#we are just comfortable around eachother lmao

[ncteez]

this with jeno

(nsfw link)

anon i was at my best friend's house when i got this, and we were watching ateez guerilla fancams. . . when i tell you this isn't the first time she and I have watched porn together I'm not joking. but it was the first time we ever watched porn together with ateez as a soundtrack so that was pretty sick.

anyway, i want jeno to tower over me and ride my leg while i lick his nipples >:(

[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

your bf wanted to hug you while you slept, but you unconsciously said something which made him overthink for the rest of the night...

bf!lyney x gn!/m!reader

author's note: HEYYY I'M ALIVE. anyways thanks for so many likes/notes i really appreciate it. i didn't upload anything for the last 7 days or smthn cuz i had no motivation ☹️ BUT NOW I REALLY WANNA WRITE THIS. it's like reverse comfort

"did i do something wrong?..."

-you two regularly sleep in eachother's arms but tonight y'all were just twisting and turning throughout the entire night

-and that was the only reason that you two weren't making any physical contact

-also a reason you had an uneasy dream about some random people(your parents actually lmao) and you finally snapped at them in your dream

-lyney woke up at like 2am realizing he isn't holding you close to him

-he tried to hug you again but you flinched in your sleep and mumbled a "leave me alone" loud enough for him to understand what you said

-he put his hands back where they were and looked at you with a worried expression on his face

-you looked like you... perhaps... hated him?

-no, it can't be.

-you love him, right?

-right?

-he turned to his back just to look at the ceiling and overthink about those 3 words you said.

-not to mention, in your sleep.

-but he was an overthinker.

-what did he do wrong?

-did he upset you?

-do you hate him?

-he was so worried that he stayed awake for the rest of the night.

-looking at the ceiling, and occasionally looking out the window of the room that you guys shared.

-finally, around 8am(idk when other ppl wake up, i wake up at 7/8am) you woke up.

-stretching out as a faint smile rested on your lips.

-"good morning, lyney..." you smiled as you hugged him

-he was a little worried.

-"good morning, m-mon amour..." his voice sounded... almost scared.

-"what's wrong? did something happen? you look like you haven't slept..." you put your hand on his cheek, caressing it gently

-"h-huh? n-no, i-i'm totally fine! see?" he "smiled" as he kissed your cheek

-"no you're not. i thought we were being honest with eachother, lyn..."

-there it is.

-a "negative" reply.

-it wasn't a nightmare.

-he DID mess something up.

-"n-no! w-wait, i-i'm sorry... for whatever i did, i'm sorry... i'm so sorry, mon cœur, please, forgive me... i didn't mean to hurt you..." he buried his head in your chest, his voice sounding like it was holding back tears, clenching onto you tight as if you might just slip away.

-"what?" you said confused.

-"h-huh?..." he muttered.

-"you didn't do anything, why so apologetic all of a sudden? did you have a nightmare?"

-"n-no... i-i just... l-last night... i wanted to hug you b-but..." he started tearing up, but trying to hide it.

-"but what, lyn? don't hide your feelings from me... y'know i hate it..." you held his chin up and kissed his nose.

-"r-right... b-but then... y-you told me to l-leave you alone... i-i'm sorry..." he started crying and buried his head into your neck, holding you even closer.

-"oh... poor lyney... i was just having a nightmare, nothing to do with you... i'm fine now, you did nothing wrong, don't worry..."

-as he calmed down, he looked into your eyes sincerely.

-"you'll tell me if i upset you with anything i do, right?..." he asked, wiping his tears.

-"right, lyney. i wouldn't hide anything from you."

-"i wouldn't either."

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finally writing again after a while

not too bad🥱

i love reverse comfort sm i swear ajcbsbshds

edit: WHY SO MANY LIKES OMG I LOVE YOU ALL SM GUYS THANK YOU ALL<333

[kisses4lao]

Jamil Jamil, hes our man! (🍋Jamil x gn!reader🍋)

Okay so this is a belated birthday gift for my beloved boyfriend <<333

I mainly based the things reader says and does over things he'd personally do but I did want to post this on here so he could read it anytime

♧CW: reader is referred to with they/them but is fem bodied, smut and comfort, probably ooc jamil bc we love it when he's soft, first time sex, reader is dealing with a lot of shit fuck and jamil Is so sweet such husband, unsafe sex, its premarital too, jamil has big pp energy so he absolutely has a big pp here, he doesn't know how to use it tho pls help this man, bath sex and cockwarming near the end btw, smut smut smut oh so smutty we love him!!!!!! Also jamil cums inside?? Idk I might do that ig we'll see LMAO, oh also pet names, oh so many pet names bc me and my boyfriend use them on eachother all the time

♤!!ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC ARE 18+!!♤

♤NOT PROOFREAD yall ever proofread a smut??? Its embarrassing. Im not doing that.

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♧ it had been one hell of a week.

Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. Grim was sick beyond belief, no amount of tuna could help him stomach anything. You TRIED to buy more paper towels and better probiotics for him from Sam's shop, but you couldn't afford them because Crowley wasn't paying you enough.

Speaking of Crowley, he had to cut back on your paychecks because the school was putting out too much money for the overblots.

Ace and Deuce were over at ramshackle to help get things fixed up, but the ghosts decided that wasn't a good idea. They started throwing everything around, and one of them hit deuce in the head with a spare candlestick on accident. He wasn't okay, to say the least.

Not only that, but in Crewels class, you weren't paired up with your beloved boyfriend, Jamil! Crewel decided to pair you up with Sebek, and his loud yelling made you lose focus and fuck up the potion, earning a really bad scold from both Sebek, AND Crewel.

But luckily, it was Friday. After school. And you wanted some comfort. And what better way to get that from Jamil himself? Going to the mirror chamber, you get teleported to Scarabia.

Knocking on the door, you're greeted with the ball of sunshine of NRC, the Scarabia housewarden himself. "Hey you! I've been hoping you'd swing by, Jamil seems a little down, think you can cheer him up?" Seems like he's in the same position. No worries, you guys are always help eachother through bad times. Having kalim escort you throughout the halls, you're infront of his door, Jamils door.

Knocking on the door, Kalim yells out to him, "hey Jamil! Your s/o is here! They wanna hang out with you!" He leans on the door, ear pressed against it as you do the same. You can hear jamil yawn from the other side, seems as though he just woke up.

"Come in." He says. Kalim bids his farewell as you open the door to see your beloved. "Ah, my love, I've been hoping you'd come by." He said with a smile as he stood up from his desk. "Jamil! I'm so glad you're here, I heard from Kalim that you were upset.. are you okay?" "I'm more worried about you, dear. You've had quite the week. I've been worrying about you, thats all."

He walks over to his closet and pulls out a stick of incense. Lighting it up and putting it in a holder, he begins to walk over to you. "How are you doing? Are you okay?" He asks as he takes your hands and leads you to sit on his bed, sitting next to you after. You start to twiddle your thumbs, something he picked up that you did when you were nervous.

"I'm just.. I'm so tired... mentally, physically, everything hurts.." you say as you begin to shed tears. Jamil lightly cups your face with one hand and takes your hands in his empty one. He leaves Featherlite kisses on you cheeks as your tears start to spill, he places a soft kiss on your lips before speaking. "Honey, I know this is hard, okay? But im here whenever you need me. I'll always be here, no matter what. You're such an amazing person, everything about you entices me. You're so beautiful, and smart- and I just can't stand seeing you upset. You're so amazing, you don't deserve to feel like this, but im here for you. Always."

Looking into his eyes show nothing but love. He slowly leans in to kiss your lips. Its soft, and sweet. Perfect for him, his lips are so soft against yours. After a few seconds, he pulls away, letting a string of saliva connect the two of you as he places his forehead against yours. "I love you, never forget that." He says, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You say, deepening the kiss. You begin to nibble on his lower lip, asking for permission and when he gives you it, you slip your tongue in. His mouth is sweet, warm, comforting. You just couldn't help but want more.

You can tell he was getting excited. He usually does when the two of you make out, but he doesn't say anything most of the time. He just excuses himself and takes care of it, coming back like nothing happened. But, what if you just, took it further this time? I mean, Jamil was such an amazing boyfriend, who else would you want to take your first? You knew he was a virgin too, though you have talked about sex in the past with him you couldn't help but notice how shy he'd get when you got too close.

Taking the initiative, you place your palm on his growing bulge, just to earn a surprised grunt from Jamil, followed with him pulling away from the kiss and halting your movements by holding your wrist. "(Y/n).. what are you doing? I mean, I know what you're doing, but are you sure nows a good time? I mean, like, I want to do this, I do, but, you're upset.. you're vulnerable.. I dont want to take advantage of that. I want you to be in the right mindset for this.. thats all." He looks at you with genuine concern in his eyes, but deep down you can see a hint of lost aswell.

"Jamil.. please, I need you. I've wanted this for so long and I just need a stress reliever.. please, you're the only one who can make me feel better.." tears start to form in your eyes out of sexual frustration. Cant someone just want to be dicked down by their boyfriend in peace? Apparently not in this economy.

Jamil takes a second to think, hand still cupping your face as he avoids looking you in the eye. Looking back at you, he begins to speak. "I just don't want you to think im taking advantage of your vulnerability. So, tell me you want this, and I'll give you everything I have. Promise." He says as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want this, I want you Jamil." You say with a nod. A smile shows on his face as he stands up and walks to his bathroom. Coming back after a few moments, he has some things in his hands. "I have condoms and stuff, but if you want to we can do it raw and have you take plan b in the morning? Whatever you want dear, im fine with whatever." Taking a minute to scan everything over, you answer. "Raw. Raw is better. Cum inside me too. Please." Blunt. Jamil got so red from you saying that, he starts tripping over his words, which puts a smile on your face.

"Are you sure? Like, SERIOUSLY, are you sure?? I'm just, I-I'm flattered, really, but we don't have to do this, im okay with wearing condoms, or not doing anything at all!" Jamil says as he avoids looking you in the eyes again. Instead of answering with words, you just answer by kissing him, interlocking your fingers with his, giving them a tight yet gentle squeeze. He seems to take the hint and goes back to the bathroom with everything in hand, putting it away.

He comes back looking as red as a tomato as he walks to the bed and sits next to you. Turning to you, you're able to finally be able to catch his lips into a sweet kiss again. This one getting heated quickly with your tongues dancing in a matter of seconds. You begin to take his jacket off as he slowly unbuttons your dress shirt, leaving enough open so he can begin touching your exposed skin. Slipping of his shirt, you begin to touch his chest, reveling in how toned his stomach is.

He begins to slip off your panties with one hand while the other touches the plush of your thighs. Taking the undergarments off and throwing them somewhere in the room, the takes his middle and ring finger and begins to grab slick while unintentionally brushing up against your clit, earning a loud, unexpected moan from you. He begins to push his fingers into your entrance while kissing you, swallowing and hushing your moans.

As he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, he takes his thumb and begins to stimulate your clit, which makes you scream his name whilst breaking your kiss. "Shhh honey, I know you like it, but we must be quiet, we don't want anyone intruding, do we?" He says with a tease in his voice as he begins sucking hickeys on your neck in private places. You still have school after all, he wouldn't want you to get in trouble.

With all of the stimulation, you can quite quickly. How couldn't you? Jamil had two fingers inside you, scissoring and curling while his thumb was rubbing circles on you clit. Coming down from your high, you take steady breaths as Jamil begins to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants and boxers off in one go.

Placing one hand on your hip as his other aligns his long, stiff member with your entrance, he looks into your eyes with nothing bit pure love. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, or want to switch positions, or stop or anything during this, just bite my ear okay? And im not saying nibble, im saying full on bite. I dont give a shit if you draw blood i just want you to be comfortable and happy, okay?" Nodding your head in anticipation, he kisses you as he slowly sinks his member into you.

It hurts. The pain is indescribable, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as he sinks in more. Jamil begins to groan, softly saying under his breath how tight you are, how you're taking him so well, how beautiful you look. Spoonfeeding you praise after praise as he reaches you deepest ends of you.

Finally bottoming out, he hugs your waist, kissing your neck softly. "Tell me when I can move, love." Waiting a minute or two to be adjusted to his size, you speak up. "You can move now." And with that, he begins to thrust in and out of you. Choked moans fill the room from you both as he tries to find a steady pace.

Jamil begins to lean down to your ear, praising how good you feel, telling you how amazing you are and telling you how lucky he is to have you. As he begins to thrust harder and deeper, he begins to kiss you. Its more teeth and tongue than anything, you're both acting like starved beasts who haven't eaten in days.

As Jamil experimentally pulls out and slams his cock back into you, the both of you groan loudly, realizing that he hit your g-spot. As he continues to go in and out of you at a rapid, yet somehow soft pace, you begin to feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Leaning to your ear, he praises you more. "My love, you're making me feel so good. I know you already said I could, but will you please give me permission to cum inside you? You make me feel so amazing, I need you so bad." He says as you moan his name again, not caring who'll hear anymore. Nodding as permission, he releases he load into you, making a few deep thrusts so you cum aswell.

Laying together to catch your breaths, Jamil slowly pulls out, watching as your body twitches from being empty. Going into his bathroom again, he grabs two waters and some sweets for you. "Eat up. You lost a lot of energy just now. I'll go and run a bath for us."

Once you're finished with your snacks and water, Jamil carries you bridal style to the bathroom. Placing you in the bath first, he climbs in after you. He then snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. As he begins to wash you up, shampooing your hair and putting bodywash on you, your hands find their way back to his semi hardened member. Jamil practically chokes on his moan as you begin to stroke him, running your finger up and down his shaft.

He looks at you with confusion, earning a small chuckle from you. "One more round? Please?" You say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let's out a sigh, picking you up by the waist and slowly sinking you down on his now hardened cock. Getting into a position where your face is buried in his chest, you're content with not moving and just staying as is.

As he begins to wash you more, barely moving his hips as his one hand grips your waist, he starts to kiss more marks into your neck again. "My love, you've sparked something in me. Now im not sure if I can stop after 'one more round'," he practically growls in your ear. This may have been one long week, but this was going to be an even longer night.

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[yuri-is-online]

Thinking about language barriers. I think twst has entirely different languages than Earth. Including the languages we hear them speak in the game, like Rooks French. I think it might be a language akin to French, but not actually French, you know?

Ok maybe not entirely differnet. Maybe TWST and Earth languages came from the same mother language but developed in completely different ways. Maybe the version of English took more influence from Latin so its more like a formal spanglish? Kind of? When an Earth language goes right, the Twst language goes left until they're completely unrecognizable.

Yo what if TWST had a language that was exactly like modern Arabic, but that Era for the language was thousands of years ago so it's since moved on and developed into a completely new arabic. It's like old English, 11 century English is completely unrecognizable to modern English speakers.

Bro imagine a Yuu who just pulls up speaking their language but their version of the language is like. From 5 thousand years ago in TWST. They just speak a long dead language that historians have been trying to translate for centuries .

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FIELD DAY TREIN WOULD HAVE WITH THEM?

Sam probably has like a translater crystal in the back if his shop or something so they can be understood cause he's cool like that.

But bro.

Imagine Azul just asking Yuu to read this super ancient poem so that he can "check if they're lying about this skill of theirs".

But then Yuu is super confused and is like "Yeah this thing is just. Chalk full of grammar errors. Half these words would never be said with eachother in real life, where did you get this?"

Yeah turns out Azul wrote that poem. Bro thought he was all fluent and shit and then he just gets dunked on like that lmao. So now he and Yuu ate meeting up once a week so Yuu can teach him their language so Azul can maybe actually cast some ancient spells.

"-so she took her coom-"

"comb"

"excuse me?"

"It's pronounced 'comb'"

"...but I thought...so this word would be 'tome'?"

"No that 'tomb'"

"..."

"... break time?"

I'm really feeling this today ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) locked myself out of my house while a pot was on and was super stressed, life and language is bulllshit Azul I agree

Can you imagine if Azul thought he was gonna be slick and make a connection with Yuu on a spiritual level because he wrote this lovely poem but instead he just fumbles. He's in the middle of hyperventilating when inspiration strikes and he realizes he can swing this towards his advantage to have Yuu around him more. He doesn't fully realize what he's signed up for, but at least Yuu is fully aware of how much bs the rules are and is willing to comfort him.

So he was able to make a connection after all. Maybe he'll be able to rewrite this poem with some extra inspiration some time.

[lcvejoy]

i want you to stay

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw: crying? breakups? angst? hurt/comfort maybe ig kinda? very abrupt ending.

word count: 1,068

a/n: this is my first fic so be very gentle with me lmao. it’s angsty tho! we love angsty! angsty is so fun! sorry in advance this prolly isn’t the grandest, but it’s a start!

it’s been 4 months. it’s meant to be easier by now.

the breakup had been mutual. you thought that mutual breakups were supposed to be easier to cope with but these 4 months have proven otherwise.

you wish it had been messy. that there was a catastrophic argument, a slammed door and car headlights.

instead, it was mutually agreed upon that you and wil were just at two very different stages of life. with his music and your studies, you both ran out of time for eachother.

at first, you and wil spoke often. you texted daily, he called weekly, each conversation still ended with a rushed “i love you”.

but that faded out. it got quiet. it got still.

and now it’s been 4 months, and you’re sitting on your couch watching a re-run episode of a comedy show that hasn’t aired in 7 years while eating leftover take-out.

there’s a quick knock at the door. you rush to answer. you’re met with a mop of brown hair, eyes that hold so much glimmer you’d mistake it for a galaxy, and an all too familiar khaki coat.

“wil?”

he’s out of breath, leaning slightly against the doorframe with one hand while puffing out his cheeks as he takes in dramatic breaths.

“i leave tomorrow… f-for america” he takes a breath in, standing upright now, “i just wanted to say goodbye. i’ll be gone a couple months” he finishes, waiting.

“oh” you splutter, “okay”.

“okay” he agrees. he’s searching your eyes as he pauses. the pause feels too long. there’s a feeling of wariness, both of you are unsure exactly what to say.

“well… b-bye” you finally mutter, looking down at your feet.

he lets out a breath. “bye” he whispers, and begins turning around to walk off your front porch step. you stay planted where you are, refusing to watch him walk away but listening to each step he takes.

he stops abruptly. you can hear his shoes plant themselves under pebbles, can hear him taking long inhales and shaky exhales. you wait.

“ask me to stay.” his voice comes out shaky. you look up, he’s facing away from you, looking down at his feet as he plays with the hem of his coat.

“what?” you ask, though it sounds more like a plea coming from your lips. “please” he mutters, turning around to face you. you lock eyes for the first time in months. you realize you can no longer read his expression. you can’t tell what he’s feeling just by looking at his eyes. it breaks you a little more.

“a-ask me to stay. please, just ask me to stay” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear it, like it’s a secret he’s been keeping. his eyes are glossed over. you feel your own begin to well-up with tears.

“i’ll stay if you ask” he shakes his head, looking back down at his feet. “i-i’ll do anything you ask. i’ll call off the whole tour. i-“ his voice breaks, he looks back up at you, both of your cheeks wet with tears. “please” he begs.

you shake your head, closing your eyes to force yourself not to look at him. he waits for you to answer, to think, to feel. he’s always been patient with you.

you open your eyes to meet his - “i cant” you whisper, “you want this too badly, wil”.

“i want you more” he responds quickly, with a firm but wavering voice, “i want you more” he repeats, as if convincing himself it’s true. you shake your head again, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a sob. the tears are pouring now.

“i-i cant ask you to drop your whole tour just for me, wil. even if you want me to, i couldn’t-i cant do that” you pause to take a shuddered breath, looking at him once again. he stands there, staring, tears streaming down his cheek like a waterfall. “i would never do that” you finish. you stare at one another, both of your tears never falter.

finally, he breaks.

his knees buckle from underneath him as he falls to the ground. sobs wrack his whole body. he brings his hand up to his eyes to shield you from seeing his face as it crumples.

“wil?” you start, edging toward him slowly.

“wil?” you try again, slowly lowering yourself in front of him to match his height.

his breathing is sporadic as he tries to calm down his sobs, desperately wiping his tears on his sleeve.

“im sorry” he chokes out, as he continues to fall apart in front of you. you place a hand on his shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort him. “i just-“ he continues “i just really fucking miss you” he looks up now, his face red and splotchy from the tears, his nose running, his hair messier than ever. “i miss you and i-i would do anything you asked of me if it meant i get to come home” he whimpers.

your chest hurts - as if your already shattered heart has just been smashed into a million unfixable pieces. you look at him desperately, like you’re asking him how do i fix this? tell me how to fix it. how can i take your pain away?

“you can come home” you whisper, new tears gather in your eyes, “i-“ you take a deep breath “c-can you stay the night? i haven’t been sleeping well”.

his eyes widen with an almost childlike astonishment.

“just for tonight” you state “and tomorrow you’ll go on tour as planned. and we’ll call everyday until you come back home. y-you can tell me about how awful america is through each city”

he laughs wetly, wiping his remaining tears on his sleeve once more. you do the same.

he grabs both of your hands in his and begins to stand, causing you to follow his actions. he grips tightly, almost hugging your hands into his chest. “okay” he whispers.

you smile lightly at him and begin leading him into the front door, where you both have countless memories and you both hope to make countless more.

you lead him to the bed that never quite felt like yours without him in it, and, like muscle memory, you lay together like you had once done every night.

you don’t have much trouble sleeping that night.

[desswright29]

The Wolf..

A/N: Just clearing out the drafts at this point. This has been in my drafts for a min so I decided I’d just post. Also..I ate this banner the fuck up!! Lmao Pairing: Shuri/reader

“What’s wrong with me?”

Shuri lay curled underneath her comforter. Tears welling from deep inside coursing down her cheeks. Your breathing intertwined with hers as you lie beside her on top of her comforter. You ran your fingers through her soft curls eyes landing on a lone tear that sat right above her pretty pert upper lip.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing Shuri. You’re devine perfection.

“Don’t do that to yourself. This has everything to do with her and her own insecurities. You didn’t do anything.” You spoke softly hoping to get through to her. Yet another break up rocking her to her core. 

“I just want to be loved y/n. Why can’t I just be loved. Everyone always leaves me.” Your eyes welled along with hers. You hated this. Seeing her distraught over yet another relationship. Another little girl who couldn’t handle the pressures of being with the Queen. Sure, it sounded good. It sounded like an honor. Being whisked around the world. No shortage of income. Not to mention the Queen being a scathing bombshell. The honor to wake up to her. To have her between your legs worshipping you. Your name at the tip of her tongue. Hm.

But, the overwhelming responsibility. Always came crashing down around the naive little girls everytime Shuri got too close. Too involved. Too in love. Leaving Shuri yet again starved of her one true desire to be loved. 

“You are loved Shuri. You’ll forever be loved by me. We’re Timon and Pumbaa.” The childhood  names brought a glorious chuckle from Shuri’s mouth making your heart beam with pride. You loved to make her smile. Her eyes glistened as she stared into your irises finding comfort.

“You’re always here for me.” Her hand came forward settling onto your cheek. Her eyes became distant as she went deep into thought while her thumb absentmindedly kneads your cheek. “Maybe it’s you.” She squinted, focus reclaiming her eyes. “Maybe, it’s always been you.” You immediately rebutt.

“No Shuri. What we have means too much to the both of us. We can’t ruin it.”

“But would we. We’ve known eachother for years. Neither of us could even fathom hurting the other. Maybe we’d be perfect.” A light smile spreads across her face, and your heart aches. You brought up your hand to cuff her wrist, closing your eyes trying to pretend that you didn’t think about the way her lips would feel against yours. That everytime you hugged her you didn’t linger just to feel what it would be like to have her body pressed against yours. That her scent didn’t follow you. Lingering in your covers after she’d been in your home. You loved Shuri deep within every nodule of your heart. You couldn’t pretend any longer. You open your eyes to Shuri’s intense gaze.

“Maybe we are.” With that you felt yourself moving forward. Finally. Years of waiting and finally you were going to taste her lips upon yours. You could her breathing against your lips closing in, when a commotion at the door ensued.

Damnit.

*Bang BANG Bang*

“Shuri!! Shuri! Open up baby let me talk to you please!” Shuri sat up quickly eyes widening as she stared at the door. Eyes flashing from you to the door. 

“Ri?” She whispered. Your heart was racing in your chest from what almost transpired. But of course Shuri’s most recent ex had come just in time to reclaim her territory. 

“Shuri baby! I know you’re here just let me explain!” You sigh.

“I could get that for you if your not up for it.” You say gently. Shuri continues to stare ahead, listening to Riri plead for her forgiveness. She sounded truly sorry. Almost pitiful. 

“I know it seems like I lied. Pretending to be someone I’m not but I can explain if you’ll just open the door! Open the FUCKING DOOR SHURI!” Shuri’s head shook side to side almost as though she had only been thinking of doing it, but her mind took it upon itself to react. 

“I-I can’t. Tell her to go away.” You nod, as Shuri lowers herself back down onto her pillow once again in fetal position. You run your fingers through her hair once again and place a gentle kiss to her forhead before hopping off the bed and heading towards the door. 

“SHURI! Please! SHU-“ Riri was cut off by the door swinging open. 

“Quiet down! Have you not.. done. enough. little girl.” A sneer came over your face as your eyes darkened staring down at the petite woman. Riri’s nostrils flared as she looked up at you.

“Yoooou BITCH!” She charges at you. “Shuri don’t listen to Shit she says. She’s a manipulative bit-“ You push her back into the hallway slamming Shuri’s door behind you. You immediately slam Riri into the wall pressing your forearm against her throat, and placing your hand over her mouth. 

“Now why would you come here telling lies. Stirring up shit. Hm?” You huff a laugh through your nose. Riri’s eyes welled with tears. 

“I always knew you of all of her little flings would end up being my biggest problem. Quite literally the bane of my exsistence.” Riri’s teeth sunk into your palm. Not letting go until you were forced to let go grunting out your pain. You were immediately left with bloody saliva dripping into your eye, Riri hawking her disdain for you into her face. 

“You’re a liar an evil fucking bitch.”

“Oooorrr, I know what’s best for Shuri and I’ll do anything to make sure she gets it.” Riri scoffs.

“And is that supposed to be you! You’re fucking looney tunes! I know what you did to the others. I have proof. And I won’t be so easy to get rid of!” A genuinely amused smile spreads across your face. 

“Wanna bet.” Your hand clasped around her neck. Her fingernails scratched at your hands as she clawed at them trying to release your grip. This was always your favorite part. Watching the life leave their eyes. Knowing you were the one to take it. 

“Shuriii!! Shurii Shuri” It was a raspy attempt at a scream as you crushed her vocal chords.

You cock your head to the side. “Awww. How unfortunate that she can’t hear you. Ah well, I would’ve just informed her that In your rage. You attacked me and I couldn’t control my emotions. But my God! I wouldn’t have dared to kill her.” You laugh softly. “Uh oh?” You say looking into Riri’s lifeless eyes. “Riri? Hellooo. Riri you there?” You chuckle at your own joke.

“Guess not.” You let go allowing her limp body to fall to the ground. You press a button on your Kimoyo beads. 

“Izogie. I’ve got another disposable here infront of the queens room.” 

“Yes Empress.” Came an immediate reply. You had known Shuri all of your life. Your parents rulers of a kingdom adjacent to a Wakanda. The moment you laid eyes on her you knew she would be yours. However you were too far, and there were always the others. You despised them. You vowed that Shuri would never know love unless it was with you. You eliminated them all one by one, and now it was time to reap the benefits of all your hard work. You straightened yourself walking back into the room. 

“Bast! I don’t know how you dealt with her so long! She’s atrocious! Do you know she spit on me!?”

“What!” Shuri said, at some point she’d sat up while you were outside handling Riri, she was pressed against the headboard.

“Yes. But, I calmed her and sent her on her way. You won’t have to worry about her for awhile.” Shuri looked down, sadness taking over her eyes. You sit beside her on the bed holding her face.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m right here with you.” 

Shuri’s hand settled on top of yours. “Don’t leave.” She whispered. “Please don’t leave me tonight.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It happened so quickly. Shuri’s lips crashed against yours. You were shocked at first but it didn’t take you long to take hold of her lips. Holding her in an intense kiss. She lay you onto your back kissing you as your hands roam her body. 

“Y/n. Touch me. Please.” Your eyes widen with shock.

“A-are you sure?” Her bottom lip curls into her mouth and she nods. You reattach your lips with hers. Your hand eagerly making its way down her body as she straddled you. Your hand found the entrance to her sweats slowly inching its way towards her holy place. 

Finally, you’re graced with the feel of her most devine part. You groan at the feel of her, as you caress her bud. Shuri throws her head back in ecstasy.

“Ooohh Bast!” Your heart pounds against your sternum at the sound. A sinister smile spread across your face.

“That’s it baby girl pray for me.”

[a0random0gal]

"healthy" doesn't always mean good in fiction. Eremika's unhealthiness is what makes the ship compelling and interesting. It's built into the core of the story. Also your "healthiest ship" requires ignoring that he emotionally manipulated her into keeping her mouth shut about his genocide plan and threatened to have her memories erased. Historia never expressed any interest in him that way. Men and women can in fact just be friends.

Ohh boy, you're bold anon, I have to hand it to ya.

Yes healthy doesn't always mean good, in fact it can actually lead to some very boring ships, but that is still a perfectly good thing to look for in a pairing.

In contrast unhealthy can be interesting, but mostly leads to abusive relationships that get glorified by the fandom in spite of their toxic nature, and in this aspect Eremika is no exception. These two are just awful for one another.

He headbutts her, call her names, tells her he hates her (I know he didn't mean it, but it wrecked her emotionally so my point stands) put her in a situation that could have gotten her killed, never confided in her regarding his plans etc...

She was an overbearing mama who constantly treated him like an incompetent child that couldn't do anything on his own.

What's compelling in a relationship with this dynamic:

"Eren eat your veggies!"

"Eren put on a coat, or you're gonna catch a cold!"

"Eren don't run you're gonna trip!"

Oh and don't get me started on this

She literally deluded herself for years into believing that everything he did was somehow tied back to her. Even Armin, Reiner and Berthold gave her the 🙄 look.

Also her entire character revolves around him and it makes her super boring and robotic. Even after he dies she spends her life worshipping his grave and dies with that gosh darned scarf on her neck. She only took it off once ( when she gave an ounce of development) before cruelly snatching it from the hands of a dying girl that was using it for comfort (something I'll never forgive her for).

She was originally meant to break away from him but alas, good writing died after 134.

Annd the story never revolved around them. Mikasa only became the protagonist in the last chapter out of fucking thin air and it looked soo forced. Lmao Hisu had more parallels with Ymir than Mikasa of all people.

The only time their relationship mattered was at the end of season 2, but after that we got nothing important.

Last thing on this dumpster fire of a ship... They're boring asf.

Like I know some unhealthy relationships that are toxic and all, but the characters have chemistry, and it can make up for the awful shit they can do to eachother. Eremika has no chemistry. I would rather watch paint dry than think about them romantically.

Regarding Erehisu... Have we read the same aot chapter? Or just the same conversation between Eren and Historia? Because I don't think so.

He emotionally manipulated her to keep her mouth shut

What? When did this ever happen? She chose to stay silent. Hell he didn't even need to tell her his plans, it was quite risky, since she could have snitched on him to the Mps and ruined everything.

He chose to confide in her cause he knew she wouldn't tell, cause she was the worst girl in the world who saved him, the girl who chose her selfishness over the world already, in that cave when she saved him, when she told him that she would always be his ally, that they were enemies of humanity.

She never wanted the future that she was destined to if she accepted the 50 year plan. She had accepted it for the greater good. Something selfless that only Christa could have done.

He knew that, and reminded her of who she really was. A selfish, normal girl like everyone else.

She was shocked by the genocide that awaited them if they followed Eren's plan but ultimately chose it over sacrificing herself and her future children. Totally in character, no manipulation involved lmao.

He threatened to erase her memories

Nope. She was upset so he offered to lighten her burden by erasing her memories if she wanted to. It was a proposal made out of empathy for her shock. No threats, where did you see em?

She was never interested in him

Say what you want about her feelings for him, interpret them how you please, but you can't deny a connection from which feelings could blossom. This meme perfectly sums up my thoughts about this:

Yes men and women can be friends, I just don't see it this way for Erehisu. Actually I could tell you the same thing for Eremika. Better as siblings lol.

[ddlcbrainrot]

I love how your mind works so much everything you say is canon now bc I said so.

Since you've done Monisuri, Moniyuri and Natsuri thoughts, do you plan on doing any other ships? Sayonika would be cool/nf

my mind is a cat, a red panda and a raccoon in a trench coat pretending to be human, or so i’ve been told so thank you

if people ask me to, then sure!

sayonika makes my brain go brrrrr and i stop thinking proper thoughts bc i love them so much every time i see them i just go hehehe so this is going to take a while bear with me

m…monika and sayori,… kithes…

ok but srsly, i think the reason i like sayonika so much is bc its a very versatile ship. You want cute best friends to lovers? Side stories are right there. You want angst fest, hurt no comfort with no happy ending? Base game is right there

If we are talking about base game, a lot of questions pop up. Like how did they even get together? (probably some time after the ending, maybe since both have gone through the epiphany they bond over that) Can they even be in a functioning relationship after the events of ddlc? (a functioning one? no lol, but maybe after a lot of work they make something special) Does Sayori ever forgive Monika? (surprisingly, yes after a long time. I actually can see her "forgiving" Monika right away, only for her to build up resentment over time and snap and so she realises that she needs to actually feel and process her feelings of anger and betrayal before she can forgive Monika) Does Monika forgive herself and lets herself be loved? (THERE IS NO WAY LMAO). So yeah, the main headcanon i have for them in base game is that Monika never fully forgives herself, no matter how much Sayori insists she forgives her. Because i love suffering.

Anyway lets step away from the sad sad world of base game and get to the happy stuff of side stories :D

So yeah, bffs that slowly realise they like eachother

I think ive mentioned this before, but they give off first sapphic crush/relationship vibes. if you know you know

Both had a hard time accepting they like each other bc both were like "shes too good for me..." (dumbasses)

Acting like a couple before even being together, im talking hand holding (how lewd...), cuddling, compliments, you name it

And when Natsuki would be like "you guys act so gay for eachother" they'd be like nnNnNoOoOo We're just gals being pals (dumbasses p2)

Who would confess? Probably Sayori. But only in a last resort situation. She'd be expecting to be rejected too. Surprise surprise being the kindest person alive gets people to like you who would have thought

PDA couple.

Sayori's physical affection and Monika's words of affection? You can't be around them without getting diabetes

Im not kidding when i say they would be the worst couple to be around. But like in a sweet way

Sayori steals Monika's clothes

They paint their nails the eye colour of the other person, so like Sayori paints them green and Monika blue

When one is having a bad day, the other gives little notes filled with cheezy puns throughout the school day to cheer them up, and they talk about whats bothering them after (sayori started this and it has become kind of a tradition)

I can keep going but if I do this will end up longer than the declaration of independence

[julianalvarez9]

you over anyone / christian pulisic

request: Hey can you do a BESTFRIEND to lovers imagine about Christian pulisic thats about one day he gets a gf and she’s rlly mean to the bestfr and he dosnt believe her and then he overhears the gf being rude and it’s all fluff and they kiss

word count: 1.9k

author's note: i never had written this much before???? clearly got too carried away lmao. hope you like it!! has some back and forth in the "timeline", italics are supposed to be memories!

being mason’s twin, and five minutes younger than him, it was no surprise to anyone when you started to follow him around everywhere he went, like a lost puppy. for the first few years of your life, he was your best friend, just as you were his. growing up as obsessed with football as him was a natural progression, and fully expected after seeing how much you enjoyed playing ball with your brother and his friends.

that's how you first met christian.

"hey, y/n, is it cool if we pick up a friend? his car bro-" mason tried to explain, as if you could get mad at him for helping a friend out. you were arriving early to training anyways, so picking up his friend wouldn't do any damage.

"it's okay, mason, it's your car" you laughed, still appreciating the fact that he was asking for your approval before actually doing it, making sure that you were comfortable.

since that day, even when his car was fixed, christian would always tag along you two for a ride to cobham. at first, he started making excuses, trying to not raise suspicions about his sudden interest in joining his friend to go to training. then, the visits to your brother’s house started growing exponentially, wishing and waiting that, someday, you'll be there. and when you were, the day just couldn't get any better for him: watching movies, playing games, cooking and eating the cookies he wasn't supposed to eat -because of his diet- only to hear your laugh was the highlight of his day. and because mason, who was involved since the beginning, -unfortunately for you two- had eyes and ears, he could see how you two looked at eachother and how you laughed harder when it was one of you that told the joke, even if they weren't half as funny. all of these facts he recollected quietly, helped him figure out what was happening quickly. quicker than the protagonists, at least.

"is there something going on between you and my sister ?" he asked suddenly, one day after training.

christian could feel how the blood drained from his face, leaving his whole upper body cold. he thought that, maybe, he could have a month or two more before confronting his friend about it. bust most importantly, before confronting his own feelings. after all, he had started dating a girl a few weeks before meeting you, and he felt like an asshole. she was nice, sure, but she wasn't you.

"we're just friends, mate. why?" 

he smiled, nodding, like he had answered correctly. at least, it was the answer mason wanted to hear. he said, in a jokingly tone, shoving him softly, "great. didn't feel like murdering my best friend for cheating on his girlfriend with my sister, you know?".

you had met christian's girlfriend, avery, at a game held at the bridge. you used to be there every game you could, always cheering for your brother and your best friend, but it was that particular game the first time that you saw her there, even when you knew that they had been dating for quite a bit. still, when you saw the girl, you understood why he had chosen her: she was like a dream, taken right out of a hollywood movie. but not only because of her perfect, model-like figure: she seemed sweet and kind, a girl perfect for christian, who, in your eyes, deserved nothing but the best. you were actually excited to have finally met her, hoping to get a girl friend to hangout with, someone who you could talk about your love life without feeling weird about it, like it happened when you tried to talk about love with your american friend sometimes. you had started off on a good foot, and christian was glad to see you two getting along.

you had disappeared to the bathroom quietly during halftime, wanting to come back as fast as possible to not miss anything. apparently, christian's significant other had gotten the same idea, entering the bathroom a few minutes before you, just as you were about to exit the cubicle. you could hear her and her friend, who she came along with, talking about someone, so you didn't dare come outside just yet, opting to stay quietly.

wrong choice.

you guessed that her friend was the one talking, since you didn’t quite recognize her voice. "who's that girl that's been screaming nonstop?", she said, and you cringed internally when you realized that it was probably you. confirmation hit a few seconds later, when avery shared the information with her. 

"that's christian's best friend".

she giggled, loud and obnoxious, like the mean, popular girls in teenage drama movies did. "god, she's so annoying". you figured it was too late now to get out of the cubicle, even if you didn’t want to hear more about their conversation, fearing you could learn what she really thought about you. oblivious to your presence in the room, the other girl continued. "did you see how long she hugged him before he left? she's 100% in love with him" she joked, and even when you knew that it was a lie -at least, that was what you told yourself each time someone commented about your relationship with christian-.

the self doubt started to hit harder when the girl you had just met, who pretended to be friendly with you, continued to tell her friend what she had learned from your previous encounter. "i know, right? i just met her and i already can't stand her". 

god, why were they taking so long? why couldn’t they just leave? 

you didn't want to know more information, you had learned enough to last you a lifetime. certainly, enough to keep your distance with avery. 

and with christian too.

"if she bothers you that much, why don't you make him choose?" her friend suggested, and your racing thoughts feared that she already had delivered her ultimatum. after all, she was his girlfriend, and it was a no-brainer that he would choose her.

and when you thought that, surely, it couldn't get worse, it did.

"it's insignificant, really. he'll never pick her. he already told me she's mason's little sister, so she's like a little sister to him too".

getting out of the bathroom just in time before the whistle blew, indicating the start of the second half, and having to sit next to avery and offer her a smile, was one of the hardest things you had to do. at least, during that day.

after the incident, you decided to keep your distance. no longer going to the bridge in fear of crossing paths again and having to pretend that you didn’t hear what she said, putting on a friendly mask, was enough to convince you that it wasn’t your place anymore. it had been difficult to justify your choice with christian, who inquired you about it the first weekend you missed, and they unfortunately had lost the match. eventually, you figured that you couldn't lie to him about being sick every weekend, so you made something up, like your schedule with college had just gotten too crazy to handle in the last couple of weeks.

mason, knowing you like the palm of his hand, didn’t buy it. but he also knew that he shouldn’t push it, and you would, in due time, tell him what was going on. he was your twin brother, after all. you couldn’t hide the truth from him forever.

that was how you ended at christian’s birthday party, without wanting to. all thanks to your brother’s persuasion.

it had started well, really. you had greeted the birthday boy when you two arrived at his once, but since then, he seemed to have banished from the face of the earth, and you, for once, were glad with his disappearance. 

to endure the night, you had resolved to alcohol, which proved to have been not the wisest decision when it was time to meet with christian again, all warnings made by your sober brain about not going near him, in case his girlfriend was close, flew right through the wind when the first drop of alcohol entered your bloodstream. that was how you ended up dancing with him, maybe a bit too close to be excused as just friendly.

"stay away from him" a female voice was heard from behind you when you went to grab another drink. in your drunk, slurred brain, you couldn’t decipher who she was referring to, even if you recognized it was avery speaking. "what? from who?".

the girl rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at your ignorance. "don't play silly now. you know christian's with me. he's about to propose, and there's no place for the both of us, so back off. I don't care that you're his fucking best friend or whatever shit you made him believe. he'll never chose you over me".

the harshness in her tone had drained the alcohol out of your system, and you found yourself to be in an awkward position after processing what she had just said. 

proposing?

unknown to you, christian was looking for you, since you had disappeared from his sight for far too long. when he saw the two of you, a confused expression was painted on his features, and his anger grew at hearing what she was telling you, even if he just got to catch the last part. "what the fuck are you talking about, avery?".

"I'm sick of her. you'll have to choose. it's me or her".

he frowned at her request, but still made his way over to you, standing so close that you could feel his chest touching your back. "i thought that i had made it clear that we’re over" he coldly said. the girl in front of you let out a furious scream, face turned red, and shoving whoever came in her way, earning herself some nasty glares. clearly avery had thought that you were the reason behind their breakup, but honestly, you had no idea that they weren’t together anymore, after almost totally cutting contact with him to avoid her. nevertheless, her plan of getting to talk to you alone and draw you away from him had clearly backfired.

“why didn’t you tell me before that she was mean to you?” christian said, with a stoic expression. you shrugged, “thought that you would have believed her instead”. he shaked his head in clear disagreement, questioning you again. “was she the reason you stopped going to the matches?”. having never been capable of lying to christian, even if it would be wise to hide the information to him, you conceded. “you’ve caught me”.

mason, who was hearing everything at a prudent distance as to not be seen, joined you two before christian could actually react to what you just had admitted. “can you start going again then? christian can’t score a goal even if his life depended on it if you aren't cheering him on from the stands,” he grinned, cheshire cat’s smile painted on his face, as he saw the faces of the two people that he appreciated the most, a shade of red. “mason!” you two groaned in unison, embarrassed at how the english one had put you on display.

[nicknelsonstransbf]

Touch Starved Bucky 🤤

Warning; sort of smutty (at the end, cut off is given)

Includes; Bucky x gn!Reader, touch starved bucky (duh), fluff, tooth rotting fluff, i for cavities from so much fluff omg, cuddling, PDA, the whole lot

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Now we all know Bucky was a ladies man in the 40’s

But after Hydra he’s scared he’ll hurt someone

And he would never (EVER) hurt his lover

At first he’s too scared to even hold his lovers hand

He’d always keep you away from his left side (unless it’s the sidewalk rule ofc, which he follows bc i mean, it’s Bucky)

Eventually you could convince him that you need the physical intimacy

Even non-sexual

ESPECIALLY NON-SEXUAL

He’d start off with hand holding

And that would lead to more kissing

Pecks on the lips, cheeks, and even the neck and shoulders if they’re exposed

But only in private.

You are his after all

And besides, why would he want to put on a show for anyone but you?

The kisses would lead to cuddling

When Bucky realizes he really enjoys this he asks for it more often.

It starts off as every few days, when you watch a movie

Then every other day

Then almost every day when he’s not out on a mission

As much as he loves giving affection, he love love loves reviving even more

Kissing him on the cheek when he’s talking about something will make his face hot and he’ll stumble on his words a bit

Hugging him, from behind especially, when he’s doing something makes him melt like putty in your hands

At some point he’d let you see and use his metal arm

At first he’s scared

But when you kiss him on the cheek and hold the cold metal fingers in your warm flesh, he almost starts to shake with happiness

He’d get comfortable enough to kiss you in front of people

He would almost always be holding you in public

Falling asleep with him ends up in one of four cuddle positions

Him being big spoon

You being big spoon

Your head on his chest

Just curled up and tangled i to eachother

He doesn’t have a preference, because he just likes to know you’re there

After long or hard days he’ll just walk up and wrap his arms around you, burying his head into your neck.

When you ask what’s wrong he’ll mutter

“Hate work. Just hug.”

Before pulling you closer.

If he has nightmares he always looks for you

One too many times have you gotten up to pee or get water in the middle of the night and you come back to Bucky frantically looking for you in bed.

“There you are!”

It’s sad but it’s sweet in a way.

If you’re in public for too long, the second you get home he pulls you into a hug.

He doesn’t care if there’s ice cream on the counter that melting, he just wants to hug you for a few more seconds…. or minutes…

He hates when you’re mad at him

But if you’re angry enough that you want to sleep on the couch, or want him to, he’ll beg you not to (or to not make him)

He hates sleeping without you

It’s hard enough on missions

Don’t make him do it at home too!

In the end Bucky just loves holding his lover, no matter what.

NSFW TIME

He loves to hold hands when you have sex

Forehead kisses before, during, and after are a must (for both of you)

You sitting on his lap makes him feral (DO NOT DO THIS IN PUBLIC OR IF YOU WANT TO WALK TOMORROW LMAO)

Aftercare will always include cuddles

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I love this head-canon so much, I love thinking about it too. I might write an actual story about it but i’m not sure. Anyways I love soft Bucky <3

[parkkiablah]

theres a lot of zevlor fics out there with an age gap btwn him and tav, but i'd like to see your take with him being in a relationship with tav who is around his age (or even older lmao).

maybe the both of them have given up on finding the person they want to settle down with. tav's party members act was wingmen to get a more pessimistic and grumpy tav to finally shoot their shot. (they all have seen they way the two of them look at eachother, its almost worse than watching two teenagers trying to confess to each other.)

(Thank you so much for your request!! 🧡 I loved the idea and just had to write this at work rn 😂 (don't tell anyone)

I hope you enjoy reading!)

'You feel like home.' (Zevlor x Tav)

When you arrived at the grove and you saw Zevlor knock out Aradin with a single punch, you knew you would like him.

He had worry and anger written on his face, mad about Aradin getting his people in danger and you could perfectly understand him.

Talking to him felt easy, both understanding each other perfectly. You weren't sure if it is due to you being around the same age than him or not, but you both understood life. The troubles it brings, the worries for the people you wanted to protect and the anger at anyone bringing danger to it.

You often found yourself in conversation with him, feeling comfortable whenever you heard his voice.

After defeating the goblins and bringing back Halsin you were sad you had to leave the tieflings company.

You made it your goal to meet them again when you arrived to Baldur's Gate but you weren't aware what to expect on your way there. The shadow cursed lands were worse than you expected and when you noticed the familiar tieflings on the ground, only imagining the fight that happened, you were alarmed. The few people at Last Light Inn told you what happened and you were shattered. Your goal for now was to find and save Zevlor and the other refugees from Moonrise Towers, which was a task you knew would be a challenge.

You rescued Rolan, being as reckless as he could be, found his siblings and a few others at the prison in Moonrise towers, yet Zevlor being nowhere to be found. The other tieflings told you he was imprisoned somewhere else and your worries made you feel sick.

When you did find him, you couldn't help but feel relieved, the fight against the few mindflayers a short one as you both fought side by side like you had never done something else.

Zevlor's face showing how shattered he was to have failed to protect his people.

Your hand landing on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

"I know how you feel, but it's not your fault. The Absolute is dangerously convincing, you shouldn't blame yourself."

"I have no right to ask, but the others.. what happened to them?", he asked quietly, like he had no strength left in his voice.

"I saved as many as I could find, they are at Last Light."

"Thank you, again."

After the fight with Ketheric you convinced Zevlor to join your camp. Of course you had to basically force him as he saw himself as a burden for you and your party, but after some more reassuring he agreed.

It made you feel excited to get back to camp whenever you were done with a mission and you honestly hadn't felt that way for a long time.

Your friends were getting tired of the way you two obviously had feelings for each other but never talked about it. They saw you both basically act like a couple, talking and laughing, doing tasks together without saying anything and still understanding each other without words. The only thing you both weren't aware of was the glances between you, when the other wasn't looking.

You were sitting next to Zevlor at the campfire, you leaning against him reading the book in your hands. His eyes were on you more than on the book in his hand, his tail curling around you, casually laying on your lap.

To everyone else it would probably be a simple gesture, but out of all of them Karlach knew his bodylanguage told a different story.

"Tav? Can we talk for a second?", she shouted over to you, startling you.

She was standing a few steps away, talking to Shadowheart.

When you stood up, Zevlor reached for the book in your hands before you could even start to look for a spot to put it and you smiled at him, before walking over to Karlach and Shadowheart.

"Are you two going to kiss soon or do we have to lock you in a room together until you do?", Shadowheart asked once you were standing with them.

"What?", you asked, not quite understanding her question.

"You know what I mean, you two are acting like a couple that had been married for years and you can't tell me you aren't aware."

"And his tail is very much telling he likes you, too.", Karlach added.

"It's not like that, we are just friends.", you said.

"Oh come on, you can't-"

"Listen, it's cute that you care, but I assure you it's not like that, we are friends." And with that being said you walked back to Zevlor, sitting next to him again, when he wordlessly handed you your book back. Leaning against him you sighed, confused by what the others were saying.

"Are you okay? You seem tense.", he asked, noticing your mood had changed.

"Yea, I'm fine, no worries.", you assured him and he didn't push you to talk any further. His tail found its way around you again and you couldn't help but wonder if they were actually right about it.

The next days you started feeling more nervous around Zevlor. It wasn't like you were uncomfortable, just that the others had made you aware of feelings you hadn't felt in years. You felt your heart beating faster when you were close to him, your hands hesitant to just touch him like you did before your conversation with Shadowheart and Karlach and your gaze suddenly avoiding his.

He noticed the changes with your behavior, asking himself if he did something wrong, not aware of any situation that could have caused the sudden difference.

"Would you join me on a walk?", he asked you one evening at camp, when he noticed you avoiding him even more.

"Uhm-.. Sure.", you seemed hesitant, gaze on the floor while you both walked away from camp.

"Did I do anything to upset you?", he asked and stopped walking, when you were a good distance away from camp. He was looking for some privacy, hoping for you to be honest with him.

"No, why do you think so?", you asked confused.

"You are avoiding me, today specifically, but you've been different the last few days and I was wondering if I did anything wrong."

"Oh...", you said, pausing and looking at him. "You didn't do anything wrong, don't worry."

"What happened then? If I didn't upset you, what-"

"I like you. And I didn't notice before Karlach and Shadowheart basically told me it was obvious. Honestly I had given up on love years ago and I guess it just felt strange being aware of it suddenly, while it had been so easy to be comfortable with you around.", you confessed, leaving him speachless for a good moment.

"Gods and I thought I made you uncomfortable with getting too close or something.", he sighed relieved. "I feel the same. And I just realized when you took some distance lately. It just feels like home when I am around you and I started losing my mind thinking I did something wrong."

He smiled at you and you noticed all the feelings behind it; relieve, that he didn't do anything wrong, happiness, that your feelings are the same and especially how grateful he felt for finding someone to feel at home with.

He took your hand to pull you closer to him, only letting go of it to let both of his hands rest on your waist.

"I think I should thank the others for making me aware of the feelings we had been dancing around.", you said when your hands rested on his shoulders, smiling at him.

"Thank them for me, too.", he said, before his lips finally found yours.

Your knees were suddenly feeling weak and you were glad for him holding you, lips moving against his gently.

You broke the kiss suddenly, when you heard the others cheering from behind a tree. Of course they were watching you and you felt your face heat up.

"FINALLY!!", you heard Karlach shout.

Zevlor and you both laughing at the situation when you felt his fingers on your chin, turning your face back to him.

"I wasn't done yet.", he said with a smile and his lips were on yours again the next moment.

[danganphobia]

abt ur laishuro college au....what do you think would happen if they spent the night at eachothers dorms

pre-relationship college au: the first time toshiro spends the night at laios' dorm it's definitely to work on an assignment together. laios and chilchuck dorm together but chilchuck is out for the night so they have the place to themselves. it's completely innocent tbh because laios has a gigantic puppy crush on toshiro and would do anything just to be in his company... when toshiro says it's getting late laios makes puppy eyes and says he'll order in and they could just watch a movie and hang out. it barely takes any convincing before toshiro gives it and laios goes "YAY" and they spend the rest of the night binging movies on the couch. laios is just infodumping lore the whole time while they eat and toshiro silently listens because he doesn't know what's going on, and laios talking over the movie makes it even more difficult to make sense of anything but a) he's really cute and b) he smells good and c) toshiro doesn't know if he should look laios in the eyes or keep his eyes on the tv because laios is staring directly at him as he talks and it's overwhelming

then toshiro falls asleep on accident because i'd imagine he's a bit of a workaholic and is sleep-deprived. laios' shoulder makes a really good pillow. meanwhile laios is texting another gc with just farlyn and marcille freaking out like GUYSHESSLEEPING ON MYSHOULEDER HE LOOKS SO CUTE WHAT DO I DO and theyre like whatever u do do Not Wake Him Up. toshiro's looks so comfortable too, so laios just grabs the throw blanket on the couch and drapes it over toshiro. they fall asleep together. it's a very cute moment.

Morning Toshiro very much regrets this though. he wakes up snuggling next to Laios and he's like oh Shit and jumps off the sofa, waking Laios up. Toshiro's insisting that he really has to go back to his dorm he's stayed way too long and that's not supposed to happen. he's grabbing his stuff and flipping his shit. laios just laughs and walks up to toshiro, and very calmly asks, "before you go, can i just make you breakfast first?"

toshiro's stomach rumbling answers that question lmao. after breakfast laios walks him back to his dorm :) toshiro turns around and shyly thanks him for breakfast and last night. laios scratches the back of his head and grins that it's no problem, and that he'd love to do it again, but without assignments involved. toshiro's like but why would we do that. laios blushes, "it's 'cause i like hanging out with you?" and it's toshiro's turn to blush and he says, "oh, okay."

Laios brights up and says "really???" his excitement is kind of confusing but it makes Toshiro snort and he nods anyway because he just can't bring himself to say no to Laios anyway. Neither of them speak about them cuddling last night like idiots. They just linger at Toshiro's dorm, not sure of what to say next, because if they do say something they'd have to leave and cut their time together short. Laios asks for a hug though, and Toshiro hugs him before he leaves. This hug, in particular, lasts just a bit longer than all their other ones. So take that as you will. :)

[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

you have a nightmare and your pretty boyfriend is there for you...

bf!lyney x m!reader

author's note: so this is basically based on a dream i had last night lmao so i thought of writing some nightmare comfort😻 it was a dream but it was sad n scary. you can start reading rn. the rest of this is the nightmare and it'll be the nightmare used in this lmao🫶 | basically me and lyney were on some type of mission, i remember first i was running behind him telling him he's doing really good or whatever and then he entered some old crushed building and i entered just after him and he wasn't there. so i looked out the window, looked up, and saw him hanging, bleeding, i remember a drip of blood getting on my face and then i like started crying in my dream idk then i woke up. help😰

"shh... it's okay..."

-both of you were sleeping, wrapped in eachother's arms, nothing seemed wrong

-until you started shifting around, and finally waking up. sitting up, breathing heavily, heart pounding, and crying

-lyney woke up because he didn't feel you in his arms anymore

-"mmmon amour?... what's wrong?..." he sleepily asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up to see you better

-you turned to look at him, crying even more now.

-but you just hugged him tight while burying your face in his neck

-"l-lyney..." you sobbed

-he was worried and started thinking about anything and everything he's ever done.

-what happened?

-"mon chéri... what's wrong?..." he asked you while planting a soft kiss to the top of your head

-"n-nightmare..." you muttered under your breath, but enough for him to hear.

-"shh... breathe..." he just held you tighter and whispered a quiet "it's okay..." to you.

-after calming down a bit, you pulled away from him and started rubbing the little space between your nose and your cheek.

-you visibly wanted to clean something.

-"what wrong? you have nothing there?..." he asked you, a bit confused.

-"i-i... i-in the dream... b-blood..." you couldn't continue that easily, you put your head on lyney's shoulder and let your hands rest in his lap

-"take your time, my dear..." he was patient with you, no wonder you loved him.

-"we were on a mission, you and me... and... you went into an old building and disappeared... a-and then... i went in... i didn't see you so i looked out the window, t-then looked up..." you started crying again.

-"mhm..." he listened to you intently, wrapping his arms around you again. he was already concerned.

-"i-i saw you... h-... ha-... h-hanging... a-and bleeding... a-a-and a drip of b-blood... fell on my face... t-then i just cried..." you hugged him back tight and sobbed once again.

-only now you know how much it would hurt you for him to die.

-you couldn't take it.

-he was everything.

-lyney was worried after hearing that, and cupped your face, making you look at him.

-he wiped away your endless tears with his thumbs.

-"i know you have high beliefs in the meanings of dreams, but i'm right here, mon chéri, and that drop of blood doesn't mean anything. i'm alright... nothing bad will happen to me..." he rubbed the place of where the blood was supposed to be and kissed your nose.

-"i-i'm glad... t-thank you, lyney..." you took a few deep breaths and felt a bit better.

-"you're welcome, [name]..." he then kissed your forehead.

-"please stay... i love you..." you said to him, leaning your head on one of his hands.

-"i will... i love you too, mon chéri..." he finally kissed you on the lips. softly, and truly.

-the two of you wouldn't know where you'd be if you hadn't found the other one.

-you two were one.

-inseparable<3

~~~~~

i love angst/fluff sm it's my way of living.

this dream made me sad tho thinking of his 5th story(i think it was the 5th???)

anyways i hope you guys have a good day/night and remember to have more normal dreams‼️

[ewyaschild]

heyy! I saw you write for Spider *excited hand clapping* this boy deserve more love! Soooo i wanted to request something hehe! So i was thinking, we grew up together with Spider and the Sully kids (we're human), and always been close to Spider, and both kinda have a crush on eachother but never acted on it. everything's good and happy until the recoms arrive. we get kidnapped along with Spider, and during the time with quaritch and his squad, we grow closer, and feelings get more real and intence. and one day (maybe when they attack the metkayina village trying to find jake), it's kinda too much for both of us, and it leads to a kiss (or lots of kisses idk lol).

sorry it's a messy request lmao i'm just happy to see someone who writes for him <3 thanks in advance!

nonnie don't even apologize ur so real for this. i had something JUST like this in my drafts you don't even understand how hard i've been thinking about this for weeks! lowkey don't think this is my best work but i'm still gonna post it cs why not

🧾: fluff, mentions of quaritch lighting that one clan tf up, distressed spider

heart to heart • spider socorro

you've always had to be around spider, and it wasn't a problem at all. of course you'd banter and roughhouse with the sully kids growing up, but at the end of the day it was always you and him.

being able to have your mother on pandora with you was a huge privilege, or at least to spider. you were taught things he wasn't, felt things he couldn't, heard things he didn't. not all of which was parental but also scientific. your mother being a scientist on pandora led you into the same path.

spending most of your time in the base working on tech instead of outside playing with spider and the sully kids wasn't always a downside. you preferred it like this anyway, the oxygen mask bothered you.

spider was a sweet child; but stubborn and convincing. especially on days you didn't want to be outside he'd always found a way to drag you out to small ponds and little ditches with the sully kids to play and splash. he'd lead you out of the base after fastening your mask, swinging his hand into yours.

spider made you feel normal on a planet full of blue aliens. (literally)

it seems as though you and spider were attached by the hip. and when you weren't, he'd come back to the base before eclipse and bring you many pretty flowers and trinkets kiri had lent him for that very purpose. nobody made you smile like spider did. even on days he was feeling down about his father, or just lack of parental figure in general, you'd be there to comfort him and return those smiles to him.

though spider loved to drag you outside the comfort of your very very very uncomfortable lab chair, he learned to leave you alone with time. (not really) but one unfortunate day spider managed to get you back out into the woods of pandora.

he blames himself for your kidnapping. if he didn't take you with the sully kids, you wouldn't be in this situation.

sat in his cell, he thought and thought. were you being out through that brain torture device too? did you tell them where jake was? did they hurt you?

tears welled in his eyes as he couldn't even bare the thought of you being injured.

when you reunited, it was with a deep hug. "holy shit." spider whispers in your ear. "i'm so sorry- this is all my fault." you're quick to shut him up. "no spider, you didn't know this would happen." he shook his head in response. there was a stronger feeling between you two; a different type of normal tension. you always knew you deeply cared for spider, but feelings become uncertain every-time you feel his skin on yours. it becomes so much more intimate. lovingly.

a deep sigh erupts from your lips when the sound of quaritch and his goons talking. curiosity forces you to pull away from spider, both of your feet slowly moving towards the conversation. crouching down, you eavesdropped. the plan was to move location onto a ship and sail to find jake sully.

i'm only what seems like a year you reach a reef na'vi clan. you can only weep and watch in terror as quaritch and his team scorch an innocent tribe. not only does this horrify you, but spiders screams don't lessen the damage. the moment was pure evil. nobody deserves to be treated like this... all to find one man?

spider is silent as he's pulled back into the ship. you're still sat the window where you watched the recent tragedy unfold. your eyes follow spider as he sits down next to you, quick to put his head in his hands and take deep breaths. concern clouds your mind as there's nothing you can deep right in your head to say to spider. is a conversation even possible right now?

so many thoughts at once makes you slow to realize spiders eyes burning deep holes into your face. when yours meet his, there's an entire universe of tenderness in them. an immediate abundance of love hits you in the chest. his brown eyes remind you that actions speak louder than words. your hand slowly moves forward onto his shoulder, and in one move he's softly pushing you into him by your waist and finishing the effort with a kiss.

this continued even after you were panting and heaving your chest. he couldn't get enough of you, and you needed more. though the kissing eventually came to a halt, more sensual hugs and touches were looming. now your feelings weren't uncertain. you loved spider whether that was platonically or romantically, and there was no doubt he felt the same way.

that same evening ship you both fell asleep at the window.

[pettyprocrastination]

Abby x reader head canons?

I will say may not be the best representation for her character because I've only watched (many) play troughs and not played the game yet cause I no longer have my play station :( but I am absolutely horrendously down bad for her ngl so here we go (also abby is closeted wlw in this sorry guys)

warnings: repressed sapphic feelings, gets a little sexual at the ending but nothing major, jealousy, mostly just fluff here cause im easing myself into her character

I feel like she's not particularly into pda? not anything egregious but she'll have an arm around you is enough, maybe a hand in the back pocket to give you a lil bum squeeze but even that's pushing it. She doesn't want to be obnoxious like *those* couples (she does actually) but she wants people to know your hers.

connecting to this I feel like she gets jealous pretty easily. Not from a place of seeing you as property but from her own insecurities and worrying that you'll find somebody "better" which means sometimes she'll give a snide little comment when you've been hanging out with somebody else that makes you pull back and go "excuse me?" often leading to her either talking herself into a corner or going silent and passive aggressive until your able to pull the truth out of her, often times after the anger has fizzled out hours later and she slips into your room with a soft mumbled apology when you tell you that you love her and only her but that doesn't mean she gets to be an asshole to you for it. (she makes it up to you though. all night long in fact)

braid her hair. please braid her hair. It's a small sign of love that makes her go absolutely crazy. The feeling of your nails gently scritching her scalp has her stretching out like a cat in a sunbeam on a lazy sunday afternoon. She'll set her head in your lap while you undo the braid and run your fingers through her soft locks until she slowly drifts off to sleep because she just feels so at peace with you that she's comfortable letting her guard down and falling asleep

even if you have very short hair, you probably end up wearing one of her hair ties on your wrists because she tends to lose them + its a little part of her to keep by your side :') (i will say its interesting that in the show, it seems like ellie keeps her hair tied back with a hairtie that seems to have been cut, so she has to wrap it around and then tie a knot which makes sense because i'd gather that elastic isn't that easy to come across post apocalypse yknow. I think it'd be cute if you like. found a scrunchie or smthn for her that even though its not her style she's still wear it cause its a gift from you :'))

that being said? i imagine after everything she's been through she's a pretty light/paranoid sleeper so if you slip from the bed for any reason be ready to see her padding after you, squinted eyes and grumbling with sleep still in her voice as she mumbles 'where you goin'?' because babygirl woke up without you by her side and it caused her to panic :(

confident in her body. She's worked hard on her physique and she knows you enjoy it, so don't be surprised to see her not-so-subtlety flex if she catches you eyeing her up. You'll roll your eyes at her peacocking but it doesn't stop that lovesick smile from growing on your face that makes her feel all giddy. Bunch of goofballs in love right here <3

idk why but she gives me a bit closeted energy growing up. I feel like she probably got plenty of shit for being a tomboy and she gives me the energy of those girls who are like "women can be masculine and straight you know >:(" but so incredibly gay lmao (knew countless gals like this god bless them all) but yeah she'll huff and puff because just because she's not girly doesn't mean she's gay but also likes it when you sleep in her bed and you guys tell stories and fall asleep in eachothers arms, sometimes she'll stay awake so she can watch how peaceful you are and maybe maybe think about kissing you and how soft your body would feel in her hands and the little noises you'd make and that makes her feel something owen never did. but yknow. she's still super straight

[thesongmachine]

Hello can you pls write korekiyo shinguji x chubby reader (gn pls) thxxxx :3

AHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OFC BOO BOO!! IM A BIT ON THE CHUBBIER SIDE SO LIKE OMG :3

Korekiyo Shinguji x Chubby! Reader (GN)

When he first met you he noticed how you kinda covered up a bit

He was REALLY confused, he didn't u derstand why

He thought maybe it was a personal stylistic choice

He also noticed how when other people where around they would whisper

He found it rude, if they were going to make comments then they should say it out loud

After that he became really protective of you

In private (before u got together) he would make little comments about how good you always looked

You two were chilling in your room. Korekiyo was reading a book on your bed, you were on your phone. This was normal for you two, you just relaxed with one another's company.

"You look nice today, did anyone tell you that?" He says not looking up from his book.

You look over at him slightly flushed. "Thanks Kiyo.." You say with a soft smile.

That's when you probably fell for him lmao-

He makes the compliments an everyday routine

This brings you out of your shell and makes you not as self consious

You two start dating without realizing it

You two just start acting like a couple as time goes on and people really think you two are together

Your confession goes like this 👇

"Hello dear... I know we have known eachother for such a long time.. im very happy with you and well, I was wondering if maybe we could move this up a step... like dating?" He says smoothly, but he's freaking out inside.

You look at him with a tilted head. "I already thought we were...?" You say deadpanned.

"Oh..." He says, looking at you.

BUT ITS OKAY CUZ NOW YOUR DATING!!! HOORAY

Now that you OFFICIALLY together he is 10x more protective of you

He still doesn't appreciate the comments people make

You really appreciate all the efforts he puts into your relationship and making you comfortable

He tells you things like 'How beautiful your body is, no creature on earth can compare to your beauty, ect.'

He CANNOT keep his hands off you for the life of him

He loves having his hands roam over you, he just thinks your so perfect ughh-

Guys he's literally the best bf in the world don't play 🙏