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shurisneakers · 7 months

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unsolved (ii)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.

A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy

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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything.

The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt.

All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime.

He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality.

But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable.

The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open–

There’s no one on the other side.

Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.

Shoot day. See you at the studio!

He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order.

The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.

He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.

He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in.

“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”

Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state.

“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”

“I have my ways.”

Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity.

“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss.

He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not.

You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already.

“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.

“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.”

Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do.

He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him.

He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied.

“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked.

You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”

Bucky’s eye twitches.

“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest.

You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”

Well. No.

“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”

Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way.

“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.

“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”

Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’.

But the sentiment is appreciated.

The studio is moderately big.

You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity.

He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it.

You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.

“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”

Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes.

“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.

You stop talking to look at him.

“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation.

If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.

“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”

“Makeup?”

“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”

Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.

“Just say it’s part of the theme.”

You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.”

So Bucky gets his makeup done.

By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.

The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms.

“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.

Bucky wants to scream.

“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.”

You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’.

Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.

“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him.

“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin.

Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.”

“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces.

“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.”

That sounds…doable.

“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate.

“Recording in three…two…one–”

The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead.

“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.

Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.

You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned.

You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this.

So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.

You kick him under the table.

The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t.

At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.

You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”

Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”

Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you?

Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”

“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”

Bitch.

“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”

“Where?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”

Bucky doesn’t add anything further.

You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue.

“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”

Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit.

“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.”

“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest.

“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”

Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”

You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless.

“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.”

Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening.

Your eyebrow twitches.

You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated.

You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top.

You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion.

You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.

Collectively, every spine in the room straightens.

“Asbestos?” you echo.

“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago.

You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this.

“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.”

You stare at him. “You’re lying.”

He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”

“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.”

“Hallucinations?”

“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”

“And the bite marks?”

“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”

“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”

Bucky shrugs.

You look like you’re going to lose your mind.

You clear your throat. “What about the priest?

Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?”

“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?”

“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”

“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better.

“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.

“You’re bullshitting.”

“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”

“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”

“Because the house was haunted.”

“By mold.”

Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch.

You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers.

“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”

The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.

But he’s already gone.

The video goes up that weekend.

It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.

To Barnes (Work):

are you ready for your influencer era

He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.

To Barnes (Work):

influenza

Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies.

The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.

And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved.

From unknown

Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.

Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name.

From unknown

Just letting you know though– he was lying.

From unknown

He doesn’t have an aunt.

Motherfucker.

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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 5

Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.

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His body was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. Bucky could hardly breathe as the king’s words cut through him like a sword against his neck. The sting of the blade pricking his skin was sharp, and a trickle of blood ran down to the sword’s edge.

“Because my daughter is fond of you, and I owed your father, you think I’d let you roam free?” Leonard pressed the sword against Bucky's neck, the blade pricking his skin until a small drop of blood trickled down.

The king saw the blood and smirked. He pushed Bucky away and wiped the blood off the blade.

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to gather his composure.

“How dare you and other rats try to demolish the monarchy,” Leonard sneered. “Kneel!”

Bucky immediately fell to his knees. “I cannot express how foolish I am, my king.”

The tyrant king scoffed. “So you still see me as your king?”

Bucky kept his gaze down. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Repeat the oath you swore to serve the kingdom,” Leonard commanded.

Bucky clenched his fist. “I, James Buchanan Barnes, as General of Veridian, swear my life to serve the kingdom and give my loyalty to King Leonard Damon II!”

“Say it again!” Leonard barked.

“I, James Buchanan Barnes, as General of Veridian, swear my life to serve the kingdom and give my loyalty to King Leonard Damon II!”

“Again!” Leonard’s voice thundered.

Each time Bucky repeated the oath, it felt like his pride and life were being trampled on. He could just take Leonard’s life right now, but if he did, he would be branded a traitor.

“You look pitiful, James,” Leonard chuckled.

Bucky’s feelings were a tumultuous storm of anger, shame, and helplessness. The humiliation burned in his chest, but he kept his expression stoic, knowing he couldn’t afford to show any weakness.

“I knew you were an idealistic person. Seeing you like this must be difficult for you.” Leonard shook his head.

“I take pride in the name of the tyrant king because of the sacrifices I made to get this throne,” Leonard said, his voice dripping with menace.

“And you?! A boy like you tried a coup d'etat?” His face contorted in fury, his eyes blazing with rage.

“I will take full responsibility, Your Majesty,” Bucky replied, his voice steady despite his fear.

“Don't worry, James. You will get the responsibility.” Leonard’s voice held a sinister note.

Bucky’s breath hitched at the tone of the tyrant king, as if Leonard had caught him in a snare. Bucky lifted his face to see Leonard’s expression, trying to read the king's intentions.

The tyrant king stood taller, dominating the room like a predator that had cornered its prey. “As we speak, my secret guard has captured your little group,” Leonard said, his voice dripping with malice.

“I will crush you, take everything you have, and turn you into an obedient lapdog for my daughter,” Leonard spat. His words were like venom, seeping into Bucky’s blood and poisoning his spirit.

Leonard leaned down, his eyes gleaming like a lion gazing at a helpless rabbit. “Do you know why I succeeded in taking the throne from my brother?”

Bucky stayed silent, but understanding dawned on him, and his heart sank.

“That’s right. There was a traitor among them who took my side. Same with you. There’s a traitor among your ranks.” Leonard’s smirk widened as he saw the realization hit Bucky.

Bucky felt trapped in a tornado, his mind whirling with the betrayal. Among his group, the strong brotherhood that shared the same goal, someone had turned against them. The thought was a knife twisting in his gut.

Leonard gave a strong pat on Bucky’s shoulder, his grip firm and condescending. “This is the last mercy you will receive from me. I let my only child marry you because that’s what she asked of me.” Leonard’s tone was a chilling reminder of the power he held over Bucky’s life.

The way Leonard spoke made it clear: Bucky was alive only because of you. He owed his life to you, and that debt weighed heavily on him.

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In another room, you are excitedly planning your dream wedding with the royal event planner. Your closest servants, who know this wedding is all you’ve ever wanted, join in with enthusiasm. The room buzzes with ideas and laughter, the air filled with joy and anticipation.

Suddenly, Bucky enters the room, his face pale and his movements tense.

“You leave us alone,” you order the servants, who quickly obey and exit the room.

You approach Bucky, touching his face gently. “Did my father do something?”

Bucky quickly grasps your hand and shakes his head, forcing a smile. “Well, it’s normal for a father to be stern, knowing his daughter will be taken away.”

His words hold some truth, but you can see there’s more to it. Your father must have said something to make Bucky this pale.

Just then, Marvin, the master of the household, enters the room, catching both you and Bucky off guard. “Forgive my rudeness, Your Highness,” he says with a bow, then heads to reach the TV remote.

The screen lights up with a news headline: “Group of Rebels Captured. The rebels were found in their hideouts. Veridian Intelligence successfully apprehended them. It was the king’s order to ensure the country’s safety.”

You gasp, “There’s a rebellion?” The news surprises you, but deep down, you understand the reason. Your father has wiped out all his enemies, but the problems persist.

Behind the smiles, compliments, and bows that you and the king receive, you know some of them harbor deep-seated hatred.

Beside you, Bucky clenches his fist, his knuckles white. His comrades have been captured, and the weight of guilt settles heavily on his shoulders. He feels the sting of betrayal, the pain of seeing those he fought alongside fall into the king’s trap.

“They haven’t done anything bad, yet,” you say, your voice trembling. You turn to Bucky, seeing the turmoil in his eyes.

“They were just trying to fight for what they believed in,” you continue, your voice soft but firm. “But I can’t condone violence either. There must be another way.”

Bucky looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and gratitude. In that moment, it was as if a breath of fresh air had swept through him. You understood him, and that understanding meant everything.

“I’ll tell the king not to impose a heavy punishment,” you said, turning off the TV and heading toward Leonard’s study. As you walked away, you felt Bucky’s hand gently grasp yours.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Not fully understanding the depth of his gratitude, you shrugged lightly. “I’ll see you later.” With that, you left, leaving Bucky alone in the room.

As the door closed behind you, Bucky's legs felt weak. He sank to his knees, the weight of his despair pressing him down. The room seemed to close in on him, a metaphorical cage of his own making. The echoes of his own thoughts reverberated in his mind like the clanging of bars, a relentless reminder of his entrapment.

His breathing was shallow, his chest tight with a mixture of anxiety and frustration. Bucky’s fingers trembled as he clutched the carpet, his knuckles white. The crushing reality of his situation settled over him, the hope he’d clung to now feeling like a distant dream.

He felt utterly isolated, trapped in a labyrinth of betrayal and duty. The warmth of your hand lingered on his skin, a fleeting reminder of the life he wished he could have—a life free from the tyranny he now faced.

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dearly-somber · 11 months

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RBF | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, eventual romance, eventual smut, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, found family, high school!au

-> w/c. 1342

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. This one is pretty Yoongi centric, but it’s important for later installments (and also I wanted to build more on Y/N’s relationships with the pack outside of Jungkook heh).

-> warnings. Yoongi’s kind of a dick 💔

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:24

-> fin. Mon., Oct. 4th, 2023 @ 22:48

-> edited. Wed., Nov. 1st, 2023 @ 09:47

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

“Why does Yoongi hate me so much?”

Jungkook looks up from where he’s been sketching a picture of what he thinks your wolf would look like if you had one, a frown on his face. “Yoongi doesn’t hate you,” he says.

“He does,” you pout, pulling at a loose thread in your socks.

“He doesn’t.” Jungkook sets his sketchbook aside to give you his full attention. “Where’s this coming from?”

You sigh. “It’s gonna sound stupid…”

“It won’t.” Jungkook holds your hand. When you finally look up at him, you’re met with a boyish grin that melts your insides.

You sigh. “I went down to the kitchen earlier to grab something to drink…”

“Yeah?”

“And…” You chew on your lip, sighing again before letting your thumb rub over the back of Jungkook’s hand in an attempt to calm your nerves. “And Yoongi was there. I accidentally bumped into him on my way out and he spilt coffee all over.”

“And he got mad?”

“Yeah.” You take a moment to get the words right, briefly reliving the older shifter’s scorn and flinching at the memory. Even just thinking about it has you biting on your lip to stop yourself from crying. “He got really mad. Started growling and cursing at me; shooed me upstairs… It’s the angriest I’ve ever seen him,” you whisper.

“Oh, angel.” Jungkook takes it upon himself to lift you up under your arms and set you back down in his lap. You’re surprised because, first of all, you never realized just how strong he is, but also because you find you don’t hate it as much as you should—nevermind “angel”.

Usually you hate being manhandled, especially into such intimate positions or poses, but you know deep down that you can trust Jungkook and his motivations, so you let yourself accept and bathe in his affection and affirmations.

You don’t mind when he guides your arms around his shoulders. You lean into him and let your eyes drift closed when his arms wrap around your back, holding you to his chest. “I’m sorry Yoongi hyung growled at you,” he says.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble into his shoulder, already feeling lighter than when you’d sat back down next to him after the whole ordeal took place. “I just… I wish I knew why he disliked me so much. We’ve been friends for ages, now! Everyone else has warmed up to me already.”

Jungkook sighs, running his fingers up and down your spine as he thinks. The feeling sends shivers down your body. “Yoongi hyung is…protective. He’s had past relations with humans and it didn’t end well for him or the people he cared about. I’m not saying what he did was right, but there’s a reason he’s such a dick to you all the time,” Jungkook explains softly, trying and failing to subtly nose at the juncture of your neck.

You pull away from him as gently as you can, sliding off his legs. As you sit knee-to-knee with him, you settle your hands in your lap and stare. Thinking.

Finally, you speak. “Fine.”

Jungkook raises a single brow. “‘Fine’? What does that mean?”

“It means I get it. But he’s got his head farther up his ass than I thought if he thinks it’s an excuse for him to treat me like shit.”

Jungkook smiles with a fond shake of his head, sighing, “There’s the Y/N I know and love. There might finally be peace in the world once you and Yoongi start actually liking each other.”

You roll your eyes, laying back down as he reverts back to sketching. “It’s not my fault he’s got a stick up his ass. He needs to realize I’m not the same human who hurt him gods know how long ago. I might be more annoying, but I’m not going to hurt anyone.”

Jungkook smiles down at his sketchbook, muttering something under his breath. “It’s actually—“

“Y/N!”

“Oh gods,” you groan, hyping yourself up at the sound of Namjoon’s voice ricocheting off the kitchen walls, “what now?”

“Don’t be mean,” Jungkook chides, shoving you with his foot on your way out the door. You stick your tongue out at him, shaking your head with a dumb smile on your way downstairs.

“What’s up, doc?”

Namjoon frowns at you as you lean your elbows against the island. “I’m…not a doctor…”

“It’s” —you sigh, waving him off— “nevermind. What do you need?”

“Yoongi’s out back. He asked me to call for you.”

“Yoongi?” you ask skeptically, an eyebrow raised.

“Yep,” Namjoon says. “Off you go.” He shoos you out the patio doors like an old lady, disappearing back inside the house after sliding the doors shut.

“Great,” you mutter. You trudge through the wet grass and mud to the little backyard leading into the woods where the pack likes hanging out when they’re shifted (and sometimes even when they’re not. Ever since you came along, they added a little bonfire and a few camper chairs for when you’re hanging out with them).

As you near the backyard, you spot Yoongi sitting, in wolf form, on one of the several rock-slash-boulder formations surrounding what is now the bonfire pit, his fur dirtied from running while it’s wet outside. Under his mud-laden paws, you spot a dirty but otherwise intact article of clothing you thought you’d lost forever.

“Is that my Toothless sweater?” you ask, surprised. You thought you lost it after forgetting it in the woods the first time you were invited to go swimming in the river with them.

Yoongi’s ears perk up on his head as he raises his head to glare at you, dragging his tongue over his maw. He sits a little straighter the closer you get, watching you so close you can feel your heartbeat instinctively pick up its pace.

“I thought I lost this,” you mumble, wrapping your fingers around the stiff fabric and tugging to get it out from under Yoongi’s large paw. You utterly fail, because the dickhead decides to tease you by pressing down harder on it and refusing to budge until you’ve exerted all your strength, nearly sending you ass-first into a puddle of mud.

You glare at him as his wolf seems to snicker—shoulders shaking and tail wagging ever so slightly behind him.

“You know…” You rub the fabric between your fingers, contemplating whether or not you’ll get mauled to death and deciding you don’t actually care. “I like you when you’re like this.”

Yoongi’s head tilts to one side, his ears flopping. How dare he look so cute when he acts like you’re the devil more than half of the time.

“When you’re shifted,” you clarify. “Guessing your mood based off the way you hold your tail is much easier than trying to decipher your emotions based off your resting bitch face.”

Immediately, the backyard fills with a low, warning growl. Yoongi’s head is back to its righted position, but slightly lowered so you can see just how hard he’s glaring at you.

“You know what, no!” You clench your sweater in your hand as you point an accusatory finger at the rumbling grey wolf. “I’m tired of you bullying me, Yoongi. Not all humans are bad, you know!” You scoff at the way his eyes widen, comically round in this form. “I’m not going to hurt you, or anyone else! Jungkook loves this pack, and I love Jungkook.” Yoongi’s tail shoots straight up, ears perked high on his head. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.”

You pause, clearing your throat so you can muster up the courage to say, “He’s my best friend. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

Yoongi stares at you, but you can’t read his facial expressions—can’t guess what’s going on behind those burning cocoa eyes of his. Not even his tail gives him away. So instead of hurting your brain overthinking his reaction, you huff and storm off, leaving a very intrigued shifter behind to contemplate several things at once.

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pondsblog · 5 months

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Boyfriend Soap Headcannons!!

cw; talks of smoking, bars, - no use of y/n

wordcount: 433

~John ‘Soap’ MacTavish is a late sleeper; don’t expect him to get up before 10 on weekends. He is also a heavy sleeper, snoring in your ear as he pulls you closer to him, his body running hot like a furnace.

~Despite not being particularly fond of dogs, he harbors an unexpected love for cats. He even takes his cat for walks, a sight that never fails to raise eyebrows.

~Has a big family, no doubt a middle child. The MacTavishs have Sunday family dinner every week, during which you get to stuff yourself full, and there will still be a tuberwear of leftovers shoved into your hands as you leave.

~Johnny is an extrovert and seems to make friends anywhere and everywhere. You leave him to grab a can of beans in the next aisle of the grocery store and come back to him animatedly talking to older women about the price of bread these days. He knows so many people, but going out can be annoying because he has to stop and greet a handful of people each time you walk down the street or get a drink at the bar.

~He can dance surprisingly well, from the jumping and spinning on the dance floor to the slow sway in the kitchen.

~He gives you his jacket when he suspects you are cold or if there is even the slightest wind. He also uses his body to shield you from the wind and rain.

~Soap ties and unties your shoes for you out of instinct. If your laces come loose, he won’t hesitate to drop down and tie them. It doesn’t matter if you get looks in public— “won’t have you falling for someone else,” he says as he taps your shoe before standing up.

~He does math when he is sad; he says he likes it when it ends in a nice, neat number.

~Social smoker. When soap is around, Ghost seems to go through his cigarette pack much quicker. If you smoke, he lights your cigarettes for you. I can also see him vaping. He loves colorful ones and tries them all.

~Johnny has many hobbies, but the ones that keep him up until late at night are repairing electronics, kettles, toasters, hell, and even a series of laptops. He is known as the ‘repair man’ around town. Everyone brings him their broken things in the hope he can fix them. He does it for free. Sometimes, it’s a quick fix and other times; he has to take the whole thing apart and replace some pieces with other ones.

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I realise now there isn't much couple stuff, but trust I will get into it more in the next post...

Love you all,

-pond <3<3

#call of duty mw2 #cod headcanons #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish x fem!reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap cod #cod #john mactavish #modern warfare #dropinthepond

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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I Love To Get 2 On. | N.JM

— Prologue: “Princess a little wider for me, I want a full view of you.”

— Summary: When the alcohol starts to taste like you getting in bed with one of the infamous biker’s called Na Jaemin.

— Genre: Smut smut smut. Minors dni. Biker!Jaemin. Unprotected sex (wrap your willies before you tap it ty.) Love drunk Jaemin. Oral receiving (f). Fingering receiving (f). They do it somewhere in someone’s bed at a party. Alcohol mention and use. Slightly intoxicated Y/n.

— Notes: Wanna Ride? — The Series.

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When they say alcohol can really bring out the real you you weren’t sure if that’s true anymore. You see you’re quite a tame person. You don’t really do all those extravagant stuff and things. You don’t even sleep around with guys much.

You’d never do an one night stand.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a thing you’d ever do because you prefer to get to know the person before getting to those intimacy levels.

But tonight was different. You had quite a bit more alcohol and it’s now starting to taste like you’re getting in bed with one of the infamous people in the party you were invited to. You see your friend was invited but you tagged along hoping to do something that wasn’t staying in and watching a bunch of kdramas like your every night.

You weren’t sure what was happening but you feel almost set free when the young man with a dark honey blonde mullet lead you into some dark room. You followed mindlessly because your brain is intoxicate and you feel like you were floating the next minute when your lips were hungrily kissing the other person now.

It all started out with you catching his eye. You stuck out a little bit. You had the expression that no one else wore that attends this party; expression of slight discomfort between your eyebrows and your corner of the lips curving downwards. Jaemin found it to be quite fascinating how you’re sipping your alcohol but each sip of your drink made you feel looser and more confident and relaxed. It’s like you transformed into a whole another person. You then started to chat with him. He took you for a small dance and eventually that dance lead to many things…

You remember how his hands around your waist felt, they feel rather muscular and scarred. They definitely do a lot of working out things because you never felt such strong grip before. Or you remember the way his eyes watch only you on the dance floor. It was such an intense dance because he didn’t blink an eye away from you. You were all he was wanting to see. And in that moment you remember your breath becoming low, unsteady and rigid.

At first he wonders if you knew who he was. You look like you’re half sober half not sober. It’s like one foot was in and the other foot was out of your reality.

To be completely honest you weren’t sure who he was at first. You heard only a few words from other people at the party. Your friend said that Jaemin was trouble. That alone should’ve been your first and last warning because your friend liked everyone nearly. But Jaemin? She wasn’t quite fond of him.

It doesn’t excuse the way now that you’re thrown on the bed with the same man your friend said for you to stay away from, kissing you so deeply and sternly. There was some sort of bashful feeling about this in your stomach created. You became more unaware of your surroundings and your own actions that you ignore everything and more to do with your own reality con-coursing. The biker felt your own mouth press to the kiss as if you were starting to accept the feeling. It’s not like you pushed him away before but you weren’t exactly ready to give yourself in until Jaemin was on top of you kneading the bedsheets with the knuckles by the side while his head tilts more to deepen your lips on lips contact that’s been happening for a few minutes.

Your breathing became unstable fast meanwhile the man above you, Jaemin, seems to be completely fine with everything that’s going in. He looks unfazed and it makes you question if he’s done this before. Who are you kidding, he probably did do this before a lot more than you can imagine and count. You’ve never exactly slept with someone when you’re tipsy and not much sober. You haven’t slept with a man at all that you never knew about.

You didn’t even know his name, it strikes you.

Your teeth slips out of the kiss as your tongue brushed out the bottom lip Jaemin frees from the makeout once you pull away abruptly. The dark eyes now open staring down at you and he can hear your voice softly come out like a silvery whisper. “Wait… what’s your name?”

That’s a first, Jaemin thought. No one has ever asked him his name before when he was about to sleep with them and have an one night stand.

It’s kind of cute to Jaemin. It was a first shocking but very sweet small gesture. But even if it was small it turns out it’s not that small of a gesture to him anymore. Jaemin liked it a lot more than he’d expect. Even if you’re drunk out of your mind you managed to ask him for his name.

The gratitude he has for you grew a little by little and Jaemin’s face leans closer taking small kisses on your jawline planting it down and down till he met the sides of your sensitive nape causing you to burst into a frenzy of goosebumps. He saw you shiver by his actions and now he finally spoke.

Your ears caught quickly on his deep voice. You wonder in your own thoughts if it was naturally this deep. “It’s Jaemin. Na Jaemin.” He whispers causing your skin to stay like a prickle cactus. He really caused your body to react with overpowering goosebumps and emotions just by speaking. Jaemin loved to see it.

The clothes scatter themselves around the room like it was a bunch of maps marking on them with a red pin point. It felt like a large medieval map becoming more and more marked the more clothes were taken and slid off. The shirt was the first thing the biker took off. Jaemin admires the bra you wore. He skilfully with one hand undos the strap which leaves your chest exposed in his front sight like a portrait art canvas piece he could stare at all day. You could become part of an art gallery he thought with how perky your beautiful breasts art he might as well lose his mind over then. Then slowly your lower clothing didn’t last long either which wasn’t a surprise when you notice how fast he worked his way on your body. It seems like Jaemin was nearly as expert as you thought he was.

Maybe a little more.

The room’s temperature was quite below what your normal temperature of your body was but thanks to Jaemin’s kisses travelled across your chest. Licking between the folding pink nipples that shine and glisten with the saliva on them, it was scorching your body more and more with his mouth warmth. You found yourself becoming even more heat-full than you anticipated. Your face experiences hot flashes from how good he works his way down your body you would never expect this to happen.

Your body was more than aroused at this point. You feel your mind breaking which was exactly what the biker wanted.

Jaemin wanted to see you become loose and loose. You caught his eyes and you keep catching his eye even now even though he has you underneath him grasping your groans between your slithering teeth. He found your reactions to be amusing too.

He knew you wanted more by the time he was down below your regional part and so he gave you what you wanted. Jaemin didn’t need to hear you begging for him because your body did that for you once his mouth took a turn on your beautiful pussy that looks to be leaking for him already. It must’ve been embarrassing for you however because you don’t even remember how fast you got wet. You just did. Jaemin worked magic on your body it seems and the biker took pleasure in giving you more of what you were aching for all along.

The way his tongue laps around your clit like it was a race. It drove you out of your own non-sober mind. You’re clenching the pillow underneath your head with the two firmly balled fists. You didn’t know this could ever happen in your life where you’re losing your absolute right mind back and forth over getting yourself ate out by the infamous biker.

The biker that your friend specifically told you not to get involved with. Your friend is going to be absolutely thrilled you feel like when you tell them what you did.

“Princess a little wider for me, I want a full view of you.”

Jaemin now said when you feels your legs aren’t as open for him as he wanted to be and you shift your hips forward and forth between Jaemin’s face where he took a home residing between your two thighs down below your pussy waiting to be pleased. You feel your cheeks heat up when he called you ‘princess’ and you wonder if he was always this much of a charmer or not.

“That’s it princess, good girl…” Jaemin softly praised going back to devouring your down below now as he leans and dives into you further more. You were so caught off guard how he spoke to you with his deep husky voice you couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from Jaemin.

Your voice was cut off many times from your incoming groans and your head starts to spin the more Jaemin pushed his mouth further on your pussy connecting with the saliva and your own lubricant. It was a sweet treat for him rather because he enjoys seeing you squirm and each time your pelvis made a movement against his face he found that to be eccentricity.

You look even better from the down angle as he saw your stomach clench when he with his teeth brushed along your clit. You were becoming more sensitive. To add on to your sensitivity that you’re so going overload with Jaemin was so kind enough to slip in a finger into your hole and then pushing in and out which caused your voice to come out even more clearer now.

The pleasure doubles when his mouth and fingers work together as he multitasks between eating you out and now fingering you on top of the list. He added the second digit and saw your face scrunch up as you’re practically sobbing out.

“Jaemin…! I’m…” Jaemin heard you shout now as you were willingly wailing out your beautiful graceful moans and he never once thought about stopping but when he heard you say you’re close, Jaemin fastens his last thrusts with his hand forward and he saw your hips push against the movement now as you held the bed headboard.

Your body spasms a little and he was met with an absolute soaking bedsheet. Whoever’s bed this is you’re going to have to change it. You lost your mind a little and it went blank. You felt your ears block out noise and all you can hear and see was static.

Sometime went passed and Jaemin was hawking his face at you trying to see if you’re still with him. At first he thought you passed out from the alcohol you drank since you’re not the most sober person in the world right now. “Princess are you with me?” He softly whispers kissing against your cheek for a moment with his teeth pressing on your skin gently and you feel your droopy eyes open a little more. Your vision returns and you can see again.

The stars you saw from your orgasm was no longer in your eyes and you feel yourself returning to reality with Jaemin whispering sweet nothing’s and asking you if you’re still ready to continue. For a guy who has some reputation that wasn’t good in any means he was pretty good to you. He even asked you if you’re going to continue or not.

Jaemin heard your voice coming out as soft as silk. “Yeah… I’m here.” You tell him and you saw his eyes grow softer only for a moment. He rubs your thighs with his hands, as if it was meant to comfort you from your massive orgasm.

He leans forward taking a small inhale close to your hair loving how your hair smells. You smell good everywhere. It had him even more of a desire to have you and continue. But he wants t make sure if you’re ready for it too.

Jaemin might have a bad boy reputation. But he most certainly treats all girls the same with respect. It’s the only certain people he treats like shit. “You okay to continue or not?” He now asked you waiting for an answer.

You felt like this was your one time opportunity to leave and never come back.

But you didn’t want to leave and not come back. You wanted to stay and have Jaemin pleasure you even more and you hope the night never quite ends. You felt like you were enjoying the party now a lot more than you could ever imagine and hope to be. In a way this biker has pulled some strings on your own heart and body maybe even your soul if he indulged even more into you.

“Yeah…” You whisper back with a soft nod which Jaemin was glad to see. He would’ve accepted a no and he would respect that.

Not many girls would say no and back away now even if they weren’t comfortable to continue. But he can tell you were even more eager to have a taste of him now. The real deal.

“Why are you so kind to me?” You now suddenly ask him and Jaemin smirks down watching you as he traces his thumb across the bottom lip. “Why shouldn’t I kind to a pretty girl like you, Hm?” He now said as he waits for you reply.

The quietness from your expression as your mouth fell in a thin line now in deep thought thinking what to say to him. He was right. He had no reason to not be kind to you exactly but many people assume he was a righteous asshole. Nothing else nothing more. You furrow and shake your head now as you sit up eagerly reaching to kiss him so Jaemin doesn’t edge you to add another answer to him. “Never mind.” You tell him as your mouth connects together with the scorching air between your mouths fuelling together and your breaths becoming as one whirling by how good this feels. Jaemin didn’t ask for a reply back anymore he was just taken aback when you kissed him now and then it was a sign to continue.

You felt a little stupid about questioning his kindness when in fact it was just an expected response to treat anyone like this. But you hope there was something more too. Or you hope maybe in the future this wouldn’t be just one time thing. Perhaps you’re getting ahead of yourself now.

Maybe you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak by continuing this process with Jaemin. But you didn’t want to believe that this was just going to be an one time thing. Because the future still has a lot of potential to work out in your favour.

What surprised the biker more now was that the position and dynamic quickly changed and he held your hips down as he was sitting up against the headboard when he saw you straddling down the lap and get on as if you were now getting on a motorcycle. It reminded him of the motion because he riders his own motorcycle and he got kind of turned on by the position when he feels all your weight pressing down on his lap especially how his growing shaft beneath you was practically seeking and aching for your pussy to wrap him nice and warm inside you somewhere. However Jaemin held your hips and rubbed them with his thumbs on the edge. He looks at you with a different type of hunger behind his eyes now.

An deprecated expression you cannot put a finger on it but he looks almost love drunk on you now. The eerie sense of contrast now that his eyes grew more emotions of lust and desire to have you because you’re the one now on top of him kissing him back with so much more power and excitement. You’re now partaking much more and it turns on Jaemin so much. Before you were letting him do a lot more.

But now you’re doing a lot more too and it just makes Jaemin glad that you want to continue this. He was already pretty hard down below with his raging cock between your legs ready to get in your own body to find a residing place to fill up to the brim. Jaemin saw you grab his cock with your small hand and it was almost thrilling to see you look down with a bit of crashing confident diminishing when you saw the size of him.

He was thick and it made you wonder if he was ever going to fit which Jaemin was quick to ensure your expression that it will fit. You didn’t even say to him what you thought. He could read your face. He didn’t need no words from you.

Jaemin let’s out a little low laugh. “You look like you’re already having second thoughts, princess?” He now said to you raising an eyebrow.

You shake your head turning to Jaemin. “I’m not it’s just…”

You didn’t say anything because you weren’t sure what to say. You don’t know if you had enough confidence to say how you think this wasn’t going to fit in. But thankfully Jaemin knew exactly what you’re saying without needing any words from you.

“It will fit princess.” He coos against your neck as he kissed it very slowly and sweetly. “Just take your time alright? I’ll be here.” It was actually quite nice to have this much reassurance. You don’t even know this guy and he’s doing a lot more sweet talking and reassurance from your own paranoia and overthinking than any other guy you met.

He was like a mind reader, you swore. He read your expression that told him you’re going to trust his words as you along down and push yourself very carefully and slowly in order to get him to fit. The length tip was already a struggle so you held on to Jaemin and he managed to calm you down with his arms wrapped round your back holding you in position. He said many things that you voided out of your thoughts because the pleasure and pain at the same time was there.

It was the kind of pain that hurts you but rather the type of stinging stimulant of your walls becoming stretched out type of pain. You loved it and hated it at the same time because it was a lot easier if he was a bit smaller however you found his kissed pressed on your neck and shoulder to be very comforting. Jaemin even kissed your cheek and pecks the corner of your lips keenly as he saw you taking him in now a lot more easily than before. It was clear you adapted and became comfortable when you took your time and he didn’t mind being patient for you. Because the night is still young. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good princess keep going,, you can do it.”

You feel like you’re becoming more and more addicted to how Jaemin was sweetly encouraging you at the same time it felt a little more genuine and comforting too. It was hot to have a guy speak to you like this. You’ve never spoken more than five words before and now he’s having your body feeling like you’re saying a lot more than just words.

When the adjustment was done Jaemin watched you slowly pull and push your bodies together and it caused a surging sensation to pop deeply inside the both of you as your walls were kissing his enraged cock between your folds. It was perfect harmony now that your bodies were like glue together and in one place now on the bed. Your groans were turning him on and it drove Jaemin insane with how you’re bouncing on his lap as you have his dick deeply inside you was impressing him even more because you were quite petite. You managed to take him in like you were a pro. It was amazing nonetheless because when he saw you bouncing more and more with your beautiful tits taking coverage in his eyes, he sucks on your breasts and leaves you gasping holding out your mouth with your palm. He teased your nipples with his teeth, sucking on them clean, your breasts were so soft he could guess they were like clouds.

Your back was arching as you ride him completely out feeling with each slipping out movement his cock came inside you again nicely without a problem now because your body took a muscle core memory from his shape and size. It’s like he was engraving your body to remember him forever with how his tip was kissing the tip of your womb it made you moan and squeal. Your insides were squelching by how good this was feeling too.

It felt like you’re approaching a new level and limit of pleasure you’ve never been able to reach before.

Only Jaemin can make you feel this way, you vow.

Jaemin was addicting to seeing you get on him and ride him like he wasn’t a human. You’re killing him doing this so much pleasure in his body he would let out slipping groans against your collarbones that he kissed softly. “Princess you’d be an amazing biker.” He compliments softly as he found his hands making way to your hips holding them with a steep grip.

It’s like your hips were a stirring wheel and you found yourself groaning wondering why he would be saying you’d be a great bike rider?

“H-how come?” You groan as you bounce forward now as your eyes look down at Jaemin’s love drunk ones. He kissed your stomach down and he murmurs softly as his hands stayed on your hips brushing them with his hands.

He smirks looking up at you now with his deep and husky low voice that has you doing absolutely laps like the marathon was nothing but a piece of cake. “Because you’re riding me so well. You have great hips.” He said with amazement.

“No body rides me better than you do.” He now said and you found yourself becoming proud of such a statement.

No other women could ride him better than you.

Your lips were connected when Jaemin leans to kiss you hungrily as he then pushed your hips down with every incoming thrust now. It became a lot more intense and fast now as if he was determined to have you orgasm now and he wants to feel it happen around his cock otherwise his life wouldn’t be complete. It felt like that to him; the motivation to have you coming undone on his cock was everything he ever wanted in this moment forward.

Your moans became muffled and so you felt yourself slipping out of reality and the same stars you saw before were becoming evident in your eye sight. You shut them tight and you felt your womb clench as you felt a warm embrace around your stomach when a harsh cramp happened.

Your orgasm was at the door and when Jaemin opens that door he feels a slipping watery sensation and warm feeling running down your thighs and his massive girth shaft inside you deeply you couldn’t imagine how deep he was within you. You gasp when your mouth broke out the kiss as your orgasm happened and you roll your eyes back a little. Jaemin let’s out soft whispers. “Atta’ girl… let it all go.” He says as you feel your moans becoming too much you couldn’t pretend to swallow them at all anymore.

Jaemin saw your expression feel like you’re flying through multi verses or something. The orgasm was pretty intense and heavy for your mind and body to take and you rest against his body as you never pulled out.

It’s like you’re faded on something you’ve never experienced before. It felt far too amazing. You feel like this was going to be memorable for you.

He kissed your shoulder now as he waits for you to return back to your consciousness. “Princess, would you like to ride with me back to my place instead?” Jaemin said to you as if he was planning to do something now afterwards with you. It’s like he doesn’t want to leave you alone quite yet. Which is rare.

Jaemin usually leaves right after he finishes. He doesn’t really form attachments to women he has sex with. But he had a feeling you’re different. He could tell you don’t usually sleep around because you’re having a frenzy mind blowing moment after each orgasm he gave you.

You wander your eyes to Jaemin’s as you feel them staring at you waiting for an answer. He’s asked you if you’d want to get on the bike with him which was a rare opportunity.

In this case Jaemin never really lets anyone ride with him…

But maybe you can. “I Love To Get 2 On.” You now said to him with a small smile as you now witness Jaemin’s face light up a little from the desire and lust when you agreed.

It’s crazy to think you’re still not sober but you managed to have the best time with an infamous biker Na Jaemin…

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lunajay33 · 7 months

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Just Us🩶

Summary: In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

A/n: This story starts when the group is on the road after Terminus but I’m gonna make y/n and Carl 18 just to speed along the story!! This is also my first Carl Grimes series! This story includes 18+ scenes, pregnancy and more

•Masterlist•

The prison felt like home, a place where we could make permanent and we did…..for a short while but then the governor came along ruining everything splitting my family up in every direction but who ever above was on our side and we found each other. We worked together and escaped and survived Terminus and now here we all were….well who survived, we lost Beth and the next day we lost Tyrese, it was hard on us all but especially Daryl, Maggie and Sasha but we still had our group that had to be worth something right?

We were walking down a road that felt like it went on forever, all the cars empty of gas, no food, barely any water, just us scattered on the road and the hot Georgia sun beating down on us

“Hey you doing okay?” Carl asked nudging my shoulder

“Oh ya I’ll be fine, just……hungry, how this beautiful little bean?” I asked rubbing Judith’s cheek as she was in Carls arms

“She doing pretty good, she’s small enough she doesn’t need much food plus she’s not burning it off cause she’s being carried all day” he said as he adjusted her

“I can take her for a while” I said holding my arms out for her to give Carl a break

“You sure?”

“Of course you know I love babies” I said smiling as I held her to my chest as she babbled nuzzling against me

“I think she likes you more than me” Carl laughed

“I must just have that motherly vibe she wants” I said teasing him knowing how protective he was of her

Carls Pov

Seeing y/n hold Judith made my heart beat fast, she’s been my best friend since grade 2 and having her be with me during all this chaos was a blessing, she was my light and peace through all the gore and despair

But along the way, I don’t know when but she changed from being my fun loving best friend to this woman who was beautiful and caring and would do anything for the ones she loved, but I couldn’t ruin what we had not in this world

But the image before me, my little sister in her arms, and how quickly Judith took to her as if she was her mother, y/n always had that caring motherly aura about her even at the prison she’d try to help the kids but now we were 18 and maybe I wanted more with her maybe with this little time we had I should tell her

Y/n Pov

Carl had been glancing at me all day, I had caught him a few times and his cheeks would become beet red and I thought it was adorable, I’ve always found Carl charming in his own way, he was kind and always made me feel included when we were younger, and when people came back from the dead he became very protective and it just made me even more fond of him plus he’s insanely cute so that’s a plus

The group found a barn to sleep in for the night it was nice compared to sleeping in the wide open, atleast this was a bit of shelter and a layer of protection even if it was old

Everyone was scattered around, I was sitting by the little fire with Carl, Rick, Daryl and Michonne while Judith was still in my arms sleeping soundly against my chest

“You tired?” Carl asked from beside me

“A little but I don’t wanna move and disturb Jude” I said as I gently played with her wispy hair

“Here lean on me” he said moving closer so I could lay my head in his shoulder

He laid his head on top of mine, he was taller so his shoulder was at a comfortable height so I wasn’t breaking my neck

“Thank you” I whispered feeling the tiredness fully from the days journey

He wrapped his arm around my back holding my waist and pulling me closer, then I felt him brushing my hair back keeping his hand on my cheek for a bit before he pulled it back

I looked up at him seeing the red was back on his cheeks that warmed my heart, our lips were so close I could feel him breathing

“I’ll protect you y/n, always” he whispered running his hand back through my hair gripping it gently, I could feel my heart beat in my chest, my wrist, everywhere

“Carl promise me……..promise you’ll never leave me”

“I promise as long as you do the same, don’t know what I’d do with out my ray of sunshine” he said smiling as he laid his forehead against mine

This moment was so tender, loving and gentle I’d do anything to just stay in this little bubble of us forever but noooooo other people had to pop it

“Okay love birds calm down” Michonne said making some laugh as we both pulled back a bit blushing like crazy, I laid my head back on his shoulder a little embarrassed hearing Carl clear his throat obviously embarrassed as well

“Says you Michonne” Carl said and that shut her up as I saw Rick smile as he looked at her with such unspoken love, they were bound to be together

Even in when we were all in despair love was the only thing that kept us going, that kept us walking and searching for something, love is all we had and for me it was everything, my love for the group and my personal relationship I have with each one of them, and my deep love for Carl it made me feel safe knowing he was there

“Good night Carl”

“Good night sunshine”

I woke up the next morning finding myself in Carls arms with Judith still in mine cozy between our chests, everyone else still seemed to be asleep so I gently traced my finger over his cheek, his little freckles and tracing down to his pink lips feeling his little huff of air when he’d snore, everything he did made my heart swell more

“Having fun?” My heart jumped not expecting him to wake up

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself” I said hiding my face against his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back

“It’s fine, thought it was cute” he said laughing quietly under his breath

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat it” he said poking my side

“Fine…..”

“How’s Jude?” He asked looking down between us both seeing her curled up sucking her thumb

“Good, still as cute as a button” I said booping her nose lightly

It was silent as we both admired her, she was so naive to everything in the world and still has that wonder about her, she was lucky she had so many people love her

“I miss my baby sister, I remember when my parents brought her home she was so little I wouldn’t leave her side, I helped my mom take care of her, always couldn’t wait to have a baby of my own and now I don’t think I’ll get that and I don’t even know where my family is”

“I’m sorry, maybe they’re out there safe and if we find somewhere safe you can always have a baby don’t give up on that, i remember how you were with her is that why you spend so much time with Judith because it reminds you of Lily?” He asked as he rubbed my cheek

“Maybe…….i just miss her so much she was my best friend before you swooped in” I said trying to lighten the mood

“You know I’m glad you spilled your lunch on me that day, if not I’d never have met such a beautiful best friend”

“We don’t really act like best friends” I said feeling those butterflies in my stomach only he gave me

“Ya I suppose not, I just can’t help it…….do you not like it?”

“If I didn’t like it I would’ve told you Carl” I said smiling softly

Later that day a guy named Aaron found us, told us about this place called Alexandria and with some convincing Rick agreed and the next day we were rolling up to the gates of this supposedly safe protected community, I looked at Carl as he was sat next to me in the back of the car Rick was driving

“You ready?” He asked squeezing my hand

I nodded as I picked up Judith and we all got out gathering by the gate as it opened, showing a little town, unscathed this whole time, nice houses kids running around, the people looked clean but we were still a little wary

“Dianna will see you each and get to know the group but while you’re all waiting you can look around!” Aaron said as he and his husband left

Everyone had their interviews and after all that we found ourselves in a nice big house setting up bed in the living room

I laid down a big comforter and some pillows to make it more comfortable, Rick had taken Judith making me feel lonely, I was so use to holding her

“Mind if I sleep next to you” Carl said smiling as he started to make himself comfortable anyways

I laid down next to him facing each other as I lifted a throw blanket to cover us both up, everyone else was getting settled for bed as well around us still hearing the murmuring of little conversations

“Do you think we will be okay here?” I asked biting my lip nervously

“I don’t know……but I know that if we are all together then we will figure this out”

More parts to come! If you like this and wanna be notified of the next part lmk and I’ll add you to a taglist!!:)

Part.2<-

#twd fanfiction #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes fanfiction #twd carl #carl grimes #carl grimes smut #carl grimes fic #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x you #twd fic #the walking dead series #Carl grimes series

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bearieio · 1 year

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my girls

older!girldad!price x younger!babysitter!reader

warnings: none really…. just price fluff, price has twin daughters bc he’s literally girldad coded and i love him :((( , age gap; price is like in his early-40s, and reader is in her early/mid-20s ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝

a/n: i wanna make this a sorta series kinda thing with multiple parts.......... but PLEASE I NEED MORE IDEAS PLS SEND THEM IN PLEASE-

during your sophomore year of college, you started babysitting for a military captain.

but of course you were sorta skeptical about babysitting for someone you’d only met a few times at your previous job.

price had become a regular at the cafe you had worked at, always ordering the same thing. a small coffee, black. you guys had talked enough to the point where you looked forward to seeing each other almost every morning before john made his way to work.

one morning he’d come in, holding the hands of two small girls who looked almost identical. the only difference. between them was their hair. the girl on his left had long, dark brown hair with bangs. the girl on his right had shorter, messier hair, and she wore glasses.

you watched as they walked up to the counter, hand-in-hand.

“hiii~” your eyes shift over to the girl with longer hair, “hello~” you replied, waving both of your hands at the two girls, eager to learn their names.

“hey y/n-” john chimes in, smiling at you behind the counter, in front of those ipad things that they use at coffee shops these days.

“oh!- these are my daughters! this is marnie,” referring to the girl on the left. she looks up at you, smiling, revealing a front tooth missing. “and this is aurora.” the girl to his left hid behind his leg, waving slightly up at you.

“hello girls!!” price had mentioned his daughters a couple times before, but you’d never met them until that day. you knew immediately that you were going to be verryyyy fond of them :)

it’s been a year and a half since that day.

since then, you’ve earned your own room within the price house, which is actually more convenient than your last place of residence because his house is a 10 minute walk from where the campus was.

at first it started out as you coming to their house to watch the girls while john went to work, while he was away, or even just when he had work he had to get done at home.

but now, you’re a full-time, live-in nanny!

another thing is that john pays you very well. sometimes you feel bad because of how much he does for you and how much freedom you have, but he often assures you that he wants to pay you and he appreciates you a lot.

“no! john-“ you try and give the check back to him, “i’m already living in your home and eating your food!” he shoos away your hands from trying to give his money back, “it’s fiinnee, y/n. i want to. and plus you're not just some nanny.. marnie, aurora, and i we- we consider you to be family!"

you pause, looking up at john, your eyes going wide. “really?”

you guys had only known each other for a year and then some. but family? since you’d cut off all contact with your biological relatives, you never thought that you’d become a part of another.

“yea! yea!” john affirms, “you do a lot around here. you’re so good with the girls and they love you. and i- i, um..” he looks down at the floor, “i’m pretty sure i love you too.”

since john’s friends and coworkers had already suspected that you guys already had a thing going on, it wasn’t much of a surprise when they were invited over to one of john's famous barbecues and the two of you announced that you’d been dating for a while.

“yea, you guys look really happy,” gaz said. “mhmm’s” and “yea’s” were said around the backyard, agreeing.

but when it came to telling aurora and marnie, it was actually quite easier than the both of you expected.

you guys had been sitting at the table, everyone in their designated places.

aurora on your left, and marnie on john’s right. the 4 of you sat across from each other.

“hey, girls.” john cleared his throat, “y/n and i have something to share with the two of you.” the girls look at their father, then at you, at each other, and then back at their father.

surprisingly, aurora was the first of the twins to speak. “are you and daddy boyfriend-girlfriend?” she asks, turning to you, her voice sounding both small and genuinely curious.

“well- i… yes!” you say, turning your head towards john to see his reaction.

before anyone could say anything, aurora stands up on her chair, “I KNEW IT!!!”

“honey- sweetheart get down from there-“ john raises his hands up, ready to catch her if she happens to fall.

all-in-all, the girls already knew as well! for 6 year olds, they sure know a lot! although, you guys didn’t really keep it a secret to begin with.

“do we have to call you mommy now?” aurora asks, her voice remaining small. you turn to her, smiling. “you call me whatever you want, aurora.” you say, not expecting them to immediately accept you, but also kind of hoping they would.

“so-so even stinky poopoo pants?” marnie chimes in, giggling as her dad helps her back down into her seat.

“if that’s what you want to call me, then so be it!” you reply, happy just being able to share moments with your 3 favorite people.

constructive criticism is appreciated!!!

#john price #captain price #call of duty modern warfare #codmw2 #call of duty #captain john price #141 #tf141 #price x reader #price x you #cod fanfic #fluff #cod fluff #fanfiction #mwiii #cod price #mw2 x reader #𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊

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saphira-approves · 2 months

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Alright buckle up y’all, I’ve got a book series recommendation and propaganda under the cut for any fans of the Inheritance Cycle.

If you read our beloved farmboy-turned-dragon-rider books and had a particular fondness for: the idea of an order of individuals chosen to be both partner and rider to powerful and beautiful magical creatures; Snowfire; an immortal evil that resurfaces in disguised and unexpected forms (specifically referencing the Draumar cult which we now know had influence in Galbatorix’s rise to power); and/or the juicy juicy drama of complicated parent-child relationships, then oh boy do I have a recommendation for you.

Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar series, comprising of many, MANY individuals novels, trilogies, and short story anthologies. I don’t currently have a count for the exact total of published books, as I’ve been getting most of these from my local secondhand bookstore, but she’s been publishing these books since 1987 and is still writing them today in 2024.

Since this is such a huge collection, it can be hard to know where to start, so first of all I’d like to assure you that you can start pretty much anywhere, with any of the individual novels or series, so long as you make sure to find the first installment of that series. Personally I started with The Black Gryphon, which seems to be one of the chronologically earliest books; Arrows of the Queen of the Heralds of Valdemar trilogy would also be a good place to start, being the first published Valdemar book, though I haven’t actually read it yet—I only just got my copy today, actually!

At any rate, wherever you start, there’s a lot to look forward to. Lackey has a knack for writing characters with depth and complexity, giving them flaws that are so well balanced by endearments that even at their worst, you can still understand and empathize with them; she absolutely refuses to write idiot-plots, allowing her characters not only to remain consistent with their established characterizations, but also to communicate with each other and allow their relationships to evolve as the characters do. Characters are allowed to make mistakes, be vain and stubborn and prideful, get angry, get jealous, get scared, and yet afterward still be received with love and forgiveness when they apologize. The magic is beautifully described and, at least for me, easy to understand; the schemes are clever, diabolical, and exciting to watch unfold. There is true, pure evil in the villains, and satisfaction in their endings.

There’s also a decent amount of diversity, which may or may not be surprising, depending on what you’ve read of 80s/90s SFF. Of the handful of books I’ve read so far, here are my observations: Lackey writes fantastic and complex women full of depth, emotion, and ingenuity, each as different from each other as their backgrounds would demand. There are several canonically queer characters across the timeline, including a main protagonist. Lackey’s worldbuilding establishes several unique and disparate cultures, drawing clear influence from many non-European real life sources, with featured characters of those cultures given, in my opinion, respectful and appreciative spotlights. There are characters with disabilities, respected both by the narrative and the characters around them. There are also non-human cultures, characters, and protagonists!

As fantastic as I have been finding these books, it would be remiss of me not to add that these books will not be for everyone. They are firmly adult fantasy, and Lackey does not pull her punches when she wants her characters to suffer. There is torture, sexual assault, suicide. Not all of this is graphically described, but some certainly is; most of the graphic stuff I have so far read is of about the same intensity as the torture scenes of Inheritance, but some of the abstractions are much more intense, and I get the sense that some of what I haven’t yet read may be both graphic and visceral. That being said, if you could handle Game of Thrones’ graphic violence and assault but disliked the persistent pessimism of that series, this one might be right up your alley!

Anyway. That’s all from me for now. I’m off to go read about characters bonding with magical creatures somewhat beyond mortal ken and going on fantastic and harrowing magical adventures. :)

#saph speaks #tangentially inheritance cycle #mercedes lackey #mercedes lackey’s valdemar series #valdemar books #the heralds of valdemar #anyway. my favorite so far is the mage winds trilogy #it’s got a proper love triangle in the second book #and by ‘proper’ i mean ‘a loves b who likes c who likes a’#unfortunately it does not end in polyamory. c is firmly too gay for that and gets a couple of boyfriends later.#please please pleaseeeee someone read these books so i can have someone to screech about them with #OH ALSO A LOT OF THEM ARE ILLUSTRATED #and some of those illustrations are SO so 80s. firesong and your crazy 80s hair i love you.

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lwamonstergirls · 4 months

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A Complete Change to the AU

Okay, I've thought about it, and I've decided that I wanna do a change up of the Monster AU in some ways.

First off, I'm gonna be changing the origins of the Monster AU completely! No longer will this all be because of a spell that Akko screwed up, but instead this will be how things were always like. Luna Nova would have always been a school for monster girls, and all the characters, aside from Akko, would've been born monsters. Akko on the other hand, would be a girl who got turned into a werecat after being bitten by one a few years before she got into Luna Nova. And in this world, no school would except her since she was no longer human, so her parents had to look up and down to find Luna Nova, since it was the only school for monsters, that was also about studying witchcraft! So yeah, the monster stuff would've always been the case. It would also allow me to go full spec evo on this AU, possibly add some hybrid monsters to spice things up, and make some kinds of views and kinds of societal norms to monster society~!

Second thing is, a few students will have their species changed, either due to me not finding those previous choices interesting enough to have them stay that way anymore, or due to me not liking how rushed some choices seemed! Plus, over the years I've grown fond of some more background witches, so I figured giving them better, more cool monster choices, would be more respectful~! Plus, I wanna have the background witches to be able to have more spotlight on them, like just as much as the main cast in this AU, so this would help for sure.

Also, due to a few characters sharing the same species as the fae folk custodians, and since they're obviously still sharing the same magical resources, that means that the school would probably need a larger magical resource than just the Sorcerer's Stone. Which means, that strike episode with the fae's would never happen in this AU. Which is good since I abhor that episode. Literally the only episode of the anime that I cannot stand. Then again, it's probably best for the fae's that that never happens. Because if they did start attacking the students, the dragons like Sarah would vaporize them. So yeah, that episode never happens.

In fact that's another thing I should bring up! Since the background characters are no longer background characters, and since everyone is a monster of a different species with certain abilities, the series will obviously take some different turns, have some relationships established that weren't there in the original, have plot points that weren't in the original series, and just have it overall be much more distinct from the original series, so that it doesn't feel like I'm just mimicking it but with monster girls.

One final thing, I might redo my previous bios, since the plot is different and obviously some new rules should be established for this world. Don't worry though, none of the girls I talked about already will have their species changed (except maybe Mary's), and I'll keep the stuff about their biology that I've already talked about in the post, just with some changes to the world building and maybe add some stuff if I feel like it. Because the zoology part of my brain really loves talking about the biology, spec evo, and world building of this AU~!It makes me genuinely happy that I'm reviving it and being able to actually do something with it~!

Okay, I think that's everything! I hope you all enjoyed this news and be sure to stick around because the next post is coming soon! Bye~!

#little witch academia #little witch academia au #monster witches #monster au #monster girls #news #update

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dalmascan-requiem · 5 months

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Ensembles: Curry

(Vierapril Day 17 - Meal)

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A warm meal is always welcome, and it can remind you of fond memories.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

(vierapril main post)

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A series of short scenes involving curry. It's my favorite food and it happens to be the boys' favorite food as well, albeit for more sentimental reasons.

The recipe used throughout is a simplified version of the Japanese curry I make :) The formatting of the recipe bits doesn't quite work on Tumblr, but I think the point still gets across.

Gather ingredients–make sure there is a starch or meat to help thicken

Finely chop the vegetables

Place in pot with a bit of water and salt and wait until soft (butter and white wine are good too)

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"What are you making, Gemna?"

Gale curiously looks over the Bangaa's shoulder at the pot she was stirring, which causes her to snicker. "It's curry, surely you've had it before?"

"I have, but… it hasn't looked like this before."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"N-Nothing! Nothing bad." Gale quickly waves his hands in apology before continuing. "I just wanted to know how you make it."

"Well, I'm happy to teach you." Gemna flashes a toothy smile. "But the truly great thing about curry is that there are so many ways to prepare it, different spices you can use… no two recipes will taste the same."

She stirs the pot again before waving Gale over. "Of course, my curry is the best, though. Taste it."

With a nod, the Viera tastes the curry. "Huh… this is… sweet? The other curries I've tried have been spicy."

"And that's why my curry is so much better." Gemna gives a self-satisfied huff. "Spicy curry can upset the patrons' stomachs, especially after they've been drinking. But this sweeter curry has a more gentle kick, and it's hardy enough to help our customers sober up."

"...Sober up to have them buy more drinks?"

"Exactly. Now, come here, I'll show you what I used…"

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When to add meat? Do what feels right

When vegetables are soft, add more water and salt More water means thinner curry

Bring to simmer

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"Here you are. Make sure to eat up, okay? You'll heal faster with a full stomach."

"How could I not?" The injured Resistance soldier grins at Gale as he takes the food. "Your food always reminds me of home. Especially your curry!"

Gale returns the grin with a smile of his own. "That makes me happy. Just don't eat it too fast."

He chuckles as the soldier nods, unable to reply with food in his mouth. "Now then, what's next…"

"I believe you're forgetting something."

Gale quickly turns to the source of the voice, unable to hold back his excitement. "Laurent! You're back. How was everything? Did you get some curry?"

Laurent gives an exasperated huff as he holds up two plates. "Yes, I did, but you've forgotten to get a plate for yourself. Again."

"I've been busy, that's all–"

"You can't care for anyone if you fall ill yourself, my love."

Gale sighs and takes one of the plates wordlessly–he knew his partner was right. The other Viera quietly chuckles as he leads him toward an empty bench. "This curry smells… spicier than normal."

"Yes… the rations we have are not the freshest." Gale sits down with another sigh and takes a bite before continuing. "I needed to use more spices than normal to mask the unpleasantness. Besides, the soldiers generally prefer spicy curry anyway."

"Hm, that is true. Not that I'm complaining… you seem to be able to turn anything into a meal everyone wants to eat."

Gale feels his cheeks heat up, and not all of it was from the spices. "I'm glad you think that, my love…"

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Once simmering, add spices (a satchel is enough) (spice blocks easier to travel with but bitter—add sweetness) -- (mind the heat if someone has an Ishgardian palette)

Let cook for a quarter bell, covered

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"I did not expect to find you here, Kris."

"And I did not expect you to be awake, milord." Kris turns from the simmering pot to the Elezen near the kitchen door.

"Must you with the 'milords' and formalities? We're in private company, simply call me Hauchefant."

"As you wish." Kris felt a tinge of frustration–Hauchefant seemed determined to spend time with him and try to pry some information from him. That in itself wasn't the problem… it's just that Kris didn't understand why. The knight seemed unconcerned with earning favor with the Warrior of Light… he just seemed interested in the person with the title.

He was far too nice, especially considering how frigid Ishgard was. It put him on edge.

"May I ask what you're making? Or is that to be a mystery, as well?"

In his ruminations, he didn't notice Hauchefant coming close to look into the pot.

Too close, really. "It's curry." Kris moves away from the pot–and Haurchefant–to grab a couple of plates. "You may have some if you'd like, though I worry it may not appeal to… an Ishgardian palette."

"Sounds like a fine time to expand my horizons." Hauchefant watches Kris with a bemused look as he ladles curry on top of some rice. "Where, pray tell, did you learn such a recipe? Something from home?"

"No. But it does remind me of family."

"Family, you say? Well, then I must try it." Hauchefant takes a bite of the curry, seemingly ready to continue asking questions, but instead breaks into a coughing fit.

Kris can't help but chuckle as he passes the Elezen a glass of water. "I did warn you…"

"T-that you did." Hauchefant quickly downs the glass of water and coughs a few more times before continuing. "That is quite an… intense flavor, but a good one nevertheless."

Kris offers a small smile as he begins to eat. "If it pleases you, I can make it milder next time."

"That sounds wonderful! I shall look forward to it."

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Add honey and secret ingredient (? What did Gemna mean by this??) ~ (something sweet?)(a fruit?) (perhaps bitter) (coffee?) (needs to melt) (chocolate?)

Stir, remove from heat

Serve hot with a side of rice

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"Here you are, my love."

"Thank you." Laurent offers Kris a small smile before picking up a spoon, but he stops just short of taking a bite. "This… isn't as spicy as the curry we had in Thavnir, is it?"

Kris laughs before sitting beside Laurent with his own plate. "I don't think I'd ever be able to replicate the curry Zero requested. Nor would it be healthy for anyone to do so. Just try it!"

Laurent looks back at the curry. He notices that it doesn't particularly look spicy–it even looks familiar. "Well, you've never made a bad batch of curry…" He takes a bite, deliberately taking stock of the flavors before his eyes light up. "It tastes just like the curry Gemna used to make."

"It does! It took me a long time, but I finally figured out what her 'secret ingredient' was." Kris takes a few bites before continuing. "It was chocolate, if you can believe it."

"Chocolate? It doesn't taste like chocolate…"

"Of course not. But the sweetness helps to negate the spices' bitterness without overpowering the spice itself. Ingenious, really. I don't know why Gemna wouldn't just tell me, though…"

"She probably knew you'd figure it out. Or just wanted to tease you."

"Probably the second." Kris chuckles at the thought in between bites.

"Definitely the second."

#vierapril #vierapril 2024 #ffxiv viera #ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ao3 #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv oc #my oc #series: ensembles

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cornflowershade · 10 months

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Bless you for putting The Shipper content on my dash in 2023. Such a lovely show! I take it you enjoyed it?

OMG I DID. Like, where to start. First of all, I appreciate any show that doesn't take itself too seriously or seem afraid how it'll come off, and this is one of them. It is WACKY (and funny) and strange, and I enjoyed every minute of that. But there's drama as well, which I'm a sucker for too, and we will get to that.

Of course, I also lovedddd the cast. First was freaking amazing in this role, the way you can see him switch roles and covey Pan, like??? In fact, everyone did an amazing job. The acting was so good. Also loved Jennie as the angel of death, haha. And Ohm as Khet was so cute. Soda was adorable. And yeahhhh, Way ended up bringing emotions.

Going into the series, it was this great fun adventure body swap situation —always a good time— but obviously there was a million twists, and one of my favorite things about this show was how unpredictable the path always was. Being a show about life (and death), I think that unpredictability kinda suits it.

I like the idea of how it start with Pan, who has an idealized like, wattpad fanfic reading of the world around her—or at least of Kim and Way. Then we place her in Kim's life—via a total fanfic scenario (side note I love how everything feels so fanfic, even down to the wild shipping vibes between literally everyone at various points. the chemistry just chemistry-ing 24/7) and from there everything only gets more complex as she discovers that no, she doesn't know everything about this boy. We discover more about Kim through her, and over time through the other characters as well, and by the time we realize Kim is gone (following an ongoing mystery of Uh Oh Where Is He??) we finally have a fuller picture of him. A picture painted through the choices he made, the lives he impacted, and what he meant to people, etc. And Pan has a better understanding of both Kim and herself. As well as having to face some moral quandaries on how to handle situations linked to this extremely wacky circumstance.

She learns not to judge so quickly (like she did at the start with WayKim or at the point where discovers Kim's secrets. She continues learning this all the way to when she realizes how Khet feels.). I also liked that by the time she realizes WayKim was real, it's something that is able to hit her with gravity? By then it means something more than "ooooooh look at them, look at my ship." Because she feels the implications. Because she knows them better. Because she knows the weight of what it means after living Kim's life and after discovering that he's gone. After we learn that he's dead, it actually makes things make a lot more sense. 1) that he didn't wake up and 2) why the show gives such an investigation into his life [beyond the obvious reason, which is Pan trying to get her bearings and fumble through]—it's almost retrospective.

Speaking of the weight of things (yes this has turned into a full blown show review/meta haha) I again enjoyed how the series becomes something weightier as it goes on. Not to say there wasn't weight at the beginning, but the tone got more grounded as it progressed. Like I said before, it's a show about life and death, and the impact of both. I'd say it's also about loss and learning from experiences (even the angel of death ends up learning a lesson—double check those names!!—and being impacted by a relationship, by someone's life, as she develops a fondness toward Pan.)

Those themes start all the way back at the beginning, with Pan's body being in a coma. With her friends and stepdad worrying if she'll come back to them, and Pan being unable to tell them she's okay (ugh the drama yes). We see the impact that her absence has (and yet she doesn't truly realize until later that her absence is just as important as Kim's. That her presence is just as important his his.) That loss theme is kind of continued through the plot with Way and his girlfriend, actually. And then there's everything with Khet and Kim (yeah that made me cry), and Kim and Way (also made me cry). As The Shipper progresses, we see more deeply into every relationship and motive until we're finally able to understand the character's hearts. And by the time we do, that's why everything hurts so darn bad. It comes together so well.

The balance of lighthearted and heavy was actually really enjoyable to me, though I see from skimming through the tag that not everyone agrees here lol. But personally I liked the plot and the ending and think they worked pretty harmoniously. The series is definitely sad but I wouldn't call it a "sad show?" A reflective one for sure (not saying it's the deepest show on the planet but still) and kinda cathartic. I think it's interesting that, despite all the fantasy and off-the-wall elements, this show had a huge sense of realness to me?? While yeah, still being that fantasy story with wacky elements and lovable characters, which adds such a vibe and really makes the show xD

(Sidenote I laughed at the last line, 'so this is what it's like having a yaoi girlfriend' lmao. sorry khet. i'm not always keen on like, humor last lines—they sometimes feel out of place after sad things— but this one fit well and lifted the mood and seemed full circle. they brought it back to comedy without it being clunky. that whole last scene with her and khet was nice. now I just need to understand the after credit voiceover bc youtube didn't subtitle it AGH)

Honestly, no notes. Idk how common this take is, but: this was probably one of my favorite Thai dramas so far???

Anyway, looking forward to putting more of this show on your dash in the future xD

#the shipper #mine #ask #meta

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omg i just saw that you have been reading the “brother cadfael” series. i grew up reading those and have an immense fondness for them. i love cadfael’s no-nonsense approach to everything, including religion, but all of the other monks and their various foibles and failings are so fun too. have you checked out the miniseries starring derek jacobi? any thoughts you’d like to share about the series? :D

I LOVE them!! And I haven't watched the miniseries, but I did just find out most (all?) of the episodes have been uploaded to YouTube, so I was thinking about giving it a go. I just haven't been watching much lately because, well, I spent the last three and a half months or so doing nothing but staring vacantly at my tablet, and now that I'm feeling better, I'm writing and reading and actually getting variety in my day.

I'm actually an atheist, and something I really love about the series is that Cadfael is more worldly than a lot of the monks, but that's never presented as him being automatically superior or cleverer than them, and though I don't agree with his beliefs as a non-believer myself, I think his faith is depicted in a really lovely, gentle way that brings even a heathen like myself some comfort. I actually read a couple of these books while the results for the 2020 election were still being tallied, because it was the most interminable week of my life and I was incredibly on edge and anxious, and I decided to sit down with one of these and see if I could focus enough to read, and it actually brought me out of that nasty headspace for a while. They're my comfort reads, and I've been stretching the series out for a few years now and finally am down to the very last one, which makes me sad, but I have re-reads to look forward to. I love that Cadfael is a little bit of a cheeky bitch but immensely compassionate. I love that these are set during an incredibly turbulent period of history and yet they're infused with such love and hope for humanity, without glossing over how ugly it can be.

I actually read 'The Heaven Tree' trilogy under her real name first, and that put me onto this series. I love the Middle Ages, I love historical mysteries, and I loved 'The Heaven Tree', so when I saw that the same author had written a historical mystery series set during the Anarchy, all the pleasure systems in my brain lit up like a casino machine hitting a jackpot. And I wasn't disappointed; I turn to these every time I want something a bit cosy, when I'm too exhausted by the world to tackle anything really meaty, but don't want to shut off my brain completely. It's full of some lovely prose, and people, and I've had a lot of fun with the series. It gives me a space not unlike Discworld does, where I can go when I'm feeling like biting the human race and know that I can find some reassurances that humans can be really stupid, and terrible, but it's not yet 'blow up the planet with everyone on it' time yet.

#transdimensional-void

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My Interests!

Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m in/was into! (WARNING: Very long post ahead! If you want to see what fandoms I’m w/o the reading, just look at the tags!)

EDIT: NEVERMIND, THE TAG LIMIT FOILED ME /GEN /LH I am SO sorry, but the last few fandoms got cut out from the tag list! You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom to see them-

Crowned: These fandoms are VERY near and dear to my heart- and I’m ALWAYS willing to talk about them!

The Legend of Zelda: This is the fandom that introduced me to the internet back in 2019 (I’m a late bloomer, I know- XDDD), and kickstarted me making theories and analyses!

Friday Night Funkin: Hate it or love it, you can’t deny there are some amazing individuals out there! And for you modders out there, this game is actually heavily moddable- and one mod in particular was what caused FNF to blow up in the first place! This is actually the fandom I’m hyper fixating on right now-

Favorites: While they aren’t as important to me as the “crowned” ones, they still managed to hold my attention for a month or so- and that’s something to admire, considering how hyper my brain is!

Animator Vs Animation: This is the fandom that introduced me to Tumblr and AO3 back in the late summer of 2021- don’t worry, @ann-aha, you’re not alone! XDDD

Oh, and I can’t talk about “AvA” without mentioning the rest of the stick figure community! Shout out to Henry Stickmin, Rock Hard Gladiators/Hyun’s Dojo, Hyun, and Gildedguy! :D

Genshin Impact: Contrary to popular opinion, this game isn’t just for “nerds” or people who can afford to splurge thousands of dollars- I managed to complete the current (back then!) storyline as a free-to-player! While I’m not in the fandom anymore, at least give this one a chance?

Undertale: Ah yes, the funny skeleton man fandom /j /lh But seriously, this fandom isn’t all “Sans Fangirls”- just search up animations and artwork! Or, better yet- search up a full play through of the game (I recommend this order for newcomers- Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide) and let the story and gameplay do the talking! ^^

Just Shapes and Beats: Exactly what it says on the tin. Pro tip- once you’ve seen the full story mode, go check out KofiKrumble!

Minecraft: Of course I’d be into this fandom at some point, everyone will! I’m not into DreamSMP (please don’t kill me I’m just not interested in stuff like server-wide wars), but I AM fond of Hermitcraft and Empires!

Normal: I don’t really think about these fandoms too often, but they deserve a mention!

Harry Potter

Voltron: Legendary Defender

My Hero Academia

The Owl House (hey, while this fandom isn’t one of my favorites, you bet I watched the finale and cried the whole time!)

Doki Doki Literature Club (somewhat- in my master post, I mentioned I hate horror, so I avoid gameplay and stick to tvtropes/summaries- sorry- ^^;)

Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts

Pokémon

How To Train Your Dragon

Marvel (The Avengers!)

Mario

Splatoon

Kirby

Subnautica

Trollhunters (and the rest of the Tales of Arcadia! I LOVED that series- except for Rise of The Titans. We don’t talk about Rise of The Titans. /gen /lh)

Carmen Sandiego

Amphibia

“The Big Three”: These were the fandoms I was into as a little kid, and inspired me to start making fan fiction & headcanons!

Kung Fu Panda: Oh my god, I loved this series- and a 4th movie’s coming in 2024!

Big Hero Six: This is the OG- the first fandom I EVER got into! :D

Wakfu: Yugo accidentally inspired an OC (no info- yet! Not unless I learn how to draw!), so it’d be a crime to not include this fandom!

Well, I think that’s all- for now! If you want to learn about favorite characters, theories, head canons and the like- just ask! :D

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what're ur fave BLS of the year so far?

Looks like it's that time of the year? As gif-makers and content creators here in Tumblr BL some of us are in charge of recapping our favorite BL's this year. So far I need 10 but I only have 5 that I truly loved this year.

Kinnporsche

It's no surprise why this is number one. I watched it while I had COVID and also during long COVID and grew attached with the cast during post-show. It's probably one of the first time's I've seen a BL go full-on with production and plot. I was hooked with everything Kinnporsche during the middle of the year and even planned saving some money for their fan-meet when they went here. Truly, a star studded cast and an amazing plot that builds up for another season.

2. Blueming

Now this was something else. Never had I ever had a BL encapsulate what I was currently feeling like Blueming. The feeling of feeling lost and having to leave the past self despite being a part of you after all these years. Blueming spoke to me because I was feeling the same things that the plot was currently revolving. The feeling of finding one's self, one's comfort with others and one's acceptance of past selves. Love Blueming and can't wait for season two.

3. Semantic Error

Shameless self promo for my own gifs. Semantic Error was something sweet and not as intense as the last two that I really enjoyed. One of the BL's that I know that dips into the romantic BL's but not much of emphasis on others. I love Jaechan and Seoham. Post-show and airing I was always so fond of those two. Kinda sad that Park Seoham didn't have a chance to promote it all the way with Jaechan due to military enlistment. Regardless, I love this short sweet series and I love the chemistry between the two actors.

4. Old Fashion Cupcake

Here's what I never thought I could forget in BL settings. Middle aged men! I can't believe no one has come up with this but here it is and it is beautiful. Aging and never having to bask in the glory of experiencing things, especially "feminine" things, and finding it towards the love of your fellow co-worker. OFC is heartwarming and it shows that even in later ages we can experiences loneliness in matters that are not limited within love.

5. Triage

Here's the most underrated of them all. The reason being that AISPLAY (the company who is distributing this series) is barring it from international audiences and only allowing it to be viewed 2 days after it is aired. Then the channel deletes the video. Thus, making it hard to watch legally. It's a shame that this isn't as well gif-ed or talked about in the community. It's about a doctor who constantly tries to save his patient and falls in love with him as he tries to find ways to save his life. It's criminal how underrated this is. But, if you're not the kind to watch one hour episodes 12 times then I suppose just look at the gifs here at Tumblr. I hope they redistribute this somewhere accessible for everyone in the future.

Overall, there were alot of BL's this year. And currently they're still pumping out more. But as many as they currently are, I have to give props to these five for having an amazing story, cast and production.

#kinnporsche #blueming #semantic error #old fashion cupcake #triage #lee.txt #lee.asks

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Yubisaki to Renren Anime Episode 8 and 9 Review - Friends and Lovers.

Back to the lovely world of Yubisaki to Renren, this time covering episodes 8 and 9. As usual there will be spoilers. Also I just noticed while I was finishing this that the flags match the colors of one of the characters they are nearby. If I wanna go into overanalyzing mode maybe the flag positioning symbolizes how Yuki and Rin are very close without any issues between them while the green flag being between Kyouya and Itsuomi symbolizes how there is actually a hidden rift between them. Who knows�� I don’t actually think there is anything to the latter while the adorable friendship between the former is very clear.

Every single character in this show is gorgeous at all times, even in casual mode. We got deep into Shin’s backstory in episode 8, with it explaining Itsuomi’s relationship with him as well as his relationship with Emma. What I am taking away from Shin’s character is that he is very insecure, feeling inferior to Itsuomi. And that still seems to be affecting him now. Both in high school and in the present day, even with Itsuomi being off the table romantically he is unable to be honest with his feelings towards Emma. He is unwilling to be honest because he is assuming he would never be picked over Itsuomi even if he is not available. The girl Shin was dating in high school hit the nail on the head, he tried to use another girl to get over it but clearly could not shake his feelings. This leads to a one sided relationship that she is understandably upset by.

The above dramatic line goes to show how deep his insecurity runs, where he can directly lie to everyone when he has the perfect chance to be honest. This can also be seen as his speaking this out loud to try to convince himself that this is how he should think. I have struggled a lot with an inferiority complex, especially in high school, so I can relate to where he is coming from. It makes it even harder to change the status quo they are stuck in after Emma remarks on how nice their relationship is. The character animation continues to be really good in this episode, the way Shin’s mouth moved when he was hesitating to tell her how he feels accentuates the emotion of the scene by better matching the voice acting. This is a struggle that looks like it will continue amidst everyone else having very successful romantic pursuits as we see in episode 9.

This is my favorite outfit of the ones they showed at the beginning of episode 9, I love her hair with the black shirt. One thing that a series can do to really engross me in their world and characters is showing them with lots of different outfits in their daily lives. It breathes a lot of life into the characters, making them feel more natural and real. I appreciate when characters don’t seem like they must have a closet full of the same outfit they wear pretty much every day, and have no interest in fashion or expressing themselves. It also gives the audience more displays of the character’s identity and personality. How much this matters can depend on the show, but for slice of life and romance I really think this can make a big difference on immersion. If the characters are in situations where you are constantly looking at them in largely static ways, it is easier to pick up on details like this. In a romance show it can especially matter because they are in situations where they want to look attractive, stand out more or less, etc. It is also better on the fundamental level of making the visuals less samey. Different outfits can be a notable way for people to remember segments of the story too. Another show that does this really well is Demon Girl Next Door. I’m really happy to see this concept that I'm fond of being present in Yubisaki to Renren.

The sign language bootcamp is such a fun idea that fits perfectly for the characters. This was a great way to create new situations for the characters to be in for romantic shenanigans that feels like a completely natural outing for them. We got some notable progress between Rin and Kyouya and some sweet moments between Yuki and Itsuomi. I adore the moment when they point out random objects in their vicinity and have Yuki translate them. It was so natural and funny. We also got to make the point again of how seriously Itsuomi takes learning sign language while the others are trying but not as serious.

The mature tone that the show carries when it comes to the romance really comes through with the conversation between Kyouya and Rin. Kyouya has the perspective of someone older (they apparently have not confirmed his exact age so I am gonna go with my gut and assume he is around 6+ years older than them) who is not looking to go through the motions of playing the romance game with lots of people. He was previously in a long term relationship and that is seemingly what he desires. He is the type of person who would only put the time and energy into attempting a relationship with someone he could take seriously. This is a feeling I know resonates with a lot of older people who have moved past the type of thinking you see in romance involving younger characters. The point of not wanting to spend the energy on romance is a feeling a lot of people in general can relate to. It takes a lot of mental energy that is already taken up by everything else in life, which I appreciate the show acknowledging. The maturity of the characters is also shown with Emma directly shutting down her coworker rather than letting his advances drag on.

Continuing with the above point of emotionally mature characters, It's so nice seeing characters be direct with their feelings in a romance. Kyouya wasn’t certain if he was picking up on her intentions or not, but when presented with the chance he made the effort to bring it up and get the confirmation. Rin was nervous around him but when the situation came up she came right out with her feelings in a way that fit the conversation. He even opens up about his deeper feelings, such as feeling jealous over the phone call and being childish. That last point felt perfect, as even more mature adults still have their issues and insecurities. He may be notably older than the rest of the main cast but he still has things he can be immature over. It’s very satisfying to see characters be emotionally open and vulnerable when they have taken the time to have that openness feel earned through their friendship. I was afraid her twisting her ankle would be used to put off this conversation, but it didn’t really do that. While we did not get a clear answer as to if they are now dating, they both clearly made the feeling known to each other that they are interested in giving it a chance. And I am totally fine with their relationship moving forward in that kind of context. It does not need to be as black and white as dating or not, with their feelings known I am under the impression that they are going to see where things go naturally. Which is a valid way of growing closer romantically. I’m glad we got this focus on Kyouya that really gave us the first proper glimpse into who he is deep down, and excited to see where it goes. Honestly I was not expecting things to go this way. I thought Kyouya was not going to be interested. I correctly picked up on Kyoya’s not being as gung ho about romance, but did not think he was going to be interested in Emma. I do not oppose this development though. And at the end we get just a bit back into Oushi who is also harboring long held feelings that are not being made known. More on that next episode.

And that’s another 2 great episodes covered. This show continues to not have a single dip in quality or have anything I feel critical about. I can’t wait for more! Thanks for reading!

#anime #review #winter 2024 anime #blog #yubisaki to renren #a sign of affection

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