walked closer towards you. 

“Vanessa, please let me help you with that.”

“I can show you where to go.”

“Let me take those for you.”

The woman clutched the papers to her chest, effectively wrinkling them as her jaw clenched in irritation. She didn’t sign up for any of this— she was here for one reason. “You’re all…very kind, but can’t you see I don’t want help? I can— umph!”

A body bumped into you just as you turned around, the jerk causing your mug’s contents to splash your chest. The brown, piping hot liquid seeped into your white shirt, and the moment it touched your skin you hissed, immediately pulling the wet fabric away from your skin. You scowled, moving back to the counters.

You heard a gasp, followed by a feminine “I’m so sorry! Here, let me…” although it barely registered when you were too occupied trying to get paper towels out from the roll. You began to messily wipe at it, hoping the quicker it dries, the cooler it’ll get. 

Soft hands pulled your own away from your shirt and began dabbing at the stain with a dry cloth (where’d that come from?), making you stare at the owner. Long, dark brown hair obscured your view, but you saw a flicker of pale, green eyes.

You blinked owlishly, embarrassment heating up your neck and face. “Uh, who are you?”

“Vanessa,” she murmured, glancing up at you. She stood up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking apologetic. “I'm so sorry about that, I should’ve watched where I was going..”

You were a movement away from gaping at this woman— she was beautiful. (If femme fatale was a person, really). When you remembered to respond, you shook your head, grimacing. “No, it's okay, I wasn’t paying attention all that much either.” 

She nodded, and when she spoke again, your heart skipped a beat. Her voice was low, smooth, rich with a hint of an Australian, and when she spoke, you found yourself unable to focus. Her voice was like a lullaby.

What was going on? You pinched yourself. 

Vanessa reached up, playing with her necklace— it had a shell design and seemed to glimmer in the light. “And what is your name?” Her gaze was intense and a smirk played at the corner of her lips as she waited for your response. 

“(Y/n),” you replied, watching as she rubbed her fingers across the shell. Your mind began to feel foggy— 

“(Y/n),” she repeated, smiling. She looked pleased. “I finally—“

“(Y/n/n)! You got a notification; she texted back!” 

You blinked, turning to Isa’s running form. She stopped beside you, side-eyeing Vanessa. “Come on, I’ll give you a new shirt,” Isa began tugging you along. 

“It’ll be nice to work with you!” Vanessa yelled after you.

Isa scoffed under her breath (something you didn’t hear).

“Work with me?” You wondered out loud. Then it came to you that she was who you were supposed to supervise.

Would you like to continue?

#biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #fanfic #blackpink #fem reader #rosé x reader #rosé x fem!reader #park chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung x fem!reader #the little mermaid.biscuit

[cosmereplay]

Welcome to the tumblr cosmere fandom! Here's a list of common tags. I encourage you to use these tags to find the things you want and block what you don't want! Fellow tumblrinas feel free to add to this list:

#cosmere, #brandon sanderson, #cosmere fandom - general or wide ranging cosmere stuff

#cfsbf (cosmere fandom still best fandom) - for heartwarming stuff

#cfswf (cosmere fandom still worst fandom) - angst fics, complaining about other fans, hot takes from Brandon

#cremposting memes and such

Series tags! #Stormlight Archive, #Stormlight archives, #the Stormlight Archive, #tsa, #sla. Similarly, #Mistborn, #Mistborn era 1, #Mistborn era 2.

Spoilers! People are pretty good at tagging their spoilers. If you want to avoid spoilers for a book, block "book title", "title spoilers", and "acronym spoilers" and that should help you stave off the worst of it. Ex. #the lost metal, #the lost metal spoilers, #tlm spoilers. For a series, #mistborn spoilers. I've seen #secret project 1, #sanderson secret projects, #ssp1 spoilers, etc for the Secret Projects.

For characters, you might find different things by using first name only, full name, name plus topic. Ex #Shallan, #Shallan Davar, #Shallan fanart. For characters with common first names and no last name like Lift, use Stormlight as the last name, #lift stormlight. Same with #vin mistborn. Hoid's name is #hoid cosmere, of course ;).

Fanart! #stormlight fanart, #mistborn fanart, #arts arcanum

Fanfic! #stormlight fanfic, #mistborn fanfiction, #cosmere fic, #cosmere RP

Shipping! Here are some common ship names for your finding or blocking pleasure - #Kadolin, #Shalladin, #Shakadolin, #Syladin, #Kalinar, #Stormthorn, #KalMoash, #Rlainarin, #Kalarin, #Ravani, #Navaniel, and a lot more. You might also come across this format: #Kal x Moash, #Kaladin x Sigzil, etc.

Days of the week! #Moash loving Monday, #Rlain Rlendsday, #Thaidakar Thursday, #Mistborn fortnite friday

#zellionsweep if you want to pursue scholarship of the Zellion reveal and associated tumblr lore

Discourse! #discourse, #sanderson critical, #fan critical, #cosmere critical (sometimes shortened to crit), #moash discourse, #fuck moash - heavier discussions of important topics in the fandom

Sex stuff! #cosmere kink meme, #cosmere kink will turn up older writing prompts and short fics. #stormlight kink meme is a newer tag!

Some tips:

You can put spaces in tags!

If you add commentary in the tags, your followers, and anyone who looks in the tags specifically, will see your comments. Tags don't get reblogged unless someone likes them enough to add them to the post via screenshot or retyping them.

Add alt text to all images you upload, whether it's art or screenshots or memes. Because of Tumblr's ability to have longer text posts, it's also reasonable to add image descriptions to reblogs if the original image doesn't have alt text. Reblog and tag described posts with #described, #image description, #id in alt text, #alt text, #cosmere described to make it easier for people using screen readers to find it. Tag undescribed images with #undescribed or #not described so people using screen readers can block it.

#cosmere fandom #long post #I hope someone finds this helpful #updated with more tags

[roseswithamindoftheirown]

do you guys think it would be that bad if i just wrote one small little deltarune thing on my ao3 and the people who turned on email subscriptions to my tlm stuff wont kill me ??

no they're gonna i need to get my brother to give me enough confidence

jeez calm down i just wanna write susie x noelle or a spamton x reader 😨

#solar how dare you not write tlm things #solar talks about stuff #this is /j btw i dont expect a real answer #though i might actually write a deltarune fic on my main !!

[chaoticspeedrun]

Meme again bc I can

This is not how it went in the fic exactly, but it's how it should have gone.

Close up of mini Leo.

#chaos shut up #ask #rottmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #the little merturtle #the little mermaid au #donnie the little mermaid au #donnie tlm au

[ikolaiigh]

So uh I know I promised Bsd Heathers AU, but rn I'm currently having a big ass hyperfocus on the little mermaid so yall soon enough gonna get an Chuuya x reader based on Tlm, it's almost finished btw

(Yes fukuzawa will be triton no questions asked)

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #-kolyaspeaks

[therealmsdelulu]

Prince Eric/Jonah Hauer King Masterlist

KEY

💔-Angst(sad ending)

❤️‍🩹-Angst(happy ending)

🤍-fluff

🫣-semi-smut

😫-smut

🤩-author's favorite

🥰-reader's favorite

PRINCE ERIC

Series:

'My Little Mermaid' (Series)❤️‍🩹🤍

Entanglement *coming soon*

Oneshots:

Imposter: Summary: You run away after a big fight with your mom, having no other way to escape, you decide to sneak onto the Prince's ship. A little angst if you squint but mostly fluff. Prince Eric x F!Reader.🤍🤩

Picnic Date: Summary: A super cute fluffy picnic with your favorite Prince.  Prince Eric x Gn!reader. Super short and sweet.🤍

The two times Eric realized he loved you and the one time he told you.:Summary: Basically the title. The two times that Eric realized he loved the reader and the one time he finally admitted it.🤍🥰🤩

All Too Well (Y/N and Eric’s Version):Summary: F!Reader and Eric see each other for the first time after breaking up. They reminisce about their relationship and realise they’re still in love with each other. Inspired by All Too Well by Taylor Swift. ❤️‍🩹🤍

Would you love me if I was a worm: Summary: Its the middle of the night and the reader has a very important question.🤍

Sea sick:You finally agree to go on a voyage with the Prince but you suddenly remembers why it took so long to convince you in the first place. 🤍

Something Bout the Way You Look Tonight🤍🫣

Surprise(coming soon)

The Great War (coming soon)

JONAH HAUER KING

Overwhelmed: You get overwhelmed during a red carpet but Jonah is there to calm you down.🤍

Batter and Banter: You and Jonah have a super domestic moment baking and light playful bantering.🤍🥰🤩

Batter and Banter Pt. 2🤍🥰🤩

Trailer Shenanigans: Jonah really missed you and plans on showing you exactly how much.🫣🥰🤍

Can’t Get Enough of You: Jonah and Reader dancing to RnB in the living room.🤍

Eating for Two Reader is pregnant and Jonah is excited to be a father.🤍

Pretty Boy Reader admiring Jonah🤍🤩

But Mommy I Love Him! : Jonah finally meets the readers family but Reader’s mom doesn’t like him (at first).🤍

Dont Forget About Us 🤍

Doc McStuffins 🤍

Swiper, No swiping🤍

Aftercare🤍

Interviews and Intimacy 🤍

Thirst Tweets 🤍🤩

Thirst tweets pt 2 🤍

Smudged lipstick🤍

I can see you 😫

Drunken kisses(coming soon)

Jaffa Cakes and Zebra Cakes *coming soon*

LAST UPDATED: 9/2/23

*Requests are currently open*

#prince eric x reader #jonah hauer king x reader #prince eric fanfiction #prince eric fanfic #prince eric #princeeric #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #the little mermaid live action #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #tlm 2023 #tlm live action #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king #jonah imagine #jonah x reader #jonah hauer king fluff #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king x y/n

[princesssmars]

the little mermaid au with abby

#am i cookin #tlou #tlou x reader #abby #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #the little mermaid!au #tlm!au

[maggyme13]

The Last Mission (2/?)

AN: Here is the next part to my NON-CON/DUB-CON Bucky/Wintersoldier x Reader Story.

Wordcount: around 1800

Warings: angst, pain, manhandling, pissed wintersoldier, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 or do not like NonCon/DubCon for the next chapters will have those…

Please enjoy reading ^^

Masterlist

TLM- Masterlist

Part 1

That was how, in the end, you had ended up in this hideout with the supersoldier, though you had no idea how long you had already been in that cabin for there were no clocks and all the windows were totally blacked out. The only light came from the old lamps on the ceiling.

He had placed you in a room that hold only an old bed and if you had to go to the bathroom, you had to keep it in until he came to get you. That was the only indication on how much time might have gone by since THAT day.

The bathroom was on the other side of the small hallway, right opposite to ´your´ room. It only held the essentials as well: Toilet, shower, sink. Nothing more- not even a heater. He would allow you to be more or less alone in the bath whenever he allowed you to use it. Meaning he was standing in the open door, his broad back turned towards you, his head slightly turned so he would see you moving out of the corner of his eyes, should you decide to attack him.

Even though he never even spared a look at your body, you hurried up, not daring to give him a reason to do so.

Every time I see him he looks more and more ill- and tense.

The ´first´ incident happened when he opened your door for your now sixth bathroom-break. You were almost peeing your pants when he finally opened the door. You pushed past him and into the bathroom. Forgotten was your fear of him. The only thing mattering at that moment was relieving your bladder.

A sigh of relieve left your chest.

Finally-

Finished you looked up, only to see the man´s tense form standing right next to you.

Shit

“I am sorry. I really needed to pee.”, you whispered apologetic and slightly fearful.

His muscles were tense and eyes pointy; he didn’t like the way you had pushed past him. Finished your business, you stood up and got redressed- your eyes cast on the floor. You could feel his eyes burn into your skin and the hair on the back of your neck raised.

The very next second, your back crashed against the shower wall, your head hitting it a blink of an eye later. Stars danced before your eyes and every breath avoided for a few seconds.

Both of the man´s hand clenched in your shirt as he hold you in the air- your feed not even near the ground anymore and you had just been able to breath again, when your body slammed into the sink, from how he had thrown you aside.

Sharp pain shot through your sides and you slumped to the floor- crying. Every breath hurt like hell and the sobbing made it even worse while your vision became darker and darker.

It didn’t take long for you to lose consciousness.

_____

Slowly coming back to yourself, you noticed the cold tiles had swapped with something soft and warm. You were laying on your side, your hands on either side of your body, causing it to twist into a strange but still comfortable position.

Cool air brushed over you and you noticed your whole upper body was bare and still hurting like hell.

Being more or less out of it, you couldn’t fathom why you would be naked until a movement and something cold and hard against your skin caught your attention. The pain that erupted from that touch woke up your mind at once. Eyes huge with shock you jerked up, but a strong hand on your chest kept you plastered to the bed, you now noticed you were laying on.

It belonged to the Soldier.

What is he doing?!

“Don’t move.”, he growled, and you stopped pushing against his hand, laying back down knowing you could only let him do what he wanted to do.

He moved to straddle your hips and your breathing hitched in your throat. His flesh hand moved off your sternum and he leaned towards the side of the bed, grabbing something.

With every passing second you felt more and more exposed with your naked chest. Your eyed fell onto the metal hand the something he hold in it: a tube. It must have contained a salve of some sorts that was laced with pain-killers, because once he had began to spread it over your abdomen and ribs, the pain began to subdue.

Sighting you closed your eyes in contempt and you could feel your muscles to relax under his touch and at first you didn’t notice his movements had stopped, but finally you opened your eyes again.

You looked up only to find your captor looking down at you, a strange look on his face. His tired eyes burned with something you couldn’t read (But would find out soon), before he suddenly jerked away- almost like you had burned him- and he left the room. Leaving the door wide open.

What was that? What did I do? Please don’t let me have done something wrong. I don’t want to die.

When the initial shock of his rushed departure had left, your mind was immediately occupied with finding something to cover yourself with- but there was nothing more than the covers of the bed you usually slept beneath.

To be honest: his strange look had scared you and you wanted more than just thin air between you and him.

_____

It took a few hours for him to return to your room, where you had pulled the covers around your body, making you look like a mix of a burrito and E.T riding in the basked on the bike of the end of the movie.

The pain was almost gone (only uncomfortable aching was remaining) and you knew there were no broken rips inside your body, but that was about it.

“I am sorry.”, you apologised into the fabric, fearing he was still angry with you and came back to hurt you more. But he said nothing when he walked towards you, and neither did his eyes hint at anything that he would want to do.

“I did not mean to disrespect- Please don’t kill me. I just needed to pee so bad.”, you tried again.

Panic gripped at your heart and you were sure there was no heartbeat left when he stopped right in front of you (you were still sitting on the bed), that was how fast it was beating. And you wanted nothing more than scrambling away from him to the other side of the bed- but you knew it would be to no avail. He was too strong, big and fast for you to ever do that.

The swirling of his mechanical arm caught your attention again and you didn’t notice his other hand to get a grip on your cover before it was too late and the cover gone.

Shit. When did he get there!

His metal hand moved to rest on your shoulder before his thumb pressed against your jaw, making your head tilt back, giving him a better look at your throat and chest and his normal hand took a hold on your wrist, lifting your arm up and making hot pain shoot through your body.His metal h

A hiss of pain left your throat and you knew it was because of the painkillers wearing off.

You caught yourself hoping he was there to treat your injuries and not to intensify them.

He leaned forward, pushing you to lay back down on the bed, his knees on either side of your hips caging you in and keeping most of his weight off your body, though it was enough to make sure you could not move.

Releasing your jaw, he reached to get something out of his pocket- it was the salve.

Thank you-

“Don’t move.”, he ordered you again and you obliged.

He was surprisingly gentle in the way he spread the ointment and with him being this close, you were finally able to get another good look at your captor.

His eyes were glossy and tired- they reminded you of a zombie and no matter how awkward and threatening this situation was for you, you couldn’t but think about how ill he was looking.

The soldier must have noticed your stare, because his eyes locked with yours and he frowned; still spreading ointment on your sides and abdomen. It was then your head decided to remember you, you had hit it earlier: Sudden nausea overcame you and you had to close your eyes to not lose the non-existing stomach-content over yourself, the bed or him.

His movements faltered and you noticed him lean forward, both of his hands getting a gentle hold on your head and neck. Leaning back, he pulled you to a sitting position and against himself. That move antagonized your ribs, but your head was worse at that moment. His chest was pressed against yours, and he moved your head to rest against his shoulder with his hand immediately prodding at the back of your head to search for further injuries. And he found them causing you to yelp and almost puke. But the pain faded as soon as it had appeared.

Once again he felt you relax and once again he left the room with a start, leaving you half naked and shivering from the sudden loss of his body-heat.

At least he doesn’t seem to want me dead. But what does he want of me? Or is it Hydra?

___

It was another two hours later that you began thinking abut leaving the room. He had once again left the door to the room open and thirst began to torture your throat and mind.

It became so bad, it was unbearable and you walked towards the exit of the room; the cover once again draped around your body.

Maybe I should call out and ask him?

“Excuse me? May I leave the room to get something to drink?”, you called out and into the empty hallway. But there was no answer.

Waiting a minute or so, you tried again.

“The thirst is killing me. I will just get something to drink. If I am not allowed to do so, please let me know now.”

Again, no answer.

Well, better still hurry-

Within minutes you had found the kitchen and a glass that you filled with water from the tab. Drinking and refilling it at once.

You just wanted to return to your room with the glass of water, when you stood dead in your tracks.

There, in the middle of the doorway, stood your captor, his whole upper body bare. His trousers hung low on his hips and his breathing was deep and rigid. His muscles tense.

You did not even need to see his eyes to know that you wouldn´t like what was coming now.

He was seething with fury or anger and you had no means to hide or escape.

Fuck.

Part 3

AN 2.0: Sorry it took a bit and that there is not much of angst in it until now, but I promise the REAL part of the request will start in the next chapter.

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