#he wasn’t loud about it yknow

[kairospy]

I’m sorry but everyone at school wanted Regulus. He could’ve had anyone he wanted.

A Black? Rich? Quidditch star? Hot as shit?? The confidence from being told since birth you’re better than everyone else???

Yea this man could’ve snapped his fingers as have 17 people in his vicinity undressing

[mirkoluvs]

★ WAKE UP

zoro (opla) x fem reader

notes: first time writing for one piece and definitely not the last !!

“hey, zoro. it’s my turn to talk to you! i don’t really… know what to say”, you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed where he laid unconscious.

he had just gotten slashed along his chest in a dual with mihawk that he requested, a deep cut that made him lose lots of blood in a short amount of time. if it weren’t for the owner of the baratie, zeff, who knows where he would be now. even still, zeff said his survival wasn’t guaranteed even after all the fixing he did. according to him, the only thing that could keep him from dying was his crew keeping him grounded on the earth mentally, and that’s how you ended up where you were. each member of the crew took turns talking to him, and you decided to go last. you didn’t even know how to even approach him.

“i just… i understand that you wanna prove yourself, but did you have to go and get yourself hurt like this?”, you muttered. “i can’t even put into words how i felt when i saw you get cut like that, it felt like i did too in a way, yknow? not being able to do anything but watch, it hurt so bad. it made me feel so weak… but that makes me think about how you felt. well, no matter what, you’re the strongest swordsman to me even if you don’t think so. you’re so much more talented than you think and i wish you could see that”, you spoke, your voice cracking a bit. you’re hand crawled over his, giving it a small squeeze. “you have to wake up, zoro…”, you whispered. you felt a tear run down your face, the tear landing on his hand as you sniffled, wiping your face with the back of your other hand.

“quit crying, would you?”, a voice quietly muttered. your eyes widened as your head shot up. you made eye contact with zoro who was looking up at the ceiling. “zoro… ZORO! YOU’RE AWAKE!”, you exclaimed, rushing up to him and looking down at his face. “christ- so loud…”, he complained. your lips curled into a shaky smile, quickly pulling him into a tight hug. “OW- loosen up would you?!”, he groaned of pain, his eyes tightening. “i thought you were dead! don’t scare me like that!”, you said, a small sob coming out as you let him go. his eyes widened at your reaction. were you seriously that worried about him? “of course i’m alive, you really think that would kill me?”, he said. he sighed as his hand slowly cupped the side of your face, a shaky thumb wiping the tear running down your face. “don’t cry, you look stupid”, he muttered, putting his arm down. “jeez, thanks”, you smirked, sniffling a bit.

“i’m not leaving you, luffy, or anyone else on the crew any time soon. so don’t worry so much”, he told you firmly. your eyes widened at his words but quickly softened. “yeah… right”, you nodded. a small moment of silence filled the room before you bent down to his head level. pressing a small kiss to his cheek, you smiled. “i know you won’t. you’re the greatest swordsman after all”, you said quietly. before zoro could even react, your head was already out the door. “GUYS! ZORO’S AWAKE!”, you yelled. commotion arose quickly as luffy, usopp, and sanji ran into the room, crowding around him. his eyes were wide as he looked at you for a second, his cheeks a dusty shade of pink as you smiled, walking out the room.

damn, that woman.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

[bambihrt]

Hi ! Would you be up for writing some angst to fluff with Adam ? My poor angel deserves some love !

Yes of course! Now this is some very light angst but hopefully you enjoy it, Adam is such an interesting character I hope I’m able to do him some justice haha

- 🤍

Dating the first man to ever exist is no easy task. He’s a popular guy and is usually the center of attention in any situation. However you couldn’t help but feel jealous over those who get to spend a lot of time with him. In particular the angel Lute. Anytime you see your boyfriend when not at each other’s homes or on a date, she’s always with him. The way she looks at him just doesn’t sit right. You can’t help but think there could be something more going on.

It’s not that you don’t trust Adam but it’s only natural to have doubts when your boyfriend is often around another woman. Now envy is a sin, you know that so you’d never voice this opinion out loud. But as time goes on, these feelings start to simmer until they start affecting your relationship.

Adam could tell something was up. He had no clue though what this could be. It’s unlike you to be so quiet when he’s talking to you. He was telling you this story on how Lute and him were chasing down this sinner on the last extermination day.

“You should have seen the look on his face babe! Lute had cornered him into this alleyway and then right when he thought he’d gotten away… BAM I jump out from behind and spear him straight through the fuckin’ middle! And then Lute-“

“Wow sounds like you and Lute are the perfect team.” This comment of yours sounded less enthusiastic and more snarky than he’d hoped for.

“Well yeah I guess but that’s not really the point (y/n), I was trying to tell you how badass I was,” Adam was giving you the perfect opportunity to ignore the tone of what you last said and move on but you couldn’t get out of this headspace.

“Yeah Lute sounds pretty badass too from the countless stories you tell me.”

“Woah babe what’s this about?”

“Just seems to me like Lute’s always on your mind Adam from how you’re always with her and talking about her. Maybe you should date her instead.”

Adam huffed and got up, “yeah yknow what? Fuck this, go take this attitude to someone who could give a shit, I’m just trying to have a nice time and you’re sounding like an insecure bitch right now.”

After that comment Adam stormed out of your room and slammed the door leaving you alone to wallow in self pity. For the next week you didn’t hear from your boyfriend or even see him out. You couldn’t help but think you’ve ruined your relationship with the argument you had. Until you wake up to your doorbell ringing.

Opening your door to Adam standing in front, scratching the back of his neck.

“Look (y/n) I thought you were being completely irrational but then imagined our roles were reversed and I’d be pissed if you were hanging around some guy all day.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“That I’m sorry. Even though I’ve had two wives, I’m not the best at relationships so next time something’s up just talk to me about it,” after he finished saying this, you stood onto your tippy toes and pulled the mask off your boyfriend’s worried face.

“I’m sorry too Adam, I shouldn’t have taken my worries out on you and just communicated from the start, that wasn’t fair of me,” you gave him a soft smile of which he returned with a hug and pulled you into his arms, making his way to the couch where you two snuggled under a blanket and just held each other while watching your favorite movie.

As you were starting to drift off you thought you’d heard your boyfriend mumble, “I love you (y/n), I’m going to marry you some day so please don’t think I have eyes for anyone else but you.” But who knows maybe you were really sleepy and imagined it. However the twinkle in Adam’s eyes when he watched you close your own seemed to hint at it being true.

[kawataslvr]

cough- totally not here to request more Mikey smut…definitely not..

Mikey x male reader smut where Mikey got in a fight with Draken abt his doriyaki addiction and came pouting to reader abt “Ken-chin being meaaaan” and when reader starts taking Drakens side, Mikey immediately starts teasing reader abt liking Draken more than him and shows reader how much he “doesnt need Draken”

wink wink

or yknow, if ur not ok with le smut, u can do fluff with that idea lmao, thanksss for anythinggg

Summary : Smut ,, its late is at night, its like my usual smut content. (I was tired while writing excuse the lack of warnings)

A/N : Please, i live and breath for anything Mikey, i really like your brain.

Typicxlcato ,, req !

“Mikey, I’m not arguing with you. You already ate enough doriyaki today.” Mikey whined at the taller males words, while you stood off to the side checking something else out.

distracted from the conversation, until the short blond brought in. “Y/N… Ken-chin’s being meannn..” Mikey hung loosely off your arm, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to this behavior.

You gave a small giggle to the short blond as he clung to your smaller figure and smiled softly “Whats he doing now?”

“He won’t let me have any more Doriyaki.” you looked at the pouty Mikey, how he over exaggerated over his favorite treat.

“Mikey, he’s right.. you’ve had enough.” Draken gave Mikey a shit eating grin “See! even Y/N agrees.” Mikey looked shocked and betrayed, even if he was just exaggerating his expressions.

the feeling of jealousy in his chest remained.

While he drove you back home on his bike he kept bringing up Draken and teasing you “Y/N you like Ken-chin more.. other wise you would’ve taken my side.” is what he kept rambling on about and constantly teasing you.

You, not being one for bright decisions decided to play around and say “oh, I do like Draken better.”

Oh, you regretted those words.

Mikey teasing the entrance of your hole with his cock, “Y/N, I’m the only one you need right?” he said in a condescending tone kissing around your neck and leaving harsh hickeys.

“m..m’nghh.. yes Mikey..” your neck going sensitive from all the hickeys he had left from before and is now currently littering around your chest and neck.

“Aww, i thought you liked Draken better though?” he shoved the tip of his cock in and started to press his lips against you, not even letting you respond back.

You let out a whiny moan, while he kissed you he made sure he got to hear more of your sweet sounds. Fondling with your body and especially your ass.

He loved it, perfect and round. For him ~ !

Not for Draken.

“Draken will never give you this, right Y/N?” you nodded your head and he smiled, finally shoving his entire length and moaning at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a porn worthy moan, you poor thing, he didn’t even give you a warning beforehand.

“A-AH~!” oh god, If Mikey could choose on sound to listen to all day, It’d be your moans. So sweet like candy.

Starting a harsh pace and thrusting in and out of your poor little hole abusing it. His breathy grunts and your loud moans filled the room.

The neighbors would hate you, but that wasn’t the main concern right now.

Mikey grabbed onto your cute nipples and rolled them around , with his cock going in and out of you while he also touched your nipples and occasionally groped around his body..

You couldn’t find a way with your words anymore, all you became was a moaning mess for the blonde.

Under minutes Mikey made you come, yelling his name as you did so.

Making you regret siding with Draken.

[pellucid-constellations]

Hey!!! I just finished reading song of Achilles and I have been crying for the better part of the last hour while reading, hence in serious need of some Bucky comfort. So how about college or lumberjack Bucky (cuz they’re my favorites) who don’t really understand the whole fuzz over books but still holding his girl while she sobs her chest out out about a book (you can change the book of you want), hot tears down her face, ugly crying yknow?

It’s okay if you don’t want to :)) Have a great day 💕💕💕

Pairing: lumberjack!bucky x reader (can be read separately from undisclosed, but also a little reference to it)

A/n: Okay sooo this was so sweet and I had to write a drabble for it!! All this angst I've been writing needs some comfort! :)

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He hears the crying first. 

It’s a terrible sound that constricts his chest each time it meets his ears. Bucky would like to consider himself partially responsible for your tears becoming a rare occurrence, so when he hears them, he experiences an array of emotions—fear, panic, a twisted sort of heartbreak. 

At the front door of his home, Bucky strains his ears to confirm what he’s already dreading. Because maybe you weren’t crying. Maybe you were sick? That wasn’t much better, but at least it was a more concrete issue. 

When he hears the tissue box and the loud meow from Alpine—the closest thing to concern he’d ever heard from a cat—Bucky doesn’t even take his coat off before he’s barreling into your bedroom. 

You startle, puffy eyes darting up to him as he takes up space in the small room. 

And he’s devastated. You hadn’t looked like that in a long time, all tear-stained cheeks and frazzled hair. Bucky considers the multitude of reasons you could be so upset, but then decides it doesn't matter. Not when you’re looking at him like that. 

“Oh, honey,” he coos. His socks make soft sounds on the carpet as he walks over to you, but the action only sends more tears down your face. Bucky could collapse. “Sweetheart, what happened?” 

You don’t say much at first, opting to bury your face into his chest the second he makes contact with the bed. It’s too warm in here for the amount of clothes he’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t really care. You keep crying—Bucky keeps running his fingers through your hair. 

Each sob that leaves your lips sounds more broken than the last, breaking Bucky down bit by bit. He wants to fix this, make it better, but Bucky has never been good with words. He’d been trying, for you. He will try now. 

“Tell me what happened, sweet girl?” he mumbles into the skin of your temple, lips hesitant to leave your skin. He was always better with physical communication. He was also the best at loving you like this. 

Your breathing gets choppy as you try to calm down. Shallow puffs of air meet the stitching of his sweater, and he rocks you as a way to coax a more steady pattern into your lungs. Even though he was wrought with panic, you were okay. Bucky had you, so you were okay. 

“He—he died, Buck,” you eventually choke out. “He died and then there was no—there was nothing—” your words cut off again as more tears soak his chest. 

“Who?” he stresses, although his tone doesn’t give that away. “Who, honey? Someone you know?” 

“No,” you sob. The sound knocks the air from Bucky’s lungs. 

Taking inventory in his head, that means all of his friends are safe, all of your friends. It means your awful family is alive as well, and while that doesn't matter much to him, at least he knows it isn’t the source of your strife. But the pain in your voice, the way you were limp against him and fighting for air. 

Bucky couldn’t understand. 

“Tell me who. What has you so sad, hm?” he tries, voice dropping into an even gentler tone. 

You dig your fingers into Bucky’s jacket, pulling away after a moment. Bucky reaches for you, trying to chase your figure because he wasn’t done trying to make this better, he needs to make you better. But then you slap something into his lap and he’s confused again. 

“Them,” you all but sob, turning back into the material of his jacket. 

Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulders as he inspects the book on his thighs. He’s still lost, but your crying has morphed into sniffles so he asks, “What was that, sweet girl?” 

He’s packing it on with the endearments, but seeing you like this is brutal. 

“In the book,” you explain. “They were so in love. And then he died. And afterwards—Bucky it was awful.” 

Oh. 

A book. 

This is manageable, to Bucky. You’re not in pain and he can handle this. 

He hauls you closer into his chest. You shuffle until your frame is enclosed by his. Bucky’s size had always been something he found inconvenient until you came into his life. Because after that, he found it was good at making you feel safe. A way to protect you from anything. 

Even… a book? 

Surely a book. 

“Hey, it’s alright, I got you,” he hums.

“Never die,” you whisper, and Bucky's mouth twists uncomfortably. 

“I won’t.” 

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Wait, something just came to my mind.

What if Y/n is like one of these kind of people that are beyond self-sacrificial for people they care/love the most and end up being , yknow halfdead (on the edge of death)?

What if add this with a scenario with Y/n (somehow) saving Ace and Luffy from serious attack? You can play with the background all you want with Platonic Yandere! Strawhats:)

Before anyone says this seems like an unsurvivable wound, it’s the One Piece universe, blood loss is a nonfactor here. 

Searing Pain

Yandere Ace and Luffy x GN!Reader

2.3k words

Part 2

Warnings for description of serious injuries

While it’s understandable that the Marines are going to give it their all to try and stop pirates, this felt excessive. Sure, there are several people on the crew with hefty bounties, but throwing bombs at you all was a bit much. You couldn’t even make out where you were right now. Everything was exploding, dirt and debris pelting you from seemingly every angle. 

Faintly, you could make out your crewmates yelling and screaming over the chaos, and it was hard to miss Ace’s flames. You can’t help but wonder if he’s regretting stopping by to visit with Luffy and the rest of you after getting caught up in all this.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts as a marine charges through the smoke with his sword pointed right at you. There isn’t much time to react, but you do manage to deflect the attack with your dagger. You slashed at his back, sprinting away as soon as he fell. Standing around wasn’t going to help anyone, you need to figure out where everyone is so you can actually be of help.

Finding Ace will definitely be the easiest, though you can’t help but worry that you’d be more of a hindrance than help to such an experienced and skilled pirate. You shake your head, now is not the time to compare yourself and get insecure. The priority is to get everyone together because being separated is doing none of you any favors. 

A pillar of flames is dead ahead of you, and you run for it like your life depends on it. Ace comes into view, and Luffy along with him. They’re fighting hard, both focused on one marine. He was taking the heat and punches unlike any normal human, so you can only assume he must have a devil fruit power. Something that deflects surface level attacks possibly?

The relief you feel is short lived as you see what that marine’s plan was. He wasn’t seriously fighting them, he was just trying to keep their attention on him so they wouldn’t see what was behind them. Your stomach dropped at the sheer size of the gun you saw. It couldn’t even be supported by a single person, instead being carried on the shoulders of four. There’s no way anyone would be able to take a hit from that. If whatever that thing was going to fire was even slightly sharp on the end, not even Luffy would be able to deflect it.

That thing was too awkwardly sized to be moved easily and with any speed, all you needed to do was let them know and everything would be fine! “Ace! Luffy! Behind you! You need to move!” You screamed with all your might, but they didn’t even flinch. It’s too loud, they might not even hear you if you were right next to them. You need to get to them, and fast.

The marines were hammering a stand into the ground.

You ducked as another marine charged at you, not bothering to attack. There was no time.

The gun was settled onto the stand.

It seems the marines nearby knew what you were trying to do and swarmed you.

A marine dropped to their knees at the butt of the gun and peered through the scope.

You were jumping and dodging marines better than you thought you could, breezing through them like a fierce wind.

The marine had his finger on the trigger and another one waved a flag to signal that they were about to fire to the marine distracting Ace and Luffy.

You slashed at another marine and screamed for Ace and Luffy to move, but it was already too late. They didn’t even have enough time to turn around and see what you were yelling about before the trigger was pulled. 

You couldn’t just let them die. You wouldn’t. With not even a millisecond to spare, you plow right into Luffy. Successfully pushing him into Ace, and both of them out of the way. For a split second, you make eye contact with a very confused Luffy as a deafening boom blasts through the air. Then you felt a burning, all consuming pain rip through your chest.

Everything went black.

—

The battle around them fell on deaf ears as everything went quiet to Luffy. He couldn’t hear, nor feel anything. Not as he watched a bullet rip through your chest and send you flying away from him, leaving a stream of blood in your wake.

He froze. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go to you or whoever had just hurt you? What’s he supposed to do when he does get to you? Are you even alive? Luffy was already breathing hard from the fight, but now he was starting to hyperventilate. You can’t be dead. No, you couldn’t have just died right in front of him after saving him from danger.

He was snapped out of his terrified stupor by Ace shoving him in your direction. “Go check on (y/n), I’ll take care of that gun!” Ace charged at the like a man possessed, screaming in rage as his flames engulfed himself and everything around him.

Luffy didn’t need to be told twice, running to your crumpled form with fear of what he would find weighing heavily on him. He brought himself to a halt over you and swears he feels his heart stop at the sight.

The round had put a hole in your chest, only slightly off center and to the right. You’re pale and there is blood everywhere but where it should be. Frantically, he puts his ear to your chest, desperately hoping to hear a heartbeat. 

It’s there, it’s so faint, but he can hear it. Tears are pouring down his face and soaking into your shirt. He’s so happy that you’re still alive… but now what? How do you fix this? He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows that all he wants is to wrap you in his arms and never let you go. Never let you do something like this ever again.

He did just that, making sure to apply pressure around where the hole was, he’s pretty sure that’s what you’re supposed to do. “Ha-Hang in there, (y/n)! I’m going to get you help and everything is going to be okay! I promise!” There was no response, and he knew there wouldn’t be one. You were out cold, but that was a good thing, right? Zoro has slept off plenty of injuries! That’s what you’re doing! It has to be.

“Chopper! Where are you?! (Y/N) needs help!” Luffy cried out at the top of his lungs. The battle was starting to die down mercifully, and he was able to spot Chopper in his humanoid form at the other end of the clearing with Robin.

He sprinted towards the doctor, calling his name again. One of the few remaining marines tried to attack him, but before Luffy could even consider how to deal with him, he was slammed into the ground by Sanji bringing his foot down on him. Sanji didn’t so much as spare him a glance, instead choosing to run alongside Luffy.

“What happened to (y/n)? Who hurt them?!” Even with Luffy trying to apply pressure, blood was freely flowing out and soaking through his coiled arm. Even if there wasn’t blood, the unnatural paleness to your exposed skin gave away your poor condition. 

“They’re hurt really bad, we need to get them to Chopper,” Luffy’s tone was shockingly calm, bordering on catatonic. Sanji decided to drop it for now, wordlessly agreeing that getting you medical attention should be the focus. 

Robin noticed them approaching first and alerted Chopper, telling him to go to you while she deals with the remaining marines. Even before Luffy could unravel his arms, Chopper knew this was serious.

Blood was seeping through his arms and you looked… you looked dead. Eyes half open and unfocused. The sight chilled him and almost made him falter, but he forced himself to keep moving. You definitely needed him. “Luffy, what happened?”

Luffy set you onto the ground far more gently than anyone would have expected him to be capable of. Only your lower half touched the ground, he kept your torso propped up in his arm. Both because he wanted to keep your wound away from any contaminants, but also because he didn’t want to let you go. “They were shot,” Luffy kept the answer short and concise, getting straight to the point.

The hole in your chest was exposed, Chopper and Sanji both gasped at the sight. Your shirt was completely soaked with blood. Your head hung limply, and Chopper immediately checked for a pulse. It took a moment to find it, but it was there, however weak. There was also the distinct sound of you quietly wheezing. Your right lung had been ripped open from the gunshot.

“We need to go back to the ship, I don’t have everything they need on hand,” Chopper frantically wound some bandages around the entry and exit wound in an attempt to slow your blood loss even a little. He moves to take you into his own arms, but Luffy picks you back up before he can and takes off towards the Going Merry leaving Chopper to catch up.

You miraculously survive the trip back and Luffy is forced to part from you during your surgery. The further he gets from you, the more the calm trance he was in begins to crack. His crewmates try to talk to him and provide some comfort but he shrugs them off. For once, all he wants is to be alone.

After leaping off the ship, he shambles into the nearby forest for some privacy. It felt like he couldn’t breathe, like there was something lodged in his throat that wouldn’t come out no matter what. His shoulders trembled and his fists clenched and unclenched. He looks down at his shaking hands and is struck by the sight of blood. Your blood. He’s absolutely covered in it. His hands and arms were the worst, but your blood had seeped into his clothes too.

He felt sick. 

Scared.

Angry.

With a scream, he drove his fist into the nearest tree, toppling it instantly. He didn’t stop there though, once he opened the door everything poured out. Everything around him blurred together as he unleashed what was bottled up inside him. 

It didn’t help. The searing anger didn’t die out with each punch, if anything it got worse. One tree turned into dozens. Even boulders weren’t safe, he cracked them open like some measly walnuts. The ground beneath him was cracking under the sheer force of his blows, and it. Didn’t. Help. What was it going to take to make this horrible feeling go away?

Before his rampage could continue, arms latched onto him from behind. His first instinct was to thrash and yell, wanting whoever had the audacity to try and stop him to go away.

“Luffy! Stop!” Ace’s voice immediately made him freeze, and Ace took advantage of this to bring Luffy to the ground. His arms were still tightly locked around his brother, knowing that it’ll only take a second of him loosening his grip for Luffy to escape and make a run for it. “Listen to me, I need you to calm down!”

Luffy thrashed in his grip, but he wasn’t using his full strength, “Let go of me, Ace! Leave me alone!” 

“Those are words I never thought I’d hear outta you,” Ace grunted as Luffy jabbed his elbow into his side. “Quit! This isn’t going to help anyone! Do you think (y/n) would want you to be acting like this?”

The mentioning of your name is what starts to dampen the fire within him. You would probably scold him for throwing a temper tantrum if you saw this. Hot tears pour down the already present tracks on his face as he crumbles against Ace. His voice is so quiet, so hoarse, that it’s barely audible, “I’m scared.”

“I know,” Ace allowed himself to relax slightly, “but (y/n) is tough, they’ll make it through.” 

Luffy choked out a sob, “What if they don’t? What if- What if they die because of me?” The guilt had finally bubbled to the surface. “If I had paid attention better this wouldn’t have happened!” His hands pulled at his hair as his sobs became louder.

“Don’t talk like that, Luffy. I didn’t notice either. Blaming ourselves isn’t going to fix anything,” Ace let Luffy cry it out, patting his back. It took a lot out of him not to start crying with his brother, but he needed to be strong for him. Besides, he’d already gotten most of his tears and anger out earlier. Melting that oversized gun and burning that stupid distraction from the inside out definitely helped relieve some of it. 

As the sobs started to die down, Ace couldn’t help but ask about something, “So where’s that hat of yours? It’s weird to see you without it.”

Luffy sniffled, “I left it with (y/n). I thought if I couldn’t be there with them, then maybe letting them have my hat would help.” He’d wanted to put it over your face, but Chopper said no, so he left it on the infirmary bed’s pillow. Chopper promised he’d put it on you when your surgery was over.

Ace nodded, he figured as much. He got to his feet and extended a hand to Luffy, “Come on, let’s go back to the ship. You wanna be there when they wake up, right?”

Luffy stared at the open hand for a moment before accepting the offer. He used a small part of his shirt that wasn’t soaked in blood to wipe off his face. It didn’t really help much. He’s going to need to take a bath, but after everything that’s happened that didn’t seem so bad.

“You killed everyone that hurt (y/n), right?”

“Obviously. That clearing is nothing but ash now.”

[matchamiko]

oh my god what you said about dabi fucking you in the bar bathroom like you’re strangers, but you’re actually in love!!! THE IDEA OF IT is making me crazy 😵‍💫 he’s soooo touchy throughout it too

I wanna write somefink long for it too !!! The idea is just so ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა cause he would be kinda dismissive about it first? You’re embarrassed about bringing it up and he’s kinda like “that’s a little weird, why can’t I just fuck u in the bathroom like normally?” But he indulges and has this little script in his head but finds that he falls into character sooooo easily because it’s who he was for years before you came along. And you’re late which makes him able to forget for a little bit, and then suddenly spot you as if he wasn’t even meaning to.

At first he thinks you’re sooooo cute with your little glances and coy fluttery lashes, extra shy and nervous because he seems so imposing and extra handsome tonight. The lust he feels for you is so so loud and so hot in his veins, he’s hard before he even orders you a drink, thinking about the bar, the music, the people watching nd thinking bout the two beautiful strangers flirting over a cosmopolitan. Thrill nicks his lower back and he lets you lead him to the bathroom without asking your name and it’s so dingy and kinda sticky but he’s fucking you rougher and clingier than ever before. You’re positively leaking down his arm when he plays with you, throbbing and calling him “mister” cause you don’t know his name.

It goes to his head too, the power trip and the debauchery, following you home and stopping at a 7/11 to get you an after snack and drink because he still loves you, too much, so much and he can see you wobbling on your heels a little ahead outside of your apartment block.

He gets you four snacks because he couldn’t decide which milk bun ti get you so he got all three that you like, and an extra one is a bribe to maybe do this fun new thing again sometime yknow? Soon?

[sovasleepy]

beauty sleep

[ gekko x reader ] — when you fall asleep wearing makeup, gekko does his best to clean your face without waking you

warnings: the reader is gender neutral, although the reader is described to be wearing makeup so take that as you will. also a brief mention of being drunk/alcohol but its not gekko or the reader.

notes: requested by anon! i hope you enjoy :)

the usual banter between phoenix and jett played out in front of you. they were high off of a victory, much like yourself and several other agents that had joined together for a victory feast at a local takeout place. what was supposed to be a quick run for food turned into a posse of idiots parading around downtown, much to the credit of an already half-drunken skye.

phoenix quickly followed her, his energy coaxing the fire that was already brewing in the hearts of the agents. a particularly important mission had gone incredibly well that day and the entire team was still riding high.

jett snorted as she shoved phoenix, laughing at whatever cheesy joke he’d laid on her.

“love the energy, but i’m far too tired to match it.” gekko spoke, leaning his head slightly towards you. his voice was much softer and quieter than their’s. it was a sharp contrast to the loud, chirpy voices of those around you.

“couldn’t agree more.” you grumbled.

as much as you loved your friends, you were happy to have them split off into their own directions once you were back at base. gekko was the only one to follow.

he padded toward your door and gently held it open for you. he watched you walk in, but hesitated another moment before speaking.

“could i come in? i know we’re both tired, i just don’t think i’m ready to sleep yet, yknow?”

you nodded and smiled. gekko always had a weird way of matching your emotional state, purposefully or not. absently kicking away a t-shirt that had ended up on your floor, you apologized for the state that your room was in and invited him in.

you proceeded to hit the mattress, and you were out like a light.

“thank you,” he spoke, words falling on deaf ears. his eyes scanned your room. he took in the decorations, noting how such small things were marked by traces of your hobbies or personality. “i just need to be around ‘calm’ for a while before i knock out, is all.”

he sat on the edge of your bed. he didn’t notice the fact that you were asleep. he continued to mutter to himself for another moment, before finally turning to see your reaction.

“well,” he spoke one last time. “that would explain the silence.”

still, he didn’t leave. he felt creepy. as though he was spying on you in some weird way. but you had invited him in, right? so there wasn’t something morally off about it, he assured himself.

he would like to deny the warmth that spread in his chest as he observed you, but that would make him a liar. while the thoughts were always in the back of his mind, he never truly got the chance to fully take you in. every curve and every feature of your face, the slight pinch in your brows as you slept, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. it took him a while to realize the other thing he was seeing.

“isn’t falling asleep with makeup on bad for your skin? or your pillows or something.” he whispered softly to himself.

as he did, he slowly got up from where he sat on edge of your bed. a quick glance around your room offered him nothing, but he didn’t want to turn on your light and wake you. you looked so peaceful, after all.

quietly, gekko walked toward your bathroom. after trying for a miserable ten minutes to figure out which washcloth in your bathroom was the softest, he finally settled on one. he stepped towards your sink to dampen it, where his eyes caught a sleeve with the words “makeup removing wipes” printed on the side.

yeah, that seemed like a better idea than his.

makeup wipes in tow, he finally returned to your sleeping form. slowly, as if it would make a difference, he turned on your lamp. he froze as if to make sure you were still asleep.

he pulled one wipe from the package, gently rubbing at your skin. after a second, he pulled back and checked the wipe. he was doing this correctly… wasn’t he?

how often were you supposed to change wipes? or was it just one for the whole face? how hard was too hard to rub? how expensive were these wipes, anyway? how does he know when your face is clean? would the liquid that dampened the wipe hurt if it got in your eyes?

oh well. he could try his best, at least.

he discarded the dirty wipe in the trashcan near your bed and retrieved a new one. he continued his process of gently rubbing your face, taking extra care around your eyes and making sure he wasn’t pressing down so hard as to irritate your skin.

when he was sure he was done, he closed the container and returned it safely to the bathroom counter.

he came back when he was done. gently setting his weight on the bed, he smoothed down your hair with one hand and smiled at your sleeping form.

“you don’t really need your beauty sleep, but i guess i can let you have your sleep-sleep.” gekko commented after a beat.

he sat up gently as to not disturb you. he clicked off your lamp and shut your door softly behind himself as he left you to rest.

[taegyuun]

jealous jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

request: can u please do a jungwon jealous head canon ?

word count: 0.7k

genre: fluff, protective jungwon lols

warnings: probs swearing

notes: hi everyone! as you know, i haven’t written in a long long long time, and i was originally meant to post something for sunoo (which i’m still planning to) but for some reason this just sparked instant ideas and i really wanted to write it, so here it is. super sorry for my absence and i hope you enjoy!

alrighty

honestly speaking, i don’t think jungwon would get jealous very often, he’s the leader of enhypen and understands that everyone is their own person and he understands your character and personality

so he doesn’t really ever feel jealousy because he understands you and isn’t insecure about your guys’ relationship

however, he gets incredibly protective

i’m not sure why but i just imagine him as someone who is naturally almost idk possessive

like not in a harmful and negative way

but in a way of, “i love you so much and i care for you so deeply i’d risk my life for you”

but whenever he does get jealous, its like kinda a big deal

like he doesn't get jealous for some willy nilly reasons, he's mature yknow

so when he does get upset, i’d say its quite serious

like lets say you’re at some party together and youre talking to a small group of people but a specific person took a liking to you

not in a malicious way and trying to break you and jungwon up or anything 

they just weren't aware of your relationship status

but yeah anyway, you'd be talking to this person and practically spent the entire night with them, thinking you had made a new friend

obviously jungwon isn't some weirdo who doesn't let you make new friends, but the fact that this person was practically drooling over you and hadn't left your side for longer than 10 minutes irked him just slightly 

what annoyed him a tad more was that you didn’t seem to notice or at least ignored the fact that the person was all over you

he wasn’t about to blame you for the persons interest in you, but damn, couldn’t the kid just take a damn hint

at one point, he just got bored of seeing them drool over you and realised you hadn’t taken their actions as anything else but being nice and welcoming to you, clearly wanting to make a new friend

yeah wanting to make a new friend my ass 

he’d kinda just rock up to you guys and raise his brow at the other person in a “what are you doing” manner as if the person was acting like an absolute fool and causing second hand embarrassment 

honestly i think he’d be kinda scary when he’s jealous/protective

you notice a new presence next to you and look up, only to notice jungwon

“oh hey baby, i was wondering where you went”

jungwon smiled back in reply and kissed the crown of your head while interlacing your hands together, before making eye contact with the person stood in front of the both of you

the look on their face almost made jungwon laugh out loud as he tried to conceal a snicker 

“oh yeah, i wanted to introduce you to someone-” before you could even get your full sentence out and introduce your brand new friend to jungwon, he cut you off with a firm squeeze of your interlaced hands

“no need darling, we wont need to make any introductions, its our time anyway.”

you didn’t really question him other than raise your brows slightly, but because jungwon rarely acted like this, cold and straight forward with his words, you understood there was something going on and just gently nodded your head

you waved a small bye to the person you had spent most of the night with, with a small smile as you saw them curtly nod your way and head a different direction

“what was that all about won? they were really nice to me all night you know? i thought you would’ve liked them”

“hmm maybe i would if they weren’t trying to go after my s/o”

the surprised look on your face almost made jungwon pull his hand out of yours and facepalm

“how on earth did you not realise that they were flirting with you practically the entire night?”

“i don’t know, i thought they just wanted someone to hang out with” you shrugged your shoulders as jungwon swung an arm around them with a smile and a shake of his head at your nice nature

“why don’t you spend the rest of the night with me then, hmm? i think i deserve some of your time after you left me for them” he’d be pouting while saying all of this, obviously to wind you up, not really minding that you did your own thing

you’d look up at him and roll your eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek and watching his eyes light up even more as if that was possible, and a pale pink blush spread across his cheeks

[eliecasa]

warnings: none!

summary: reader & könig share an ice bath :3 while you mentally list the things you like about him.

wrdcnt: 3K

The metal door creaks loudly and heavily, sounding off in the empty hallway as you step in with your towel hanging on your arm. A big ‘whoosh’ can be heard when the door shuts behind you, keeping you in the freezer like room as well as catching the attention of the only other person in the room. Wide and brown eyes flicker towards you with the swivel of the persons head, delighting you in an instant.

‎‏‏‎

“Hey, König.”

As a reaction, he abruptly sat up out of his slouch, exposing his nude triceps and abdomen while nearly throwing the freezing ice and water out of the metal tub he was sitting in. The wet material of the bottom half of his veil dangles, wet and heavy.

Before you can even pretend to not laugh at him, your teeth come on display with a humored grin as you began walking over to an unoccupied metal tub.

As if he just sat in the freezing water, his chest began to rise and fall a lot quicker than what it usually was. You’d only just got here but he can already feel the heat burning across his chest. Out of all the ways you could’ve have greeted him, why’d you have to say his name like this all the time? In his mind, König thought you wanted him to fawn over you on purpose.

Maybe that honey in your voice was reserved for him only. After all that time of observing you, he came to the conclusion that you spoke to him extra sweetly to trap him. Sure, his shyness puts him on the sidelines when you’re talking with other people around base but at least that lets him see what type of person you are from a distance. He’s done it long enough to become solid with the fact that he feels for you more than just a teammate.

It’s not far-fetched to say that you could’ve been at fault for the way that he stammers and sweats around you but even he knew that it was partly his fault. Nobody told him to be at your beck and call whenever a new mission would come up and definitely nobody told him to sit and make you laugh whenever it was just the two of you at the canteen.

If he knew that your laugh would make him feel the same way that your smile would, he wouldn’t have found you in the first place.

König found himself stuck like a spider that had created his own web of honey.

The loud ruckus of ice dumping into your metal bath snatches him out of his head, bringing him back into the tension of the ice room. “Yknow, I never expected you to be so fit.”

You wolf whistle, taking a moment from your pour to look him over. He nods before shrugging, meeting your eyes before looking at his shorts through the water and ice. “Me neither,” he drly jokes, still somehow making you laugh. Underneath his veil, the corner of his lip fights to stay down despite his feelings. “You’re so cute, König.” You trail off, heading to turn the faucet near your bath.

It wasn’t everyday that you called him cute. At times you’d call him hot, adorable… and on the rarest of days, you’d call him your military husband. That nickname was his favorite. He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the blush that was tightening his cheeks with every passing second. If you kept talking to him, the ice in his bath would melt before you were out of here.

After checking the temperature of the water pouring into your bath, you hum and settle your hands onto your hips, turning to könig with a small frown on your face. “Was your water a bit warm?”

“Cold enough to freeze.”

The bunch of your eyebrows quickly disperse as you smile and began trotting towards him. “W-what are you doing?” He stammers. To show him that you’ll do no harm, you raise your hands and come to a stop at the end of his bath. “Don’t trip, i’m just checking your temp.”

“Why’re you checking mine?”

You only smirk and stick you hand into the water, your hair shields the mischievous grin that stretched across your face. He remains still, trying not to disturb the stillness of the ice as you pull your hand back.

“That’s pretty cold.”

And without warning, your hands come down to tug off the shirt that you wore.

If König could get any stiffer than he already was, he would turn into a statue. Behind his mask, you can see a little bit of the whites of his eyes and the sight made you belly laugh, nearly causing you to fall over as you worked your feet out of your pants. “What’s wrong? You blushing under that thing?”

“I- I… no?” he hunched his shoulders, speechless at the way you meekly slip into his bath, shamelessly sitting on his legs from the other end as he does his best to control his breathing. “Y/N, your water is still—“

“Shh.” you raise a finger, wincing at the freezing cold water. He doesn’t try to argue and instead let you adjust, his fingers clawing at the rough fabric of his shorts as you scoot down, furthering your seating up onto his knees. “Phew, this does not get any easier.”

By now, König’s entire chest was red. Was it because he was holding his breath, was it because of anxiety, or was it because of his lieutenant sitting in his ice bath with him? Either way, he was about to jump out and run down the hallway in his shorts. Tension in his chest builds and builds enough for him to take his arms out of the water and instead rest them on the rim of the bath.

“This isn’t uncomfortable, is it?” you lock eyes with him as you slid down further, going far enough for your knees to come out of the water.

“Why’re you warming mine up, you’re going to melt all of my ice—“

“You don’t wanna share with me?”

“Yes, but—“

“Ah, I knew it. ‘Always wanting me around.” you tease, poking your foot into his belly. Your toe accidentally went directly into one of the chiseled abs that he apparently didn’t even have to work for. Before you can blink, your ankle is tight in his grip and you were unable to settle your feet down again, making your lips part in surprise.

The pair silently stare at each other with nervousness bubbling in their core but nothing happens, making the situation weirder. König doesn’t say anything and instead sighed and let your foot go, even tugging it back down into its original spot. König was a little timid in some areas but his confidence overshadowed it majority of the time. Don’t get him mistaken for some punk with anxiety because he’d only do the exact things everyone would tell him that he couldn’t.

You admired that about him.

A smile peaks at the edge of your lips whilst you settled your wet hands onto your knees. “Theres other ways to show off your strength. No need to get aggressive.”

He shakes his head and bent his neck back, seemingly forcing himself to relax a bit more as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. Admittedly, Lieutenant L/N was awfully stressful today. “I’m off to Mexico today. Would love for you to be there, König.”

Slowly, his head rises to fully look at you, eyes discreetly looking over your form in one quick motion.

“Are you sure you want me out there?”

“Positive. You’re quick on your feet… and I also just like you.”

The ice around you sloshes a little bit as König bristled and scoffed. “Yea right.”

“Sehe ich aus wie ein Lügner?” you dare, sitting up and placing your calloused hands onto his hairy shins, startling him into gripping the silver frame of the tub surrounding the two of you. Your chin comes down in a daring glare as he can only stare back, eyebrows pinched in a false angry expression.

trans: do I look like a liar?

“Setz dich.”

You shake your head, trying him further whilst climbing further. “I don’t take orders from you.”

“It’s best you get away from me,” König hesitates, fixing his posture in hopes of inching away from your bearing form. “If anyone walks in-”

“Oh shush,” you sit on the hardness of his shaped thighs. The air surrounding you swirled with tension and chill. A quiet buzz comes from the ice machine as König watched your palm come to cup his clothed cheek.

He can only stare in awe as a much more gentle look plagued your face. “I just wanted to show you, what I got.”

A jingle sounds off next to his ear as you pull your hand away. He comically tilts his head at the sight of a pendant dangling in front of his hidden face. It was in the shape of a heart and had an overall color of 3 red and white horizontal stripes on the front of it, the flag of austria. A childish grin splits your features as you twist your hand to display the carvings on the back of it.

"Your initials?" He reaches for it, slowly taking it out of your hand. "And yours," you slither back into your original seating, chin daring to dip under the icy water. Your movement cause some of the water to slosh out of the tub but still, König only stares at the gift in awe.

"Why?"

"I did say I like you, right?"

The pair share a look. Y/N was a little confusing sometimes but as in right now, König had no idea what they were thinking. Perhaps you had a change of heart and decided to get sentimental rather than teasing him as you were just mere seconds ago. Or maybe, you were afraid you'd die on this next mission. In his jittering heart, König hopes its not the latter.

"So keep it. Hook it next to your tags."

He watches you with a calculated look before clenching the small silver heart in his calloused palm. Your eyes fail to meet his, the shapes of the melting cubes now too interesting to take you away for a second.

"... So, what do I give you?"

In a snail like fashion, your cheeks round and tighten as a blush burns behind your skin. The feeling reminds you of one of the first memories you had as a child. König gave you that itchy feeling you'd get while laying in the grass and watching the sun disappear behind the horizon. The feeling is vivid enough to make you feel the spikey grass poking into your back as your head turns to watch the black and yellow little bees dance around a dandelion. Bliss was inevitable when it felt like home.

It'd been so many years since you've been back in your country but no matter what-- König made home follow you no matter the trip and no matter the gore you'd face in a mission. You've always face it together.

Behind your cold and wet chest, a heart sighs and smiles. If you had a pen and paper, you'd be able to write a thousand things you like and love about the man that was currently avoiding your gaze. His avoidant behavior was listed at #30, right next to 'The cute way he squints when he sneezes'... #31.

"You could give me a kiss."

"Actual."

"I'm serious, what makes you think I'd joke about that, huh?" You crawl back up his legs and comfortably settle onto his thighs. König lets out a sigh as he brought his hands into the water. They seem to levitate around your waist for a moment until your hands come to settle them right in the comfortable fold of your thigh and hip.

You're close enough to see the dramtic flicker of his eyelids. If he was to have a heartattack, you'd be discharged and investigated immediately. Probably even blamed for murder once they found that white notebook under your pillow. They'd find lines and lines of silly little notes that you did your best to turn into poetry, all in hopes that maybe someday when you and König weren't working-- that you'd read them to him and laugh about how dumb you sounded.

"You... want to kiss...?"

"Just one," you boop his nose through his mask, knowing how much he hates when you do that. He fails to start his usual thrashing though, probably too rattled to even remember what makes him angry and what didn't.

He shook his head and once it again let it fall back. "... My head hurts."

Ice bangs against the metal bin while you tug the wer veil, slowly bringing it up inch my inch until König's gentle face is on full display. The corner of your lip raised once you noticed the small pinch in his eyebrows. Around his small frown, he had brown stubble over his lip and down his jaw. Surely, you'd get the chance to see his full grown beard and maybe even complain about it-- like every couple experiences.

"It's been awhile."

"You saw my face yesterday."

"... It's been awhile," you tease.

Your thumb rubs the small hairs above his lip before dragging down to feel the length of his soft jaw. #14, the way he leans into my hands. A beat of silence passes whilst he watched the way your eyes softened with every second. A gentle look on a face that's so stoneish in the battle field... he thought you were the prettiest thing ever.

"I'm trying to figure out where I wanna kiss you," your brows jump, watching the way he subtly gulps at the sensation of your cold palm reaching up to the short brunete mess of his hair. "If I can only do it once... better choose wisely, huh?"

König raised his chin and looked you over with a small pinch still prominent in his shaggy brows. The look made goosebumps erupt up your spine.

"...Why once?"

You pause, now metting his eyes with an enlightened squint in your eyes. "What was that?"

The attempt to pick on him is once again an exhaust. He locks his jaw and looked down into the water, tapping his fingers against your thighs. It calms him down only the slightest. "König."

Your hand cups his jaw, raising it so that his brown eyes can meet yours. Even on the edge of his jaw, you can feel the heat the bursens his attempt with stoicism. Though his blush was the most prominent evidence of his fluster, there was also the fact that he'd been chewing the inside if his cheek for the entirety of your exchange.

"Can I kiss you?"

He nods with calculation and something tells you that the only reason he had that hard look in his eyes was because of your constant pranking and teasing. The idea was nearly laughable but you fight it and only settle it into a smile. #67, the way he suspects me... even though it's untrusty.

Almost too fast, you dip your head closer before slotting your lips against his. König almost startled but almost like an electric shock, he snaps out of it and kissed you back. He squeezes the softness of your thighs but he quickly corrected himself to move his hands to the end of your thighs, wanting to do all but make you uncomfortable in the slightest.

The moment you catch on, your heart blooms again, butterflies flood your stomach and head straight the the red hive in your chest. Even when you allow more, König could still be a gentleman.

You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, not watching to kill the mood with your stupid emotions. The kiss is sauve and passionate, slow and intimate. His lips swallow yours with every tilt of your head and every pause of your movement. The two of you press against each other impossibly closer once his arms locked themselves behind your back and pushed your half nude form into his.

A gasp nearly escapes but not a single breathe evades him. Your lips lock and your tongue comes to tangle in the swim of your motion. To say that you were impressed by his skill, would be keeping it generous. Perhaps that thing Ghost said about the quiet ones was true.

The kiss lasts for a minute before König had to physically swivel his head to tear away from your lips. Suddenly self aware, you closely watch the way he has to compose himself. "Was that... okay?"

"More than," he instantly answered.

Still shy, you nod and lick your lips before scooting back into that familiar position from the start.

"... You're a pretty good kisser... by the way." The ice hit the metal bin as you shrug, feinging coolness while König did the same. His hands remained hidden beneath the water whilst you fidgeted with your head instead of facing the music of what you'd actually just done. Now what comes next was the discussion of what you two would be after this along with the long talk of how the relationship would work while on active duty. The possibility of König not wanting to take things that far does indeed create a dropping hill within your gut but still, you look forward to the goodness that could happen anyway.

"Thanks."

A soft smile spreads across your heated face before you're pointing to the veil hanging on the edge of the tub. "You may wanna... put that on. Bunch of rookies comin' in soon."

Owlishly, he blinked before a small 'oh' escaped his lips. He instantly reached for the fabric and did as suggested, feeling a sense of relief as he now had the chance to hide the emotions that were easiest to see.

Reason #678, the fact that he can't hide from me, no matter the cloth.

[bluelikebruises]

blue bird cries pt.1 || aegon ii targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen/TargaryenF!Reader summary: the fall out of aegon finding it out you could have been his bride wc: 2.7k tw: aegon targaryen, incest (cause yknow targaryen's) reader is aegon's half sister, unhealthy relationship, angst part two here!

a/n: a bit messy and rushed forgive me. slightly proof read, enjoy :)

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The doors to your chambers burst open. A handmaiden hurriedly rushed in, out of breath and in distress. She stood before you with her eyes glued to the floor. You stood from your chair worriedly approaching her. You had never seen any of the handmaidens shaken up, frazzled occasionally by arguments in court but never visibly shaken.

She was young, she could not have been much older than ten and four. With doe eyes and a round face that was red, covered with tear stains. As she tried to catch her breath her eyes watered, your heart broke for her. You led her towards your tea table, pouring her a cup of water having her sit.

“Now, what is the matter?” you asked. 

Slowly she put the cup down, “Prince Aegon requests your presence’s at once” 

You had heard of Aegon pestering the handmaidens before, you simply assumed he would flirt with them. At least that’s all the Queen-Mother chalked it up to be, you never thought twice about it taking her words at face value. Considering that when you were younger it would drive you mad to see Aegon flirt with the handmaid's while in your presence, it wasn’t until you were older did you realize it was jealousy.

You couldn’t argue the validity of what ‘pestering’ really meant since you and Aegon had long grown apart. Well. . . you grew, further and further away from him. You once had an idea of who Aegon was but you were much younger then and time had proven to change a man. The boy you had spent days attached at the hip doing everything together side by side, was no more than a stranger now. But what could he have done to have the poor girl in front of you in such a state?

Through tears she explained how drunk Aegon had gotten. How he called for three handmaidens and once they were in his chambers he berated them, tossing everything he could all throughout the walls of his chambers. Through his destruction he shouted, rambling about things the handmaidens did not understand. His obscene words were not directed at them but at the subjects of marriage and family.

The handmaiden spoke of how they tried to sooth and appease him but nothing worked. They simply moved out of his way when he tossed whatever was near his reach. And when it seemed he had tired himself out he asked for you. It began as a simple request but when one of the other handmaidens asked if he was sure the shouting began again. The young handmaiden, scared, ran out of the room to find you.

His actions hadn’t surprised you, you had heard of his drunken tantrums from Aemond. The only time you had ever seen him drunk was when Aemond dragged him out of the dinning hall when he showed up tumbling in. That was the first time you realized you had no idea who Aegon had become. You remember looking over to Helaena and feeling pity, the same pity that you felt now for the handmaiden—for having crossed paths with Aegon. 

You stood, telling the Handmaiden to follow you as you walked to Aegon’s chambers. You hadn’t spoken to him in ages, a deliberate choice you had made years before. Sometimes he would whisper something during dinner that no one would hear but you, still you paid him no mind. 

From outside of the corridor to his chambers you could hear loud thrashing. Entering Aegon’s chambers you saw the other handmaidens. They both pleaded with the rash prince, spewing a number of, “Your grace, please”, while they tried to clean everything he was throwing throughout the room. Aegon, clearly drunk, was rambling, it seemed nothing had changed in the young handmaiden’s absence. 

“Princess” the two handmaidens said in unison, bowing. This caught Aegon’s attention who stopped his rambling and stumbled towards you. 

Faced with Aegon pulled at the strings of your heart, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been before him in his chambers. He looked disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, darkness outlined beneath them, his hair greasy and stuck to his face. You swallowed your emotions, understanding you were solely here because he called.

“Leave us” you say, causing the two nameless handmaidens to take their leave. The handmaiden that fetched you turned to leave but you grabbed her hand, “Not you”

“Did you cross the sea to fetch my sister?” Aegon jabbed

Unamused you respond, “Hold your tongue”

“There is no one to offend” he played dumb

“My handmaiden is here” you stated matter-of-factly. You had no intention or need for a handmaiden but seeing her in such a fearful state upset you. 

“Your handmaiden?” he harshly asked

“Yes my handmaiden, it seems you are crueler than I thought little brother” you clasped your hands behind your back, “I should take all your handmaidens, leave you to fend for yourself”

Aegon scoffed, “Take them all I don’t care”. His eyes bore into yours, a glossy haze surrounded them.

Turning to the young girl, you spoke, “You are dismissed, thank you dear” you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, she bowed and left.

Hearing the door close you turned your attention to Aegon. 

“Have you gone mad? Do you not ever bore of terrorizing the servants?” your patience was thin for the drunken disaster your brother had become.

Ignoring your questions he turned to look for something.

“Is it true?” he asked accusingly as he rummaged through the mess on the floor, finding what he was looking for in a glass bottle. 

“Is what true?”, you asked

“Do not play coy with me!” he shouted, stalking towards you. At his proximity you saw the contents of the bottle: wine. 

“I know nothing of what you are accusing me of” you only thought of his words as those of a drunk, a man, a boy with little ambition. There was a time when Aegon’s words meant something, Yet now everything that came out of his mouth was nonsensical, he spoke solely to hear himself speak. 

His eyes were sunken, darker than you remember, “It is not an accusation if it is the truth” he spat

Annoyance crawled up your skin. It appeared when Aegon was drunk he was more of a child then he was sober.

“I am in no mood to play games” 

With his hands held up towards you as if to hold your face he shouted, “You were supposed to be my wife,” his voice wavered. 

You stood frozen, it wasn’t a secret that a year after Aegon’s birth, nearly three name days after yours; Queen Alicent and her father The Hand proposed a marriage between the two of you. The Hand suggested it under the guise of securing the Targaryen lineage, of keeping blood pure. Yet the only blood he cared about was that of his grandson’s who he thought deserved the throne. You were merely a chess piece in his grand game, one he believed he could easily move around. The King, being no fool, spoke to your eldest sister Rhaenyra. Who directly opposed the proposal settling the matter, or so you thought. Now before you stood a drunken—maddened adult Aegon. 

You had opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you.

“You were supposed to be my wife!” he shouted in your face. His threatening demeanor did nothing to frighten you.

“Where did you hear this?”

“What does it matter? It is true, is it not?” 

You paused, “You’re right, it doesn’t matter because you have a lady wife”

“It was supposed to be you,” he began to pace around the room “It was supposed to be you!”

His pacing stopped, “And you knew and told me nothing of the matter” 

After Aegon’s and Helaena’s marriage ceremony, your father had made a small comment on the Queen’s and Hand’s proposal all those years ago. He meant nothing by it, simply commenting how life works. But you felt your stomach drop at the possibility of what you and Aegon could have been, what you should have been. For days there was an anger in your heart, you hated Rhaenyra. Hated that she deprived you of marriage—of love. You grieved for a love that could have been. Days turned into weeks then into months until you fully understood why Rhaenyra rejected the proposal.

You understood that it was all a tactical plan formed by the Hand, who had no interest in seeing Rhaenyra on the throne. You separated yourself entirely from Aegon, his presence always saddened you. You couldn’t bear to be near him, every possibility of a life together flashed before your eyes. His face held every shared emotion, every whisper, every kiss on the cheek and brush of hands. 

It wasn’t like either of you had outright confessed your feelings, but both of you understood there was something neither of your young growing minds could decipher. You had known ever since you were kids that he was engaged to Helaena but it always felt so far away . . . until it wasn’t and you stood congratulating both of them. Smiling as if your heart was not being pulled apart into tatters. You had to commemorate and revere their marriage and in no better fashion could you do that than by plucking Aegon from your life completely.  

Years had solidified the stone wall that stood between the two of you, a wall you built brick by brick. But what were you supposed to do? Continue carrying on as if nothing had changed, when your entire perspective had shifted? You had to accept the truth you had spent your younger years denying, that Aegon was not yours, he could never be yours. He was your sister’s even if he did not want to be. There was no world in which the two of you could be, the only rational solution you came up with was separating yourself from him, from Helaena.

“What would telling you accomplish? I was ten and nine. You were already wed”

“I had a right to know! To have chosen you!”

Anger began to pool around your feet. Of course there was a time you indulged in the idea of being Aegon’s, of being his wife. When you were kids and would wreak havoc all throughout the Red Keep. But time had proved that impossible, the matter was out of your hands, out of your control, long before you ever loved Aegon. Yet he blamed you, as if you were the one who rejected his hand in marriage. As if you were the one that ordered he and Helaena be wed. But it wasn’t just that he pushed blame onto you that angered you, it was his dismissiveness towards his wife. His wife who bore his children, who was your sister—your gentle and kind sister. 

“It would do you well to remember you are married to Helaena. Have some respect, some fucking decency if not for yourself, for her” 

He laughed mockingly, “My lady wife—her sole accomplishment is bearing my children”

At his insult your hand struck him across the face. Instantly you regret it, guilt washed over you as your hand throbbed from impact. Having never hit anyone before you stepped backwards frightened at your own actions, violence was never your forte.

Aegon held his cheek looking at you, before you could even think of what to utter he lunged at you. His hands found themselves around your neck but his grip never tightened. His hands were hot and you could feel your pulse beat against his skin. He held you like his hands were made to adorn your neck. You tried to find a feeling of fear or anxiety within but the only thing you could feel was Aegon’s breath on yours. Fixated by his hands you hadn’t realized how close his face was, his lips only a simple word away. Looking up to meet his eyes, your heart began to beat wildly as if it were trying to escape your body. You both stood stuck, unwilling to move.

A beat passed and you could not let his drunken disrespect towards your sister idly go, he had to know of his insolence. What honor was their in letting a man disrespect his wife in ones presence?

“I love you—” you confessed as his hands began to squeeze, “more than I should but I will not have you disrespect your wife-” his grips tightened, “-our sister in my presence” you clawed at his hands trying to stop him. Your eyes began to water as your last breaths of air were being squeezed out of you. Before you could even beg him to stop—to let you go, his lips were pressed onto yours. 

Shocked and practically melting into his lips, you began to love his hands wrapped around your throat: killing you. He kissed you desperately, his lips were wet mixed with saliva and wine. His teeth clashed onto yours, his tongue ran along the roof of your mouth. Your last shreds of sense screamed at you all at once to get away—get away from Aegon. To separate yourself from his hands, from his lips, from the heat of his body pressed to yours. You began trying to push him away, for a chance of air. Nothing worked, you pushed, shoved and scratched but your limbs began to feel numb. Aegon simply tightened his grip even more, you had to get him off quickly. 

In a last attempt to escape his grasp you bit his bottom lip. Aegon yelped in pain, releasing you bringing his hands to his face as he touched his lip. Coughing you tried to regain your breath, your throat felt like it was on fire. Catching your breath you saw his lip bleeding. But nothing on Aegon’s face suggested he was angry or upset, he simply smiled at the blood on his fingers.

“You would have been the most glorious wife in all of Westeros”

Having had enough of his antics you made your way to the doors of his chambers. You nearly make your escape before Aegon’s hand caught your wrist, pulling you away from the doors and into him. 

“Stop this” you warned, pushing him away. It was wrong you knew but the first moments of his lips on yours made it seem right. His hands wrapped around your throat moments ago, and yet instead of fleeing his chambers out of fear you stood wanting more. 

“Stop this!?” he laughed mocking you, “You abandon me for years and now you want to relinquish yourself of me again”

“I left you to your matrimony! Has your mind shriveled up and died? You married and I honored that!” anger and frustration flooded your body, why couldn’t Aegon be an adult about this. Why couldn't he be rational and sensible as you had been the last couple of years.

He closed the distance between the two of you, “My matrimony is nothing but a sham, and you know it” 

“Sham or not I will continue to uphold your vows even if you will not”

“You will continue to scorn me” 

Upset by his lack of understanding you knew the only way you could get your point across—to get him to understand would be to chastise him. It was the last thing you wanted to do, seeing how his mother and grandfather had done so all his life. But there was nothing else you could do.

Pulling the dagger from your mouth sharpening your words, making sure every word cut into his skin you spoke;

“Scorn you?” you laughed in frustration, “You are nothing but a drunk, a stain on the Targaryen lineage, a misfortune of your name sake, if ever anyone was less worthy of carrying the Targaryen name it would be you”

Aegon flinched after every cut, his eyes watered, his cheeks were flooded with pink, his breaths became uneven. He looked so poetically pathetic, and it was all because of you. Not being able to bear the sight of him any longer you left his chambers. Fleeing the destruction you had caused, the pain you had inflicted, words you could never take back. 

You had crossed the point of no return, through tears you knew you would have to live knowing you had killed any hope of rekindling your relationship with Aegon. Your entire body felt hollow, an empty shell of the girl you once were. You could no longer blame fate for robbing you of love, you weaved your own destruction.

[haitanisbug]

❦ Head Over Heels ❦

Pairing: Poly! Kokonoi x Reader x Inupi

Cw: contains some explicit smut and language. Minors DNI

It’s late out, and the rain is starting to pick up just as you reach the lobby of your building. Work wasn’t supposed to drag out this long tonight, and you sigh in frustration at the incompetence of your co-workers who are to blame for your delay. As you’re riding in the elevator up the penthouse, you’re thinking about your boyfriends who are likely still up, worrying about your late arrival.

You walk through the foyer and kick off your heels into a pile by the elevator. Koko will definitely scold you about that later but you push that to the back of your mind as you think about the much needed warm shower and cuddles from your boyfriends that you’ll soon get. They don’t greet you at the door and you can see they’re not in the living room either. You wondering where in the penthouse they could be when all of a sudden you hear a loud curse and strings of apologies that follow.

“Hajime? Seishu? Are you in here?” Just as you turn the corner of your bedroom into your master bathroom a gasp falls from your lips. Koko is seated on the edge of the bathtub with Inui hovering over him. Koko is bleeding profusely from his head. His lip is busted up and there’s a deep gash on his forehead.

“Sei be more fucking gentle with that thing. Are you purposely trying to make it hurt more?” Koko is glaring at Inui as Inui is pressing a cotton ball to the edge of Koko’s lips.

“Of course not you bastard. Blood is pouring out of you if you haven’t noticed, I need to press hard.”

“Feels like you’re doin it on purpose.” Koko mumbles.

“Yknow what? You’re right Koko, this is punishment for making me worry.” As you get closer to your boyfriends, you see that Inui’s eyelashes are glistening with unshed tears. You sit down next to Koko on the tub and turn his head to face yours.

“Don’t chastise him Hajime.” You murmur. “We hate when you come home like this. Don’t blame Seishu for being worked up, baby.” You place a kiss on Koko’s forehead and gently grab the swab and alcohol out of Inui’s hands. “Why don’t you get the bandages Sei?” Inui leaves the bathroom, hands coming up to rub at the tears that have fallen onto his cheeks. Koko leans over and plops his forehead onto your shoulder, a shudder tears through his chest.

“It was a close one tonight, princess. I couldnt- couldnt tell Sei.” Koko raises his head and looks straight into your eyes. “I wouldn’t have made it out if Ran didn’t show up at the last second. I wouldn’t-” His voice breaks and you gently shush him, hand coming up to trail through his hair.

“It’s okay Koko. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters. You’re here baby.”

“Whatda we do with out you, huh angel?” Koko says. You let out a laugh as Inui walks back into the bathroom. He sits down next to your legs as he hands over the bandages. His head goes to lay on your lap as you start to patch up Koko’s face.

 “Lost. You two would be lost without me. But I don’t plan on ever leaving.”

“Mmm that one was good, give me another Sei!” You’re splayed on the couch over Koko’s lap, while Inui is smooshed as close to Koko’s side as he can get.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth, princess.” Koko absentmindedly mumbles, his eyes are trained on the TV that’s broadcasting news about a Bonten heist that had occurred earlier that evening. You give Koko a half hearted glare and crane your neck to capture the small piece of cake that Inui is feeding you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head at the decedent taste and Inui lets out a laugh.

“Okay well I guess that settles it. Chocolate is by far the best flavor out of the bunch. You only need to bring home the chocolate flavor from now on, baby.” This comment brings Koko’s mind out of its haze as he quickly looks at you and Inui.

“What? No I liked the lemon one.” Koko suddenly says. You and Inui start complaining and whining about Koko’s terrible taste in cake flavor, and Koko scowls at you both.

“You’re lucky I bring home anything for you two anyway. I’m at Bonten meetings all day long, have to deal with Mikey’s ridiculous budget and then I come home to your guys’ needy demands.” The tone of Koko’s voice is harsh but you know he holds no malice when Inui goes to tickle Koko’s shirtless torso and then Koko promptly sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

You giggle at their antics and lay back further into Koko’s chest. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Ythink you’re so cute, being pampered with little cakes and giggling at our expense huh, angel?” Koko says.

“Yup!” you’re holding back another laugh as Koko’s scowl deepens at your response.

“So spoiled.” Inui cuts in. He gives Koko a side eye, “I think it’s been a while since we taught her a lesson, Hajime.”

“You’re absolutely right Sei.” Koko goes to grab at your body as you try to escape the inevitable torturous pleasure your boyfriends are about to shower you in. He flings your body back onto the couch and this time you’re splayed across Inui as he looks down at you. Inui’s tongue peeks out slightly to wet his bottom lip. His voice filled with unadulterated desire as he whispers,

“We’re not done with you yet”

It wasn’t often that the three of you got to spend nights sleeping together. Koko was usually out at night, conducting Bonten business. But this was one of those rare nights when he was home. You were basking in the warmth of the sheets, Koko’s arm slung over your body and Inui cuddled up into your side.

Unfortunately, there were times when sleep didn’t come peacefully. With Koko’s sudden shifting and whimpering, it seemed like tonight was going to be one of those restless nights.

You were a light sleeper and it didn’t take long before you were awake, facing Koko’s distraught figure. He was shivering despite the warmth of your bodies, and you brushed back his hair to see sweat beginning to form against his brow. It was obvious he was having another one of his nightmares. They were few and far between, but when they hit, they hit bad.

“Koko” you whisper, tracing your fingers lightly against his skin, as to not startle him too much. “Koko, wake up.” You’re gently shaking him at this point.

Koko’s shaking gets more intense, and noises of distress fall from his lips. Inui gets up beside you, awakened by the noise. Concern is deep in his eyes, as he reaches over you to help comfort your boyfriend, Koko bolts upright. Choked gasps rip through his chest and tears fall down his face.

“A- Akane.” He rasps.

Your heart sinks as you and Inui share a look. It was one of those dreams, and you know you’ll be up for a while.

“Hajime” Inui whispers, he climbs over you and Koko, so that Koko is squished in between you both. “Hajime, it’s okay. It was a dream, look at me baby, it was just a dream.” Inui pulls Koko’s face towards him and brushes his thumb under Koko’s eyes, catching the stray tears that have fallen. You bring your lips to the back of Koko’s neck and brush kisses up the length of it.

When Koko has nightmares like this, he forgets where he is, and touch is the only way you and Inui have found that grounds Koko and brings him back to reality. Koko turns and slumps his forehead onto your shoulder; you and Inui rub your hands up and down Koko’s back.

“Don’t wanna do it anymore.” He mumbles, “don’t wanna see it all again, don’t wanna see you guys-“ he cuts himself off with another sob and your mind fills in the blanks of his sentences.

Usually, he only has nightmares of Akane and her death. But this time it sounds like you and Inui were included in this brutal illusion, which means Koko’s nightmares are getting worse.

Inui lets out a string of curses. “It’s Mikey and his damn agenda. He’s overworking you, Koko. You need to refuse him-“ you cut Inui’s rant off with a slight shake of your head. Koko’s shivering has gotten more violent at the mention of the gang. You carefully guide Koko down as you lay back on the pillows of your bed. Koko rests on top of your chest and Inui’s arms are slung around the both of you. All three of you are impossibly close, the weight of Inui’s arms are grounding.

“We’ll be here for as long as you’ll have us, Hajime.” Inui whispers into the air. Koko lets out a sigh a nuzzles his face into Inui’s arm. You know that’s all the confirmation you’ll get from Koko, but it’s enough to soothe your heart. He’ll be okay after this. He always is.

All three of you are getting ready for bed. It was a Sunday night, the night that you guys dedicate to spend time to care for each other. After getting out of the bath, you guys are bumping around in the bathroom doing your own individual routines but still trying to stay close.  Inui walks over to you, one of his T-shirts in hand, and pulls it over your naked body. Your back is to the counter and Inui slightly pushes you until you hop up onto it, Inui slots himself between your spread legs.

 Koko has been watching the two of you out of the corner of his eyes, and he walks behind Inupi. He leaves a trail of light kisses on Inupis bare back that draws a shudder from the white-haired man. Inui begins to suck kisses at your neck. Your head falls back against the mirror and a shaky sigh leaves your lips. Koko now pushes into you to get in on the action. He’s on the outside of your left thigh, leaning onto the counter to suck at the opposite side of your neck.

“Too much- haaa” you’re whimpering at this point. The sensation of both your boyfriends attacking your neck sends tremors all the way down to your toes.  You go to lift your arms, your left hand threading into Koko’s hair and your right threading into Inui’s. The kisses continue up your neck, they’re sloppy and wet and they’re both making embarrassing sounds but none of you care. Not when the reactions they pull out of you are so good. Your moaning is shaky now. You tug their heads even closer to you. Inui manages to find the sweet on your neck that makes your head go blank and a loud gasp falls from your lips. Koko backs away and smirks at Inui, Inui is looking right back at him eyes gleaming with pride.

“Please.” you whimper. “Dont stop.. Don't-”

 “shhhh” Inui whispers into your skin, “We've got you, darling. Be patient.”

Koko goes to lift you off the counter and your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom. You're looking over Koko’s shoulder through a lidded gaze as Inui trails behind. His eyes are locked onto yours and there’s a darkness to them, a lust that fills him so deep it almost scares you. You’ve only seen him like this a few times, and you know exactly what it means. As Koko plops you onto the bed, tugging at the shirt Inui just dressed you in, you know it’s going to be a long night.

You and Inupi are trying on a bunch of new designer heels that Koko had surprised you with. You’re in the large closet of the penthouse and Koko is lounging in the chaise lounge in the middle of the room. He’s overlooking some budget document for Bonten, squinting at the small numbers on the paper under the harsh light of the closet. You and Inupi are giggling up a storm in front of the mirror.

 Koko tries for the best of him to concentrate. He’s really has to get this form rechecked and submitted to Mikey by tomorrrow. But the peels of laughter and the sound of heels clacking are definitely distracting him. When he looks up again, he see that Inupi has got one of your hands in his, and he’s leading you into twirl after twirl, until your a dizzy mess and collapse into Inupi’s arms. Koko can’t help but smile at the scene.

You guys don’t often have days of domestic bliss with just the three of you. And seeing the carefree smiles of the two people he loved the most, made Koko’s heart sink in guilt. He knows he’s not the best boyfriend. He knows he’s hardly around. And no matter how many treats, and shoes and wealth he showers you both in, he knows it’ll never amount to his physical presence. Koko sighs in defeat and places the papers next to him on the lounge. Mikey and his stupid ass budget will have to wait.

He gets up and walks to wear you both are admiring each other in the mirror. Koko tugs Inui around and dives forward to give him a hard kiss. When he pulls back, Koko tugs you into his arms and starts peppering your face with tons of kisses. You can’t help but laugh at the ticklish feeling of Koko’s lips all over you. He pulls you both closer to him, and places his head ontop of yours. All three of you are facing the mirror now, and Koko has a serious look on his face.

“I can’t imagine my life without you both.” Koko whispers. Inui squeezes Koko tightly in a hug and you link one of your hands with Koko’s.

“You’re being extra sweet today huh,” you say locking eyes with Koko in the mirror.

“Right, what’s gotten into you? Where’s our irritating boyfriend who lives to tease us?” Inui chimes in.

With both of your taunts, Koko’s demeanor changes instantly. The Bonten Executive aura shining through when he growls “That’s it”. He starts running his fingers up and down your torso, tickling you in revenge. You squeal at the feeling and collapse to the floor, but as Inui reaches down to help you with a laugh, Koko pounces on him. You all end up a pile on the floor , Koko’s fingers attacking any exposed skin he can find on you and Inupi. The both of you are squirming and kicking and cursing Koko, and Koko is laughing loud at the torture he’s inflicting on you.

“Accept my love or accept punishment.” Koko’s smile is manic and you reach up to grasp the back of his neck.

“I’ll accept both” you say, and pull Koko on top of you and Inupi as you give him a searing kiss. Loving Koko is tough you think. His busyness, his teasing and often sadistic nature, and his violent lifestyle all make it a challenge. But being the ones to bring him to his knees, to see him on the floor of your closet, the only ones who get to see Kokonoi Hajime, Bonten executive like this. ‘Yeah’, you think. The challenge is worth it.

[shepscapades]

Yknow, before I was dreading when the actions to dbh au Bdubs’ actions are really gonna hit full force, but it’s incredible how fast my opinion on the matter has changed, because now I would enact them myself if I could. Like wow the amount of shit dbh au Etho had taken from him thus far must’ve been absurd, and just one page of Bdubs’ reaction to him bleeding out on the floor was able to convey just how lowly he thought of Etho so quickly and effectively. I am so impressed at your skills and also so enraged at a fictional character from an au you created at the same time.

AROGUGUHHH yeah it’s funny to see people start to realize where exactly bdubs stands in all of this— I do want to clarify, bdubs certainly wasn’t ever abusive or horrible to etho. It’s more of a stubborn, “i don’t need you,” cold-shoulder type of deal; bdubs usually only trusts etho with repetitive or monotonous tasks… no redstone without supervision, and definitely no building.

Considering their relationship/where they stand “currently” (the comic where etho accidentally attempted interfacing with bdubs’ hand) and the fact that etho deviated to protect him, I do think it really goes to show that it probably took a while for etho to see what bdubs is Really Like (bubbly, cheerful, loud, playful), only getting those glimpses when he saw how bdubs interacted with Others and the way he behaved when he didn’t have to …. Uh…. “Babysit”? His android. And yet, despite never getting to experience that side of bdubs directed at himself… etho broke his own programming in a panic to keep bdubs from harm :-) yeah I’m super normal about this i swear

I’m glad the complication of their relationship and bdubs’ er… cold feelings and misplaced concern come across well in the comics though! <3

[liyawritesss]

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Characters: Peter Parker, Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: General headcanons for the main protagonists of Insomniac’s Spider Man 2 on PS5.

Warnings: probs some cursing somewhere, and ofc spoilers for the spiderman 2 game! You’ve been warned!!!

A/N: This game is definitely up there as one of the best games I’ve seen/played in 2023, so it wouldn’t be right for me to go into 2024 and still not have much written for it; so I’m correcting that! Take this as a spoiler for those who have not finished playing the game/watching a full gameplay of it to the end.

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Peter Parker

Oh poor Peter, he’s just got so much going on. With Aunt May and the house, him tryna find a stable job, his relationship with MJ, and now prioritizing his friendship with Harry, he’s being pulled in so many different directions it’s honestly dizzying!

There’s so much going on in his life that I wouldn’t be too surprised if he developed some anxiety around it. Like we know Peter for being this quirky, goofy kid who’s got hella jokes and can rock your ass in a science test, but when he’s alone, the turbulence of his life gets to him a little. And it’s not like he can let anyone really know - he’s Spiderman for crying out loud! If he goes down, who knows how the rest will take it.

And of course the Venom Symbiote doesn't make things any better - Pete’s whole acting like an ass thing wasn’t intentional by no means necessary, but I think that would also play into his anxiety as well. He doesn’t want to ever hurt his friends the way he did with that symbiote in him - they’re the last thing he has.

On a completely not depressing note, I feel like having the house to himself gives Peter the opportunity to really figure out his own aesthetic. Sure, he’s the cute nerdy heartthrob guy, but he wants to expand himself! I feel like he wouldn’t be into the super modern high tech home decor that’s been sweeping through every interior designers palette - I see him as a mix of warm country house vibes (courtesy of Aunt May), with a hint of the technological advantages that he’d implement into certain appliances and spaces (*coughcough* at home lab *coughcough*) and a finishing touch of midcentury modern for a pop of color….it won’t stop him from being a bit of a slob though unfortunately.

Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson

If i were her I’d be one critique away from giving Mr. J.J.Jameson a taste of his own desk, because oh my god the self-centeredness he possesses makes me want to vomit. But it’s a good thing I’m not, and our darling redhead angel has enough patience to deal with him for the sake of a bag - I applaud her for that.

I know a lot of people don’t like the MJ segments in the game but i actually appreciate them! Shows that she’s not just a pretty face that Pete falls in love with you know? And I like to think she actually likes the moments she gets to take down the Hunters because it makes her feel like a badass - which she totally is!

As a destresser from being a prime member of the Spider Team (yes, I’m claiming them as the Spider Team since Spider Squad is already taken) and her journalism job, I’d like to think she’s into something so niche like jewelry making - specifically little charm bracelets that she gifts to the others. Yknow, on some ‘friendship lasts forever’ type shit.

Also in her freetime she has writing projects on the side that she wouldn’t consider viable enough to send in as a story, but just fun little stories she’ll write for the hell of it. There’s nothing too specific about them, but they also serve as a way to track how her writing is progressing, and she’s in a group of beta readers of sorts that give her feedback on how much better she’s getting.

Another poor boy that just has way too much on his hands, good lord. Granted, I never saw the hype around Harry, but I think after this adaptation of him I might be warming up to him a little bit.

Harry Osborn

Getting on the bandwagon of adopting new hobbies, I see Harry as getting into drawing, especially during the period in which he doesn’t have the suit. Since his health is deteriorating and he isn’t able to be as mobile as he would like, he needs something to keep his mind and hands busy. And drawing does the trick for him. He starts off with just basic drawings like items in his room, but he advances very quickly and starts drawing portraits of himself and MJ, who spends a lot of time taking care of him. He symbalso sketches a picture of him and Peter when they were in highschool over and over again, especially when he runs out of muses.

Harry also spends a lot of his time thinking. Thinking about his life thus far, his friends, the legacy he wants to leave behind. He doesn’t just want his last name attached to something to make it great - he wants to earn his keep and his place in society. It was the whole reason he started the Emily-May Foundation; it would have been his mark on the world, and yet, here he was, tied down to his bed once again. Then again, who knows if the symbiote would have done the same to himself, had he let his own convictions get too far?

Considering what happens at the end of the game, though, I suppose we won’t ever know…until the next installment that is.

Miles Morales

Why are there so many poor boys in this game? Like I got enough sympathy to go around but Jesus save these guys!!!

He is a HEAVY romantic, especially when it comes to Hailey (so so SO happy he got his girl in the end was rooting for them so hard in his game). He plans their dates according to the mode and vibe of the day, whatever the two are feeling, whatever is mentioned in fleeting conversations, etc. He’s in love and proud of it!

He’s getting better at dividing up the attention to the important people in his life, as well as school and his Spiderman duties. Sundays are for him and his mom to lounge in their pajamas and catch up with each other on the weeks events; he hangs with Ganke throughout the week and sometimes goes out with him to science expo’s every now and then. He’ll pop up on Hailey whenever she’s in the neighborhood and just sits and chills with her (and if she’s working on a street piece, even better! He’s her no. 1 supporter!)

He, Peter and Ganke get into rubix cubes competitions to see who can complete the rubix cube the fastest. Right now Ganke is ranked number one and Peter and Miles are tied for second place, but they’re getting another, more difficult cube to compete again soon.

He’s got a big heart, and knowing the effects of everything that’s happened with Harry, Miles makes it a point to check in with Peter every now and then. He’s lowkey worried that if the older Spiderman’s worry for his best friend doesn’t do him in, then somehow the effects of the Venom symbiote on Peter’s psyche will turn him cold again, and that doesn’t end well at all. He does this well with MJ, and they talk frequently on how they can be better support for Pete and Harry in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.

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[silverefflux]

Sova Loves You But…

Let’s try to ruin Mr. Wholesome’s facade. If you’re still simping, then you really are down bad.

He is blunt (he isn’t mean to you, tho sometimes it might come off as that)

Like he will tell you the outfit doesn’t flatter you if it really doesn’t

He will expect you to cook. (He can cook, but he thinks you should too.)

Okay, fine, he can cook 40% of the time, but he wants the 60% to be you. If you don’t cook, it’s ok he won’t be mad, but he will teach you. Because he expects you to cook.

He is a backseat driver towards you. Perhaps the one con of him being super protective. If you tell to him to shut up while you drive, oh boi the way he just clings to the grab handle, it’s just as offensive LMAOOO

And speaking of protectiveness, he sounds mad when he’s worried about you (sorry, softies)

Like that one time you called him to say your car broke down and you didn’t know where you were. He started yelling on the phone, asking where you were and what happened. You told him later that he scared you when he did that, but he’d swear he wasn’t angry…while sounding mad as he explains. Yeah he’s like that when asserting something too. Maybe it’s the accent? Guess that’s just how he talks. Otherwise, a calm marshmallow. (He’ll be soooo sad if he ever makes you cry.)

He will try to help, even if he doesn’t know how. Acts of service is his main love language. Please don’t laugh if he fucks shit up, no matter how funny. You will hurt this boy’s feelings.

Not letting him pay the bill on a date (or even splitting) might mildly offend him because “he can pay” and you are “not friends”. This one would take some adjusting if you’re independent.

As gorgeous his skin and hair is, he’s one of those just-shampoo-and-soap typa guys.

Cut him some slack there. In his cadet days, their drill sergeant would count from 1 to 20, and he and his batchmates should’ve finished showering by then. He’ll gladly learn if you teach him good skincare and stuff though.

Of all the drunk personalities, he’s the loud drunk. The type to talk and sing in 100 decibels of Russian (no, he can’t sing). You probably won’t see this side of him often though since it’ll take a lot to get him drunk + he’s more careful now that he’s older.

He’s like a young Brimstone in the making, which is maybe why he treats Sova like a son. They’re both bachelors of (military?) science, major in leadership and minor in crackhead

All that aside, indisputably husband material. If you like a guy who’s utterly selfless, unproblematic, patient, affectionate, family-oriented, loyal af, a clear communicator in and out of missions, has a slapstick type of humor, and is the type to roll with whatever it is you need in…yknow…then this guy’s your cup of tea.

I wrote this because there’s something endearing about these “flaws” that I find some couples argue about (the silly ones ofc, not the toxic shit).

Leave a like if you’re still down bad. I know I still am LMAO

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hehe matchup time! Can I get a yandere mtmte matchup?

Decepticon matchup please. Any gender for the matchup, I don’t have a preference!

They/them pronouns. I’m also autistic but I understand if that’s too difficult to write

Likes: SPACE(I love the stars and all the different planets), art(anything from poems to sculpting to painting), archery 🏹, nature walks

Dislikes: the dark(stupid but yknow lol-), bullies and close-minded people, liars, thunderstorms and the cold

I’m known as an approachable and kind person by most. I’m pretty easy going and not one to plan ahead. I try to think positively most of the time and act as a mediator in most conflicts.

If I’m not trying to see both points of views then I’m pretty much set one side. It doesn’t happen much but if I think the persons a jerk then I will attack- lmao-

I try not to be bothered most of the time, often keeping most of my issues to myself. It’s pretty common that I bottle all of my problems until I have HUGE breakdowns. But like whatever.

I’ve had someone describe me as a golden retriever before. And tell me that I have a saviour complex so do what you will with that information.

Thank you 🙏 take ur time!

Ima be real, I'm gonna take MTMTE off of my list because I pretty much forgot all about it lol. Sorry I did my best lol

Yandere Deathsaurus X Reader

You adored space, so when you got the opportunity to go to space on an exploration mission you took it. You were so happy it was a solo mission, as socialization is sometimes difficult. Being able to relax and be yourself without the pressure of having to appeal to someone else’s standards was a dream.

Unfortunately, a huge meteor shower caused your ship to crash land into a habitable planet. Thankfully you’re pretty capable at surviving- you quickly make a shelter, find food, and anything else you’d need to survive. 

What you didn’t account for, however, was a crew of decepticons to be on the planet. When you came across a decepticon, you tried to talk your way out of it. After all of that, the decepticon still took you to his “boss”- Deathsaurus. 

Deathsaurus was at first uninterested in someone who seemed insignificant. Soon enough, he was enthralled by your odd mannerisms.The way you looked around, avoiding eye contact, to the way you gently flapped your hands when nervous.

Of course, because of his mild interest, he decided to make let you join his crew. He trusted his crew not to harm you under his orders, and he even gave you a personal room. Yes, it was an old closet, but it’s the perfect size for a tiny being such as yourself. 

As much as you wanted to, there wasn’t really a good way to contact your exploration company. Anytime you thought of a good way to get a message out or even escape while on another planet, you’d get caught. 

Eventually Deathsaurus’ patience wore thin, and he had no choice but to lock you in your room. It wasn’t until the lights went out that he learned your fear.

You banged on your door, begging to be let out. Your cries were loud and Deathsaurus immediately opened the door and scooped you up. “What’s wrong, are you injured?”

The way you clung to his huge hand was adorable to him. You trembled with fear and cried. “Dark” Was the one word you could mutter. From that day, he made sure you always had back up lights.

Soon enough you got used to the crew, even making quite a few friends. It was your unofficial job to break up fights and settle arguments. Since it was a big crew, it felt like a full time job. 

He always found it amusing how such a tiny being could argue with a being fifty times their size without worry. If there was one thing he admired about you, it was how you always stood up for others.

Since you got along well with the crew, Deathsaurus began to fall for you. You being a human didn’t bother him much- your soul was what mattered to him. He’d often carry you around on his shoulders, and grows angry if anyone misgenders you- even if it doesn’t matter that much to you. Anything about you, he will defend to the ends of the universe. Anything you want, you’ll have- you love space? You’ll see all of it. If he could, he’d catch a star and give it to you. 

Since you’re an artist, you’ll have nothing but the best supplies. It doesn’t matter how much, he has plenty of money to spend on your hobbies. Any art you make will be pinned up for everyone to see- how could he not when you made it? 

Anything  you want-clothes, precious gems, books, a whole planet? It’s all yours. It doesn’t matter if it’s “unobtainable”, he’ll find a way.

Just…don’t try and run. He hates it when you do. He can be very forgiving, but if you push him too far he knows your fears. You don’t want to be locked in your room again, do you? He’d hate to have to turn out the lights again. 

One day, he took you to a lovely planet that had a pretty star system. He had you on his thigh, letting you eat from a basket you’d brought. Deathsaurus dropped a necklace into your lap. You gently picked it up, looking at it. It was the solar system you were currently in, carefully crafted into a necklace. 

“Do you like it? I picked it out just for you, little star.”

He’s been so kind to you so far…how can you say no? After all, you’ve always been a people pleaser.