#till death dont lets start

[gu6chan]

most cathartic moment of my life was last night when me and my sister were yapping to each other about our least favourite pieces of media ever and i showed her ONE scene from DOD3 after bitching about it for like a million hours and she was just "okay i see why you think every dod3 fan is a horrible person what the fuck is this"

[weirdlizard26]

the a in a.z. fell stands for angel

[dragonsondragons]

Part 1 - That Look In Your Eye | You Should Probably Leave series

You make big, bad, Jack Abbot nervous in a way he really isn’t used to. He fumbles his first attempt to invite you to the party, so Dr. Ellis gives him a crash course in how to get the girl.

Word Count: 3.9k

Content: yearning!jack, medical social worker!reader, reader is Jack’s work crush, slow burn, Jack on his #healingjourney, awkward abbot, unspecified age gap, named reader because I dont like using y/n (named her Nel, short for Eleanor. And yes Nel will be friends with Mel)

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Author's Note: Sorry this took me sooo long to get together! I have the next few parts mapped out well and and mostly written tbh but was struggling so hard with how to introduce their interaction and dynamic in this part. Also, I would highly highly recommend reading the prologue before this part. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

In the Pitt, Jack was seen as a very confident man. He knows exactly what he’s capable of and precisely how to execute it most efficiently. It's one thing unshaken in all his years practicing medicine. No matter how low he’s felt– in war zones, in the pitt– he always stays steady under fire. Words and procedures are tools. He uses them to achieve a goal: keep the patient alive. Be calm, cool, concise. 

It's something he learned in combat, that medics aren't just healers and fighters. They are a source of confidence for the whole platoon. They set the tone. A force multiplier. He was supposed to keep a level head and know what to do, no hesitating. If he stayed cool everyone else would follow suit. 

He had to to seem confident on the outside, but never let himself feel it too much on the inside. If you feel too confident, you start to forget that there is just one critical moment, one mistake, standing between your patient and death.

Jack couldn't help but feel that way now, like he was one mistake from ruining his chances with you. Deep breath. No ones going to die, he repeats in his head. It's one of the constant reminders he’s had to give himself when anxiety spikes. Another deep breath.

He was supposed to be a confident guy. Asking out the girl you liked shouldn’t be so hard. 

But there was a disconnect for him, between what was shown to the world– a self assured master of his craft– and what he felt on the inside. Analyzing every little mistake so that he can be better for next time. Never letting himself feel too secure, always striving for better. Battling between his desires and that loud voice inside, telling him to isolate. 

Because of that voice his social confidence was a lot more shakey than his work persona. For the most part he can fake it till he makes it or keep enough distance from people that it doesn't matter. But then there was you, slowly drawing him out of his shell. Bit by bit so that he barely saw it coming until it hit him like a truck. He should have seen it a long time ago. But he likes you and there's no denying it now. He's decided he's gonna try and do something about it, and that requires some guts and smooth talking he’s not sure if he's capable of.

He pulls into his parking space in the hospital garage, yearning for you hard. He worked himself up all the way here and now that it's at the forefront of his brain he can’t resist the urge to be near you. 

You’ve got the guts, he tells himself, willing it to be true. Just invite her to the party. Just be yourself? Is that who he wanted to show her? This fucked up guy who can barely work up the courage to ask her one simple phrase. There it goes again; his mind working against him.

He walked in through the ambulance bay, backpack slung over one shoulder. Immediately, he saw you. You were sitting at the hub checking the patient census that had just come into your inbox from the day shift and radiating something bright. Maybe it was just him who saw you as the sun.

Now or never. He walked towards the large central desk and slung his backpack under an inner counter. He leaned down on his elbows behind the computer you worked at, thrumming his fingers against the counter top. “Hey, You.” 

His familiar greeting made your stomach flip and you couldn't help but smile. It had been a few days since your shifts had aligned. “Good evening, Dr Abbot,” you hum to him, eyes tearing away from your screen to look up into his hazel eyes. 

Suddenly his pep talk to himself in the car flew out the window. With you sitting right before him, everything inside his mind was gone. You sure didn't mind gazing into Jack’s eyes, in fact you enjoyed it, but the silence was dragging on so you broke it. 

“Missed you at lunch yesterday. I had to eat with Shen and he would not shut up about a big high pressure weather system moving in or something.” There was a pressure system building in Jack's chest. He wanted to respond but was caught up inside his mind. Missed you at lunch, echoed in his mind. She missed me? More pressure flared. 

“Everything okay, Jack?” you asked, head tilting as you looked at him so caringly. 

“Huh?”

“Seems like you’re somewhere else right now. And that look in your eyes, there’s something you’re not telling me.” She could always read him like a book. 

He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Got a lot on my mind right now.” He was going to continue to deflect, as usual. But she was already onto him. This was his chance. Might as well just come out with it. “Actually I uh was wondering of yo–” Your pager screamed out through the ED and you looked down at it on your waistband. He deflated. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, dayshift always has them on the highest volume.” You read the message coming in and started gathering stuff from the desk around you. “I have to get going to see this patient before discharge. What was it you were wondering though?”  

“Uh… I, um. I was just gonna ask if you, um. Brought your lunch today?”  Fuck. He lost all his steam when that pager went off.

“You know I always do.” You were standing up from the swivel chair now. “Same time as usual? Just page me if you're not gonna be able to make it?” He gives you one of his awkward thumbs up with both hands and says “See you up there,” as you turn to go see the patient. You smile back over your shoulder at him.

He leaned down and put his head between his hands on the counter top while chastising himself for his failed attempt at asking you out. 

He hadn’t registered Dr. Ellis off to the other side of the hub during this whole interaction, having been so focused on whatever it is between him and you that draws him in. A laugh burst out that snapped him out of his pity party. “What the hell was that, Abbot?” said Ellis, thoroughly amused at seeing a guy like Dr. Abbot who is so typically composure and competence fumble. “You can do a REBOA in your sleep but can’t flirt with a woman?”

He lifted his head slightly and glared. “Who said I was flirting?”

“Well, you certainly weren’t successfully flirting. But it would take a fool not to see that you like her.” He laid his head back down and groaned at that. Despite his current embarrassment, Jack liked working with Dr. Ellis more than most other people. He appreciated her no nonsense approach and deft skills. And the fact that she's not afraid of him. She will tell it to him like it is. He knew that interaction was bad, but if Ellis was confirming… then it was really terrible. 

“I don't know, I just… panicked.” How can he stay so calm when someone’s bleeding to death but couldn't do this one thing when faced with you. 

“Did you bring your lunch?!” she echoed him. “That was really what you came up with? What were you really trying to ask her?” He hesitated. But Ellis seemed to already know so much about this whole situation. Guess he wasn’t as close to the chest with his crush as he thought. Maybe he should let her give him some advice. 

“I’m having a party at my place soon, and I was trying to ask her to come,” he admitted.

Ellis raised one eyebrow. “You're having a party?” She never thought she would hear that come out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I'm having a party for everyone from work, you’re invited. That's not the point. Point is I had my chance and I chickened out.”

“Yeah, you did. You have absolutely no game, old timer.” 

“I have game, just… not in that particular instance. I'm out of practice,” he tries to defend himself.  

“Clearly. But I can help you with that.”

“She totally can,” Dr. Santos interjected. Santos had been trying out a rotation on the night shift and had just finished up with a patient in curtain 3 nearby. Always the eavesdropper, she tuned in to the conversation between Abbot and Ellis as she had approached the hub. “Dr. Ellis has got mad game, trust me.” Ellis rolls her eyes at the overzealous intern. “Wait–we’re talking about you getting nervous around Nel right?” 

“Wha-No. I don't get nervous around Nel.” Both women scoff at him. Jack’s eyes widen and turns to Ellis for a sidebar. “How do you both know about this? I don't want to make this a thing. If she's not into me I don't want her to be uncomfortable at work.” He can't be careless about this, needs to do it right. 

“Abbot, be so serious,” she deadpans. “She’s totally into you.”

“You don't know that,” Jack huffs. How do they know if you're into him? He barely let himself know he was into you until therapy earlier today. Santos and Ellis share a look. Santos butts in again, “Dude, it's so obvious. Her eyes literally twinkle when you're in the same room.”

“Don't dude me right now, Santos,” Jack snaps. Do they? Twinkle for him? He hopes so. But he doesn't want to get his hopes up. God, this whole thing is putting him so on edge. 

Ellis sees how uncomfortable Jack’s getting and jumps in. “The grownups are talking here, Dr. Santos. Guy over in North 12 needs his bowel dismipacted, go.” As she reluctantly leaves to go handle the literal shit that's been assigned to her, Ellis tunes back into the conversation with Jack.  

“She's right though, it's obvious you're both smitten. You’ve just gotta shoot your shot, man.” He takes a deep breath to steady himself at the thought. “What are you planning to say?” 

He hesitates. Drums his thumbs against the counter top again. “How about I'm having a party. You can come, if you want.”

“God, this is why I date women. You're useless.” 

“You said you would help!”

“Look–that's way too passive. Sounds like you don't care if she comes or not. Women like when you're sincere and confident. Usually that's your forte, but I guess not when you’re nervous about your crush. Try to tune in to that Abbot, ya know, direct and to the point.”

If I say what I actually mean, Jack thinks, it will be ‘I think you're smart and caring and beautiful, and I like spending time with you at work. And more than anything, I’d like to see you outside of this hell hole…preferably…all the time.’ He’s staring off into the abyss now.

“Oh my god, you're so in your head. Just be normal, be yourself! Say Hey, I'm having a party. I would really like it if you came.”  

“Got it, yeah. Be normal.” 

She huffs at his nervousness. “If you don't grow a spine and ask her out, I will,” Ellis jests, giving him a little incentive. 

“C'mon, give me a chance here.”

“She's hot, kind. Seems like a really great person. So you better snatch her up before someone else does.”

—

It was just before 1am when your stomach started to grumble, queuing you that it was almost your normal “lunch” time. You finished up your case note you were working on, grabbed your food from the breakroom fridge, and headed up to the roof. 

Lunch with Jack was always a highlight of your shift. No matter how shitty a patient had treated you or how many problems you had encountered that day, sitting with him for just a few minutes always made it feel like you were free of the hospital. Returning to your shift after those moments with him, the fluorescent lights turned softer and long hospital hallways less suffocating. 

It happened by accident really, the two of you becoming lunch buddies. You brought your lunch box up to the roof to get some air while you took a break. He was already up there, leaning up against the railing staring out at the city beyond the hospital. He wasn't expecting a visitor, didn’t encounter many others up there, but suddenly there was you. An angel of the night.  

When you pushed open the door of the stairwell to see him staring out at the skyline, you remember thinking that this man looked like a beacon high up above the rest of the city, standing steady and sending out a signal. Looking out over the whole city and asking who’s there? Free in the dark of night to admit that he was seeking connection. 

From the very first moment, you read him eerily well. And you approached. Because you were seeking the same thing. 

You struck up a conversation with him and offered him half of your sandwich. Kept doing so until he started bringing his own food too, usually whatever had the quickest doordash delivery time. He made you laugh with his dry and dark humor. Shared silence with you when you were both too tired to speak, or listened to you ramble about the book you were reading or some movie you had watched. Sometimes he had questions.  ____

“Have you ever heard of the Four Agreements?” he asked one night. You picked through some of the Chinese food he had ordered from the 24 hour place down the street, while he took a bite out of the apple you had packed. You chuckle a little at his question. 

“Why are you laughing at me?” he asks.

“Sorry– it's just. As someone who works in a mental health bubble, the Four Agreements is like… the bible of self help. And it's a little cliche.”

“You’re calling Linda cliche?”

“Who’s Linda?"

“My therapist. She recommended it."

“Look at you, doing therapy.”

He gave you a little shrug. “Thanks. So I shouldn’t read it? If it's cliche."

“No, no, It could still be useful. Give it a try.”  ____

He also surprised you with these bursts of intense vulnerability, sparsed out between his usually more gruff or sarcastic responses. 

Whenever he was about to reveal something to you, you could almost see it coming. He would always position himself next to you, leaning over on the railing and facing out over Pittsburg like he was that first night you found him up here. He wouldn’t look in your eyes like he usually did. Would just stand next to you there and focus on some point, far out on the horizon. He’d be quiet for a while, and you would just wait, just being there with him. 

____

“That guy we both saw today, the boarder in North 7?” 

“Yeah?” you encouraged him to continue. 

“I know him. Well not him, really, but his brother. We served together. He lost his brother the same day I lost my leg.” He pulled up the hem of his scrub pants a bit to reveal a glimpse of his prosthetic.

“Oh…Jack. I’m so sorry. That must bring up a lot of old memories.”

“It was a long time ago. Can’t change it now.” He wants to pull away from the exposure he felt at saying this to you. But you draw out something in him. Sharing with you is easier sometimes, and he doesn't know why. It's because he’s falling in love with you and hasn't let himself admit it yet.

“Doesn’t mean it can’t still hurt.” You’re always trying to encourage him to feel.

“Yeah... still hurts like hell. Hurts more because I hadn’t thought about Eddie in months, maybe years. I forgot about him.” 

You turn your head to face him, frowning. He maintains his gaze on some faraway spot. “You can’t blame yourself for that. If you remembered them all every second of every day you would drive yourself crazy.” 

He took a shaky breath in and just nodded. That was as much opening up he could take for the moment. “I gotta go back down there, check on the patients,” he says, letting the voice telling him to run win, for now.

You pause for a beat, trying to replicate his own incessant gaze that would always get you break and look up at him. The trick doesn’t work on its own master. He continues to put that distance between you and stares out at the city beyond the roof, then down at his feet. 

“Okay. But just be careful with yourself, Jack. And if you ever want to talk more, I’m here.” You jutted your hip out to bump his, trying to coax him out of his unease, show him that it was okay to open up to you. He stood fully up from the railing, giving you a double thumbs up. That was becoming his signature move with you when he didn't quite know what to say. He kept doing it because it always made you smile.  ____

Sometimes his appearances on the roof were just as scattered as his ability to show vulnerability. After times where he opened up you might not see him for days. He would go brood and throw himself into the work to get his mind off the memories, or off of you, when the way you were making him feel scared him a little too much. He would chastise himself for letting his feelings slip out like that. Would convince himself that you didn't want to hear anything about it, no matter how supportive and kind you were whenever he did share. 

Deep down he longed for connection, even though he actively pushed everyone away. 

Once you found him on that roof, finally someone was pushing back. You would come and find him if he didn't show up on the roof, or send him a message as you were heading up, pestering him to come join you if you could. 

And the way you responded to him showing how he felt, admitting what ate at him inside, it started to show him that it was okay to reveal himself. It didn’t make it any less uncomfortable, but still he kept coming back to have lunch with you. 

Tonight would be just like any of those other nights, he told himself as he hiked up the stairs to the roof entry. Just be normal. 

You were already up there waiting for him when he came through the stairwell door. The light midsummer night breeze blew your hair around your face and he sensed something heavy on your mind. Brooding on the roof was usually his forte.

As he approaches you barely register his presence. He places a hand on your shoulder, which makes you jump and turn to him. “You good?” he asks gently.

“Yeah–fine.” You shake your head and give him a little smile but he sees it's not the kind that you usually flash, the kind that's earnest. He doesn’t push.

“Well, if you weren’t good I would offer some crab rangoons as a pick me up.” He lifts his takeout bag up. “But if you’re fine then you don’t need em.” 

“Gimme that,” you snatch the bag from him and dig out the rangoons. 

“That’s what I thought.” the corner of his mouth twitches into an almost-there smirk. 

You two dig into the combo of takeout and packed food spread out before you. All of his nervousness from earlier in the day had dissipated. Up here, in the dark, just the two of you, he was calm. As calm as Jack Abbot could be these days. He lets himself think about being with you like this in the daytime. Somewhere else, like having a picnic in a park where you would admire the spring flowers and he would admire you with the same reverence. 

He had to ask his question, because failing would mean missing that chance. 

“You’re looking at me like that again.” you said.

“Like what?” he keeps his gaze locked on yours like if he blinked you would disappear. 

“I don’t know. I just recognize that look in your eye.” It's the look I get when I admire you, he thinks.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking if you go first.” You let out a huff of a breath. “Fine. I just… I guess I’m tired– getting really tired of all the roadblocks in my work. People always need more than I’m able to give them. Shelters are always full or the patient doesn’t meet some eligibility requirement and there’s nothing I can do to change that.”

“You’re doing everything you can with what you have, that’s more than most people. You rock it in there everyday,” Jack responds. 

“I know that, in theory. It’s just been harder and harder to believe it lately.”

“Well, I’ll keep reminding you.” 

“Okay, your turn.”

He scratched the back of his neck, then forced himself to look at you head on. “Uh, I’m going to have everyone from work over at my place for a barbeque. But I wanted to, uh, make sure that you would be there, with me. And…maybe it will help you decompress from work and everything.” It was as un-awkward as he could possibly make it. 

You found his subtle bashfulness cute. It was endearing to bring the steady Jack Abbot to jumbling his words. “I would love to come.” The biggest smile you've ever seen on him spreads across Jack’s face. 

“When’s the next Saturday you’re off?” he asks.

“Two weeks from now.”

“Then that's our party then.” 

You giggle. “Our party, huh?”

“Well you’re the guest of honor, I decided.” 

“Oh, how gracious of you.”

The banter slows, both of you feeling the tension of crossing a new line that you can't go back over. It's quiet for another beat, then Jack speaks again, quietly.

“Ellis is gonna be proud of me for this one.”

“What do you mean?”

“She told me I had no game, earlier at the beginning of shift. I meant to ask you then but got too nervous. So she gave me some pointers.”

That made you blush. You had liked Jack Abbot for a while, but did not want to risk your friendship on making the first move. You didn’t want him to think that your support of him was conditional on him reciprocating feelings. You could see him deeply struggling and cared about him, just wanting to be there for him. So even though you had butterflies tingling in your stomach more and more after each encounter, you tried to keep the relationship as professional as possible. After this– him asking you to come to his party like that, admitting it made him nervous to do so. It finally showed you that you could want more with Jack. That he wanted it too. 

It emboldened you, and you reached out to lace your fingers with his. “I like you the way you are Jack. It's okay to be nervous, but please just keep being you.” 

He squeezed your hand and nodded his head. “I think I can do that sweetheart.”

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Yan!Damian blurbs

Scenario!; highschool sweethearts au, teen au, highschool bs, damian being overprotective

Warning!; stalking, voyeurism, breaking an entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also a yan! Fem!reader

Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)

Its raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. It's like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.

Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially at those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since it's easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if you're heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.

"do you know I love you right?"

Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, it's not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.

Its usually harmless.

Till his jealousy got the best of him, but this was Damian we were talking about. His emotions always had a vice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.

"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.

"of course you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."

Pushing off the bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didn't help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!

"your lucky Im your girlfriend."

Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didnt want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you dont like so it could be burned.

"damn right, I'll be waiting for you in the car."

"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds.

Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he know it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seem to capture his attention.

You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guy's body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because he could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he has been doing this for years, you seemed to not care but still heavily scolded him for doing so.

The nerve of him.

You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.

Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back...

After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back so after a good drive he stops at a random area and starts digging three inch holes to let nature decompose the body faster.

You dragged the upper part of the torso trying not to trip on the veins around the area before putting it in the biggest hole, and he did the rest in putting the other parts away.

Yan!damian is now in your apartment just finished up showering, and of course he is wearing one of your clothes. A plain black fitted top and sweats you rarely use now because of how you had many types of nighties, of course you were tired with all the dragging and driving so immediately you passed out when the pillows hit your head after cleaning up.

Damian knew police wouldn't really look anywhere outside gotham and usually 24 miles so the body wouldn't be found, it would probably rot and be eaten by bugs and create mushroom spores since the location was filled with trees and greenery so it would fit right in.

Time skip

Its been a few months from that on so you had probably forgotten about it but its somewhat still fresh on his mind.

Yan!damian always checking up on you, walking you to your classes and giving you food(?) he always says "I just thought you might have forgotten breakfast, take it." Or "I heard you like this candy/drink/food so I bought it since I passed by 711."

Trust me this man doesnt eat anything he doesn't find fitting, gummies? That's not halal, chocolate? But its not dark chocolate so no.

It is hard to read him and know what he liked but you managed, he liked art but that one was too obvious and the animals part too. He's a sucker for sweets but only the good stuff.

Of course yan!reader also keeps tabs on him, all in the hopes of keeping track, spiking the food you made for him with a nano tracking device so it would stick in his esophagus. It's small enough he wouldn't notice but could at least track him inside or outside of gotham which was worth the effort on making it.

Yan!damian holding your hands when you complained of being cold even though you had three layers on, a shitty excuse he obviously indulges since he likes to hold you in some way.

"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help it. Usually on patrols he keeps track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for a date, his rough warm hands somewhat tightening on your softer ones.

"sure damian, what time?"

"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."

Ngl I made it a sweet ending bc I was kinda stuck in the whole murdering people part so I made it a little wholesome(even if its not, stop looking at me weird😭)

[wildflowersandvibranium]

A Morning Of Mending

Pairing: Endgame Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: Carrying the weight of his past and his desire to heal , Bucky visits the Starks with his girlfriend by his side to meet Tony Stark’s young daughter , Morgan. He bridges the gap between grief and hope , making ammeds.

Word Count: 2.3k ish

Warnings/Tags: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP Fluffy but some angst , buckys past mentioned , tony starks death mentions , kissing , and some angsty anxiety and regret from bucky

If i missed anything let me know!

A/N: haiii heres a little something for you!! im writing my epilouge and editing chapters for my series rn but through this in to keep ya fed till next chapter is out June 4th! also but a btw! i dont write during weekends but do almost everyday as i am at home on summer and work from home!! enjoy and see ya later bbys 💖

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The world outside the window of Bucky's car was quiet.

The bright early morning light was just beginning to melt the cool blue of dawn into the start of the day. 

Bucky’s hand gripped the wheel , his knuckles turning white with this grip. 

Beside him , you had your head propped up on your arm as you watched the houses and fields blur by , the soft hum of the engine the only sound for most of the drive.

You could feel the nerves radiating off him and into the car. 

The way his shoulders tensed each time he shifted slightly in his seat. 

He’d barely spoken since you left your guy's apartment , but you didn’t mind. 

Words weren’t always needed. 

You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh , your thumb slowly brushing over the seam of his dark washed jeans.

His breath caught. 

He glanced at you , blue eyes flickering with something , silent gratitude, maybe. 

He took one hand off the wheel and placed it in yours , so your fingers could thread together. 

Metal and flesh , cool and warm. All together grounding

“You okay?” you murmured , your voice soft. 

He swallowed , his gaze dropping to your joined hands , as his thumb now began to run over your knuckles.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. 

His voice was rough , the way it got when he was wrestling with too many thoughts and things all at the same time. 

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. But… actually being here and about to do it… it’s different.”

You squeezed his hand. “You’re here and moving forward with it. Thats all that matters.”

He didn’t say anything , but his jaw softened just a little. 

You watched him take a deep breath , shoulders lifting and falling with a lengthy exhale.

Then he turned his gaze and attention fully back to the road.

The Stark house was exactly as you imagined it would be. 

There was a wooden fence , a garden full of summer flowers , a neat stone path leading to a dark oak door. 

Bucky parked the car and killed the engine , staring at the house for a long moment. Not moving from his seat in the car.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. 

You could see the war behind his eyes , the part of him that wanted to do this alone and the part that was terrified of what he’d find or be met with.

Finally, he gave a small nod looking at you.

“Yeah,” he said. “I… I don’t think I can do it alone.”

You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek. 

“Then I’m with you,” you whispered.

Bucky took another final deep breath , then reached for the small bag in the backseat. 

You’d seen him pack it that morning—careful , precise, full of a specific intention. 

A few things he’d found and a few he made himself. 

He’d been so focused , his brow furrowed in that way it did when he was trying to be sure he got something right because he had to do this right.

Now he held the brown paper bag like it was the most important thing in the world.

He opened the door , and you both stepped out into the crisp late morning air paired with a breeze.

The walk up to the door felt like it stretched forever. 

Bucky’s steps slowed as he reached the porch. 

He looked down at his hand on the doorknob , metal fingers glinting in the light.

You touched his arm gently. “It’s okay,” you said again, your voice like a balm. “She’s just a little girl. And you’re here to show her that you care.”

He nodded , though his lips were pressed into a thin line. 

Then he knocked. Firm ,  but not harsh.

A moment later , the door swung open. 

Pepper stood there , her strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a high pony , eyes bright but guarded. 

She took in Bucky’s face , then yours , and a small smile softened the lines around her mouth.

“James ,” she said. 

He nodded. “Thank you for… for letting me come , oh and this is my girlfriend.” He began to stutter then gave her your name.

She stepped back , opening the door wider. 

“Come in. She’s in the living room.”

Bucky hesitated for half a second before stepping inside. 

You followed him , your hand brushing his lower back in quiet reassurance. 

The house smelled of fresh bread and vanilla , warm and comforting. 

You could hear the faint sound of a little girl singing to herself somewhere deeper in the house.

Pepper led the way , her steps light but controlled. 

In the living room , Morgan was sitting cross-legged on a soft rug , her toys spread out around her. 

She craned her neck and looked up as you entered , her bright brown eyes curious.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

Bucky took a small step forward. His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Hi, Morgan.”

She tilted her head , studying him. “Who are you?”

Your heart clenched at the question.

 Bucky’s shoulders straightened a little , and he knelt down so he wasn’t towering over her. Not wanting her intimated.

“I'm Bucky,” he said quietly. “I… I knew your dad.”

Morgan’s eyes widened a little more.

Instead, she reached for one of the toys at her side a worn pink teddy bear. 

“You knew my Daddy?” she asked.

Bucky nodded. 

His hand tightened on the small paper bag he held. “I did. And… I brought you something. If that’s okay.”

Morgan’s gaze flickered to the bag then to her mom , her curiosity piqued. 

She gave a small , eager nod.

 Bucky swallowed , then carefully set the bag down and opened it. 

From it , he pulled out a small wooden deer he’d made himself, its petals smoothed and painted in soft neutral colors. 

He held it out to her, his hand shaking just a little.

“I made this,” he said. “For you.”

Morgan’s eyes went wide. 

She took the deliacte deer in both hands , turning it over , her fingers tracing the delicate shapes and lines. 

“It’s pretty,” she said , her voice bright with wonder. “Did you make it run?”

Bucky smiled , a flicker of relief in his eyes. “No, but… I can show you how to make it look like it does.” 

He reached out, his metal hand careful as he took the deer back and showed her how to gently move its legs. 

Morgan watched , fascinated.

You stood back , your heart swelling at the sight of them. 

You knew how much this meant to Bucky—how much he’d agonized over this meeting and the regret he had with Tony.

 And here he was , kneeling on the carpet, showing Tony's little girl how to make a wooden deer “run.”

Pepper watched from the doorway , her eyes soft and a little wet. 

She caught your gaze and gave you a small nod , like she knew. 

Like she understood.

She knew of Bucky's story and his past , and was more understanding than her late husband. So when Bucky called after his funeral and told her of him making amends, she had thought this was good for him and his healing.

Morgan’s giggles floated through the warm air of the living room as Bucky showed her how to move the wooden animal , its tiny legs flexing and mimicking movement.

You watched his shoulders relax more and more , the way he leaned forward and let a small , genuine smile bloom across his face. 

It was rare , that smile. 

But it was there now, just for her.

Pepper stood beside you , her arms folded loosely over her chest. 

She had that same small,  relieved smile on her lips , though her eyes still looked a little tired—like she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in months. 

You turned and reached out , your hand brushing her elbow gently.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice careful not to intrude. “How are you doing?”

Pepper blinked , as if the question had surprised her. 

Then she let out a quiet breath , her shoulders dropping.

“I’m… okay,” she said after a moment , her voice low. 

“It’s been a lot. There are days that feel like I'm drowning and will be forever. But Morgan and what he left behind it… she keeps me going.”

You nodded, understanding in your chest. “She’s a good kid,” you said. “Strong, like her parents.”

Pepper’s lips twitched , and she looked at you. 

“Thank you,” she murmured. “For coming with him today. I know this can’t be easy for either of you.”

You glanced over at Bucky and Morgan again. 

She was showing him one of her drawings now—bright colors swirling across the page in the clumsy , wonderful way that only a child could manage. 

Bucky listened intently , nodding and asking her questions about the rainbow , about the sun and the little scribbled stick figure in the corner.

“He’s been thinking about this for so long,” you said quietly. 

“He wanted to come alone at first , but… I think he needed to see that it’s okay to share this part of himself , his healing.”

Pepper’s eyes softened , and she reached out to squeeze your arm. 

“I’m glad he has you,” she said. “It’s even… healing, in a way for you, isn’t it? Watching him here.”

You nodded looking at your boyfriend. “Yeah it really is.”

You all fell into a comfortable silence , the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.

 You both watched as Bucky carefully reached for another small item in the paper bag—a little music box. He wound it up and set it on the floor beside Morgan. 

A soft , tinkling tune filled the room , and Morgan’s eyes went wide with wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“I thought you might like it,” Bucky said , his voice low and almost shy. 

“It used to belong to someone I cared about. I wanted you to have it, if you’d like it.”

Morgan looked up at him , her doe eyes wide. Then she nodded and hugged the little box to her chest.

“Thank you Bucky,” she said softly. “I love it.”

Bucky’s smile wobbled a little at the edges , but he reached out to pet her hair. “I’m glad kiddo,” he murmured.

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat , feeling the weight of the moment. 

Pepper rested a hand on your shoulder , her quiet presence as steady as your own to his.

The soft melody of the music box still drifted through the living room , filling the quiet spaces between Morgan’s wonder and Bucky’s gentle tone. 

Morgan had settled into an easy rhythm with Bucky , as if they’d always known each other. 

She was now talking about her favorite colors , the tiny braids in her hair bobbing as she shifted from one foot to the other as she stood.

“Do you like red ?” she asked him , holding up a small crayon showing the color.

“I do,” Bucky said, his voice warm and a little husky. “It’s a good color. It’s brave.”

Morgan beamed at that. “I think it’s a hero color,” she said proudly.

Bucky let out a quiet laugh—low and a little unsure, but real. “I think you might be right.”

You could see the way his shoulders aren't  tight at all anymore , the way his hands were relaxed on his knees. 

He was here , truly here , in this soft , safe space with her. And you.

Pepper leaned in a little closer to you , her eyes still a bit glossy as she watched them now discuss how green is a silly color.

“She’s never been afraid of people,” she murmured. “She has this way of seeing the good in everyone. Even… even when they don’t see it in themselves.”

“She’s amazing,” you said softly, your own heart tightening.

Pepper looked at you, really looked, and nodded. “She is,” she said. “And… he’s good with her , with kids. Better than I thought he’d be when he first brought up the idea , if I’m honest.”

You smiled a little at that , watching as Morgan showed Bucky how she liked to arrange her crayons in a rainbow. 

“He needed this ,” you said. “Not just for him , but for her too. He’s carried so much… it’s time he left some of it behind and filled others with hope and joy that was stolen from him.”

Pepper’s lips twitched into a soft , understanding smile. “I think you’re good for him,” she said.

You felt a small flush in your cheeks , but you didn’t look away. “I hope so,” you murmured.

There was a pause then , and Pepper gave your arm one more gentle squeeze before stepping back a little, giving you space as you watched , she retreated to the kitchen.

You took a quiet breath and walked a few steps into the living room, stopping beside Bucky and Morgan.

He looked up at you , his eyes soft , and you reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

Morgan noticed the small gesture and looked between the two of you with a curious expression. “Is she your friend?” she asked Bucky smiling up at you.

He blinked , a faint blush rising in his cheeks. “She’s… more than a friend,” he said carefully. “She’s someone I care about very much.”

Morgan considered that for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “She’s pretty,” she said matter-of-factly.

You laughed, your hand still resting on Bucky’s shoulder. “Thank you, Morgan,” you said warmly crouching down next to them.

Bucky’s smile was small but real , his eyes shining as he glanced up at you. “She’s right,” he murmured so only you could hear.

You squeezed his shoulder gently, your touch saying what you didn’t need to put into words. 

You're doing great. 

You’re healing.

You're moving forward. 

I'm proud of you.

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[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

In-ho as Yandere/Obsess with You (Player) |

This is going to have two versions.

Yandere!In-ho x Fem!Player!Reader

Yandere!Detective!In-ho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obsessive!In-ho - Yandere - Power Imbalance - NON CANON EVENTS DOES NOT FOLLOW PLOTLINE - Suggestive parts/NSFW - Manipulation - Grammar mistakes -

Yandere!In-ho its the type of Yandere who first goes into denial over his obsession. Yes, he has read your file multiple times by now. At least ten more times than the other files. He just wants to know all about you.

No, he wont admit it out loud. He would rather pass his little free time in his room looking at the cameras he got around Seoul to keep tabs on you.

Gets angry when he first sees the video of you getting slapped during the recruit time. He may call that centrain recruiter to dispose of him.

While he sees everybody who ends at the games as nothing but low trash (yes even knowing he was part of them once) you are different to him.

You may have ended there for the most stupid reason and yet he wont mind but would feel pity over you.

Will order that the games are easier for you, that the food you get its more healthy and has more cantidad than the rest. But its subtle since he does not want the rest of the players to think you are getting special treatment (you are).

If he sees any player getting too close to you, or its informed by the guards that a centrain player has not so pure desires over you, that one is out. The next game its harder for them.

Will he joy the games to keep a closer eye ? Depends. 

Part of him likes to stay in the shadows, and enjoy the show. You are his Star during these games. The only time he moves the games so you can easily win. He hopes that you feel watched and protected, that when the times comes you will ask to stay with him. He already prepared another room till you are ready to fully move with him.

He becomes so enamored that his actions are off. While usually calculated, with you he wont waste a single time on getting the most cruel deaths for these who  go against you. A traitor? He will tell the guards to keep them alive so he can personally torture him.

The guards prays that you accept on staying with him because his mood has been down and bad the last few games and they need a rest.

There are cameras everywhere, and he uses his position to keep a close eye on you. During night one camera will point at your bed, he passes most of his night watching you. It relaxes him.

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He also has a not so saint side, he watches you go to the bathroom to relieve some stress. These are his favorite moments. The sounds and faces you make as you try to get yourself off. He has recording that one and used it multiple times till he is out of cum.

When the games ends and you win, he does things different. Does not send you home at once but rather keeps you in a well secured room with some lame excuse, and what can you do ? This Man has an army behind him.

The Manipulation starts from him slowly getting closer to you, sharing the same interests, faking the same or similar traumatic past.

Yes, you probably resent him a lot. But he is such a good liar, snake tongue and all. That you fall for his lies, how he was forced into this and how when he saw you he could not let someone as precious as you die.

Will take advantage of how emotional drained you are. Offering his ear to listen you rant about different topics from the games to your life.

You are quiet touch starved so he uses these times of vulnerability to hold you close to his chest and caress your hair.

Does give you a bit of freedoom to go and walk around the island, but a guard its with you during all of it.

He is in fact no scared to hurt you in order to keep you by his side. But his favorite way to do it would be forcing a baby inside you. Now dont get me wrong, he WONT force himself on you. He would just casually forget to use a condom and also confuse the anticonceptive pills.

He cant wait to have you all round with his baby. Maybe this is not the best place to raise a kid, but hell does he care ? No. He can make some calls and get things sorted out.

The important part is that you wont be able to leave him.

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Now, what if he decides to join the games and be your personal guard dog?

He gets enamored by you from reading your file. Maybe there is a detail that resembles his past and that pulls him towards you. So much that after see you almost die in the first game he cant help it.

He needs to be there for you.

He is the quiet player that goes to you in the first night to probably offer you a shoulder or a ear to rant to. Maybe if you are reserved about it he would sneak some sweets not telling you how he got them.

He is the one who protects you from any player. Specially males that wants to use you for their own pleasure. Most get the hint to not approach you in order to not get their bones crushed.

Its clear you have a special treatment, from how the guards just give you free pass to the bathroom or you seem to get a bit more times in the games.

When others notice that they beg you to team up with them since you are an advantage yourself.

By this point In-ho its your shadow and no one questions it. He will ever start to poison your mind with his ideals. Like how the game are a necesary evil and how if players did not truly want them then these would not happen.

Hell he would even request a voting to show you.

And no matter why you ended there. He would whisper sweet lies in your ear at night telling how you are different and how you are above the rest. No one compares to you. That if you win he is sure you would have an incredible life and make something out of it.

He already has planned on getting you "eliminated", pay up your debt and make you stay with him at the island.

Is he going to tell you who he is ? Well yes. And he does not expect you to fall quick for him. He knows whatever progress he made at the games will be like nothing and he will do even more calculated moves from now on.

And how does he make you fall for him at the games ? Well first he protects you, lets others know that you are off limits. He gives you part of his food, during nights he sleeps close to you till one night a fight breaks and he defends you like his life depends on it.

After it you most likely ask him to sleep with you. At first he may leave some space between both of you since he does not want to push you too quick. However his heart is beating so fast he cant even close his eyes, he may keep an eye on you liking how peaceful you look while you sleep, away of this reality.

He will let you come at him first. Like one night you may have a nightmare and you will end asking if he can hold you.

Of course he says yes. It does not matter how, maybe he will let you put your head on his chest or be the big spoon and cover you with his body.

Its almost a shame how much better he sleeps with you in his arms.

During games if its a game where you must play alone he still keeps himself close to you. When it comes to teams he is there.

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The bathroom stalls end being your meet up place to relief some stress.

For you probably at first its just sex. No feelings, to him its so much more.

Its passionate, its dirty. He knows no one will bother since he is there with you. No one is allowed to enter.

How would he take you ? He can easily lift you against the wall, kiss down your neck and collarbone. Will held himself back from marking you. Its going to make you wrap your legs around him as he pushes his hard dick inside you. He wont bother on muffing your moans, no he wants to listen to them knowing he is the cause of them.

If during one of the meetings you want to give him head he wont complain. But wont be soft. He will use your mouth like his personal toy, pulling your head and fucking your troath till he sees tears down your face.

[gothghostiie]

I am on my period and i am PLAGUED by thoughts

cw: virgin!reader, religious!reader, anal (eating out, fingering, penetration), spit as lube, shower sex, reader gets their clit rubbed, anal creampie, implied age gap, corruption kink, that whole cliche thing of "God can't see back there, it doesn't count", afab!gn!reader

John always respected your beliefs, he really did. joins you to service occasionally, prays with you sometimes, and celebrates holidays with you. he doesn't quite get it, a man who's on a first name basis with death, who feels like he shouldn't believe in any gods after the horrors he's witnessed and caused. but you're his little sweetheart, and you can do whatever you want as long as you're happy.

the only thing he wishes would change was you wanting to wait till marriage. he doesn't mind that you want to wait, he finds it quite endearing actually - fully apart from the fact that he'll get to be your first and how hard that thought alone makes him - but he has such a hard time keeping his hands off of you. he'd marry you on the spot if he could, he's been dreaming about proposing to you since he first met you. but you want to wait a little longer, despite already living with him, despite him already introducing you as his spouse. it gets harder every day to keep his hands off of you, touches linger a little too long, kisses getting a bit too heated. he'd take anything at this point, anything you're willing to give him; but he knows you won't. the idea of waiting for marriage so ingrained in your head, not letting anyone touch your little pussy, not letting anyone have anything at all. he can't help but want to ruin that innocence, he's used to corrupting beautiful things. why should you be any different?

it's another morning spent in bed with him, cuddling up to his big, burly body, nuzzling into him. his hand is petting your head gently, he's smiling down at you as your eyes are on the tv, but he isn't paying attention. his eyes are on your form curled up to him, hand sliding down your back, resting on your hip, just above your ass. "Love.." he starts, keeping his voice low, as if he's telling you a secret. "I ever tell you how gorgeous you are?" you can't help but giggle, turning on your tummy to look at him, still half om top of him.

"yea." you say in a teasing tone, smirking up at him. he grins back, fingertips grazing over the fat off your ass gently.

"cheeky lil thing." he gives your buttcheek a light slap, letting his hand linger, wanting to see your reaction, to see if you'd push him off - but you dont. you just gasp and laugh, shaking your head as he smirks down at you. his hand grips your butt a bit more firmly, your cheeks heat up. "you know.." he murmurs, "been thinking, darling.." he pauses, unsure how to say what he's wanting to say without scaring you. you tilt your head at him like an innocent pup and it makes him groan softly before he sighs. "look, I.. I know you wanna wait until marriage - and I respect that, I really do, angel. but.. what if I told you we could have some fun while you stay a Virgin, hm?" your face scrunches up in insecurity, glancing away, he frowns. "hey, hey." he whispers gently. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. if you don't feel okay with it, we don't have to. yea?"

"...What are you thinking..?" you ask softly, still not sure, but willing to listen to what he has to say. he smiles, giving your butt another squeeze.

"We could use your other hole." he smirks, you look confused.

"you mean my-"

"yup." you feel your face heat up, tensing up at the thought.

"t-thats dirty! and we would still have sex!" you try to argue, but he just laughs softly.

"silly little angel. you think god would look at something that dirty, hm?" he chuckles, his tone teasing. he really doesnt wanna laugh at your shocked expression, but you make it so hard. "god doesn't see what's happening back there, love. he cant see, and your cute little pussy will stay untouched and all pure. you wanna try?" you hesitate, biting your lip.

"I don't know john.." you mumble, looking away. he smiles gently, kissing your forehead gently.

"we can try it, you can stop me at any time if something doesn't feel good or if you just wanna stop. how about it, hm?" he pats your head gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you think.

"Won't that hurt?" you ask quietly, as if making sure no one hears. he quiets down to match your tone.

"maybe, a little. but I'll be gentle and go slow, make sure you're extra prepared, yea?" he smiles, you sigh. "let's go take a shower together to get you relaxed, hm? nothing has to happen, but maybe it'll help you." he suggests, you nod.

"okay. that sounds good." He smiles softly, nuzzling into you for a moment before standing up, offering his hand to you. he leads you into the bathroom, lifting you up on the small counter and placing a kiss on your nose while rubbing your thighs with his big hands. you can't help but relax at his touch, smiling up at him. he always had this soothing effect on you, ever since you two met. your hands wander over his torso, tugging at his shirt before pulling it off of him. he lets out a low chuckle as you stare at him, furry chest jiggling a bit. you help each other undress before he carries you to the shower, turning it on to make sure the water is warm enough for you. the shower feels intimate and tender, he washes your hair for you, soaping up the rest of your body with his strong hands. after a while he's on his knees, hands massaging the bodywash into your hips, trying hard to not stare at your gorgeous pussy. it reminds him of what started this.

"turn around for me, yea?" he hums, you turn your back to him. he briefly takes the shower head and cleans the soap off your buttcheeks and his hands. "can I.. touch you back there?" he asks lowly, gazing up at you. you hesitate for a moment before nodding; he smiles. "I'll be gentle. tell me if you wanna stop." his hands cup your cheeks, gently pulling them apart, just enough to see your clenched little hole - he almost starts drooling at the sight. he carefully spreads you open slightly with his thumbs, watching the slight stretch, the way your clench. "I'll touch it now, alright?" he warns again.

"Okay..-" you say softly, but the word almost gets stuck in your tongue when you feel a wet, warm sensation on your virgin hole. you gasp, holding onto the small rack that holds both of your product, knees almost giving in. his hands squeeze the fat of uour ass, chuckling quietly before diving back in with another gentle lick, making you shudder. when you dont protest he does it again and again, giving gentle kitten licks to your hole, feeling it twitch under his tongue.

" 'that feel good?" he asks, you can hear the grin in his voice. all you can do is nod as you pant, he chuckles again before going back, this time circling your hole with more pressure. the moans he's drawing from you make his cock hard, making him want more than he's allowed to take. "Gonna put a finger in now, alright?"

"o-okay.." you stutter, torso leaned against the shower wall. he takes one of his hands off your butt, pushing two fingers into his own mouth, coating them in spit before pushing his middle finger against your pucker carefully.

"Push out a bit.." he commands softly, letting the finger slide in way easier, allowing him to sink in all the way. you gasp out, knees buckling a bit as he wiggles it a bit with a grin plastered on his face. "You're so damn tight.." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your buttcheek before twisting and moving the finger slowly. the movement draws high pitched, almost fearful moans from you, but you don't pull away, don't stop him; the strange pleasure feels too good and he knows it. "you ready for another one?" he asks quietly, unable to hide the teasing undertone in his voice. you nod softly.

"y-yea.. I think so.." he smiles again, slowly pushing the second finger into your tight hole, the stretch burning slightly, making you whimper. he grabs your hip with his free hand, thumb gently rubbing circles into your wet skin to soothe you.

"shh, shh.. I know, it's okay.." he murmurs, slowly scissoring you open. "That's my sweetheart, so brave for me, hm?" the praise makes your sopping pussy twitch, your hole relaxing slowly but surely under the stimulation. it doesn't take long before he can add the third and final finger, slowly, gently fucking you open on his thick hand. the moans and panting comimg from your lips make his painfully hard cock twitch, dying to feel you clench around it instead of just his fingers. but he holds his promise, he makes sure that your little hole is nice and stretched, that you're well prepped for what's to come. he listens to those moans getting more desperate, more needy, feeling your hips buck back against him when he hits a good spot - until he feels like you (and him) cant take it anymore.

he slowly withdraws his fingers, staring at your gaping hole, fully mesmerised. "Jesus Christ.." he mutters, shaking his head as he spreads your cheeks once again. he can't resist, diving in to trace it with his tongue again before finally standing up, fisting his cock slowly. "you ready?" he whispers, bent down slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh gently.

"y-yes.." you nod quickly, all your earlier worries and fears seemingly forgotten now. he chuckles, letting some spit drip down onto his swollen tip before rubbing it against your stretched out hole.

"deep breath, angel." he whispers, lips pressing a long kiss against your shoulder as he finally pushes into you. it takes him all his self control to not start pounding into you as he feels you stretch around his thick length, the way your insides clench, the way your mouth drops open with a choked back gasp. his fingers dig harder into the fat of your tummy, your hands frantically hold onto his strong arm as you try to keep some kind of composure right now. he keeps pushing in, slow and steady, until his hips meet your ass. both of you hold still, the sound of both of your heavy breathing echoing off the shower walls. John holds still, not only to let you get used to it, but because he knows he might just cum within a few strokes if he started moving right now. for a few moments its just the two of you, holding onto each other, feeling each other deeper than you ever have before.

"John.." you whisper softly, being the first to break the silence. your voice trembles, tinged with desperation. he nods.

"i know.. I know.." he takes another deep breath before slowly starting to move, making you whimper, tightening your grip on his arm. it makes him chuckle under his breath, setting a deep, slow pace with his thrusts, nuzzling into your neck and placing soft kisses. you can't help but push back against him, eyes closed, jaw slack, fully lost in the feeling of his cock burying itself inside you over and over again, a strange heat pooling in your tummy.

"John-" you cut yourself off with a pathetic whimper. "can- can you go f-faster?" you choke out, he chuckles. without another word, his hips start snapping against your ass faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin now mixing in with louder moaning from both of you. it doesn't take long before you start trembling, the feeling in your belly becoming unbearable; yet you're unable to get over the edge like this, no matter how good it feels to you. John notices how you tense up, whimpers mixing in with the pleasured moans; he knows this too well.

"Poor angel, can't finish just from having your pretty little butt fucked, hm?" your cheeks heat up from the sudden dirty talk, but you're in too deep to care now. "want me to help you?" he asks, his free hand trailing towards your crotch but keeping enough distance to make sure you can process what he's asking, his hips never stopping his movements. you hesitate for a moment, but the overwhelming need to cum is stronger than any insecurities. you nod quickly, he smiles as his fingers find their way to your clit. the first touches are gentle, careful to not accidentally hurt you somehow, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves back and forth gently - but that quickly changes when he hears your frustrated whine, followed by your hips bucking into his hand. "Oh you dirty little.." he trails off, chuckling. "you want more, huh? sure, I'll give you more, darling.." he mutters, his touches growing rougher, now rubbing tight circles into it, pressing down on it just enough to make you feel it, not enough to be painful; all while he starts thrusting deeper.

"John!" you shriek in surprise, holding on tighter, but making no effort to push him off or stop him. your moans grow louder, more unashamed and hell, it sends him closer to the edge with each second.

"takin' it so good baby.." he mutters roughly, pressing another kiss to your neck. "gonna make you feel so good darling.. better than anything ever could.." his thrusts grow sloppier, he can feel the slick from your untouched, quivering cunt seep onto his fingers as he presses down harder; apparently finding your sweet spot. you gasp loudly, breathing getting shaky, body tensing up.

"john, I'm-"

"I know. let it out baby." almost as if you're listening to his command, you groan loudly, tensing a bit more before cumming. the orgasm is intense, crashing through your whole body, making you tense up so hard that you shake. John grunts at the sudden tightness, holding you a bit tighter in his grip as he tries to keep it up, chasing his own high. his fingers keep working your clit, determined to make you ride out your orgasm until he finishes too - which happens almost immediately when you cry out his name in a weak voice. the pure pleasure and desperation sends a shiver down his spine, the next few thrusts letting his hips stutter before cumming, burying himself deep inside you; movements on your clit finally coming to a halt. both of you stand there, breathing heavily, holding onto each other tightly as if either of you might vanish if you let go. it takes a good minute before John breaks the silence.

"something that feels that good can't be a sin, no?"

[kakashiskunai25]

Thinking about how Kakashi used to ignore Gai at first but then slowly noticed how determined and strong willed he is which made him get curious about gai and start to pay more attention. Then in academy days he accepted being guy's eternal rival and had defended + comforted him when he was getting bullied over his father as well as when he lost his dad as kakashi called Dai " the coolest ninja he knows", he cared about Gai's well being.

The withdrawal in anbu era most likely from both trauma and Kakashi being scared of letting gai in since he thought he lost everyone who was close with him. He didn't want to lose gai too. Tho he saw all of Gai's efforts of trying to break his walls and be there for him which led to Kakashi returning to Gai as an open and loyal friend the way he was for him when Kakashi was losing himself. Kakashi also told him not to use the 8th Gate which would cost Gai his life and Kakashi losing him even if it was necessary to win the war, I love that Gai held it off till the last moment and saved Kakashi for one last time before using it to fight Madara 😭.

Gai also knew kakashi wasn't really " keen on living" during the Root, and he always make sure to remind Kakashi that he always want him by his side, he matters to Gai so much🥹

As much he would deny Kakashi loves his company because he forgets all about the darkness of the world when he is with Gai and he definitely feels safe with him cause if he tries to save everyone, who is going to save him? He also said he slept without nightmares that night they slept together. I also think Gai brings out his inner child who got lost after the death of his father and his team and lets Kakashi act carefree with him which is very fun to witness 🥹💜

We see him much more emotionally open with Guy in boruto, like crying in front of him over his favorite novel, imagine younger Kakashi doing that lol. I love that he gives Gai those soft looks full of care, admiration and love. Gai has lost his father when he was young like Kakashi and also lost one of his students as well as his physical ability and Kakashi knows how hard it is for him since he can relate to that and even informs others that Gai has things he is sensitive over too. I also believe having similar painful experiences makes them understand each other better and be closer.

He also would throw his logic out of the window if he had any chance to heal Guy and make his life better.

In Stories of Konoha I just absolutely adore how Kakashi treats Gai, he is worried about him but that doesn't make him see Gai any differently, treat him like he is weak or anything, he does the quite the opposite and supports him. It is love, it doesn't have to be romantic but it is there and that's what matters🥰

In conclusion, we dont need to see them confess or kiss to know they love each other. Kakashi and Gai just have pure love between them💚

[writersdiscouragment-blog]

"You're an idiot."

"Hello to you too, Ryan." Oliver grumbled while making a pot of coffee. It was still early, barely 7 and he hardly gotten any sleep. The plan was to sleep in since call time wasn't till the next day, but Oliver wasn't used to sleeping past 6 during weekdays.

"I saw your interview. Bro, you need to be careful. You and Lou already have fans thinking you're a couple for real."

Oliver rolled his eyes. It was a fair warning, although he was used to fans thinking he and Ryan were a couple. In comparison, the tweets about him and Lou were a drop in the ocean.

"Considering I still have psychotic fans dm-ing me about cheating on you even before the interview, I don't think there's much I can do right or wrong at this point." Oliver pointed out, he busied himself by letting Jade and Bear out to the backyard.

He heard Ryan let out a gruff sigh, "Look, I know you're doing this social media block or whatever, but now they're scouting out our location while we're out filming. I just don't want you to get harassed or whatever by some fans who thinks that buddie is real and decides to make it your problem. It's bad enough they think you talk to them through your photos."

Oliver grimaced at that, he knew fame came with cons- he was just having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that so many people thought they had an actual relationship with him.

Half of them didn't know he was even British.

"I appreciate the warning, I'm sure Lou does as well but i dont think its gonna make any difference. We both seen how some people take it too far. Im off twitter for that reason." Oliver made his usual cup of coffee and got started on the second cup, poking his head in his fridge to see if he had what was needed to make banana pancakes.

"Yeah, but not Lou. He's still getting hounded so just ease up on the heart eyes, he gets enough death threats as it is. I doubt he needs to deal with fans thinking he's in a relationship with you, the guy is still single. Don't hurt his chances now."

Oliver honestly couldn't figure out if Ryan was joking or not, but he figured it didn't hurt to be a smart ass while having such a dumb conversation. "Are you saying he could do better than me? Ryan, I'm hurt."

He could almost imagine Ryan rolling his eyes at him. "Way better, Oli."

"You dick." Oliver heard foot steps coming his way. "Look, Ryan, I appreciate the warning. I'll try to calm down the heart eyes okay?"

"Thank you. That's all I ask, you and Lou don't need that drama if the show keeps Buck and Tommy together."

"Agreed." Oliver didn't jolt at the warm hands and arms wrapping along his middle under his shirt. "Talk soon, man?"

"Yeah, later."

Oliver disconnected the call and turned around to see a very tired Lou, his hair sticking up in curly tuft and a good amount of stubble over his jaw.

"Morning." Oliver could already feel his face heat up as Lou pulled him closer to kiss.

"I thought the plan was to sleep past 8 am for once." Lou complained petulantly. He nuzzled his face unto the crook of Oliver's neck, his words causing Oliver to let out a huff of a laugh, "We should be in bed, you should be spooning me right now."

Oliver carded his fingers through Lou's hair, "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep, figured I could just make us breakfast instead."

That didn't seem to appease Lou at all, the older man continued to hug Oliver as Oliver tried to make pancakes for them. "Who was that? On the phone?" Lou asked sleepily.

"Ry." Oliver petted Lou's head again before grabbing a bowl and bananas. "He wanted to give me a heads up, or a warning I guess?"

That had Lou wake up a bit. "A warning? About the show or something else?"

Oliver sighed, "Both? I guess. Apparently I keep blushing when I talk about you to the point where some people are asking if we're a couple." Oliver couldn't help but laugh as he felt Lou smile into his neck.

"Imagine that. Us?" Lou feigned disgust, his nose scrunching up that Oliver couldn't help but find adorable. "Good heavens no."

"Shut up." Oliver swatted his arm, "He just doesn't want either of us to go through what he and I went through."

Lou let out a soft hum, watching Oliver intently. "I know we agreed to keep things between us, did you want us to be more discreet?" Truth be told, Lou was under the impression he was doing a good job at distancing himself from Oliver but not the show or Tevan. He had seen what Oliver had gone through and didn't want to add to it.

"No...I mean." Oliver took a deep breath in and out. "I don't know to be honest?" He admitted, he relaxed and leaned into Lou. "I didn't realize I was being that obvious when talking about you." He felt himself flush again as Lou kissed his neck and then cheek.

"I'm not complaining. I like the fact that I have that affect on you." Lou mumbled into Oliver's neck. "It's selfish, but I like that people can tell that I make you happy. I can make you smile that Lou smile."

Oliver let out an annoyed groan, "I do not have a Lou smile." He had given up on making the pancakes, enjoying just being swayed and kissed by his boyfriend.

"Fine." Lou conceded without any fuss. He kissed Oliver on the lips, they were meant to be short quick pecks but Oliver turned in Lous hold so that he could chest to chest with Lou, grabbing his hips as he deepened the kiss.

Oliver wasn't sure who pulled away first, but his grip on Lou's hips tightened. "Okay," he sighed, kissing Lou again who just hummed and waited for Oliver to continue, "Maybe I do have a Lou smile. Is that so bad?"

Lou smiled into the next kiss, enjoying how Oliver seemed to just give into the kiss and his holds "No, I don't think it is."

Besides, Lou thought Oliver's "Lou smile" went along with his "Looking at Oliver eyes" well.

[shygirl4991]

Our Connection

Spoilers for new episode!

Summary: It was a normal day at the cafe till a sudden burst of pain shot through SMG3's body, his senses were screaming. Something was horribly wrong with his other half. Tag: hurt and comfort, near death, injured smg4, angst, base on enough is enough

SMG3 finishes brewing an order as he hums to himself, he walks to the table and sets the coffee down. He was still annoyed how his break was interrupted by Karen, honestly, if that woman could learn to be a better mom none of this would have happened. Still he couldn't help worrying about the kids, they are innocent and shouldn't be put in harm's way just cause Karen was never around. As he walked to the back room his head started to ring “What? My meme guardian sense?!” Suddenly a burst of pain surges through his body, he screams catching the attention of his friends. Melony runs into the room seeing Three on his knees breathing heavy “THREE!” she runs up to him checking if he is okay, Three shakes his head grabbing Melony’s hand “FOUR IS IN TROUBLE! FUCKING KAREN!” 

Before Melony can ask questions Three forces his body to move, he could still feel the pain with every movement. Melony stands up and follows Three worried “You shouldn't move, I can get the others and find SMG4!” Three ignored her as he walked out of the cafe not caring about the customers, his sense scream again. He holds his head wanting to scream for it to stop, Meggy and Tari notice the pained expression on Three’s face causing them to run up to him “Three what's going on? Are you okay?” As Three opens his mouth he freezes up seeing Mario running to them, in his arms a badly injured Four. Any signs of his walls gone as his eyes water at the sight, he runs to Mario ignoring the gasp from behind him. Mario starts to cry as Three takes the man from his arms “Mario…didnt want this, he just wanted to help Karen. I…I’m sorry..” 

Three runs into the castle with Four in his arms as Meggy goes to Mario hugging him “It's okay red, Three has him. Could you tell us what happened?” Mario sniffs as he watches Three disappear into the castle “I…please dont die bro.” Meggy frowns as she hugs him tighter, Tari walks over joining the hug as Melony and Saiko run into the castle to help Three. 

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Three puts SMG4 on his bed as Melony checks him over, Saiko brings in bandages and a wet towel. Three grabs Four’s hand as he starts to cry “I’m sorry…I felt your pain, you needed me and I wasn't with you.” Melony and Saiko quietly take care of Four as Three held on to his hand tightly, he could feel the flow of Four’s meme energy. While it was weak it gave comfort to him that SMG4 was still with him, he didn't know how long the girls took patching up Four. Before he knew it the girls finished taking care of Four, giving Three space to be with him alone. He takes off Four’s hat and gently pets his head “You idiot…you're too soft for this shit, why did you have to follow Karen?” He wipes his tears as tightens his hold on Four’s hand, a soft knock is heard causing Three to look up. 

The door slowly opens to show Mario, his eyes red from crying, Three gives him a soft smile as he waves him over. Mario closes the door and slowly walks over to the bed “Mario…was told by a walkie talkie guy to help Karen. S-M-G-3 Mario never wanted this…will he be okay?” Three lets out a shaky sigh as he turns to stare at Four, he could feel tears threatening to spill out again “I don't know, he always bounces back from damage but…he hasn't woken up yet.” Three growls as he hits the bed, it was all her fault. Mario jumps from the sudden anger, he watches as SMG3 lets go of Four’s hand. Three walks around the room taking a deep breath “If i see Karen im going to let her have it, this wouldnt have happen to him if she just…FUCK!” He hits the desk next to him, he starts to cry again getting Mario to walk over and hug Three. 

Four knew it could have been dangerous, of course it would, they don't know what it's like to have a peaceful life. “It’s Mario’s fault…I thought Mr. walkie talkie was a friend,” Three shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. He wiggles free from Mario’s grasp and turns to him “No..It’s not your fault,” he lets out a sigh “And its not Karens fault, whoever this fucker is that talked to you is to blame.” Four lets out a soft groan catching the pair's attention, Three runs and grabs Four’s hand focusing on their connection. Seeing this Mario walks over to the other side of the bed grabbing Four’s other hand, they both stay silent as they watch over Four. 

Melony and Meggy walk in to check on Four, they frown seeing the man still knocked out. “Hey you two have been here for a while, take a break and get something to eat. Me and Melony got him covered!” Melony nods giving them both a soft smile, Mario and Three exchange a look and shake their heads “Thanks girls but…think me and Mario rather stay by his side.” The girls nod leaving the room, Meggy felt herself shake at the sight “Red never says no to food…this situation is bad.” Melony pats Meggys back “Hey it will be okay, whatever happens we have their back!” Meggy smiles at Melony and nods as they join the rest of the crew waiting in the main lobby. Three starts playing different memes hoping Four could hear them, it feels as if days have passed except it's only been a few hours. Mario fell asleep holding on to Four while Three could only play memes as he stared at Four “Come on you dumbass, wake up.” He sighs, turning off the video “Hey..that was my favorite meme,” Three jumps from hearing the weak voice. Three gasps as he sees Four slowly sit up “FOUR!” without thinking he hugs Four, Mario rubs his eyes awoken from Three’s scream. He gasps seeing the man awake and joins in the hug “BRO! Mario is sorry I never wanted to hurt you, please forgive Mario!!!” Four grunts from the pain as he attempts to hug his friends back, he then panics for a moment “MARIO! What happened to Karen? Did she find her kids?!”   

Mario shakes his head “Mario came running back to the castle, she went to talk to mr walkie talkie.” Four looks down feeling pain with every breath he takes, Three gently rubs Fours back as he feels the man's pain “Take it easy, I will let the others know you're awake .” He walks out of the room missing the soft look Four gives him, Mario still worried over Four gently takes his hand “Do you need anything? Mario still has pasta and I will even let you eat it!” Four lets out a pained chuckle “Thanks buddy but I think what I need is to lay down,” as Four lays back down on the bed he couldn't help wondering if Karen will be okay against this unknown enemy. The door to his room goes flying across the room as the crew storms in, they all start crying feeling relieved to see Four is awake. Three stays back watching the sight with a small smile before he leaves the castle, he walks to his cafe seeing everyone was gone. He checks to make sure no one stole anything while he was away, seeing things were in the clear he takes out his phone “You better not be dead you stupid cat cause i'm coming to help.” Looking up Karen's address Three locks up and starts running towards her house, he wasn't doing this for Karen, he was doing this to get payback on the asshole who hurt Four along with making sure those kids stay safe.

[narcjsistx]

Hiii😋. I had this small idea of maybe an insecure Izana x gf reader. Maybe he is doubting her love all not knowing she is extremely touchstarved and would practically do anything for him. He is her first boyfriend and all and she aint gonna let him go by the long run. Already has a life planned with him in head.

Got inspired by a tiktok audio 😭. Heres a little scenario..

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Izana: Tries to break up with her because thinks she deserves someone better.

Everyone pauses as he says the words.

Y/n: Pauses midway as she was about to drag him out for their date. She looks at him wide eyed, her smile faltered a bit before returning back. What?...

Izana: You and me are over!

Y/n: Izana, did i do something wrong....?

Izana: I dont want to be with you anymore. You and me are over!

Y/n: ...You and me will never be over!!. Pulls out a gun and points it at him.

Tenjiku just watching it happen. Izana just stares bamboozled.

Y/n: You hear me. you my man!! And till death do us part. Looks at him now frowning , the soft aura around her gone.

Izana: We aren't even married- Yet

Y/n: You my what !!?. She interrupted him and points gun at him.

Izana: Im your man...

Y/n: Until when!!?

Izana: Till death do us part...whispers quietly.

Y/n: Puts the gun away and gentle cuddly aura comes back. Izana lets go on our date now. And Reminder, im never letting you go, i love you and i dont plan on stopping.

Izana just trying to process what happened.

GUYS HELP, out of curiosity I started wind breaker (tokyo revengers always superior without a doubt) and I strangely liked it to the point of developing a small obsession for Suo... I was even thinking of opening requests to the anime characters too. Anyway, thanks for the request!

— Where do you think you're going?

Izana sat on the park bench, hands in his jacket pockets as he stared hard at the ground beneath him. The sun was setting, turning the sky orange and pink. The autumn leaves fluttered lightly around him, and the noise of the city in the distance was muffled by the soft rustle of dry leaves under his feet. Despite the beauty of the moment, his heart was heavy, gripped by thoughts that he couldn't shake. He had always had a strong personality since he was a child, however, lately he had been feeling a little weak. This annoyed him

He was 18, but he felt like a scared child faced with something too big for him. He had spent the last few weeks reflecting on his relationship with Y/n, a girl of only 16 who seemed to have everything under control when it came to the two of them. She was confident, determined, and loved him with a passion he couldn't quite understand. When he first met her, he was struck by her energy and infectious laugh. She was like a ray of sunshine in his life, a light that illuminated every dark corner of his heart. But the more time passed, the more Izana felt overwhelmed by that feeling. He couldn't shake the idea that, sooner or later, he would get tired of her, that their story would end in an emotional catastrophe

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't immediately notice Y/n approaching. She walked as light as a ghost, her footsteps almost imperceptible on the gravel path. When she finally saw him, sitting there, still as a statue, her heart filled with joy. It must be said that the girl also had a rather particular behavior: she had just come out of a toxic relationship when she met Izana, and the more the two became fond of each other, the more her crush turned into an suffocating obsession

"Izana!" she called softly, sitting next to him. He felt a slight shiver run down his spine at the sound of her voice. She was so sweet, so confident. How could she be so sure of them when he constantly felt on the edge of a precipice?. Y/n watched him carefully, immediately sensing that something was wrong. She had learned to read every little nuance of his expressions, every little change in his tone of voice. She loved him so much that every turmoil he had became hers too

"Everything is fine?" she asked, moving closer to him and intertwining her fingers with his. Izana looked down at their joined hands: hers were larger, robust, while her fingers were thin and delicate "Are you already thinking about our future children? One will be called Yukiko, I warn you" says the girl giggling, resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder "Yeah, everything's fine" he lied, knowing she wouldn't believe it for a second

“Izana, you don't have to lie to me” Y/n said, her tone firmer "If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me. We're a team, remember?". A team. Those words hit Izana like a punch in the stomach. She saw him as part of a team, as half of a whole. But he felt alone, as if he couldn't bear the weight of that relationship alone

“Y/n, I... I don't know how to tell you” he began searching for the right words. But how could he tell her that he was scared of what he felt? That he feared he wasn't enough, that he couldn't keep the promises she expected? Damn, for 18 years he had never had any character problems, he had even killed someone as a child! Why had he become a fucking wimp with this girl?

She looked at him with eyes full of concern, but also of unconditional love "Izana, whatever it is, we can face it together" she told him, squeezing his hand even tighter "I love you, and nothing will change that". Those words pierced his heart, she said them so easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But for him, love was something complex, a labyrinth in which he was lost right now. Izana felt the lump in her throat tighten even more. How could she be so sure? How could she love him so much, when he couldn't even love himself enough?

Y/n occupied his every thought, every breath, and he didn't know if the feeling was a blessing or a curse. Despite his doubts, he couldn't say no to her. She was his weakness and he hated himself for it. Izana felt her body tense for a moment, but then his arms automatically moved to hold her close. It was a familiar gesture, one he had done a thousand times before, but this time it was a little bit different. Y/n was completely obsessed with him, she loved him with an intensity that scared him. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw a normal boy, full of flaws, and he couldn't understand how he could be the object of so much love from that pretty, and a few bratty, girl

Izana took her hands, noticing how cold and shaking they were "I... I don't know how to tell you, but I've been having a lot of doubts about us lately." Y/n stared at him, panic starting to rise within her "D-doubts? What kind of doubts?" her heart tightened in her chest, the fear she had always tried to stifle now making its way inside her “I'm not sure I'm the right person for you" Izana said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I don't know if I can be what you need, and I'm afraid I'll end up hurting you” Izana's words hit Y/n like a slap in the face, she felt the world collapsing around her and damned jealousy was eating her mercilessly "Izana, what are you saying?" she asked, desperately trying to hold back tears “I love you! Don't you understand? There's no one I want more than you. No one!”

Y/n clung to him, hands gripping his jacket as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded in reality “You will never disappoint me, Izana. Don't you understand that all I want is you?” Izana felt her heart break when she saw how desperate she was. His fear of hurting her was materializing right before his eyes "Y/n, I don't want to make you suffer" he said, his voice cracking with emotion "But I can't continue like this. I can't live with the constant fear that one day I'll hurt you"

Y/n shook her head, tears starting to fall down her cheeks "Izana, please don't do this. I'll be better, I won't ask you for anything anymore. Just stay with me!" the boy lowered his gaze "I... I need time" he said finally, withdrawing slightly from his embrace "I don't know what to do, but I can't give you false hopes". Y/n looked at him, heartbroken. Every word that came out of his mouth was like a stab. "Time? Izana, I don't need time, I need you! And you, damn it, you need me!" the girl shouts with a strength dictated only by jealousy and pure obsession

Izana no longer knew how to react, he turned around, unable to bear the weight of his gaze "Maybe you should go..." he advised, but the grip on his jacket only became stronger "I won't leave until you tell me that you love me and I'm everything for you! Do you really want to see Kakucho again or should I make him disappear for blackmail?" says the girl. Izana knew very well that she wasn't joking, she was capable of doing it and even doing worse, killing him if necessary

"Stop being a brat" says the boy trying to take her hands off his jacket, but the girl's well-groomed hands end up on his cheeks, forcing him to look her straight in the eyes "Izana, don't say these things... spouses they always have to give their best for each other, you know? I know you know, you're just confused, love" says the girl obsessively. The main problem is that Izana's weakness was precisely seeing her in these conditions, otherwise he would have already taken her off in a short time

"I hate you" the boy says, sighing, and then puts his hands on the girl's hips. Y/n relaxes her nerves, smiling at the boy "Say what I told you to say" she says loosening her grip on his face "I love you and you are everything for me" says the boy, wondering if his words are 100% sincere

The girl breaks away from him, gently resting her head on his chest. She was enormously satisfied with having made him the victim, she loved seeing him so weak for her "I love you and it will always be like this" the girl says, and Izana just runs a hand up and down her back to reassure her

[levisonlylover]

The Aftermath of a tragic mission.

Comforting Levi after he loses his soldiers tragically.

“It’s not your fault.” You say as you finally spoke up after 5 minutes of silence. Despite losing a lot of soldiers and comrades during these expeditions and missions, he still could not take the image off his head. How his comrades died a tragic death. It was the day they tried to capture the Female titan; everything was going according to plan till it attacked his squad. He saw how gruesome and bloody it ended. The blood of his comrades painted the bark and grass red. He tried to take his mind off from it, till he spoke up. “Did I jeopardize my comrade’s safety and life...?” His voice was quiet, almost confused to why he even asked it. You replied, being careful with your tone “No, it was just unfortunate timing, Levi.” Levi was still quiet, it’s nothing new for the other soldiers that feared him, but you knew that Levi can’t handle this the way he usually does. His squad cared for him like family, after losing Isabel and Furlan. ‘History repeated itself once again.’ He thought. You made him his favorite tea, it’s one way to comfort him as you know tea calms him down during these types of moments. You spoke up once again “Levi, you did not do anything wrong.” You rubbed his back in a comforting way, trying to ease up his stress. Levi would trust your word, but somehow this time he couldn’t. “How is this not my fault? Those soldiers were under my command.”  He said, his voice shaking at the end. His eyes were focusing on his teacup; he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed exhaustedly. “I led them to their deaths Y/N” He added, you try to convince him that he was not the reason by saying this; “We never knew that she would attack like that, it was unpredictable.” But of course, Levi refused to believe that. He kept his thoughts to himself, wondering how he could’ve avoided it. As a few days pass, he starts to move on slowly. Your presence helps him, but the guilt and images of his fallen soldiers were still haunting him. One night he took a short nap, it was late at night, and he was off duty. He had this dream; his fallen comrades were still there. But the only words that came out was “Why did you abandoned us?” The female titan appeared behind his dead comrades and tragically pull their limbs and break their bones apart. Levi woke up, breathing unevenly and his body trembling. He swore under his breath and went to the mess hall kitchen to prepare himself some tea. You on the other hand was there already. “Had a rough night?” you asked him as he prepares his tea. “A damn nightmare is what happened, Y/N” He retorted back, his hands still trembling. You try to comfort him in anyway possible; “Levi, I told you, it was not your fault, we could not predict the female titans’ moves. You know that very well.” Eventually Levi gave into your comfort. But he still couldn’t let that image of his fallen soldiers go. Months have passed since the incident. Your solace and presence kept him sane after every expedition. He knew his line of work is unpredictable, and you both could die at any moment in battle. He kept in his mind that not everything is in his control, he realized that thanks to you. You changed his perspective whenever he loses the soldiers under his command. And even though he cannot change or control anything around his surroundings like death, he at least wants to change it somehow to not lose you too.

Idea goes to: @onloginavely-blog 🫶

A/N: THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO MUCH BRAINPOWER, PLEASE DONT LET IT FLOP!

[blog-de-una-persona-bi]

Can somebody make a fanfic like this:

Zoro is a famous action actor. He is famous bc of: his green hair, his personality, how he makes his own scenes (like, the dangerous ones),how he looks being 38, and how he is single even tho he is so HOT. He is receiving an interview for his new movie "the word's Best swordman," when the interviewer asks about a certain member of the cast, a woman that everybody thinks he may have a relationship with, bc of how close they are.

(The woman can be Nami or that girl from Wano [I DONT REMEMBER HER NAME, I ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT THIS IDEA AND I NEED TO WRITE IT NOW OR I'LL FORGET IT])

Suddenly, Zoro drops the bomb that he's been married for 20 years with the hottest man he can think of. At first everybody is silent and the interviewer is in shock (interviewer like a night show you know?). And then everybody starts shouting and yelling asking for answers. And they cut it.

Zoro is an old man (more like a...old fashioned person? The thing is that he doesn't like nor understand technology), so he never knew that tiktok or Twitter (or X) thought that he was single, but he loves his husband, they are just more...private, like, they fight and yell at each other in public, but they love each other a lot.

Sanji on the other hand, is a chef that does ice skating as his hobby, he always helps his husband and does have an ig account, but is about his food and his restaurant, his tiktok account is for daily meals, so he never talks about his personal life.

They know each other since they were kids (same school), and they passed through a lot together, like the death of Sanji's mom (Zoro's parents died when he was little, and he was adopted by Mihawk, they lived next to each other's house , so they talked a lot), Kuina's death. When Sanji was locked up in the basement for 8 months till and then Zoro sneak into the vinsmonke's house and found him. When Zeff adopted Sanji (they moved Zoro to the same school). How they became a couple and then married at 18 bc Judge wanted to marry Sanji with Pudding, so they married (Judge had power, he was not locked up).

Their friends know that they live together, but just like 3 of them (Luffy, Nami and Robin) know that they are actually dating, the others think that they are just hooking up or sm. They are all adults and Chopper is the only one that has like 22.

(You can make wathever you want, but if you make luffy w someone let it be Nami or Law, otherwise (and if u CAN dot it like this since I prefer it that way) make him aromantic).

At the end, they are one of the most famous couples in tiktok, and everyone agrees that if Zoro is hot, sanji is HOTTEST (HE AGE LIKE FINE WINE 😭🙌)

Also, I dont mind if you do smut, I JUS LOVE THEM AND WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY, IN MY MIND THEY ARE 😭.

Ik that I have the idea, I JUST CANT WRITE DIALOGUES AND THINGS LIKE THAT 😭

(Also, I'm new in this, how do I change the title of this, like, HOW?!?)

[natsswife]

Could I maybe request a Mari x Reader fic? Maybe them trying to stay warm during the winter nights and/or just being extremely close and the other yjs catching on?

tysm for ur rq anon!! i hope i managed to writw what u wanted n like it<33

Mari Ibarra x reader

summary: just how u and mari started to get really close and be each others safe space when things got rough during winter<3

notes: Missing mari like a mf to the point winter is a trigger word for me cuz she😭died😭during😭winter😭also wilderness has been hella boring without the only latina diva frfr

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༘⋆ if being stranded in the wilderness wasn't already enough, when winter came everything got worst, jackie’s sudden death changed everything, it was obvious to tell after that how everyone was different, the numb feeling of losing someone very dear was still fresh, you could feel it was just some few days ago since laura’s accident, and jackie now being gone put a toll on everyone’s mental health again, especially Mari, who was in charge of the food, in a more realistic way, the one in charge to keep everyone alive. 

༘⋆ the bear’s meat won't last till spring, shauna always taking way too long to bring it, everyone stressed and being forced to keep inside the cabin, and especially, not letting you both have time alone.

༘⋆ you and mari werent the closest, but if theres one thing you were “grateful” for the crash, was that it got you closer, she's such a sweet girl, funny, lovely, fearless, always so responsible with the chores, she was just so cool it made you wonder why you never befriended her before everything.

༘⋆ but there was something about her that made you heart soft, maybe its the way she isn't afraid to stand up for her word even if got her some icky looks from shauna, or how shes with you, kind, always including you in everything and never letting you be alone, whatever it was, it just made you fall even harder for her… and it was the same for Mari.

༘⋆ there was still some fear of being out to everyone, even when tai and van decided to came out in that attempt of party, so you decided to be closer when no one was watching, it was more peaceful and comfortable, especially at nights.

༘⋆ Mari’s favourite time is when everyone was asleep, its only at that time when got to hold you during night without fear of someone noticing, just you and her being closer till your noses rubbed together, small talks sometimes discussing what could have happened if the plane never crashed, how she missed slushies, and promised you that as soon as you got rescued she’s gonna take you to try the best cheese burgers.

༘⋆ thats why after winter came mari changed, not being able to be alone with you and just pretend that everythings fine made her more annoyed, she refused to sleep together because it was “too risky now” but you know how bad she missed being able to hold each other under the covers.

༘⋆ days passed and at this point you didnt care anymore, that same night after shauna came with the great news that “we’re out of meat” and made mari more annoyed, you decided to crawl to her mat while everyone was in their fifth hungry dream and just finally be by her side again

༘⋆ it surprised her but you neither know that neither of you could go more days without eachother

“wait what are you doing??”

“just wanted to be with you, and no i dont care if someone sees us”

༘⋆ she giggled but didn't make an effort to get you out of there, instead she just hugged you more closely, mari just missed you so much to care if tai decided to sleep walk again and get van to chase her and then see you both.

“you know i think i was a little stupid to put our whatever is this in a “”time out”” for fear, i actually dont give a single fuck if someone sees us, winter is less cold like this” giving your nose a sweet kiss she moved closer, now decided and fearless if someone saw you like that 

“oh finally? you almost got me praying that you finally admit it” a chuckled escaped her but it was true, how someone who didnt give a single fuck about shauna’s state and still faced her now fear her team finding out she likes girls?

༘⋆ Mari missed this, missed you and she knows she gonna need you more than anything now that winter is about to get more rough for you, for her and for everyone….

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do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train ur own brain instead<3

[ghostmisworld]

NICO AND WILL ANGSTY ANGST

so, as we know, all Nico's non-god family died. so Nico obviously has a fear of losing loved ones. Will is a medic riddled with survivors guilt. He's also a hypocrite. He'll work 27 hours a day and then run around telling people about limits and self care. so he's doing what he does, over exerting his powers. to like a concerning degree, i think it would be near Micheal or Lee's death anniversary. he's ignoring all repercussions of power exertion, which can't be on accident because I have a headcanon that when apollo kids over uses their powers, they start burning up, literally extremely high body temps, glowing from the inside, and just kinda like their becoming a star tbh. nico notices, and it worries him to no end. he tries to get Will from the infirmary, but not even physically removing Will from the infirmary is working. Nico feels trapped watching Will work himself to death. He begs Will to stop because he can feel he's close to death. One day, while Nico's watching Will, Will faints. His body starts glowing like it's on fire. Nico loses his mind he's the first one there despite Kayla being closer to Him. Nico just sits there hold Will crying. he's begging will's unconscious body to live. Nico could feel how just barely alive Will was. Kayla claws Will from Nico's hand and takes him to a private room in the infirmary. Nico sits in the waiting room. Jason and Hazel come they sit with him and help take care of him. eventually, like a day or two later, Kayla tells Nico Will is mostly stable, and he can see him. Nico goes into the room, and it's dark af. Will is in there still unconscious and glowing but not like the inferno he'd been earlier. Nico takes to sleeping in the room, listening to Will's heartbeat. It takes a week for Will to wake up. When he does, Nico cries and hugs him and hits him. Will feels guilty. Hazel and Jason lecture Will on consequences. Kayla and Austin beat up and yell at Will because they can't lose another sibling. Nico bans will from looking at the infirmary till he's fully healed. Will and Nico have a long talk about overworking and come to an agreement. Will can only work 40-hour weeks, not including ctf. Will has to take a one hour break that someone can verify was taken (typically nico). Will's work schedule has to be approved by nico as it gets closer to death anniversaries to avoid situations like this. Will also gets therapy (slay). and yea

(i wanted Hazel and Jason beat up Will, but I a. don't think they would beat up a sick person and b. I dont think Nico would let them beat up his sick idiot and with how closely he'd be watching Will, they'd never find the time)

[blueberry-ink-93]

i might just go insane

i *need* to know everything ever about their marriage was it toxic did they love each other was it only a marriage of chance/ convenience or did they find solace in one another or even grief was it one sided unrequited love met with disinterest from the start or did he lose interest with time was it all of the above or none i- *explodes*

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fr tho im reading plutarch's alcibiades (internet archive classics my beloved) and the would be meet cute is hysterical to me idk why. was it love at first sight (and who could resist such ethereal beauty?) or was there any sort of doubt or disdain for his ways? and if so did she fall for him despite herself or was she willing to let all notions leave her in favour of devotion to her husband? did she care at all? did any of it matter when she was the wife of the most beautiful man ever?

"Hipparete was a virtuous and dutiful wife, but, at last, growing impatient of the outrages done to her by her husband's continual entertaining of courtesans, as well strangers as Athenians, she departed from him and retired to her brother's house. Alcibiades seemed not at all concerned at this, and lived on still in the same luxury; but the law requiring that she should deliver to the archon in person, and not by proxy, the instrument by which she claimed a divorce, when, in obedience to the law, she presented herself before him to perform this, Alcibiades came in, caught her up, and carried her home through the market-place, no one daring to oppose him nor to take her from him. She continued with him till her death, which happened not long after, when Alcibiades had gone to Ephesus. Nor is this violence to be thought so very enormous or unmanly. For the law, in making her who desires to be divorced appear in public, seems to design to give her husband an opportunity of treating with her, and endeavouring to retain her."

so many feelings here. she loved him but how much of it was love for what was and not what she saw or chose to see? (i mean to say was it love or infatuation on her part). im well aware women had little if any choice and say in the matter and that they had pretty strict societally ordained frameworks to fit in, but like. them. what were they like.

did he see her as his wife (beyond property) and care for her to any degree or was it his image only that mattered? would a divorce lead to his name being potentially tarnished even in the slightest (ngl kind of doubt it would hes too pretty lol. but also misogyny. would anyone bat an eye?) did he fall out of love? was their any love to begin with?

did he at all abstain from seeking courtesans or did the marriage not get in the way of his previous life style? did he care that she was fed up and wanted to leave him (had anyone ever left him before?) and no longer worship the grounds he walked on (has that ever happened before?)

did he feel hurt? offended? did he care at all that a posession of his demanded freedom? was he upset? amused? did they talk about it? if he were to reconcile would she accept of her own will or be coerced? by him or herself regardless. did he humor her? did he laugh?

was there no further word on the matter when they reached their home? their bed? she was his until he saw fit, bound to him by marriage and maybe love still. was his choice to keep her born of ill will or affection? or even duty since she was the mother of their child. if the word held significance to him at all. was he a good and present father? i have no idea lol. assuming they had a kid i also dont know lol

*explodes again*