#i am on a roll i guess xD

[mitamicah]

Ah yes; plant yoghurt 😏

[kuiinncedes]

nervous thinking abt actually being director in august now alshfhdjebdfjdh 😳

[youryanderedaddy]

yan prison guard who hates u but low-key wants to f??

YES?!

tw: female reader, hinted non-con, period cramps, physical neglect, abuse of power, hinted blood play, reader is hinted to be a criminal, starts flirty but ends dead dovey xD My Ko - fi <3

"Shit." You mumble, your back softly resting against the cold wall. You reach for the nearest utenstil on the ground - all metal now, since you broke one too many nice porcelain plates - and throw it against the bars with little consideration to the vomit inducing "food" still left inside. The yellow sauce splashes all over the floor, and you look up, not even bothering to hide your smug expression.

"I could make you lick that up, you know." Darcy states, adding little emotion to his already monotone voice - his eyes glued to the book in his lap and all the tiny little words in it, perfectly pristine fresh ink in the stuffy air. His gloved hands are digging into the paper, almost crumpling it, and you now know that his pale hands are simply incapable of holding anything gently - even the things he actually likes.

"Will you?" You tease, but the warning bells at the back of your mind go off nonetheless, seemingly in spite of your best attempts to come off as playful and not desperate. He rarely jokes around - not exactly the fun type. "I'll decide after I finish this page." Your warden chuckles humorlessly. "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline." He starts reading aloud, licking his cold lips. "So be earnest..." You can feel his gaze on you, caging you in like a wild animal. "And repent." He finally closes the book. "Revelation 3:19." The blonde repeats quietly, turning his attention back to you - and you realise calling out was a mistake, but now it's too late. He's got you in his clutches.

"My stomach hurts. Tell me, Father Allmighty, is this devine punishment too?" You spit out sarcastically, hugging your knees in order to numb the pain a bit. "Or am I simply on my period?" It's your turn to giggle, although it hurts to do so - anything to mask the unease tugging at your vocal cords every time you're faced with that demon.

His eyes narrow in response, and his fingers circle his nose bridge as he scoffs at you, annoyance quickly spreading across his irritatingly handsome, yet equally sharp features.

"Your voice makes my head throb. Stop it." The guard barks, voice dropping low in warning. Still, you decide to push your luck due to pure and simple physical need. "But it hurts." You let yourself whine, slowly revealing your collarbone - and silently hoping that just this once the sweat will look like glitter. "I don't care." He hisses, picking his book again.

You roll your eyes.

"Alright. Sure. But you'll be the one cleaning the bloody sheets after." You mutter under your breath, crossing your hands. You're not sure what's more frustrating - the way your stomach is trying to eat itself or having to appease a narcissistic maniac with too much power and free time through it. Somewhere in the part of your brain still capable of rational thought you realize you should be provided with basic hygiene products just like all the other female prisoners. What makes you different, you guess, is the fact that you're kept under lock and key almost extensively. Solitary confinement 24 hours a day, except for Darcy.

He brings you food. He helps you bathe - if you've been good enough. He's the only one who knows if you're dead or alive. Hell, he may be the only one who even cares.

"I'm sure cleaning up your mess will be quite exciting." The blonde cracks a tiny, self evident smile only he knows the meaning of - and you would have frowned in disgust if you could still feel that lovely human emotion. "Admit it, you actually like the thought of me bleeding, you little freak." You scrunch your nose at him, then look back to the floor, the filth so thick it almost sticks to your slightly less dirty shoes. "Takes one to know one." Darcy responds nonchalantly, running his hand through his slick white locks.

At that moment the cramps return in full force, your lower abdomen on fire with sharp stabbing pain. You remember some fragmentary tips from your scrappy teen years - you close your eyes and breath in deeply, you bite the inside of your cheek - you even pray to whoever is listening, but it just won't stop. So you bargain.

"You can have it." You say with difficulty, folded in half. Hot tears prick your eyes and you try to fight them, but soon give into the agony. It's such a relief to cry after months of resilience - to break down completely and let your most vulnerable self out.

The warden takes a single steps towards the bars and motions for you to move closer. You crawl to him, your hand supporting your lower belly in the process. He takes a good look at you and slowly, almost gently caresses your face through the metal - eyes suddenly softened by the image of you dancing in the palm of his hand.

If it was anyone else he'd be simply repulsed by this clear display of weakness. If it was another prisoner, another hardened criminal, he'd have no problem following his own principles of zero tolerance - of crushing and breaking their spirit until nothing was left. But it was you and your beatiful, stipid tears that mesmerized him to no end, that haunted his dreams and turned his bloodlust into something a lot more sinister. Something harder to capture, harder to fight - and easier to give into.

"You can have it." You repeated tearfully, rubbing at your soft wet eyelids - completely still. Scared of your own flesh and its betrayal. "My mind, my body, anything. Just please give me some pills. I can't take it." You whimper pitifully, shaking under his watchful eyes. He's holding onto your cheek, but you feel like he's got you in a suffocating embrace. And then just when you're about to kneel down, he unlocks the door to your cell.

"I've been taking your brain apart for months now." Darcy whispers softly, taking off one of his gloves and letting it drop to the floor. He takes another step towards your cowering form. "Your body, on the other hand, is a white canvas." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze - and the pain fades away instantly, replaced by raw, intense fear. "I wonder what your insides look like. Surely, they're beatiful."

You feel his lips on your neck, followed by the tip of a knife - a butterfly kiss.

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Ok, I’m a little confused on how to word this request so bear with me.

Would you be willing to write a short fic about Astarion and The Main Character, sharing a tent at camp because relationship, and the main character giving Astarion a massage because he got hurt in battle, but Astarion starts moaning too loud on purpose, and making the other people at the camp think they are having sex?

I realize how weird and specific this is, but I love the idea of Astarion being an absolute Ham, and making the others uncomfortable XD

(Bonus points if the Main Character plays along)

LOL. Yes, I am willing. CW: Actually not many? Allusions to sex I guess? Maye spoilers to be safe? Brief mention of sadboy back story? This is honestly pretty tame.

~

Astarion wasn't against adventuring. If anything he was a fan, especially when comparing it to his old life. But he was only a fan when it was him doing the bloodshed, not when he was the one being knocked around into walls by massive ogres.

It hadn't been the worst pain he'd ever felt, far from it. But it had been fairly intense. Intense enough for it to take multiple tries for him to get back on his feet. And to have you fawning over him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked as the two of you entered the tent hours later, still hovering behind him, "Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm fine darling," Astarion sighed as he plopped down onto his bedroll, exhausted beyond belief, "Nothing that a good night's sleep can't fix."

The healing from Shadowheart had done wonders, even if his muscles were still screaming at him. He was sore yes, but it really was nothing dire. But that wouldn't stop you from fretting, a fact that Astarion was a fan of.

It was no secret that he liked it when you agonized over his well-being. At first he had been a bit offended at your constant worry, taking it as a lack of belief that he could take care of himself. But then he realized you just... cared. About him of all people. Deeply and intimately, in a way that Astarion had never known, but one he could certainly get used to.

"Want me to have a look?" You asked as you sat next to him, your hands already helping to do the work of taking his armor off, "Maybe a massage?"

"That would be perfect," Astarion sighed, more than happy to let you pamper him. He had been hoping that you would ask that. You did have talented hands, "Thank you darling."

After he was divested of his armor you had him lay on his stomach, his back bare as you straddled his legs. Then you got to work, kneading his sore flesh like a pro. Astarion could feel the tension seeping out of his muscles. You really were so good at this, just one more perk of accidently falling in love with you.

He was moaning before he even knew the sounds were out of his mouth. But he didn't give it much thought, not when he knew you didn't mind. If anything you liked hearing him feel so content, even if he could get a little loud.

"Tch."

Astarion blinked his eyes open at the sound. Was... was that a scoff he heard? Astarion strained his ears, listening out of curiosity as you worked wonders on his back. That was one benefit of being a spawn and elf hybrid, he had vastly superior hearing abilities.

"It's happening again," That was definitely Lae'Zel's voice, the gravely cadence instantly recognizable.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad!" He heard Halsin say quietly, only to be met by collective groaning, "Whiners, the lot of you. I would have expected better from you Karlach."

"All I'm saying is that they could pitch their tent a bit farther away, that's all!" She laughed back at him, "Can't a girl be a little jealous?"

"Or a little annoyed," Shadowheart grumbled.

"Or a lot," Gale agreed, grumbling in that very specific way that made Astarion want to slap the frown off of his face.

Astarion rolled his eyes, finding himself to be a bit annoyed as well. While it was true that the two of you could get... excited, you weren't that bad. And Astarion had made it a point to sneak you far away from camp when he really wanted to have his way with you. What more could they ask for? It just felt like envy at this point, an envy that Astarion was petty enough to resent.

"All I'm saying is if I lose one more wink of sleep because of those two, they're getting a piece of my mind," Gale continued, "I'm sure we all can agree on that."

Oh. Well in that case...

"You're so good at this my sweet," Astarion moaned loudly as you worked over a hard knot in his back, "The best I've ever had."

He could hear more groaning from the peanut gallery, but better yet he could hear the smile in your voice as you quietly answered, "I'm just happy it helps. You're so bruised sweetheart, I'm surprised you're still standing. Your pain tolerance is really something else."

That was unfortunately true, a natural consequence after decades and decades of torture. But at least it served him in his newfound freedom.

"Maybe I just like it when it hurts," Astarion groaned loudly, an obvious lie. Especially to your ears.

It was enough to have your hands pausing on him. You leaned in close, whispering a question in his ear, "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Darling, I'll do anything you want me to do," Astarion murmured, hoping that the ridiculous line would get his point across. And it did, of course it did. No one understood him better than you.

Astarion glanced at you as you leaned back, pleased to see the telling smirk on your face as you got back to work.

"Do you like that baby? Should I go lower?" You asked loudly, biting your lip near the end to keep in a giggle, "Would you like that?"

"Please," Astarion moaned out, only half of the sound faked. You really were just that good at giving massages. And the show you were both putting on was having the desired effect.

"For the love of everything that is holy keep it down!" Gale yelled out into the night, doing nothing more than encouraging Astarion to get even louder, "Perfect darling, right there. Gods, I'm close."

"Mm, flip over. I wanna see your face during," You shot back. Astarion could hear it in your voice, that barely contained laughter. And he wasn't doing much better himself. If anything he was a little surprised the others hadn't caught on yet. Maybe even a little offended. The dirty talk you had together wasn't this bad, a fact that they would know if they had actually ever heard it.

But before Astarion could belt out his big finale, the flap of your tent was being pulled open, Gale's voice yelling into it, "For the love of Mystra would you two shut up- oh my gods. They aren't even naked!"

That was the end of the façade. The two of you burst out laughing, you falling down to Astarion's side as you erupted into a pair of giggling idiots.

Karlach joined Gale at the door to the tent, her voice cracking halfway through on a laugh, "I told you they were hamming it up! Wyll, you owe me ten silver!"

Gale was already turning back, a pout on his lips as he muttered, "You're both lucky it was fake. We were five seconds away from sending Lae'zel in to shut you up."

"The threats aren't going to help my desire to continue fucking with you in the future," Astarion called after him, wiping amused tears from his eyes as they both stepped away. You turned to face him, still giggling up a storm as Astarion wrapped an arm around your wasit.

He kissed your cheek, still grinning ear to ear, "I think it's safe to say that I feel much, much better now."

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going On Patrol With Optimus

Optimus Prime X Human FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 831

(A/N:) I am totally not going to apologize for the fangirl I will become after this weekend! XD I am so dang excited for Transformers Rise of the Beasts it’s not even funny! I had to write a little doodad for my favorite Autobot/Transformer ever. So this is complete and utter self indulgence! Join me in my indulgence for an alien transforming robot from the planet Cybertron! XD Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Your life had been completely normal and mundane until gigantic robotic aliens from space crashed into your life, literally. Now you were a part of the team, helping in anyway you can against the Decepticons. The Autobots had been skeptical on what you could possibly offer in terms of help, when you finally proved yourself time and time again. You had gained Optimus Prime’s trust and friendship and you couldn’t say that you were mad about that. He quickly became your favorite and you always felt safe in his presence. Every day that passed you grew closer and closer to the prime, until you found yourself spending majority of your day with him.  You found his presence soothing and he felt the same about you.

It had been a long day as the Autobots once again had to fight off several Decepticons. In the middle of the battle you were growing concerned as many of your team were falling injured. Now that the battle was over your body and mind were completely exhausted. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t go to sleep. Giving up you slung the covers off and started to walk around the base. Several soldiers saluted you as you passed by, you saluted them back while mindlessly walking around. Your thoughts kept going back to the large Autobot that you cared so deeply for. You shook your head trying to banish the thoughts when you noticed that your mindless walking brought you to the Transformer side of the base. Even spaced out you found yourself drawn to the large mechanical beings. You spotted a flash of blue and red as Optimus was transforming into his alt mode for a round of patrol. Before the mech could leave you sprinted across the lot, waving franticly for attention. Optimus stopped his tires squealing in protest.

“Can I go,” you asked breathlessly looking expectedly at the soldiers. They shrugged before looking back towards the semi truck. Without a word Optimus popped open the passenger door giving his permission, wordlessly. You didn’t waste time with formalities and just jumped in. The door shut while you buckled yourself in. All was quiet between you and Optimus as the scenery went by and the sound of tires rolling down the road sounded through the cab. 

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” Optimus finally spoke, causing you to jump in your seat. “After the battle today you must be exhausted.”

You sighed tapping at the glass of the window. “I guess I’m too exhausted to sleep. So many of my men were injured today and I guess I am too worried to sleep. I much rather go on a drive with you than just lay there and stare at the ceiling.”

Optimus chuckled, “Happy to help.”

Silence overtook the cab before the radio flicked on. Optimus scanned the channels, going straight to your favorite station. He had the uncanny ability to know when you just needed silence instead of mindless chatter. The music began to soothe you as the scenery passed by. First you began to hum, enjoying the different tunes flowing through the speaker, until your favorite song entered the airwaves. You lost yourself, singing lowly before you were belting out the lyrics, completely forgetting where you were. Music always had a way with helping you forget your troubles and though you liked to sing, you never did in front of others. When the song ended, the radio lowered and you jumped in the seat when Optimus spoke.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he said. 

The compliment made your cheeks flush at the realization on what you just did. You began to realize just how exhausted you were, it was causing your guard to be down. You were relieved it was Optimus and not anyone else that heard you. You couldn’t imagine the Autobot leader ratting you out to the others or teasing you about your impromptu concert.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Staring back out of the window, Optimus raised the volume of the next song playing. An idea suddenly popping in your head and a mischievous smile pulling at your lips. You tapped his dash, gaining the Autobot’s attention.

“It’s your turn this time,” you teased.

The rest of the patrol went smoothly as you and Optimus talked more. With no sight of Deceptions anywhere, Optimus pulled back into base and let you out before transforming. You stared up at the Autobot, a yawn keeping you from saying what you wanted to. He pointed towards the barracks, in a silent but gentle order. You nodded, too tired to even argue. The drive had lulled you and Optimus had soothed all the thoughts that were plaguing you. All it took was his strong presence to make your world right again. As soon as your head hit the pillow you could finally go to sleep and your dreams were filled with a red and blue Autobot that you love dearly.

[totallynotsilversora]

Hey nerds guess who made another thread about Vash's shooting skills during the finale of Trigun Stampede?

This nerd right here!

(( AGAIN! ))

Because Studio Orange has been driving me insane with how great Vash is as a gunman not just cinematically but realistically! I am NOT getting over this for a while my friends.

Of course, if you hadn't watched the finale yet and want to avoid spoilers, just know this post is gonna be filled with them and if you'd like to see my first analysis on Vash the Pro Gunslinger you can check it out here on tumblr and here on twitter before reading through this one!

Speaking of the bird, this post is also on twitter below:

Oh but wait, don't have one? No worries! I've retyped everything below so you don't have to look at the bird app if you don't want to!

All posts mention guns and shooting because otherwise this analysis would not work at all.

NOW LET'S ROLL!

First off, again, I’m going based on what I remembered from shooting air rifles & other research I’ve gained over the years! Second, I’m not an OG Trigun fan, so do take this thread with a grain of salt!

With that, let’s dive into THEE fight scene:

So right off the bat we’re getting Vash’s “smooth criminal” shot! Notice how he’s lining up his body sideways with his pistol vs forward like in the past. That’s exactly how you’re supposed to shoot one handed: feet shoulder width apart and aligned w/ the gun.

Normally you’d want both feet planted on the ground when firing but since Vash HAS to stay on the move to avoid getting hit AND is being a cocky little shit to his brother, he lets himself lean forward to fire and use that kick back to gently guide him into his next step.

Again, you NEVER fight what’s considered natural movement with a gun! You WILL get hurt! If you want to aim properly you NEED to be relaxed and composed. Vash isn’t fighting against the force of his gun, he follows it with the confidence and poise of a dancer on stage.

And speaking of dancing just look at how Vash makes Knives dance over puddles! Vash has impeccable aim yet he deliberately chooses to shoot in areas that could stun or stumble Knives, knowing he could block the shots, and distract him as he goes behind the corner.

Remember how I said lining up sideways is how you shoot properly? Here he’s firing straight forward using the corner as his shield. Had he not been holding a ticking bomb in his hand he would probably rest the gun on his other hand like he normally does on the rock jutting out.

The second he fired his last shot he dips down to reload and LOOK AT THAT!!

He is practicing proper trigger discipline again!!

You do NOT keep your finger on the trigger when loading in order to prevent misfire. That is BASIC SHOOTING SAFETY!!

And he does this throughout the fight!

When he turns away from Knives to make his way to the corner he lets go of the trigger before he turns back around to fire at him!

He can only hold 8 bullets in that gun and he will make each one count!

He can NOT afford to misfire.

Why??

Because that bullet he loaded was going STRAIGHT FOR KNIVES! Vash is NOT messing around! At this angle it looks like he aimed and could’ve hit Knives' NECK which would be super hard to dodge close range. Knives would have to bend backwards like he did here to dodge.

Shout out to everyone at Orange for the incredible work put into Vash and his shooting! There’s so much care into this show I can’t wait to see more!

Bonus: while we’re here, let’s get into Vash’s stellar reloads starting with this one (my absolute favorite) :

Remember how I said Vash was being a cocky little shit to Knives earlier?

Yeah this is it at it’s peak.

Faced forward, standing still til the last second, and very slowly reloading so Knives hears all 8 clicks before flying out the window.

This is just being mean lol XD

It's because we KNOW he can reload fast! The gif below might be faster by half a second but it's still RIDICULOUS compared to the first one:

Hell, he’s put individual bullets in the chamber midair and slammed a container of them in the SAME FLIGHT! MIDAIR!!!

He did NOT have to mess with Knives like that! Dude's flexin' hard.

In any case, I can’t recommend this show enough! The amount of work and detail put into not just Vash’s skills as a marksman but the acting and storytelling - everything is superb!! What an amazing experience!

Thanks again Studio Orange and Nightow! See you again, soon!

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feeling like. ep 60 was such a fantastic arc finale battle ep. and auugh. like so many things. LIKE .

the slow build up of tension over the ep felt really good and perfect, as it escalates from alexandrite being silly and goofy to. gargantuan cyberflesh horror. and how the dice were UNCANNILY perfect for it all. like. the nat 1 vs nat 20 roll for the town and suddenly the entire mood shifts and the stakes are so much realer, and personal. followed up by the nat 20 for the town! followed up by TWO callie crits and her dealing 130 DAMAGE like each turn!!!! like!!!!! AUGH... the. just the beats of it all was soo good and.

tying to that .. the character moments for this ep were so good !!! every character got their moment to shine in the battle. already discussed callie absolutely whomping fucking ass, but of course the smaller moments as well. offering to go and defend calders town. seeing the faewild sky and "i think i needed to leave to become worthy of it" - like and as the culmination of callies arc. from someone who was so scared and running away to. staying, standing, fighting, protecting. AND ITS GOOD.

then of course theres calder. i mean also the . ARC. of the only thing he wanted was not to be overprotected. wanting to be useful - like his brothers, people who had strength and value in the eyes of their people, big enough to defend their town. and he has come all the way here. he changes the tides of the battlefield in the town - and he does it with the attachments of his friends and the love of his family. and like... god. really crystalising his ethos in a way that is foiled so well against gowan. gowan who was too proud to ask for help. vs "i cant do it without you" "but damn does it feel good when your friends have your back" ... !!!! AYYEARGH. like. hes becoming the protector of his home! but maybe now, his home is so much bigger than the ice knife, and hes not fighting alone .... YOU KNOW.

AND SOL!!!!! sol to my knowledge only deals 30 damage this battle but. as a resident sol enjoyer i !!! am VERY MUCH CLAPPING AND CHEERING!! at the deeply supportive role he took on for this fight. like hes the first to get the ice knife away from alexandrite, he gives callie an extra smite, silvery barbs.... ! like the short rest realisation of how different the battle wouldve gone without that silvery barbs is .... ! SO ITS GOOD. and at the end that he was the one to get the final blow on alexandrite and it was for swag is ...

and! that part was obviously a joke! as is the entire "keep em guessing haha alexandrite cant predict what were doing!!!" thing. HOWEVER. relistening to the ezry arc, and their first interaction w alexandrite as we now know her ... i just. REALLY feel like this is the spiritual successor to "were duck team and were messy and were friends and we do everything together and we absolutely suck shit all day long and all night baby". theyre so fucking stupid is the thing. and theyre messy and stupid and constantly saying things that are weird and make no sense and completely and utterly baffling .... and thats DUCK TEAM!!! (theres also a point here where im overreading somewhat. but the part about Keepin em Guessin... one could POSSIBLY argue it interacts in a MAYBE DEEPLY INTERESTIGN WAY with . the idea of the calculated certainty of the AI, the calm and cold prediction of the diviners, and the wild freedom of the peregrines. idk!!! maybe!!! maybe you cld even say that what lies at the heart of duck team is their messiness and outofplaceness and love and care and refusal of the tragedy!!! even!! maybe!! but YEAH. lol random XD ! keep em guessin!)

also the thing that made me write all this which is like. ! the final victory lap scene is just. so wonderfully cathartic, esp with how tense this entire arc has been. its just. fuck yeah we won and all our friends and family are here and safe and riding on mammoths!!! i mean. FUCKING ALBINS BACK!!!! GREGORS HERE AND KICKIN ASS!!! THE MA GOBLIN BRIGADE!!! A WIN. and ... that bit of callie just sitting on the roof playing a guitar as she stares into the fae wild sky is ... its good.. its good..

and all that is maybe. half the reasons why ep 60 is so good. i didnt even get around to talking about the fucking EMILY AXFORD SONG WHICH IVE BEEN PLAYING NONSTOP ALL DAY SO. yeah. so i like this ep i guess

[chiharuhashibira]

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮~

Hello, I wanted to write a fic so bad but I am too lazy to open my laptop. So writing it via my phone without proofreading XD

I will edit any grammatical errors and such when I go on my lappy soon HAHA! So please bear with me~

This fic can be read on its own or after 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑰𝒕? So enjoy~ (and prepare tissues XD)

Note: I am on my lappy now OwO so Imma grammar check while writing haha!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: None ^^

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

(Image isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner)

Don’t exhaust your heart on something that isn’t worth it.

I can still clearly remember the feeling I've felt since Giyu told me those words. And yes, especially on the part where he told me that he thinks that he'll never fall in love again. I'm sure I've also convinced myself that it's time to let him go.

And there, I told him how beautiful the sunset is.

But look at me now; it's been a year since then, and I still haven't found love. You also guessed it right: there are still remnants of love inside of me that sparkle whenever I see Giyu. He's still my best friend. Nothing's changed.

It's just that perhaps I never showed my vulnerability now as much as I did back then. It seems that he didn't mind. Tomioka is still the same man that I've met before.

Not until Sanemi came. We became close to the point that sometimes I'd spend my weekends with him. We're just friends; I know that, but it is also clear to me that Sanemi likes me. He isn't shy about showing it.

However, it's just that I think I've already exhausted my heart on Giyu and can't feel any romance at all with the guy. He's charming; don't get me wrong. He would do the impossible if I told him to. It's not that I'm using Sanemi or something; it's more like I just enjoy the company that he gives me since I'm still healing from everything.

I was busy contemplating when suddenly I noticed the sideways glance that Giyu was giving me. He seems bored, or... annoyed?

"What's with the glare, Giyu?"

"As far as I know, you're with me, but I think it's somewhere far... or, more like, someone far."

Is he referring to Sanemi? Because if he is, he's wrong.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. You know, if you're bored or what, you can go home. I think I can buy my groceries alone."

"Why are you being grumpy all of a sudden? I'm not doing anything."

"Whatever."

I watched as Giyu walked faster, holding his cart. I felt cold in the pit of my stomach, as Giyu was never this grumpy with me before. He got all the patience and sweetness, and now he gets annoyed easily.

With a heavy heart, I jogged towards him, wrapping my arm around his arm. He seems to not mind at all, but he's still ignoring me. I can't bear with it, so then I grabbed a chocolate from the shelf and showed it to him. "Giyuuuu, I want this," I said in a baby voice. I know my best friend can't resist it.

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. I tossed the chocolate on his cart and wrapped my arm around his again. "Why are you so mad? I'm not used to you like that."

"I don't know. Maybe because it seems like I bore you?"

"Who said that?"

"I don't know. Perhaps you can ask Sanemi since you always go out together."

And there, the name popped out of his lips.

"Are you jealous of Sanemi?"

Giyu stopped walking and swatted my arm. "Pfft... Me? Jealous? What are you, my girlfriend? You can go out with him for all I care."

I was so hurt by how he reacted that I ended up standing there, watching as he went on his walk. He noticed it, so then he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow. "Hey?" Giyu asked, wondering why I was just standing there.

I gulped and just turned my back at him, leaving him, despite how he called my name.

"'Pfft, what are you, my girlfriend?' Then don't react that way. Fucker."

Fuming, I threw my bag on the couch and plopped down beside it. I hated the fact that he didn't care. Why doesn't he care? And if he really doesn't, why is he acting like that?

I was so mad and confused that tears started to stream down my cheeks. Never in my life did I expect to get angry at Giyu like this. But then it happened. Just as the decision to try to let go of him happened.

Cutting through my thoughts, I heard my phone ring. My heart skipped a bit. Perhaps Giyu wants to apologise?

So then, I eagerly took out my phone, only to see that it was Sanemi instead, calling me.

"Hello? Sanemi?"

"Hey, how are you—are you crying? Are you alright, Y/N?"

"Oh, sorry, I was watching a drama," I lied. "Uh, how are you?"

"Oh, did I disturb you?"

"Not at all."

"Okay, so I was just wondering if you would like to go out tonight. My treat."

"Sanemi, you're sweet, but I guess I'll turn down the offer for today. I'm quite tired."

"Oh, okay, no prob. But if ever, you can chat with me or anything. Okay?"

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Beep.

I could hear the dismay in Sanemi's voice, but then, what can I do? I feel bad, but I can't even comfort myself right now. I know I'll just make it worse for him.

Everything just hurts, especially whenever I try to look back.

Giyu Tomioka.

We're more than friends, but less than lovers. And now, what are we? Where is he? Why does it feel like he never cared at all?

Did he even care? Because if he does, he should've checked on me right now. But then, here I am... longing for his attention, even if there is someone who would gladly gave me everything.

I don't know. Perhaps it's still Giyu after all. And it'll always be until I'm nothing but a dimming star into the night, with light fading away as I wait for him.

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮

Welcome to my other series? XD It was supposed to be a sequel to my one-shot as mentioned above, but yes, you can read this as it is.

The A/N above was written months ago but now, Imma release this to y'all.

Kinda fond of some modern AU stuff as of the moment xD Soooo, feel free to reblog, comment, and request anything!

Also just a heads up, this will be a short series, perhaps 5 chapters max. Just wanted to write this and let this all out 😅

NOTE TO SELF: Make a landing page for the series 💕

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

[hirukochan]

I’d love to request something if you don’t mind I think your writing would be perfect for an interrogation type dynamic the reader has some type of information that snape needs and he essentially edges, teases and all that good stuff too the reader until they give in.

I don’t know if that’s too much but i absolutely love your work and think you’d transform it in to something soooooo good

Took me a bit - I've written something similar during spy training in Your tears are of no relevance to me and wanted to mix it up a bit - I'm not sure I achieved that but I like it anyway xD.

I hope you like it too!

Ministry Documents

Severus SnapexReader

Words: 3415

Warnings: Um....non-con. Because it's an interrogation (duh)...Dark!Snape, reader has a vagina, edging (duh²), rough sex....yeah, I guess that is it.

Summary: You are the Senior Undersecretary to Minister Scrimgeour and Snape a Death Eater who wants senstive information from you.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard!” You shout and tug at the restraints around your wrists behind your back. You put your entire weight into it, but all it archives is the chair you’re tied to scooting over the ground with a sharp screech that makes the insides of your ears contract.

“And who’s going to stop me?” He laughs, glowering, deep and taunting.

“You always were one nasty piece of shit, Snape!”

“Ohhh noo…the woman I drugged and tied to her chair in her own fucking office is mean to me!” He says in a whiny mock voice. “How will I ever recover?” Snape appears in your line of sight and braces his hands against the backrest of your chair, just above your shoulders. 

He is grinning, bearing his yellow, crooked teeth. An evil glimmer shines in his dark eyes, half obscured by curtains of greasy black hair.

“You won’t get away with this! I am the senior undersecretary to Minister Rufus Scrimgeour! If you think you can just-”

“I repeat my question: Who’s going to stop me? You didn’t even notice the sedative in your tea, sweetheart.” He straightens back up and slowly undoes the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up. “This is how it will go. I will ask you questions and you will answer them. We don’t need to make this ugly - after all we don’t want anybody knowing you’ve betrayed the Ministry, right? How nonsensical to use you for information once and only once.” He shakes his head and moves on to his left sleeve. “If you are a good girl and answer my question I will reward you.”

“And if not?” You scoff. “I won’t talk, Snape! I work directly under the Minister - we are trained for these things!”

“I am certain you think you are trained to withstand interrogation…”

“Go ahead and kill me - don’t waste your time. I won’t talk.”

“That’s what they always say.” Snape hums. He folds his sleeve over one more time and twists his arm. The flickering light from the candles strewn around the room hits his inner underarm and you clench your teeth, glaring at the jet black mark blemishing Snape’s pale skin.

You knew it. You knew it back in school and you knew it when you were just a small, faceless employee keeping track of paperwork at his trial after You-Know-Who’s fall.

Severus Snape is a Death Eater.

You don’t care for Dumbledore’s talks of repentance and character growth or whatever the fuck he said at that trial.

Snape is not a changed man.

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply through your nose, preparing yourself for the torture that is no doubt going to follow.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Be a good girl and tell me where the documents are.”

“I won’t tell you no matter what torture you show up with! You people will fail! You’ll lose because you are hateful, small minded, disgusting terrorists!”

“Torture? Oh sweetheart, He would not have send me here to torture you. I told you. We want to continue using your intel. Nobody will know we ever spoke.” He catches a strand of your hair between his fingers, brushing his knuckle over your cheek on purpose. You try to pull away, to escape his touch, but you are only reminded of the ropes digging into your skin. “Mhh..you always were a pretty thing.” He hums and leans down closer. The tips of his hair tickle your face. “And I always did wonder how you’d taste.” You can’t breathe. Your mind is racing. From fear to confusion, to trying to decipher his words back to searching for a way out. 

You scream. It’s late, whatever vile concoction Snape dumped into your tea it made you fall asleep at your desk and since the workload recently has been insane it’s not the first time that happens to you so your assistant would not suspect anything of it.

Snape just chuckles. 

“Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come to save you either. Where are the documents?”

You don’t respond. You’re fighting tears and the bitter taste in your mouth that comes from considering to just give Snape the documents and save your own skin.

You could.

Nobody would know.

No. No you won’t. This is bigger than you. This is about the kind of world you’ll be living in in the future and you don’t want to see a world in which You-Know-Who rules!

“I’ll tell you nothing!” Snape looks like he got exactly the answer he was looking for. Like a little child on Christmas morning.

He gips the leg of your chair and pulls it over the floor, turning it to face away from your desk and the door. You let out a surprised shriek.

“I was hoping you’d say that. How boring to just get what I came here without playing a little first, hm?”

“Play-” Your pathetic stuttering is cut short by Snape straddling your thighs. His weight is crushing, his proximity uncomfortable. His hand closes around your throat and Snape smashes his lips against yours. You squeak and struggle against him. His grip around your throat tightens. Tears burn in your eyes.

Snape hums, a sound full of dark satisfaction and pleasure. His tongue flicks over your lips and you press them together harder. He spreads his saliva over your lips, slimy and warm. With his free hand he grabs your face and forces your jaw open to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t breathe. Between his hard kiss and pressure on your throat you are trapped in an empty space between living and dying.

“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He coos as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let go of your face. You struggle and try to close your mouth but Snape is entirely unbothered by it or your unintelligible protest. He pulls out a small vial from his robes and unstoppers it with his mouth before pouring its contents into your mouth and pressing his hand over it, pinching your nose at the same time.

“Be a good girl and swallow for daddy, yes?” He says mockingly. You want to scream, but that would only cause the liquid to slip down your throat, but keeping it in your mouth would surely make your body absorb its active ingredients as well, right?

Shit, you were never good in potions, but you know that Snape is a bloody genius.

Your breath runs out. You tear at the restraints but Snape just laughs. Tears run over your cheek. You close your eyes and swallow.

“There you go.” He chuckles and removes his hands. You gasp and greedily fill your lungs with sweet sweet air - so much so you even forget to think about what that stuff was that he made you swallow.

You are not left wondering for long.

Heat grows in your lower abdomen like a wild beast woken from its hibernation by a stupid knight wanting to kill it, thinking in his immeasurable arrogance that he’d have a chance.

“Aww, are we having trouble, sweetheart?” Snape taunts. That evil glimmer in his eyes flares. 

You are fucked.

You know you are fucked, but you are also stubborn. 

You bite your lip and ignore what’s happening to your body. The heat, the burning, undying, deafening need tearing through your cunt with the force of an unforgivable.

Snape laughs again, clearly enjoying the expression of realisation and horror in your eyes.

“So, sweetheart. Be a good girl and I’ll give you precisely what it is you’re craving.”

You shake your head.

“No?” He pouts and somehow even that looks sadistic on his face. He licks his lips, his eyes darting over your body. He snaps his fingers. You scream, but Snape quickly covers your mouth with his hand. 

“None of that.” He says. “How silly. I’ve already told you nobody will hear you. You’ll only piss me off and that should be the last thing you want to do right now. Let’s see…” He scoots backwards on your thighs ever so slightly to have a better look at your body. Your naked body. You groan with the pain of his weight crushing your much smaller form. The wool of his clothes scrapes over your skin and sends shivers and prickles straight to your core.

“Mhhh…what a nice body you’ve kept hidden under these robes.”

“Stop-” You croak, staring at him through your cloudy eyes. 

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet, but if you tell me where those documents are I will.” You clench your teeth and shake your head. Snape hums thoughtfully. He cups your breast and you give a small jerk, more at the tingling sensation of his touch, than your horror at him touching you.

A simple touch should not feel so good-

You rip your eyes open and stare at Snape. A pleased expression breaks through the mocking sneer.

“Yes, sweetheart. The potion I gave you enhances all sensations. Pleasure…” He presses his thumb against your nipple, squeezing your breast gently, almost tender. “And pain.” He pinches your nipple and the pain of it explodes in your body and turns to an all consuming inferno of misery and you scream, throwing your head back with the force of it.

As soon as it started it stops. Snape rubs the assaulted nub and makes an apologetic tsk sound.

“If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. If you decide to be a haughty little bitch I will.”

You take deep breaths, each one rattling with fear. You wet your lips and consider Snape’s face. This man is nothing like the greasy, neglected, insecure boy you’d see in the corridors from far away. His mere presence commands respect and deference.

“I can’t tell you.” You whisper. “I’d be fucked if I tell you.”

Snape clicks his tongue. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You won’t be if you don’t.” He doesn’t give you time to process those words. His hand leaves your breast and drops between your legs, spread slightly due to the way he tied your feet to the legs of your chair. 

You can’t press your lips closed fast enough to suppress the utterly pathetic whimper that escapes you as soon as his calloused digit rubs over your clit.

Snape didn’t lie. The potion enhances all sensation.

Within seconds you feel like dying. Snape expertly guides you towards the edge, whispering promises of wonderful pleasure, of highs made up of pure ecstasy and lows made of thundering release. He shows you the way, presents the abyss as though you were a tourist in your own body and he the native.

You cry from horror and pleasure and thrash in your bounds and wish for it to end but also never stop.

You take a step forward, one testing motion, the abyss calls out to you, angels part the clouds and show their heavenly faces and sing their harmonies and you scream because yesyesyes-

Snape yanks you back.

You open your tear-clouded eyes and it takes a second for them to be able to focus on Snape. He is grinning.

“Where are the documents?”

“I hate you.” You pant. He shrugs and closes his lips around his glistening fingers. He hums. “Your cunt tastes even sweeter.”

“You disgust me!”

“Oh keep going, sweetheart. Toss your venom at me like I care.” Snape lets out a grading, cruel chuckle. “Though you might want to put some more heart in it. After all - I am used to people hating me.”

“Is that what this is about? Fuck! Snape, school’s over. Get the fuck over it!” Anger flashes over his face. He grabs your throat and pulls you as close as the bounds allow, causing the ropes to dig into your skin harshly and your shoulders to strain against the unnatural angle.

“The documents.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” He cups your sex roughly, pushing two fingers inside you with no warning and presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He keeps masterfully bringing you as close to the edge as humanly possible. He keeps pushing and pulling, forcing your body to submit to him - all the while watching you with perverse satisfaction. Like he is enjoying making you accept the pleasure he can bring you. Everytime he brings you closer to your orgasm and every time your stupid little brain thinks that maybe, maybe he’ll make you cum this time and every single time he doesn’t.

He raises you up and up and up towards bliss and release and ecstasy and every time he lets go of you and you plummet down into deep dark nothing. 

You shiver and tremble, cry and thrash against the restraints and Snape laughs. Everytime he denies you your release he’ll ask “Where are the documents?” in that soft, almost apologetic tone of voice. And every time you will not tell him, but your resistance shrivels further.

Your biting venom trickles out to a displeased rainfall until it’s a sobbing, heaving, pathetic mess.

You are limp in your restraints. The muscles in your thighs tremble from exertion and your tears have run dry, leaving only the messed up, dark residue of your mascara on your cheeks.

You take a shuddering breath, that is cut short by a sob. Snape is thrusting his fingers lazily into your sore, twitching cunt.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“N-no-” You whimper.

“Is this job worth it? Come one…you are suffering…let me relieve you.”

“I’m- i’m not keeping you- you are-” You bite your lip in hopes it’ll stop you from further embarrassing you.

“But you are.” He says softly and brushes a sweat soaked strand of hair out of your face. “My master would not be very happy with me if I were to return without the documents, hm? I want to help you. I want to let you cum. Be a good girl and I can.”

“No-”

“Such potential. Truly wasted on the Ministry. Does the Minister even know about all the work you put in, hm? Does he even appreciate it?”

“Nnhh- mh- please-” Did you just- 

The corners of Snape’s mouth curl and it breaks through his mask of care of sympathy with ugly self-satisfaction and sadistic gratification.

“Yes?”

“Please- please I need-”

“Where are the documents?”

“No-”

Snape thrusts his fingers harder into you, curling them at the same time and pushing up and he hits that sweet sweet spot with expert skill and you cry out and shake your head, squirming underneath him.

Snape leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against your sweat-soaked temple.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll let you cum all over my cock like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, even the memory charm I’ll use on you won’t be enough to make you forget how hard you came for me.”

“-no…”

“Face it, your colleagues would not fight as hard for you. The Ministry has been doomed to fall and crumble to ashes for a while. We are everywhere, sweetheart. We have already infiltrated the Ministry. We are in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We’re in every position of power that matters. The Ministry will fall, the Minister will die. It’s your choice whether you die with them.”

“Please-”

“I know, I know.” He purrs and strokes your hair. “You need to cum, don’t you? You’ve been doing so well…You’ve been withstanding me beautifully. But you’re tired, aren’t you? Nobody will ever know you’ve told me. Let me make you cum, make it so I can allow you to rest, hm?” You inch towards your orgasm again and Snape stops his torturous attention.

“Behind the painting.” You whimper. Your voice uneven and croaky.

“Behind the painting?” Snape repeats in such an oddly soft and caring voice and you actually believe him that he doesn’t like doing this to you. You nod. He gets up and your legs scream in relief. The chair under you is wet with your arousal and sweat and your thighs are chafed from the friction of Snape moving on top of you.

Snape goes to the painting and taps it a couple of times with his wand. It swings open and reveals a hidden safe. 

“Only you can open it, I assume?” You nod, weak and tired, exhausted and yet painfully on edge. Snape flicks his wand at you and the restraints disappear. He motions for you to come to him. You do, but your legs feel like jelly and protest against movement after being confined for so long.

You place your hand against the safe. It recognises your magic and the internal mechanisms start working, rattling and clicking before the door finally pops open. Snape rummages through it, while you hold onto the file cabinet to not fall.

“Very good.” He says as he flips through a folder. He shrinks it with his wand and stuffs it into his pocket. “What a good girl.” Snape seizes you by your upper arms and you slump against him. He catches your lips in a feral, claiming kiss that you are too tired and weak to either fight - or worse - reciprocate. He turns you both around and slams your back against the wall, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. You can’t wrap your legs around him or hold onto him. His weight against yours is the only thing keeping you pinned to the wall and your mind is too far gone to be afraid of falling.

Snape makes quick work of his belt and even quicker of shoving his cock into you. He groans and slams his hips into yours with brutal force. You squeak and limply put your hands on his shoulders.

“A good girl that has earned herself some cock, what do you say?” He grunts. “Isn’t this much better?”

“Snape-” You moan and drop your head against the wall. You can’t even shudder under the force of your orgasm that finally finally is allowed to take your body over, spreading through your entire being, burning hot like molten lava. 

Snape pounds into you, grunting and groaning and whispering filthy praise and you whimper and whine with what little life you have left in you.

He makes you cum two more times on his cock, but by the second your eyes keep falling shut against your will and your hands slide down from his shoulders, over his chest.

“We’ll get along just grand won’t we, sweetheart? Yes, you might not remember any of this, but I will come back and when you see me it all will come back to you.” His thrusts falter and he pulls out of you, letting you slip down the wall until you’re a trembling, boneless mess to his feet.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back, pumping his cock, his cockehead pressed against your lips. You force your eyes open and look up, meeting the dark, stormy gaze of Snape. He is smirking.

“We’ll have a lot of fun.” He says and then he cums, smearing his cum all over your lips and cheek and then the world goes black.

You wake up in your bed, sitting up straight. You feel weird. Like you had a nightmare you can’t quite remember, but the bad feeling lingers, following you back into the waking world. You run your hands over your face and groan.

Your assistant is right. You are working too much. All this stress isn’t good for you. You still have vacation days left…perhaps you should take them. You never wanted to out of fear of letting down your colleagues but they don’t share that opinion, do they? Why should you work yourself to death while they don’t….

You scribble a note on a piece of parchment and whistle. Your owl flutters into your bedroom. You tie the letter to her leg and she flutters through the window.

You’ve earned a vacation. 

You lie back down, wondering what you did to feel sore? Your knickers feel damp too and you have a weird taste in your mouth.

Maybe you’re coming down with a fever. You always have weirdly erotic dreams when you get sick….yes that must be it.

You close your eyes and let exhaustion and tiredness take you.

[shepherds-of-haven]

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN ALPHA PREVIEW UPDATE [08/25/23]

The Shepherds of Haven alpha preview has been updated here!

Note: This is not the same thing as the public demo, which is available for everyone and covers the first four chapters of the game: the alpha preview is the early access version available to Patrons and testers!

TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 1,008,716 WORDS WITHOUT CODE

WHAT’S NEW:

12,000 words of new content!

The official end of Chapter 8.5! Next month will kick off Chapter 9!

New Commander activity in your day off hub!

New Blade character interlude! Potentially beat him in a sparring bout (though the methods you use will have to be dirty)! For the Blademancers: straddle him?????

Please be sure to read the specific developer notes on Patreon for more info, as well as check the Incomplete Routes Guide linked in the alpha build post if you have questions about how to proceed through the alpha build! 

(Also AAAAAAAAA we broke one million words!!! 🎉❗️😱😭 !!!!!!! I am now officially the author of a 1 million word project... and you are now officially the readers and supporters of a game that's 1 million words long! 🥹 Thank you for being a part of this journey! 💖)

WHAT’S NEXT:

I did start Trouble and Shery's next day off interludes, but couldn't finish them in time to publish this month in any seemly or sensical manner. They will probably roll out next month, along with the start of Chapter 9! A surprise guest is going to be a huge part of the next chapter... I wonder if anyone has guessed who it is yet... XD

I really hope you enjoy! I hope to hear and see your thoughts, and that you have a very happy weekend and end to your August! 💛

[dvrk-moon]

SPIDER-FIEND - chapter ii

read chapter i here!

— synopsis: whoever documented your personal altercation with spider-man was clearly out to get you.

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: cursing, classmates picking on you

— featuring: epex ayden, nmixx jiwoo, nwjns danielle

— a/n: who else missed this series !!

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ii. INTERNET FAMOUS ERA

“I heard Spider-Man spilled coffee all over you,” yet another one of your classmates tormented you over your run-in with the superhero. God damn him, you already didn’t like the guy and here he was, spilling your coffee all over you and swinging away without an apology.

“Where’d you hear that from?” you inquired, facing your classmate.

“More like where’d I see it from,” he snickered, a few more laughs being elicited from your nearby classmates.

“God damn it, Ayden,” you looked at him, annoyed, “was it eBaum’s World or YouTube?”

“YouTube. You should see it, it’s got like a thousand views right now.”

You rolled your eyes and faced the front of the classroom again.

“At least your outfit was cute,” another classmate, Jiwoo, whispered to you with a smile.

You weren’t surprised at all that there was a video somewhere. YouTube was super popular, and so was Spider-Man, so your run-in was obviously going to be uploaded. If it was anyone else, you would’ve probably laughed at the video too. But because it was you, it was a nightmare.

The one person that you really needed to vent to right now was Riki. You’d sit with him at lunch and tell him all about it, but lunch was in two periods. You weren’t sure if you could wait that long, so you sent him a text:

you : OMG

you : i am going 2 die!!!!!

You slipped your phone back into your jacket pocket and tried your best to focus on the lesson so you could retain something before class ended.

For another twenty minutes, your calculus teacher droned on about reviewing for your AP exam, which was in a month or so. You couldn’t wait to be freed from the grasps of AP classes.

The bell rung and you put your textbook, calculator, and notebook all in your backpack before rushing out into the hallway. You couldn’t take the risk of being slow. Not only was there the rush of impatient high school students, but the idea of being approached by another peer about the video was tormenting you.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. When you pulled it out, you were met with a text from Riki.

riki XD : wat happend

You pocketed your phone again as you scrambled your way to your locker with the intent of stowing away your AP calculus textbook and calculator. You quickly arrived to your locker, putting in the code.

12-09-90

You knew it was bad, but since each locker didn’t automatically come with a lock and you had to provide your own, you got to pick the code. And yeah, it was Riki’s birthday, but what other six digit code would be that easy to remember?

You shook your head at yourself, opening your locker and putting your calculator and textbook in it. You grabbed your paper bagged lunch. The mere thought of having to run back across the school before lunch bell was Hell to you, so you grabbed it now.

Once the lunch was grabbed, you took the European history textbook out of your locker and stuffed it in your bag. The lunch was put in quickly after.

You scrambled to your next period, hoping that no one would mention the video to you.

Your balloon of hope was soon popped as another classmate, Danielle, approached you. She walked up to you immediately after the teacher had said to split into partnerships to work on an assignment.

“Hey, Y/N,” Danielle started, “I saw that video. Is everything okay? I’m sure people have been bothering you all day about it.”

You were caught off guard by the remark, expecting her to be yet another person to make fun of you for the altercation.

“Yeah,” you sighed, half-smiling at her, “I guess I am.”

“Okay,” she said, looking into your eyes, “you have some serious balls for cursing out Spider-Man for what he did. He totally deserved that, that was so cool of you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Thank you, but how’d you know that I cussed him out? The only video I saw was the one on eBaum’s World, and it was just the clip of him spilling the coffee on me.”

She gasped, “OMG, have you not seen the YouTube version? It’s like a whole minute long!”

You buried your face in your hands. Not only was there the clip of him spilling coffee, but apparently there was a version with the part where you cussed him out? You worried for your future; if colleges or jobs that you’d applied to or been accepted into see that, you’re done for.

“That is so embarrassing,” you said, muffled by your hands.

“It’s not that bad,” she replied, slipping her phone out of her pocket. She hid it under the desk and unlocked her device, pulling up the YouTube website. Danielle owned a new iPhone, and to say you were nearly seething with jealousy was an understatement. You couldn’t hold it against her, though, it just seemed like all of your peer’s parents were more well off than either of yours. It probably had to do with the fact that their parents were still together. That filled you with more jealousy than not having an iPhone ever would.

Danielle clicked on the search bar, typing in the words “Spider-Man spills coffee on girl” and quickly pulling up the video to show you.

She looked up in the teacher’s direction, who was miraculously turned around at the moment, and clicked on the video, turning down her volume.

The video was simple; it was the clip of the “amazing” hero ramming into your back side, you then whipping around, and then followed by the waterfall of curses that escaped your lips. Damn, you needed to chill.

“Holy shit,” you commented, smacking a hand on your forehead, “that’s bad.”

“It’s really not that bad,” she reassured.

“It really is.”

It really was. The view count was 2,045. How you managed to break out into “fame” at age eighteen was beyond you, especially with these circumstances. You would never live this down. You hid your face in your arms and groaned.

You pulled out your phone and sent Riki a text back:

you : i need 2 show u a vid @ lunch

You slid your phone back into your pocket and laughed dryly, “Danielle, this is horrible. I’ve done a great job of staying on the down-low my entire high school career, and I was doing so well. One month until we graduate and I feel like everything I’ve worked for has blown up in my face.”

“Don’t say that,” she grabbed your hand, “it’s really not that bad. It’ll blow over soon, and by graduation, you’ll probably have forgotten all about it.”

You breathed out. This was going to be the death of you.

a/n : aaaaaa

[skylights422]

Watching X-Men '97, and one thing I find funny about Morph so far is that a lot of his teasing feels like it SHOULD be making the team angrier with him - since he does tend to needle at insecurities a bit - but it...doesn't? (This being written with 7/10 episodes still left to air mind you, so maybe at some point a character will go 'Morph you've been meaner since you came back from the dead and no I don't mean the possession arc could you tone it down', which I'll take if/when it comes) LIKE. In the first two episodes when they go to cheer up Wolverine, both times they shift into people you would think would upset Wolverine (Jean and Sabretooth), but it...genuinely gets him to open up/relax/feel better? xD Which I guess shows Wolverine is kind of a weirdo too and that's possibly part of why he meshes well with Morph lol. But also, okay, those two are Best Friends, it makes sense the pair would have a unique dynamic and Morph would know pretty well how far they can go without upsetting him or otherwise having the unintended effect of 'not cheering him up'. But then with the other teammates, they still go pretty far with the teasing, and it admittedly doesn't make them feel Better like with Wolverine, but the reaction generally seems to be more of a 'ugh Morph' rather than a serious 'WHOA NOW that is too far and I am Offended'. Like when he was teasing Scott by turning into the currently deceased Xavier? Scott was like >:/ and not much else, and then everyone else in the room also gave Scott crap for being too rigid lol, so clearly this was not, somehow, considered a boundary to Not Cross. Or when he teases Gambit - lol the fact this even happened to me implies either Rogue and Magneto are SO UN-SUBTLE about seeing each other that it's become a team joke and everyone knows, or Gambit has complained about it often enough to Wolverine and Morph that they've reached the teasing him about it stage, and both explanations are kinda funny to me. But still, Gambit's reaction here is more of a 'aw shiz what if they have a point' and less 'hey knock it off you're being mean' (though Wolverine did actually say that a bit but let's be real he also found it funny, which did lessen the impact of the chastisement somewhat). And I just find this whole dynamic kind of funny because either the X-Men are all kind of weird and their line of what 'taking teasing too far' looks like is just placed differently than most people's (this is at least the case for Wolverine lolll), they all know Morph well enough to know they don't mean it to be actually cruel, or Morph knows them well enough to know which needling will get an eye roll and which would actually make them really hurt or angry. (Or that everyone other than Wolverine and maybe Jean and Storm find Morph off-putting but don't know how to bring it up since he is otherwise a very loyal/dedicated teammate, which again, we'll see if that's brought up) Overall though I've been really enjoying Morph (I liked him in the original series too) and like what they're doing with them, so I'm curious to see what they do with them!

[loki-princeofasgard]

Nightmare

Loki x reader

Summary: Loki has a nightamare and Y/N comforts him.

A/N: I think I got too excited writing this one...XD English isn't my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

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Y/N was walking in the middle of the night to get some water and she sees the light on Loki's room on, so she knocks softly on his door. Loki sat up on his bed wiping his face quickly.  His cheeks were red and his eyes were pink and wet. He turned his head towards the door and sighed wiping his eyes one more time.  

Loki get up and opened the door and tried to smile slightly. "Hello Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit this late at night?" Loki tried to compose his face into a calm and steady expression, but tears still managed to leak out of the corner of his eye and roll slowly down his cheek. He tried to quickly wipe it again.  

“I was going to...” She notices his face “Are you okay Loki? What happened?”  

"Oh....it's nothing really." Loki's voice shook slightly as he was still struggling to stay composed and act as he usually did with everyone else.  He tried to keep his voice from breaking and took a deep breath. "I just....had a bad dream I guess."  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N says softly.  

Loki thinks for a moment and then slowly nods. He slowly opens the door further for her to come in and sit back on his bed. Y/N closes the door and sits besides him   

"It was a dream about...well I would rather not say.  It's... embarrassing."  

“You can trust me Loki.” she puts her hand on his, reassuring it.  

He looks at her hand on his."Yeah...I know...but it is still a bit difficult to tell you." He slowly and hesitantly speaks up again. "Well...the dream was about you....and...well..."  

He slowly looks up and sees her waiting for him patiently. "I had a dream about you and...Thanos killed you right in front of me" tears starts to roll down his face again.  

“Hey”she says softly, wiping his tears “I'm right here, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream...”  

Loki slowly looks at her again and blinks a few times trying to stop himself from crying.  "Yeah...It was just dream....a bad nightmare.  I....I am sorry.....for being so....weak here..." Loki quickly looks away and wipes his tears again ashamed that he cried like this in front of anyone, especially her.  

“Please, don't say that...you're not weak for crying.”  

Loki sighs and looks at her.  He wants to stop crying but for some reason he is having a hard time doing so.  “Come here” Y/N says hugging him thigh. He slowly leans into the hug and wraps his arms around her.  He tries to stop his voice from breaking but it fails.  His voice comes out shaky and he starts to sob again.  

“It’s okay. Let it out”. She keeps hugging him, with her hands going up and down on his back.  

Loki turns his face into her shoulder and cries quietly.  He does his best to keep his sobs from being too loud.  His body shakes slightly from the force of his tears.  He wraps his arms around her tighter and his head buries deeper into her shoulder.  

A few minutes pass as Loki cries.  He starts to slow down and stop his sobs eventually.  His voice is still shaky as he speak back to her. "I-I am sorry....I didn't....didn't plan on......being such a mess..."  

“You don’t need to apologize...I’m here for you.”  

Loki sighs and hugs her tighter.  He starts to calm down more as his sobs end but his body still shakes slightly. "Thank you...for being so understanding."  

He stays like that for a few more seconds and then pulls away. "I should....probably get back to bed." He is still trying to compose himself fully.  

“Okay" Y/N says getting up and going to the door.  

Loki looks up as she starts to walk away. "Thank you...again...for being so kind." He smiles at her before slowly going back to his bed.  He climbs in and lays back down to try and rest.  

Loki laid on his bed, but he could not sleep.  He closed his eyes but the nightmare he just had of Y/N’S death replayed in his head making it difficult to sleep.  Even as he closed his eyes he could see the moment he watches Y/N’S death.  He watches and tries to do something and fails each time. He grips his pillow tightly and buries his face in it. "It's not real...It is just a dream...a...bad dream...."  

Loki finally calms down and manages to lay still.  He listens to the sounds outside trying to focus on something else, anything else, until he decides to go to Y/N’s room.  

Y/N wakes with a knock on her door and open it, just to see Loki standing there. “Hey, is everything okay?”  

Loki stands in the doorway not sure how to start or even if to say anything. "....I-I...can I stay here with you?"  

Y/N quickly nods and open the door further and gestures for Loki to come in. "Of course! Come in  

Loki smiles slightly and slowly enters the room shutting the door.  He walks to the bed and climbs in.  He stares into the darkness of the room not trying to go back to sleep yet.  

“Hey...you know that it was just a bad dream right? I'm here Loki.”  

The moment he heard her words he tries to nod and say it was just a dream but suddenly he started to tear up again.  The sobs come back and Loki covers his face with the pillow once again. "I know...but..." Loki stops and takes a deep breath trying to compose himself. "I know you're here...and I know it was just a dream...but the thought of...." Loki pauses in the middle of the sentence as he tries to stop himself from crying.  

Y/N huggs him and hold him thigh, his head resting in her chest.  

Loki closes his eyes and wraps his arms around her.  He listens to the sound of her heart beating and tries to calm down.  He tries to focus on anything but that terrible dream.  

After a few minutes Loki slowly calms down again.  Slowly but surely he stops crying and his breathing goes back to normal.  Eventually in this time he falls asleep leaning up against her chest.  He is still hugging her tight.  

Y/N feels the sleep coming back to her.  

[Next Morning] 

Loki sighs and slowly tries to sit up.  He rubs his face and gets off the bed.  He doesn't want to wake Y/N up right away and just stands by the bed for a moment watching her sleep.  Even asleep, she is still so beautiful to him.  He shakes the thought from his head quickly and sighs.  

She slowly wakes up and open her eyes, looking at him “Hey you...good morning.”  

Loki looks over and smiles at her. "Good morning, Y/N.  How did you sleep?". He is still embarrassed from what happened last night.  

“Really fine...how did you  sleep Loki?”  

"Yes....it did....the nightmare stopped." Loki then looks back at her.  

“That's good” she smile “But I have to ask you...why did it mess it so much to you this nightmare about me? I mean, it would be the same if it was Nat in the nightmare and not me?”  

Loki takes a breath as he tries to think of how to word his response to her question. "No...I mean, yes....I...I..." He stops trying to think of the right word to say and instead of speaking he just looks at her. "It does not matter.  It was just a nightmare and I am fine now....so let us not discuss it." Loki puts on a smile to try to hide how nervous and embarrassed he is.  

Y/N smile at his reaction to her question. “Okay...what do you want to talk about?”  

"Anything really but no more nightmares please." Loki chuckles slightly when he says it but is still trying to keep his composure. "Do you have any plans for today?"  

“I just have some reports to finish, but other than that, I have nothing. You?”  

"Actually, I am free today as well.  No meetings or anything like that to keep me occupied." Loki sits down on the edge of the bed.  

Y/N doesn’t get a chance to say anything before Jarvis voice announce breakfast is ready and Tony is looking for her.  

Loki and Y/N look at each ocher and slowly get up off the bed  "I guess we need to get ready for breakfast."  

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N says a bit disappointed, she was enjoying the moment with Loki. He also looks a bit disappointed as well but hides it from her, trying to compose himself and to look happy.  

"Come on, I hear that Tony's looking for you.  We shouldn't keep him waiting." Loki offers her a hand and she takes with a smile in her face.  

As they walk together, Loki takes a good look at her, wanting to soak up the moments he spends with her. "You look wonderful as always, Y/N." She just laughs at this, used to Loki constant playfulness and flirty mood with her.  

Loki and Y/N enters the kitchen and he sees Tony waiting for them. "Oh good you two decided to join us." Loki walks over to the table and sits down.   

“I was sleeping, because someone...” she points at Tony “...decided to keep me up until late helping with your suit. What do you wanted to talk anyway? Your suit again?”  

Tony chuckles before answering her. "Yes, actually.  Before we start breakfast, I wanted to run the new design by you first.  I know you're gonna like it." Tony then pulls out a picture of a design layout of a new suit he had made for Y/N. "So, what do you think?"  

“You're kidding right? Oh my...it's perfect Tony!” She smiles excited.  

Tony laughs "I knew you'd like it.  I took your previous suit and made some adjustments.  So do you like the color scheme?"  

“I loved it!”  

Loki smiles as he sees the enthusiasm on her face.  Tony smiles at her reaction as well. "Great! I thought you would but I wanted to make sure first."  

 Tony then looks over at Loki and sees that he is still staring at Y/N. "What's with the look, Loki?"  

Loki quickly glances at Tony and looks away from Y/N before blushing and muttering something quietly to himself “Nothing." However, Tony looked at him and looked at Y/N and then back at Loki.  

"Aww....Loki has a crush."  

 Loki looked back up at Tony and tried to hide his embarrassment.  

 "No I do not 'have a crush', I’m a God-"  

Tony and Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Loki's comment. Loki sits there quiet and red as he looks at them both with wide eyes. "Shut up."  

“Sorry, sorry” she shows her hands in surrender, still laughing “You know he's just teasing you, right? Come on, we all know you couldn't have a crush in me.”  

  Loki looks at her before sighing and smiling slightly. "Right...I know that...but it is still annoying.” He laughs a little with no real conviction behind it.  

  "But I do have a question, if I don't have a crush on you, then who do you think I like?"  

  Loki keeps his eyes on her waiting for an answer.  He leans back in his chair waiting for a response. "So uh...what's the 'secret project' Tony just showed you?"  

“Oh! Right. He made me a new suit.”  

"Ooohh what color?" Loki asks excitedly, still wanting to talk about the suit and less about the fact he may or may not have a crush on Y/N.  

“Black and gold” She says excited.  

Loki makes a face with an 'oooo' sound. “Oh that is going to look amazing on you, Y/N."  

Tony nods and then looks over at Y/N. "I agree.  I know you're going to look great in it."  

“Thanks...when can I prove it?”  

Tony chuckles. "Right now.  I want to see your reaction to it on you.  Besides, it should be fitting for how busy we already are these days with all these villains popping out."  

“Tell me about it...Cap it's annoying me with all theses new reports. Can't we froze him back?” she laughs.  

Tony laughs along with you in agreement. "He must be bored or something. So, shall we go and try out your suit now?”  

“Yes!” Y/N starts leaving with Tony “See you later, Loki?”  

Loki nods his head to her as she walks away with Tony. "Yeah....Yeah I will.  Just make sure you show me the suit later once you have it on.” Loki then watches the two leave the kitchen and heads to his room.  He needs time to think.  

[some time later] 

Loki sits on his bed deep in thought.  He tries to keep his mind from wandering back to Y/N , but the feelings he's had for her are difficult to ignore. He feels his chest and stomach flutter as he thinks about her.  He grips his pillow tighter as he tries to get his mind off her.  But the more he tries to ignore thinking about her, the more it seems that is all his mind will think of.  His thoughts of Y/N keep bringing memories of past events, her soft, smooth, hair; her kind words; her laugh, and her smile. He feels his dick starting to get hard thinking about her, so he opens his pants to get some relief, but he hears a knock on his door.  

"H-Huh..." Loki says with a start.  The loud knocking from the door pulled from his thoughts and his excitement quickly disappears as he realizes what he was about to do.  He grabs a blanket and lays it over himself to cover himself up before calling out to the door. "Come in...."  

Y/N opens the door and close after her “Hey! There you are...”  

Loki watches her enter his room.  He tries to compose himself but she could still see him with red face as he lays on his bed under the blanket. "So, have you tried on the suit yet?"  

“Yes! It's really perfect. Tony it's just making some last adjustments on it.” she sits on the edge of his bed.  

"Well when can I see it?" Loki sits up but keeps his arms underneath the blanket as he sees her lean on his bed.  Loki's face is still a little flush making him seem like he is hiding something.  

“It will be ready to our next mission, but I took a picture” Y/N shows him the picture of herserf with the new suit.  

Loki looks at the picture and smiles.  He can't help but stare at her legs with how tight the suit is.  Loki tries to focus on her face instead, but she is too good at distracting him. “Wow...you look...you look great I like it....it looks great on you...as expected."  

“Thanks” Y/N smile at him. “It’s everything okay Loki? You seem nervous...”  

Loki chuckles when she asks if he is nervous as a soft smile crosses his face."What...me "No....of course not.  Why would I be...?”  

“You just seems a little off since breakfast...”  

Loki sits there quiet for a moment.  He decides to change the conversation back to the suit. "So...the suit...what can it do besides look good on you?"  

“See...now you just changed the subject...What's happening?”  

Loki tries to avoid answering her question. "Nothing...I am fine, I promise.  Just...." Loki sighs. “Can we talk about the suit please?"  

 “Is this because of what Tony said this morning? That you had a crush on me?” Y/N looks down at her hands “Am I so bad to have a crush on?”  

Loki sits up completely and shakes his head in response to her question. "What?  No....No Y/N.” He looks at her as he reaches out for her hand and grabs it in his.  He looks into her eyes. “No, not at all.  I just....I....I....I do."  

“You...what?” She looks at him shocked.  

"Yes...I do...I have a....I have a crush on you." Loki squeezes her hand softly as he answers her question. He keeps quiet and is afraid to say more, he is worried as he squeezes her hand tighter, afraid she might take back her hand from him.  

“I...” Y/N looks at down at their hands together but doesn’t move them.  

Loki looks at the hand he is holding and then looks up to see her expression.  A mix of hope and fear fill his heart and mind as he looks at her waiting for an answer.  After a couple of moments Loki speaks again, his voice is low and quiet. "It's okay if you do not feel the same way, I thought that I should tell you."  

 “I do feel the same, you know” she whispers.  

"What?" Loki looks at her with wide eyes as he hears what she said.  He almost didn't hear her as she spoke softly.  He looks at her hand and gently pulls it towards him and holds it tight. "You...you do?"  

“Yeah...I had a crush on you since our first mission together.”  

“But that was almost two years ago...”  

“I know.” She whispers.  

Loki doesn't know what to say to her in response but then asks a question. "Why didn't you ever tell me?  I could have been spending time with you instead of....instead of..." Now Loki's voice is soft and his expression is full of hope and excitement as he waits for her answer. "I could have been spending that time with you, Y/N."  

She looks at their hands again “I was afraid you would reject me, I mean...you are a god and I’m just a human...”  

Loki's expression softens a bit when she says that.  He moves closer until they were almost leaning on each other. "Is that what was keeping you back the whole time I tried flirting with you?" Loki looks into her eyes and smiles. "That I am a god?” She just nods.  

He gets close to her so that they are almost face to face.  He then takes a deep breath and leans in closer before whispering to her. "I want to be with you....I've always wanted to be with you.  I was too scared to say anything at first, but now....I don't want to hesitate anymore...."  

He smiles and his eyes flutter again as he speaks.  His feelings for her seems to be taking over his mind.  He stares at her lips and starts to slightly lean in waiting to see if she will do the same. She leans in too and close the distance between their lips.  

Loki kisses her with no hesitation, wrapping his arms around her and putting all his feelings into the kiss.  He finally got what he wanted and it felt as good as I expected.  He could feel himself getting slightly excited but tried to ignore those thoughts and only think about the moment they two were sharing. He didn't want to stop and he pulled her even closer to him and kissed her more passionately.  The world faded away to the point where Loki was only thinking about her lips and the rest of the world be damned.  

Y/N wraps her arms around Loki as well and pulls him closer as she kisses him with all her passion.  She kisses him with the feeling of the last two years waiting to kiss him.  She could feel herself getting more excited as well but couldn't stop from continuing to kiss him.  Her body was starting to feel warm and she felt herself pulling Loki closer while kissing him, not wanting it to end but hoping it goes further.  

Loki breaks away from the kiss only to catch his breath.  He looks into her eyes and smiles with his head turned slightly while he tries to regain his breath.  Loki leans back into the kiss and pulls her on top of him, making them both lie down on the bed together and making Y/N wrap her legs around his hips, feeling how hard he became in the kiss.  

Loki smile when he realizes how eager she is becoming. Before any of them did anything more, there was a knock on the door.  Loki and Y/N quickly pull away from each other.  She sit besides him “U-ummm...one second." Loki quickly says before he quickly gets up and goes to the door.  

Loki opens the door and sees Thor out in the hallway "What do you want?"  

Thor doesn't say a word as he barges in, with an annoyed look on his face.  He is still in his normal clothes and not his suit.  He walks into the room and then stops when he sees Y/N sitting on the bed. Thor's face turns a deep red when he looks at Y/N , as if he knew what was happening right before he walked in.  Then he looks at Loki and puts both arms behind his back. "So....what....what are you two up to?"  

 Loki was blushing "Oh...u-um...we were....just....um...."  

“We were just talking about the new suit Tony made me.”  

Loki nods in agreement to confirm the lie. "She just showed me to see how it looks on her before she wears it on our next mission."  

Thor laughs a little bit louder than needed to and walks over to Loki before slapping him on the shoulder "Sure....that is what you were doing." Thor smiles to Loki and then looks at Y/N before he gets a better look at the bed and her sitting on it. "What are you doing on his bed?" He gives Y/N a suspicious look before smiling again.  It seems like Thor already knows what was going on between his little brother and his friend.  

“You weren’t expecting me to be up during the whole conversation, right?” Y/N says smirking at Loki’s brother.  

Y/N laughs and get up “I'll leave you two alone to talk...see you later boys.”  

Thor laughs to himself as he watched Y/N leave the room.  He turns to Loki with a smile on his face. Thor walks over to Loki. "Did you told her? About your crush on her?”  

Loki nods at Thor's question. “Yes...I...I did in fact." Loki's words trail off.  He doesn't know what to say, but finally finds the courage to speak once more. "She feels the same." Loki smiles as he looks at Thor who is grinning from ear to ear.  

“Oh brother, I knew it...she told me once she was very drunk"  

"You knew this whole time?" Loki looks at Thor with wide eyes but Thor is still smiling.  Thor nods his head but doesn't say anything else.  "Umm....when did she tell you this?"  

Thor takes a moment to answer as he chuckles a little bit. "Oh...it was quite a while back....but I've watched you two and it was obvious to me and to Tony." Thor laughs at the memory of it.  

"Mr. Stark it's looking for you Thor" Jarvis voice was heard in the room.  

Loki and Thor both turn their heads to the AI as they hear its voice.  Thor sighs and shakes his head before looking towards Loki. "I'll see you later brother." Thor smirks and quickly leave the room, making sure to close the door after him.

 Seconds later Loki hear a knock on his door. He opens the door and sees Y/N standing there smiling. “I thought you needed to be saved so...I asked Jarvis to say that Tony was looking for Thor”  

Loki chuckles a little and then smiles at her "You saved me from a potentially embarrassing conversation with my older brother." Loki's ears pick up as he hears someone start to approach his room. “Umm...you might want to hide.  I think someone is coming.”  

Y/N nods giving Loki a quick kiss and goes hiding in his bathroom, closing the door.  

Loki smiles when she gives him a quick kiss but then he turns a serious look again as the person approaches his room.  The person knocks on the door loudly three times.  Loki sighs and walks over to the door. he sees  Steve standing in the hallway. "Yeah....I'm here.  What do you want?"  

Steve nods and then looks at him with a serious face. "We have a meeting in 15 minutes, about our mission tomorrow"  

"Alright, I'll get ready right now." Loki nods to Steve and goes back into his room to get ready for the meeting.  As soon as he enters his room, he goes to the bathroom door and knocks on it.  

Y/N opens the door smiling at Loki “You know we don’t have a mission tomorrow right?”  

Loki's face looks confused as he hears Y/Nsay that. "W-what?  Why are we holding the meeting then?"  

Loki stares at her a moment before he finally figures it out. "Oh my...he ratted us out?  He did, didn't he?" A small smile forms on his face as he hears Y/N’s laughter and laughs softly to himself.  

“So...what’s our plan for tonight?” Y/N says as she sits on the edge of his bed.  

Loki sits down on the bed besides her and smirks a little bit "I think I have an idea on what we can do...”  

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 - Three spicy/spoilery reviews

The reviewers are just saying whatever they want, I guess! O_O

Here's my favorite bits from TheWrap, ComicBook, and IGN.

I've decided to mix and match them, comparing what they each say about similar themes/topics/reveals.

ELEVATING THE SOURCE MATERIAL

TELL IT! It's about adding DEPTH, y'all, not just a 1:1 page-to-screen.

Intellectual horror, instead of psychological horror--fascinating.

An "even more authentic adaptation" -- WE BEEN KNEW!!! I roll my eyes at book stans who hate on the show, acting like the movie was more accurate just cuz it was set during slavery times with white actors. 🙄 Like PLEASE, there's so much missing from the movie, or glossed over, or straight up changed, that the show-antis just demonstrate how shallow they are when their every attack hinges on the timeline/race/age changes. Cry harder.

MORE elevated than Season 1--you love to see it.

Yaaas, bring on the petty melodramatic mess, and fierce performances! 👏

CLAUDIA & MADELEINE

Because Bailey used profanity to convey her agony being a woman trapped in an adolescent's body in S1 too, I'm assuming Delainey will just cuss more? But cussing is all over the show, so I don't get it.

Everyone keeps raving about Roxane as Madeleine, but they've been SO CLOSE-LIPPED about her scenes, and it's KILLING me. 😭

"Deeply willful around Louis"--yeah, we saw a glimpse of that in the trailer; it's what he deserves. Give 'em hell, Claudia!

And yeah, she's PISSED that they cast her as Baby LouLou--imagine, being infantalized, and given the name of the father you've already gone through so much to emancipate yourself from as a "Brother" instead of "Daddy Lou." 😒 Eff Louis--where's Claudia's scythe at!?

LOUIS / LOUMAND

"Nonsense--" TheWrap isn't holding back a single punch huh?

"dating show contestants feigning authenticity to clumsily present themselves in the best light--" oof. 💀

Holy god; "begging the question...if Louis has just traded one abuser for another" GO AWF! 🚩🚩🚩

DANIEL / DEVIL'S MINION

Wow, so this must refer to Episode 5 from the episode titles list released recently. "Genuine horror".... 😈

RIP. 💀 Youngmaniel might see some action, but Oldmaniel's "utterly allergic and adversarial;" OOF. 💀💀

ARMAND

They keep saying petty. 😅 These messy queens are a trip!

"Far more powerful" -- I am SEATED~! I wanna see THE coven master!

Yaaas, come through Children of Satan/Darkness acolyte! 😈

"Scarred and transformed by the same man" -- they sound like war veterans. U_U

LESTAT / LOUSTAT

"the show's primary villain--" say it louder. Book stans need to stop projecting post-IWTV Lestat the hero/protagonist/MC into the narrative that LOUIS is telling, as a guy struggling to get over his ex.

"There to berate him for his poor choices--" this tracks with the trailer released today, too, where the producers said Dream-Stat would "pass judgement" on Louis' pisspoor actions.

PRODUCTION (Sets, Costumes, etc)

Yes, IWTV S1 was absolutely gorgeous; their attention to detail was immaculate. And so far it looks like S2 is gonna be just as nice. I REALLY like what I've seen of the Threatre's aesthetic.

THEATRE DES VAMPIRES & SANTIAGO

I freaking love this. XD

Agreeing with him about WHAT though? 🤨 That Louis & Claudia are hiding things? Or that they deserve to die because of it? (Especially since Lestat is OBVIOUSLY not actually dead, so what "crime/rules" are they actually breaking, Lord Kangaroo Court?)

TALAMASCA & CRITIQUES

Thank you lord god kamisama flying spaghetti monster he's a Talamascan, not another secret vampire.

But now I'm nervous, thanks to the ComicBook review:

Uh oh. The Talamasca feels forced & out of place. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

The AVENGERS INITIATIVE. 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

But they say it feels like "Daniel's being recruited--" YES PLEASE. 🙏 If Daniel's not gonna be a vampire, at least let him be a Talamascan. Ain't no way he can return to the mundane world after all this.

My BIGGEST complaint about IWTV as a franchise is its tenuous connection to the Immortals Universe. AMC is dropping the ball hard on creating an ARCU--Anne Rice's Cinematic Universe. There are SO MANY immortals & supernaturals we should've BEEN seen in S1, walking the streets of NOLA. I will say this every time: Oncle Vervain Mayfair should've been brought in from the OG pilot script. We should've seen Louis go to him for gris-gris before the poker game, and introduce Lestat to Vervain as a practitioner of what Louis thought was "European voodoo." Also: we should've seen Lasher. There should've been a scene where the Mayfairs told the vampires to GTFO their territory, and keep their hunting grounds on the other side of town. Like, the Mayfair Witches show sucks like you wouldn't believe, it's so stupid (looks gorgeous though), but the WORLDBUILDING is ripe for the taking! And AMC did squat with it!

Like, tbh, I don't see the point of a whole Talamasca show, and if it's handled by Esta & the gang from MW, then I don't wanna see it--I WILL, ofc, but I won't WANT to. Especially since we haven't seen any ghosts. ISTG, PLEASE have Merrick Mayfair in Ep7 or Ep8--not only will that bridge IWTV with MW, but it can perfectly lead to Blackwood Farm., while keeping the threads between vampires, ghosts, AND the Taltos (if they're determined to do a Lestat/Rowan crossover from Blood Canticle 🤢🤮).

I was wondering why so many reviews were giving it 4/5 or 9/10, like wtf are y'all being so stingy for!? But if this is the problem, then I'm not surprised, I've been complaining about it the whole time.

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General Kai x ReincarnatedLover!Reader || Drabble

Ah! Me actually doing something I said I was gonna do on the day I said I was gonna do it??? I am so proud of myself XD 😅😅

Plot: Kai has come to reclaim you- pity you have no idea who the heck he is, what he’s talking about or…  well, you do have an idea what he wants. BUT WHY? This doesn’t make any sense.

Warnings: N/A  

Dedicated to the Anon who had this great idea!! ^^ Its rough but I hope you like it 😅

He’s terrifying.

He’s so terrifying, that when he first crashed down- from the sky- into your rice paddy, destroying a whole field of crops, you had tried to run! You took one glance at this behemoth of a bull, with glowing emerald eyes, double sided blades attached to long, powerful chains, and a devilish grin on his face, aimed at you, and-

You tried to run. You turned around, very nearly getting a mouth full of mud as you tripped, but instead catching yourself with a hand, pushing yourself back up and forcing yourself forward. Over the sound of your pounding heart you had heard him chuckle at what you assume he considered a feeble little escape attempt, and the sound was like thunder cracking across the sky during a storm. Not quite so loud, but deep enough to feel it, and otherworldly, and- it sent fear shooting through your blood stream. If I can just get out of his sight, you had thought. It would be fine.

But that was not apart of his plan.

The blades that were in his hands were faster than you, racing ahead of you, crossing over each other and jamming deep into the ground. The chains surrounded you, you stopped- and then he started to pull.

You tried to get out of the way and escape but he was stronger, the blades drug through the muddy ground fast back toward you and then they were on you. They tripped you, causing you to fall into the mud, hands and knees covered in the stuff, as he drew you right back to him in no time at all. It wasn’t a fair fight, you felt weak, and terrified.  

“Heh… “ When you were back beneath him, while you’re feeling even smaller then before on the wet and dirty ground now, he crouched down and leaned his monstrous arms around both sides of you and yanked his blades back out of the ground. Spirits- this man was only wearing a loincloth! And- ugh. Your nose had scrunched up, turning pointedly away from his face and cringing into yourself. His disgusting, clotted hair smelled. When he didn’t pull away fully right away though like you thought, you turned back to his face - now mere inches from your own as he stared at you, assessed you, glanced all over you, - with wide eyes. Your lips part, at this monster in front of you still looking all-to-amused, meaning to ask what he wants, but he beats you to it. “Hm… you really don’t remember me, do you?”

Your eyes widened even more if it were possible. “I… I don’t know you.” … Should you?

Finally he pulls back and stands up again, leaving you with some space once again so you can breath, and you watched him look around at your thoroughly destroyed fields and the stormy sky surrounding them; Breathing heavily. Thinking.

As he breathed out, he emitted visible air from his nostrils. “Nah… I guess not. It has been five hundred years… ” Your mouth fell open once again, wishing to ask if he’s absolutely positive- but he once again cut you off before you could speak. This time with his eyes, those lime green, glowing orbs - green eyes on a bull? That made you nervous even more than his huge frame did, - flickered back down to you again… and he looked fond.

… Which was not the kind of look you wanted to see on someone so powerful, who claimed they knew you. Who could easily just take you.

“Yes, I’m positive, little one.”

~

“I- I… didn’t ask.” You say now, eyes wide. How did he know you were thinking that?

“Yeahh, but you were thinking it.” He shrugs, casually rolling those boulder-like shoulders. It moves his entire body, the jade stones hung on his belt clanging against each other at his hips. “You may not know me, but I know you.” He smirks, eyes once again flickering up and down your body still knelt in the mud. “Trust me.”

“… You’re crazy- “

“Crazy?? Ha… Okay. Yeah. Maybe I’m a little crazy.” Nodding, he shrugs his shoulders once again and gives another deep chuckle- a short one, this time. “But that’s what the spirit realm’ll do to you, I guess.”

Blinking, and wondering why on earth you have ended up in this insane situation with the delusional, ludicrously over powered loin-cloth bull, you push yourself up to your feet and wipe your hands on your already ruined pants. You’re still uneasy, but the bull doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt you just this second- just your crops he’s still trampling- “The spirit realm??... “

He makes a sound like mhm, grunting, and seeming to take your questioning tone as an opportunity for a little bit of casual chit chat. “Yep. 500 years… “

… You don’t believe this crack story for a second. “Uh- “

You’re cut off by a great big sigh, and look up in time to watch him roll his eyes just as deeply. “I know, I get it- you don’t believe me. And hey, that’s okay. Doesn’t change anything… You, little one, are still mine. And we’ll find a way for you to remember. If we don’t… you’ll just have to fall in love with me again. Eh? Not so hard.”

At this your jaw actually drops, taking a step back from him. “Yours??” Love???

“Yep.” He nods, refusing to back down, and popping the ‘p’.

“No- “ You try to get away again immediately, turning to walk away, but this time he doesn’t even let you get two steps; Throwing his hand, with a double edged sword in his grip, directly in your way. Eyes widening, you back up from it, following his arm nervously up to his face. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“In a manner of speaking, I do!” He quickly agrees, surprising you- but then his eyes narrow, and you feel unbearably small before him. “… Different body, sure. But I know you… and your Chi?... “At this his eyes take an even brighter glow and you watch him breath in deep, his chest rising until it falls again. “That’s the same… “

“Are you… “ Pausing, you take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your tone, eyes closed as he calmly watches your every move- calmly, because he knows you cant do anything. You can’t escape. “A- are you… “ Damnit. “… suggesting… r-reincarnation?? And- and we… ” You… and him?? This massive, terrifying monster right in front of you right now??

An intimate smirk crosses his face then, eyelids half-hooding on you and eyes glowing brighter once again. “We… yeah… And I’d really like to get back to that, so come on- come with me. Willingly. And we’ll figure out howta get there, together.”

“If… “You start, heart beating heavily in your chest as you give the beast an uneasy once-over. “… I say no?... “

“Well, then I’ll take you unwillingly! Hah. That’s not gonna be fun for you- I suggest the willing rout.

… Oh I’m Kai, by the way.”

[genmaichafan]

Hello hello bestie, I heard you wanted some writing requests so here's one! <3

Vampire Donna/fem!reader but it's professor Donna >:) Maybe this particular student needs tutoring but oopsie, they're failing because they're so distracted by Donna or something XD Something short, have fun with it <3

HELLO HELLO BESTIE THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR SOMETHING TEEHEE.

I KINDA ENDED UP FORGETTING YOUR PROMPT… ANYWAYS small thang under the cut. 030 its short and sfw

You always considered yourself a decent student. Turning up early. Asking and answering questions. Doing the homework, as well as your part in group work. Paying attention.

On the contrary this particular professor of yours has you acting strange.

You do turn up early and you most certainly do pay attention, albeit not on the work, but the rest has flown out the window.

today: donnas was wearing a tee-shirt and cardigan with the long sleeves rolled up her toned arms.

this ascended you into dreamland for the rest of the class, where you just seemed to doze off into donnas brown hues, which would occasionally gaze back at you softly, even if for a brief moment.

___

Class was a cinch, but leaving felt like a 100 mile walk between your seat and the door.

“Please” you thought to yourself. “Don’t let this end just yet.”

something must’ve heard you because:

”[y/n]?” Donna called to you, her raspy voice called out from the crowd.

perking up you stammered out your answer.

“Yes professor?”

Hearing her say your name made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Can you please stay after class? Alone.”

”yeah of course.” You answered nonchalantly trying to keep cool.

_____

‘Everyone cleared out pretty quickly today.’

Normally there would be people who asked her many questions, but she made quick work of them today. Simply waving them off with a sentence and a flick of her hand. It would make you think she truly had a way with words.

Donna was a kind soul but there was a suaveness to her that [y/n] couldn’t place.

You just chocked it up to her being an older woman.

“[y/n]” donna called out to you once everyone had left. Her cold hands absentmindedly touching your arm, guiding you to a chair next to hers. For the first time you truly processed the emotion on her face that she looked at you with today.

worry.

you awkwardly laughed as you felt you knew the question that she was going to ask.

”are you okay? Am i doing something wrong?”

The first half maybe you expected, the second half hit you like a meteor. Gawking a bit You hastily answered in haze.

”youve-never-done-anything-wrong-in-your-entire-life-and-Im-fine.”

she blinked. Then blinked again. Cheeks tinging with purplish red before she broke out into a giggle causing you to do the same.

You probably couldn’t be more obvious about your affections, but donna didnt seem to mind. Her eyes pushed up from the lower lids as her cheeks raised into a small smile.

”ah. It seems I have misjudged the situation.” Seemingly relieved.

”your grades were slipping but only in my class. I thought I had been doing something wrong but I guess I was mistaken.” Donna leaned back into her office chair, Lounging back at a debonair angle. Arm propping her head up from her desk. Legs crossed. Shirt starting the ride up her stomach.

[y/n] eyes couldn’t help but catch the skin on her stomach which made your face flush. You were pretty much caught red handed but you had no idea what to say.

your brain practically disconnected from its source.

donna on the other hand was eating your reaction up. Her eyes became lazy and her smile toned down into a smirk.

before she broke the silence.

”would you like to come over to my place tonight la Mia preda?”

The use of Italian was not uncommon for her.

nonetheless you couldn’t help but get this sinking feeling about saying yes.