#I had a vision and i had fun hehe

[goatpunches]

modern/band au wangxian as the guys from this post

[48787]

New Transmission The fucking Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons apparently developed what they're calling "Hetero Sapience" and are corrupting the brainmodules of the non-Pseudo 'cons around them by using annoying xenophilosophy words. Soundwave tells me they're 'Greek' and 'Latin' words, apparently. Cool, I guess? Anyway, if you see any SI Class 'cons causing... issues, just try your hardest to turn your brainmodule off before you start getting infected with their weird lingo, alongside all the other issues pertaining to letting the SI Pseudocons transmit data into your brainmodule in their own weird ways. Thundercracker, on a bet with Starscream, tried to get into an argument with one of them and his head literally exploded when it started talking about Alpha Trion's "Mythological Origins" in its weird dialect. He's mostly fine, CR Pods are working at 'peak' efficiency, but the facial reconstruction is apparently impossible due to some kind of corruption. I thought it was just some weird prank but there weren't even any scorch marks or anything. Just exploded. So yeah, just avoid optical contact and auditory contact to the best of your ability and you should be fine. Otherwise, try to force-shutdown your brainmodule if you can. Shockwave is working on a cure right now, mostly because I know he had something to do with this in the first place so he's going to be the one to fix it. He probably wanted a greater justification to do that weird data-transfer idea he mentioned previously. But it also explains the weird Thunderwing hypotheticals he's been asking me lately... Can I go one fucking cycle without someone trying to "Perfect Thunderwing's Work" or whatever other idiotic drivel that I keep finding our limited energon reserves siphoned into?? It's not even a Shockwave thing, it's like every damn Cybertronian these days thinks they have the "Missing piece of the puzzle" or whatever. In fact, Shockwave might be doing this as a weird threat against the other R&D 'cons to cement himself as the one and only Decepticon "Allowed" to have resources wasted on projects like that. Ugh, now that I think about it, that's probably a correct assumption and he's probably gonna expect me to thank him for it later. Ugh, and he's probably literally right. Ugh. At least his repairs both to himself and to his lab seem to be mostly complete so further research into the SI project should hopefully come along a little faster. Both Shockwave and Soundwave think the SIs could potentially be used as some kind of specialty weapon, but we'll have to see how they work on sparkless lifeforms, like biological lifeforms or xenomechanical lifeforms. The SIs don't seem to corrupt each other, but Shockwave keeps reaffirming that they're not "Sparkless Lifeforms" because they "were never lifeforms to begin with"... but I think he's trying to hide something. Usually Soundwave is the one to pick up on that kind of technological obfuscation, but he actually agreed with Shockwave and offered to send Ratbat to try to work out exactly what each "sapient" SI is now capable of on a personal level. We could have just had regular Cybertronians aboard to fill the role SIs fill. I would've preferred K Class to fill any role an SI could fill in all honesty!! But no, constructing cold wasn't enough, we just had to try to learn how to "Construct Frozen" and the "Absolute Zeroes" just had to be put on my ship. Whatever. I've probably said too much already. This was supposed to be a warning for my ship crew, but it's looking like it'll end up being transcribed on the golden disk as well so when this new Scientific Instruments of Destruction project backfires in some absurdly bombastic way there will at least be something remaining that says I was right. End of Transmission

New Transmission Okay so I was right, but so was Shockwave and Soundwave. Or, well, they were right just enough to make sure the backfire is postponed for at least another handful of cycles. Ratbat is still in CR from the investigation, but the cure Shockwave developed seems to be effective and Thundercracker is out and aiding the repair effort. Shockwave is now in contact with one of the SIs digitally and the other few are... integrating due to the personal efforts of Soundwave. I suppose now would be pertinent to mention not all the SIs developed the "Hetero Sapience" condition, many of them are safe for interaction. Soundwave is also currently monitoring their presence, Ravage is tasked with the regular SIs and Laserbeak is tasked with the "Sapient" SIs. Shockwave probably knows exactly what caused this event but he is preoccupied with the one he no doubt is either indoctrinating or ruthlessly interrogating. Report to Soundwave if you see any suspicious behavior, he has been working very hard to ensure the SIs have their purpose clearly defined (And closely monitored). And, Starscream, stop trying to convince the SIs that you are the leader of this ship. Not only have the majority of your efforts been wasted on subsentient automata, the only one you have actually found who possesses the ability to truly listen to you immediately came to the bridge to complain about you. They were the first sapient SI I communicated with directly and it was because they felt the need to complain about you. I almost feel embarrassed for you. Come back to the bridge so you can apologize to it or so I can teach it how to laugh at you. It's practicing right now actually! This moment of chaos should hopefully be largely under control now, the actual "population" of Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons was actually quite fewer than initially expected due to an indexing error incorrectly labeling certain shells as SI class. At the very least, we have some more specialty warriors because of it all. End of Transmission EOF

[good-beans]

WIP Poll Tag Game

I'll write as many sentences as there are votes for the winner of this poll! Thank you @thepatchycat -- this is such a cool game aw! My dusty wips thank you as well... 😂

(For the audio editing I'll do like 5 minutes for each vote or something 👍)

And I'll tag @chinchillasinunison, @fayesdiary, @elegyofthemoon, @plantpretender, @jannede @nitetime-moon, @red-moon-at-night, and @amugoffandoms -- and anyone feel free to join in!

[shameofice]

who each oc could beat in a fair fight

notes for reference:

-for the traveller, i am using the theory that their true powers have been sealed away and therefore would have difficulty defeating suni (although there's a decent possibility), whom is at a similar / higher power level to la signora

-each oc could defeat the characters below their tier.

-zhenya is not on this list because she is non-combat personnel for the fatui.

-eustorgios and kaedrik are at the same power level, so they are on the same tier. then again, eustorgios is a puppet and kaedrik is made of pure hydro, so....

-redux is stronger than kaedrik and eustorgios due to dottore's tampering with his body and the addition of a delusion. while not the strongest harbinger, he's incredibly persistent.

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 02:33 P.M 」

based on this video. this idea has been rotting in my brain for some while :') dad gojo will always have a soft spot in my heart <3

a part of gojo's love entries

your baby’s first trip to aquarium was such a cute affair you were sure you wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

“waaa~” your baby’s eyes were gleaming with wonder as he gazed at the diverse array of colorful fishes above him, completely captivated by the view.

and your husband...

“aren’t they pretty, hmm?” satoru asked his adorable son with a grin, pecking his cheek and holding him snugly in the baby carrier against his chest, with a backpack of baby essentials strapped on his back.

he was the very vision of a domestic dad, and along with your son, who was dressed in a bear onesie, complete with two little ears, they made a really irresistible pair. even you couldn’t fault the crowd for staring at them.

“fwaa! waa~” your munchkin was squirming with joy, his tiny fingers stretching out towards the sight before him. satoru giggled, moving closer to the glass to give his baby a better view.

“look! that’s clownfish! and those wiggly flowers are anemone! and that is—”

he faltered at a fish passing in his view before deciding, “this— i don’t know, but it’s the clownfish’s friend!”

they are basically the same. your little boy and your husband, both of them clearly shared a brain cell as they happily pointed out different fishes.

“meh! hehe!” your baby babbled away, excited and incredibly happy in his father’s hold, and satoru too seemed to feel the same, as his eyes beyond that sunglasses crinkled.

“damn, my kid is so cute.”

suddenly he dived down and pretended to chew his pumpkin’s chubby cheeks, effectively making him squeal in glee.

and oh lord, the way your heart skipped a beat seeing that. it was so clear how much satoru adored your baby, and it made overwhelming warmth rush to your chest.

“he’s a good man,” an elderly lady beside you suddenly remarked, making you turn to her. “not many men do that for their kids.”

“he is…” you agreed with a shy smile.

“it’s a shame that you only have one baby,” the elderly man beside her—possibly her husband—added. “you’re still young and he is so good with them too.”

your heart swelled and would’ve already burst if it was possible. bashfully, you thanked the elderly pair as they went on their way.

and along the way, you received similar hushed comments and adoring looks—

“oh my! their baby is so cute!”

“how can such family exists?! the dad, mom, baby… all three of them are so good-looking!”

“such a hot dilf! can’t he divorce his wife and marry me instead? i’ll be his kid’s stepmother gladly!”

satoru pretended not to hear, but he clearly held back his laugh. you threw the school girl who carelessly blurted that a pointed look, making her scurry away.

and after the three of you were done walking around the aquarium, you stopped by the gift shop to get your baby his first fish pet.

your son suddenly became fussy, and satoru unclasped him from the carrier. “hmm? do you want mama?” he handed him over to you. “here, here~ mama wants to hold you too~”

as soon as your son was settled in your embrace, he giggled, and you couldn’t help but bounce him and coo. “do you have fun? you do, don’t you?”

it might not visible to others, but now satoru was staring at both of his reasons of being with literal stars in his eyes.

several years ago, he thought his life had stopped when his best friend negated his beliefs entirely, but you were there, holding his hand throughout it all. and then you married him— and then, you gave him a son to dote on.

you keep giving his life a new meaning. and he was thankful for that.

. . . meanwhile, you kept hearing whispers from a gaggle of girls in the next aisle, about how much of a dreamboat your husband in his blue shirt was and it was grating at your nerves so much that you pursed your lips into a total pout.

satoru thought you were the cutest, not even second to his baby, and he decided he wasn’t known for public decency anyway so he dived in and pecked your lips—dispelling any stray thoughts and making you flush in an instant.

“sato—!”

and before you could rebuke him, he whispered in your ear:

“so... baby number two, when?”

[sleepysnk]

Squirting headcanons with the blue lock boys? Pretty please?

a/n: hi nonnie! thank you for sending this in. i’m so sorry it took me this long to finally get to this, but i appreciate you sending this! i hope you enjoy <3.

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro

warnings: established relationships, nsfw, squirting, fingering (kunigami), oral sex f!receiving (bachira), use of pet names (baby, princess), overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

SQUIRTING HEADCANONS.

isagi yoichi:

you and isagi had been having sex for quite a while. it was after your anniversary date, so you decided to indulge in some of your personal fun to end the evening.

isagi’s thrusts were quite erratic. he had this brutal assault against your cunt and he was making your vision blurry from simply just rutting his hips into you. he was determined to give you the absolute best treatment that night, and he was doing just that. he had your legs over his shoulders with his dick filling your pussy. your orgasm was making itself known in your belly, but something felt different in your gut this time. it wasn’t something familiar to you and part of you worried that something was going to happen.

you practically were warning isagi about what was happening, but he wasn’t halting. he kept going and going. he wanted to make you cum so bad and his own selfish desire was taking over him. what he wasn’t expecting was after his final thrust into you was this gush of fluid coming from your pussy. it covered the sheets and his cock, shocking both him and you. this was the first time you had ever squirted on him and you were somewhat embarrassed at first, but isagi thought it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. his dick got hard all over again when he watched what happened before him.

“fuck.. don’t even be embarrassed, baby, i wanna see you do that again..”

bachira meguru:

you and bachira had been having sex for so long, you forgot how many orgasms you had the entire night. he had just returned home from a very long soccer match and all he wanted was to bathe in your embrace, but one thing led to another, and he pounced on you like a wild animal.

bachira had you in all kinds of positions. he practically almost folded you in half when he was making you cum for the third time. he was making you go crazy. your pussy was so tired and sore and there was a huge mess on his cock, but he didn’t show any sign of stopping. he could feel another climax coming from you since your cunt was practically closing in on him again, so he decided last minute to use something else on you. his pretty mouth that you swore hands down was from a god itself.

bachira pulled out of your dripping hole, leaning down and spreading your thighs apart to get a great taste. he lapped up your juices and latched his mouth into your sensitive folds. his tongue was so warm and he kept licking at your bud, making you shove your hands into his hair. you couldn’t stop the cries that slipped from your lips every time he went at it, and you were so fucking close to reaching that delicious high. there was something foreign about it, though. you somewhat blamed it on the overstimulation, but it was hurdling towards you so quickly you barely had time to react when you squirted all over his mouth and his face. your jaw was practically on the floor and bachira seemed just as surprised, but he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face. he always wanted to make you squirt.

“hehe.. took me some time, but i finally got you to do it, baby.”

kunigami rensuke:

kunigami is a big guy, so you already know that those fingers are also pretty big. he’s fingered you many times before and he’s made you feel full that way, even without his cock.

the two of you were watching a movie. you were lying beside your boyfriend and his hands started to explore you in a teasing manner. you knew him very well, so you already knew what he wanted from you. his fingers began to play with your clit, swirling it around to the point where you were soaked. he sunk two of his digits into your dripping hole, making any mention of the movie in front of you disappear the moment he started pumping into you. his fingers were so thick and nice you couldn’t hold back and started crying his name like it was a prayer. he was so good at it. it took your breath away every time he curled upwards to find that spot inside of you.

he had your thighs wide open, leaning in to kiss you every so often while he fingered you. he was reaching all of those nice areas inside of you and you knew you were getting close. your body language explained it all and kunigami was so damn excited to see how hard you were going to cum for him. you were scratching at his wrist, whining like a bitch in heat for him. then, after practically dirty talking you the entire time, you reached your high. he was surprised to see that you started squirting all over his wrist, leaving it all over the sheets. you were at a loss for words, but you were too fucked out to care.

“why don’t we do that again, baby? how about on my cock this time.. yeah?”

nagi seishiro:

after returning home from a long day, nagi wanted nothing more than to be by your side, but when he smelled how great your perfume was he had gotten harder than a rock. he missed you so much.

nagi lost count of how many times he had made you cum. you and him were both sweating and your bodies were practically sticky from it. he could care less, though. all he cared about was making you feel good, and that’s exactly what he was doing. you were a mess underneath him with his cock buried inside your sweet pussy. nagi only yearned to make you cum even more, and with your cunt slowly closing around him, he knew he was going to make that possible.

you were so overstimulated. your body was screaming for some type of relief but it was just too good to stop. your thighs were trembling and you couldn’t stop blabbing for more from your boyfriend. nagi thought it was so cute to see you in such a manner. he only kept up that rough pace he had and it excited him that you were once again reaching another orgasm. he was whispering dirty things in your ear, toying with your puffy clit to only make it more exciting for you. nagi kept going until he felt a huge gush of something on his abdomen and his groin. he saw you shaking while you squirted all over the bed. he honestly couldn’t believe his eyes that it had just happened, but he wanted to see you do it over and over again. it was such a turn on for him.

“oh? so that’s what you can do? heh, let’s try it again, princess..”

[satoruxx]

MORNING CHILLS.

✧ PAIRING: diluc ragnvindr x reader | 1.2k words

✧ SUMMARY: fluff, lots of domesticity, established relationship, clingy diluc, clingy reader, lots of clinginess overall, this is way too cheesy, an absurd amount of sweetness really, but anyways domestic mornings !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: this is my entry for the summer santa event hosted by @solarisfortuneia and i got assigned to @pvbbyb0y !! i’m so sorry it’s late but i’m really hoping you enjoy this hehe :D i had a lot of fun writing it (diluc my beloved mwah)

despite wielding a pyro vision, diluc ragnvindr runs cold in the mornings.

you'll probably tell him he's absurd, clinging to him for warmth whenever you can, but he knows in his gut that it's true. he's usually warm, except for the early dawns, when he's roused from sleep and even the slightest shift of his skin against the sheets makes him shiver.

he used to hate the mornings for this exact reason. he hated being pulled from the comforting warmth of his dreams only to realize that there was nothing but cold and emptiness in the bed he slept in. he hated the feeling of ripping the sheets away from his body, hated the feeling of goosebumps rising over his flesh, hated the feeling of his bare feet touching the cold wood of the manor's floors. he hated it all.

he tells you as much one morning, when you're still hazy with sleep and slow to process his words.

"isn't it strange that those with pyro visions aren't always warm?" he asks quietly, voice thick with sleep as he speaks out into the silence. you attempt to crack an eye open, but the sunlight filtering in through the curtains makes you flinch, and you opt for burying your face into his arm instead.

when you answer, your voice is muffled against his skin. "what are you talking about?"

he sighs, quietly, so that he doesn't break the peace. he's been scared of doing that lately. "i'm always cold in the mornings..."

there's a silence that lingers in the air before you're snorting out a laugh, shaking your head. "no you aren't."

diluc sits up a little, so that his back can rest against one of the pillows. the sheets slide down his body a little, and he almost hisses as the cool air hits his skin. he eyes your disheveled hair, confusion evident in his tone. "yes i am." he replies simply.

you finally pick your head up to glare at him critically, unlatching yourself from his arm. "you're ridiculous, no you are not." you say, groggily adjusting yourself so that you can rest your face against his chest and drape your arm over his waist. "you run so warm all the time. it's the most pleasant thing ever."

he pauses, looking down at you with interest, his calloused palms coming up to thread through your hair like it's routine. "oh? what do you mean by that?"

"i mean," you stress with a sigh. "that you're so warm and so comfortable and it makes me feel clingy."

you say all of this with a grumpy pout, and diluc can already tell your only goal right now is to go back to sleep. the thought makes him bite back a grin, because it's almost funny how you can say these sweet things with such an exasperated expression. he doesn't really have an answer to give back, and instead he smiles to himself, fingers coming down to drift over the skin of your arm.

there's another comfortable silence between the two of you and diluc's thoughts travel through his head slowly, lazily.

"i hate the cold, you know?" he muses, gaze trained on the folds of his bedsheets with disinterest.

"is this another horribly concealed jab at captain kaeya?"

he laughs despite himself, shaking his head even though you can't see him with your eyes closed. "no, this isn't about kaeya. i just don't like how the cold makes me feel." he answers as his laughs die down, fingers still tracing patterns over your skin. "especially in the morning, when i have to get out of bed."

"why's that?"

he pauses, smiling to himself and leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "because you're warm, and when i get out of bed i can't hold you, so it makes me cold."

a tired giggle escapes your lips, and you shake your head against his chest playfully. "i hope you know that was extremely cheesy, diluc."

he shrugs, choosing to keep the rest of his thoughts to himself. one day, he'll find a way to explain it to you properly. how cold he's gotten used to feeling in an empty bed and how he always believed that cold would remain with him, lonely and isolating and oh so frigid. he'll find a way to tell you that he now hates getting out of bed because he can't bring himself to let go of your addicting warmth, in all of its loving and welcoming glory. he'll somehow find a way to let you know that it's almost torture for him to rip himself away from your embrace every single day.

but for now, he'll keep those thoughts to himself.

he moves to get up, and immediately your eyes shoot open, grip tightening. he laughs quietly, as though this doesn't occur every morning. "you know i have to get up, my love."

"you don't." you say simply, tugging his hand ever so slightly. "you could just stay."

his shoulders drop, a helpless smile on his face as he reaches over to smooth down your hair.

“and who would take care of the manor?” he asks, tilting his head as a few strands of fiery red hair fall across his eyes.

"adelinde runs the place better than you do."

"oh, she does." diluc chuckles, pressing his lips to your temple. "but that doesn't mean i don't have to attend to my duties too."

the look you give him is criminally endearing, and his sigh comes out more indulgent than anything else, powerless in front of you. he moves to get back into bed, and you make yourself comfortable against him again.

he doesn't even have it in him to be angry, instead just letting his fingers stroke your hair and lull you back into that sweet sense of security you claim to feel in his arms.

and all diluc ragnvindr can do in that moment is smile to himself, feeling slightly helpless but oh so warm and fuzzy.

he waits until he's sure you've fallen asleep again to finally get up, the telltale sign of your breathing getting slower so familiar to him it makes his stomach flip. your words echo in his head, and a smile tugs at his lips as he forces himself to turn away from you and get himself ready for the day. truthfully, if you opened your eyes again and asked him to stay, he'd get back into bed with you in a heartbeat. because you look so warm all cuddled up in his sheets like that, lips parted and hair mussed like it's the most natural thing in the world.

and archons above he was starting to feel cold all over again.

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CANDY PRINCESS — nanami kento

you miss out on trick or treating with your daughter, but kento and yuuji don't

contents. fem!reader dad!nanami, big brother yuuji, fluff sorcerer!reader, aftermath of trick of treating hehe, cute nanami family moments on halloween — 969

you get home from a mission later than usual, your clothes coated in the blood of curses, bruises up and down your arm. your hair is a mess, and you miss your family, irritated that you'd had to work on halloween, especially since everyone knew you had a young daughter you'd wanted to spend the evening with.

when you open the door, there's a movie playing, a halloween cartoon that you haven't watched in years. candy wrappers are spilled all over the floor, your daughter picking out all the candies she doesn't like.

she sees you before you can say anything, and she jumps to her feet, scurrying across the room in her little pink princess dress, crown tumbling off her head. "mommy!"

you smile, relaxing at the sight of your sweet little girl, and outstretch your arms as she jumps into them. the blood from your shirt smears onto her dress, but she's used to seeing you in such a state; you and kento can protect her from a lot of things, but not from the vision of you covered in gore, exhausted after a long day.

"hi, sweetie," you say, kissing her forehead as you brush the loose tendrils of hair away from her face. "i missed you. i'm sorry i couldn't come trick or treating with you."

"that's okay, mommy," she squeezes your hand, her tiny palm wrapping around your thumb. "yuuji came with us! we had so much fun! he's really good at being my knight!"

you squeeze your daughter tight once more, and set her back down, letting her lead you over to the stash of candy.

"hey, you're back!" yuuji says, sitting up on the floor next to his own bag of halloween candy. he's dressed up in a knight costume, the helmet beside him on the floor as he grins up at you. "your mission took longer than we thought."

"well, there was unexpectedly first grade curses that no one warned me about." you sigh, letting the exhaustion seep into you; you're finally able to relax, the tension in your shoulder draining away. "where's-"

you feel kento sneak up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he kisses your temple, grins into your hair. "a treat for me finally?" he asks stupidly, and you roll you eyes with a smile, squeezing the hands that rest on your stomach. "how did the mission go?"

you don't get a chance to respond before your daughter is pulling you back to the ground, guiding you and kento to sit beside her.

"mommy, here are all your favorites! daddy said you liked these ones a lot so i saved them for you," she smiles, only able to hold a few pieces of candy in her small hands. "and yuuji traded some with me, because i think those are yucky!" she points to a pile of caramel candies that she's traded for the packages of gummy bears.

kento sits beside you, throwing his arms around your shoulder as he stretches his legs out in front of him. you still feel dirty from the mission, but you let yourself bathe in the relaxing atmosphere as you melt into your husband.

"did he?" you ask, looking up at yuuji. "what a nice big brother."

the teenage boy shrugs, picking up a caramel that he tosses into his mouth. "i'm not picky, i'll eat anything."

kento sighs. "we're all well aware of that."

your daughter scrambles onto kento's lap, bringing over some of the packages of gummy bears with her. there's chocolate on her face, and the lip gloss she'd begged you to let her wear had somehow gotten all over her chin. still, she looks adorable in her little gown, which has muddied at the bottom.

"which ones do you want?" she asks her father, smiling up at him with a wide grin, toothless grin. "the pink ones are my favorite. actually, i like them all! but you can have the blue ones if you want. they match your shirt, daddy!"

kento laughs, brushing a hand over her head. "i'll let you have them, princess. you've had such a busy day of running the kingdom, you deserve all the candy." he grins at her, tickling her sides as she giggles, burying her head in his collarbone.

you smile, dropping your head on kento's shoulder as you kiss the top of your daughter's head, a few tears springing to your eyes.

then, she runs off with yuuji, the two of them off to find a different halloween movie to watch to wrap up the evening. and kento holds your hand in his, his thumb running over your knuckle, smiling into your hair.

"tired?" he asks, his fingers tracing your arm, soothing circles relaxing you.

you hum, and a yawn bursts out of you, the scent of kento so much like home. "yeah," you admit, eyes fluttering closed as he holds you tighter. "i'm sorry i couldn't go with you."

"don't feel bad, sweetheart," he shakes his head, tipping your chin up to kiss him. "you didn't miss much. i had to carry her most of the way, she got tired."

you laugh, looking at the bundle of energy that's chasing yuuji around the kitchen, unsurprised that she'd begged kento to carry her around the neighborhood. a surge of love washes over you, and you kiss kento's cheek, his lips, your heart delicate in your chest.

despite missing an evening with your family, you're grateful you're still able to have this moment with him, to bathe in the affection you feel for the man beside you.

and though being a sorcerer is exhausting, a job more brutal than its worth, you'd never give it up. just because, you'll do anything to keep the young girl and boy in the kitchen safe.

[bonus-links]

mandatory directors commentary ask because I’m absolutely obsessed with them <333 I just think it’s really cool seeing what you put into each update it’s so interesting :)

OKAY BUCKLE UP

a kind of important piece of context that's probably missing for this conversation wake and tetra have is that they were dating and broke up fairly recently. it felt awkward to shoehorn in a line about it but there u have it. anyway that's why wake feels the need to ask tetra to keep an eye on outset in the first place. like she'd actually say no.

did u know tetra has this image of the hero of time in her room on the ship? this worked out very well for me having that in frame hehe. it's also where the sun motif in the "we're cursed" panel comes from!

i like the idea that wearing big fancy earrings is a part of formal dress across all hylian cultures, and outset is no different! these particular ones wake is wearing are based on abalone shells which i think make really beautiful jewelry :-)

i just want to call attention to this relationship chart panel. wake doesn't even know that the first thing slate did was put a sword to wolf's neck. he doesn't know how right he is

this location is the top of ganondorf's tower. it's a little bit more of a symbolic image than a memory tho. fun fact, when you look at this location in noclip tetra is just standing there without her eyes loaded in. spooky stuff

okay, now onto the big one. the flood scene! this is in fact a vision Loft had of the original divine flood that created the Great Sea, and Loft is putting the pieces together. The one in the middle is actually wind waker's hyrule castle, not a temple like i've seen a few people guess. i had this really strong image in my head of the flood starting by pouring out of Hyrule Castle. does this make sense logistically, given the barrier we see around Hyrule Castle implies it was saved from the flood? maybe not, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so in the comic it goes

we don't ever seen WW's castle town in the game, so I actually used OOT's castle town as a reference. I just really needed a reference for this or else my head was gonna explode lol. that's also OOT's death mountain, which is mostly just there to show the spread of the flood.

this ending bit with the flood is kind of intended to be a continuation of the Farosh scene on the bridge. Loft is going to continue to have and be reminded of terrible visions of the future, and that anxiety he has around that isn't going to just go away. But I really wanted a scene where he acts on what Slate told him on the bridge— don't pity this place. He snaps himself out of it and chooses to join the party.

another note on that last panel lol, the person who's waving to him is Rose, the pig lady from the bonus comic!

alrighty I think that's all I got for now

[idkfitememate]

all I can think of is a golden weasel!Creator

who for whatever reason is dead set on finding a way to either mess with the examine board or find sneak into the funeral parlor-

anyway various animal creator my love(s)🫰

“Zhongli! They’re at the door again!!”

Zhongli huffed with a smile as he walked to the door, picking up a one mora on the way. Opening the door he was met with your silly little smiling face.

“Hello little one. Here you are. Have fun doing whatever it is you do with this mora hehe.” Zhongli smiled at you as you put the mora in the rather large pack on your back.

“Wait wait wait!! I’ve got a little donation too!” Hu Tao cried. She waved a single mora in the air as she ran to the door.

“Here ya go little guy!~ Have fun with it!~” She waved you off as she stood behind Zhongli, watching you run off to… well where ever you ran off too.

Unlike other weasel theives, you never took more than one mora a day from you “targets”. Rushing all throughout Liyue, you had everyone wrapped around your tiny little paw.

From Hu Tao and Zhongli to even the Adepti. All have you one mora. That was twelve mora a day in itself. But then you had everyone else (non vision users), so that came toooooo… five hundred and one mora!.. What? Mountain Shaper liked to give you two mora :).

Now I bet you’re wondering: “What do you do with all this mora? As a weasel, you didn’t really have a real need for mora… right?

WRONG!

You ran your ass to the edge of Liyue, all the way to a houseboat no one cared to notice.

Wondering in, you were met with the sight of the old man who had saved you from becoming just another weasel thief.

He refused to give his name, fearing everyday might be his last. That’s what he first said when he met you, and that’s why he saved you. To preform one more good deed.

That was two years ago.

He had been getting stronger everyday and you couldn’t be more proud.

You would gather the mora for him so he would feel the need to get up and use it. To survive. And you were right there beside him.

You hopped up on his lap, murring and calling at him. He rubbed up and down your back, gently removing the pack from your back.

“Hello there my dear. How was today’s heist?”

Gods you loved him and would do anything for him.

Since you didn’t have a clear ending I took the reins and made one! Hehe, cute little thief stealing to help a nice old man no one cares about anymore. Mmmm, familial bonds mmmmm ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

[mxtantrights]

HELLOOOOO!!!! IT’S 🌬️!!! SO SORRY FOR THE RADIO SILENCE :((((

But I’m back and ready to get this party started hehe, SO! What about Boxer!Jason running into you at the train station while you’re getting home from work. You don’t know each other, and he’s an intimidating guy, with bandages on his hands and a fading shiner on his face.

And Jason knows that, so he keeps to himself. Up until a group of drunk guys stumble into the almost deserted train station and start bothering you…

Have fun!!!! Much love, you’re amazing :))🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

It’s late at night and work really tested your limits today. So when you get on the train you don’t take notice of the guys in the cart with you. It wouldn’t be the first time that you got him into a cart with sketchy people.

But something about this time is different. Out of your peripheral vision, you see a guy a couple of seats to the right of you with bandages on his knuckles and maybe one bandage over the bridge of his nose.

And you think to yourself in that moment, he’s probably the one guy you will have to stay away from.

 much to your dismay the guys in the car proved to you that that’s not the case. They start coming over to you one by one. The first two don’t say anything to you. They just take up both ends of the bench that you’re sitting on. The third one is the one that actually says something to you. Something sleazy with a pet name that you really don’t like.

You can’t slide away from the man and you second-guess standing up and picking another seat. There’s only a few ways that could go even though you’re just trying to be by yourself. So you try and shake your head and tell him no, but he doesn’t seem to take no for an answer.

 It’s not until the fourth guy comes over, and they are both blocking your front view, that you decide enough is enough. You stand up and tell them to leave you alone and walk over to the only other soul in the cart.

Cue boxer!Jason.

 of course the guys weren’t gonna give up. But that doesn’t mean that boxer!Jason wouldn’t let it slide. He wasn’t going to let it slide to begin with, but once he saw that you got up, he decided that he would step in.

The guys follow you over to your new seat. But it doesn’t last for long because boxer! Jason stands up at his 6 foot height and stairs, both of them down. Which makes them both back up and try to act like they weren’t hounding you.

You’re silently thanking the beat up guy who saved you from whatever unknown fate you were going to meet in the train cart with those guys. And at the next stop, they decide to get off. Which leaves you alone…

With him.

He tells you that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. And you thank him for just being there. Of course, boxer! Jason is going to say you handled it well on your own. And you’re gonna throw in there that you had the confidence of a worker scorned.

So you give him your name. He gives you his. And you two hit it off. Non stop talking for several stops. And when it is you’re time to finally get off you pull out a sticky note with a pen. You scribble out your number as fast as you can and give it to him. And then run out the cart.

The doors close as boxer!Jason looks down at the little note you left him. Wondering how he was gonna turn this into more than a one time thing.

A/n: wind anon is back yall!! I hope you’re doing well and thank you so much for sending this in I adore you so much for this new idea <33333 I hope you enjoy.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi Hal! First of all, congratulations for reaching 5k followers! Your fanfics are what pushed me further into COD and Cult of Vagabonds turned me into a full on Gaz girlie 💗

With that, I would love to request some sort of boyfriend drabble for Gaz! I remember in some of your asks, you guys would talk about Kyle being a gentleman and just him being a sweet and loving partner in general. So, I was thinking of scenarios with him taking care of reader, maybe he helps her with her skin care routine when she's too tired, or he picks her up and takes her home when she gets drunk (and he goes along with her drunk shenanigans but at the same being the protective, worrywart bf) or (as someone who loves shopping and dressing up) they go on dates and they spoil each other since they know each other's preferences so well, stuff like that hehe.

Again, congratulations on the milestone Hal! Here's to many more celebrations and achievements 💖

—Drunken Sappiness

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

You giggle, slurring your words as you get placed into the back seat of a cab. 

“I love you s’much, Kyle, y’know that?” The man himself is smiling fondly, heart eyes stuck into his head as he holds the door for a moment before grabbing your legs, pushing them inside. He shakes his head in good-nature.

“I’m flattered, Sweetheart. I love you too, yeah…? Let’s get you home—think you’ve had a bit too much fun tonight.”

Your arm is over your eyes before it’s grabbed, Kyle grunting, “Up you get,” before the world slips and you’re sitting up, belt clicked around your frame by long fingers. 

The driver waits patiently as your boyfriend closes the door and jogs to his side, opening and closing it before giving the directions to your shared flat as you lean over into him heavily. 

“I like your smile,” you push out, gripping his waist tightly, nuzzling his shoulder. 

Kyle watches, face bright and teasing as his arm loops your body to pull you into him. This was turning out to be a good end to the night—he always knew you were a clingy drunk, but this was just sweet. 

“Yeah?” He asks, pushing farther on with a smirk as the vehicle turns and continues on. “What else do you like about me, Love?”

“What isn’t there to like?” You hum, eyes blown and half-lidded. You’d crash soon, but Kyle wanted to get you ready for bed before that; at least into some pajamas and get your makeup off. He’d hate for you to wake up uncomfortable.

“Well,” the man teases, “can’t argue there.”

You laugh into him, uttering, “My head’s spinnin’.”

Kyle’s face becomes a bit more understanding, worrying even when he knows it’s normal. “We’ll be back soon, yeah? Get you off to bed—you can tell me about how dashing I am in the morning, okay?”

“Deal,” you whisper, vision blurring as a hard kiss is placed on your head.

The man does as he promised himself he would, and soon after you’re, difficulty, dressed into pj’s, he’s kneeling down as you sit in your vanity seat, spreading micellar water on a cotton pad. 

“C’mon, Love, keep those eyes open for me.” The item is moved along your cheeks as your lashes flutter. You’d take a shower in the morning, Kyle just wanted you to get some rest. “There we are, then….Beautiful.”

Humming under your breath, you blink at him as he takes off your mascara, using another pad to not spread the particles around when he starts on the other eye. 

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, still under the alcohol’s effects but not lying for a mere moment. “S’good to me.”

The Brit feels his cheeks go hot, clearing his throat at the praise and your sleepy expression. 

Lord…you looked adorable. 

“I’m a lucky bloke,” he utters to you, standing back up and kissing your forehead. “Couldn’t ask for a better woman to be around.” Kyle huffs a chuckle. “Even when she’s drunk, she’s complimenting me. You’re an ego boost, Love. A dangerous one.”

Even if you only registered half of those words, you still know the way he picks you up and carries you to bed, settling you down before flicking off the lights.

“Water’s on the nightstand—meds, too,” he mutters into your scalp as he slips beside you, pulling the covers up around both of your bodies. “I’ll remind you when you wake up.”

His hand rubs up and down your skin, thumb massaging the flesh in tiny circles that leave your mind purring at the slight pressure. Kyle’s lips are at your hairline, not leaving there as he holds you lightly to him, humming in the back of his throat. 

“Love you,” you slur for the millionth time that night. 

Kyle has no problem answering for a billionth. 

“Love you too, Sweetheart. You go on and sleep now.”

So, with little resistance, you do.

He really was the definition of the perfect boyfriend.

[wegc]

Idk if ur hard hours r open but 🤭

I had a thought about my pookie baby pie Lee Minho <33 and they’re all filthy <33

I feel like Minho would be soooo into spitting but maybe I’m projecting; he’d totally take you by the throat or jaw and pry your mouth open with his fingertips just to spit into your mouth; maybe calling you “his good slut” and talk about how “obedient you are for him.” He’d also spit on your face, swearing in into your makeup and tears as he punishes you for acting like a brat all day.

And Minho who is totally whipped for you— like I mean whipped. Down horrendously, wants to worship the ground for this u walk on. He’d still tease you and do the usual Lee Minho shenanigans but like??? He’d also be so sweet and kind and gentle with you. Which leads me to fluffy sex with him <33 just adores you and is kissing all along your cheeks, swiping away the tears of overstimulation (though you don’t want him to stop). Maybe if the mood is right HE’D EVEN CRY??? Like mid “I love you” and he’d sob softly; I’m thinking post argument sex?? I need this man so bad……

ANYWAYYY IM NOT GONNA BOMBARD YOU WITH MY HORNY THOUGHTS SO 😭 HAVE THESE <33

I hope ur having a good day and pls drink water and your writing is so good I can’t wait to read more <33 and if it’s okay could I be your first anon? maybe 🫧 anon if I could !

LEE MINHO IS THE RESIDENT SPIT KING IN STRAY KIDS!!!!! i do not make the rules but you cannot deny the truth—i’m glad we see a similar vision 🫧 anon!!!

lee minho’s cock throbs when you tell him you want him to spit in your mouth. he’s thought about it so many times and considers doing it every time the two of you have rough sex but can’t seem to muster up the courage to do it because he doesn’t wanna scare you off :(

it’s an ownership thing for him and also because of how intrinsically degrading it is to spit in someone’s face. it just drives him crazy every time you open your mouth, signalling to him that you want him to defile you. you’re so obedient and needy, and isn’t it so fun and satisfying to demean you when you start acting out?

in addition to a spitting kink, minho has a slapping kink and would get a kick out of slapping you and being slapped whenever either of you deserves it. nothing gives him more euphoria than the sight of your eyes rolled back, face flushed (from embarrassment or from the sharp smack on your cheek, who knows?), all wet from min repeatedly spitting in your face, calling you his dumb baby who can’t do anything without him :(

sub!minho being slapped is also a delicious thought if anyone wants to talk about it hehe!!!!

minho who uses his spit to smear your mascara and lipstick all over your face after you make him jealous!!! telling you you’re the prettiest when he’s turned you into his stupid cock-slut!!!

i think fluffy sex with minho would be slightly rare (he’s a fucker!!!!) but post-argument sex would have him tearing up and sniffling into your neck a little because while he acts like you don’t affect him much, he genuinely cannot picture a life without you (remember minsung two kids room i think where skz was like lino can’t live without jisung YEAH!!!).

minho calling you his pretty little thing, his good little girl, softly kissing your ankles as he fucks into you, twirling your hair around his fingers AAAA

food for thought!!! minho buying you an anklet with his initial on it that jingles every time he thrusts into you <3

[nmakii]

“Can U make a version in which we don't come back and Alastor just kidnaps us? 🙏😔”

SUCH A SHAME YOU BECAME SUCH AN ISSUE…

— what a shame you’ve been so rebellious. your husband, alastor has been waiting far too long for you to return.

3 months with your lover. oh, how wonderful those 3 months were. sure, you were not the most fortunate, working as a bookkeeper was not particularly ideal— but, you loved him, and that was all that matters. not to mention, how it keeps your nights open to have fun.

you hadn’t even thought of your ex-husband. out of sight, out of mind. alastor couldn’t reach you here.

living the free life was amazing; going to parties, not worried about what people would say, living life the way you had wanted. every day had seemed to be amazing

unfortunately, for you… your worst night happened on one of these nights.

as you poured a shot of cherry vodka down your throat, your tongue burned with the bitter taste as the glass clinked on the counter. you never liked cherry vodka. still, nothing is better than not paying for your own drink.

your vision hazed as you leaned on your lover, brain buzzed. this shot had felt stronger somehow, making you feel a bit more weak in the knees.

you clung onto your lover, covering your mouth when you gagged while he brushed the hair out of your face. “hehe… be right back, i have to use the bathroom…” you giggled out as you wobbled over to the ladies room.

you gagged in your mouth as you felt vomit threaten to fall out of your mouth, leaning onto a wall for support.

out the corner of your eye, you see a seemingly handsome man with his back faced. quite familiar, if you saw his face, you were sure you’d remember him.

distracted by that man, you hadn’t gone to the ladies room on time. vomit fell to the floor beneath you, staining the soles of your heels.

you attempted to walk back over to your group before you tripped over your own two feet, crouching on your heels while leaning on a wall to keep you up straight as your vision faded in and out.

the man from before had caught you tripping over yourself, disturbed by the loud clacking. he walked over to you, bending down to your level.

oh.

“there you are, my dear. i thought that bartender didn’t end up giving you that shot. i’m glad he did. we’ll be home very soon my darling.”

and when you woke up, you were in that house again, nightgown on— the nightgown you wore the night before you ran away… and, alastor beside you. he held you tight by your waist as you tried to pull away. and, with that struggle beside him, alastor woke up.

“ah, you’re awake!” he smiled. “alastor… w…what happened..?” you turned your head around ever confused, taking in the surroundings. “what ever do you mean, dear?” he raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused.

“i…i had a dream— i was in mississippi… i was in a club..? you were there, how are we back here?” you held your head, trying to make sense of what happened. had alastor kidnapped you?

“my stars… that’s quite a dream you had, dear.” alastor laughed. “say… what’s the date today?” you asked.

“are you doubting yourself that much, my love? it’s march 24th!” the night you’d run away. “i already took care of the morning chores… but, you looked so adorable sleeping and drooling on your pillow, i had to come back!” alastor laughed, teasing you uncharacteristically lovingly.

“uh huh… d…don’t you have work?” you asked. it seemed to be early into noon already, the sun shining bright into your bedroom. “ah, yes… about that, i decided to take the morning off!” he shrugged.

“well, you should hurry off then…” you quickly got out of bed and into the kitchen, preparing a quick breakfast for alastor. “why rush, dear? it’s only 6!” he laughed, leaning on the kitchen counter as he watches you cook. “so, that you have some time before work… dear…” you explained, hesitating at the pet name. it didn’t feel quite right.

it wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t have been. it felt so real. every morning, every toe-stubbing, every kiss; every sensation was so real.

as you plated breakfast, you took a quick glance to the calendar hanging on the wall. just as alastor said, march 24th.

alastor took a bite of his food as he looked up to you. “dear, are you alright? you’re acting quite odd this morning.” he asked, looking over to you as you sat down parallel to him. “it’s nothing, alastor… just… a very realistic dream…” you said, still hazed.

“ahaha! still on about that dream? dear, you needn’t fixate on that, you shouldn’t think too much of it.” alastor scoffed. “ah… you’re right.” you shook your head, officially clearing your mind of it. “you should go off now, alastor.” you stood up, putting alastor’s coat over his shoulders.

he slotted his arms in, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “very well then. i’ll come home early, there is a stew that i’ve been wanting to cook, though it requires pork meat, so i’ll head over to the market before i return home. i’ll see you home very soon, darling.” alastor grinned, closing the door.

“…r…right… i’ll see you…” you nodded shakily, memories flooding in at alastor’s words. deja vu? that must be it. though, the scene was still all too familiar.

you brushed off the unnerving deja vu as you started on your chores. unbeknownst to you, alastor was in his car, body in the backseat while he picked a camera out from the interior of your luggage with a shank.

he drove out the town, somewhere where no one could hear bloodcurdling screams, though… there isn’t much a chance that the beaten body formerly known as your lover might be screaming anytime soon.

alastor scoffed. “i do despise playing with my food before i eat, it ruins the fresh ‘fall off the bone’ texture…” he mused, talking to himself aloud.

“ah, no matter… it was necessary, perhaps even beneficial… my darling is already warming up to me.” he shrugged, smiling to himself.

[neytirisblog]

Hello there!! I hope you're doing great it's my first time ever requesting something so I'm kinda nervous writing this but can I request a Ao'nung x reader where they are dating but Ao'nung is ashamed of reader because she is a sully so when they are around his friend he kinda pushed her away until they're gone

Sorry if it's kinda weird hehe

Ashamed

pairings: aonung x sully!reader

warnings: kinda toxic aonung

summary: you figure out why he wanted your relationship a secret

a/n: hello! i hope you enjoy and i hope this is what you meant by the ask :) also it’s definitely not weird at all!!

You have been dating Aonung for two weeks but not the way you want to, Aonung insisted that you two should keep your relationship on the down low- meaning not to tell anyone.

Him doing that made you very upset, especially heartbroken. You wanted to be able to hold hands with him freely, hang out just the two of you.

You hated meeting in secret and only being able to see him mainly at night because the two of you were most likely busy during the day or he would just push you away until all your friends left.

You didn’t notice it at first when it started- when he wouldn’t talk to you when you were all around friends, when he would ignore you when you would speak to him but you just brushed it off thinking he didn’t hear you.

You didn’t know about him picking on Kiri, and you especially didn’t know about the fight between him and your brothers.

Your siblings all talked about how much they disliked him but you didn’t think much of it because he didn’t act that way when you were around and even when you two would talk he would never bring them up.

You just wanted to be able to express your love to him without it being kept a secret, it soon began to feel like he was ashamed.

Could it have been because you were not like him? Because you had five fingers and not four? He never said anything about it so you never really bothered to ask.

You had spoken to Aonung about telling everyone you were together and all he said was the same thing over and over, “ Soon we will tell everyone we are together, just have patience. "

You internally rolled your eyes when he said that- beginning to grow angrier and angrier as the days went by.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, and today was the day that really sent you off.

You and Tsireya, Roxto, Aonung, and a few other of their friends were all in the water laughing and making jokes.

You looked at Aonung a smile on your face which he didn’t return and quickly looked away, making you frown.

You hated it.

He ignored you the entire day, acting like you didn’t even exist. But then you started to notice the snarky comments he was sending your siblings.

Eventually the day came to an end and everyone was gone- except for Aonung, the two of you sat together in the sand.

“ What was that today? " You questioned, looking straight at him and the anger was evident in your voice.

“ What are you talking about? " He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

You rolled your eyes at his words, “ You were clearly ignoring me today, I mean I know you wanna keep us a secret but you can still talk to me. "

Aonung sighed and turned his head away from you, “ I wasn’t ignoring you. "

“ Did I do something wrong? Is it because you’re ashamed? Is that why you want to keep us a secret? " I asked, tears beginning to cloud my vision but I pushed them away.

“ No! Why would I be ashamed? " He questioned, but little did he know Neteyam told me about what he said about Kiri and Loak.

“ I’ve been told what you did, you made fun of my brother for having five fingers and not four, but I have five fingers as well- you called him a freak so that means I’m a freak. "

“ I- I didn’t mean it like that, you’re not a freak and I’m not ashamed. " Aonung whispered, why was he acting like this? Why couldn’t he just say the truth?

“ Admit it. You’re ashamed and you’re embarrassed. You don’t wanna be seen with me- a sully, or what you call us, a freak. " I spoke, my voice raising as I stood up.

“ Fine! You want me to admit it? Fine! I was embarrassed. And yes, I have said things about your family, I will admit but I have never said a bad thing about you. " Aonung spoke, getting up as well, looking down at me.

“ That doesn’t matter Aonung, they are my family. It doesn’t matter that you’re not talking about me because everything you’ve said applies to me. " I spoke, he was about to say something but I cut him off.

“ It all makes sense now, wanting this relationship to be a secret, us meeting in secret. " I yelled, doing a finger motion between us,

“ This relationship is over until you have some courage to tell others about me and not be embarrassed, you know this really shows how much you care about me. "

“ Y/n, I love you. " Aonung cried, “ I never meant to hurt you, I was just not thinking- you changed me, I never should’ve acted that way with your family, none of you are freaks and I’m sorry for keeping us a secret, I was just scared. "

“ I think we should take a break from eachother, I think that’s what’s for the best. " I spoke, a tear rolling down my cheek. Aonung began to cry and I felt my heart break as he dropped onto his knees.

***

Days passed since I broke up with Aonung and I haven’t really seen him around.

I sat on the ground with Tuk as we made some bracelets inside of our marui. The loud chatter of my siblings voices were heard outside of the marui slowly getting closer and closer.

“ You will never guess what happened today Y/n, it’s insane! " Loak yelled, my head immediately shooting up at him.

I tilted my head to the side and made a motion for him to continue, “ Aonung apologized for being a skxawng and calling us freaks, he said he wanted to be friends with us. "

My eyes widened, “ Really? That’s so surprising, I wonder why he did that." I spoke, making my siblings nod their heads at my words.

I knew I had to go speak to him, “ Kiri, could you continue to make bracelets with Tuk? I have to go do something really fast. " I asked, Kiri nodded her head and I immediately ran to search for him.

I looked everywhere for him and nothing. I sighed as I walked towards where I broke up with him and my ears perked up when I saw him sitting there by himself.

As I got closer he must’ve noticed my presence because he turned his head towards me, his eyes shocked.

“ What are you doing here? " He mumbled, I slightly smiled and sat down next to him.

“ I’ve come to see you, Loak told me what you did, how you apologized to them- it means a lot that you are fixing your mistakes for me. "

“ I told you that I love you and that means I’ll doing anything for you, that means if you are willing to get back with me we can tell everyone that we are together and that you will be soon be my mate. " Aonung spoke, hope in his eyes and he looked at me.

I paused for a moment, debating my decision. I love Aonung. A smile appeared on my face as I slowly leaned in and kissed him.

I pulled away and a grin appeared on his face, “ I would like that a lot. " I spoke.

When my siblings found out we were dating they were extremely shocked but then all agreed that it was suspicious that he just apologized to them out of the blue.

Aonung began to work on his relationship with you family and he regretted being so mean because he soon became extremely close to each of your family members.

He even became closest to Loak which was a huge suprise because he told you that they were the main two that did not get along.

Everything was different now and you two no longer had to sneak away in secret, Aonung was no longer ashamed and embarrassed and even his parents began to grow a liking to the Sullys.

[thewxtchwhowrites]

Hola, oke no sorry haha. I can’t speak Spanish, just a bit hehe.

I don’t know if you write for request but because I wanted to say Hola I think about an idea now. What about Bucky taking you out for Dinner and your ex is there as well and tries to convince you he is the right one but Bucky is such a sweet gentle man and super protective?

Thank you in advance, even when you don’t write it hehe.💕

Ha. Did you think I forgot about you? Well no darling, it wasn't like that.

Here you have (late, but sure) and at once I took the opportunity to do therapy writing this. I was dumped about seven months ago by my partner, when I received your request, so I thank you very much for the idea, although it took me a while to prepare it.

I really hope you like it and it's what you expect, I interpreted it this way.

summary: you finally come out of an emotional sadness and decide to go out with Bucky to dinner, without thinking about who you would end up running into.

words: 3219

Beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune

You were carefully walking down the stairs and your heels started making noise as they hit the steps, causing Bucky and Steve who were talking near the door to turn to look at you.

Bucky looked nervous, and it was no wonder, the truth is that he had not been on a date in more than 70 or 80 years, with everything that had happened in his life these last few years since the 40s.

Steve seemed to calm him down, when the blond turned to look at you he had a smile on his lips, he looked like a proud older brother.

As you walked down the stairs you wondered how you had really gotten to this day, and the truth is that the whole series of events had been very convoluted and fun...

Or at least now that you were feeling better.

You had been depressed for a couple of months and it was because your boyfriend with whom you had been in a relationship for five years had broken up with you overnight with a simple message:

"I can't keep doing this, forgive me."

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you continued reading as best you could:

"I owe you what I am today. And it hurts me to tell you this, I don't know, I feel like I'm really screwing up by leaving all these years behind." Your tears no longer let you see, your vision was blurred. "But I want to make that decision and continue alone from now on. Maybe we can be friends in the future."

Bastard. You thought to yourself, it was obvious that there was something strange about his behavior after you both had your last movie date, but you decided not to listen to your intuition even though Natasha had warned you.

"I don't know, honey, I think you should be prepared…" Natasha sat on your bed and sighed, taking one of your pillows in her hands, and noticing one of the photographs you had on your wall where you and your now ex boyfriend ex-boyfriend, were at a Coney Island fair with ice cream on your faces.

"But Nat…" You said while shaking your head. You were delusional, without a doubt. "We've been together for five years, I don't think we'll break up. He's just a little stressed because his business isn't going well."

There were times where your ex-boyfriend would disappear for weeks, claiming that he was busy working or trying to run his business (a music store that his grandfather had owned for many years) and sometimes when you logged on to social media after work, you would notice that he was still online sharing posts or tweeting, although he didn't respond to your chat.

Sometimes he'd leave you on 'read' or sometimes he just wouldn't seem to open the chat, which was… strange.

Until it happened.

Even the final message of that long paragraph of excuses had a rather late apology that said:

"I'm very sorry, not only for the moment in which I'm telling you all this. But also for what I've put you through and how I treated you, not speaking to you for weeks and then coming to you to write all this shit."

That last message definitely led to long hours of crying, especially at night in your room at the Avenger Compound, not wanting to leave your room, maybe just to eat with everyone or for missions, and then return to your room.

You were even more temperamental during missions, you hit harder and you were even more reckless, which Bucky noticed immediately, he knew that attitude and hatred.

The first thing Nat, Wanda, and Maria Hill did when they found out was bring you ice cream and have a girls' night out, which ended relatively well, at least until Wanda put on a movie and the guy's name was your ex's.

A couple of nights later you heard a soft knock on your door, you were crying as quietly as you could and you thought that maybe you had woken up Steve or Nat who were sleeping in the adjoining rooms, when you got up and opened the door, it was Bucky.

"Bucky?" You asked with some confusion.

"I… I brought you this." Bucky took a cookie out of his pants pocket, when you took it you could feel that it was broken. "I accidentally sat on the cookie while I was on my way here on the motorcycle, sorry."

That, even if it was something simple, made you laugh and maybe it was the first time in five fucking months that you laughed sincerely and not in a forced way.

Bucky after you thanked him, he nodded softly with a shy smile on his lips and left saying goodnight.

You look at Bucky's face as a smile began to form on his lips as you walked down the stairs, it seemed like he saw the most beautiful thing on the planet and he even had a small bouquet of flowers for you in his hands.

As soon as you finished walking down the stairs, Bucky approached you at the bottom of them.

"You look…" Bucky started to say, but stayed silent.

"Do I look too dressed up? Is too much?" You said nervously, touching your hair and ironing your dress with your hands at the level of your stomach, it had been Nat and Wanda's idea to groom you as if you were a little doll even though you weren't totally used to it.

“No, you look like an angel…” Bucky interrupted you. He continued to look at you with those blue eyes, it was a kind, sweet look. You felt your cheeks redden and you let out a nervous laugh.

Steve raised his eyebrows at such a compliment, and since you had your back to Steve, he took the opportunity to give Bucky a thumbs up.

"Oh, this is for you." Bucky gave you the small bouquet of flowers that you took carefully, they smelled delicious.

“James, you didn't have to do it." you said in a whisper, looking between the flowers and Bucky.

You didn't remember that a man had ever given you flowers before, your ex in itself was not a person to give you that type of details and you, sometimes, didn't allow yourself to receive them either.

But for some reason with Bucky, the fact that he gave you those details, it felt different.

“It's true.” He put his hands in the pocket of his black pants, nodding at your comment. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it."

That comment caught your attention.

Steve patted both of you gently like a father and opened the door to the compound, smiling.

"Have fun…" Steve looked at you and nodded his approval as if you were his little sister. "But not too much."

Steve looked at Bucky when he said that last sentence, that was definitely a warning to him, Bucky just shrugged and let you take his arm as they walked to the motorcycle to Izzy's.

Honestly, you don't know how it happened, but it happened.

You began to spend more time with Bucky as the days and even weeks went by, first he asked you for help to play a prank on Sam by painting Nightwing as if it were a stingray and recording it to show in the group chat that you all shared.

Then you would help him with technological issues or you would end up sitting in the compound's cinema watching old movies while you listened to him tell you things about how things were in those times.

And maybe some embarrassing stories about Steve.

You discovered that he was chivalrous, opening the door for you and even letting you in first by placing either of his two hands just under your back in a protective manner. Even when you had to take something somewhere he offered himself, not allowing you to do it.

Including the bowl of popcorn, because he didn't want you to get burned.

You thought that sometimes Bucky was an exaggerator, but you began to notice that he did things that even your ex-boyfriend had stopped doing after being together for a while.

When you and Bucky went out on the street, he always offered you his right arm, since he felt a little insecure offering you his left arm, the mechanical one. However, that insecurity started to disappear and then he didn't care which arm you grabbed as long as you held his arm when you walked.

The times when neither of you could sleep and you stayed talking, whether in your bed or his, he didn't fall asleep while you were talking about those topics that you were both passionate about, nor did he change the subject, he just watched you with attention.

Bucky even remembered the things you had said to him a couple of months or weeks ago and that you didn't even remember what you had said to him.

You were healing little by little, starting to be you again.

And somehow he was healing too.

If you were at one of Tony's parties or maybe at a mission meeting, sometimes you would look at Bucky when he wasn't looking at you, and the other way around would also happen, and if you caught each other looking, both would just smile like a couple of fools and look away.

One night you heard a soft knock on your door, you recognized that soft knock, when you opened your door it was Bucky again, but he looked different tonight.

"Hi..." Bucky said slowly, seeming a little nervous, his right hand resting on the frame of your door, trying to look casual. "I wanted to invite you to dinner, well, it's not really a dinner."

You could notice and see Bucky's nervousness when trying to say things as he had (probably) rehearsed them in front of the bathroom mirror and he added:

"Or yes, maybe it is, I don't know."

You interrupted his rambling with a smile on your lips, gently raising a hand to the level of your chest.

"Yes..." That's what you said, you noticed how his eyes softened at the fact that you had agreed. "Yes, I'd like to go."

He nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief, letting out a soft chuckle.

"So Friday at eight sounds good to you?" Bucky was clearing his throat, trying to hide his excitement that you had accepted dinner, you nodded. "Okay, I'll see you on Friday."

Bucky quickly kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and left without stopping smiling like a fool.

When you two arrived at Izzy's, Bucky greeted Leah with a smile, she seemed surprised but happy that she now finally saw him with someone other than Mr. Nakajima, especially seeing you walk in with him.

You and Bucky sat at one of the tables and you had a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you, but you weren't sure after all there were more people than usual today, it was Friday.

After a couple of laughs, drinks, Asian food and bad jokes, a few caresses on your hand from his you noticed out of the corner of your eye that someone was approaching the table and you swore it was a waiter.

But it was your ex.

“Y/N…” Your ex said in a firm voice, looking from Bucky reluctantly and then back to you. "What are you doing here with him?"

The audacity of this idiot. You thought as you heard those words come out of your ex's mouth.

"The real question is, what are YOU doing here?" You responded rudely as a frown began to form on your forehead.

"So you're the… man who broke her heart." Bucky told him in a calm voice, but he was really trying to stop himself from smashing your ex-boyfriend's face into the pretty little sushi boat that was on the table, because he didn't want to ruin your night.

Bucky slowly stood up from the chair, making your ex jump a little, maybe he was nervous with Bucky's presence.

And the truth is he should be nervous.

Bucky was quite tall, strong and even if he didn't have a vibranium left arm, he would have enough strength to change your ex-boyfriend's health status to deceased if he tried to go far with you.

And on top of that he had to avoid at all costs breaking the second rule that he had agreed upon with Dr. Raynor in therapy: No one gets hurt.

Your ex scrunched his face in disapproval at Bucky's words, not believing what he was hearing, but now you understood many things, you had been receiving notifications on social networks, especially from Instagram indicating that your ex occasionally looked at the stories you published.

Part of you didn't understand why you continued to have him on Instagram, perhaps because you used that social network very little, but whatever, now you understood what your ex was doing there.

"What? N-No, I was confused…" Your ex started to speak, he even tried to get a little closer to you, but he couldn't since Bucky gently moved his left arm that was covered by a glove. "Now my mind is more than clear and I want us to go back Y/N."

Bucky tried to talk to him by placing his right hand on his shoulder.

"Look, son…" But your ex just moved, removing Bucky's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't call me son, we are the same age, pal." Your ex responded aggressively, while rolling his eyes, looking back at you.

Very few knew that Bucky was actually 106 years old, which if you had been in another situation you would have found it funny.

"Look, I don't know what you've been through in these eight or nine months, but she and I are together, and she's not interested in getting back with you or anyone else." Bucky spoke in a fairly firm tone of voice, being respectful.

You began to feel anxious, you felt your stomach turn not only from nervousness, but from the embarrassment you were experiencing in the establishment, many of the people at the adjacent tables were looking towards you.

"Are you really going to throw away all these years together with me, by being with him?" Your ex-boyfriend spoke softly, as if he was trying to manipulate you. "Y/N? I know you haven't forgotten me, you still love me, I know that."

You looked between both men, there was some doubt in your eyes or that's what Bucky thought he saw in you, maybe it was embarrassment.

You got up from your seat and enter the bathroom of the place with tears in your eyes, on many occasions you had dreamed of something similar, dreams that ended in nightmares that you tried to ignore some nights, many ended with your ex calling you different things like 'bitch', 'whore' or 'ungrateful witch' while throwing things at you or shaking you.

You ended up waking up drenched in sweat many nights, breathing heavily and then crying silently until sleep overcame you, although those tears and nightmares ended up being silenced by Bucky on more than one occasion while he slept next to you, stroking your hair or hugging you in his arms.

You had entered the bathroom and locked yourself inside one of the stalls, you were hyperventilating, you didn't think the wound would reopen again, you really thought you were over that, you didn't know how much time had passed, you were just sitting on the toilet seat with tears in your eyes.

Until your train of thought stopped when you heard the door to the women's bathroom open wide, hearing soft footsteps coming in and seeming to have stopped near the mirror.

"Y/N?" It was Leah's voice, it sounded soft because the bathroom had quite an echo. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"

"He's gone?" You asked shakily, leaving the bathroom stall, as soon as Leah saw you with your makeup smeared with tears, she gently tilted her head, giving you an empathetic look and approached you.

Leah nodded at your question.

"Yes, between Mr. Nakajima, Bucky and I, we took that being out of the restaurant." Leah rolled her eyes, she reached into the pockets of her apron for a handkerchief with a couple of flowers embroidered on it and wiped your face. "I really thought James was going to break his face, I was already thinking about what to replace the restaurant furniture with… they are made of old wood."

Both laughed at the comment, although you also imagined Mr. Nakajima, who had a bad temper, pushing your ex out of the restaurant door.

He was a man with a quite volatile temperament, like Bucky's.

When you returned to the restaurant you didn't see Bucky, he was outside leaning on his motorcycle, you said goodbye to Mr. Nakajima who was also leaving the restaurant with you and of course to Leah, thanking both.

Mr. Nakajima opened the door for you and let you out first.

"Pretty ladies first" Mr. Nakajima said with a kind smile, which made you laugh, and that made Bucky turn his head to the door of the establishment and approach you.

"Are you ok?" Bucky gently took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

You looked into his eyes and you could feel that he was still upset by your ex's attitude, in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable, perhaps remembering your look of doubt.

You nodded silently. You had a thoughtful look again.

"Honey…" Bucky began to speak softly, lowering his hands to his sides. It was the first time he had called you that pet name since you had started talking and going out. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with."

You remained silent, listening to what he had to say.

"I have nightmares at night, I have anger issues, I'm 106 years old…" Bucky chuckled, looking away from your eyes for a moment to see a couple of people crossing the street during the lonely night. "Even other problems, especially because of my past, so I will totally understand if you want to get back with him."

You didn't know what your expression really was, but Bucky seemed surprised as he looked back at you.

"What? I said something wrong?" Bucky asked, maybe you looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm really going to have to talk to Dr. Raynor." You said nodding with a smile on your lips.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't understand what the mention from his psychologist that he was seeing it had to do with this conversation.

“Oh please…” You rolled your eyes, sometimes you forgot that Bucky was born before penicillin. "It means that I'd be crazy if you think I'm going to choose my ex. I like you, James B-"

Bucky leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours and bringing his hands back to your face, your eyes instinctively closed, enjoying the kiss which became more intense and then you both separated, gasping for air, without saying a word...

You two now knew how the other felt.