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hauntingblue · 4 days
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NAMI HAS TAKEN ACTION!!! LETSGOOOOO
#when is uta gonna physically fight luffy..... it's just a matter of time#shanks planning on coming back?? its been 84 years.... that probably was only said to makino bc he is trying to sway her.... girl run...#'that's our local sea beast' so he just hangs out??? well fuck me#luffy was just fucking around about the making a new era and look what happened.... apollo blessed him....#the sun god omg.... nika..... ahdahsaj i ws fucking around with that too HAJSHAJA#oh no shit he does actually come back.... i thought this was the same time... omg... THAT'S EVEN SKETCHIER!!!#thinking luffy wss just here alone depressed in foosha and ace was there alone depressed on the forest too...... 🥺🥺🥺#ohhhh little luffy....... like i know she is not dead but something happened..... what....#oh it might seem like she died... elegia destroyed bc of shanks??? what is that and tot music (sounds like catalan meaning all music to me)#beckman has haki too? like zoro........#SHE HAS BEEF WITH SHANKS?? SEE HOW HE IS SKETCHY!! WHATS WITH THAT FACE???#i need to make my evil shanks cosnpiracy board but that whill be implied on my other bigger conspiracy board i am sure#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1030#zeus got free... its namis turn...#usopp and nami being strong and brave for tama..... exactly.....#and so they meet again..... oh new break with momo.......#otama tamed big mom too omg ajdhajshaja prometheus saying she enters mom mode with kids under 10 AHDHAJSHAJ#no way big mom is turning on kaido for this.... SHE KNOWS RYUO TOO??? SHE IS NOT TOUCHING HIM OMG#goodbye page one... jesus.... now his sister..... damn#damn. wasnt expecting all that. now nami can take zeus either way hehe#episode 1031#when are we gonna get ad breaks for the rest of the crew.... we get it zoro and luffy are important.... okay....#sanji carrying zoro.... here we go....#PEROSPERO????? DIEEEE!!!! WHERE IS CARROT???#komachiyo..... TAMAA!!!!! usopp tells nami to take her and run.... NAH!!!! FUCK HER SHIT UP!!!!!!#nami finally fighting omg i have been waiting for this moment#episode 1032
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HEYYYY! So like every other mf on the planet right now I am in my hunger games era!!
Please could you write a Finnick x Reader where she is selected for the quarter quell (Maybe in her games she was lethal and killed like 10+ people?)
And when Katniss shoots the arena in catching fire she gets taken by the capitol (Like Peeta) and they torture her and shit? Then Finnick and her get there reunion she’s all like battered and bruided and it’s dead sad? Not sure if this made sense because i’m half asleep and dyselxic but let me know😭🤣
Maybe he says “It’s okay baby i got you” ??? x
hey of course i can! i hope u enjoy it babe <3 its a tiny bit long! my apologizes
cw's: angst, mentions of killing/dying, typical thg stuff, torture, ptsd, lmk if i missed anything
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You were one of the youngest victors alongside Finnick, being only 15 and having won your games. You were also from District 4. You won the 68th Hunger Games, a few years after Finnick.
When you were reaped, Finnick and Mags were your mentors. Finnick came off as self absorbed and arrogant but once you started talking to him, the more you realized that was total bullshit. He wasn't how the Capitol portrayed him, he was much more caring and compassionate. He was very sympathetic to your situation, having gone through the same things.
During your time in the arena, you were one of the most ruthless tributes of all time. In the beginning, you were easily overlooked. The tributes weren't thinking that you were going to be much of a challenge because of your size and the way you carried yourself.
But that was exactly how you wanted to be portrayed. You tricked the Careers into thinking you were some naïve little girl, stabbing them in the back (literally) the first chance you got. The Capitol loved the turn of events, cheering you on.
When you had come back home, you had finally understood the intensity of what you had done. You had killed a whole group of people, ending their lives permanently. Those people had lives and family who loved them, and now they're gone because of you.
You suffered through months and months from never ending nightmares. Even getting consoled by your mother didn't help anymore; she doesn't understand. You didn't even feel worthy of food anymore.
You closed off Mags and Finnick when you had come home, driving yourself into isolation and depression. You rarely went out anymore, eating one meal a day and slept more than 80% of the day. Even sleeping couldn't mend the eternal tiredness you had, the void that filled your body.
Finnick had felt more than responsible for your pain. He gave you time before he realized he was just adding to your pain. Even when you didn't communicate back to him, Finnick visited you every day. He gave you advice and told you what he had went through after the Games as well. Eventually you opened up more to Finnick, and slowly, he had become your best friend.
He had told you that numbing it wasn't going to make it go away. He reminded you that you had him and Mags to help you with this process, and that you weren't alone despite of how you felt.
He helped you regain your sense of purpose again, your self image again. Finnick had singlehandedly helped you rebuilt your sense of self again.
He saw a part of you in him, that scared 14 year old boy who was trying to go back home to his parents. He never wanted anyone to feel that, especially you.
He promised you that he would never let anything bad ever happen to you again.
During your Victor's tour, Snow had suddenly deemed you desirable by the Capitol, wanting to sell you as he did with Finnick. Finnick couldn't risk getting involved, wanting to protect his family.
Every night in the Capitol, you were always consoled by Finnick. Every time you had to do a favor, you remember walking to Finnick's room to sleep, not baring the thought of having to sleep alone in the cold bed. He was always there, holding your hand comfortingly as you both slept.
The Capitol adored you both, nicknaming you the princess and prince of Panem. The more time you spent with Finnick, the more the media had speculated a relationship between the young victors.
You and Finnick had connected in many ways. Both having the same trauma, it was easy to talk to him and for him to understand how hard it was.
You and Finnick eventually got together a few years later, then getting married (in secret, of course) almost right after. You were both deeply in love.
Finnick found solace in the thought of always having you by his side, remembering that no one could tear you apart. That was until the Quarter Quell was announced.
You and Finnick were sitting at the edge of the couch, listening to Caesar's words carefully as he explained that this year's Hunger Games was going to be very different.
When it was announced that there will be only be Victors in this year's games, you heard dropped. You looked over at Finnick and he shared the same terrified look on his face.
--
When Annie's name had been called, you without any second thought, put up your hand. "I volunteer as tribute."
The crowd gasped and you looked over at Annie and you could tell she was a bit relived but still scared nonetheless. You immediately embraced her tightly, letting her let out a small sob. "It's okay, you're okay."
Mags looked just as terrified and you took her hand. When Finnick's name was called, you felt your stomach drop. Not only were you back in the arena, but you were with Finnick.
You looked over at Finnick and he looked prepared to fight. You both stood up and he grabbed your hand, raising it up in union.
The trainride to the Capitol was pretty uneventful. Finnick had wanted some time to think about the plan and so did you. A part of you knew what he was planning; he kill everyone else in the arena and then eventually himself, all for you.
As you sat on the bed, you felt the sadness and anger turn into numbness. No amount of crying was going to stop the Quater Quell and you had to be smart.
You didn't want to survive without Finnick. You were either winning with him or dying with him. Life would be meaningless without him.
Finnick knocked on your door slightly, before walking in. You looked up at him and he gave you a small smile. He took a seat next to and took your hand.
"I have a plan."
"Finnick, I know what you're thinking, and no. You're not killing yourself for me."
Finnick looked defeated. "One of us has to survive, Y/N. For Annie. For Mags."
You look a deep inhale, looking away from Finnick. "I don't want to life without you, everything would lose all it's meaning without you."
Finnick felt his heart burst into two pieces as he squeezed your hand. You felt your eyes watering again and you couldn't help but let out another quiet cry as Finnick pulled your head in, as he embraced you tightly.
"Shh, it's okay. I promise, I won't... I won't leave you."
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It had all happened so fast, you couldn't even comprehend what had just happened. One moment, you were with Finnick trying to find Johanna and Katniss and suddenly there was big loud boom. You were relieved for a moment; Plutarch's plan had worked. Until you realized how far away you were from the others.
You were wandering, trying to find anyone until you heard people behind you. You turned and then you saw some unfamiliar faces; suddenly, your vision went black.
Then, you woke up in a white room. You felt like your stomach had dropped out of your body once the realization hit you; the Capitol captured you.
You were strapped down to a bed and you couldn't move or shake it off. The severity of the situation had hit you; even if by some miracle you did escape, where would you go? How would you find your way to 13 and back to Finnick?
You knew how ruthless the Capitol was to everyone who disobeyed them. Your worst fears had come true and there was no getting out of here.
You heard the door open and you saw some Peacekeepers come in and then you saw the person you dreaded to see most; Snow. You felt like your whole had come crashing down, how could this nightmare become any worse?
"Hello, Y/N."
You didn't respond, resorting to stare at the wall in front of you instead.
He tutted disappointedly. "Out of all the tributes, you were the one I expected least to be involved in this mess. You are the Princess of Panem... What a shame."
You still hadn't replied and you hadn't dared to look at Snow. Months and months you spent trying to heal the trauma he had caused you, you were sure if you had to look at him now, you would break.
"I want to take mercy on you, dear Y/N. If you tell me everything you know about the rebellion, I will make sure the Peacekeepers are gentle with you."
You shook your head. "No."
He let out a small chuckle. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What?"
"No." You said again, louder.
He hummed in disapproval. "Okay then, you leave me no choice. You are going to regret this."
He nodded to the Peacekeepers and walked out of the room. You were then met with Peacekeepers, loosening the straps then taking you to another room.
If Snow knew one thing about you, it was that being only physical with you wouldn't hurt you enough. He had to hit you were it hurt most.
They threw you in the seemingly vacant room and immediately locking it. You were confused until you heard it.
"Y/N, help me!" Finnick's voice screamed. "Please, help me! Get up and do something, they're killing me! Please."
You looked everywhere in the dark room, trying to find the source. It kept going.
"Y/N, please! Help! What the hell are you doing, just sitting there? You are such a disappointment!" The voice started shouting. "We should've just left you to died in the arena! You are useless!"
Now this was something new. Your body was filled with panic and fear and even though you knew it was fake, you felt like you were going to throw up from all the noise.
Suddenly, Annie's voice came in as well. Then Johanna's. Then your mother's. There was nonstop noise filled with screams for help, shouting with disapproving messages. Your body couldn't handle it; it was so overwhelmed with fear that you started shaking on the ground, putting your hands on your ears but that did little to nothing.
You wanted it to stop. It was too much, you were trembling. It felt like days, just sitting there in that room listening to all those demeaning voices of your loved ones. You couldn't even think straight anymore.
It was so bad you had started to pound your head on the ground, screaming and crying. You had have enough. And then, it all stopped. Silence was foreign for you; your ears were ringing.
You were sitting on the ground, almost lifeless as the Peacekeepers took you away. Your eyes hurt from the tears, your body sore, your ears ringing and your head was pounding.
But you knew that was just the beginning.
--
You were asleep in bed and you were awakened by the door opening, you instantly jolted up. You looked over to see a group of masked men in front of you and you had started to tremble again, silent tears rolling down your face, thinking that the Peacekeepers had come again.
"No, no, no." You started to mumble to yourself.
A man came up to your and took your bruised hand slowly, rubbing it gently in silent empathy. That was the first soft touch you'd felt in a few weeks and it almost stung.
"It's okay, you're safe now. You're going to 13 now."
You had to blink a couple times, trying to process what he said. Was this a dream? You went to pinch yourself but it was real life.
He then helped you up but you couldn't help but stumble; your legs were weak, you couldn't remember the last time the Peacekeepers let you walk for this long.
As you got into the hovercraft, you saw Annie. Your eyes widened as you both ran up to each other, embracing each other. She had started to cry a little bit and so did you.
That was when it hit you. You were going to see Finnick. You were going home. You started crying into Annie's shoulder as she held you. "We're safe now, we're safe."
You had seen Johanna as well but she didn't seem too responsive. Neither did Peeta. You fell asleep on Annie's shoulder on the ride back and for the first time, you actually felt yourself drifting off calmly.
--
There were lots of doctors and nurses looking at you and asking you all sorts of questions and you tried your best to answer them. You were still in shock; you were safe. They couldn't hurt you anymore.
"Y/N?" You turned around to see Finnick. You immediately got up from the examiner's table and ran into his arms, your eyes starting to water up again.
"Finnick," you sighed slowly. You pulled away, putting your hands on his face and touched him as if he wasn't real.
"Are you.. Are you really here?"
"Yes, I'm really here." Finnick looked at you and suddenly his voice transported you back into the dark room. You quickly twisted out of his embrace and his expression changed.
His voice was back and you heard all of the nasty things he had to you. You back away, stumbling into the examiner's table and your breathing became heavy. "No, no, no, please-please go away. No."
You slid down to the floor and you closed your eyes, putting your hands on your ears and rocking back and forth trying to get that voice to stop.
Finnick ran up to you and put his hands on your knees, trying to get you to look at him. His heart broke in half; he didn't know what the Capitol had done to you but now he knows it has something to do with him.
Of course the Capitol would try to ruin him. His eyes started to tear up at the sight of you, in so much pain and panic.
You opened your eyes, Finnick in front of you. You started to cry some more before Finnick slowly went up to you, wrapping his arms around you.
When he had started wrapping your arms around you, your instinct was to push him away but his warmth was welcoming and safe and you started to focus on his touch. The voices slowly drifted away, the sounds of your silent sobs only being heard.
You then gave into Finnick's touch, falling into him and putting your head in his chest as he caressed your back gently, shushing you.
"It's okay baby, I got you. You're safe now, they can't hurt you."
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dear-satan · 9 months
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vendetta!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader summary: you and Leon split up. after a worrying phone call from Chris, you decide to visit your ex at his apartment. warning: Leon's alcoholism & severe depression era, younger reader
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"He has not given a sign of life for over a week now. Please if you could check on him, I would be very grateful."
You stood motionless, with your hand raised in the air. Your gaze was stuck on the number 239 glued on the dark structure of the door, which you knew very well, just like what was behind it. You had, after all, lived in this flat for almost two years with your now ex-partner…. Who was the very reason you were standing here.
You and Leon separated about a month ago because of another argument between you. It wasn't caused by anything specific, in fact you didn't even remember the reason why it started, and now you considered your behaviour very childish. After all, the two of you were adults, and at that moment you behaved like complete children, saying the worst things about each other, culminating in your breaking up in anger at the other person. However, you still loved him, no matter how horrible the words he said to you, which is why, after a phone call from his best friend Chris, you immediately threw on your casual clothes and drove to his flat. You were afraid that Leon might have done something extremely stupid considering his alcohol problems and depressive states caused by everything he had been through so far.
You gently knocked on the door listening for any sound, which didn't come. It may be silly, but you still had the keys, which you hurriedly took from your pocket and slipped into the lock, thanking yourself that you had not given them to him at the time.
You stepped inside and the smell of alcohol mixed with the concentrated air immediately reached your nostrils. "Leon?" You closed the door behind you, entering deeper. Most of the living room floor was covered in rubbish and clothes and the kitchen worktop was almost invisible from under a pile of dirty dishes. However, the sight of empty bottles of vodka and whisky crumbling on the table in profusion made your heart stop. It was very bad.
You directed your steps to his bedroom, peering inside through the half-opened door. He lay there dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers. His body was strangely entangled in the white sheets and his chest was rising evenly. He was alive, that was the most important thing.
"What have you done to yourself Leon…" you muttered quietly and the mattress bent under your weight as you sat down on it. You gently took a strand of his dirty hair falling over his closed eyes to then place your hand on his cheek. The stubble scratched the texture of your skin pleasantly as you rolled small circles with your thumb. He looked like a veritable wreck of a man making your heart cry. This guy was the whole world to you and you never wanted him to bring himself to such a state during your eventual breakup.
You froze when a faint purr escaped from his lips. His eyelids slowly began to reveal his beautiful blue irises contrasting with the purple shadows under his eyes.
"What time is it?" as if nothing had happened he snuggled his face into your hand, gloating over its warmth. You sat motionless, watching to see how the connections in his brain would allow him to identify you and assume the appropriate posture.
"Fifteen to six" your voice acted on him like a bucket of cold water. He rose rather quickly, causing a dull ache to set in his head at which he hissed, catching himself. "Are you okay?" the worry was palpable in your voice. You looked at his figure. His eyes were red and swollen and the shirt he was wearing should definitely have been washed at least a few times.
" I'm fine." you were pained by the tone with which he replied "What are you doing here?" he turned his head away avoiding your gaze.
"Leon after all I can see that-"
"How did you get in here?" he raised his tone slightly. Again.
Your expression changed from concerned to much more stern in the blink of an eye. "Not in that tone Leon. I'm here because you're acting like a shit, even though you're older than me." you began crossing your arms over your chest. He also changed his posture and finally looked at you. "You haven't spoken to anyone, and believe it. There are people who care about you." the expression on his face softened "Chris asked me to look in on you…. But as I see it, unnecessarily." You got out of bed heading in the direction you came from.
Tears flowed into your eyes but you, as a strong young woman, did not let a single one flow. You are not going to cry through him again, even less in his flat. You passed all the rubbish and grabbed the handle of the front door with the intention of leaving once and for all.
"Y/N wait." Leon's strong hand caught your forearm. You gave him a really stern look which made Leon crack in front of you for the first time. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes which he felt, so he lowered his head. "I didn't mean to… I-I…" the tears fell on the light panels "I can't cope without you…"
His legs trembled, probably through lack of any energy. You saw all those junk food wrappers…. After all, Leon really couldn't cope in the kitchen and it was up to you to cook him whatever he wanted.
"Lee." you let him pull you onto his lap and hide his face in the hollow of your neck. His hands tightened on your blouse in turn yours rode slowly down his back.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said that day." his voice was breaking and he clung to you even more, as if to reassure himself that you were really here. "I love you… I love you so much Y/N. I beg… Don't leave."
Your heart was rumbling and more than a thousand thoughts were swirling around in your head. He was still your Leon and that would never, but never change. No matter what he did, you loved this guy with your full self.
"I beg Y/N.. I promise that-"
"Sit tight already" you smiled to yourself placing a small kiss on his head "You're a damn asshole Leon" he looked at you with a questioning look. You put your hands around his cheeks wiping a single tear falling from his eye. "But I love you so much. We're going to rebuild this together, okay?" he nodded slightly and a sigh of relief came from his lips as you hugged him tightly not noticing how much of a lamentable state he was in.
"Together…"
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passports-pls · 7 months
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I was very disappointed in the lack of quality Mine playlists so I made my own 🤞
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Listen here
you COULD listen to it in your own free time OR you could listen to it alongside my mentally insane directors commentary 😌
(under the cut)
for the sake of this post not getting too long I am grouping all the important songs into different categories pertaining to the different eras of mine tm
Pre-Daigo Misery (Nobody - The Other Woman)
This section is mostly abt Mine being a lonely little weirdo (characterised mostly by the smiths unsurprisingly) and because this era lacks a lot of actual content my notes are less specific between songs
There are actually so many male manipulator songs that fit too perfectly with Mine in this part of his life that I couldn't resist like I'm sorry but creep by radiohead is LITERALLY about him i don't make the rules
Okay but I do find 'Heaven Knowns Im Miserable Now' so funny in this context because I'm sure Mine was forcing himself into the yakuza expecting it to be so much easier to have close connections with these other men compared to his previous 9-5, only to find its almost exactly like his 9-5 just with more crime
'Salvatore' and 'Therefore I Am' are specifically the songs I attach to his bateman-esque grindset and his bubbling hatred for most of the people he works with dsfgf
okay but THE OTHER WOMAN ASWELL. It's literally mine you wouldn't understand. He dedicates so much time to taking care of himself and setting himself up to be an actual catch of a man and yet,, no one gives a shit about him despite all the effort he puts into his lifestyle to appeal to the ppl around him
LIKE??? Kicking and screaming he's so lana del ray coded
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Just the sheer depression of this era i feel so bad for him
Yandere-mode activated (Can't Get You Out of My Head - The Killing Moon)
Self explanatory however actually finding songs that pertain to his specific brand of obsession was surprisingly difficult sfdsf
Although I will say that I cope and seethe at the fact that I had to sift through Killing Stalking playlists to settle on most of these songs gfdgsf
Theres such a delicate balance between the right amount of fluff and insanity that very few songs capture without being about literal stalking
like no in this case the stalker fucking won
that and vibes of idolizing Daigo like a god, I think 'Out of Touch' and 'Stolen Dance' do this the best
And freak because I can only imagine in all of Mine's relationships it's always been purely transactional and no ones ever put in the effort to actually talk and get to know Mine in any intimate form.
my poor touch starved blorbo
FEELINGS TM (Romantic Homicide - How to Dissapear)
THIS SECTION I FEEL GREATLY ABOUT
These songs to me are all about how Mine copes with Daigo's hospitalisation and when he wakes up. His whole internal battle surrounding his premature grief and his loss of connection with Daigo because could no longer see him as a truly living thing anymore
'Change' specifically hits when you think about it in this context. Because it's not so much about any real change in Daigo himself it's all about Mine's mental image of him now (because let's be real, Mine was way more in love with the idealised version he had of Daigo more than anything tangible about him)
IFHY is a little more of any iffy choice but I think it still convey's a lot about how conflicted Mine likely felt as well as just continuing his Yandere behaviour just in a much more sinister flavour
Okay but here's where my favourite song of the entire list is
WHITE FLAG BABY
admittedly it's completely self indulgent and ties into the mine-lives theory. But just the guilt and shame Mine felt when he see's that Daigo was indeed alive and that he was going to have to explain the past few weeks to him
yeah i would've thrown myself off that roof as well
also the lyric "I will go down with this ship" paralleling his "everyone abandons ship eventually" line just tickles my brain in the best way
'Door' and 'I Guess' are also just Mine guilt tm as well
'I guess' even more specifically because he's literally attached himself to daigo like a parasite and now he's thinking daigo's gonna break up with him I just AUGH
He KNOWS he's completely fucked up but I don't think he realises how much of a pushover Daigo is just yet and that he would have forgiven him eventually gjfdg
I'll probably update this with more notes as I remember them but for now I hope y'all enjoy the playlist!
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grogusmum · 1 month
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WIP WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY
thanks for tagging me @nerdieforpedro Honestly I'm just glad I have something new to share. I have had other lovely moots tag me for WIP games and I've just had nothing, my writer's block has been going on for months, BUT I did make some progress!! WooHoo
Okay so as I understand it, I share two snippets?
From A Dark and Stormy Night (Lighthouse Keeper!Frankie Morales x f!Reader)
When you join Frankie in the kitchen, where he is again standing over the stove, a delicious scent reminds you of coming home after a long walk from school. The wind is howling and you can hear the crash of the waves, the pound of them light rumbling thunder, its only rival the whip crack of the actual thunder chasing the lighting strikes illuminating the windows.  “Where’s Cisco?” “Weather like this he likes to be below,” Frankie says back still turned, “I have him set up with his bed down there so he doesn’t get anxious.” “Oh,” you finally feel a little more at ease about not seeing neither hide nor hair of the beast of a dog all day. “It’s going to be dark early due to the storm and I’ll have duties up above. I’m going to ask you to stay in the living quarters. I’ll sleep up there so, um. Just - make yourself at home.”    
From A KInd Hearted Woman (Depression Era!Ezra x f!Reader)
Ezra had been riding the rails for several years now, picking up jobs where he could. Making his way up from the Gulf Coast looking for work. A factory here, a fishing boat there, both dangerous endeavors, but he was a lucky fellow. His mother always said he was like a tomcat with nine lives, but with every life he gambled she paid for it with a new gray hair to show for it. For all his near misses, it wasn't until he got a contract to prospect gold in Georgia that his luck was truly tested, and it was not at the cost of his dear mother's hair but his dominant arm. But he gained a compatriot after her father was killed in those same hills. Nevertheless, finding the odd job, let alone a steady paycheck was all but impossible.  He had never been so far north, luckily the seasons were turning toward the warm months up this way and they didn't have to worry about snow or freezing temperatures. The question he had on his mind was if they should go to a city where there are ample jobs, but also ample people- most with both hands to work with… or try somewhere small, where there are fewer prospects, but of course fewer people to do them, and perhaps some small town kindness for good measure.
no pressure tags @oonajaeadira @insomniamamma @writeforfandoms @ezrasbirdie @quicax3 @prolix-yuy @katareyoudrilling @morallyinept @chaoticgeminate
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abbonation · 21 days
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Lost Apprentice, Chapter I: Get Clean
Admitting you have a problem is the hardest part.
Explicit, 18+ content ~1.9k words
A/N: Welcome one, welcome all to the first full length fic of mine that isn't only smut! Blame it on the anti-depressants, blame it on the times but a bitch is needing some story goddamnit. Something with some bite to it. Which is something I've honestly never written before; that being said- feedback is welcomed and encouraged! This first chapter is shorter but I have the next few started and will hopefully update a couple times a week as I have time between work and school :)
CWs: accidental voyeurism; like 1 (one) horny thought?? It's light asf this chapter but let me know if you notice other necessary warnings I didn't include!!
Chapter I: Get Clean
A loud sight of relief escapes you upon stepping over the threshold of the combination bar and inn located— where the fuck are we? Eriadu? Ahh right, a small town on Eriadu. The jungle planet known only for its proximity to both the Hydian Way and Rimma trade route.
It had been nineteen, yes, nineteen full day cycles since your last shower, and technically you didn’t start feeling really nasty until about the seventh cycle mark, seeing as the first three were spent in hyperspace, but still. Over two full galactic weeks. No shower. And of course the Crest didn’t have even a sonic shower, yet Mando wondered why you seemed to be feeling stressed. Certainly it had nothing to do with the utter stink that was surely wafting off your body at this point, knowing full well he had the credits to install a complete fresher on the ship.
But, you were here now, a few warn down buildings, most covered in moss, but civilization nonetheless, where Mando had said We’ll refuel and rest up- then I’ll take you home.
He approached the bar where a Trandoshan man stands, wiping the counter. 
“Are your bathing stalls private?” Mando asks, hands on his utility belt. 
“Well, there are no bath stalls, but we have a bath house; it’s 5 credits a person, you get an hour. It’s public but there ain’ been a soul in there all day, so it’s all yours.” He smiles and you nod in thanks.
Mando turns to you, you can almost see the raised eyebrows on his face through the visor.
“I don’t mind sharing, I mean, if you’re okay with it.” you throw your hands up, honestly you’d wash in a mud puddle at this point if it meant feeling any less dirty than you are right now. 
He turns back to the bartender, passing him 10 credits and walking where he points, they’re just down the stairs and behind the double doors. Enjoy. You glare at his smirk.
“I don’t, uh, want to make you wait so you can go first,” Mando stumbles out, holding his towels. 
“Nah, it’s okay, you are the captain and all,” you respond- even if what you’d like to say is ‘Sounds great, if I have to smell like hot garbage for even one more minute I may implode.” 
“No really, I insist, it’s my fault we’re late getting back anyway.” He looks down at the tiled floor.
You think about how he insisted you stay by the treeline as the group of criminals passed by. There was no bounty catching or murdering scheduled for this trip, you were just supposed to be helping him find a pre-galactic war era ruin that was rumored to be in the jungle on this planet. Yet, there they were, and there he went. You had ended up intervening, shouting some shit like, “Oh no Mando! I’m so scared!” Trying to distract the attackers. Four armed men looked like they should’ve been a struggle, but he handled it no problem, especially with your distraction. They turned and two began running towards you, and Mando had to duck and weave between the other two to reach them. You had your dagger out and at the ready, slicing at one of them when he got you up against a tree. When he lunged towards your neck, you dropped your weight, stabbing the dagger into the meat of his thigh and pulling up, slicing through his flesh. He shrieked and fell in pain, blood dripping down your arms. You quickly removed the dagger, turning to run from him, when you looked back to see Mando stomping on his face. You swallow and stare at the boot shaped hole he was making, growling in effort, the other three men lay surrounding Mando. You hold the knife out again when he turns towards you, an unintentional move following what you just bared witness to. 
He stepped forward, “Why did you do that?” He’s angry. 
“I-I’m sorry I was trying-” you sound weak, and you hate it.
“I don’t care about ‘trying to help’. You could’ve been killed. Or worse, and you know it.” He’s closer now, still angry, but less yelling in your face.
“I thought I could help.” You say to the ground. 
He releases a breath and turns, resuming the trek back out of the forest towards the Crest. 
And after the small amount of back and forth, here you are. Sharing the deep stone bath, overflowing with steamy lavender and salt scented water, the stained glass inlaid in the ceiling casts a spectacular light on the room and a thin divider made of spindly, vine-like woven reed material separates you and Mando. 
You’re sure he won’t take the helmet off, that’s his prerogative, though. For now you let the hot water loosen your tight muscles and bones, cramped from the lack of moving room on the ship. There’s a tense silence between you, save for the trickling water and distant sounds of the bar beyond the doors.
“Listen, uh, about the jungle,” You hear his voice, and confirm that he still has the helmet on from the tune of his vocoder, and peek over to your right to see his blurred outline through the divider. 
“It’s.. nothing. Let’s not mention it.” You don’t want to think anymore about his over-protection despite your barely being what you might consider ‘friends’. Or the fact that you liked watching him kill the person who meant to hurt you.
“I just- don’t want to be the reason you get killed. That’s all.”
The water splashes when he puts his arms back down.
“Why did you ask me to come if you didn’t want all the help I can offer, Mando?”
“You know I didn’t ask you to come to be my bodyguard. You’re better at the, y’know, the smart stuff. And I’m better at the.. Killing stuff. They weren’t going to get the chance to mug us.”  You laugh at him then, he’s right. 
Silence overtakes you both again and you can’t seem to keep the anger at his actions at surface level when the water feels this good and he doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge.
You brush your fingertips over your scalp and down the front of your chest, brushing over your nipples and shivering when the chilly air hardens them. Too risky for now, though you are keyed up from the last couple weeks. You sink down until just your nose and the top of your head rests above the water, and blow bubbles on the surface.
“What’s that?” His voice turns towards you.
“Blowin’ some bubbles,” you hope he hears your smile, this really is a luxurious place, even if it came after a lot of suffering. “So, where to after this?”
You start to shampoo your hair, working the suds over your head.
“Like I said, I’m taking you back to Obroa-Skai.” 
“No pit stops this time, Mando?”
You’re rinsing your hair and smoothing in the conditioner now. 
“Well- I actually did calculate in a stop on Nevarro for some bounties, if that’s okay?” 
“Yeah, it’s on our way right? I don’t mind, nothing to do back at home except examine more rocks,” you laugh and lean towards the divider to grab the bar of soap when you inadvertently get a glimpse to his side of the bath through the divider.
His bare thighs with wet hair slicked to them stick out of the water, he’s leaned back on the same wall you were. His sun kissed stomach slopes down to a delicious happy trail, and you breathe out, blinking hard to snap out of your trance. “Sorry what?” 
“I asked if you like your job.”
“Yeah, um, I mean, as much as anyone likes their job, I guess. It’s nice to enjoy what you do even just a little bit.” You lather the bar against the sponge and begin washing your feet and legs, up towards your thighs.
“Why haven’t you been bounty hunting recently?” You knew there had to be a reason he needed your help on this trip, he hadn’t divulged it yet. 
The water sloshes on his side, he’s washing himself now too.
“Remember the uh, the kid I had with me last time we stopped on your planet?” 
“Sure, the green baby? That was a bounty though, right?” 
“Yeah, he was, he sort of became more than that though. I ended up.. keeping him.” 
Your scrubbing comes to a halt and you turn to the divider, “Wait, you what?”
“I kept him. He’s my ad’ika, my son.” 
Your eyes close and you shake your head, trying to make sense of things. “So you just kept this child? And whoever put the bounty out let you?”
“Not exactly, it’s a long story. I’ll explain eventually, but I asked because you helped me a lot- finding this remnant, it would be nice to have your help more readily available in the future… and I’m looking for him, I need to know he’s safe.” 
“So someone took him?” 
“No, just.. Okay. He’s a Jedi and he’s training with his master. I gave him over willingly, but I don’t know where he is now.”
“Mando you’re fucking crazy.” You have to laugh at the situation. 
“Excuse me?” He sounds wounded almost.
“I mean, not to be mean but we don’t talk, or see each other for like what? A year and a half? And you’ve had this crazy life changing journey, a child, new armor, new everything! It’s just.. wild. How do I know it’s even you under there? And now you want me to do what? Quit my job and surf the stars with you?” 
He’s quiet. 
“You’re- you’re right. It’s foolish of me.” 
You hear him start to get out of the water, splashing as he covers up in a towel. 
Fuck. That’s not what was supposed to happen. You stand up too, quickly reach to wrap up in your towel, and run-walk as quick as possible to meet him where he’s headed for the doors back to the changing room.
“Wait, Mando, that’s, that’s not what I meant.” You stop, and place your hand on his bare shoulder to turn him to face you. The T of his visor tilts down to look at your face, and where your hand rests on his skin. 
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of your search for your son. It’s just crazy how much has changed since we last saw each other, y’know?” 
You look up at him and notice his adam’s apple bob as he swallows and nods. 
“I didn’t say no. Or that I don’t want to, it's just.. insane, but that doesn’t always have to be a bad thing.” You smile and look down at his chest. 
The gentle trickle of the water spouts is the only sound, and the steamy heat of the room must be getting to your head when you move your hand down his clavicle to skate just your fingertips over the hair on his chest. He shivers. “I think I might want to. Just lemme think about it.” You move just your eyes up to meet the helmet and he clears his throat before he answers, nodding “Okay.”
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melodyfsoul1 · 5 months
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Sth I find interesting after watching the Loki Series Finale, and seeing everyone's reactions to it, is that you can immediately tell what someone's priorities were for the ending (ships aside)
Because depending on what your priorities for the Story or Loki as a Character were, people are either really hyped / optimistic for the future ... or just really freaking depressed right now.
Like on the positive side we have Loki:
- finally finding his "Glorious Purpose", his place in... well "outside" the world/ universe, becoming an even greater being, while his story comes full circle
- reaching his full potential, unlocking new powers, new magic, and being the God of Stories
- becoming one of the most powerful beings in the MCU, and hey maybe he's even able to travel freely through time now and not trapped at the space outside of time
- creating Yggdrasil and protecting it, and by that, saving his friends and the Multiverse, being a true hero
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But then on the other side we have the more pessimistic view of Loki:
- finding his "Glorious" Purpose, taking over the burden of a throne he realized he never wanted, but doing it because it was the only option he saw to save his friends and the multiverse ( though I wouldnt even call it a choice, he just resigned himself to accept it because the other options where helping the current HWR, killing Sylvie, risking a universal war or death by spaghettification....)
- making the ultimate sacrifice by chosing to "give everyone else a chance at life" over his own needs, his own future, his desire to be with his friends...
- now having the huge responsible of keeping the multiverse alive & intact for all eternity
And do we even know if he can travel freely through time? (I hope so), but how much power does it take him? What if protecting Yggdrasil means he cant leave the space outside time? That would mean he is trapped there, for all eternity, alone, having to watch over his friends without actually being able to interact with them. He will be able to see that they are okay (hopefully), but he will never be a part of their lives again.... Loki, the very character who explicitely said he doesnt want to be alone...
So depending on how you view it, the ending was either really epic, with Loki getting several upgrades and creating a new era for the MCU
or
Somewhere between bittersweet and incredibly dreadfully tragic with Loki making the ultimate sacrifice, losing everything he just worked so hard to keep (after all the struggles of his original timeline too with Thanos) with Loki probably never being part of any of their stories again, damned to eternal loneliness.
(I'm personally more the 2nd type... I do get the others point of view, it was epic and Loki unlocking his true potential as the God of Stories is insane, GOS Loki is one of my faves in the comics. And my GOD the imagery of Yggdrasil was freaking gorgeous.
But... my main priority was "Loki, for ONCE, getting a chance at life, to be himself, live, with his new found friends/ family at his side..." so you can guess how freaking sad I am over the ending... hell I dont even care about the ships, I just didnt want him to be alone... I just wanted him to have a friend...
Its like, no matter what or where, whether its the OG Timeline Loki, or L1130 or even in the comics... Loki is meant to be a sacrifice for the "greater good" or to suffer trying change or even help, like he did in the comics as Kid Loki and Agent of Asgard.
That being said, I still cling to the hope that Loki can either freely travel through time now or somehow find a way to get in contact with his friends again... of them finding a way to get to him... please, Marvel, I need a Loki who is allowed to be happy, he certainly deserves it.
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Do you have fic recs by any chance? You really seem to have a lot of comics knowledge so I trust that you know what’s accurate to the source material and what’s not :)
you know I've gotten a few asks about this and I never quite manage to answer them, because I'm always convinced that I will somehow end up with a perfect and complete rec list if only I wait to reply just a little longer.
SO I'm gonna try cutting myself off at the head this time, and not giving you a prefect list by any means, but at least giving you an answer:
Here is a collection that I'm slowly forming for fics that really feel like they're actually based off comics. It is currently very small and people are welcome to bookmark to it if they find other very comics-based fics, but it's a start.
And a couple random recs as I scroll through my personal bookmarks:
Redrawing the Lines (11k) is fantastic Batman Reborn era Dick & Tim & Damian fic, and it continues as a series after.
also the second before the other shoe drops (8k) about the same trio. AU where Damian makes a murder attempt in a subtler way--but most important, is not demonized by a narrative that instead gives everyone a fair shake.
will we ever get to the other side? (5k) Dick & Tim in a very specific era where Dick's life is falling apart and filled with trauma, and Tim has just been hit with a huge smack of grief and also trauma, and neither is at their best but they're trying.
Everything by @silverwhittlingknife is ideal Dick & Tim content, and all deeply rooted in comics. I will call out:
The Return (11k), which is Dick's pov of Tim coming back to Gotham after Brucequest
only you will have stars that can laugh (9k) which is sad and loney but also sweet on Christmas
Red Letter Day (42k, wip) in which god Dick is trying his fucking best to hold it together okay. (aka everyone is kind of prickly, Dick is stressed, there's a Mysterious Wednesday of unclear importance, and I love them sm)
@flybynightwing has equally comics-based and also absolutely fascinating and compelling fics. I'll call out:
How Far Love Goes (99k) a case fic that draws in everyone in the bat family, with a tilt towards Dick (although the Steph is also fantastic), and turns into a reflection on Bruce as a parent.
goal-oriented mindset (5k) Catalina's pov, meeting Dick again well after everything went down. Subject may not be for you, but I find it SO interesting and roll it around and around in my head. (And it is of the very very rare selection of actually comics-based fics about that arc.)
It's a Wonderful Earth-218 (7k). A thoroughly depressed Dick goes to a world where he was never born, it's a wonderful life-style.
(And carrying on with various authors again:)
Hate and Love are Two Sides of the Same Coin (5k + 13k sequel) every member of his family is forced to say what they like least about Dick. The fic makes no secret of its thoroughly contrived premise and doesn't particularly care to justify it either, but still comes out with great characterization and relationship reflections.
Mikey Dies At The End (4k), outsider pov centered around Jason as the Red Hood, which is so very confident in its characterization of him and has zero considerations given to fanon and it's an excellent read.
A Meditation on Railroading (24k), a Tim-centric fic that deals heavily with his relationship with his dad. This one is not really canon at all, but it is good, and its version of the relationship is compelling.
Young Justice Visit the Suez Canal (3k) look this one is pure 90s-style Young Justice humor. We're here for a good time.
Aaand I know there are many more good fics, but I have run out of steam and I am trying so so hard to remember that some answer is better than no answer. Though I am very sorry to all my beloved writers & mutuals who have written excellent comics fic.
Anyway final tip is when you find an author who knows what they're talking about, go through all their fics, and then go through all their bookmarks.
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i can't find the vods for the rest of your endwalker playthrough (if you even did stream the rest) so i was wondering, what were your opinions on 6.0? (also what were your reactions to That urianger scene)
I think I only did like one or two streams of it. It ran kinda bad when I streamed it, people didn't want to watch it, and I wasn't getting much out of streaming it compared to just playing it on my own time. That and I think I had a really severe depressive episode at the time (for unrelated reasons).
IDK if anyone's still trying to avoid spoilers but I'll throw it under a read-more.
It's been a while since I last played so my memory's kind of spotty. I liked it, though. It felt like a satisfying conclusion to what they've been getting at since 2.0 MSQ, and a nice little dialogue on despair and exhaustion and depression and hope, and finding ways to carry on and keep living and keep loving and keep trying. I feel like that's when the game's overall writing and theming tends to be at its strongest (yes I liked the Dark Knight questlines haha).
I remember having mixed feelings about how they pulled off the Garlemald segment & the "Alphinaud and Alisaie's shit head dad" plotline but I don't remember enough of the specifics to really elaborate on that.
Alisaie has lesbian college admirers and I thought that was funny.
I came out of 5.5 MSQ expecting White Woman Jumpscare Hydaelyn to be a little trite but I ended up really liking Venat. I felt kinda whatever about Emet-Selch coming back, but I didn't hate what they did with him I guess, and his earless-Viera boy toy was fun. Fandaniel felt like The Joker but he still felt like a fine first-act villain. The way they write him (& Meteion) in the later chunk of the game felt more interesting to me, & felt like a fun play on "Shadowbringers"-era Emet-Selch's whole "AMAUROT, BABY! GREATEST CITY IN DA WORLD, BABY! SLIMES ALL OVER DA STREET, BABY!" nostalgia. It was funny when he was The Joker, though.
Final area was thematically and visually really interesting. I'm excited we got more stuff related to Omega & I'm glad we got more "btw the dragons are aliens" stuff. I've seen a lot of people forget about that, for whatever reason. That one area right by the end that was completely desolate, with no people & no indication of who lived there, was a really good setpiece. The Namazu canonically suffer in all possible dimensions and all possible worlds and you cannot help but laugh out loud.
I kind of rolled my eyes at Zenos coming back. "By the way he's a Reaper now" felt like it amounted to nothing, but admittedly I never did the Reaper questline or the post-6.0 stuff. Getting to punch him in the face at the end was fun.
Music was good, I liked the way they played with different motifs & I really like how that comes to a head in the final boss fight.
I was expecting moon rabbits to be grating and insufferable but I liked them. I fucking love that none of this planet's moons are normal. Why are they both orbital prison-ships. I love it.
Zodiark's design owned and Hydaelyn's design was okay. Very Yoshitaka Amano design, which makes sense given how he did that one boxart for "A Realm Reborn" & she looks a lot like she does there, but I kinda wish she got to look more monstrous and weird. She kept talking up becoming a monster to do what she felt was right!!! I wish that had informed her design a little more.
Hamburgers exist & I do like that the animators got to livingly render G'raha Tia going to town on one like those weird clips of anime girls where it looks like they've never eaten in their lives.
I don't remember what you mean by "the Urianger scene". LOL
You didn't ask, but the crafting/gathering questlines were a lot of fun. I feel like they (& the guildleves) added some fun extra context to everything going on while I was going through the MSQ.
I liked it overall. I don't think it's the highest point of the game's writing, but I had a good time and felt very satisfied by the time it came to a close.
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You're Unable to Come During Oral Sex & Harry Comforts You (SMUT)
AN: i know yesterday i mentioned working on a coachella fic, which i still am, but had this idea pop into my brain last night and knew i had to write it out. let me know what you think. and i'd like to say i don't know much about antidepressants and exactly how they effect ones sex drive. so if i got anything not accurate, please inform me.
This story contains: female receiving oral sex, mentions of depression medication, crying, comfort
{ husbandrry - dadrry - kids are at grandmas house - current harry era }
word count: 1,409
You're on antidepressants and due to its side effects, you're unable to feel the stimulation of Harry's tongue when he's going down on you and aren't able to come.
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Harry really wanted to go down on you because despite loving to have his cock deep within your pussy, he also just loved the simple act of cunnilingus. You had not really had a very big sex drive due to some antidepressants you were on, but could see the toll it was taking on your sex life with your husband. And though Harry understood the reasoning for you not being in the mood here recently, he was a man after all. Only so much can be done with his own slippery hand on his dick.
Because you wanted to treat Harry for being so good to you, all the damn time, and your kids were spending the night with his mum, you agreed to have him eat you out. Afterwards it could lead to sex if you were still in the mood but Harry wasn't thinking that far ahead. Just you allowing him to eat you out was enough for him.
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Harry was doing his normal routine when eating your pussy, on the bed. His lips kissed around your mound and on your inner thighs. His hot breath fanned across your pussy. And once he decided to stop teasing, Harry licked a strip up your lower lips, right towards your clit.
Now because he was eating you out with his warm, wet mouth, Harry didn't realize how unnaturally wet you were. The medication you were on wasn't allowing you to become wet and it fucking sucked. And speaking of sucked, after tonguing his pink muscle between your lips, Harry brought his mouth back up to your clit where he decided to give it some much needed attention.
At first you thought you were going crazy. You could feel the wetness of his mouth touching your clitoris but you felt no sensations surging through your body like you'd normally feel when Harry was stimulating your clit orally. You even had to look down between your legs and double check to see if your husband remembered how to give oral sex to a women. He in fact did so you were the problem.
Harry continued to work around and directly on your clit; nibbling, sucking, stroking his tongue over the nerve, and you contemplated whether or not you should speak up about your lack of feeling. Because as of now, you don't even think its possible to orgasm while your clit is this numb to stimulation.
After a good ten minutes of Harry licking your pussy how he knows you normally enjoy it, he raises up a bit, his own spit dripping down his chin, and questions, "Is everythin' alright? Feelin' okay?"
Not having the heart to tell him your issue, you mutter out a small lie, "Yeah, feels really good. Think I'm close." Having no reason not to believe you, Harry dives right back in. He only asked you that question because you typically come rather quickly when he eats your cunt. But hey, he knew the medication you're taking has some nasty side effects and didn't want to make you feel bad by calling you out on your lack of reaction to his actions.
But once it hit the twenty minute mark, Harry knew he had to speak up again. He may love to give you head and say he could spend hours with his head between your legs, but in reality, his tongue feels like it's going to fall off. It's even getting sore to the touch. Along with his jaw muscles that are burning. And no matter his technique tonight, nothing seems to be making you feel pleasure.
Ever since Harry asked you if you were alright, you'd been forcing yourself to give fake reactions to his mouth. You kinda do feel bad but you didn't want to kill Harry's ego too much. You even thought about faking the actual orgasm but knew that would be taking it too far and he'd definitely catch on then.
Pulling back once again from your wet cunt, wet by his saliva, Harry asks in a very calming voice, "Love, yah sure you're feeling good? It's been twenty minutes and yeh haven't came yet. M'tongue feels like its gonna fall off." There was just something about the way your husband spoke to you, very sweetly and understanding, that made you start to get teary eyed.
Looking at your face closely, Harry could instantly see your watery eyes and sat up completely on his knees. Then leaning forward so he's hoovering above you, Harry coos softly, "Hey, what's with the tears, m'love? M'not upset with yah. Know your new medicine has been making yah have a low sex drive. If yah want to stop, we can. Or I can continue until yah come."
Crying a little harder now, you cover your face with your hands and reply shyly, "No Harry, its not that I didn't like what you were doing. Or that I didn't want you to go down on me. I truly did, tonight. But...... but." You have to take a deep breath to calm your voice down and once you do, you continue, "I just can't feel it, feel anything. I mean I can feel the wetness of your mouth but its like my clit is numb or something. I'm sorry. I know you wanted sex after this too and...."
Before you could rant about another self defecating issue, Harry intervenes by leaning down to encase your exposed upper body in a warm hug and whispers in your ear, "Shhh baby, its okay. I understand. No need to be upset over somethin' yah have no control over. I'm just happy you're being honest with me, now. And tomorrow we can call your doctor and see if they can put yah on a different medicine. One that won't mess with your libido as much."
With your crying calmed down a bit, you mutter, "But, what about you? You're hard still and I know you wanted sex because we hardly get time alone anymore without the kids."
Lifting his head so that he can look directly into your blurry and red eyes, your husband states firmly but still with his slow British drawl, "Do - not - worry - about - me, okay m'love. I'll be fine and whether yah know it or not, blue balls does go away on its own when left untouched. Some men like to convince yah otherwise but it's lies. Now, lets get yah wiped up and we can cuddle in bed. We don't need sex tonight in order for us to have a good time together."
You could feel more emotions coming but forced them down at the words he spoke. How did you get so lucky to have an amazing husband like Harry? You ask yourself that everyday.
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Harry climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom where he fetched a warm, wet cloth. Then he brought it back and helped wipe off all his spit that accumulated on your precious little cunt. Once that was done, you seen Harry walk towards your dresser where you knew he was going to grab you some fresh panties, but you stopped him before he could make it there all the way.
"Harry, " you say aloud, causing him to stop dead in his tracks and turn around to face the bed you still laid upon, "do you think that maybe we could, you know, cuddle under the covers naked? Just want to feel close to you even if we don't have sex."
Harry has the sweetest smile on his face as he pads back over to the bed in his underwear that he'd kept on and sits on the outer edge of the mattress. "Course, baby. I'd really like that." No matter how much Harry wants to make love to you tonight, you're his first priority as far as your health and well being. So he'd settle for anything you wish.
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You and Harry ended up under the duvet on your bed, both fully naked, and embracing each other in a hug. Your bare breasts are flushed to his muscled chest. Your arms wrapped around his back and his arms slung around your back. You have your legs intertwined under the covers and your head tucked into his warm neck while Harry's chin rest atop your head. You made light conversations at first but soon both drifted off to sleep, holding each other in the most intimate form lovers can do.
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bluewhale52 · 1 year
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Summary: Post-Busan concert, with major announcement heavy in his mind, Yoongi reflects on what's to come.
Pairing: Yoongi x female reader
WC: <1k
Genre: idol!au, established relationship, domestic Yoongi, fluff
Rated: PG-13
Warning: indirect mention of enlistment
A/N : this is just a love letter to BTS and Army's special bond.
~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~
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You enter the hotel room quietly, fully aware of the late hour. The dim light greets you, and you remove your shoes carefully. Your legs are sore from the standing and walking, but you are on a high from the concert. You tip toe to peek at the adjoining room to find your kids sleeping soundly. Glad that you don't have to deal with their night routine, you walk further into your room to find your husband in a chair, with a glass of whiskey, facing the floor to ceiling window with the beautiful Busan skyline beyond.
"Hey babe," you hug him from behind. He smells so nice and fresh, but he also feels tense. You kiss his cheek.
He turns slightly to kiss you back, and that's when you see it- the pensive, almost melancholic expression on his face. Deciding that your own shower can wait, you settle to hug him from the back.
"Had fun?"
"Mm hmm," you murmur. You met up with your friends for the Live Play at Haeundea Beach, and it was nice to enjoy the festivities simply as a fan. However, when you saw the close ups during Spring Day, you knew the significance of the emotions in your husband's and his brothers' faces.
"Sorry it took me a while to get back, traffic was a nightmare."
Your husband hums and pulls you so you sit in his lap. You want to protest that you're all sweaty and gross, but you bite your tongue, knowing he needs to have this moment with you.
"It was a really good concert, Yoon. Army and non-Army really enjoyed it." You tuck his hair behind his ear. You have always declared his undercut era is the sexiest, but this long hair is definitely moving up to take over that title.
He chuckles in response, so you continue. "That Run BTS performance really did us in. Everyone went wild. I'm sure our daughter will be bothering Hobi in no time to teach her the choreo."
You feel his shoulder shake from the little laughter he lets out.
"And, UGH! and Cypher Pt 3 was out of this world. When Joon just went off with his line, you have no idea how electrifying it was."
You feel his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. "Everything will be okay, Yoon." You kiss the top of his head.
"I know," he finally speaks, his voice hoarse no doubt from the concert. "But still, I wonder."
You gently cup his face. "They won't go anywhere. They'll stay, you know that."
"I know, I know," he sighs into your neck. "but, you know how the thought is there, and I just... post-concert depression, I guess."
You run your fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.
"It felt so good to be on stage again, and fuck, Cypher Pt 3? Felt so fucking good to do it tonight. Then it hit me that it's going to be a while till we can go back doing all that. It's just a weird feeling..." he swirls his whiskey. "Do you think they know?"
"Well," you answer carefully, "your ending moments were a bit of a giveaway, but I think Army right now are just basking in the pride that you all performed so well and so beautifully."
Yoongi tuts. "So diplomatic."
You both chuckle softly and let silence take over while the Busan night skyline flickers and glimmers before you.
"They've always trusted you, and you asked them tonight to trust you again."
Your husband nods.
"So you should trust them too."
A gummy smile slowly makes its way on his face. "Yeah," he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling further against you.
"Yoon, I need to shower."
His hold around you tightens. "Later."
"I'm gross."
"I don't care," he insists. "Just sit here a bit longer."
You smile fondly at his request.
"Everything is going to be okay," you assure him.
"Yeah, everything is going to be okay."
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They're my best friends for the rest of my life.
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Published on 25102022. Crossposted to my ao3.
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omgeto · 6 months
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Unpopular opinion
Man bun Geto >>>>>>>
I JUST??? Idk I don’t find him as attractive with hair down??
okay tbf my favourite version of geto isn't man bun geto, or hair grown out geto its YK WHEN HES IN HIS DEPRESSED GETO ERA SO HIS HAIR IS LONG STILL BUT LIKE AT AROUND SHOUDLER LENGTH, HMMM 😋 IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED. but I can see man bun geto like I do fuck with him like that.
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karinyosa · 23 days
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Gene and Brinker, good sir?
AHHH okay okay
what made you ship it?
reading the book lol. ok so i feel like there's a lot of context i need to explain for this beyond just the book's subtext bc there's a bit of personal lore here. before teaching us the book, my middle school english teacher introduced each of the central four characters with this powerpoint with a slide on each one, and the way she described them like archetypically and physically made it sound almost like (to MY middle school brain) a dating sim, in which gene was the main character. like the blurb already sounds very romance novelesque so jdkshfkh. ig it wasn't too big a leap. so we already have a baseline there.
i also think that in the book brinker and gene are a secondary and competing rivarly/friendship to gene and finny's rivarly/friendship, and i think that's where the tension between brinker and gene and brinker and finny comes from. in fact this is kind of just text, like brinker and finny i think are pretty explicitly competing for gene's attention. i'm pretty sure there are some like old asp posts from the earlier 2010s era of the fandom where people are like "brinker and gene/finny have such ex energy", but iirc it was more often finny? like i'm definitely not the only person to see this Thing brinker has going on with gene, but at the time i'm p sure brinkerfinny was the more widespread take. anyway. brinker pursues gene so relentlessly both as an antagonist and as a guy who just Needs to be doing things with him, Needs to be occupying his time and attention. and yet they maintain this weird friendship/understanding throughout. to me this was most pronounced with the whole enlistment thing, and that dynamic where gene had to choose between finny and brinker for the enlistment/not enlistment??? it just gave very love triangle energy. the intensity with which brinker is fixated on gene is like. it gives repressed queer guy with problems. it's beyond wanting to antagonize him, he just is constantly coming up with excuses to be around him and to orient his focus around the pursuit of this one guy. his need to be morally superior to the object of his pursuit feels very queercoded to me. it's a very funny contrast to other parts of the book where he and gene are seemingly chill and normal friends? boy has issues
2. what are your favorite things about the ship?
HOOOOOO okay i have a long answer for this because it has to do with how i accidentally made myself insane about them. so i have this really long winded headcanon-turned-sequel fic in my Brain and Mind about gene and brinker moving in together after the war for kind of money reasons and kind of personal reasons. gene has been depression camping in finny's family's attic for a long undefined amount of time, and brinker is like hey you need to get the fuck out of there come live with me idiot. cue several years later and this is where the fic starts. i usually have it start at the time that gene would've gone back to visit devon, because i like the idea of that whole thing happening during a hs reunion in devon town, in which he and brinker joint travel and stay with his family which is its own whole awkwardness but anyway. <- culmination of everything i've ever thought about them since eighth grade
most of my genebrinker thoughts center around this period of adulthood where they're not young anymore but they're not old either, and they have all this unresolved tension and shared trauma and resentment that spills over into their "present" relationship. i think this is where genebrinker would theoretically "actually" start, in adulthood. i think there could've been ambiguous things earlier, especially during their joint enlistment period if they happened to be together, but nothing very deliberate or openly acknowledged until much later. it's this delicious mix of both having an established very domestic and familiar dynamic, knowing this person's routines and habits inside out, and yet having this pent up unspoken something. and for gene and brinker, it's not just this quiet tenderness, although i think that's bound to happen sometimes when you're essentially apartment husbands. i think they'd blow up at each other and let things slip during heated moments that they don't mean to, mostly on brinker's side, bc i think brinker's been nursing some kind of crush since hs, whereas if gene returned brinker's feelings, i think they'd slowly build over time. their familiarity with each other is also very interesting because, while they have this odd like, daddy issues(?) solidarity in the book that again feels very queer, in adulthood, it's also this thing of like, they kind of shared the murder of one of their closest friends. my fav think about genebrinker is that they know the worst of each other, that they actively participated in some of the worst parts of each other's lives, but it's that coupled with like, arguing over dinner and visiting the parents and trying to hold down stable jobs. or i guess for something more connected to the actual book, that coupled with like, accompanying your friend to an awkward meeting with his dad
this is not even all the things i think about their dynamic or all the like underlying sources of tension in their adult relationship in my head, i also think they'd be in very different places in terms of sexuality, and that would come to a head at some point, but i'll stop here because this is a question about my favorite THING, not explain every thought you've ever had about them
3. is there an unpopular opinion you have about your ship?
i think the entire ship is an unpopular opinion lmfao. like 90% of this is my headcanons. ummm i have brinker being the more responsible of the two when i write them as adults, if still the more temperamental one, so that might be controversial? i think at this stage of their lives, he's more practical and better at home ec stuff, and gene cannot fucking take care of himself for the life of him. gene is running himself into the ground while brinker is like get your fucking socks off my floor
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pikolswonderland · 1 year
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Okay so you guys seemed to enjoy my post about my Yamask!Ingo AU, so I wanted to expand upon and explain this AU in a bit more detail, so here we go. Also this is gonna be VERY long so be prepared.
Essentially this takes place sometime after Akari’s battle against Volo and Giratina, Hisui is saved and while the space-time rifts are still occurring, they’ve been getting less and less frequent. Since stakes have greatly lowered, Akari decides to use her spare time to help Ingo get his memories back. This goes on for a few months, and by that point Ingo has regained several of his key memories, such as being from future Unova, his job as the Subway Boss, and most recently: Emmet. Obviously as Ingo regains more and more of his memories, the more he begins to feel out-of-place here in Hisui, and how much he wants to return home. Akari knows this and starts trying everything in her power to send him to his original time period.
One day, as Ingo, Akari, and Lady Sneasler are investigating one of the rifts on a mountain to find out how to send him home, the distortion from the rift triggers an avalanche. Lady Sneasler manages to save Akari from the oncoming snow, but Ingo gets caught in the crossfire, and ends up being killed as a result of his injuries. Akari is devastated as a result, not just from the loss of her friend, but knowing he would die never having gotten home. This leads her to Spear Pillar, where she makes a prayer to Arceus that there must be SOME way for him to go home. Thankfully, as Arceus’s champion, they listened, and tells Akari that they can send him home alive, just not in a human form. Arceus then turns Ingo’s dormant soul into a yamask, and sends him back to present-day Unova.
Meanwhile, Emmet has been barely holding on in his brother’s absence. The rifts that connect Hisui and the present era are parallel, so as Ingo has spent a year-and-a-half in Hisui, the same amount of time has passed in Unova. Emmet had become incredibly depressed during this period, although things have improved a bit, he’s still struggling to accept his dear brother may be gone forever. One day, he has a strange dream that night, where he’s following Ingo down a dark tunnel, and when Ingo turns to face him, he’s wearing a silver mask of his face, and Emmet wakes up (Emmet doesn’t realise that this is a message from Arceus about Ingo’s whereabouts and condition).
The next day Emmet heads out to work and operate the Battle Subway for the day (The subway system runs 24/7, but the Battle Subway specifically is only open during the day). Everything goes normal for the day until right before he decides to head home, he gets in a report from the Gear Station workers about a wild Pokémon in the underground tunnels, so Emmet goes to deal with the issue. After some exploration he finds what the worker had reported about: A harmless yamask, nothing too hard or serious, right? Well what Emmet has not realised yet is that yamask is, in fact, Ingo, who has spent the last 24 hours wandering the tunnels while also trying to process realising-your-own-death-and-becoming-a-Pokémon-as-well.
So obviously in that moment Ingo realises he’s literally now facing his long-lost brother, who has not realised who the latter is quite yet, and goes NUTS. So Emmet is now confused as this yamask starts frantically pointing at its mask and at him, and he doesn’t realise what’s happening until he takes a closer look at the mask and realises what’s exactly is going on: This yamask is actually his missing brother. Emmet and Ingo start breaking down into happy tears as the two are FINALLY reunited once more, Emmet then scoops up Ingo into his arms and runs home to process everything that’s happening.
After a bit the realisation kicks into Emmet that…well…Ingo is a GHOST NOW. Que Emmet bombarding Ingo with questions about what the fuck happened to him, while Ingo can only reply by writing everything out because he can’t talk now. While Emmet isn’t quite sure of what he was expecting, he probably wasn’t ready to see Ingo explain this entire freaking SAGA involving time-travel, amnesia, isekai, actual GODS and more.
Yeah thats gonna be really fun to tell their therapist. Their conversations from then on were basically like:
Ingo, writing down on a notepad: So then as we threw the Origin Ball at them, there was this giant explosion on light…aaannnddd then Spear Pillar was destroyed, trust me, it was INSANE. It worked though and we were mostly unharmed.
Emmet: What?! You saw the destruction of Spear Pillar, this just keeps getting even crazier, go on!
Elesa, who has been here for the last 20 minutes after getting a call from a Gear Station worker asking to check in on Emmet listening to all of this shit:
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That’s it for now, I’ll continue this in another post, but this is mostly the initial setup for what’s happening.
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nasnyys · 5 months
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HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP...I see the hype for awkward teen Louis...I now officially confirm your version as my head canon...but...what about...awkward teen LESTAT???? 😨🙊
also if they met as teenagers (#not vampire versions) how do you think they'd act towards each other??
helllooo!!!!! um okay i actually thought about this a lot a few months ago while rereading iwtv because of paul reasons. as usual i think its complicated with them. lestat wasnt half as jaded as he is in interview, and louis was probably kind of still Like That, especially since his father was still alive. i think they’d squabble a lot for sure — lestat was really fantastical and optimistic when he wasn’t in a depressive slump, which i think would maybe get on young angsty louis’ nerves a little bit, but i think overall they’d get along way better than they did at the time they met in canon. probably just get drunk together and talk about god when they weren’t pulling each others pigtails. they’re very alike in a lot of ways, and i think with lestat less iwtv-era closed off they’d be able to become a lot closer a lot quicker and have way better of an understanding of each other (which is literally. The Problem with their relationship in canon), um so net good for the most part! they’re themselves so it wouldn’t be perfect, but i think with the chance to grow into each other without most of the hardy trauma (paul, nicki, the wolves, etc etc) they'd have had way less of a turbulent relationship
also heres a baby lestat i drew forever ago
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hellhoundlair · 11 months
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So we know Jack likes to imitate dean, right? What if when Dean is absent (literally even just for a supply run or to a bar) Jack thinks it's his job to step up and be the Dean of the bunker because he thinks sam can't cope without dean. So sam starts to think its a bit strange that whenever dean is out Jack keeps trying to get him to eat and asking him how much sleep he's getting and hovering in his room, but he's kind of used to it from Dean after all these years so it doesn't feel that out of the ordinary to him. But then Jack thinks, dean would do anything for sam so that means I should do anything for sam too even if it would make him unhappy. So he thinks he's helping sam get more sleep by bringing him tea before bed that's laced with whatever drugs they have in the bunker and he doesn't tell anyone what he's doing because dean would just do what's best for sam without asking for permission so why should jack. And dean is pissed because how the fuck is the kid getting sam to sleep more when Dean himself hasn't been able to do that? And he's already suspicious of Jack so he makes sam sleep in his room with him (gen or wincest whichever you prefer, it feels so much more fucked up as gen or pre-wincest though) and Jack becomes convinced that well if dean won't drug sam to help him sleep then maybe he's not willing to do anything for sam like I would
(I'm so sorry this is so long and so weird)
do not apologies for being a free thinker. this concept is weird and good and also i love the creepiness of it. ill be honest i didnt pay very close attention and have never rewatched the jack era of the show so excuse me for inaccuracies but i rly want to expand or contribute to this idea because it has such good creepy weird unsettling potential.
i think at first it would come of as completely innocent. a little funny but endearing. like when a kid want emulate a parent and tries to try to take care of that parent the way their parent takes care of them. jack genuinely fretting over sam not taking care of himself and making steps to take care of sam instead. its cute until it becomes a bit too much. it gets weird. sneaking pills into sams food (ur mind <3), reading though his phone and forging texts and being affectionate in a way that sam doesnt usually see from jack. and his attitude stopping the second deans back every single time. i also love the idea of dean to be extremely suspicious of jack and protective of sam in this scenario. ironically, deans "jack is a monster and we need to be wary of him" attitude would drive sam towards excusing jacks behavior more and defending jack instead.
i also like to imagine that either sam and dean r in an unconventional platonic relationship type thing where they have their own rooms but sometimes they sleep in the same bed and cuddle and come across as a couple. OR. wincest but no one knows, they sleep together and go on covert dates and are physically close when no ones around (or when they think no ones around. its harder to be sneaky with jack in the bunker)
and jack has picked up on that dynamic and also tries to fill that space for him. lingering touches, brushing sams hair out of his eyes undressing him for bed when hes limp from the sleeping pills, playing with sams hair while hes asleep. and every time sam catches it a spike of panic goes through him. and whenever sam tries to ask jack why hes doing that or tell him its not appropriate jack hits him with the "you and dean do it. why cant i?" and theres so many reasons why but sam cant tell jack that with dean its different, because jack will get depressed about not being able to fill deans space. and in the case of a wincest scenario he absolutely cant tell his adopted son that dean and him are only affectionate like that because theyre fucking. jacks already overly attached to sam and telling him ''incest is okay and i partake in it all the time'' is not a good idea when jacks already pushing boundaries. dean and him shouldve really thought through how their unconventional nature of their sibling relationship would affect the development of a child before they ended up coparenting one together.
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