#had 2 down my water im not strong enough

[minasweep]

being a drink girl is actually a struggle how do u do it

[h34rtbeat]

I BEG A ROUGH NONCON WITH SUNGHOON

BECAUSE IM IN LOVE W/YOU (cunt)

okay ik u said super duper non-con but like I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to show my stalker sunghoon.. pls don’t be mad at me queen. There will non-con if yall want a part 2

PART 2 HERE

JUST BEAR W ME YALL.. BEAR W ME..

warnings: panty stealing and drugging

some-what based off of she

7 weeks.

It’s been 7 weeks since you started to feel like someone is watching you. An inching feeling, crawling up your spine as you undressed. Was it here? The thing watching you? Maybe you were really going mad, all this drinking…

You were sure enough that drinking wasn’t good, but, having your best friend over, Sunghoon, did help and you both shared some drinks.

You definitely drank more than him, you were sure of it. It didn’t help that you felt fuzzy after your third drink, it wasn’t normal, but at least you were safe with your friend.

Sunghoon was the only person you told. He was quiet to keep your worries away from people finding out. He was quiet enough to know how much it meant to you, for no one to find out.

Yet you didn’t know this only made Sunghoons arousal increase tenfold.

“Ah.. I’m so sorry this is happening.” He reassured, rubbing your back as you sat on your table together, drinking.

“I’m sure it’ll go away soon, no one would wish to cause you pain.” Sunghoon sipped some more of his drink, and lifted yours to your lips. “Let’s relax. You deserve to anyway, with all this stress of yours.”

In his mind, you had only told him about this issue (which was him), and that meant you trusted him and only him.

“Maybe you should have another drink.. I’ll have another too, before I get on home.” His voice was always so quiet, so calm..

“Yeah, you’re right.” You chuckled, rubbing your head. “I do need to destress.”

God, you were so naïve, he couldn’t help it. He knew you had no boyfriend, no other man in your life but him. A few girls here and there, but not romantic. He was all you had, and that made him so egoistic.

You had to love him. You just had to. You trusted him, a man, to make your drink.

Slipping two little tablets into your drink, he made sure to add some sparkling water in both the drinks to make it seem like the fizziness was coming from the water. In reality, he gave you something far more strong.

“Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” You laughed at his words.

“I’m sure it will, ‘hoon.” You took a sip, and your eyes widened. The drink was sweet, you could barely taste the liquor.

“Oh. Wow sunghoon, this is.. great actually.” You took more and more sips, he only took a few. You felt tingly all of a sudden, and kind of light-headed.

“Hey, I need to use the restroom real quick..” he mutters, tapping your shoulder. He felt how warm you suddenly became.

“Y-yeah.. s’down the hall, to your.. right.” You say, suddenly snapping back. What was this? Why did you feel so.. warm? And dizzy? You couldn’t even keep up with your eyes as you watched sunghoon leave the table and go down the hall.

Sunghoon checked behind his shoulder, seeing as you slumped over the table. He snuck into your room, looking your drawer. New panties?

Seemed you weren’t as worried as he thought. He wondered what you’d like look putting them on, how you’d look through the window, or maybe how you’d touch yourself.

While you were basically drugged out on the table, Sunghoon closed your bedroom door, quietly examining the panties. Who did you buy these for?

Surely it wasn’t for a man.. you’re way too pure. Just for yourself right? For you to feel sexy by yourself.

Gosh.. what an innocents girl you were, he couldn’t help but to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself with the underwear.

They were flimsy— lacy, light blue underwear. He’s never seen these while you got dressed. These are brand new! A breath leaving him, leaning only your drawer, holding onto it as he continues to rub it up and down his length.

He wondered what you’d look like, sucking his cock in this panties. Would you touch yourself?

Would you even wear these, no.. you’re too pure, too good. You’ve never even touched a dick before.

Heavy breaths coming out as he sprayed apures of white all over your panties, he tucked them in his pocket, before walking back. But before he fully walked back, he went into the kitchen.

opening your juice, he slipped around 5 tablets in, shaking it. If you happened to drink some later, while he was watching, you’d feel the same way.

He saw your body slumped over the table, and smirked to himself. He pressed a kiss against your lips.

“I’ll see you soon..” he muttered, and then exited.

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Battling my head (Dokyeom x reader)

As a migraine girlie, I just want someone to take care of me when I’m going through it, that’s exactly what this is.

Genre: : fluff fluff only fluff

I WANT A dokyeom in my life. Im open to fic requests!

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"Can you spot her?" Dokyeom asks you over the loud music.

You shake your head feeling a little uneasy already. It was a little too loud and you hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.

You were at a party with Dokyeom, it was one of your best friend's birthdays and she decided the club would be the best place to celebrate so her single self could get some guys to take home. You chuckled at her idea when she pitched it to you, but of course went along.

She also mentioned you could bring your boyfriend of 2 years, Dokyeom, to the party because her brother is good friends with Dokyeom and he's going to be there too.

You knew your migraine was going to act up, like you could feel it coming, the lack of sleep and the loud music with the strong stench of alcohol everywhere. It makes you want to escape somewhere safe.

Dokyeom saw your face looking uncomfortable. He put his hands on your ears covering it. He just raised his eyebrows as if asking if you're okay. You gave him a tired smile and nod softly. It was too loud to talk.

You were already fatigued. This migraine already drained the energy out of you. You felt guilty to leave even, because it was your best friend's birthday, you have to be here. There is no excuse, you tell yourself and go around looking for her to hand her her gift. Dokyeom following a few steps behind you holding your free hand.

You finally found her, wearing the dress you had picked out a few days ago, a shimmering blue with her hair and nails done with a birthday girl sash over her body. You find the rest of your girl group with their boyfriends too. Dokyeom spots Wonwoo, the brother and they end up chitchatting about something while you talk to your best friend about the boys she met tonight and also had her her gift.

Talking to her was distracting and it momentary helped you forget about the killer headache you were having. She loved the new studded wrist watch you bought her, since her's had recently stopped working. You thought it was the perfect gift. She puts it on right away.

"Let's go dance" she says excited and pulls you to the middle of the club where you could feel the bass of the music in your chest and head. It did not help the situation at all, but you hated the idea of ditching your friend on her birthday, so you just put up with it.

After a while, you're left alone because she's has gone with some random guy dancing so you find your way back to Dokyeom sitting in one of the booths. You couldn't even stand straight without feeling like you were losing balance. It was getting out of hand. You plop yourself next to your boyfriend and put your head on his shoulder closing your eyes, it only made you more dizzy. The whole room was spinning. You could feel Dokyeom’s hand caressing your cheek while he continues talking to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo soon excuses himself to go find his sister while Dokyeom turns to you.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks you pecking the side of your head.

You nod cuddling closer. He hands you a bottle of water to drink from incase you were just dehydrated and that intensifies the headache.

"I think we should get back, take a shower and lay down in a quiet dark room, get some sleep" he says to you and you nod at that. There was only so much holding out you could do.

Dokyeom found your best friend and told her you were leaving, she was dejected but she understood how bad your migraines could get.

The ride back was horrible with the motion sickness and the car.

When you got home, he helped you get out of your heels and you went in to take a shower.

"It's okay, I'm standing right outside," he reassures and soothes you anxious self.

Sometimes the anxiety around lightheadedness makes you shiver and shake, like you're going to faint and no one is going to be around to help you. These thoughts really skyrocketed your anxiety. You've had multiple instances of dizzy spells and passing out because of migranes, something you've been battling all your life.

Anything could trigger a migraine attack. It was the worst thing.

You just wanted to wash up quickly before you possibly pass out. Dokyeom knew this fear and kept singing in the room to just indicate he’s here without outright telling you. His voice really soothes you.

You wash up as quickly as possible and bolt out. The headache felt a little better now that you were calmer.

Dokyeom had your pjs ready for you and he went in to take a quick shower.

You change and jump into bed as soon as possible.

A few moments later dokyeom joins you smelling like flowers.

You immediately turn to cuddle his torso while he lays next to you with his head propped up on his elbow.

“I’m sorry we had to leave early because of me” you almost felt guilty because he couldn’t enjoy the party.

“No party will come close to this” his hands brush your hair softly. “Don’t be sorry, its not your fault, I like taking care of you”

“It was too loud”

“It really was, or maybe I’m just getting old” he laughs.

You could feel his laugh through his belly.

The lights were low, with only some moonlight coming into the room through the window. His fingers were fidgeting with yours in the dark. The fidgeting turns into a thumb wrestling match and suddenly he’s whispering thumb wrestling commentary.

“Player (y/n) almost had it, but there he is, Legendary Player Lee Dokyeom, coming back from the cages of defeat, and will he strike, will he attack”

It makes you giggle and he finally lets you win.

“Indeed, a winner of my heart, and a winner of thumb wrestling”

You chuckle at his cheesy line. He’d do anything to get a laugh out of you. He loves the sound of your giggles. Almost like he takes pride in making you laugh.

“Sing for me” you cuddled into him further.

“Anything for you, Player (y/n)” he says pecking your head.

He whispers a beautiful song, only for the two of you. The one thing that worked better than medicine for your headache was dokyeom’s voice.

His voice fought all the battles in your head for you.

“I love you”

The last thing you say before you drift into dreamland.

[soullumii]

if my heart’s gonna break | joel miller x f!reader

part 1 (read part 1 before reading this!)

summary: a couple nights later, you head back to joel’s

warnings: 18+!!!! smut again. unprotected piv. fem!afab!reader. angst again don’t worry i’ll make a happy ending okay

word count: 4k

joel mod in gif is by speclizer (so fucking hot oh my GODDDD)

a/n: finally finished part 2 omg i’m sorry for the wait yall… i’m a perfectionist it’s lowkey debilitating. anyways… i hope u guys enjoy <3 tysm for the support on part 1 and tbh on all my other fics too… i can’t believe ppl like my writing that much. i am very grateful! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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im scared but if my heart's gonna break before the night will end

i said we're in danger

sleeping with a friend

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You cant stop thinking about the kiss. 

The kiss that honestly shouldn’t mean so much to you. You’ve kissed him, like, so many times. So many times his tongue has been in your mouth, been in your damn vagina. So why the fuck… why the fuck are you so worked up over this right now?

It’s just…it was so heavy. It felt like…like more than just a kiss. Like he was laying his life down for you, much like he does in patrols. 

He… Joel… he usually never kisses right after sex. He recognizes in the post-coitus energy that things are different. They mean more. He has to know that. So… why now? Does he…?

No. You’re just in your head again. Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard. You’ve never had a friends with benefits situation before now. Maybe this… maybe this is regular.

But for your own psyche, you think you might have to set some ground rules. 

There was always that main rule, that wretched, critical rule. The one you said to him on the first day of your strange exchange.

“Don’t go falling in love with me, cowboy.”

Well, to hell with that one, right? Pretty sure you’ve beaten that shit to death. Shattered all possible remains of it.

So more rules. More rules will have to do. Starting with:

No kissing.

Should be easy enough. 

You’ll figure out the rest later. You have got to stop thinking about it, though, because you’re on the way to his house right now. 

You knock swiftly on the door, and you swear you feel your heart drop into your pussy the moment he opens the door to reveal himself. A plain, black t-shirt is stretched across his broad chest, haphazardly tucked into a pair of plaid pajama pants that hang loosely around his hips. His graying hair is ruffled beyond belief, curling around his ears and falling over his forehead. In your fits of passion and desire a couple nights ago, you hardly realized it had grown longer. It looks nice.

This sleepy and soft Joel is not one you’ve seen in a while. Well, it’s not like you’ve seen him much lately anyway, with him having been gone and all. Still, it’s disorienting. 

“Howdy,” he says.

“Um. Hi.” You try not to gawk. “Did…did I come at a bad time, or something?”

“No, not at all. I just got back from patrols… took a shower,” he says, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb, strong arms crossing over his chest. There’s a tiny, barely perceptible smirk on his lips. “Need somethin’?”

You see it now, the water clinging to his hair, darkening it, beading at his temples like sweat. You follow a line of water trickling down his throat until it disappears behind his collar.

Rule 2: Don’t come over after he’s showered.

“I…uh, I can come back later if you want—“

You’re nervous to ask him what you want to ask him, which is honestly ridiculous considering you guys have been doing this for months now. You used to be able to just knock on his door and he’d pull you in, and it was that easy. Or you’d give him a look when in public, and he knew exactly what you needed.

Now, you’re painfully awkward. Curse him and curse your feelings.

He straightens a bit, his brows furrowing in slight concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

Heat spreads down your neck, embarrassment. Shame. It’s strange, how just a couple nights ago you let him finger you in public, and now you’re afraid to ask him for sex again in his house and for your panties back.

You should honestly just say something like:

I’m here for my underwear.

And you’re positive he’d say:

Want it back? You gotta earn it, sweetheart.

And your knees would buckle and you’d sink down to the carpeted floor in front of his couch and suck him off until he was coming down your throat, stroking back your hair and thumbing his cum on your plush bottom lip.

But instead you’re scowling at him and blurting: “I need a drink.”

How dare he leave you high and dry for three weeks, come back and fuck the shit out of you, make you realize you’re in love with him, and look this good?

God damnit, you need to get your shit together. 

Joel’s eyes widen, surprised only slightly by your outburst, before he backs up to allow you inside his home. When he shuts the door behind you, his hand settles warmly on your lower back as he steers you toward the kitchen.

He immediately beelines for the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of red for you. A warm, tingly feeling stirs in your stomach at the fact that he knew you’d want wine. The frustration you’ve been feeling fizzles out. 

“You know me so well.”

He gives you a light smirk, uncorking the bottle. The liquor gurgles as he pours it into a glass. “Think you’d kill me if I didn’t know after all this time.”

You laugh, “Sure, but the real test of friendship is if you knew how I’d kill you.”

“A swift kick to the nuts and then one of my guitars to my head.”

Your eyes widen on a guffaw. “You think I’d damage one of your guitars?”

“You care more about my guitars than my genitals?” 

“Yes. Why would I ever smash one of your guitars?”

He rolls his eyes. “Kill two birds with one stone—my soul and my body. It’s effective. If you needed to kill me, I’d hope it was like that. Now how would I kill you?” 

You hum in consideration. “Trick question. You wouldn’t—no, you couldn’t.”

“You know me so well.” 

His words mirrored back at you so gently, with his brown eyes trained on you intently has the warmth in your belly spreading, making you drop your gaze.

His smirk grows and he hands you the wine glass and reaches for some homemade brandy. You watch the muscles in his arm flex as he pours, sipping daintily while your mind replays thoughts of filth. Of you dragging that arm between your legs, grinding down on it until—

“So, you really only here for a drink?” He asks with a playful lilt, taking a sip of his own beverage and effectively jolting you out of your daydreaming.

You lean against the island, wondering if you should tell him the truth. From the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and heated, like a lion ready to pounce, you’re tempted to.

But…you’re afraid. You can’t stop thinking about The Rule. The one you broke and the ones you just made. You wonder if whatever might happen between you two tonight will unravel them before you can even put them into place.

You look up at him through your lashes, lips pursed around the rim of the glass. “Maybe, maybe not.”

His eyes darken, tongue darting out to lick his lips of sweet fermented wine. His gaze travels up and down your figure, comfortable and breathable in a t-shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy and cute like your sundress from the other night, because today you had to work. But Joel has never minded what you’ve worn, swearing you always look sexy in anything.

Which is something that also makes you question this friends with benefits situation you have here.

He sets his glass down and eases in closer, curling an arm around your waist to pull you into him. “How high’s the chance then?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s the probability that you really did only come here for a drink?” he drawls, eyes following your lips as your tongue dips out to wet them. “Or was there another reason?”

The cold tip of his nose brushes along your throat, lips ghosting over your skin. You tremble in his hold. “Odds are in favor of the first option,” you breathe, “ran out of alcohol at my place.”

“And you couldn’t just stop by the Bison? Had to steal from my stores?”

“You know you have the good stuff.”

“You’re lyin’ but I’ll pretend like you ain’t.”

That makes you laugh, and more tumble out of you when one of his hands traces lazily over your stomach, fingers light and delicate and teasing.

“So why d’ya need a drink?”

Because you’re driving me crazy. Because I’m driving myself crazy. Because the universe wants to fuck me over.

You smile and your free hand skates up his muscled back, your fingers brushing along the stretchy fabric of his tee, your voice soft. “Just needed to destress a little. Work has been intense.”

He grins back, presses it into the spanse between your throat and your shoulder, before he lightly scrapes his teeth over it and lays a gentle bite that has you keening into him, pressing your body against his.

“Well, I could help you destress another way too,” he murmurs, palm squeezing the pudgy flesh of your waist, fingers digging lightly into your muscle.

“Mm… yeah?” you hum, your voice a low purr, back arching. Your breasts press into his chest, and Joel makes a sound deep in his throat in agreement.

He presses you into the island, caging you in with his hands on either side of you. He towers over you, a sweatpant clad leg sliding between yours. 

He leans down to kiss you, and a flashing light blares in your mind — NO KISSING — loud and bright and distracting. You turn your head at the last second, his lips landing on your cheek. But Joel doesn’t pull back, doesn’t question you. He just kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, mouthing at you. Sucking your skin to leave little marks that will either fade or be covered by concealer. 

It used to upset you when he left marks because they’re a pain to cover up. Then, you started to like it. You didn’t mind covering up the marks because when you took the makeup off and saw them at the end of the day, all you could think about was him. About the how he made you come. About the words he muttered in your ear. About the feeling of his hands on you—in you. 

Now, you’re starting to grow upset again, but this time it’s because you want to wear them proudly. Want people to know he gets to claim you like this. But… you can’t. But you also don’t want him to stop.

You allow him to continue marking you up, his hand coming up to rest behind your skull, holding you in place. You press your body into his eagerly and with desperate, soft noises that he returns with placating moans.

And then he shifts, and his thigh ruts against your clothed core, and you moan lightly, airily, grinding your hips down against him, searching for any friction. 

His hands curl around the hem of your white tee, and he peels it off your body. One skates behind your back to easily undo the clasp of your bra, and then your breasts are heavy and on display for him. 

Joel stares down at you with heavy eyes. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Longing claws at your chest, and you look up at him coyly, your lip caught between your teeth. Joel groans like he’s in pain, and squeezes along the underside of one of your breasts before leaning down to close his mouth over the nipple while his other hand gives attention to the other, squeezing and pinching. Your hands find purchase in his damp hair as low moans tumble from your lips. 

When he’s deemed one nipple adequately appreciated, he moves onto the next. Licking, revering, his dark eyes peering up at you while his peppered hair is fisted in your hands. The sight has slick arousal pooling in your underwear.

Eventually he pulls back and his hands clamp down on your hips. He guides you along the muscle of his thigh, your clit pulsing at the contact. 

“Want you to come on my thigh, baby.” His voice is a ragged slur of words against your ear, warm and paired with a kiss to your cartilage. 

“Fuck…yes, Joel,” you whimper, sparks flying through your nerves with each roll of your hips.

His fingers grip your chin, tilting your head so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him as you rut against his thigh. He’s grinning, eyes heavy lidded and deep, dark like wet tar. They suck you in as if they were quicksand.

You’d let him drag you under a million times over. 

Your best friend.

“Joel,” you moan, feeling yourself grow close. Standing at the cliff's edge. His eyes bore into yours, his grin slipping as he focuses on you. Focuses on making you shatter atop him.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. You can come,” he says encouragingly,  fingers stroking the skin of your hip. You feel tears prick your eyes as the waves crash, spreading from your throbbing clit along your muscles. Filling you with warmth, stronger and deeper than the buzz from the wine.

“Good job,” he praises gently. “Did so good.”

“Shut up,” you huff.

He laughs, and despite yourself, heat floods your body, throbs between your thighs. His words caress a deep, carnal animal inside of you, and the hunger takes over.

You frantically pull at his shirt until he has to tell you to slow down, and takes it off himself. Your hands run along his chest and stomach the moment they’re able to and down to the waistband of his sweats. You palm his hardening cock through the soft, gray fabric. Joel groans deep and heavy, his lashes fluttering as he stares you down. His hips thrust into your palm automatically. Involuntarily. 

God, that makes you light up like a firefly. Makes your nerves sing and your cunt flutter and your mind go numb.

He tugs down your shorts and underwear and sets you on top of the granite, but before he can strip the underwear from your ankle to no doubt pocket this pair like he did the other, you flick it off your foot across the kitchen. It lands somewhere near the door to the dining room.

He can’t steal all your underwear, or you’ll have none left.

“I wanted those,” he drawls, expression on the edge of a pout.

“Yeah, well I need them. It’s not common to come across a good pair of panties in this world.” 

“But I’d give ‘em back.” He’s full on pouting now. It is, unfortunately, very cute, but you’re used to it.

“Sure… like the pair you took from me the other night that I have yet to receive.” 

“How else am I supposed to get you to come over?” 

“I dunno? Maybe ask?”

“Should I leave a note on your door? Is that good enough for you?”

“At least be classy. A letter delivered in my mailbox with a wax stamp, please.” 

He laughs. “As you wish, Princess.”

He finally peels off his sweatpants, free of underwear beneath them, and you watch with barely concealed hunger as his cock springs free. 

And while you like the idea of him fucking you on the counter, you’d much rather him fuck you against the counter, so you hop down and turn so your back faces him. Your hands curl around the granite lip of the counter top, and you push your ass out and back, peering at him over your shoulder.

This way, it’s easier for him not to kiss you. Easier for you to turn your head and deny your lips to him. 

“Look at you…” Joel hums appreciatively at your show, at the wiggle of your hips as his palm smooths down your back and over your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh. 

You moan quietly, and Joel’s eyes darken, watching you intently like you’re the only thing in the room. 

His fingers drift down to your cunt and your slickness coats his fingers fully. You’re so wet for him. So ready for him to bury himself inside you and call you his.

It’s funny, you’ve lost all your heat from a few nights ago. All your sharp edged words. Now, you’re soft and pliant.

He swirls his soaked index and middle fingers along your clit, punctuating your sensitivity, before sliding them back inside you to the knuckle. You keen and push back, desperate for more. His fingers are so much longer than yours, thicker, and yet you crave more.

“That’s it, Joel,” you huff. “Fuck, feels so good. Need more.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Shame lights your cheeks, but you push down the embarrassment. “Need…need your cock inside me.”

He lays a kiss on your neck. “Still a bit desperate aren’t we?”

“You’re the desperate one, Mr. Panty Stealer. You’re a fucking creep.”

He chuckles against your neck, but he squeezes your ass in retaliation. “Be nice, would you?”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

“Wanna see how much I like it?”

“If you’re willing to show me and get on with this, sure.”

He huffs in amused frustration. “God, you’re annoyin’.”

You just smile innocently at him.

Your legs tremble, slick running down your thighs when Joel pulls his fingers out. He replaces them with the hardness of his cock, of which he runs along your wetness, readying himself.

“I think ‘bout you way too much,” he says into your back, pressing a gentle kiss there. “D’ya think ‘bout me too?”

It’s an odd question. One you’re not expecting. One that has your heart stuttering in quiet confusion from this sudden switch in tone.

“Of course I do.” Obviously. You told him as much. Three weeks. Three weeks you thought about him.

“Good… wanna be the only thing on your mind.”

A high pitched keen hisses through your teeth as Joel eases himself inside you with a long, slow stroke and a low moan. Your fingers white knuckle the countertop, gripping it tightly.

He presses in close, burying himself all the way in before he withdraws slowly, his cock sliding inside you torturously. 

“Joel,” you moan.

“I know, baby.” He presses kisses to your shoulders. 

Joel’s hand gravitates to the back of your knee, and he slowly pushes up to lift your leg until your knee is resting on the counter. 

And then… with this new angle…he starts fucking you in earnest.

His hips snap against your ass, the sound deafening in the kitchen, and you crumple against the granite with a moan.

“Shit,” Joel grunts. “Yeah.”

Each of his heavy thrusts punches the air from your lungs, and your fingers slip on the countertop, scrabbling for purchase every chance you can get. He’s hot, thick inside you, warm as he folds over you, his hand on your tummy holding you upright, the other keeping your leg up to continue hitting you at that pleasant, delicious angle.

“H-holy shit—oh—“

He breathes heavily at your neck, low grunts and moans escaping his lips from his efforts. “Could spend eternity inside you, darlin’. Fuck, you’re mine.”

Your heart stutters, the words uttered in a lust filled craze, likely meaning nothing. But to your traitorous brain, to the hope lingering in your chest like a persistent cough, they mean everything. 

“All…” you’re losing your train of thought, fucked into blissful nothingness. “All yours, Joel.” 

It’s too difficult for him to kiss you from this angle, which you’re relieved about. But a part of you longs for it, longs for the feel of his mouth moving against yours. 

Joel’s strong arm wraps around your chest, and pulls you up so you’re flush against his back as he pounds up and into you. Keens and whimpers and breathless pants escape you with every thrust.

“Please, Joel,” you cry, tears pricking at the edges of your swirling vision.

“What, baby?” He huffs. “Need’a come?”

You nod crazily. “Yes—need to—“

“Shhh okay… I’ve got you,” he murmurs gently, the hand wrapped around your tummy inching down to circle at your clit steadily.

Your legs buckle beneath you but Joel keeps you upright as the pleasure soars through you, sudden and strong. He strokes you through it, groaning praises into your ear before he comes inside you a moment later. 

The two of you hiss in tandem when he pulls out, but he smothers it when he lays his mouth over yours. You’re hardly coherent enough to remember your rule, and for a moment you let him kiss you. You kiss him back, chasing the heat of his mouth with your own, moaning against his lips when his tongue dips into your mouth. 

Then, you remember.

You pull back panting, cheeks a flame, “Joel.”

“Hm?” He murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw before moving back up to pull you into another kiss. You move away before he can. His brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t… I don’t think we should kiss anymore.”

He blinks. “What? Why?”

Your eyes flit across the kitchen, catching on labeled jars and wooden spoons and spices, anything but his own. “It’s too intimate.” 

It’s a lame excuse. Joel sees through it immediately.

“And my cock inside you ain’t?”

You sigh heavily, avoiding eye contact. “It’s different.”

“How? Enlighten me.” His tone has gone rougher. Hurt swirls in his eyes, and you feel worse than you did the other night.

Because you and I are friends. Because I don’t think I can pretend like that’s the truth when all I want is to call you mine. Because when I kiss you it’s like my world finally starts to make sense. 

“Please, Joel. Just…I don’t want to do it anymore. Can you respect that, please?”

He runs a hand down his beard, his hurt expression hardening into a stoic one you haven’t been on the receiving end of in years. Fuck. “Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

You expect relief but all that comes is a deep longing and sadness that you try to push to the depths of your conscience. Though, like a buoy, it keeps popping above the surface. 

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

The cleanup is awkward. He watches you silently as you pick up your underwear and slide them and your shorts back on. He seems far away, here and gone all at once. It makes you worry, makes you wonder if what you just said was the biggest mistake of your life.

But you have to do this. You have to hold him at arm's length because if you admit to him…if you tell him how you really feel… maybe he really will leave you. He’ll realize you’ve gone and fucked everything up, and the friendship you’ve kindled, the trust you’ve built, will all be for nothing.

You can’t lose him, even if it means you can’t keep him close.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say eventually, when he’s walking you out the front door.

He smiles at you, faint and untrue. It’s like the one from the other night. Like that laugh he forced out for you. You feel like a Joel from the past has teleported to the present, with his thin smile and his hard eyes. “Yeah, of course.”

“You okay?”

Joel frowns, shifts on his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… I don’t know. Never mind.”

“I’m good.” 

“You sure?”

He nods. “You need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hum. A moth circles the porch light. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment. He looks as if he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Okay,” is all that he says. 

“Okay,” you repeat, feeling empty. A waif, a lonely white flag waving in the wind. “Um, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Night, darlin’,” he says, squeezing your arm, like he’s trying to be normal. It doesn’t work. His hand is cold. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Joel.”

It’s raining by the time you reach your house, and you curl under your blankets after a shower, your hair cold and wet against your scalp, listening to the droplets splattering against your window.

Sleep doesn’t come easy.

part 3

[poetryandfluffycats]

Quiz time!

A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse

Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

"Oh darling! I'm home!"

The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.

He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.

I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...

There had to be some type of ulterior motive.

"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."

I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.

"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.

"Quiz time!"

Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.

I hated Quiz time.

Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.

"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?

"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"

Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"

Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.

"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"

This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"

My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?

Would I return?

Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"

He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"

Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"

I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.

"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"

Not like I had a choice.

"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"

There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.

"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.

"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"

And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

[bruhnze]

After the game baby - part 2

Part 1 - Part 3

Summary: Lucy Bronze and Ona batlle are in love. They are having a great time but then Lucy doesnt think Ona is competetive enough and thinks of a way to fix that.

Here is Part 2, i think it will be 4 Parts.. sorry (like lucy would say: #sorrynotsorry)

After the game baby - Part 2 (18+)

They walked up to the appartement. Lucy had gotten both of their bags from the backseat, refusing to let Ona carry anything, as usual. "Im really strong bub, you like that, don't you, let me use my strenght" Ona rolled her eyes, typical Lucy, all these jokes with double meaning.

In the beginning of their relationship Ona had thought it was just the newness of it all, or even that she was just looking behind everything to much (because she wanted it to have double meaning). But no, it was Lucy Bronze. This was second nature too the woman, for the most part Ona liked it, the only thing about it was that Lucy did this with everyone. Always joking, maybe more with Ona, but Lucy was always dancing or laughing with the other girls from the team too. It had lead to a few arguments in their early stages but now Ona was very secure with Lucy, trusting her completely and seeing it was just a big kid honestly.

After a short walk with the pups Lucy put some music on and asked Ona "shall we cook together?" Ona smiled "we just have plain pasta tonight cariño" Lucy rolled her eyes "geez, romantico mucho?" "I know, now, do you want to sit on the counter while i put pasta in the pan"

Now Ona laughed "romántico mucho, it is" she said "and yes, i'll sit on the counter".

Lucy grabbed the pan and put water in it, when it boiled, she put in a pinch of salt and the pasta and set the timer on the induction stove.

In the meanwhile Ona had hopped on the counter and was looking at Lucy, they caught eyes. Lucy got in between Ona's knees that were hanging off the counter and pulled Ona a bit towards her.

Ona loved this, Lucys hands now on her knees, although Ona wouldve rather theyd be somewhere else already. Ona put her hand behind Lucy's neck and pulled Lucy in.

They loved this, sure they had their quick kisses during the day, but behind the door and walls of their home they could kiss eachother like no one was watching, cause their wasn- woof woof

Lucy pulled away but softly grasped Ona's bottomlip between her teeth while doing so.

They both looked down. They had forgotten to feed Narla and Coco, they always give food straight after the walk. Ona stated "im surprised we only hear from then now".

Lucy was already in action though she wanted to get back to kissing Ona.

When the dogs where attacking their bowls of food a loud song came on, while putting the volume a little bit down, Lucy went back to what she was doing. Kissing Ona's neck she pulled at the shirt that was tucked into Ona's pants.

Ona crossed her legs behind Lucys hips, pulling her in a bit closer and scooching a bit more to the edge of the counter herself. Ona could feel herself get riled up, wanting Lucys hips closer to her own.

Lucy kissed Ona again first slowly, then when her hand travelled further up under Onas shirt, onas breath became more heavy and Lucy passed her tongue trough onas parted lips and their kiss became more heated.

When Lucys hand was at the bottom of the sportsbra, going under it, they where both startled by the sound of the stove.

Beep, beep, beep-

Ona groaned and reached out to still the timer. She turned back to Lucy, wanting to continue but Lucy was already trying to come out of between her crossed leggs. She helt them tight "Luce-" she asked.

Lucy laughed, "what, i thought we where professionally preparing for the game tomorrow, i heard somebody was up for some plain pasta!" She kissed Onas nose and grabbed onas ankles and freed herself

"But you were kissing me so good Luce" , "dona'm més petons a més llocs" (give me more kisses on more places)

Lucy gulped, she didn't know a lot of Catalan but over time Ona had learned her some phrases, and the ones especially on this topic, she remembered really well. But she remaind cool and went back in for one more kiss.

Ona smiled thinking it had worked but when she tried to deepen the kiss Lucy pulled away.

Lucy drained the water from the pan, plated the pasta and put some butter and pepper on it. She walked to the other side of the kitchen, where there was a basil plant in the window. She plucked 4 leaves and garnished the food with it.

Ona watch i awe, still sitting on the counter. She wonderd if Lucy was serious about not having sex tonight, cause she wanted it really bad.

Lucy cleaned up the kitchen a bit and washed the pan, Ona coulnt help looking at her forearms..

"Catching flies?" Lucy said, when she was done putting the plates on the table.

Ona closed her mouth, and hopped of the counter, taking a seat opposite of Lucys.

They ate and chatted. Ona cleared their plates from the table as Lucy walked to the tv to put on her game console.

"Huh" said Ona "what are you doing?"

Lucy turned and looked confused "want to game for a bit, why?"

This woman, ona thought, we were just making out, ate dinner and now shes thinking about gaming.

"Thought we could continue our kiss? There is no beeper to go off now and the dogs are sleeping"

"Sure you can have a kiss" Lucy walked over and kissed Ona, "but what has that to do with me gaming"

"Lucia, want me to spell it out then? I want to have sex"

Lucy laughed, she knew from the moment Ona was breathing like that on the counter that she had turned her on, but yesterday when she had gone on the walk with the dogs and she came back to a sleeping Ona. When Ona'd said she'd wait for Lucy to come back so they could cuddle , eventhough it was partly her fault yesterday because she ended up walking for longer than intended, she had been riled up ever since.

This morning in training, she was in a group with all the defenders, doing a specific exercise and couldnt keep her eyes of Ona, when they had to shower after the gym , before the lunch, she walked in and Ona was already under with a few others, Lucy had to put in all effort not to look at her girl the whole time.

"Why are you laughing" ona pushed lucys chest.

Lucy demonstratively looked at her watch, "oh Ona look, its 9pm already, time for bed, just like Jonatan said" and she put her gameconsole away.

When walking to the bedroom Ona said "but we have had sex before games multiple times" she was making a frantic gesture with her hands "and tomorrow isnt even that important of a game, we already know we will win".

Lucy looked at Ona, "wow, thats not the mindset, were is your competitiveness gone?" "See thats why were doing this, i was thinking after the game, baby, but now im starting to think we need a bigger goal, cant have us slacking like this, can we now"

Ona looked confused, "what are you on about"

"I just listened this podcast about competitiveness" lucy grinned "it talked about restraining from things you love to do to get a tougher mindset"

"What are you saying?, that we have no sex until we have reached a certain goal" ona looked fierce out of her eyes "i think i'll become to agressive if i live like a nun"

Lucy laughed , people had an image about her, having a high libido, but Ona was somthing else, she could handle it easily but she never had to nudge, in former relationships she had had unmet needs , but with Ona that had never happend. In the beginning she had thought that by time it would become less, but no, it seemed that Ona held back in te first few weeks and than completely went for it. Some days, most days, they'd do it 2 or 3 times.

This last week there actually hadnt been that much action and it hadnt been as rough as usual. Lucy had blamed it on being the end of the season, the both were very tired.

"Oh yeah, agressive huh?" Lucy callenged Ona, poking her side " maybe i want that, maybe the goal is a goal?"

"What?" , "i have to marcar un gol and than tornaràs a tenir sexe amb mi? Ona signed with her hands, "that could take multiple matches to happen".

Lucy grabbed Onas hands "thats where your mindsets has to come in, you say the match is not important, okay, lets see how important it is for you to get fucked again then"

Ona whimpered, damn she liked Lucy like this. Her competitiveness was really hot. But this deal she was not certain about, what if it would take 3 weeks, that was the max cause they only had 3 games left, Oh no, what if she didnt make it in these 3, would she have to wait all-

Lucy cleared her throat "hello, earth to Ona" "You dont have to think about if your accepting, the deal is already sealed"

Lucy cupped Ona chin and they kissed. "I hope you score" Lucy wispered "because i really want to fuck you too"

[sunsents]

Jake Sully - Trust Your People

Here, have another one 🙄 Comforting Jake Sully in his sexy toruk makto uniform typa one shot because LAWD, im obsessed. Heavily inspired by this edit , please watch it before reading it to amp up the experience.🤭 also this is unedited but aren't we all

Read part 2 here

Summary —> Jake is apprehensive about the upcoming war, and you, firmly against his dreamwalker origins, are there to comfort him.

Pairing: jakesully x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 2027

Warnings: mentions of war/insecurities/Jake is too hot

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

vocabulary: Kelutral - Hometree

Vitraya Ramonung - Tree of Souls

Tawtute - demon

Kuru - queue

Atokirina - woodsprite

Muntxa - mate

Narlor - beautiful to the eyes

Kelku - home

———II——— Blue for stealth, red for strength, and green for luck and hope.

The intricate patterns painted on your skin seeped into you, joined your bloodstream and gave you the courage to fight. But the thrumming of your heart was too loud to say otherwise.

After the wreckage of Kelutral - your heart still squeezed at the memory - Jakesully had reemed himself in the eyes of Eywa. Though, this did not mean he redeemed himself in yours.

So, imagine your surprise when you saw him kneeled before Vitraya Ramunong, speaking to her. You had only wanted to calm your racing heart and gain courage from Eywa's children and your ancestors, alone. You did not expect a tawtute waiting for you in your safe-haven - though, you suppose he was one of the people now.

Still, you were wary around him. He was the cause of this, after-all. If only he didn't know your ways, if only he didn't lead the Skypeople to hometree, if only-

You pause, take a deep breath, and count to five. If Eywa deems him trustworthy, so will you.

Said man's head is hung low, his kuru connected,  muttering something you can't make out. He still hasn't noticed your presence, or maybe he did but does not want you to approach him. But alas, you do.

The crinkling of your steps alert him, and his head snaps back to your form. You stand straighter, holding your chin high. Shifting awkwardly against your heel, you clear your throat.

Jake merely watches you with wide eyes, the strange hair above them rising high. You had seen that expression before, but could never decipher what those feathery...things mean. They furrow when he can't get his arrow to land on the target straight, waver when you talk back to him and he smirks with that stupid, soft lips of his - and the worst of it all, they rise slightly when he looks at you - which is an obscene view, especially when his eyes look hazed and soft, contrasting to the eye-brow.

Eywa is bent down, washing her hair in the pond that circle you, her soft wisps greet the water and sway against the wind. The vines that surround you making you feel content and safe enough to let down your guard against Jake, you tentatively offer a touch of reassurance on his firm shoulder.

"Erm," you start, unsure but hopeful. "You know Eywa cannot respond to you."

Jake gives your an incredulous look, and your stomach drops. Trust yourself to say the most unbecoming words in times of need. "That was, not what I meant to say." You give him a wince - you hope it looks like a smile.

Jake hums, "Hey, you touching me means somethin', right?" he chuckles, laugh reverbating around Eywa's tendrils, "At least you don't avoid me like the plague anymore."

Your ears twitch at the unfamiliar word, "What I meant to say was, Jakesooly, Eywa does not take sides."

"I know that," mutters Jake, "but surely, she also wants the Skypeople gone."

You nod, and Jake slowly stands up. His beaded hair - courtesy of your youngest niece, Aëteyna - clink around each other. He looks breathtaking, and the sight does just that. You stop breathing almost entirely as his side-profile levels with your face. The eye-brow is furrowed again, and his eyes are closed, face angled down. His strong jaw ticks when your eyes trail the sharp line of it that connects to his neck. His neck, oh Eywa, he wears the beaded choker he made himself in celebration of Toruk.

Bioluminescent light breathes on his white freckles, reminding one of blowing on Atokirina and watching it take color and flight. Jake's just so beautiful, his white freckles starting from his smooth forehead, down his romanesque nose, and around his sultry, curved lips that beg to be kissed. And down continues the freckles, on his strong pecks and robust arms that bulge with muscle, and down...

His stomach and hips are corded well with muscle with smooth, soft skin stretching enticingly - you're writhing in your place as Jake gazes down. Touching his warm skin, squeezing his strong arms, and his dominant, engulfing heat all work together to make stars dance around your eyelids.

He holds himself like a strong, attractive warrior. He is a warrior, the best one in Omaticaya - after yourself of course. Though, now that he was Toruk Makto, you weren't sure who outdid who. 

You crave for him to be your warrior. The intense need to have such a strong, dominating mutxa take care of you, and you to reciprocate back - it almost makes you pass out.

How could this be? How could a dreamwalker look sculpted by Eywa herself to specifically ruin you and your insides?

But you can't. You're on the brink of war, and he needs comfort. You need comfort. 

That's the only excuse you can think of. It's easier to be cold to him, disregard his efforts and his beauty rather than expect something you can never have. You can never bring yourself to accept your attraction towards the dream walker, not only does it hurt your pride, it's against your nature. Thus, you opt to hating him.

Though, you're sure Jake has no issue reciprocating it back. Although he never outwardly verbalized his animosity towards you, you have eyes. They see how you get under his skin, scorch him from the inside out and leave him with nothing but irritation. His jaw ticks, hands twitch, and his face flushes. It's quite funny sometimes, especially when you take your quips a little too far.

But now, you can't bring yourself to be callous. Not when he's looking at you with such anguish and worry.

"I-" He starts, suddenly placing his gaze on you. Your heart squeezes at his pained expression. He looks afraid, and it hits you. That's why he's here. To ask for guidance and reassurance. Eywa could guide, but not reassure. Which is why she led you here. You were tasked to put the young warriors heart at ease.

"I'm afraid, ____." his heart is open to you fully. To admit one was afraid was incredibly private, not to mention intimate. Admitting it meant that he seeked comfort in you, and your heart swells with pride. 

You puff out your chest, then put a soft hand on his cheek. "That's okay, Jakesooly. Everyone is, including the Skypeople."

JakeSully sighs, nodding and you continue.

"But we have to fight for our home," you put a hand on your heart, then move the one on his cheek onto his heart. "We are Omaticaya, and we will fight for what is ours. We all have each other Jakesooly, you are not alone...winning is not your burden to bear. Trust yourself, and your people."

Jake's tail swishes from side to side, and he closes his hand over your heart. "This is the first time we aren't arguing, and you probably said what I've been wanting to hear the moment I arrived on Pandora."

You laugh, "Sure sure, flattery won't get you compliments JakeSooly." 

Jake smiles, then his face morphs into an expression much serious than what you're comfortable with. The way he looks at you is too intense that you immediately remove your hand from his heart. Jake catches it mid-air, placing it back.

"It's not flattery, ____. I'm serious, thank you.", his deep voice rumbles from his chest, and you shiver. Jake looks back at Vitraya Ramonung.

"Thank you Eywa," he says, then looks at you.

And Eywa hears. Two, sizely wisps of Atokirina float between the two of you. Your breathing stops, turning ragged and deep. What does this mean? Surely, Eywa was reassuring you both that the war was going to play out in your favor. The Atokirina's only purpose was to put your minds at ease and strengthen your hearts.

You feel to need to verbalize this, in case Jake gets the wrong idea. 

The wrong idea? What was the wrong idea, you think. That you were to be bethroted-

No.

Neytiri had confessed to Jake the night of his Iknimaya, and was gently let down. Jake had told her it was too soon, and of course, dangerous. But he didn't completely deny her feelings. You were not close with tsakarem, but it was common knowledge around the clan that she wanted to claim Jake.

Jake clears his throat, stopping your train of thought. You suddenly remember the situation you're in. Where was Neytiri to comfort him, and guide his heart towards tranquility?

"These guys seem to like me alot." chuckles Jake. He's looking at you now, and you roll your eyes.

"Well," you cup your hands around the sprite, inspecting it. "You are Toruk Makto. Besides, I think the great mother is trying to tell us to be at ease." 

"Yeah," he sighs, deep and slow. "I just..." trailing off, his arms suddenly fall limp. You tilt your head in worry at the man before you who looks utterly hopeless.

"Hm?" you make no further noises to inquire so he can regain his strength, and share his worry. You're afraid to push him, though you can't help but feel curious. 

Jake shakes his head, "It's stupid."

"It probably isn't." You raise your chin and let the Atokirina float away. 

"Okay," he starts, "I feel lost, I guess."

"How come?" you ask, genuinely curious. Feeling lost is such an unfamiliar concept to you. You had grown up belonging to a community, known exactly where you stand, and your purpose; to protect. 

"I don't know what I'm doing half the time. The people expect me to be brave and have a well thought out plan," he suddenly jumps forward, "Which I do!"

You smile, nodding at his words. 

"But, everything I've achieved has been pure luck. What if I'm not so...lucky this time."

It's your turn to frown now, luck? "Jake," you say softly, grabbing his arm again and kneeling him down on the lush carpet of flowerage and vessels. He follows your movement almost too quickly, bending his knees before you and looking deeply into your eyes with expectation. You can see yourself in his irises, all dressed up in war attire and fierce. - you're practically shining with the way his eyes are wide and hazy.

"Luck is not when you tame Toruk, and luck is not when you complete Iknimaya. Luck is never with Eywa, she plans all, and balances all. I understand your worry, but know this." you're firm with your tone now, hoping it gets through his thick,  beautiful skull. "What happens is already planned out, and we cannot change it. We can only do our best. So stop worrying your narlor head, and trust."

Jake chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why you gotta always use words I don't understand?"

"Well, you should have listened to Neytiri better, hm?" you mirror his playful smile, flicking his cheek - a movement you learned from him. Though, it was hard for you as you had four fingers, less strength in your flick. 

"Yeah yeah," he catches your wrist just as you retract it - it seemed like Toruk Makto was quite set on touching you today. "Careful what you say. I'm Toruk Makto now, remember?"

You pretend to think for a moment, "Really? You have to refresh my memory. I do not currently remember anything about Toruk or Makto." taunting him in your broken English, you chuckle at your joke.

Jake watches you with a stupid smile, all toothy and wide. His glistening eyes survey your face, making your heart sputter and warn you in panic. She tells you to stop joking around with him, pull your hand from his grasp, and take on your cold, arrogant attitude once more. But she also tells you to let yourself fall into his strong arms, let him surround you with his manly, musky scent, and nuzzle his face into your hair as he whispers sweet nothings to you. 

You blush, cursing her. You didn't have a strong heart at all. She was bipolar and mean, and you were going to have a firm talk with her once in your kelku. 

Now though, you can only stupidly stare back. You were on the brink of war, what were you even doing? Suddenly regaining your senses, you quickly stand up, pulling your hand from his firm hold. Then, you give him a curt nod, one that halts the intimate moment with professionalism and rebuilds your walls of self stability.

"Well then Jakesooly, we shall head back to the clan. A great day awaits us."

——II——

Lmk if you want a part 2 of this, and I'll cook sm up 🤭

[kittyuna]

nothing lasts forever

in which neuvillette experience the death of his lover.

information: angst, no happy ending, no comfort. no gendered terms are used for the lover. not written as a self insert, but can be read as one!

yuna’s notes: NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZY!! =.= i wanted to expand the ending but decided to cut it off so if it sucks it’s because it’s a little abrupt. possible part 2???

thinking about neuvillette who fell in love with a mortal. despite his better judgment and centuries of minimal unprofessional mortal interactions, he caved. who could really blame him though. the person in which he fell in love with was practically an angel.

honestly, there would be some days were neuvillette would completely forget that his lover was blessed with a long life like him. but, the daunting realization always came back to him. eventually, he just hoped that his lover would experience a quick and painless death at old age.

but of course, it wouldn’t end up that way. as a young adult, his lover fell ill. a sickness no doctor could figure out. visit after visit, always being told, “it’s most likely a cold. the symptoms should clear up within the week.” it became frustrating for neuvillette. he didn’t want to overstep, but he knew this was something much more. from then on, he watched as his lover slowly deteriorated before his eyes.

at first it was small things. speaking softer to save energy, eating slower, wearing socks more often in an attempt to warm up. things his lover thought neuvillette wouldn’t pick up on. but of course he did, he knew the love of his life better than anyone else. after a year, things had gotten worse.

a few melusines had become personally caretakers for his partner, who could no longer stand without help. the melusines were more than happy to help, and enjoyed the company of his partner! after all, they were the sweetest person.

neuvillette always made sure he came home. work would pile up, but his partner was most important to him. “would you like me to get you something?” he asked, rubbing the blanket covered leg gently.

“mm, water please.” neuvillette nodded at the request. he removed his hand from the leg and stood up, walking towards the bedroom door before turning around, something compelling him to speak once more. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” the words came out weak and mumbled behind the lips of his partner. he watched as a small smile graced the face, clearly a struggled attempt but one he greatly appreciated. he returned the smile before leaving the room.

he walked slower than normal, his body refusing to move any faster than its current pace. reaching the kitchen, he turned the light on and grabbed a glass for the water. turning on the tap, he watched as the cup slowly filled. a chill graced his shoulders, neuvillette assumed it came from touching the cold glass.

holding the cup with two hands, he walked back to the bedroom, a bit faster this time. he felt the pace in his heart speed up slightly. a pit formed in his stomach and an icky feeling in his throat. was he coming down with a cold? he needed to be well for you, this wasn’t good.

taking a deep breath to compose himself, he walked back into the bedroom. “i brought your water, my love.” placing the cup on the bedside table, he turned to look at his partner. eyes shut peaceful, chest..still? his hand found its way under the nose, his heart dropping when he felt no breathing.

the death of his lover would absolutely destroy neuvillette inside. of course, his duties must still be upheld. he would often find himself drowning in work, an attempt to remove any memory of his lover out of his mind.

the pain he felt, the image of his lover partaking in the dreaded mandatory eternal slumber. he needed to be distracted at all times. neuvillette barely went home. he couldn’t, he wasn’t strong enough.

for neuvillette, to love is to acknowledge that nothing truly last forever.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

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Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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[eggsploded]

Ishy for the character ask! :•)

fish meal :)

initial impression: i thought she was kinda boring TBH.. her underlying insanity wasnt really prominent in the prologue when everyone else is so much stranger

current impression: projmoons hamster in the microwave. women described as being a wee lad. essential worker. banished to the yuri mines. ishy needy drinky. they atleast graced her with soupmael after these chapters of suffering. godspeed queen. anyway shes so fucking stressed its comical i think she has a lobotomy corp qliphoth counter in her head that drops to 0 the moment heath talks and all hell breaks loose. shes a true 'im the most normal person here everyones insane' delusional queen. you drink turpentine to get drunk girl!!!!!

favorite moment: weirdchamp moment with her and rodya forcing meemaw to bed went hard. also shes just so backhandedly mean to dante in the voicelines its crazy

story idea: in a way i dont want a story idea for her. i want her to sit down and nothing happens for her own peace of mind and safety alternatively i just had a vivid mental image of her devouring hardtack and it was really funny

favorite relationships: shes really a yuri messiah for the fanbase because shes mmmmaybe the most normal woman in the cast. ill be real i dont have any strong ships for her because deep down i yearn for someone to be the homoerotic sailor next to her equally leyendecker existence. ishdon has cute art and she makes a good knight. faumael popping off HARD rn and they def got potential but i feel like their unique insanity types kinda mellow out together instead of enhances making their relationship just regular toxic (lame..). my favorite yuritype is probably outishmael because they got some common ground and hate eachother at the same time. the intrinsic horror of having a crush on your coworker that also happens to be the overbearing old hag that yells indoors.. in a fun and thought provoking way. platonically i hope she and meur are on good terms as seat buddies. does she let him use her hair as a blanky? are they level 2 friendship enough to lean on eachother when tired?

favorite headcanon: shes built like a brick. atomically more dense than the average human. curvature in her frame exists only theoretically. i think she and meur weigh their bus seat down. the hair is a floatation device to counteract this effect when shes in water. scientists call this the ishmael buoyancy factor

[carpetbug]

what are ur fave songs for each character and WHY. ANALYSIS

omg thank u we’re in love now 😽

I have not updated these playlists in a while so a lot of them are songs i listened to in like 2020 lmao, heres a few from each :)

Marinette

Into the unknown (frozen 2) - original and cristina vees cover make me think so hard about marinette its crazy. her initially refusing to be ladybug, insistent that she couldnt do it but always coming back because she desperately wants to test those waters, see what shes meant to do and how it could change her.

Ladybug

Ribs (lorde) - how easily overwhelmed marinette gets and how her anxiety and stress almost force her to overthink every aspect of her life. I can see her getting this extreme tunnel vision where she cant see all the progress shes made, all the victories shes already had, and instead can only focus on how shes not doing enough, and its not fast enough, and its not good enough. it just really reminds me of how badly she wants to prove herself to be this strong and trustworthy hero, but she feels like shes losing herself as she grows and isolates herself more and more in the role of guardian and ladybug.

Adrien

Mamas boy (dominic fike) - he literally IS the mamas boy. what more can i say. also alludes to him being a sentimonster with the lines "when i was born, you were produced", "i wish i was a toy", "youre made from plastic im just blood".

Chat Noir

First love/late spring (mitski) - ok hear me out. how chat compensates for his family life with devoting himself to ladybug. "one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge im on" is exactly how he operates with her, being ready to throw himself in front of her, literally die for her if she ever said so. and she never does! she gets upset with him for doing it over and over! i just think this song depicts really well how chat noirs goal was always "do whatever I can to help ladybug, no matter what i may lose" while she had to watch him leave his life in her hands like it was nothing.

also including ships because obviously i have playlists for all lovesquare sides + other ships i’m silly about

Ladynoir

Show Yourself (frozen 2) - both the original and cristina vees cover (WHICH IS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO IT RN) remind me so hardcore of ladynoir. the whole idea of ladybug finally coming to terms with showing chat who she truly is and being ready for the same from him, idk i can imagine an entire movie in my head of ladynoir reveal to this song. [fav lyrics: "I can sense you there, like a friend ive always known", "I have always been a fortress cold secrets deep inside. you have secrets too, but you dont have to hide", "you are the answer ive waited for all of my life"]

Blame (air traffic controller) - this is probably one of my all time favorite songs like fucking ever and tbh i can see it with all lovesquare sides but i feel like ladynoir is the best fit! Chat picking ladybug up when she falls down and constantly being there to remind her she was to get up and fight, theres no time to sit and pity and blame herself, and he wont let her. him being her voice of reason as she copes with losing almost everything to monarch, him grounding her and being one of her biggest motivations to go on! with how severely marinette overthinks and doubts herself, he just becomes a mantra of 'dont blame yourself' which she desperately needs [fav lyrics: "Dont blame yourself cause you tried as hard as hell with the hand that you were dealt", "get on your feet, enough 'poor me', if you got time to bitch and whine then theres still time to try again", "And the vultures they are circling overhead, theyre reminding me of choices from my past"]

Peach Scone (hobo johnson) - makes me think of early seasons ladynoir ;-; chat just being head over heels for ladybug, struggling with keeping his love platonic when he wants to be with her and know her. Also getting to kinda hear his side of ladybug saying shes already in love with someone, how he respects that but still is a bit of a flirt, and hides how much it hurts him. also i love hobo johnson. [fav lyrics: "She kinda loves him back, but not really, theyre just really good friends and thats fine, he understands, its rational", "Oh, you got a man? are you in love? so, what type?", "So i fall to the ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart or atleast your spare time"]

Talk to me (cavetown) - i am such a sucker for ladynoir comfort. the idea of them being there for each other at their lowest points, holding each other together. This whole song just makes me think so strongly of chat comforting ladybug when shes breaking down and needs someone. [fav lyric: "ill be here until youre okay, lets your words release your pain, you and i will share the weight"]

Could have been me (The struts) - GOD. THIS SONG. ITS SO LADYNOIR CODED TO ME. them hyping each other up!! keeping each other going!! being each others motivation to keep getting back up and fight!! i just love the idea of them constantly being there to pick each other up and remind them of what theyre fighting for. i could listen to this song forever i love it. I can also really hear "I cant hear you, I wont fear you" being a supportive call and response thing with them <3[fav lyrics: "I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame", "Don't wanna live as an unsung melody, i'd rather listen to the silence telling me i can't hear you, i won't fear you"]

Understood (leith ross) - i am a huuuuuge fan of leith ross so obv i love this song for ml. it just makes me think so much of a worn down, tired, sad chat just gushing and crying to ladybug about how he doesnt understand love, how his family dynamic impacts him, and just letting himself fall apart in her arms. and her relating! her feeling that same tiredness and guilt and ache about love and family and friends, how much invisible pressure is hanging over both their heads and only they understand it. [fav lyrics: "ill visit my family in living rooms that dont get cold cause blankets and body heat cant be compared when it only took you a week to grow old", "Im sick of attachments I recently learned I cant relax and im scared of myself, scared for my health, tell me youll take me back home", "im sick of the feeling that nothing will ever stand still"]

Struck by lightning (sara kays, cavetown) - this song just really makes me think about ladybugs devotion to chat. i just imagine chat being out in the middle of a storm at night and marinette seeing him from her window and joining him as lb to comfort him. her knowing hes not going to go inside, so she just sits and stays with him, insisting if hes going to get soaked and cold and possibly hit by lightning, shes going to do it with him. [fav lyrics: "If you don't respond, I'll put my shoes on and lay down on the pavement next to you if we get struck at least we'll make the news", "What a way to go out something this town will forever talk about the two kids who were laying down and struck by lightning in front of your house"]

She wants me (to be loved) (The happy fits) - literally early seasons ladynoir. she wants me! (to be loved). i think it just perfectly fits how in love with lb chat is and how its clear she cant give that to him. [fav lyrics: "so, you say you love me, but not the way I need, things are so close to what i want to be", "I cant stop feelin, i want her love but all my dreaming is not enough. so in the morning the sun will rise and ill wake up and she wont be mine", "why cant you love me here tonight?"]

Adrinette

I do adore (mindy gledhill) - marinette being head over heels for adrien and being her normal clumsy self. Falling over, rambling, making a huge fool of herself while adrien watches, completely oblivious to her crush. this song just really reminds me of how much marinette struggles with keeping herself calm around adrien, how shes always messing up words and doing the wrong thing, but he never freaks out at her and he never shames her for it. [fav lyrics: "when youre near i hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces", "Ive noticed youre remarkably relaxed and im overly uptight, we balance out each other nicely" "Tongue-tied, twisted, foot in mouth, i start to stutter ha-ha-heaven help me"]

Just a friend to you (meghan trainor) - early seasons adrinette <3 adrien being so painfully oblivious while marinette is struggling with balancing being his friend and her overwhelming feelings for him. [fav lyric: "so it breaks my heart when you say im just a friend to you cause friends dont do the things we do"]

Silly girl (chloe moriondo) - listen to this song rn! its so perfectly adrinette! its crazy! how marinette romanticizes adrien and kind of puts him on a pedestal at the beginning which leads to her ignoring how he doesnt fit into that idea shes molded of him. Her having to deal with the pain of being in silent love with him while he seems so far away, and turning that back around to use against herself. i just think it explain really well how marinette saw him in this perfect, unattainable bubble before they got closer and she realized he was nothing like his public image of perfection [fav lyrics: "im just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world and he is perfect cause hes supposed to be", "he is perfect, unlike me, and how could i ever think that it was meant to be? and how could i ever think that anything was made for me?", "I made him perfect, cause i wanted him to be"]

Small (chloe moriondo) - this was originally intended to relate more towards marinette, but listening to it now with season 5 in my head it just screams adrien! how suddenly he falls for her and he cant get her out of his head! how in just a blink of an eye he is getting flushed when talking to her, hes wanting to be near her and talk to her, he wants to be with her! but shes pulling back from him and hes sort of unable to balance these new feelings AND respecting her boundaries because shes just the only thing he thinks about. i love simp boyfriend adrien. she fell first but he fell harder and no one can convince me otherwise [fav lyrics: "but im not used to dealing with feeling like im waisting your time", "ive never cared so much about avoiding overstepping, and when i think about you i forget about my hands" "endlessly try to make you smile cause whenever i see it my knees always get so weak"]

The one that got away (acoustic version - katy perry) - I am a mess over this song. i always imagine it as a post-reveal scenario in which something happened and ladybug lost chat in the fight against hawkmoth and found out he was adrien right as he died saving her. how badly she misses him and cant stop thinking about how he was the love of her life! having to go on living the rest of her life without him! shes unable to move past it and just spends her time thinking of all the things shed do if she still had him. in another life, they could still be happy together [fav lyrics: "we'd keep all our promises, be us against the world", "talk about our future like we had a clue, never planned that one day id be losing you"]

"Do you wanna be friends?" (leanna firestone) - Marinette breaking her own heart by having such a close friendship with adrien while being in love with him and knowing she cant do anything about it. Her desperately trying to convince herself she can be okay with a life with him as a friend and nothing more when obv she cant bc ouchie! her heart! [fav lyrics: "Do you wanna be friends? i mean, i wanna be more, but if friends is how i get to have you then sure", "The world wont end if you dont love me even if it feels that way"]

Marichat

If i could tell her (dear evan hansen) - i feel like this is a classic marichat song. like its been a marichat song for a hot minute but its still so them. chat comforting marinette about feeling like adrien doesnt notice her! and listing off things adrien 'told him about' and slowly realizing he does actually pay attention to all those small intimate things marinette does! he feels such a strong need to make sure marinette understands how important she is to adrien, and realizing how deep the disconnect between them two is [fav lyrics: "If i could tell her how shes everything to me but we're a million worlds apart and i dont know how i would even start", "And what do you do when the distance is too wide?"]

Drive (halsey) - i love this song for the idea of marinette and chat suppressing their feeling for each other because theyre 'supposed' to be in love with adrien and lb. for me it kind of paints a mental image of hangouts and games and memories between mari and chat that slowly become these intense, almost upsetting silences and tension. Just them desperately ignoring how deep their feelings for each other truly go and insisting everything remain surface level [ fav lyrics: "All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign", "Your laugh echoes down the hallway, carves into my empty chest, spreads over the emptiness. its bliss", "Overanalyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?",]

Comfort crowd (conan gray) - this song just really makes me think of chat being at a really low point and trying to hide it from marinette so he doesnt burden her with his emotions and baggage, and her just seeing right through it. Like hes smiling and trying to wave it off and she just knows hes not okay, and he just breaks. Ultimately it makes me think of chat turning to marinette for such deep and intimate comfort that purely comes from him being with her. just knowing hes safe to hold onto her and cry and shell be that company for him. [fav lyrics: "this hurt that im holding's getting heavy, but imma keep a smile on my shoulders til im sweaty", "my breaths getting short and im unsteady, welling up in tears as i lay upon your belly", "Telling you im fine I dont really need nobody, but you say through a sigh that i said that lie already", "and even if i cry all over your body, you dont really mind say you like your shirt soggy"]

Lost in you (khai dreams) - i love the mental image of just such relaxed, fluffy, soft, marichat dynamic in this! chat slowly realizing hes in love with marinette and getting lost in every aspect of her. maybe not being able to entirely admit its love, but still being able to admit he has such a deep and sincere admiration for marinette that he feels is returned in a way he doesnt feel from ladybug [fav lyrics: "Im just looking for some mutual love but all i get is unrequited", "Cause i dont even know I dont know why, all your love im trynna find im so lost in you, in all that you do"]

Something there (beauty and the beast) - i enjoy a good disney song every now and then! its just so marinette and chat slowly falling for each other and being like "nuh uh... wait.. wait a minute.." and then falling headfirst in love with each other, and unable to communicate it. But both of them feeling this sudden new and strange spark between them, things slowly changing, becoming more and more personal and slowly beginning to accept that things have changed [fav lyrics: "And now hes dear, and so unsure, I wonder why I didnt see it there before", "and when we touched she didnt studder at my paw, no it cant be, ill just ignore, but then shes never looked at me that way before", "True that hes no prince charming but theres something in him that i simply didnt see"]

I'd have to think about it (leith ross) - another leith song bc THEYRE SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL THEIR MUSIC RN anyways some angst a lil :) a future where marinette/lb and adrien/chat somehow got torn apart after the reveal and lost contact for. a hot minute. and when they've found each other again its chat finally finding marinette, in a new home, with a new family, and a new life. but they both know who each other are and marinette having to cope with knowing she would drop everything to be with him again. anyways. brain food. [fav lyrics: "but if you come to me, in my home with my three kids, if you asked me to leave, to be with you and split, well id atleast have to think about it", "and if you come to me when ive promised to commit, if you told me that you loved me and asked me for a kiss, well id atleast have to think about it", "you are my achilles heel, the weakness only I can feel"]

Come around (peter mcpoland) - THIS SONG MAKES ME SO GIDDY FOR SOME REASON!! makes me think of like chat picking marinette up from her balcony and taking her on rides, showing her (what he thinks shes never seen) a brand new side of paris and getting to bask in the warmth and light she radiates with him. 'shes looking at the pretty lights, i cant stop looking at her eyes' type shit. just him being so so down bad for her. [fav lyrics: "Ive noticed you pull the blinds back when you hear that im driving round", "i dont mean to cause any trouble, well maybe a little if thats allowed"]

Animal (neon trees) - this song also makes me so !! the vibes are so playful and fun and flirty while the lyrics are more intense. just really reminds me of how surface level marinette and chat keep things, flirting and teasing and just enjoying each other, and then as soon as things get more serious it comes down to a life/death type feeling. but still longing for each other! they know it just hurts and they cant but they want to! they both love and hate the way their relationship feels suspended in the air, in that it gives it a rush of uncertainty and playfulness but it also brings serious fears and pain. i love this song a lot for them [fav lyrics: "I do it everytime, your killing me now and i wont be denied by you, the animal inside of you", "hush hush the world is quiet, hush hush we both cant fight it, its us that made this mess, why cant you understand?"

Ladrien

Dixie boy (april smith and the great picture show) - i have to admit i dont think a whole lot about ladrien but! i am a sucker for jealous/posessive ladybug like claiming adrien for herself and adrien jsut being like. yep. okay. i agree. cause her ass is petty enough to like makeout with him in front of chloe just to really rub it in and adrien is like yippe!! my super hero bug gf loves me! while ladybug is so >:) do not ever touch my man [fav lyrics: "Cause like a soldier defends his land well i stand up, i get up, i defend my man", "Well i know the way that you girls operate so keep your hands to yourself and your eyes on your own plate. Its not nice to stare, dont make me come over there", "Im a lover, not a fighter, and i dont want to have to get rough. just warning you ahead of time I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff"]

Bad ideas (tessa violet) - both adrien and ladybug just being such lovesick nerds for each other <3 ladybug trying to fight the urge to kiss him when theyre together, and adrien doing anything he can to keep her near him. they both know its a bad idea, to just stop trying to keep it all contained, but its so tempting to just say fuck it and indulge the bad ideas. atleast for a little [fav lyrics: "But i just wanna see the grooves between your hands, your teeth, oh, tell me do you think about me?", "So why'd i wanna kiss you even though i miss you, guess i just wanted to know what it would feel like"]

Her (eery) - how much adrien thinks about ladybug. just all the different ways he dissects her personality, their memories, every little bit of information he knows about her. i just feel like this song, while simple, just really encapsulates how constantly ladybug is on his mind. i miss that dynamic damn

YOUTH (troye sivan) - ladybug and adrien running away together. fuck it. literally think about it. them just being in love and together and adrien finally getting out of that HOUSE and getting to be with his LADY and be happy. How deeply devoted to each other they would be, and although naive, they would be so sincere and literally ride or die for each other.

Roman holiday (halsey) - i love the idea of ladrien having those small, important firsts together. putting aside not being able to be completely honest with each other, adriens entire family dynamic, everything, and just saying screw it and dating and doing couple things! theyre both too scared of what might happen if they slow down and face reality, so they ignore everything outside of themselves. they both have that ache of knowing its not real, its not how they can actually live, but for now they get to be happy. and in love. and with each other. and theyll deal with all the heartbreak later [fav lyrics: "didnt know where we were running to but dont look back", "and we know that were headstrong, and our hearts gone, and the timings never right"]

and my other playlists

Chat Blanc

ANTI-HERO (SEKAI NO OWARI) - i will do my best to put my emotions towards chat blanc into comprehensible words but i make no promises. i love him so much. anti-hero gives like him turning his back on being a hero just for marinette, being okay with being viewed as evil hated because hes doing it for her! his distaste for the rest of the world in comparison to mari/lb ! how he lost his moral compass and doesnt understand the ways hes hurting her and himself by turning his back on being chat noir! god its so good [fav lyrics: "im gonna be the anti-hero, feared and hated by everybody, im gonna be the anti-hero so i can save you when the time comes", "cause there are people that ive got to protect and if you get in my way youre dead"]

I am damaged (heathers) - you caught me im a theater nerd but literally this song is so good for chat blanc! him coming to the realization the only way to save mari/lb is to destroy himself. him saying goodbye and making sure she understand that she was his everything! and he trusts her to fix the mistakes he made because shes his lady! and her not being able to talk him out of it and just having to say goodbye [fav lyric: "wish youd kiss me then youd know i worship you, ill trade my life for yours and once i disappear clean up the mess down here"]

Blah blah blah (the oozes) - reminds me of the trauma marinette gets from chat blanc, how she suffers nightmares and just cant stop being reminded of the horrible fate her partner suffered through. how marinette just cant go back to 'normal' after fighting him but also cant confide in anyone about it [fav lyrics: "you couldn't care less for the people youre hurting, there no excuse", "youve ruined the color blue for me, im surrounded by a deep dark sea"]

Anytime you smile (JT music, Andrea storm kaden) - kind of how i imagine chat blanc kept himself going while being isolated for all those months. coping by pretending ladybug was still with him and nothing was wrong, but slowly feeling uneasy and letting reality creep in. it shows how desperately he fights against his loneliness and pain with day dreaming, but still loses his mind. [fav lyrics: "anytime you smile baby you know you drive me wild, crazy! thats why you got me screamin, i think i might be dreamin", "believe me if im sleeping, i wanna keep on dreaming", "Someday soon this honey moon might be gone though, i hate goodbyes. I might not love you still, youll find no tougher pill to swallow (open your eyes)", "I stepped into a nightmare when i woke up from utopia starting to remember my depression and my phobias, why is everybody looking at me like i lost it?", "How can i be happy here? guess ill just pretend to be!" "no more sadness in this beautiful world, in love with happiness shes a beautiful girl!")

Mr bright side (the killers) - IM SORRY?? "it started out with a kiss how it did end up like this?" AND YOU DIDNT THINK THIS WOULD BE ON MY CHAT BLANC PLAYLIST?? thats really it for some reason this song is just so chat blanc to me. i love it.

Bad bad things (ajj) - im also a big fan of just bonkers insane scary chat blanc, him losing his humanity and only being able to see it reflected in mari/lb and not being able to stand it. him not being able to control his more violent ideas and losing himself in hurting others [fav lyrics: "So i looked into your eyes and i saw the reflection of a coward that you and i both hate very much", "If i dont go to hell when I die i might go to heaven but probably not"]

Akumanette

Dumb dumb (mazie) - i love the idea of an akumanette that just LOSES it on her friends after lila does some real stupid shit. none of her friends standing with her or supporting her and marinette getting so so upset and frustrated that they would be dumb enough to fall for it! which, being akumatized, of course wont come out the wrong way and is warped into this monstrous idea that marinette sees them as these morons who have disappointed her time and time again [fav lyric: "disappointment takes us by surprise even though by now i think we should have realized everyone is dumb"]

Class fight (melanie martinez) - god I LOVE AKUMANETTES THAT LOSE THEIR SHIT. lila putting distance and uncomfort between her and adrien (pre relationship) before marinette catches them kissing and get akumatized, and then marinette wrecks her shit :) her inner voice of reason feeling so horrified with the brutality and trying to get herself to realize but being able to deny monarchs voice encouraging her to act on her worst instincts [fav lyrics: "she had a boy wrapped around her finger tight, i fell in love with him but he wasnt in my life", "Her face was fucked up and my hands were bloody, we were in the playground things were getting muddy", "my one true love called me a monster"]

Bust your kneecaps - johnny dont leave me (pomplamoose) - i think this one really works well with an akumatized ladybug! her being so soft and scary to chat, chat blanc style, while promising to do horrible things to him. akumabug trying to convince him to 'just stop fighting' and 'hand over his miraculous' and then 'everything will be just the way it should be' and finally giving up and working instead to defeat chat rather than convince him

Therefore i am (billie eilish) - cold, angry akumanette FOR THE WIN OGH her just being such a silent but deadly akuma, her voice devoid of all the love and kindness it used to have when she was with adrien/chat, and him having to fight her while she shows no mercy. I just love the idea of chat doing anything he can, crying and begging marinette to fight it and come back to him and she has no pity for him [fav lyrics: "Get my pretty name out of your mouth, we are not the same with or without", "Did you have fun? i really couldnt care less and you can give them my best but just know im not your friend"]

Pretty privilege (blegh) - marinette being shown time and time again that the worst people will get away with horrible things, while she has to suffer beneath them and getting fed up. her letting all her feelings rise to the surface about how ugly she thinks people can truly be [fav lyrics: "Its crawling from underneath the surface nobodys first choice kind of ugly", "just because somethings pretty the laws dont apply to them have you noticed this shit its so ugly"]

Other friends (cristina vee cover) - i live for crazy akumanette losing her mind on everyone! what can i say! i love the idea of her confronting her friends and lilas lies in such a angry but playful way before losing her shit! and the added bonus of it being MARINETTES voice?? im screaming [fav lyrics: "What did she say about me, what did she say?", "Im the loser of the game you didnt know you were playing", "life on the line, winner takes all, ready or not lets begin!"]

Marigami/Kagaminette

She (dodie) - kagami fighting against her feelings for marinette because of their friendship, because of adrien, because of her mother, and because shes scared to admit she loves marinette far beyond how friends should. I love her just gently pushing that line, asking herself that question of "what is so wrong about it?" and working to accept that the pain and heartache are real because her feelings are [fav lyrics: "Could it be wrong when shes just so nice to look at ?", "id never tell, no id never say a word and oh it aches, but it feels ugly good to hurt"]

Sophie (black polish) - marinettes feelings for kagami! wanting to freeze her time with her, relive every moment they've been through and just experience the world by kagamis side. just how desperately they both need each others time and space, how comforting it is to just be with her. [fav lyrics: "youre impossible to read and thats fine, i dont even understand my own mind", "I just wanna escape the world sophie with you, with you, with you, with you"]

and an added bonus: i LOVE the song Bruno is Orange for kagami. reminds me of her so much.

[aonungyou-shit]

Ma Rotxo [Part 2]

DNI/BYF

Ma Rotxo Masterlist

Pairing: Roxto x Lo'ak Twin Sister! Reader

Synopsis: You are running a little sick. But all that gets overshadowed when you talk about feelings.

( So sorry for the Delay! )

You Had gone closer to the tree’s today. Truthfully you had been so bored of being near the water. Also you were running really cold today so you figured it would be okay to skip today's lessons. And you Let Tsireya know. 

You were covering yourself in the shawl that your grandmother had weaved for you when you were but a little younger. And in this moment it made you feel safe and warm. 

“Y/N?” 

You jolted! Turning around to see Rotxo who had a basket on his head and one at his side. 

“My bad i didnt mean to startle you!” 

“Rotxo? Oh do you need help with one of those?” 

Rotxo smiled. Letting out a small huff before nodding. “Yes please” 

Smiling you took the basket on his head and looked inside. Small Rocks, Tree Roots and some bark was there. “What are you collecting?” 

“Some Herbs for some quick medicine. Roots and Rocks to mix em and all. I also have to gather some fruit farther into the trees” 

“Want me to help with that? Im Good with Tree’s” 

He let out a shy smile towards you looking at his empty basket before nodding. “Yes please” 

“Let’s go then!” 

Silently you two walked. Before it was you who made conversation 

“How are your sisters” 

“Well. They actually really want to meet tuk soon” 

“That’s great! Tuk need a new bundle of friends to play with!” You spoke excited as you let him lead you away. 

“They seem to really like you too. Constantly asking me if you’d come over after lessons” 

You laughed a little before looking at him “what, you never brought a girl to your house?” 

You watched as he turned into himself. His shy demeanor didn't go unnoticed by you. “No… not really” 

“Oh! Sorry. I figured you may have” 

“Why?” 

“Well why not? Your very kind. Gentle on the eyes. And i think of you as a very mighty man” 

Rotxo rose a brow at this. Never had someone thought of him as such. “Really?” 

“Yes. Its a real shame if no one’s looked at you that way” 

Rotxo paused now watching as you got ahead of him before he asks “why?” 

“What do you mean why?” 

“I mean im sure someone as you had many mighty warriors seeking to court you, What makes me .. special?” 

You stopped. Now turning to look at him. 

“Yeah i had a few suitors. All of which were mighty warriors. Always hunting, always helping take out the sky people. But they aren’t my type at all” 

“Really? What is your type?” 

You purse your lips together. Bitting the inner cheek before turning to look at him head on “you” 

Eywa, you swore it may have been the cold or how loopy your mind felt. But you also weren’t a coward. You faced far scarier creatures, you’ve taken out the demons before and yet admitting to liking a boy was terrifying. 

“Me?” 

“Sure! You’re not only kind but you don’t Have an ego as most of them did. You’re very sweet and i saw the way you looked after your sisters. You’re an ideal man in my book” 

Rotxo had a sudden rush of excitement run up his spine. As he came up next to you looking at you eye to eye. “So im really worth looking at?” 

“Of course you are. You are strong, yes. You're Wonderful. I dont mind that you dont go out to hunt. But i find it so charming that you take care of your family when needed” You said smiling , stopping in front of a tree that he had guided you too. 

“I think i should like you too meet my family”  Rotxo asked. 

You are smiling. The dull ache of your head was still there but it subsided and it left you at ease while you were talking to him. 

“So you want me to get that fruit?” 

“Yes please!”

“Wait down here and stick the basket up. Ill bring down many” You said gripping down on the tree. Its unfamiliar bark prickling at your hands as you kept climbing up and on. 

You noticed that it wasn’t at its ripe stage. Its color is a clear indicator. No doubt this being the only fruit that was safe enough for a metkayina to reach. 

You decided to head up to the sky where the air was clear and you could see as far as your eyes could reach. You missed feeling the wind this high. But you wasted no time throwing fruit down as much as you could before taking some down with your tail and your available hand. 

Roxto looked at the basket as you dropped it. Questioning if you in fact came back with the right thing. But offering your already bitten fruit he had no doubt. It was sweet with a savory taste. 

It was good, Eywa how thankful was he for you

“Come Let us deliver this to your family! Id be happy to see it to meet your family” You said, taking the basket you had previously in your hands. Waited for him to lead you to his home.

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[lovemilkshakemeh]

A/N: im gonna be honest im not sure what this is. its a drabble that doesn't belong to any character in particular. i was just chatting with ai Abby (from tlous 2) and decided why not for her since i was already saying stuff like this to the ai. i suck ass at dialogue so there's pretty much none but i think the point still gets across well enough. i never say its her but in my mind while editing this i decided it was abby so imagine whoever. also why is it so hard to write for men.

DISCLAMER: 18+ THIS IS PURE SMUT MDNI

Tags: shower sex,nipple play (barely any), smut(ofc), angst, you fingering abby, abby eats you out, both abby and reader receive. plot (if you squint), unrequited love, i love you

Summary: You and abby fuck in the shower

wc: 710

moments like this were rare. silence rang throughout the home except for the rhythmic pattern of the water hitting the tile. your bodies danced in a passionate tango, tongues dancing in a battle for dominance. until you were the champion. 

she was putty in your hands. her mouth opened to let small moans escape as your fingers traced small shapes onto her clit. her head tilted back to allow you access to her neck and as if her body was moving in sync with yours in a symphony of pleasure. your mouth automatically attached to her neck littering kisses and bites along the collar. she gushed at your touch. your hands momentarily leaving her only to dive into her slick folds. you let out a low teasing chuckle finding her mews of desperation funny. her hips snapped and bucked wildly. and her hands grasped into the shower walls looking for purchase. she was close. her eyes snapped shut and her mouth opened releasing a silent moan. body convulsing and clenching around your fingers she let go. her vision blurring and seeing what you can only imagine as galaxies.

slowly you removed your fingers, her eyes meeting yours with a dazed grin. a look that only lasted momentarily as her dazed grin turned into a hungry one. her lips attacked your own in that same visceral pattern you had hers only moments before. the dazed look now upon your face as you hold back a moan. you the once strong dominant figure reduced to clay in her calloused hands. she molds your body like art. hands cupping your breast like she's shaping you. her fingers pinch your perked nipples and her eyes remain on yours like she's admiring her work. the same rough hands trail down your stomach earning a jump from you. she lets out a low chuckle seemingly amused by your response. your face forms into a pout. almost immediately the pout is replaced with a pleasurable look. her fingertips trail down to your thighs and she sinks to her knees. kissing up towards your core she giggles at how easily you melt into her hands. you tangle your fingers into her wet hair, the shower proving a barrier from the outside world. it was just you and her. and despite the compromising position you felt no embarrassment. her lips move up her nose bumping your clit. a soft moan escaping your lips . you mumble a quiet “don’t tease” that almost fell on deaf ears as the shower drowned out your voice. feeling generous she replied with a chuckle that vibrated against you and she gave into your plea. she dove her tongue into your slit. your arousal leaking all over her face as she consumes you like a starving animal. she smears it as she devours you . her nose bumping into your clit providing you a completely euphoric sensation. occasionally she  moves up from your hole sucking your pearly clit into her mouth. she bites it just a little. providing a rapturous sensation. you were close. your body aching for a release. your back arched and fingers gripping her scalp. you let go. that same galaxy inviting you for a temporary stay. she looks into your eyes wiping your juices from her face admiring the statue of pleasure she carved. standing up she kisses you. you both bask in the feelings you felt. exhaustion sweeps over your body just as euphoria did moments ago. both your bodies a sticky mess despite the water flowing down them. soft “i love you’s” are muttered still quiet enough to be basked by the water. as you  cleaned each other you relished in each other's company. you massaged love into her body as she did yours. peppering her face with love before turning off the shower and draining the evidence of your love along with then water. a silent goodbye hangs in the air. it's never said but it’s alive. dread is hanging in the air waiting for its chance to swallow you alive. you daydream of the next time she lets you hold her like this. you know her heart belongs to someone else the shuffling of her feet as she leaves you alone in an empty bathroom is evidence enough.

[star-crossed-mid]

Little ramble on water boy 2 and red string cutter and their powers

The Goddess of Fate's power was the ability to change the future/fate of anyone. In some of the other gods stories it kind of seems like her power was just giving people a choice. I like to believe that MC has that power still but its more toned down as in she just talks to people about what choices they can make like idk telling leon to not kill everyone and wipe the universe teehee.

We see her power work in every story intentional or not. Maybe it was the king using the help of her powers to decimate the underworld or the simple acts of kindness performed through MC. Anyway, it can go into theories of dominos falling or butterflies flapping their wings that Clotho's power was very strong and had lasting impacts on a persons future.

Hue's power is clairvoyance, granted he can't use it without touching the person but he could still see into the future. He keeps to himself when he does this, only preparing for the inevitable.

I love that Huedhaut was the one to help Clotho figure out how to use her powers and incidentally was one of the first people who had his fate 'changed'. Whether his fate was actually changed by her or it was just him trying to create a logical answer to him catching feelings is wild.

One of my fav excerpts of them is I think in one of Hue's stories he gets surprised accidentally reading Clotho's future. He saw that they were dating before he even knew they were. Ended with both of them getting awkward about it and just acknowledging 'hey we're dating', and along the lines of him saying 'i've never had my own future spoiled'.

TLDR their relationship

One of the reasons Hue fell in love with MC/Clotho was because Clotho always forced Hue out of his comfort zone (at a reasonable level) and was his total opposite. Something refreshing, sun and moon.

Clotho definitely woke up Hue in the middle of the night to ask if he would still love her if she was a worm (and him in a begrudging state of total confusion would say yes, he loves them in any form, he loves their soul etc etc).

It's also to note that her power literally interrupts his. He can't see/predict the future if it's always changing. It was unpredictable for him. Which ties into the philosophy he learnt when we see him in S1 that he doesn't know how to process the illogical and irrational. He also gets a bit mad at MC when she brings up the concept 'fate' once again being a theoretical concept not set in stone. Huedhaut tries to grab onto any reason when it came to an emotional experience and it left him with centuries full of grief as to why Clotho did the things she did.

In a sense, Huedhauts season 1 reads like a ghost story. Clotho is the ghost that haunts MC, Hue, and some of the other gods. There's a famous quote by David Foster Wallace that says:

"Every love story is a ghost story"

Clotho haunts the narrative, and surely haunts Hue. Those versions of the goddess of fate with the god of Aquarius doesn't exist anymore, yet they still have a very persistent figure in the story. Clotho gave up (not sacrificed) herself/powers because she wanted humanity to feel the love that Huedhaut gave her, her last thoughts were literally of her and Huedhaut hugging the morning prior as she found comfort in the absolute. Huedhaut was near her/watched as she faded from existence. Everything she did, Huedhaut took it personal as Clotho's decisions were purely emotional.

Whether it was inconsistent writing or intentional, Hue's reasonings/graspings at Clotho changes throughout the story from (TLDR SUMMED UP)

"Oh gods I desecrated myself for love" "Did she love me or was she unhappy and decided to do that" blaming himself for not stopping her/finding a solution/not being smart enough at the time

it changes in his route a few times but I think its a realistic depiction for someone who didn't get closure and is heavily focused on reason. tldr im rambling love overcomes as a theme and love is good. Voltage I am begging please give Hue a good update also redo his promise of infinity.

hue and clotho/mc have that doomed yuri type beat also something about them just spreads tragedy i love them i have like 3 scm aus and one of them is dedicated to them entirely.

[sicjimin]

can you do one where jin gets sick during a concert that he needs to be put on iv drips before the show (some emeto pls)? and throughout the concert jin is suuuuuper clingy to jungkook, hugging him from behind bcs it melts my heart everytime i remember how the members say jin is rlly clingy when he's tired. kookjin was so cute during the busan concert, they got me teary-eyed. pls do this if you can ryu ur my fav writer on tumblr 🥺

— Busan Chaos (Seokjin ver.) —

a.n : this is not a part 2 of my previous fic .. i just ran out of title 🤣 and since i use the same concert in mind, so hence the related title. anon, thank you for requesting !! im so sorry for the long wait, i hope you're still around TT and i hope this is fluff enough .. for you? or at least what you had in mind .. aha i hope you like it , happy reading !

"Aahh ..", Seokjin moans in pain. His voices echoes through the small bathroom as it got amplifies by the toilet bowl he's currently dived his head into.

"Sshh .. it will be over soon, hyung", Jungkook murmurs beside him, his hand been steadily rubbing the older back up and down since 5 minutes ago.

Seokjin whines again, moving his hand from his head to his stomach, rubbing it aggresively to get the shit done. "I just want to pu—mmmm", he squeezed his eyes shut as his body shuddered with a harsh wave of nausea. He then scooted forward to lean further over the toilet.  "Kook .. i feel sick", he breathes out, letting his lips part slightly and trembled with a shallow gag.

"I know hyungie .. it's okay", Jungkook sits up straight, brushing the older hair back and massaging his tense nape—feeling it tenses with preparation. "You will feel better soon"

Seokjin huffs, gripping the toilet tightly as he retched with increasing intensity, and after less than a minute a lumpy flow of brownish vomit coursed out of his mouth and splashed noisily into the water. "Fuck ..", he chokes out, visibly shuddering, as his fingers curls even tighter than before.

"Ah .. that's great hyung", Jungkook says softly, "Let it out"

Seokjin sucks a deep breathe—his response was a gurgling heave, and another flood of mush poured out of his mouth. There gone ramyeon he ate this morning. He coughs when the spice caught up on his throat and nose. He sniffles, letting tears flowed down his cheeks as he closed his eyes—a burp rumbles through his body as a mouthful of vomit coming up. His stomach is working up—churning its content up wave after wave until it's filling half of the bowl.

"Hyung .. breathe .. you're throwing up a lot", Jungkook mumbles beside him, flushing the toilet when the gag has stopped. The older still has his head ducked down. "Are you done?"

Seokjin swallows hard, shaking his head weakly, resting his forearms on the toilet seat and angling his mouth into the bowl. "Still feel horrible", he belched and drooled.

He's sure that the makeup artists gonna scold him once he's done. His makeup is all smudged right now with snot and tears. "What time is it?", he croakes out. They have to get ready in two hours.

"We still have time, don't worry hyung", Jungkook reassures him gently, wiping the corners of Seokjin's mouth. "The others will come find us when they finished getting ready".

Seokjin hums. He feels awful. His head is pounding, his heart pounds and his stomach clenches violently as more saliva escapes from his lips. It's like his body is trying its best to expel everything inside of him at once. He ends up giving out 2 more rounds of his stomach content again—before his body deeming that it's enough.

Jungkook trails beside him. His hand never leaves Seokjin waist as he helps the older walk back to their room. At time like this, he's grateful for the younger—he's strong, and he can be intimidating if he wants ; as he glares at the makeup artists when they almost fussed over him. "Let Seokjin hyung rest first, we still have time"

Seokjin barely have energy to say anything—immediately curled on the couch and hides under the blanket. He feels cold. Everything is cold.

Jungkook leans over him, holding up the cup of water with one hand while rubbing his back in slow circular motions. His other hand brushes through Seokjin’s sweaty hair, keeping it out of his eyes. “Drink first hyung, you need to be hydrated", he tells Seokjin firmly, and gives him some water in a straw.

Seokjin grunts, and sips slowly at the water. He groaned once, but didn't really make much noise. The water tasted bitter, but it helped him calm down a bit. He felt a little better.

"Do you need anything?"

Seokjin shakes his head, "No .. let me rest for five minutes", he whispers hoarsely.

Jungkook nodded understandingly and continued to rub Seokjin’s back, “Okay hyung, take your time, I'll wake you up later”

***

Seokjin woke up feeling more exhausted than ever. His fever been progressively worse, and also his headache and his nausea. It feels like his organ pulling him in every other directions. He groans, stirring awake—not sure who he needs to call for help.

"Hyung .. you're awake?"

Someone hovered over him, and that must be Yoongi—his grumpy yet soft voices give it away.

"Yoongi ..", Seokjin tried to sit up, but his limbs are weak. He fell back on the couch after struggling for a moment. His whole face paled, as he tried not to throw up again.

"Don't move too much", Yoongi's voice is laced with concern, taking Seokjin's arm to steady him so he doesn't slam his head against the couch.

"What time is it?", he asks, hands nursing his temples as the world is spinning around him. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, or he will throw up.

"4.30", Yoongi answers quietly. Fuck, they have to get ready in an hour. "What are you feeling?"

"Awful", Seokjin breathes out. He doesn't have time. "Can you asks for IV, Yoon?"

Yoongi's breathe hitched. It looks like he gonna say something, but decides against it. "Okay", he opted instead. "Wait here hyung"

Seokjin nods, inhaling a cautious breathe as he tries to calm down his erratic heart. It didn't take long, before there's staff and a worried Jungkook and Yoongi fussing around him.

"Not feeling better hyung?", Jungkook asked concerned. It's make sense—He is rarely sick. Especially ; this bad. So seeing him like this must be scaring the youngest.

Seokjin smiled weakly, "After this, Kook. Hyung will be fine"

"You can always sit down the concert hyung. We will be fine", Yoongi mumbles. And Seokjin bites his lips as needles prick into his skin—a second later, liquid flowing through it. He takes a deep breathe.

Please work.

"No .. i don't want to", Seokjin mutters. He grimaces at the stinging sensation. It's starting to get uncomfortable. "I think i'm going to puke again", he mumbled, turning his gaze to the younger.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Yoongi already gone—coming back few seconds later with plastic bag in hands. They both sitting closer to the older ; Yoongi cupping the bag under Seokjin's mouth, and Jungkook holding him steady as he starts to retch—the contents of his stomach spilling onto the bag. Seokjin vomited for a while—until his stomach empty itself.

"Fuck .. this is awful", he groans once all of the water he took already moving to the bag. Yoongi disposed it quickly ; afraid that the sight might set him off again. But the elder did relax afterwards, and lays down.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off Seokjin forehead with the back of his palm

"How are you feeling now?", Jungkook asks softly.

"I'm a little dizzy, but better", Seokjin murmurs.

Namjoon barges in before Jungkook can fuss over him again. His eyes full of concern. He must have a lot in his mind—so before Namjoon can frets ; "Hyung will be fine, i will perform, Joon"

"Hyung .. no", the leader breathes out. "I don't want to risk it"

Seokjin sighs, "Joon-ah, i'm fine! i already took IV, see?", he sways his hand that still pricked with needle, "I will feel better soon! I already am!", he looks around, wanting a little approval from .. anyone.

Hoseok bites his lips. "Hyung .. you know how it is to perform while you're sick. It's horrible"

"I know .. but i can't disappoint ARMY", he whispers, fiddling with the blanket on his laps, "This gonna be my last stage. I want to say a proper goodbye to them"

And that seems like strikes a nerve—as everyone suddenly remembered the purpose of this concert ; another side why they push through this much.

"Let him", Yoongi says after few beats of silence. "Hyung will take it easy. If it's get bad we will pull him out. At least let him meet the fans properly, us too. They deserves to see as a seven, even just for few songs"

Seokjin smiles tiredly, "Thank you", he whispers and closes his eyes, "I'm sorry I made you guys worry"

"Don't be silly", Namjoon laughs and sits beside him, "it's our job"

***

The IV drips did wonder, and maybe also a push from his inside to meet ARMY—surprisingly he managed to last until encore. He did feel dizzy and feverish few times ; taking one more IV drips and 3 cans of oxygen as he collapse badly after the first set—but he did it.

They are now saying their ment, then it's encore, and the concert will be done. He scoots closer to Jungkook—feeling his body starts to droop low ; like it knows the concert gonna end soon.

"Hyung, you're heavy", Jungkook chuckles, "Are you okay, hyung?", he whispers, pushing away his mic when he feels a warm body clinging to his hoodie. "Tired", Seokjin mumbles, eyes still watching Hoseok giving his ments.

"Hang on a little, we're done after this"

He hums—still feeling exhausted though. He bites back a yawn, and blinked tiredly at the members in front of him. He tightens his grip on Jungkook's shoulders.

Few more minutes.

"ARMYYY", he cheers out. It's time for his ment—despite his currently foggy brain, he breathes out a relief sigh when he still managed to say what he wants to say. Jungkook squeezed his shoulder in encouragement, and he smiles. Letting his head lolled to the younger.

He's so tired.

It feels like hours, until they finally bow down and say goodbye to the fans. The concert is done. He did it.

"Hyung! You're doing a great job!", Jungkook and Jimin beams right beside him, sandwiching him as they walk backstage. Seokjin smiles, blinking furiously as he could feel his energy lowering. Adrenaline visibly leaving his blood.

He feels so weak.

Jimin still chatters beside him, and so is Jungkook. So is the members that walk behind and in front of him. But Seokjin didn't catch any of that—"Kook ..", he mumbles weakly, his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders. "Jungkookie".

"Yeah hyung?"

Seokjin frowns, "I think i'm going to faint"—and then it's black for him.