#and you feel so alone and scared without them

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

What's Left of Me is Yours

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Established Relationship)

Warnings: stalking (non-graphic but escalating), emotional distress, possessiveness, dark Bucky, reference to past Winter Soldier conditioning, implied violence, breakdowns, morally gray themes, reader called baby and is referred as his girl once

Summary: You didn’t want Bucky to know about the stalking. Not just because you were scared but because you knew what it could cost him. What it would pull out of him. But the second he finds out someone’s been watching you… he gives you a truth that chills you deeper than the fear ever could.

You didn’t mean for him to find out. You knew what it would do to him.

You’d worked so hard to hide the anxiety--the notes left under your door; the photos sent from an untraceable number. The feeling of being watched even while brushing your teeth. You didn’t want to be a burden. Didn’t want him to slip.

Because Bucky doesn’t just protect.

Bucky destroys.

So you lied.

For weeks, you lied.

Until tonight.

Until you stepped into your apartment and found the photo on your bed. A picture of you walking to the corner store. Alone. Vulnerable.

Scrawled across the bottom in smudged ink:

“You're even prettier up close.”

Your knees gave out. You don’t remember calling him. But you must’ve, because when you look up, Bucky is crouched in front of you, hands shaking, eyes like ice cracked wide open.

Now Bucky’s been hunted before. He knows the look of prey. And from the way your shoulders twitch. The way your head turns just a bit too often on crowded streets. The phone gripped like a weapon you’ll never use. He knows you’re being someone's prey because he’s seen it in the mirror. That quiet fear. The dread that stalks you even when you’re not being followed.

“Baby,” he whispers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your lip trembles. “I-I didn’t want it to be serious, didn't want you to worry. I didn’t want you to go back to… that...that place.” That place. The part of him you never name. But he’s already there. He rises to his feet. Paces once. Twice. Then stops, fists clenched at his sides.

“I need you to understand something,” he says. Voice low. Controlled. Terrifying. “If someone’s watching you, if someone thinks they can follow you, threaten you, touch you. I will find them. I am looking for them. And when I do—” His voice drops to a whisper. “There’s no line I won’t cross.”

Your heart pounds in your throat. “Bucky—”

He turns to you. Not frantic. Not angry. Just… honest.

“I would become him again. Happily,” he says. “I would be the Winter Soldier all over again if that’s what it takes. If that’s what keeps you safe. If that's what keeps you happy and out of harm, I would tear the trigger words out of the earth and let them take me if it meant you’d never be afraid again.”

You stare at him, stunned. Frozen.

“I’d choose it, baby,” he breathes, stepping forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’d lock away everything good left in me, every bit of peace I’ve clawed back, and become the weapon they made me if it meant you’d sleep through one night, if you could go to the store without looking over your shoulder.”

You don’t notice the tears flowing until you hear your voice crack. “You can’t say that.”

“I mean it,” he says. “And I know how fucked up that sounds. But you’re everything. You’re all the good I have. I’d do anything to keep you safe. Even if I’d have to be a monster again. You are mine; nothing can hurt you.”

You collapse into him, fists twisting in his shirt, sobbing into his chest.

And he just holds you. Quiet. Fierce.

“Whoever he is,” Bucky says darkly, “he’s already dead. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

He didn't sleep that night. You don’t notice, he holds you through the dark like always. But the second your breathing slows, and your body goes limp against his, he gets up. Silently, smoothly. Like he was never human to begin with. 

By morning, he has your stalker’s name.

By noon, he knows all his habits, knows where he works, where he goes after work, knows where he lives, hell Bucky now knew where his mother lives.

By evening, Bucky has stood close enough to smell his cologne and imagine how his windpipe would feel like with his metal hand wrapped around it. How it would feel between a metal thumb and forefinger.

But he doesn’t touch him. Not yet. Predators don’t just pounce. They plan. And Bucky had lots of plans for his newest prey.

You don’t notice anything right away, not until the texts stop. Then you realize there were no more gifts. No more photos. No more notes. For the first time in months, you felt your shoulders relax, and your lungs fill with air once again.

However, somewhere in the city, there was a man who was hardly breathing. A man with a bruised throat, a few broken ribs and a lot of broken fingers. That man was told two promises, his body cringed into itself hearing the eerily calm, eerily quiet tone that the soldier that just finished torturing him contained. "If I ever find out that you are scaring my girl again...I will be the last thing you ever see. Honestly if you ever breath near her let alone look in her direction again no one will be able to find what's left of you."

Bucky left the man in a random back alley; he wiped blood off of his knuckles as he walked home to you. A smile creeped onto his face knowing he is keeping you safe once again.

He walks into the apartment and finds it dark and still, the only noise coming from the air conditioner in the window. Bucky eased his way through the small home; he kept himself quiet assuming you were asleep. Once he ends up wrapping himself around you like a barrier, he kisses your head and whispers:

“I’ll never let Hydra take me again. But if it’s for you, fuck baby… I’ll go willingly.”

What he misses is the small smile you fight back from hearing his vow. You know it should terrify you...and it does but it also saves you all at once.

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[glitterfingers]

Started as a silly crush from twelve? Thirteen? years ago. These feelings have existed for more than a decade. I live a quick jeep away from where i last saw you. I still recall your face between my legs in the blue room that December morning. I'm not sorry I didn't stay when you asked, but I regret being scared out of my mind when you requested tulog muna tayo, huwag ka munang umalis. My regrets are few and far between but I'll admit i regret not staying. For you I admit I remain a staunch defender of being absolutely selfish with my heart. I would not have survived you if you lied and pretended to want me when you didn't. But i can live through this pining. Thanks for rejecting the hypothetical but sincere request, for not being an asshole and using me for your ego (the bar is in the lowest circle of hell). After all those years of denying it to myself, you remain a constant ache in my chest. I still dream about you once a year and am hit with obscene longing every time. It would be comical if I weren't so disgusted at how much i want. And I'm so frustrated because it's been four years since I've last talked to you and it's you that i want specifically and only you. The blue room is long gone. That morning exists only in my memories. I've known no peace since. Thought time away would make the desire fade but it only gave the yearning depth. I've tried I've been trying i continue to try to let it go, let the wanting of you go. I endure raw desperation and this version is somehow the most amusing to my other friends, but the worst to you and you're not the cause, i just wish it were easier for me to have been your friend without simultaneously craving you.

But my long term longing is in your shape and the color of your skin and the tattoos you let me bite and how the morning sun hit your eyes and how we made each other laugh and i miss you all the time. How are your parents. What did you think about Senshi's story from Dungeon Meshi. What obscure movie are you going to recommend me now. Let's debate on why you said Junji Ito was for normies. I'll give you some of my tea and you'll thank me. Your friends probably still love you, even though your lives have all evolved, just talk to them. Will you let me kiss you properly just one last time? Don't let me kiss you, i'll probably never want to let go. I still haven't, but I swear I've tried everything I know though. Or do let me. I dont know. I've loved a couple people since the last time i thought i was in love with you. Apparently i cannot framework myself out of desire (who knew), but I've pried away the excess. I can love people without wanting them in my life anymore. Tell your parents you love them before it's too late.

I send a quick prayer for you every year on your birthday, i stopped greeting you because you never sounded like you enjoyed any of it, but it doesn't matter, the prayer is for my benefit, i never forget. I wish i could.

I wanted you before I knew how to be your friend. Maybe now I am paying that price. I like to believe I'm a better friend and lover now too, but we owe each other nothing. I love you anyway. I know you're not happy, but I hope you're content. I hope one day I'll see you out and about and my heart will stop feeling like it'll explode at the sight of your face. I'm a good liar but i know i can't help but look at you with reverence. Is that why you always looked like you knew something i didn't? I wonder what you saw on my face those last few times. I never did know how to covet without sacrificing and carving out a part of myself, but whatever spell you have me on means I've gotten better at loving myself too. I am no longer unhinged by longing and regret and aching. Time and space away from you (and everyone else really) has taught me that i dont need to bleed to prove my capacity to love. That sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave them the fuck alone because it'll be the best for everyone involved.

I'll see you. Probably next year in my dreams again.

Dedicated to the girl who continues to haunt my dreams even though it's been years since we spoke.

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[revelboo]

Can you do some cuddling fluff with sounders and ravage? It doesn’t matter which version

Please and thank you!

Sure!

Warm

Soundwave, Reader, Ravage

• Venting to find you and Ravage tangled together, your head against the bigger cassette’s side, Soundwave mass shifts and hoists himself up to join you both. And Ravage’s head lifts from where it was laying against your thigh, red optics alert and watchful before realizing it’s only him. Easing himself down at your back with his own head against Ravage, he remembers the cassette finding him. Taking him in. Her disapproval when he’d fallen in with Senator Ratbat, because power and shanix weren’t everything. But it was the difference between his adopted family having energon or doing without.

• Feeling Soundwave shift closer to you, frame curling around you as he drapes an arm across against your waist to play with your fingers, Ravage almost laughs. Remembering the lost youngling she’d found, those red optics afraid and defiant, overwhelmed with the world around him. He’s older now, not afraid to reach for what he wants. Hadn’t understood when she’d found him that he could pick up on other’s thoughts, that he couldn’t block them out, drowning in the noise and sensory overload. Bigger now, calmer and so serious. So careful, but she still remembers him younger, smiling hesitantly, optics so hopeful it hurt the first time he’d learned to block out the voices. Still her sparkling even though she’s now his cassette and he towers over her.

• Yawning as Ravage butts your hand with her muzzle and Soundwave interlaces his servos with your fingers, you smile sleepily. And Ravage is watching you, but without the judgement she’d first had in that red stare when Soundwave had brought you home and introduced you. Ignoring you forever until she’d found you sitting with Soundwave’s head in your lap, your fingers stroking his helm as he’d curled an arm around you. After that, the mecha panther had adopted you. Even snarled at Skywarp once to leave her kitten alone and you’d almost laughed despite being terrified of the seeker. But apparently, you and Soundwave are both kittens to her and neither of you are about to correct her. You like this warmth, the feeling of acceptance and belonging.

• He can hear the thrum of Ravage’s internal systems and spark, the steady rhythm of your breathing and heart, and it feels like coming home. Like being found all over again. And because she rescued him, he’d been able to rescue others in turn, adopting lost cassettes. Giving them shelter and the sense of stability and home Ravage had given him. Arm tightening around you, he presses his face against the back of your neck and he feels the faint rasp of Ravage’s glossa against his servos. Still taking care of him even now.

• Resting her head back on your hip, she watches Soundwave’s servos flex against your own. Can’t resent you anymore, but then she’d always had a weakness for the lost, for the frightened and helpless. And you? No claws or fangs, you’re completely helpless. She’s not entirely sure what the two of you are to each other. Sometimes catches Soundwave cupping your cheek, whispering to you, your heads touching. Or laying curled against each other like you are now, her kittens clinging to each other and her like the rest of the world might drown them if you let go and it’s a feeling she knows all too well. Her form made her vulnerable, so much smaller than most Cybertronians that she’d learned to be ruthless in self defense, to attack first. To survive. And that day, she’d almost walked right past that trembling youngling cowering against a wall in a back alley, his hands pressed against the sides of his helm, alone and too scared of everything to cry out for help. So thankful now that she’d hesitated, that he’d lifted his head and she’d seen those wide, hurt optics. And had approached him. Saved him.

[gf2bellamy]

not to break your heart and make you sad but how do you think dad spencer wouldve coped in prison away from his kid(s)

girldad!spencer strikes again.

spencer would not cope well in prison. at all.

his mind would be consumed by thoughts of his daughter. the idea of missing out on her life, of leaving you to raise her alone, would eat at him constantly.

he’d feel physically ill, every time he remembered he wasn’t there to tuck her in at night.

when you visited, you’d bring him drawings she made for him. he’d try so hard to keep it together, but the second you handed them to him, his breath would hitch. he’d hang them up in his cell, but every time he looked at them, his eyes would burn.

they were his only comfort, yet they also reminded him of everything he was missing.

you’d never bring her to see him in prison, and he’d never ask you to. the thought of her seeing him behind glass, in a jumpsuit, surrounded by guards, it would destroy him.

he’d rather she remember him as the man, the one who carried her on his shoulders and read her stories, not like this.

at home, she’d ask about him. "where’s daddy?" 

you’d kneel down, brushing her hair back, forcing a smile. "he’s just working, honey. he’ll be back soon."

sometimes, you’d buy her a new toy or book and say it was from him, just so she wouldn’t forget how much he loved her.

he’d write her letters, pages and pages of them. filled with bedtime stories, silly jokes, and promises of all the things they’d do when he got home. when you read them to her, she’d giggle, hugging the paper like it was him. and when you visited spencer, you’d recount every detail, how her face lit up and how happy she was.

the worst moments were the quiet ones.

lying on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was crying, if she was scared, if she even remembered his voice. he’d press his hands over his face, shoulders shaking, because the guilt was suffocating.

he keeps track of her age down to the hour. he knows exactly how old she is at any given moment.

“4 years, 7 months, and 6 days,” he’ll murmur to himself like a mantra, over and over.

he re-reads her letters and drawings until the pages are worn. he knows every scribble, every crooked heart by memory. sometimes he traces the lines with his fingertip, pretending her tiny hand is in his.

he dreams about her constantly. sometimes it’s her running into his arms in the backyard. sometimes it’s a nightmare, her calling out for him and he can’t reach her.

he tries to teach her through his letters. little lessons disguised as stories: "did you know butterflies taste with their feet?"

he wants her to always feel like he’s still guiding her, even from far away.

he imagines your life at home constantly. he pictures you making her breakfast, tying her shoes, buying her new dresses. he imagines you brushing her hair the way he used to, and he can’t decide if it makes him feel better or worse.

he feels crushing guilt. even though it wasn’t his fault. even though you tell him every visit: “you did nothing wrong.”

he still blames himself. for leaving you to do everything alone. for leaving his daugher to grow up without a dad. even if it was just for 3 months.

you’re his anchor. your voice. your smile during visits. the way you tell him stories, “she made a new friend at school.” the way you never stop believing in him. he’d fall apart completely without you.

he can’t let go of the image of her the day before he was taken away. whatever she was wearing, whatever she said. he plays that day over and over. he didn’t know it would be the last time he tucked her in for who knows how long. if he had, he would’ve held her longer.

he swears he’ll make it up to both of you one day. he doesn’t know how, or when, but in his mind, he builds a future where you’re together again.

[sweetdispatch]

Movie fan - L. Hughes

masterlist | Part 1 pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: You and Luke went on a date not really knowing what to expect warning: none

After receiving the message from you, Luke was all over the moon. He felt like the luckiest man in the whole world to this point that he forgot to text you back. The next day when he realised that you didn’t say a word, he noticed that he read the message but didn’t write back. Quickly, he texted you and set the date for friday. 

Luke planned the whole thing. At first, he decided to take you to his favorite restaurant because he wanted to impress you. He didn’t want any locals that he didn’t know. The food was important for him and he wanted the best for you. Right after the dinner, he planned a walk through the park before coming back to the dorm. 

You were sceptical about the date. You didn’t know anything about Luke except for the fact that he had the same lecture as you and he played hockey. You were scared that you two had nothing in common and the date will be as awkward as the conversation both of you had at the party. But you didn’t want to ditch on him when he made you this heartwarming presentation. 

Your roommate was repeating to you that Luke is a great guy and you should give him a chance. You wanted to believe her but it looked like you two had nothing in common except for the classes you two attempted. Day before the date, Luke sent you a message that he’s planning to take you out to the restaurant. You were clueless about the dress code but decided to wear a black dress that was your favorite to wear in summer. 

Before Luke came to you, he went to buy you a bouquet of flowers. He didn’t know which one to pick so he chose the most colorful one. For him, you were a colorful person and when he saw this bouquet, he knew it’s perfect for you. With pride, he walked into your dorm and knocked on your door. You opened them and your heart melted when you saw the flowers. 

“Hello” Luke said and handed you the flowers. “This is for you” He smiled. 

“Thank you so much. C’mon, I’ll put them in a vase and we can leave” You accepted the flowers and let him into your room. You put the flowers on your desk and grabbed a vase to pour water there, leaving Luke alone in your room. He was looking around, trying to learn the most about you. He saw your photos with friends on the wall and your family photo on the desk. You got back and put the flowers into the vase. “Shall we go?” You asked. 

“Of course. It’s close to the restaurant so I thought that we could walk there. Is it alright with you?” Luke asked you and you nodded. You took your purse and locked the doors. 

First minutes of the walk were quiet. You and Luke were walking next to each other but didn’t say much. You tried to calm your nerves and Luke was trying to come up with topics to talk with you. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, you felt alright just by walking without saying a word. When you arrived in the restaurant, Luke opened the door for you and let you walk first. You sat down and were looking at the menu. At that moment you decided to break the silence. 

“What do you recommend?” You asked him while looking at the menu. 

“I really like steak here with french fries. Butter chicken is also great but if you’re vegetarian, risotto with asparagus and zucchini is worth a try” Luke told you and looked at your face. He saw that you were concentrating and looked as beautiful as in the economy classes. 

Luke ended up ordering steak and you decided to try his recommendation of butter chicken. While you were waiting for the food, Luke tried to get you talking. When he was looking around the room, he learnt a couple of things about you and wanted you to feel comfortable with him. 

“I saw that you're a huge movie fan” Luke started and you looked at him confused. “the posters in your room” 

“Oh, it’s actually a funny story. My friend works in the cinema and she was stealing the posters for me from movies that she knew I liked. I’m more of a tv show person” You told him with a smile. “How about you?”

“I love movies. I don’t have much time to binge a tv show so I’m watching a lot of movies. I don’t know if you saw this one but I watched with my roommates The Iron Claw a couple days ago and I really liked it” Luke told you and you gasped. 

“No way. I love this movie. I cried at the end of it. It was so heart touching but also tragic. I watched this movie during the winter break and since then, I can’t stop thinking about it. Might be in my top 5 movies” You explained to him. 

“I told the same thing to the guys after we finished” Luke laughed. “What’s the latest tv show that you’re watching?” Luke asked you. 

“I’m rewatching Criminal Minds. I watched this tv show like three times already but it helps me to study and I always watch it while doing my homework” You told him and he looked surprised. 

“Should I be scared?” Luke joked and you laughed. 

“We’ll see after the date” You told him with a smile. 

At that moment, your food arrived and you started eating while talking. You learnt a lot about Luke and saw that he’s more than just an athlete. He’s a great guy and also really funny. He didn’t even try to be the funny guy but it came to him so naturally. You enjoyed the time you two had. 

Luke was shocked that you were actually a calm and collected person. He always thought that you’re more of a loud and energetic person but you were very similar to him. He loved when you were talking to him about something that you were interested in. He swore that he could listen to you for hours.

“What do you think about dessert?” You asked him when both of you finished eating. 

“Great idea but I was thinking about going to the park and grabbing an ice cream there” Luke told you and you nodded. 

Luke asked the waiter for a receipt so he could pay. You wanted to cover your part but he didn’t let you. You appreciated that but you didn’t want him to spend money on you. That’s why you knew that you’re gonna pay for the ice cream no matter what. Both of you left the restaurant and walked into a park. You felt Luke’ hand near yours and you grabbed his hand. He smiled at this move and now, you were walking holding each other’ hands. 

The walk to the park was quiet and that’s why you pulled out your airpods. You handed one airpod to Luke and you were walking holding hands and listening to music. It was peaceful and both of you enjoyed this. None of you wanted to cross the line and start talking. Just two of you, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. 

Luke ordered the ice cream for you and him but you quickly pulled out your card and paid for it. He looked surprised at you and acted like you hurt his ego by paying. You laughed at his reaction and he smiled at you widely. Both of you sat on the bench and started talking about plans for the next week while eating the ice cream. 

You felt comfortable with Luke by your side. He hasn't done anything to scare you or to intimate you. He wanted you to feel alright and safe with him and he was waiting for the green light from your side. Luke didn’t pressure you to do anything, he was respectful and you adored that in him. Luke walked you back to your dorm and stood there awkwardly while you were searching your keys. 

“Thanks for tonight. I had a great time with you” You told him and smiled. 

“Thank you for the chance. How about the same thing next week?” Luke asked you, hoping that you’ll agree. 

“With pleasure” You said and kissed his cheek. “Good night Luke, let me know when you get back to your dorm” And like that, you walked into your room and closed the door. 

Luke stood there for a couple more minutes trying to process what just happened. He couldn’t believe that you kissed him. Later, he walked to his dorm with a smile all over his face. His roommates saw how red he was on his face and laughed about it but he couldn't care less. You kissed him and it was something that stuck with him.

[skmhlml]

hello, my I ask for a Dark Cacao cookie x wife reader who had been trapped by Mystic Flour Cookie ? She's a little traumatise by this and please some fluff !!

Dark Cacao Cookie X Wife!Reader |One-Shot|

Date requested: 6/22/2025

▾ Baked by @fazbears-warehouse

The snow still whispered across the Citadel’s high towers, soft and slow. Dark Cacao Cookie stood by the window with arms crossed, frost clinging to the pauldrons of his armor. His heart, however, was far more burdened than his shoulders.

You were back.

You were home.

But you weren’t the same.

He could hear it in the way you walked—barely audible steps like you were afraid to disturb something. See it in the way your fingers always fidgeted, as if expecting chains. Even in your voice, which trembled when you spoke too long in the quiet.

The Citadel guards had found you in the ruins of Mystic Flour’s forgotten temple—buried beneath layered seals and dust-thick shadows. The very idea that a Cookie like her had touched you, kept you, haunted him.

He would have razed the entire mountain if it meant getting you back faster.

He turned from the window and crossed the room to where you sat on the edge of the bed. You didn’t flinch when you saw him, not like before. That alone made something in him release a breath.

Your hands rested over your lap, clutching the hem of the long cloak he’d placed on you earlier. It nearly swallowed you whole, thick and fur-lined. But your shoulders still trembled beneath it.

“…Are you cold?” he asked softly, kneeling before you. “Should I bring the fire closer?”

You shook your head, eyes flickering up to meet his—and then darting away.

“It’s not the cold,” you whispered.

He understood. Of course he did.

He reached out, slow and open-palmed, giving you the choice. You hesitated only briefly before setting your hand in his, fragile as spun sugar. You felt so small like this. So quiet. He missed your laughter, your warmth. The way you used to tease him for brooding too much.

“I keep hearing her voice,” you admitted, barely audible. “Even though I know she’s gone. I know you got me out. But… it’s like she’s still in my head. All the things she said. The rituals. The mirrors.”

His brow furrowed. Anger flared, deep and silent, but he didn’t let it reach you. Instead, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles reverently.

“She has no hold over you now,” he said firmly. “Only memory—and I will help you bury it, if that’s what you wish.”

Your lips trembled, then parted in a tiny breath of relief. “I… I thought I’d never see you again, Cacao.”

He moved closer, one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear before it could fall. “You are my wife. My soul. If I had to burn through ten thousand cursed temples to bring you back, I would have done so without hesitation.”

The tears came then, soft and slow, and you didn’t stop them. Instead, you let yourself fall forward—into his arms, into the breadth of his chest and warmth of his embrace. His cloak enveloped you both as he wrapped you in it, large arms holding you so securely you felt like nothing could reach you again.

“I was so scared,” you mumbled into his armor. “But it’s warm now. I feel warm again.”

“I will be your shield,” he murmured into your hair. “You will never face such darkness alone again.”

And that night, for the first time since your return, you slept without waking from nightmares. Cacao Cookie remained by your side, one arm around you, sword within reach—but his heart, finally, was steady.

You were here.

You were safe.

And he would never let you go again.

[gimmethatagustd]

ghostface killers | myg

You've had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn't know is that he's had his eyes on you, too.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Dead dove, friends to (???), Halloween, yandere

Word Count: 1,409

Content Warning: Dubious consent, knife play, blood play, stalking, humiliation, slut shaming, gaslighting, vaginal fingering, ambiguous/open ending

A/N: Another drabble from Halloween 2023~ Please enjoy this TikTok from a reader on AO3.

Clink. Clink. Clink. 

The wind kicks dry leaves across the sidewalk, swirling them around your feet. Twisting your torso around, you glance over your shoulder as you walk. One of your red stiletto heels falls in the crack between the slabs of concrete. Pain blooms in your ankle when you wobble. The sound of you sucking a breath through your clenched teeth is the only thing disrupting the still, crisp autumn air. 

Until you hear it again. 

Clink. Clink. Clink. 

It sounds like metal on metal, perhaps the jingle of keys or buckles knocking into each other as someone walks. 

Alcohol warms your cheeks and chest despite how revealing your red corset and miniskirt are. Still, you know that the sound following you ever since you left Jungkook’s Halloween party is real and not some alcohol-induced paranoia from walking home alone at two in the morning on Halloween. 

Jungkook hadn’t wanted you to walk, but finding an Uber so late at night would be impossible, and everyone else at the party had been too drunk to drive you home. 

Two blocks isn’t much at all.  

Clink. Clink. Clink. 

The sidewalk is empty when you twist around and try not to trip again. Streetlights cast shadows across the grass that could be people. Or animals. Or monsters. Creatures of the night. 

Taking a deep breath, you quickly unlock the gate that opens to wooden stairs leading to the backdoor of your apartment on the second floor. You rush up the stairs as quickly as you can in the stupid heels your best friend convinced you to wear because they’re sexy, and you both thought they might help you catch the eye of a certain boy. 

It wasn’t worth the trouble, though. The certain boy barely looked your way. 

For a second too long, you stall, fumbling with your keys to find the one that will unlock your backdoor. Your fingers feel numb from the cold, and your reflexes are dulled by whatever was in the punch Hoseok made. Perhaps that’s why you don’t know what looms behind you until its body has yours pressed against your door. 

Sticking your hands out, you try to stop yourself from hitting your face. It works, but now your arms are trapped between your body and the door. Your keys fall with a hollow thud, and for a heartbeat, the world is silent, like every creature in existence is holding its breath. 

Every creature except for the one crowding you against the door. It breathes, hot and heavy, against the shell of your ear, scattering goosebumps across your skin. You’re burning up from its body heat, the creature big and firmly pressed against every inch of you. 

But what makes your knees tremble isn’t the oppressive force of this thing sticking to you like a second skin. It’s the clink and then something cool and sharp pressed against your throat. 

You can’t swallow down your nerves without fear of your throat bobbing against what you guess is a large knife. 

“Are you scared?” a voice whispers. Soft lips brush the tip of your ear. Then a nose, buttoned and cold, drags along the side of your neck. “You’re being such a good girl, didn’t even scream.” 

Fear clutches your heart, but that voice strokes a fire in your core. It’s sick how you shiver against the man’s chest because you know it isn’t only because you’re scared of him. 

“You’re not funny, Yoongi,” you say with a shaky breath and do your best not to move too much when you talk. 

Yoongi chuckles into your shoulder, where he’s nuzzled his face. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.” 

The knife glides down your throat at the point with not enough pressure to break the skin but just enough for it to feel uncomfortable. 

“Are you gonna let me in?” 

It’s not a real knife. Yoongi is your friend; he wouldn’t threaten you. Or, at least, you think he’s your friend. He’d ignored you all night, though. 

“Did you seriously follow me all the way here at two in the morning just to scare me?” You elbow him out of the way so you can bend down to retrieve your keys. 

“Yeah,” Yoongi admits with a gummy smile. 

Inside your apartment, you can get a better look at him. His costume is just his regular clothes with a Ghostface mask, though he isn’t wearing the mask anymore. It’s tied to one of his belt loops. The side bumps against the metal of his belt when he walks. 

Clink. Clink. Clink. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

Yoongi’s grin grows. “Jungkook didn’t want you walking by yourself.” 

“Then why didn’t you walk with me instead of following me around like a creep?” 

You kick off your heels and take ginger steps toward the kitchen, the balls of your feet throbbing. Out of the corner of your eye, Yoongi shrugs. His pretty black hair falls against his shoulders and curls into his eyelashes when he tilts his head to watch you. 

“You knew I was there,” he doesn’t ask, just smiles when you roll your eyes. 

Catching your wrist, Yoongi stops you from crossing the living room to the kitchen. His grip on you is bruising when he yanks you into his chest. It’s claustrophobic and makes your stomach churn when you twist your wrist, and Yoongi doesn’t let go. 

“I’m thirsty.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, can’t manage to get any louder. “Let me go.” 

“Interesting,” Yoongi murmurs. “I’m thirsty, too.” 

You follow his eyes when he drops his chin to peer between your bodies. At the same time, you feel the cool edge of the knife drag up your thigh. The tip eventually catches on the edge of your miniskirt. In one swift motion, Yoongi flicks the knife up and cuts through the thin, stretchy fabric. A thin line of blood sprouts from the shallow cut his knife makes up the inside of your thigh. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, watching little dribbles of blood trickle down your leg. Heat spreads from the cut across your thigh and unfurls in your stomach. 

The dim lighting of your living room reflects in warm tones within Yoongi’s dark irises. Squeezing your wrist even tighter, he walks you backward until your legs hit the edge of your couch. 

“You liked it,” Yoongi points out with a tut of his tongue, his tone condescending and judgemental. The shame it stirs in your chest makes it hard for you to breathe. “Let me press you up against the door. Mark you up with this,” he twirls the knife around, making a show of how loosely he grasps it. 

“Yoongi.” 

Yoongi brings the knife to your lips to silence you. The tip glistens with your blood. 

“Keep quiet like a good girl for me, okay, sweetheart?” Yoongi kneels on the couch in between your spread legs. The position forces your ruined skirt higher up your thighs, exposing your sheer red thong. 

You watch in amazement as Yoongi drags the tip of his knife up your inner thigh until he reaches the edge of your thong. Lightly, he drags the tip along your clothed pussy. It doesn’t cut you, but you can’t stop shaking because it could, and you don't know what that would mean for you if you admitted that you kind of want it to. 

“Why are you–” 

“Shhh, don’t play so innocent,” Yoongi murmurs. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You dressed up so pretty for me. Look so good in red; I wanted to see more of it on you.” 

The knife presses against the crease of your inner thigh and slices upward, giving you another shallow cut while cutting you loose from your thong. 

You moan when Yoongi drags his cold fingers along your folds, dig your nails into his forearm when he plunges two fingers into your pussy and makes your muscles flutter.

“So wet for me, fuck, you’re such a slut,” Yoongi moans as your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers despite the press of the bloodied blade against your throat. 

"Yoongi, please," you buck into his hand, urging him to fuck you faster. Your thighs sting from the cuts, and your legs are wet with little streams of blood, but you've never felt so close to an orgasm so quickly in your life.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.” 

[dearlymrme]

Well-Balanced...? (Black Leg Sanji/Reader)

Part of Schrodinger's Shooting Star series.

Summary: Sanji is used to the morning shift. He's not used to having help from someone waking even earlier than he does. Your stay is obviously stressing you more than you let on and far be it from him to let you feel useless. You have a habit of ruminating on the negatives. So, he reminds you to rely on your crew. Anything on your mind, ask them instead of letting it circle in your head like a shark.

Sanji had woken up like clockwork, always before the sun, having learned day one as the Straw Hat’s chef that Luffy is solar powered and requires the bare minimum to be super charged for the whole day.

He found you in the kitchen nursing a steaming cup of tea. Normally he’d admonish anyone, man or woman, for touching his tools while he’s not present. Even Nami and Robin, two of the most beautiful women in the world, were not spared his scolding if they had to lift a finger in his kitchen.

Then he saw the dark bags under your eyes, and pale parlor had him clicking his mouth shut and taking stock of things.

The only evidence you had made tea in the first place was the wet sheen in the sink and suds in the drain. The counter was also wiped and nothing out of place from how he had left it last night. He supposes he can respect you in his kitchen given that you respect his kitchen.

The one sin he can’t pardon is the overwhelming herbal scent. He can tell a poorly brewed tea just by the smell.

He glances your way and watches as you take a slow sip from your cup and doesn’t know whether to be concerned or impressed by your lack of expression. As though your taste buds have fallen asleep in order to make up for your own lack of sleep.

It’s got to be bitter but given the eye-bags that seem to get heavier and darker every day, he can’t blame you for wanting something to help with the exhaustion.

A good rest would also do it but he’s overheard Nami say you toss and turn with the ship. Either still unused to the sea or it’s the stress of your circumstances. You were scared, though you only showed it through small motions.

Your hands ticked the same way his did when the urge for a smoke was too much to ignore. You chewed your lip like it was made from candy. Even though Luffy’s usual antics seemed to lighten your mood there was still a weight pulling you down.

While you said that this was not a world you would be well suited for, he was at least grateful that your world had manners. Despite what he knows is one of the most bitter teas to have ever been brewed on the ship, you polish it off without wasting a drop. As he gave the counters an extra wipe before prepping for breakfast, you casually soft stepped behind him to wash your cup.

Then, you asked him in a soft but tired voice.

���Anything I can do to help?” He saw the haunting hollowness in your eyes. Someone with the need to just *do*. A distraction of any kind to help your brain process.

You’re still adjusting, Chopper made it clear for them not to press you too much, but there is a big difference between physical health and mental fortitude. You seem self-aware of your own state of mind. Any time you're seen it’s always in the constant company of another crew member, just coexisting in the same room. On the Merry, it would have been near impossible to pull off. The Sunny had more room for privacy if wanted. So, it was intentional that you never let yourself be alone.

He’s realized that something big to help you is to feel included. Small things, busy things. Sometimes, something as mindless as tying rope or counting coins. Sharpening colored sketch pencils for Usopp. Sorting through the recycle pile for Franky and separating the nuts from the bolts. Tidying up the library shelves for Robin. And having a near holy amount of patience by letting Luffy play pretend as he describes their adventures so far.

He didn't even have to tell you to wash your hands. The second he gave the okay, you had already started to lather, even getting under your nails. He let you shower the eggs and hand them over one by one as he scrambled. He corrected your hold on the small knife and showed you how to properly mince the peppers with your knuckles instead of your fingers. He let you set the table, and by the time you were done laying plates, the crew would be up and minutes away from running in for breakfast.

Breakfast, as usual, is hectic. Your first morning with the crew comes teaching the most important lesson of the Straw Hat Pirates.

“Make your plate fast and guard it with your life.” Dawning realization as if you knew the storm approaching by heart. You had managed to stack your plate just before the crew fell through the door. Gangling limbs of rubber and constricting holds as Usopp and Nami try to pull Luffy away from the inevitable.

“Dang it, Luffy! Let us at least get to the table first!”

“But it smells so good! Sanji made bacon! Oh! Oh, and I smell sausage!” Robin made her appearance and, with her multiple arms, managed to wrestle him down.

Both Nami and Usopp collapsed from the effort it took to hold back the straw hat captain.

“Come on now, Luffy. We want our lucky star to have a chance to eat, too, right?” Luffy froze and hummed, pouting as a sign of defeat.

The black haired archaeologist smiled and released him from the grapple. A clone hand sprouted from his shoulder, giving his head a praising pet.

And your eyes had widened with the boy flashing you a trademark smile.

“Sanji’s food is the best in the whole wide sea. You can have first dibs, I guess.” He huffs as he takes his seat with the rest, hands twitchy to grab a plate. He pouts as though forcing himself to eat a spoonful of medicine. “But hurry up, I’m hungry!”

You were allowed that one blessing that one day. Then, you quickly adapted to the hungry greed of Luffy’s stomach like a pro.

Today was no different, your arms wrapped around your plate like a fortress of fortitude and brandishing your fork in your hand like a knife. You leaned over your plate and made to jab Luffy any time he stretched his fingers anywhere near your food.

It was humorous just how futile it was. Their captain tapped on one shoulder to get to you to look and then snatched your bacon off your plate while your head was turned. No one could help you. Every day was an entirely different lesson as Luffy came up with new and inventive ways to snatch scraps.

And at the end, with breakfast finished, you would usually pick who to spend your day with before they left the kitchen, following in their shadow like a lost puppy. Given that you remained seated as the crew thanked Sanji for the meal, you had decided on him.

You carefully tidied up the table, separating the plates from the cutlery to hand him for the sink. He trades you for a clean cloth, and you’d wipe up the mess.

“You know, you don’t have to do any of that, right?” He interrupts the quiet idle clattering of polishing forks and freezes when he feels a tension suddenly creep in the room. He turns to look over his shoulder to see you holding the broom with sudden white knuckles and a look of anxiety.

“Sorry, am I–...? Um, does it bother you?” Lips chapped from constant nibbling, he realizes his bad choice of words and quickly tries to backtrack.

“No, what I meant was…If you want, we can just talk?” You look at him with wide and lost eyes. “You’re always trying to work through it on your own. You’re quiet even though you're suffering. You don’t have to take this whole world on your shoulders, you know. You’ve got a crew now."

He offers his hand for you to take. A smile meant to settle your stomach as well as any meal.

"Lean on us a little.”

You hesitate long enough that a lesser man would have given up and returned to the task at hand, but he can see you mentally arguing and working through the logic of it all.

“Sometimes the best things in life are best doing scared.”

It settles you, grabs you by your shoulders, and shakes the hesitation from you. Like he’s added oil to your joints, and the stiffness works its way out of you as you set aside the broom and take his hand.

He grinned, tugging you over and stepping around you almost as if he led you in a dance before placing you in front of the sink to finish the dishes, and he starts on lunch.

“What’s bothering you so much? What is on your mind right now?”

“How does milk regrow your bones?” He huffs a laugh at how you start on one of the silliest questions.

“Milk regrows your bones. That’s just a common fact.”

“Is it? I mean, is milk the only thing that's literal like that?…What kind of cow do you even milk to get milk that can regrow your bones?”

And he pauses from wiping the counter for prep and glances towards you.

“...Does…milk from your world…not do that?”

“No!” You state solidly and continue washing the dishes.

“Will your carrots actually improve my eyesight? In my world, it's an old wives' tale. A lot of expressions like this are just to get kids to stop being picky and eat their vegetables.”

He stares, prep now set aside for later as he takes a step to you and takes you by the shoulder.

“What?” You blink at him, and a deep pit begins to open in his stomach.

“What else have I been feeding you that’s like that?”

A few minutes later, the dishes are finished, and water boils. You sit on the table with Chopper across from you, listing off vegetables and fruits. Chopper furiously scribbles in on his increasingly thickening pile of notes about your health.

Sanji furiously turns pages in his cookbook and recipe cards. Scouring his memory and cross-referencing every recipe he’s ever cooked up to this point in an attempt to salvage the nutrition he thought he was providing.

“You mean eating spinach doesn’t actually make your muscles grow?”

“I mean, it does, but not to that extreme!”

“What about tomatoes? Can we still use them as sunscreen?” Chopper asks in genuine and fearful concern.

You close your mouth and shock overtakes your own face.

“You can use tomatoes as sunscreen?!”

Sanji's hands shake as he reaches for a cigarette.

“What kind of hellish world do you come from…?!”

How much dietary neglect had he been subjecting you to by accident? On the topic of allergies, he had watched you like a hawk with any foreign ingredients.

But he didn't expect their regular shared foods and ingredients to be so biologically different. They needed to start from the ground up and formulate a new diet plan.

Each and every food-stuff from apples to zucchini has been brought to question.

Chopper starts once again, another page in your ever growing file.

“M-Maybe it’s the way our soil interacts with the Devil Fruit-infused environment?! Or our entire world’s geology? You said that while your world is more salt water than fresh it’s a LOT smaller than ours?”

“That was more of an assumption, really. I figured it had to be smaller because we've mapped the whole thing.”

“WHAT?!”

And then Nami is sitting in the kitchen, also with a notebook furiously scribbling in her pages with wide-eyed shock.

[deswhomst]

🦋 favorite platonic skittles hc

ooh i love them sm and have a lot of hcs for them. putting this under the cut bc it’s going to be long:

dorcas had to give them all “the talk” because none of the rests’ parents did

i love the idea of quidditch player evan—him, dorcas, and regulus as chaser, keeper, and seeker respectively on the same team

dorcas as a prefect who used her prefect powers for petty reasons (as she should)

younger barty was that one guy who always went “my mother said—” as a reliable source

pandora embraces all the weird aspects of herself and her friends love her for it

dorcas, who’s like the epitome of powerful and cool, and regulus, who’s all outwardly dangerous, both get SO scared whenever there’s an insects around it’s embarrassing asf for them and the other three have their fun with it

i heavily believe in the evan and regulus childhood best friends agenda—like at all their family events, they would find each other and it would make everything more bearable

they all make fun of regulus for being pretentious. just imagine their reactions to “do not enter without the express permission of R.A.B.” lmaoo

pandora and regulus being each other’s date to things so people don’t bother them :D

love the idea of them just being this band of misfits—a little awkward or a little too hostile or a little too weird—finding each other <333

barty and pandora matched each other’s freak!! they were out there doing mad scientist shit all the time

pandora made them lowkey ugly looking friendship bracelets but the five of them wore them till the day they died—even tho they died separately, they had a part of each other with them which meant they were never alone

they were very accepting of each other’s identities and very protective too. you couldn’t misgender them bc the others would dismember you

evan was AMAZING at impersonating others and he was always making fun of the others by doing so

dorcas didn’t have many friends in her own year bc she kept it super real and people didn’t want to hear it but the skittles accepted and loved her for it

i have so many feelings about dorcas and regulus in particular i made this headcanon for them yesterday!! in general i just think she was regulus’ biggest supporter and he respected her more than anyone

yk that audio that’s going around on tiktok “if you see me in america, i might say hi, but if you meet me out in europe, i’m a talkative guy” that’s them. all of them. europe is the five of them and america is the rest of the world

after the boys became DEs and their group fell apart (</3 </3) i think about pandora and dorcas getting so much closer than ever before and always showing up for each other—pandora’s wedding and all—i don’t think TOO much about it tho because it gets real sad real fast

dorcas was the first person pandora told she was pregnant and dorcas was like “you’re a CHILD?? you’re a child having a CHILD???” but was super supportive after her initial surprise wore off

evan and barty sent pandora anonymous wedding gifts from themselves and regulus (he was already dead) (she knew it was from them and kept them)

[abiatackerman]

(request)- Where Levi comforts his girlfriend during a thunderstorm

It was a sweet request, I felt so cozy while writing this... Anyways thanks for requesting, I hope you'll enjoy!

The storm can't touch you here

Summary: Levi comforting you during a thunderstorm!

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns

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The thunder cracks again—louder this time. Sharp, violent.

It splits through the silence of the night like a whip across your nerves.

Your heart skips, thuds, then begins its fast, uneven rhythm. You toss the blanket off, climbing out of bed like a ghost, barefoot and dazed. You know you won't sleep. Not like this.

Not with the storm howling just outside your window.

You wrap your arms around yourself, moving quietly down the hallway. The barracks are still and dark, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the stone walls. You don't know where you're going—just that you don't want to be alone.

Your feet carry you toward the mess hall.

Maybe someone else is awake. Maybe a distraction. Anything.

You push the heavy door open slowly and freeze.

There's only one other person in the room.

Levi.

He's sitting at a table near the corner, where the light hits just right. A small ceramic cup rests between his hands, steam rising lazily from the top. His posture is relaxed but upright, legs crossed neatly beneath the table. His eyes lift to you the moment the door creaks.

He doesn't look surprised. Just… observant.

"You're up late," he says plainly, voice quiet, cutting through the stillness like a knife through silk.

You shift awkwardly in the doorway. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

Before he can reply, the sky flashes white through the windows. A second later, thunder cracks, long and angry. You flinch—hard—shoulders jerking up. Your fingers grip the edge of the doorframe. You almost yelp.

Levi's eyes sharpen.

"Tch. Scared of thunderstorms?"

You swallow and force a nod, cheeks warming. "Yeah."

He doesn't mock. Doesn't smirk. Just gestures with a short tilt of his chin to the chair across from him.

"Sit down."

You hesitate, then walk over and lower yourself onto the wooden chair, folding your hands in your lap to hide the slight tremble in your fingers.

"I know it's lame," you mumble, not meeting his eyes. "I mean—who still gets scared of thunder at this age? It's ridiculous."

There's a beat of silence as he lifts his cup, sips, and sets it down again with barely a sound.

Then—calmly, evenly—he says, "Everyone fears something."

Your eyes lift to him slowly.

"The strongest people I know," he continues, "have things that keep them up at night. That make their hands shake. Fear's not weakness." His gaze settles on you, unreadable but steady. "There's probably a reason behind it."

You look down, a small smile tugging at your lips. That's all he says—he doesn't ask what happened. He doesn't dig. He just… leaves space.

It feels like breathing room.

He shifts slightly, then nods toward the counter. "Want tea?"

You glance up again, surprised. "You're offering me tea?"

"Don't make it weird," he mutters. "You're already in here like a scared stray cat. Might as well stay warm."

You laugh under your breath—quiet, but genuine—and nod. "Okay. Thanks."

A few minutes later, the warmth of the mug seeps into your hands as you sit across from him in silence. The storm continues to rage outside, but it feels distant now. Like it's happening somewhere else.

Here, with Levi, everything is still.

And maybe because of that your eyes start to grow heavy without you realizing it. The late hour settles into your bones. The comfort lulls you. At some point, your head drops against the cool surface of the table.

You didn't mean to fall asleep.

But the next thing you know, you're drifting—soft, weightless, surrounded by the faint scent of black tea and something familiar: clean fabric and a trace of cedar.

You don't feel the cold.

Because sometime in the quiet, Levi stands up, steps beside you, and lays his jacket gently over your shoulders.

He watches you for a moment—silent, unreadable—but his expression softens slightly at the sight of your peaceful face.

He doesn't wake you. Doesn't speak.

He simply returns to his seat, tea in hand, eyes drifting to the window where lightning flashes once again.

The thunder still growls.

But here, in the warm glow of the mess hall, beneath his jacket and steady gaze—

It never touches you.

[zealousconnoisseurdinosaur]

To summarize: Gojo and Geto are yandere for you and bully you. You think one night with you will will put an end to their interest. You're wrong

Warnings: SMUT. Explicit. Threesome M/M/F. Dubious consent bc reader does try to say no at one point, drugs that reader somewhat willingly takes, yandere, 18+ only pls

Imagine being Gojo and Geto's darling. Imagine being the shy girl at university who just wants nothing more than to just get her degree without losing her scholarship. Except there's these two men who just don't leave you alone.

They bully you relentlessly- your notebooks go flying, you're cornered into the wall several times while they cockily stare you down- it's by the skin of your teeth that you've avoided them getting sexual with you in any way. A passing teacher, the bell ringing, and even a stray fire alarm have your utmost gratitude for saving you from them.

But eventually it gets to you. You know they want you. You think it's curiosity- maybe fascination that you don't fawn over them like the girls that follow them around. You think that maybe- just maybe- if you let them have you, their curiosity will be sated and they'll discard you like yesterday's trash. It's an idea that festers in your mind throughout the years of their bullying. You don't have the courage to go through with it- not in the first year, or the second year. But the third year is when you find yourself entertaining it more and more.

There's only so much of their bullying you can take. The lack of social life due to being their usual target is wearing you thin. You think that just letting them have you could give you some peace for the rest of your degree. However, it would mean giving up your virginity to your bullies and that thought itself keeps you from acting on your insane idea. You could live with them taking your notes, lunch and social life- but this? Maybe if you had already found someone to be with already- because anyone would be a better to give your virginity to- you would be fine with sleeping with them. But everyone avoids you like the plague because of them.

So all you do is stay bear the bullying. The third year progresses and by the time it's halfway done, you feel more and more done. In fact, it's one afternoon where Gojo and Geto corner you again that you feel like you've gone insane-

'Now, were you trying to avoid us princess?'

You want to scream yes but you know Gojo isn't beyond violent scare tactics when you make meager attempts to fight back. You simply keep your eyes to your feet, trying your best to ignore his grinning face. Geto was at the side, on the phone with someone. You have no doubt he'll be questioning you of the same when he's done with his call.

'Hey!'

Fingers snap in front of your face, startling you and making you look at him. Now that Gojo has your attention again, he begins scolding you in that teasing way of his. You don't pay attention to his words as your frayed mind goes back to your insane plan. You think to yourself that you shouldn't, that it could very well backfire on you, but Gojo keeps talking and his body has you cornered. His large frame easily towers over you, leaving you with nowhere to go.

Breath unsteady and fingers shaking, you grab Gojo by the collar and press your lips against his.

The reaction is immediate, he freezes for about 5 seconds before immediately taking control over the kiss. Rough hands grab your waist and pull you flush against him, while your hands wrap around his neck. His tongue makes it's way past your lips, while one hand grabs your thigh to lift your leg onto his hip so he can grind into you.

This is the sight Suguru Geto walks back into, and he's more than amused.

'Now, this is a surprise'

It really is. He'd always know that Satoru would go through with his attraction for you in some way- he'd just never expected you to respond so enthusiastically to him.

Gojo breaks away from your lips to respond

'Princess kissed me first, yknow'

Gojo starts pressing kisses into your neck and Geto comes closer to you. You pull him into a kiss, much like you had with Gojo. Your arms wrapped around Geto's neck while Gojo heatedly marks up your neck. Both men are freely groping your body- but you don't care. You think that it's just a matter of making it to the next morning. They'll have had their fill of you and you'll finally be free of them.

With that thought, you press your chest against Geto's even more.

'Man, she's really eager huh?'

Geto breaks away from your lips to respond

'That she is. But we should take her to our place.'

Gojo whines, but ultimately agrees. You hardly remember the walk to the car, or how the car ride went. All you know is that it's 6 PM and that you're sitting on a couch in an apartment that's too expensive for words. Even the couch itself feels like it costs 3 times your yearly tuition. But you don't get to focus on that, not when you have two men eager to make you theirs.

You think it's their excitement to finally get their hands on you, to get that score on their record. You don't know that it's because they finally have the love of their lives in their grasp. The thought of finally having you has them too excited, so they keep you between them.

While Geto dominates your lips, Gojo attaches himself to your neck. His lips are persistent, leaving deep marks that have you moaning wantonly into Geto's mouth. The moment you break apart from Geto to breath, a rough hand pulls your face to the other side and suddenly Gojo's lips are pressed to yours. Geto takes his turns marking up your neck, his hands sneakily moving under your skirt. It's when he presses two fingers against your clothed pussy that you yelp into Gojo's mouth, causing both men to chuckle at your reaction.

You pull away from Gojo, who goes back to your neck while turning to talk to Geto.

'Wait I'm-'

You're cut off by your own moan as Geto begins to persistently rub you through your underwear. Gojo begins to unbutton your shirt while Geto steals one more kiss from you before moving to kneel in front of your legs. You think things are progressing faster than you want- but this is what you want right? To have one night to get rid of them? But no. You don't know if you can live with the memory of them pleasuring you like this. You open your mouth and prepare to fight to get out of their grasp, only for a tongue to lick at your clit.

The moan that leaves your mouth is nothing like the strong voice you'd planned on using. You hadn't even realised that Gojo had moved you to sit on his lap, your back pressed against his bare chest. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't even paid attention to them taking off your undergarments and Gojo spreading your legs open with his hands.

Before you can try voicing anything, Geto's tongue becomes persistent, licking away at your pussy with precision that had you reeling. Gojo's hands busy themselves with your breasts, fondling them relentlessly, pinching your nipples. You still think you can pick yourself up from this- but then Geto slips two fingers into you and find yourself throwing your head back into Gojo's shoulder.

'How does she taste Suguru?'

His fingers maintain a good, steady pace inside you as you writhe on Gojo's lap.

'So sweet. She's tight too. Gonna have to prep her a lot for us'

Gojo hums in interest, before leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. A question comes to mind and rolls of his tongue as you grind against him while making those cute noises.

'How many men have you been with princess?'

You don't hear him the first time, too caught up in Geto flicking your clit with his tongue while three of his fingers moved in and out of you relentlessly. But Gojo isn't patient enough to understand your situation, and repeats his question sternly, hand going down to pinch your clit as punishment.

You answer him, almost sobbing from how close you are. You're too caught up in your upcoming orgasm to notice how the two men freeze and share a look of delight. You don't know that you've given them more than they thought they would get from you. It was already exciting enough that they were finally getting their darling- and so willingly too. But like this?

They would be your first and last. No other man would get to have you. You don't even know how much you've screwed up your own plan and you don't have any time to think about it as Geto makes you fall apart on his fingers. His tongue and fingers persist even when your orgasm is over. You tremble and whimper in overstimulation, trying to get Geto to stop, but Gojo holds you down effortlessly.

It doesn't take long for you to orgasm again in their grasp as Geto continues with his ministrations. Your panting and jelly in Gojo's arms as he finally stops.

Suguru wipes his mouth as he stands up and eyes you lying on top of Satoru. He exchanges a look with the aforementioned man, one you miss completely. You're so out of it you don't notice Gojo carrying to the bedroom. You're trying to catch your breath as you lie on top of silk covers in a bed that's impossibly big.

The two men have stripped themselves of the rest of their clothes by the time you regain some of your senses. This time it's Geto who lies behind you, pressing his muscular chest against your back, while Gojo looms over you. You'd felt his muscles before, watched him flex them in efforts to impress you over the years, but now that his entire body was pressed against you, even you feel a little bit of awe at him. That awe, however, is replaced by horror once his length is pressed against your slit.

'Gojo-'

You're immediately reprimanded to use their first names and you agree in your desperation.

'Please this is my-

'I know baby. I'll be gentle.'

You want to believe him but the grin on his face is devious. You think it's because he won't keep his word. Suguru knows that Satoru is grinning because of his excitement at claiming you. Hurting you was never on the table for them. Sure, they'd picked on you, but that was only because you never looked their way. Now that you were finally doing what you were meant to, they would never need to hurt you again.

You don't know this thought process, so you brace yourself in horror as Satoru begins to sink into you. Your nails sink into his shoulders, as you close your eyes and grit your teeth at the pain. Suguru helps keep you steady, watching as Satoru's mouth drops open as he manages to bottom out inside you. God he wants to be inside you too, but that can wait. They have the rest of their lives after all. Suguru decides to focus on rubbing your clit, knowing that it'll help you take Satoru better.

It takes a while of Satoru and him caressing and kissing you, but eventually Satoru can move. He surprises even himself with the slow and steady pace he starts with, but then again, it's your first time and Satoru thinks that doing a good job would earn him your affection.

If only you had any idea of their mindset, you would have never kissed Satoru.

Despite your fears, and much to the disgust of the part of you that has self respect, you begin to enjoy yourself. Your moans and whispers, combined with your arms looped around his neck, it makes him want to go feral. The two of you are gaze into each other's eyes- and even though you don't know who initiated it, suddenly you're making out.

It's an odd combination. Satoru's cock gets faster as he buries himself inside you again and again, his tongue pushing its way past your lips while Suguru's hands fondle your breasts. You can even feel Suguru's erection on your ass, and your body moves with Gojo's thrusts in a way that gives him some much needed friction. You lose yourself in pleasure, lips breaking away from Satoru's as you squeeze around him deliciously. He wants to cum inside you but holds back and fucks you through your orgasm.

Suddenly though, he pulls out. You're dragged to the edge of the bed and forced to sit up. Suguru keeps you upright as Satoru keeps one leg on the ground and one knee on the bed to slip inside of you again. You hold on to Satoru's arms for dear life as he begins a more brutal pace.

'Fuck princess- you're too tight'

You whimper as Suguru turns your head back and kisses you.

'Just look at him sweetheart. Look at how Satoru can barely hold himself together'

There's a bead of sweat moving down his temple, his muscles tensed and teeth gritted as pounds you relentlessly. Gone is the gentleness from before. Now, he's just a man desperate to fill you up with his cum.

'Fuck baby, you gotta cum too, okay? Cum with me'

Satoru doesn't bother to wait for your response, movements growing more and harsh as his balls slap against your ass. You're nearing your peak too, shivering as Suguru pinches your nipples to help you. Soon enough, they have you falling off the edge, crying out Satoru's name without thinking. Satoru follows along with you, grunting and groaning as you tighten around him and milk him for all he's worth. He keeps slamming his hips against yours even as he cums, determined to enjoy your warmth. You're too far gone to think of the implications of him cumming inside you.

In the aftermath, Satoru lies on top of you, but doesn't rest too much of his weight on your tired form. You think to yourself that it's one down- one more to go. So despite your tiredness, you twist your form to lie on Suguru and kiss him, pressing your chest against his and grinding against his length. Satoru moves to lie down next to the two of you, watching as your cum filled pussy rubs against his best friend's cock.

Suguru is different from Satoru, you think. While Satoru had been eager, he'd been gentler than you thought possible. Suguru was rougher with you, dragging you to his lap and guiding you to mount his cock. Your hands rest on his chest as he starts at a rough pace. You're not really riding him as much as he's holding you still so he can fuck up into you. You lean down and kiss him- you don't know if it's because you're enjoying yourself or if it's because you want to make the night as good as possible so he sees you as clingy.

But the kiss persists, your hands exploring his chest as he relentlessly fucks you.

'That's right sweetheart, that's right. Fuck you're so tight'

Satoru joins in of course, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. You're so far gone that you don't even bat an eyelash and simply start sucking on it. You think that you're nearing the end of this trial. The end of having to see them. So you'll give them anything they want. You allow yourself to lick long stripes at Satoru's cock, ignoring the way he hisses and the way Suguru looks at you in awe.

It's when Satoru manages to push his way to a steady pace in your mouth that Suguru makes you cum- your sore hole is pounded into over and over again as your cum coats him. You moan around Satoru's cock, causing him to curse as he hurriedly pulls out of your mouth and jerks all over your face. Suguru's orgasm is different from Satoru's. He slams into you violently thrice before stilling, growling your name as he floods you with his cum.

The three of you are a panting mess by the end, and somehow you're lying in between them, covered in cum you don't have the energy to clean. The other two men catch their breath more quickly than you do. You think that maybe they are debating how to throw you out- after all, they had gotten what they wanted from you.

What you don't expect is for Satoru to position you on your side, lift your leg up and slide back into you. He immediately starts at a rough pace, uncaring of Suguru's cum now coating his cock. Suguru moves to get something from the bedside drawer, while you exhaustedly try to talk to Satoru. Satoru isn't in any mood to listen though, and keeps interrupting you with kisses as he pounds your cunt.

You think maybe it's your fault for thinking that one round each would be enough. Even if they kept you up all night, you're sure they'll be done with you in the morning. So you allow yourself to cry out as Satoru hits a sensitive spot inside you. Sugure returns with..jelly?

You realize it's the other kind of jelly, the one that you get in the back alleys and night parties. Suguru takes out three pieces, eats one himself and feeds one to the man relentlessly pounding your cunt. The third one is clearly for you. You've never taken something like this before, but you think it might help you through the night with them. So you allow Suguru to feed it to you. You don't get to focus on the taste as you fall apart on Satoru's cock at that exact moment, whining as he rearranges your insides before pumping you full of his cum.

The drug doesn't take long to take effect, and the next thing you know, you wake up in the morning. You're wrapped in silk sheets and surrounded by the warmth of the two very naked men. Your head is pounding, and you can only scrunch your head in pain as last night's memories come back to you.

You remember kissing Satoru and Suguru. You remember Suguru burying his head between your legs and making you see stars. You remember Satoru taking your virginity, riding Suguru while sucking Satoru off, Satoru fucking you on your side, eating jelly and then-

Oh god

You only remember in flashes, but at some point you had given Satoru the ride of his life, while Suguru had jerked off to the sight. Suguru had you on your hands and knees, smacking your ass while wildly thrusting into you while you choke on Satoru's cock. You recalled a multitude of position changes, each one more lewd then the other, which explains why you're so sore. But no, there's one that was even worse and explained why you hurt so badly.

You recall both men holding you up between them and slipping into your pussy together. You don't think you were even all that conscious when it happened, but you know you're not imagining the moans and groans that had passed between you three. The conversation was still clear in your mind.

'Oh baby fuck fuck you feel so good'

Satoru. He'd said that when you'd cum on their cocks

'That's it sweetheart. Such a good girl. We'll give you everything you want pretty girl. Jewelry- Fuck- clothes. You just gotta -oh my fucking God- keep being a good girl for us'

Suguru. He'd said that while rubbing your clit as they rutted into you for the unteempth time.

'Don't stop don't stop please-'

That was.. you?

You'd begged them to keep fucking you?

Shaking your head, you think you can scold yourself later. You should leave now, get out of here and enjoy the beginning of your peaceful life. But the moment you try to stand, you crumble to the ground with a pained cry. Satoru and Suguru are immediately by your side.

You're helpless as they easily lift you back into the bed, scolding you for your recklessness.

'We did a real number on you babe. You gotta take it easy'

Satoru kisses you on the lips. You don't kiss back, but he doesn't care.

'Sorry, my love. We should have been gentler. We were just too excited to finally make you ours.'

Suguru kisses you too, unaware of the horror you feel at what he just called you.

Both men get wrapped up in their own discussion of ordering a special breakfast since it's their girlfriends first morning with them. They debate on what to order, while you watch them numbly, before Satoru orders what is easily half the menu.

You'd thought that they'd be done with you in the morning. You never thought that they would actually want to keep you around. Especially not as their girlfriend.

You really wish you hadn't kissed Satoru yesterday.

[only10th]

TW: angst/no comfort, mcd

Can you imagine during the nightless city massacre, when jyl was asking Wwx to stop the corpses she actually doesn’t notice the cultivator about to stab Wwx? She realizes too late, and doesn’t have time to shove him away, so the sword runs through him cleanly and LWJ witnessed it. He yells Wwx’s name as jyl shrieks in agony.

Wwx tries to make sense of the situation, staring down at the bloodstained blade that pierced through his body. It almost doesn’t look real, probably his body still playing catch up from the trauma.

“I did it… haha, I-I did it!” The cultivator exclaimed victorious, pulling the blade out without a care.

He merely winced when the blade left his body. He couldn’t let himself show his pain, not when shijie was hurt and crying because of him. Instead, he forced his lips into a smile. Tired, bloodied, but reassuring nonetheless.

“I-I’m fine, shijie. D-don’t worry— Don’t w-worry about me.” Wwx rasps, doing his best to not let himself slump over his injured shijie. Though, his arms wouldn’t stop trembling as he slowly lost strength to hold JYL up. He swallows the discomfort, bites on his tongue to stifle down a pain-filled groan. He’s not even bothered by the overwhelming and nauseating taste of copper in his mouth.

The sound of swords clashing against one another, and the cries of cultivators fighting amongst each other slowly fades away. It’s nice, for once, to just be able to not hear the disturbing sound of war. It really all went away because of his shijie, who for some reason kept reaching up to his face. There’s fear in her hazel eyes, but not the same fear that Wwx has become accustomed seeing. It was that same look she gave him whenever madam Yu went too far with his punishment, or when he couldn’t keep his promise to smile no matter how hard it prove to be.

No… he doesn’t deserve that look… not after what he’s done. What he’s put her through.

“S-Shijie… A-Xian is s-sorry…” it’s all he can muster without choking, but he can only hope his sorries hold the heaviness of all his regret.

“Y-You’re going… to be o-okay, A-Xian.” Jyl heaved, trembling hands caressing his face. “Shijie will take care of y-you.”

A blur of purple and white appear on his peripheral, One moment he’s staring at his shijie’s distraught face and the other the darkened sky greets him as he’s pulled back into warmth. For a moment, Wwx believes he’s being held by a cluster of clouds. For a moment, Wwx felt bad for staining them with his blood. With the grime and resentment clinging to his very essence.

The sky soon is replaced by a pair of beautiful yet worried golden eyes. Those eyes he had grown so used to seeing hold nothing by coldness and contempt. As if they held a blizzard aching to be set free. Despite the hatefulness adorning them, Wwx always thought they were one of the most beautiful things he had ever set his eyes on.

Now they held nothing but sadness, desperation… sorrow, perhaps? Hah… that can’t be right… LWJ wouldn’t feel any of those things, let alone directed to him.

“Wei Ying…?” The Lan whispered with fear.

“Y-You should’ve… d-driven your sword through me.” He whispered with a half smirk, before coughing. “S-someone beat you… to…”

“Do not speak!” LWJ interrupts with a snap.

Heh, things never changed between them.

Wwx wants to keep talking, but all he can manage is taking painful short breaths. It hurts to breathe. It drives fear into him, because he’s not done. Wwx is not done fulfilling his word. His promises.

Shijie got hurt. Left her and her son all alone in this world. Wen Qing and Wen Ning… those fools! How dare they give up their lives for the likes of him… he’s the one that deserves to die, not them. Anyone but them.

And ayuan… oh, his little radish is waiting for him. Who’s gonna protect them if not him…

Wwx grabs a fistful of white and tugs the Lan down with all his strength, desperate and scared. He swallows a mouthful of air, only for him to choke on his own blood instead.

“Stop.” Lwj begged in a whisper, one shaky hand covering the one that clutched to his robes. Holding it in place protectively. “Save your strength…”

Wwx shakes his head. Bad idea because his vision swims, his surroundings dimming more than he could ever like. Still, he pushes through the pain, the dizziness and nausea. He pushes through because there’s still people that depend on him. “Lan Z-Zhan… protect th-them…”

“Wei Ying…!”

“Pro— Protect A-Yuan…” Wwx begs desperately, because he can feel himself slipping. He can hear the voices dwindling from screams to broken whispers, calling for him to come home.

He hears the voice of acceptance, the cruel reality that he won’t be coming back from this. His body had been broken one too many times, and this time Wen Qing wouldn’t be there to put it back together.

“…W-Wei Ying…? Please…”

“Pr— Promise me, Lan Zhan!” The man choked out, ignoring how blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. And it’s a relief when he at least sees LWJ nodding stiffly.

Good… that’s all he needed to know… so he could let go.

One thing is for sure… he’s glad that it started raining. It didn’t make sense because his body was still pretty dry… The cold droplets falling on his face remind him of the cool summer rains in Yunmeng, when everything was fine and all he could think about was going for a swim in his favorite lotus lake.

When laughter and mischief lurked around the piers of his home.

But it also reminded him of the cold pond, up high in a beautiful mountain. White magnolia trees surrounding the path up to the library, and bunnies running wild over a boring report. It reminded him of a dance he shared once under the rain with a fuddy-duddy, one where he smoothly evaded being caught.

It had been a good night that night… Wwx wished he could’ve enjoyed it more.

He wished he could hear whatever the man holding him was saying… it seemed really important, because when will he ever be graced my Lan Zhan speaking more than two words to him. Wwx wanted to listen, he wanted to pay attention but the more he tried the more tired he grew. Unable to keep his eyes open.

He wished things would’ve been different… but he doesn’t regret his choices. If given the chance, he would do it all over again.

Strength completely vanished from his body, grip falling limp. Nothing hurt anymore. It didn’t hurt to breathe. The voices that hunted him had grown silent. For the first time in a long while, Wei Wuxian was able to peacefully fall asleep.

[miniagula]

yes pomni's caught between them but i know the convo at the ball pit wasn't abt HER as much as it was them bickering over their heartache and vulnerability. I truly think that another new person could've been there, and that convo would still go the same, bc the key there was that they both felt entitled to pomni's attention. she's new!

she's the only bridge Jax hasn't burnt and ragatha hasn't completely befriended! so their conversation isn't rlly abt anything Pomni said or did as much as what the other could be to her.

& at the same time, you can't ignore pomni slowly befriending Jax and getting to know him in a way he likely hasn't allowed himself in a long time (Jax made a point to get to know her! he asked her abt her past! he knows her favorite color! his apology was cheeky, but askance and sincere!)! nor can you ignore rags's anxious stares at the both of them getting along, not just bc she feels like she's failing a role in not being likeable for both of them but bc she's scared of what pomni could turn into. 

and ouugghh the HEARTACHE of Pomni Not Rlly Answering jax's question and only being able to describe ragatha as Nice to Eveyone. rags wants so bad to befriend her, but won't be able to bc she can't let herself open up without regretting it. she's a self-fulfilling prophecy, she's a snake eating her own tail. (and I'd go so far to argue that her fear of Pomni turning into Jax isn't just from her people pleaser tendencies or her relationship w/her mother, but ALSO due to her heartache w/Jax. he pushes her away bc he knows she's not sincere, and as a result she tries harder and rinse and repeat. she resents him bc he's an asshole but still craves his approval regardless. I don't think she's scared of Jax turning pomni into another person that reminds her of her mom. I think she's scared that yet again she'll have another person with that cycle: always yearning to reach and never quite getting close. and, y'know, his jackass tendencies don't help much too lmao).

at the end the day, they don't want to lose their friends again. they don't want to end up alone. (and they don't HAVE to be. and therein lies the agony.)

[cherrieshalo]

My Last Name Looks Good on You ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚. pt. 2!

basketballer!e.kirishima x fem!reader | fluff | friends/classmates to lovers | 1.1k words

part 1 here!

The corner booth of the cafe seemed like it would be your new home. You had come to the meeting fifteen minutes early due to nerves of meeting up with Eijirio Kirishima. Why were you even nervous? It was a simple meeting between two people who knew each other in high school. No big deal. No, no big deal at all. 

You nervously stared down at your hands resting on the table, fingers picking at the old polish at your nails. Maybe you should have at least repainted them to make yourself more presentable…no! It’s fine, your outfit was cute anyway. 

Your drink sat in front of you, ice bobbing as you were too scared to drink it before he got there. You didn’t want it to seem like you waited for him! That’d be awful, and you’d probably look desperate. Fuck, you mind should just shut up. 

The little bell on the cafe’s door rang its melodic jingle as it opened, your eyes tearing away from the wall to see if it was him. Of course it was…but you sat there long enough to see several people walk in and out with various pastries and drinks to-go. Eijiro spotted you from across the room, making his way over to the booth with long strides before slipping into the plush seat across from you. 

“Shit, were you waiting too long? I was gonna buy you a drink and-” Eijiro rambled, the nervous grin on his face slowly fading as he spoke. 

“No,” you shook your head, effectively cutting him off. “It’s okay, not long. Just thought I should buy something while I waited.” 

“Cool. I’ll order and then be right back.” 

Eijiro went to the counter, leaving you alone for a bit. Your nerves had subsided slightly, but you could still feel the moisture on your palms from sweating so much. He came back after a few minutes with some sort of cappuccino. 

“Soooooo…” Eijiro grinned as he took a sip. “Anything new? What’s your major, again?” 

You told him about your school and your major, mentioning how some classes were a lot better to get through than others. He thought it was cool, nodding along as he listened attentively and was a little shocked when you asked him in return. 

“Oh uhm…I’m studying to be a physical therapist. Specifically one that helps people that play sports. Thought it was cool and dealt with enough injuries of mine and other team members that I thought it would be cool to try out, you know?” He was slightly bashful about his explanation, cheeks heating up to the colour of his hair. 

“No, wait, that’s so cool. And super sweet, actually…” you smiled softly at him. “Butterfly effect, you know?” 

Eijiro nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, guess so. Are you still friends with anyone from highschool?” 

You shook your head, playing with the straw in your drink. “No, not really. Instagram mutuals, but that’s about it. Don’t have many friends in general, though.” 

“I could be your friend! We knew each other decently well in high school, I guess-” he tried to defend his reasoning, but he was so adorable. “And maybe I can give you more of my jerseys! Or shirts! Or just, clothes in general!” 

His laugh was horribly enchanting. You felt butterflies fluttering a little too quickly in your stomach as you tried to hide behind your cup as you took a sip through the straw. 

“That’s…nice…” 

“Just nice?” You could practically hear the pout in his voice without looking up at him. “I’m offering you support! And best friend privileges. You can’t tell me that’s just nice.” 

“Kinda sudden though, isn’t it?” 

Eijiro’s face fell slightly, eyes widening. “You’re joking. You don’t know?” 

“Know what?” You tilted your head in curiosity. 

“I had like, literally the biggest crush on you in highschool. I had asked your friends to convince you to participate in one of the games during the pep rally so I could flirt with you. I did an awesome job with that line, if I do say so myself. I was too scared to do anything more, though. Didn’t think I had a chance.” 

You stared at him in disbelief. He liked you?? In highschool?? Terrible. Awful. You couldn’t help but think back to all those ugly outfits and hairstyles you wore, trying to think you looked cool. Oh god… 

“You would have absolutely had a chance. No one even flirted with me all those years,” you shook your head, cheeks pink. “Except, you were totally out of my league.” 

“I absolutely was not!” Eijiro scoffed. “You were smart, and really attractive, and-” 

“Barely had friends. People barely knew who I was. I was quiet and kept to myself. You, on the other hand…” You rolled your eyes. 

“Somewhat popular, yeah I see. But that doesn’t mean I was out of your league.” 

“I would have said yes, you know…” 

“To what?” 

“If you asked me out. Or something. Whatever.” 

He sat silently, staring down at his twiddling thumbs. “I probably missed my chance, though. Some hottie probably scooped you up since the last time I saw you, huh?” 

You shook your head. All of your previously attempted relationships crashed and burned in a horrible dumpster fire. They were awful if they managed to get out of the talking stage. Just the simple shake of your head caused him to perk up. 

“So if I asked you out, like on a proper date, you’d say yes?” That stupid signature Eijiro grin spread across his face, his dimples etched into place. His grin became even wider as you nodded shyly. “Awesome!! Totally cool. I’ll take you to a nice place and then we can go for a nice walk and get ice cream and- I’ll plan it all out! I promise! It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to not plan something spectacular for our first date.” 

“First date, huh?” You smirked slightly as you took another sip of your drink through the straw. 

“Er, I  mean…if you’d allow me to take you on more than one, totally.” 

He scratched awkwardly at his cheek, and you couldn’t help but think he looked like a confused little puppy. Who were you to deny him? 

“Of course. But let’s stick to planning the first one for now so you don’t combust.”

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[paramountinplace]

do you ever see lottie regressing to a slightly older age maybe around 4-6, if so what are some hcs for that?

I actually quite like the idea of Lottie regressing a little older sometimes!

Akilah would be thrilled to have a playmate who goes at the same speed as her—a little slower, a lot calmer, and willing to sit around in the garden just looking at bugs and listening to the birds for a while. They'd get up to all sorts of imagination games that are packed full of lore and magic.

She and Shauna don't always get along when they're feeling closer in age, but they have a mutual respect that means they probably won't have a blowout fight about anything. They just stay out of each others way and if they have a disagreement, they usually take it to a cg immediately. Shauna always wants to go to Tai, because she thinks Tai is more likely to agree with her, and Lottie feels the same about Laura Lee or Nat if she's older. Half the time, they end up getting them both involved.

Lottie feeling older almost always coincides with Van feeling smaller than usual and she'll follow Lottie around like a puppy. Like Mari, Lottie jumps at the chance to play the big sibling role and is very on top of making sure Van's not chewing on things she's not meant to or that she's not dumping her juice onto the pavement instead of drinking it. It can border on tattling sometimes, but Van doesn't ever care (or really notice, for that matter).

She can get fussy over being left alone for too long, almost more so than when she's younger because she's more aware of how much time passes. When she has to go to the bathroom or something, she'll sometimes drag Laura Lee along to wait out in the hallway. She's the type to keep glancing over her shoulder to make sure whoever's with her is keeping up and chide them if they're straying too far away. She's always double-checking who's doing what—"And then Nat's taking Mari with her to the grocery store? Where's Tai going? Is she taking Van or Mel with her?"

Big on snacks. Younger Lottie couldn't care less about her yogurt pouches and puffs. She'll eat them when they're there, but she's almost never asking for them. If she's feeling older, she's always very politely requesting a snack from Laura Lee or Nat, cupping her hands out in front of her like she's expecting them to put it directly there.

She'll talk plenty if she's alone with another person or in a smaller group, but won't say much if they're all at dinner together or everyone is watching a movie or something. Van doesn't talk much when she's smaller than usual and Lottie talking in big group settings is almost always her speaking up on her behalf.

Has got a bit of an obsession with those rubber bracelets that are in the shape of things. She's got a bin full of them and will take them out just to sort them and admire them. She doesn't really wear them because they feel awful, but she does like carrying a few around in her pocket.

Will not go down for a nap unless someone else is in the room with her. They end up setting her up in another little's room half the time and Laura Lee just relents to reading for an hour while sitting at the end of Lottie's bed the other half.

Likes going barefoot outside, which stresses Laura Lee out to no end because there are bees and sharp twigs and broken glass to be stepped on. Lottie's somehow managed to skate ever getting scrapes on her feet, but anyone else who decides to copy her and take their shoes off somehow ends up getting stung or stepping on something sharp.

Absolutely obsessed with laying on Nat's floor with her and listening to records. Mari really likes this too, so the three of them will end up sprawled across Nat's floor to listen to music every so often. It's the stillest Mari ever gets and the longest Lottie ever goes without getting her little pout on her face over something.

If they're watching something a little spooky and she gets scared, she covers her ears instead of her eyes. Laura Lee has tried to explain countless times that it's not quite the same thing, but Lottie's perfectly content to keep her eyes wide open and plug up her ears instead.

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season 4 rant

hi, excuse me... I'm just gonna list all the Carmy and Syd paralels and invisible strings I can remember right now just because I feel like I'm going insane after THAT finale. I get why he decided to leave and all, but it doesn't mean I like the fact he LEFT SYDNEY ALONE. He knows how scared she is of failing and losing it all and instead of trying to idk GO TO THERAPY while being there or stepping away from the kitchen but still being at the restaurant to just give moral support he dipped to be a stay at home boyfriend to a girl who reminds him of fire, an element that has been associated to nothing but traumatic experiences for him on the show.

Most important: the best dish she ever ate was made by him, but not only that, we found out this season that she went to NY with the intention of trying his food and also, the first time we see him rebel against his asswhole chef is while making this random dish and pretending the customer has an allergy (which we know isn't true because Syd has used fennel in the first dish she made at The Beef right at the start). So even when they didn't know each other, they were alredy making each other better and pushing each other and being inspired. If that's not some cosmic fucking soulmate shit you'd what in a romcom, i don't know what would be.

The panic attack scene in season 2, I don't even have to explain it, it's just so on the nose it's CRAZY. It looks, sounds ans smells like samething a fan would make, but i'ts actually in the show.

All those montages of them fucking up and dropping shit and cleaning restaurants.

The beach montage where they're looking at the ocean with almost the same outfit (we have never seen Syd wear a cap ever since).

The sauce that looked like Syd's bandana and was obviously mde so because they zoom that shit and cut everything else around.

The table scene is also another crazy work, because what do you mean you're whispering to each other about how much better you make one another and how you, Carmy, wouldn't even WANT to do this all without her in your life, and you've know each other for less than 6 months atp. Aand the lighting and the voices are so soft and intimate and tender, I could go on and on.

As they're opening The Bear for the first time he legit lets her say his brother catch phrase in a way to show her that she's a legit part of this and the family

"You look nice".

All of the staring, all of it all the time.

The stare off affter he invites her to the Ever funeral

The way the static noise in his head that happens in season 3 alwyas stops when he listens to her voice or when he looks at her. It all just stops. In fact, he say's his head is always busy this season while talking to Claira and the few times when he's calm he's with Syd.

Both of them have a tattoo of fishes

One of the fist things he learned was how to remove the wishbone of a chicken, she has a tattoo of a broken wishbone

The first time we listen to strange currencies is they really talk in season 1 after the brigade fiasco and then it keeps playing in the backgound for Claire in season 2, but then there's the panic scene where it's palying fucking backwards ultill Syd comes in focus

She made the margins wider because he writes in the margins

i'm legit shocked about HOW MUCH i just remember about these fuckers. anyways... feel free to add more