#I would kiss you till my lungs collapse

[fluffyhairedboy]

I think cuddling is so underrated. I want to drape myself over him unapologetically, embracing him as if the stars and moon would collapse because, regardless, I would hold him close just so he knows how irreplaceable he is.

[buckyalpine]

Request 👉🏼👈🏼 ? Black widow!reader and winter soldier!Bucky! He was her teacher in the red room, where they eventually fell in love and started a secret relationship, until Hydra and Dreykov found out and separated them. Fast forward several years, Bucky’s out of recovery, reunited with Steve, and living a better life when Tony brings in a new team member. And everyone’s excited but Bucky’s on edge and kinda wary until he learns who it is.

It’s his lil widow, the love of his life, his soulmate. the one Hydra and the red room stole from him, the girl he kept dreaming about no matter how many times his handlers tried to wipe his memories. Just complete fluffy, smutty, love sick shit with him being a massive simp for his deadly girl. maybe building a family, getting married, drabbles of him drooling over her skills or her in the widow suit, like oh yea, I taught her that. I can imagine him being so overly protective, constantly holding her close to his chest because she was stolen away from him once, he won’t survive if that happens again.

YESSSSS God this is so cute and smutty and angsty and FLUFFY it makes my chest itch in the best way. Pls ignore what google translate may have botched. Bucky is the cutest, horny, most deadly simp here, so proud of his girl, absolutely yes.

"ne proyavlyay miloserdiya, soldat" [Show no mercy, soldier], Dreykov hissed, letting the soldier enter the red room with a single widow standing before him, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. The soldier grunted, hitting the button that locked the door that kept her from escaping before lunging forward, testing her agility after personally training her himself.

She leapt over him with ease, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders and landing swiftly behind him and swiping her leg under him to knock him to the floor, straddling him immediately after. He grasped her hands in his, rolling over till she was pinned under his large mass with her wrists held together above her head in his metal hand.

"You've learned well kotenok" His voice was husky behind the mask, blue eyes sparkling while she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy bol'shoy, soldat" [Not fair when you're so large, soldier]. She gasped feeling him harden on top of her, his rough uniform doing nothing to hide what he was feeling for her, slotted between her thighs.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy krasivyy, kotonok" [Not fair when you're so pretty, kitten]. He climbed off her, allowing her to get into position before attacking again, relentlessly throwing punches and blocking them till she nearly collapsed. They retreated to stand at attention at the sound of the doors hissing open, indicating training was over. The soldier grunted a nod as Dreykov walked in, assessing the widow, a sinister smile plastered on his face seeing both of his assets worn but still at their strongest.

He sent them off to their cells, confident that the fear he'd instilled in his captives would be enough to ensure they stayed in line, not realizing his punishments would only go so far.

It wasn't enough to stop the charming young man from Brooklyn who still lived in his most feared asset.

"Did I hurt you baby" The soldier whispered, kissing her bruised knuckles softly after sneaking into her cell, pulling her into his arms.

"You could never" She smiled, melting into his embrace. She never intended on falling in love with the soldier but here she was, feeling his gentle hands wander, leaning up to kiss his soft, pink lips. They were playing a dangerous game but it was to stop now.

He loved her.

She loved him.

-

"Wipe him" The hydra agent ordered while the soldier gripped onto the chair, gritting his teeth while sharp burning spread through his body, frying his brain. The widow dug her nails into her palms, resolve slowly crumbling seeing the love of her life tortured, unable to hold back anymore.

"Stop!" She finally broke, unable to watch any longer, gasping at the sinister smile Dreykov gave her, ordering his men to grab her before increasing the voltage.

"My, my, does it hurt you when we hurt him" Dreykov sneered, turning up the dial, Bucky's screams tearing her apart on the inside.

"Don't-AH-JAMES" A hydra soldier gripped her hair, yanking her back before she could go to him, shackles binding her hands together, dragging her away.

"kotenok" [kitten] The soldier sadly whispered, unheard by her, her kicking and screaming form blurry from his unshed tears. He screamed in pain as another shock ripped through his veins before the world went black.

He never saw her again.

-

Bucky gasped, sucking in a deep breath of air, his chest heaving from the dream he'd just had, sweat covering his chest, dripping from his forehead.

It was the same thing almost every night.

His mind replaying the same thing over and over again; training with her in the red room, the way she felt under him, the way he'd cuddle and make love to her afterwards without a soul knowing. He didn't plan on falling for the woman he had to train to be a killer but he didn't stand a chance the day she'd knocked him down with a knife pressed to his neck seconds later. He could have married her then and there.

He slumped back against his pillow, running a hand over his face, groaning in frustration.

In the several years, he'd slowly managed to get his life back together. He was apart of the team and living at the compound with Steve and the others. He was no longer controlled by trigger words, he had been forgiven by the government, he was starting to recover from all the trauma he'd endured. His nightmares were less frequent, slowly learning to forgive himself for the things he'd been forced to do under Hydras control.

The only thing he never got over was her.

She still lived in his dreams. Still owned his heart. That was his girl and she was torn away by the very people that had taken everything else from him too. No amount of wiping or torture took her away. His handler tried his hardest, shocking him till his nose bled and his veins nearly burnt to bits but her name would fall from his lips as he lay nearly unconscious.

His sweet widow.

Bucky glanced at the faint light starting to stream through the curtains, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed to get up instead of attempting to sleep for 5 more minutes. He threw on a hoodie and some joggers, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away as usual. He didn't stop till his knuckles split, ignoring the sting, instead thinking about how he'd kiss her soft hands after he'd train her, bandaging them up when no one was looking.

The hot water from the shower did little to ease the tension in his muscles as he made his way to the kitchen next, plopping onto a stool with a cup of coffee. He was just about to try and relax with his coffee until Steve popped his head in with a grin.

"There you are! Tony was looking for you, we're all heading up now!" Bucky frowned in confusion while Steve grabbed his own mug, filling his cup.

"Why are we having a meeting" Bucky questioned, not willing to get up from his seat, his mind still preoccupied.

"He told you he scouted someone to join the team"

"I remember Tony going on about some new member" Bucky mumbled, not in the mood to meet new people, his anxiety only growing further. "That's today?"

Steve nodded, finishing up the last of his coffee while the brunette stayed glued to the stool.

"Buck, you coming?" Steve turned back to see a frowning Bucky, reluctantly trudging behind the captain while the others excitedly also made their way upstairs to the conference area.

"I heard Tony saying the new agent is scary as shit. Apparently he got his ass handed to him when he tried to test her and he was wearing his suit" Sam snorted while Nat smiled with excitement.

"Finally someone worth sparring with" The redhead nudged him while he shook his head.

"I'm serious! She's deadly deadly. I looked over her file, she's killed more people than you and Clint combined and half of those were hand to hand combat"

"What was the other half"

"Sniper. Like Barnes" Sam nodded to Bucky who was still disconnected from the others, his knee bouncing impatiently.

"We're lucky she's on our side" Steve mused, taking a glance of the file that sat on the table. There was no name or picture to go with it but it had a skillset record nearly put his to shame. "Jesus"

"You good?" Sam whispered to Bucky, noticing he was more closed off than usual, getting a tightlipped grimace like smile in return. Steve sat near the front, straightening himself up while the rest quietened down, hearing the sound of Tony speaking to someone as they approached the room. The billionaire opened the door, letting in the new team member first before entering himself with a large smile on his face.

"Everyone, this is-

"Y/n?" Bucky gasped, shoot up from his seat before Tony could finish, the other sharing confused glances between each other, watching the new team member and Bucky freeze.

"Wait, Barnes, you know-

"Malyshka, eto pravda ty?" [Babygirl, is it really you?] Bucky gasped, his heart hammering against his chest, tears already threatening to spill out. "kotenok, skazhi mne, pozhaluysta, chto eto ty" [kitten, please tell me its you]

"Hold up, he can still speak Russian?" Sam hissed to Steve who hadn't moved, mouth gaping, eyes wide.

"James!" You darted across the room to meet Bucky half way, his strong arms catching and lifting you up with ease as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "moy soldat. YA zdes', moy malysh" [my soldier. I'm here my babyboy]

"It's really you" He whispered against your hair, breathing in your soft scent, eyes squeezed shut with tears streaming down his face, "My baby" He cradled you tightly, refusing to set you down while you buried your face into the crook of his neck, drowning out the rest of the world. After you were torn apart from him, you had been locked up in an isolated cell, only let out for select missions Dreykov send you on. You wanted to find your soldier, your James, but you never did with Hydra keeping him under their control.

Now you finally had him again.

"Ahem, as I was saying- This is y/n" Tony addressed the rest of the team, just as surprised as the rest of them with all eyes on Bucky especially. "She'll be joining us once Barnes puts her down"

"Never" Bucky finally pulled away, still holding onto you, his nose nudging against yours, "M'never putting her down, never, you hear me babygirl?" He pressed his lips onto yours, shamelessly kissing you hard, ignoring the whistles that filled the room, only pulling away for air. You let out a shy giggle as he set you back on your feet, his hand wrapped around your waist.

"I'd continue to introduce her but I think tinman knows her better" Tony snorted, throwing his hands up before taking a seat, all eyes now watching two of you while Bucky blushed, unable to wipe the smile of his face, cupping your face to press another kiss to your lips.

"This is y/n" Bucky finally let you go, taking you to the front of the conference room, now proudly showing you off to the other, "She was a widow with Hyrda, handpicked by Dreykov" Bucky sucked in a breath before continuing, giving your hand a squeeze "I trained her in the red room myself when I was still the winter soldier. That's when I fell in love with her" The last part was a whisper, not missed by the team with how lovesick Bucky looked.

"I'm sorry, you trained her? Jesus, no wonder she's deadly" Sam shook his head, now understanding why your file was so impressive. You were already gifted when you were picked, coupled with the fact that you were trained and conditioned by the soldier himself.

"She's fuckin' deadly, alright" Bucky's voice was nearly breathless, his baby blues intently gazing into your eyes. "You should see her with a knife"

That's when I fell in love with you.

"So what happened with you two" Nat prodded, looking at you two with heart eyes which was a rare sight but her heart melted at how soft Bucky was, struggling to keep his hands to himself. He constantly nuzzled into your neck, his large form practically swallowing you whole as he clung onto you like a child.

"They found out we were together so they took me from him" You gave her a sad smile, feeling Bucky hug you tighter; you could have sworn you heard him whimper. "I tried to find him for years but I couldn't"

"Hydra tried to wipe my memories but it never worked. Couldn't forget her" Bucky kissed the top of your head, not realizing his bestfriend was trying to subtly wipe his eyes.

"I was going to have everyone introduce themselves but I think these two have some catching up to do so let's move this meeting over" Tony clapped his hands while everyone else nodded in agreement, leaving you and Bucky alone for some privacy.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea, I-I tried to find you but I just- I could barely function, I'm sorry doll-" Your lips cut off Bucky's rambling, cupping his scruffy face firmly in your hands.

"You have nothing to be sorry about baby, it's not your fault"

"I-I know you just got here and-sweets I don't want to rush anything but-" Bucky's hand gripped your waist while he tried to compose himself, he didn't want to pressure you into anything. "I need you closer baby"

"Take me, soldat" You whispered, not giving him any room to second guess as he hauled you up in his arms, taking you straight to his room. Clothes were off in an instant between frantic and desperate kisses. Bucky didn't rush a thing as soon as he had you naked in his bed, pulling the sheets over you both, rolling over to cuddle instead.

"This is all I wanted" He whispered against your shoulder, kissing your skin, "To have my girl with me again"

"I love you Jamie" You kissed his bare chest, hitching your leg over his waist, his hard length pressing against your soaked cunt. He could feel his tip weeping feeling your soft body pressed against his, still looking just as beautiful, if not more now, from when he'd first met you.

"Prettiest widow" He growled, his wandering hands becoming less wholesome as they moved to your hips, pulling you to press against his erection harder. You moaned feeling him starting to hump your pussy while innocently kisses down your neck, smirking at how he was both sweet and sinful at the same time, just as before. "kotenok, ty mne nuzhen" [Kitten, I need you]

You remembered all the times he'd snuck into your cell for a few cuddles, which always ended up with his hand slammed over your mouth while he railed you with his cock.

"You feel how hard I am for you baby? Mmph, this is all for you, doll" He bit his lip, eyes locked with yours, rolling on top of you, slotting his wide body between your legs, still rutting his hips. "Can I make love to you baby, please" He sounded desperate, dropping his forehead to press against yours, hands coming to pin you against the bed.

"M'yours Jamie" You nodded, spreading your legs wider, not bothering with having prep you, needing him inside you more than anything else. You gasped feeling his thick cockhead rub through your folds before he breeched your hole, stretching you.

"Soldat!" You moaned, your back arching off the bed, the name rolling of your tongue as it had so many times before, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Take your soldat's cock, kotenok" Bucky growled, only giving you a second to adjust before he started to move with slow, deep strokes. "Lemme make love to my babygirl, ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu" [I love you so much]

After Bucky had been rescued, he had no reason to speak Russian, letting the others think it'd been wiped away just like the words that controlled him. Around you, it rolled off his tongue with ease, your pussy dripping each time he whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back feeling him hit that spongy spot deep in your pussy, crying out with the powerful, deliberate snaps of his hips.

"M'I making you feel good baby?" He asked, kissing you sweetly, alternating between the sweetheart and heartbreaker he was, looking at you with soft puppy eyes while his cock grew harder watching your face twist with pleasure. His jaw was slack, thrusting with purpose, moving his hips to roll and let you feel every inch of him filling you up, "You look gorgeous with my cock in you angel, wish you could see how pretty you are, so beautiful like this"

"Oh god James! P-please-m'so close-dont-don-t stop" Your moans grew more salacious, unable to say much else, eyes shutting out of pleasure feeling his hand coming down to rub your swollen clit.

"I know baby, I know, you need me to rub this pretty button, Remember the first time I touched you there pretty girl? How badly you wanted to scream, how much you squirted all over me? Remember when we first made love? First time I tasted you? Remember how shy you were when I spread your legs open and nursed off that little button. How you turned into a slutty kitten, riding and humping my face after? Know your needy little clit loves it, m'gonna rub you till you're screaming"

"Buckyyy" You whined, your face feeling hot at the memory, remembering his growls from under you, turning around to find him jerking his cock faster while he licked and sucked your pussy, cum already painting his abs from cumming once, working to a second orgasm. He'd sealed his lips around your clit, stuffing his mask in your mouth to keep you from alerting the guards.

"Baby, c'mon open your eyes, look at me" Bucky nipped your jaw, his cold hand coming to grasp your cheeks, blue eyes staring into your soul as you opened your eyes, "Don't you dare close them baby, keep em' open when I'm fuckin' you, shit, m'gonna cum for you doll"

"B-Bucky!" You cried, struggling to hold off any longer, your juices soaked him as you started to clench and squeeze his cock, tears nearly streaming down your face.

"Scream all you want baby, don't have to hide those pretty moans ever again" He fucked you through your orgasm, his own balls getting tighter with each thrust, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping onto the sheets, "Thats-that-s it baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you, fill you up, you're mine doll, you're fuckin' MINE"

Bucky's hand flew to the headboard, pounding you into the mattress, moaning loudly, letting the wood splinter under his grip as he came, pumping you full of his seed.

"FUCK y/n" He gasped, collapsing on you, panting, burying his face into your breasts as he always did, turning into a needy baby as if he didn't rail your soul. You giggled, tracing your hand down his spine making his shiver, whining when you clenched around his sensitive, soft cock.

"My soldat" You whispered, carding your fingers through his hair, letting him latch onto your nipple, needily sucking for comfort. No matter how big, bad and scary he was, he always melted into a puddle for you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your sweet peaked nipple against his tongue.

"Never letting you go again" He whispered before falling asleep on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you. "ty moya rodstvennaya dusha, malyshka" [you're my soul mate, babygirl]

"YA by proshel cherez vse eto snova tol'ko radi tebya, malysh" [I'd go through it all again just for you baby boy] you whispered, closing your eyes in the safety of his hold, meaning each of your words. You'd go through everything a thousand times over if it meant you'd have your Bucky back in your arms. Bucky sniffled, curling up with you, spending the rest of the day alternating between speaking sweet words and making you moan and cry over his cock until you couldn't move any longer. For the first time, he slept peacefully, not stirring once.

-

Ever since you'd come back, Bucky had turned into the biggest simp, alternating between acting like a menace and a complete lovesick puppy with no in between. It was worse when you were on the field, almost leading to Tony refusing to let you both go on missions at the same time.

"Oh god" Bucky groaned, seeing you step out in your sleek suit, the dark material clinging to your body, weapons strapped along your hips. You threw him a wink before running off to kick ass, his focus solely on you.

"Jesus Christ" He nearly moaned seeing you land a kick to an attacker before throwing you knife across the room, the blade landing perfectly between your targets eyebrows. "Baby, you're sexy"

"For fucks Sake Barnes, did you forget we can all hear you" Tony's exasperated voice crackled through, this not being the first time the soldier was distracted watching you fight. Sam and Steve snickered through the coms while Bucky shameless shrugged, still biting his lip, watching you move with ease.

"Have you seen my girl, Stark" Bucky sassed back, walking over bodies to grab you by your ass, squeezing it and smashing his lips against yours.

"Are you two fucking kissing?!" Tony sighed, hearing the sound of soft moans and smacking, "I'm putting you on a fucking leash, I'm getting you fixed Barnes"

"My naughty soldat" You giggled, pulling away, nipping your boyfriends pouty lip while he shook his head.

"Gonna be the death of me, pretty girl"

"You're both gonna be the death of all of us" Tony deadpanned, unable to understand how there was a man out there that was more horny and flirty than him. "I'm having Barnes neutered, for fucks sake I can see you drooling from over here"

-

Bucky was even worse watching you display your skills, his workout long forgotten while you sparred with Steve.

"Where the fuck did you learn that" Steve groaned while you giggled, holding your hand out to help him up while Bucky watched from the side with a cocky smirk.

"I taught her that" He threw you a wink, not so subtly adjusting his sweats.

"Of course you did" Steve huffed, surprised to find bruises on his body from where you'd hit him. "Jesus punk" He blushed heavily seeing his bestfriends raging hard on, scrambling away from the gym, knowing exactly what would come next.

The loud moans he heard moments later made him shake his head, happy he got out of there unlike the last time he saw the warning signs of a feral Bucky.

Aside from being more in love with you than ever, Bucky was also equally protective over you. He'd hug you with such care, always holding your head to his chest, his large arms covering you from the rest of the world, constantly fearing that even if he had you now, someone would come and take you away.

When he finally asked you to marry him, he paused several times, blinking through tears while down on one knee, your hand wiping his cheek, saying yes before he could even finish. The compound was transformed with flowers, candles with a small intimate wedding in the garden.

Steve and Sam stood by Bucky's side while Nat walked with you, your sweet soon to be husband biting back tears seeing his dream girl in her dress, the life he'd always imagine finally becoming a reality. When Tony pronounced you husband and wife, Bucky didn't stop kissing you till he nearly passed out, not a single dry eye surrounding you as he whisked you up in his arms.

-

Bucky felt a strong wave of emotion watching you flit around the kitchen, making his way over and wrapping his arms from behind, tucking his face into your neck. You blinked, feeling tears wet your skin, pulling away to find your husband sniffling.

"Baby, what's gotten into you" You cooed with concern, wiping away the tears that collected along his lashes, kissing his reddened nose. "Is everything okay?"

"Just-m'scared to lose you again" Bucky whispered, his hand coming to protectively wrap around your growing belly; you weren't showing much yet but he could still feel the little baby bump. "I can't loose you again angel, I can't go through that again"

"It won't happen Jamie" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while he picked you up, setting you onto the counter before hiding against your neck again, hugging you tightly. "What's wrong baby, what's gotten you so scared"

"Can't believe I got you back. I got to marry my dream girl. We're starting a family, you're giving me a baby, I-it feels unreal. M'scared I'm gonna wake up and you'll-" He bit his lip, shuddering at the very thought, "You'll be gone"

"Baby boy look at me" You held his face again, making him look at you, "Would you ever let anyone take me from you again?"

Bucky looked horrifying, francially shaking his head, he'd burn the world to ashes before he let that happen.

"Never. Never angel, no one is taking you or our baby from me" He stated firmly while you hummed.

"See? I'll be just fine. I have my soldat" You whispered, melting against his chest. "No one can hurt me when I have my soldat"

Bucky finally relaxed, carrying you off to bed, his metal arm protecting your belly as he pulled the covers over you both. No one would ever take his little widow away again.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Fanfic Self-Appreciation

After seeing the posts by @artemisia-black, @merlinsbudgiesmugglers, and @annabtg, I thought it would be fun to join in on the fanfic self-appreciation train. (Artemisia's post here; Merlins's post here; Anna's post here.)

These are 10 lines/snippets from among my least kudo'sed fics without links or names to what the works are. This isn't about raising stats, but more appreciating the little things and lines I'm proud of.

The blissful agony of knowing and loving Nymphadora is his to treasure, even if it breaks him completely.

The corpse next to her daughter’s has nothing to say for itself, as usual.

They find out they live near a few Weasels, but it’s the half-French ones that are moderately tolerable.

With her big, amber eyes, she meowed at him, demanding as she was as a human in bed. “Come, kitten,” he murmured. “We’ll have a little cat nap till you feel better.”

“Say I’m more than a project,” Sirius dared, taking him aback. “Say I’m more than a distraction. I’ve nothing to offer you at the moment.”

A gasping, wheezing sob tore through her and loud, painful crying followed at once. Her eyes were burning, blinded by salty tears. Her lungs felt like they were collapsing; there wasn’t enough air in the world to take her from one moment to the next. She’d die, weeping over tea, with no one but her daughter to mourn her. Ted Tonks would look down at her, hungrily waiting for that last rattling breath, when her spirit finally left this world.

At least Andromeda didn’t slap him on a daily basis. 

The mountainside cave is high off the ground. Piles of rat bones decorate the crevices, shrines to Sirius’s enduring love for his godson.

So he pretends she’s holding his hand and stroking his hair. He drifts away to a favorite daydream of the two of them, lying in her bed, and he kisses her, assuring her of his love. She can return the sentiment, because he’s healthy and whole, and the nightmare of the encampment is a distant memory, or a figment of his imagination. 

A vision of his father holding his newborn son crossed Teddy’s mind, with the same words whispered into his ears: “You are my life, my joy, my son.”

anyone can do this! join in on the self appreciation fun :)

[kshira]

Hello, would it be okay to request what Mikey, Sanzu, and Rindou are like in the 'afterglow' after making love to the reader?

SEX ❁ AFTERGLOW

ft. mikey, sanzu, rindou

tw. fem!reader, praise, cursing, super soft sex, dirty talk, f!oral, cockwarming(?) super fluffy but super smutty, softy dom!w/sub reader!

an. i loved this idea, i’m just a sucker for fluffy smut, hope you like my love! <3

❁ MIKEY

the sounds of his breathing are sporadic, eyes screwed shut as mikey cages you in, he’s leaning on his elbows pumping his cock at a lazy pace. he’s so close, tipping over on a incredible high, hips stuttering when you cry out his name as you gush around him. a sharp breath sucks through his lungs and mikey is spilling his seed, gasping out “f-fuck, god you’re such a fuckin’ good girl.” mikey flutters his eyes open through the aftershock of his cock expelling the reminiscence of his cum. he presses his forehead against yours, left heaving for some oxygen as he feels your soft touch wrap around him. “i’m here baby, just wanna stay here for awhile” he smiles, looking into your eyes. mikey wonders what life was before he met you, how he sulked through the darkness for so long. “i love you” he whispers, and the words bouncing from your lips make his heart pound faster. he doesn’t know what life was before but now, it shines so brightly.

❁ SANZU

“god you’re so messy” sanzu groans, gripping your thighs feeling his nails eat at the flesh, a whimper recites back to him furthering his tongue deeper in your pussy. he’s flickers his eyes up to you, sticking his tongue out “look how much cum is on my tongue from you” he smirks when your eyes knock white collapsing your head into the pillows. sanzu jerks his hand from pumping his cock to shove them in your hole, curling the digits till stars dance in your vision. “yeah that’s right princess, gimmie another” sanzu wipes the slick dripping from his chin just enough to shove his face harder in your cunt, fingers finding gratitude in his hair as you let go, just like he asked giving you another toe curling orgasm to color his pretty pink tongue. sanzu rises from your cunt, leaving wet open mouth kisses along the way. he hesitates a moment, looking over your body—he feels his heart sting. you always had that effect on him, pulling his strings just the right way “i’m in love with you” he looks at you, “i just love you so fucking much” the words roll from his lips without a second thought. pussy drunk could be behind his faultless words or—he’s just so helplessly in love with you.

❁ RINDOU

“keep bouncin’ like that and i’m gonna cum so deep in that fuckin’ pussy” rindou warns, your hips keep moving if not in a quicker pace, tits pushed against his face, your nipple dipped in his mouth. rindou throws his head back against the wall and he’s whining at his cock pulsating in your walls “fuck” he utters, whimpering as his seed paints your walls, cum slathering his thighs. you rise up from his lap only for rindou to pull you back down, “no stay” he pleads, nuzzling his face into your neck, “don’t want you to go.” rindou feels so vulnerable right now, cheeks flushed with warmest pinks, hair scattering his vision. he hates how easily he crumbles after he cums, needing to hold on to you, making sure you don’t leave, ever. “you’re mine” he reminds you, rubbing his nose against the skin and huffing “my pretty girl and all mine.” rindou grimaces at himself for acting like this, embarrassed how much he craves you over and over but he is reminded that’s what it’s like, to love another person.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 1,623 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: sexuality, mentions and descriptions of childhood trauma and physical abuse, domestic abuse Summary: On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N. Requested by: anon! thanks for this cute request, dearheart! I hope you love it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’re ya doin’?”

Daryl’s voice came from right behind you and was followed shortly after by his hands on your hips, so light they were almost floating over your curves.

“What’s it look like?” you asked, your hand still on the pull of the nearest cabinet. “Checking for any overlooked supplies.”

Daryl’s body pressed into yours and you were caught between him and the counter. You couldn’t help but smile and bite your bottom lip. “Can ya… maybe do that later?” he drawled. You felt his fingertips pressing into your hips more tightly and he leaned into you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You laughed, reeling with tingles and goosebumps at his touch, your face flushing pink at this still new intimacy. “I suppose I can,” you said. You turned to face him and his expression was soft but needy. Another bloom of heat started in your chest and grew outwards. His hands drifted from your hips up to the curve of your waist and back down.

“Good.”

You licked your lips and then looped your arms around his neck. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Get me out here to ‘search for supplies’. Alone. No one else around. Total privacy.”

One corner of his mouth flicked upwards and he shrugged, his fingers tapping lightly on your hips. “Maybe.” You thought his ears and cheeks till turned a little red and you slipped your fingers into his hair. “Don’t ya think it’s about damn time we had some fuckin’ privacy?” He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You let out a surprised gasp and then laughed gaily.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, loving the desirous look in his bright blue eyes. “Mhmmm. I can be as loud as I want,” you whispered with a smile.

He let out a sigh that had the edge of a growl to it and his hands drifted down from your hips, over your thighs to your knees and then back up, pressing against the denim of your jeans. He stepped in more closely to you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you that you had no control over. You pulled him in against you more tightly, scooting right to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing against the inside of your legs.

Daryl pulled back just long enough to study your face and brush your hair out of your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, insistent and fiery.

You were sinking into him, getting lost in his touch, biting his bottom lip because you knew it drove him crazy, when a sudden crack of thunder and flash of white-hot lightning burned at the edges of the covered windows. You jumped and then froze still as stone. Daryl felt your body go rigid beneath his hands.

He pulled back, his arms wrapping lightly around your lower back. You had a wide-eyed, stunned look on your face. “S’just a storm. S’alright,” he drawled.

But his words seemed to have almost no effect on you. You certainly didn’t look relieved.

“Y/N. Hey. Ya alright?”

You blinked a few times like you were trying to clear something out of your head. Your chest was heaving with anxious breaths, your heart whirring in your chest and making you feel a little light-headed.

Daryl clasped your face gently in one hand. “Y/N.” You finally met his eyes and felt some sense of relief at the weight of him against you. It was grounding when you were worried about plummeting into that dark abyss, standing on a precipice barely wide enough for your feet.

Another growling roll of thunder and a loud crack, magnesium white lightning finding its way in around the curtains. Daryl felt you start shaking beneath his hands and his brow furrowed more deeply. “Hey. S’goin’ on?”

You gulped at the constriction in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut. I’m okay. I’m okay. Just bad memories. I’m okay. A flashback was looming over you, ready to consume you at any moment. But suddenly Daryl had lifted you into his arms and you clutched onto him tightly. His brow was wrinkled with concern and without a word he carried you to the makeshift bed the two of you had laid out on the floor in the other room, layers of blankets and bedding. He set you down gently and your fingers stayed clutching onto his vest, holding on to keep yourself rooted in the here and now.

His hands didn’t leave you, and you were grateful for that. You met his blue eyes as he smoothed your hair. You felt tears welling up, blurring your vision and you drew in a shaky breath before collapsing against his chest, breathing in his smell, feeling his warmth. His hands smoothed up and down your back gently.

“S’alright,” he murmured, and you could hear it echoing in his chest. After some time of just holding you, he finally spoke again. “I remember—when we were on the road—the storm… ya were,” he shook his head vaguely, “but I thought it was just ‘cause it was so bad and all we had was a damn barn to keep us outta it. But it’s more than that, hmm?”

You straightened up and he was studying your expression, waiting patiently in case you wanted to speak. You had to steel yourself to drag it up. You’d always done your best to keep it buried, carrying a shovel around slung over your shoulder in case you needed it at a moment’s notice. But this was Daryl. And you could tell him. And maybe if you spoke it, it would lessen the burden.

You smoothed a hand down his chest and blinked away the tears stinging your eyes. “I was afraid of storms when I was a kid. My stepdad—he—he said I was too old to be afraid of them and that it wasn’t right for me to come running for my mom in the middle of the night.” You wet your lips and cleared your throat, fighting the tightness that was threatening to strangle your voice. Another roll of thunder sounded outside and you flinched. Daryl’s hand smoothed up and down your back. “Whenever it stormed, I tried to stay in bed—I really did but I just—I would panic. My stepdad would be furious when I ran into their room, waking them up… I just wanted to be with my mom. But he—he said I needed to ‘get over it’ and ‘face my fears’.” You had to stop for a moment and triy to slow your breathing and bounding heart. You’d never told anyone, except a therapist, what you were about to tell him. “We had a shed in the backyard, and when it stormed, when I came running for my mom, he’d discipline me.” A tear escaped your eyes and you hastily wiped it away. “And then he’d drag me into the backyard and throw me in the shed. He locked me in there until it was over. Just—in the dark with the lightning and—the whole time I always thought the shed was going to come down around me.” You sniffled and wiped away a few more tears that had leaked out. The sound of rain was no steady on the roof.

“Yer mom didn’t—”

“She couldn’t,” you interrupted him, shaking your head sadly. “He had total control over her. Beat her black and blue sometimes. She wasn’t in a place to do anything for me…”

Thunder cracked again outside and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. Daryl moved closer to you and you sat down in front of him and leaned back so you could feel the expansion of his lungs, his body against yours. He draped his arms around you.

“How old were ya?” he asked quietly. You found his deep voice, the rough grit to it, soothing.

“Seven. When it started.”

Daryl was silent for a long time, struggling with some of his own memories that your story was bringing to the surface, but he finally heaved a heavy sigh and his fingertips trailed up your bare arms lightly. “Ya shoulda never had to go through that. ‘M sorry.”

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder and smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault. But thank you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned back against him more heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tight. The two of you waited out the storm that way. You didn’t know how long it took, but being in his arms seemed to speed it past.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” you said at length.

Daryl’s heart ached and he tangled his fingers into your hair, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thanks fer trustin’ me.”

You hadn’t been officially together with him for long, but you had already fallen hard. He was your escape. “I trust you with my whole heart, Daryl.”

Daryl felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Not sure I deserve that.”

You turned and clasped his face gently, a sad look on your face. “You do. That, and a lot more.” You pressed your lips to his and melted into each other, passing the night wrapped in the feeling of realizing that you’ve found home in another person.

[fluffyydumplings]

The House And Its Pillar

Pairings: lord!namjoon x commoner!reader

Genre: historical!fiction / angst / poetry / short!fic /

Summary: It was between love and life.. You have to choose! (Warning: either will make you crumble)

Warnings: death / angst / a hint of fluff / talks of treason / talks on difficulties that come with poverty

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Poetic Pain.. This is what I like to call it - @jayhopely ;) Wrote this on a whim! Namjoon short fic, go! go! go! - don’t bash me for getting historical shit wrong - I tried my best with research and the knowledge I already had

In a world strip off of glory and dusted in grim, she sits there a flower slowly crumbling away as the pillars of her house did.. For someone as fragile as she was, you would expect tears to brim from every intersection of her eyes.. Enough to fill up a well and perhaps enough to drown out the world that bows beneath the feet of those with gold shoved up their throats.. A world where those with sticks hanging out of their necks are ignored, outcasted and belittled..

‘Agashi (miss/young lady).. Do you need help?’ she continued sitting there, unwilling to move.

He wanted something from her, she could tell.. It was either to kiss his fingers or to plough his land.. In a world like this, people like him are everywhere..

‘Agashi.. Are you okay?’

She was more than okay, she didn’t need his help.. She wanted to scream at him.. Scream for him to go away. That his definition of help was her demise.. But what can a person like her do? She wields no power, nor wealth.. Fastened in her hair was nothing but a simple binyeo (hair clip worn often in the past, usually to indicate that a woman is married) made out of wood..

The headdress you wore defined you - it was the living breathing indication of your rank, status and wealth - the more extravagant, the bigger and bolder the headdress.. the greater you are..

Her stomach shrunken from days of food shortage, her eyes void of sleep, and her face crestfallen as the land was.. There hadn’t been rain in weeks, no crops to blossom and no water to quench her undying thirst.. She would cry and let her knees bleed till red marred the soil beneath her, shouting at the sky and blaming whoever and whatever for her misery.. But this fate that has befallen her isn’t only hers to make tears of.. (her late husband cried much much more) A famine and a drought that came hand in hand..

‘Agashi.. Do you need my help? I have brought nourishment with me..’

She cackles.. She cackles.. She cackles so hard her lungs feel like bursting..

Nourishment? Help? She cackles.. She cackles.. The bastard king doesn't even care about the people.. Who is he to care? An eighteenth-century philanthropist? A bored nobleman that has too many grains of rice in his storage room that he can’t help but taunt the living dead with? Living dead - that’s what she is.. She lives only because she hasn’t starved to death yet, she lives only because false hope lines the steps of her damned home.. Or should a place that threatens to collapse on her and brings nothing but doom be called a house?

‘Agashi..’

‘Please leave..’

She was sure he’d slice at her neck right then and there, a permanent tear on her skin - decades and decades required to bring it to a fade.. What a shame, she can’t even fill that tear with gold.. All she has is dirt.. The healed and faded tear, a reminder that he will find her once again.. And when he does, that heedless tongue of hers will be his..

‘Agashi, you look like you need help..’

She cackles.. and cackles.. The man before her - she found hilarious.. His help? She could swear over her life and the tiny plot of land she owned, that his help was not needed. She was ready to crawl on all fours and start screaming, crying, laughing - like a crazy wench possessed by a demon of some sort. She’d rather die now than get help from a man like him.

‘Agashi..’

‘Please go.. Nari (Sir / my lord / your honour - a term used by people of the lower class to refer to those in the upper class), I do not require help.’

‘Agashi..’

In a world where his presence can either bring about chaos or joy, he stands there so close to falling apart.. He’s touched mud before, he’s nearly drowned before.. But that does not change the fact that he grew up with plates made out of jade and never went a day going hungry..

‘Please..’ one look, and that’s all it takes for him to back away and give up..

That day, he hoped to anyone and everyone that he would never see her again.. Because the day he sees her again is the day she’ll lay on the surface of a field somewhere - no longer breathing - waiting for vultures to peck at her.. He does not know of her story, her pain or her betrayals.. He never will... But, he wishes her luck..

That day, he leaves without a fight..

‘You,’ the next time he runs into her again, her dirtied robes are replaced with lace and her hair is tied up all prettily - swept to the side..

In his head, she is smiling.. In reality, she is scowling..

‘Why are you here?’

‘Revenge.’

‘Revenge?’

‘I am here for the king, Nari..’

‘He’s not worthy of that title.. The people deserve better. I am here for them.’

‘And why do you tell me this, agashi?’

‘I have overhead you and your father conversing over at the lake..’

She drops down onto her knees..

‘Please forgive me for eavesdropping in on your conversation, Nari.. I know of how I do not deserve forgiveness.. However, both you and me.. Nari.. We want the same for our country. So, please reconsider punishing me for being ruthless and lacking of courtesy..’

‘Get up..’ his voice - demanding..

She reaches for the hand she rejected years ago..

‘How can you trust me? How are you so sure that I am nothing but the king’s spare pair of eyes? I know you overheard me conversing with my father over at the lake, but how do you know I didn't mean to let you overhear?’

‘You’re a nice person,’ a sad smile grazes her lips, a look that is more foreign to him than the extravagance she is covered in.

‘That day.. Two years ago.. You left water, food and blankets at my door..’

‘Because of you, Nari.. That day, I felt warm.. Both my hands and my heart felt warm..’

‘The king’s a coward.. If you choose to help me, the fourth room of the fourth quarter - I will be there.’

She’s kissed the king, she’s laid with him.. She’s made her way through washing obscenity off of clothes to bathing in a bowl of flowers.. She’s made it far.. And the day she gets high up enough - he will be dead - his body displayed for everyone to see.. Perhaps, she’s doing him a favour.. After all, for once he will be seen - not heard - but seen..

‘Tomorrow, we strike,’ he kisses the side of her cheek, and she moves over to lay her head on his lap.

‘Once this is over, you owe me a bowl of gukbap (rice and soup),’ he chuckles, bending over to place a kiss on her forehead.

This was the day both him and her have been waiting for, ever since they could remember.

The grass was green and the sky was a murky shade of blue..

‘Meet me at the palace’s backdoor.. A carriage is waiting for us..’

What does it feel like to be stabbed in the heart - rivers, oceans, lakes, ponds and puddles of blood soaking through the pores of your once parched skin.. What does it feel like to realise that the last liquid you will ever bathe in is your own blood? What does it feel like to be a king whose death is his people’s triumph?

It has been four months ever since..

‘Y/N..’ his eyes - in them was pain, anger and fear..

‘Why?’ bleeding, he calls out to her.

It has been four months ever since she chose her over him..

Why?

‘Whyyyyyyyyyy?!!!!!’ his screams are trapped in the patches of grass around him - even as they wilt away as the white of winter hits them - his pain they would forever carry.

Why?

Because it felt nice to swim in gold.. They would never understand.. Of how all her life was spent drowning instead of swimming.. Of how she never felt safe, contented or satisfied - just lumps and lumps of anxiety, suspicion and uncertainty that clumped up in her throat.. Helpless, hopeless - she was every terrible adjective in existence and more..

‘Wh-’

The last of what his words were.. cut off.. The same way, without him.. She came crumbling down, the fragile wood she was made off and had disguised with bold red paint depleted to the ground.. Inside, she was proven to be hollow and way too delicate for her own good..

‘Your Majesty, is the gukbap not to your liking?’

‘No.. It’s delectable, Jin.. I don’t have much of an appetite, that’s all..’

‘I needed the warmth of this,’ she points at the dish that sits cold on a tray.

‘But it reminded me of someone I used to cherish dearly..,’ she is quick to add on, ‘His majesty is of course-’

‘Your highness, I might have my head on a platter for this.. But, no one is quite fond of- his majesty.. You have no need to pretend.’

‘It made me sad.. the thought of this person.’

She pauses for a second, the plots of hibiscus flowers that sit outside of her window, making her nothing but awful..

‘It made me sad that I thought betraying you would do me good.. Well, look at me now..’

I’m in pain - she wanted to add..

‘It’s what I want to say to this person...’ she fixes her hanbok, undoing the folds that have formed from sitting down, ‘Do you think he’s doing well, Jin?’

‘I hope he is..’ she flicks the dust off of her window sill..

That’s when she realises - that dust will always follow her around.. No matter where she goes or who she becomes..

[vivinightingale]

Hello Queen Of Games! Continuing the firefighter/cop spouse saga, how would the Yu-Gi-Oh boys react to said spouse getting injured in the line of duty?

Afshsk stoooop I am no such thing! Just a simple writer 💜 🥺👉👈

⚠️TW⚠️This fic contains mentions of abuse. They aren't detailed but I felt the need to warn.

Yugi

This man cherishs you, but he also knows that your job isn't the safest. So he always tries to mentally prepare when you leave for work.

However, on the night of new years he got a call from Domino hospital. A party on the outskirts of town.

It got too wild so they sent you in to quiet them down a but, however unknowing to you a known suspect of a recent robbery was there as well.

When he saw you come out of the police car his first instinct was to take you down before you could do the same to him.

By then end of the fight you were taken to the hospital to check your injuries. They called your husband to inform him, and let's just say Yugi has never ran so fast in his life.

By the time he got to you he was already in tears, peppering your face in kisses and checking for injuries.

When he was done he leaned his forehead on your and sighed "please be more careful...I don't know what I would do without you."

Yami/Atem

He doesn't know how, but he knew before the hospital was able to call him. In the pit of his stomach he could feel something was wrong.

So as quick as he could he called your phone, and turns out he was right. You were on the hunt for man who constantly laid hand on his wife.

When corned him in an alley, like the animal he is he lunged at you throwing punches in the process.

He manged a few good hits, and even broke your nose so you went to the hospital.

Though Atem didn't get to know that because before you mentioned going to the hospital he was already in the car on his way to you.

As soon as he got there he was immediately at your side kissing every bruised and scratch while asking the gods for that man's punishment.

When finished he took your face into his hand and softly kissed you "its okay my queen...I'm here."

Joey

It was during duel that he got the call. At first he didn't recognize the hospital number till he saw the name.

He could feel his heart rate slow as he heard the nurse tell him what happened. There was a fire in old factory some kids thought I was a good idea to start a fire in one.

The fire was strong and unforgiving, but without a second thought you went into the fire twice to save those kids from their own stupidity.

Luckily the kids weren't harmed, but the second time you went in some of the building collapsed making it harder to escape. You climb and jumped over what you could, but it left you with a couple injuries.

Joey was quick to leave the duel and right to your side. Much like Yugi he was already in tears by the time he reached you. Though he tried to pull it off

He rambled to you through kisses on how much he loves you ,and doesn't want to part from you.

By the time it reached midnight joey tired himself out and was sleep in the chair next to your bed. You knew you made the right choice in marrying him.

Tristan

Man he thought marrying for you was the most nerve wrecki mng adventure with you, but he was sadly mistaken when he got a call from the fire station.

A terrible fire started at one of the many Kiba lands, one of the animations short circuited causing sparks to fly, and fires to start.

You were one the few to go in and save as many civilians as you could. When you bringing out what your thought was the last person out some rock fell on to your mask breaking it.

When you got outside you were ready to help put out the fire till you heard the cry of a little kid. Not able to leave him you rush back in no mask. You and the boy made it out safely but you collapsed when you got to safe due to lack of air.

Tristan was quick to jump on his bike and head to the hospital to see you. Praying to whoever was listening that you were okay.

You were still asleep when he got there, but the doctors informed him that you were okay and just needed rest. So stayed by yourself all night. Ready to show you how proud and scared he was.

Duke

When I say this became a simp for you I meant. It was very rare for him to not text you back, and vice versa.

So when he didn't hear from you for awhile he got really worried, and that only intensified when he got a call from the station.

There was a robbery at the bank in town, and one of the robers was a little trigger happy. When you tried talked to the over the car speaker the trigger happy on shot at you hitting you square in the shoulder.

The man looked terrified of what he done as he dropped his gun and raised his hands in surrender. Everyone was arrested without further conflict but you were take to the hospital.

That man dropped everything he was doing to be at your side. At first he wasn't allowed to see due to surgery, but when he was he rushed to you cupping your face to make sure you were still there.

When you opened your eyes he began to cry "God's I thought I would lose you." He kissed you deeply trying to convey his emotions through said kiss

"Please...be more careful..."

Seto

Seto didn't have to wait for a call, you were called to one of his game stores because a customer was threatening an employee for some better cards.

It caused such a ruckus that Seto himself came down the same time you did. You entered first and immediately was attacked by the customer.

Thanks to your training you were able to take them down the ease, but not with out a busted lip and a black eye from the surprise attack.

As the assailant was taken away seto was immediately at your side checking your wounds.

"I'll make sure they pay the full price of the injury." He mumbled before taking out his phone to call his personal doctor.

True to his work the assailant payed with not only money, but their times as well.

Bakura

Since he married you knew there were gonna be close calls, but he didn't he was never prepared for the call to tell him that.

You were called to a house that got caught on fire due to a cooking mistake. As you were helping the last family member out the house the floor belowed you collapsed.

You fell into the basement with a loud thud and passed out. You don't know what happened from there, but when you woke Your husband Bakura was standing over you crying.

When he noticed you were awake he quickly gathered you in his arms and sobbed. All you could was embrace him back even if it hurt a bit.

"I'm so proud of you" he sniffed as he petted your hair "but please...be careful I don't know what I would do with you."

Yami Bakura

He tends on to worry about you given you training, but when you called him about what happened he felt that old familiar feeling of worry.

You were tracking a sexual assault assailant who has been getting away for too long. Unfortunately for you he wasn't working alone.

He baited you to an old house where him and his friend attacked your from the dark. The broke your arm in the process, but you were able to use your tazer to keep them docile till backup showed up.

Yami Bakura took longer then others to show up, but that's because he had to show whoever dared to lay there hands on you what fear is.

He isn't one for mushy actions but he took you in his arms and kissed you with a rare gentleness.

"Be careful next time little cop. I don't need another thing taken from me."

There often were times where he regretted leaving your side to travel. He knew you job was dangerous, but he had a hard staying in one place.

While traveling the coast of France he got a call from the hospital about your injury.

While helping civilians out of a growing gas fire you were struck by the building rubble trapping you inside. While your colleagues were able to get you out you were unconscious with a broken leg.

Marik dropped everything he was doing and headed home right away. It took him a few days, and by the time he got there you were already awake and recovering.

But none of that mattered, he was here now, and he was gonna show you how worried he was through careful touches and soft kisses

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you love, but I will be here for your recovery no matter how long it takes."

Yami Marik

There was phone call, there was no hospital, and there was no backup. It was just Yami Marik. Remember when I said he knew you were his??

Well he takes that seriously, and things that are his he takes REALLY good care of. So when some lowlife who decided target you on patrol he was quick to step in.

Before the man could even raise his gun Yami Marik was challenging him to a shadow game.

Naturally we won, and the spirits fed a very pathetic meal. You gawked at him as he slowly approached the smirk ever present on his face.

"Next time my precious one" he started as he leaned into the car and lifted your chin up to face him "be more vigilant. "

[a-mended-pact]

Let the Right One In

A/N: So this is for @boldlyvoid 's challenge. I had so much fun writing this. Even though I'm still super anxious about posting my stories. It's been a pleasure and an honor getting to know you Em. Congratulations on reaching 2k! 🖤

Warning: Mentions of insecurities. Maeve Donovan. Faking a death.

Word count: 2,082

It was midday when I heard knocking on the front door. I was half tempted not to answer. Spencer was away on a case and neither him nor I were expecting anyone. Anyone that would come over at all was away on the case with him or states over. So who could be coming over unannounced? I clumsily headed towards the door. My fuzzy socks are making it difficult to stay balanced on the hardwood floor. A knock came again. It was gentler this time. 

I looked through the peephole and saw a small woman looking around nervously leaning from foot to foot. “Who is it?” I wondered if I could at least get a name. 

“I’m here to see Doctor Spencer Reid. I got his address from Aaron Hotchner.”

  My face blanched at the sound of Hotch’s name. It had been quite some time since anyone had mentioned him. After he went into protective custody with Jack even though the reaper was dead he still chose to stay away. Contact with him was rare and slim. I quickly opened the door and watched her jump back slightly. 

“Who are you?” she asked. She looked around the same age as him. She is actually quite beautiful. I wonder how Spencer knows her? 

“ I’m Y/n Reid.” She tilted her head to the side as she studied me.

 “I didn’t realize Spencer had a sister.” She finally met my gaze and smiled.

 “Is he here or do I need to come back at another time?” A small laugh escaped me 

“No, I am not his sister. I am his wife.” I crossed my arms over my chest and locked my foot in place behind the door keeping it only slightly ajar not letting her see into our home. 

Her face shifted to one of slight surprise. “Oh well I better just go then.” She went to turn away. When a thought crossed my mind.

 “Wait, I can call him if you’d like and let him know you are looking for him. What’s your name?” I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not to even call him but i had already offered and i am already in far too deep to turn back now. 

She stopped not turning to face me again. “My name is Maeve. Maeve Donovan.” 

Maeve. Why did I know that name? Why is my brain going off with alarm bells? But why do I know that name? I watched as she vanished from the hallway down the flight of stairs never turning back around to look at me. 

I slammed the door shut as I racked my brain on if I should mention this to Spencer at all. Especially while he is away on a case. Maybe I should wait until he gets home. He should be home later tonight. At least if the weather was alright over in New Hampshire. He had left me a message earlier this morning to let me know the case was solved and it had started snowing there but their flight wouldn’t be ready till a little later. 

He should be home in about an hour now. I will wait. I’ll definitely wait.

 

~

When Spencer walked through the door he looked sluggish and about ready to just collapse. The exhaustion clearly got to him from not getting enough sleep while he was away. He took off his satchel and his suit jacket. He began undoing his tie as he walked his way into our bedroom. Not even making eye contact with me. 

He came back out moments later in nothing but his flannel sweatpants. “Sorry I know I should have said hello to you. I just felt like I was suffocating in my clothes today.” As he spoke he made his way to the couch where I sat at one end.

 Once he sat down he leaned down and put his head in my lap. I gently started running my fingers through his hair while scratching his head. 

“That feels really nice.” His voice was soft and he let out a quiet sigh as he relaxed into the couch and my lap.

 If I wasn’t petting his head I was gently caressing his back with my fingertips. I know I needed to tell him. I was just so nervous. I knew somewhere deep down this would be stressful to him. The day already has worn him out so completely. It was like he needed my touch to recharge himself. I began biting my lip as my hand stopped on his lower back. 

“Hey, Spence, A woman came by to see you today. She said she got your address from Aaron.” He made a humming noise to let me know that he heard me. “Her name was Maeve Donovan.” I felt his back muscles tense at the sound of her name. He sat up immediately. 

“Wh- what did you say?” He looked at me as if I had just grown an extra head or as if I had just spoken another language.  “Mae-” He cut me off. “No, I heard what you said. I don’t need you to repeat yourself. It’s not possible she was at the door. She is dead. She’s been dead for years.” 

He pushed himself up off the couch, the muscles in his arms flexing more than usual. He was more tense than I have seen him in a long time. The last time I saw him this upset or stressed was when he first came back from prison. We were just dating back then.

“I am going to go call Hotch.” he moved quickly to grab his phone when he finally reached it. It began to ring. He looked at it for a couple of seconds before he answered.

“Hello?” His eyes widened slightly. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tears brimmed his eyes. 

“M-m-maeve?” He leaned himself back against the wall. His breathing became irregular as he slid himself down the cold panel. At the same time I saw a couple of tears leave his eyes.

I sucked in a breath and sighed. Was this going to be the end of us? Now that all the stories Spencer told me of her came back once he said that she was dead.

She was his first love after all. It would only make sense right?

====Spencer’s Pov=====

My vision was blurred beyond recognition. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the sound of her voice drifted in and out. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. I watched her die. I saw her. She was pronounced dead at the scene. I mourned her. It’s been years. Nearly a decade.

“Spencer? Can you hear me?” I felt my tears stream down my face, nodding as if she could see me. 

“Yeah, Yeah I can hear you.” My voice cracked as I answered her. 

“Just like old times huh? It’s so nice to hear your voice. I’ve missed you.” My breath hitched at her words. 

I felt my heart hammer in my chest. I glanced up to see if I could find my wife. She was watching me with concern but otherwise she hadn’t moved not yet. All the guards Y/n had torn down throughout the years started building themselves up higher and higher. 

"H-how are you alive? I watched you die." The horrible memories of that fatal day still haunted me. What am I supposed to do now?

Do I still have feelings for her? Is it wrong if I do? I don't know how to handle this. What should I do?

"That's why I came to see you earlier.  It was an idea that I came up with at the last minute.  So I faked my death." Her voice was calmer than my breathing.  I felt the walls Barricading around me to keep me safe. I was suffocating.

I wasn't sure I had heard her right. I could feel my ears ringing as the blood in me ran cold.

"You faked your death and made me believe for a decade that the first person I ever loved died a brutal death because you wanted a new life?" My tone was harsher than I anticipated.

I felt my wife's hands run through my hair in a comforting manner as she lowered herself to the floor with me.

I glanced at Y/n as tears streamed down my face. The memories of Maeve and my feelings for her wreaking havoc on my heart.

"Darling, I think you should hang up. For now anyway." She whispered it as her hand lowered to the back of my neck giving me a gentle message. 

My back stiffened. I was so caught up in my own nightmare I hadn't realized that this is probably a living one for her.

"Spencer. I can expla-" I cut off the call before she could even finish her sentence.  Y/n was right.

"You have a lot you need to process and I'm sure you didn't want to say anything you would regret. I'm sorry if I've overstepped." She looked a little nervous as if I was gonna snap at her the way I had Maeve 

I gently grabbed the hand that was touching me and brought it up to my lips placing a kiss on it.

"Nonsense. You are my wife. You were right. I should have hung up. I just. I don't know how to explain what I was feeling." I could feel my breathing begin to slow slightly as I tried to match her breathing to get mine back to normal.

It was like my world paused for a moment and began to spiral faster than I could catch my balance. I felt air fill my lungs when I heard her voice but yet I was left gasping for oxygen. 

The very thought of Maeve brought back so many things I thought I had dealt with prior to now.  I leaned my head against my wife's shoulder as I just let the tears fall.

I felt awful having her comfort me over another woman. Yet I couldn't bring myself to completely care. She was the one offering me comfort.  

She held me in her arms. Whispering to me that things will be okay. That we'd figure things out.

I truly didn't deserve her. She loves me so unconditionally it's unnerving. That's when my phone went off again.

It was the same number Maeve had called me from.

I glanced at my wife. Who just watched me. That's when I fully knew and decided something that had been bothering me for over the past hour or so.

I let my phone continue to ring as I cupped her face. 

"You...you make me feel special and good and all these things that I still don't have the words for yet— good things… things I never thought I deserved to feel.” I pulled her in closer letting our lips caress one another.

"I love you Spencer.  You don't need to say all of this right now. I know you are still-" She tilted her head to the side as if she were trying to figure me out.  "Cluttered and that's okay."

I kissed her harder than I've ever kissed anyone before.

"I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you”

I have no real idea on if she needed this reassurance all I knew is that I did. I wanted her to know out loud what she meant to me. I couldn't imagine a better partner. A better lover or a better best friend than her.

 I wasn't going to have her doubt everything about us. Not for anything.

I stayed close to her as my phone kept repeatedly going off until eventually it stopped. I was still figuring things out. 

Knowing that Maeve was alive before I met Y/n would have changed my life completely but now? I didn't want anything to change.  For once I was happy. I had someone in my life who put me first. Who cared about me. Who wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings as long as it kept me safe. She loved me for me and all the mess in between who I have yet to become.

She saw me for me. I wasn't Doctor Spencer Reid.  I wasn't a federal agent or a professor to her. I was just Spencer.  The man for some ungodly reason she chose to love. 

[soft-boi-eli]

Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

protect the protectors

please have some jase being worried sick about his heroes

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“How bad was it?” Jason winces, staring at the mess they’re now standing in. Concrete and small sputtering flames and bits of… clothes? lay in ruins around them. The result of a fight, a battle, gone wrong. He doesn’t have the full details. Not yet anyway. It’s only a matter of time before he’s in the infirmary though, attaching himself to two different hands and waiting anxiously for the owners to rouse.

“It was bad,” Frank winces, “Pretty bad.”

“Well did they manage to defeat the bastards?”

“I don’t know,” His friend shrugs looking around at the ruined buildings. Jason could see the calculations running in the praetor's mind: how long it’d take to fix this, how to prevent it from happening again, what are the consequences for this happening. “I got here after most of the damage was done. Percy was already racing towards the rivers and Leo was so hot none of us could go near him.”

The Son of Jupiter curses, filthy frustrated words spilling over his tongue. He left them alone for one afternoon and suddenly it was invitation for monsters to attack. In the middle of fucking New Rome. Where they’re supposed to be protected, and free to do whatever they want.

“Anyone else get injured?”

Frank shakes his head, “Hazel managed to get everyone out before things got bad.”

Jason feels every bit of anxious pain collapsing his insides. The fact that he wasn't here, the fact that they got injured in the first place. That they weren’t safe.

“You should go to them,” His friend nudges his shoulder, before pulling them together. He is tall but Frank is taller, and larger. He feels encompassed. With a deep breath, dust from the destruction and jasmine from whatever soap Frank uses, he thanks the Son of Mars and takes off for the infirmary.

It’s quiet today, with camp activities being less dangerous than usual due to winter term— less kids to nearly kill, less chance of doing activities that could kill— so he spots them straight away, lying next to each other, chatting quietly. Percy has a small smile on his face, lip tugging up in that way that says he’s just said something cheeky and he’s delighted with himself. Leo’s eyes are bright, struggling to contain the amusement he so clearly wants to burst with.

He takes a second to stare at them. Lets the pacing beast behind his ribcage settle back into slumber. If his happiness is dandelions dancing on ocean breezes, his anger is a feral tiger, injured and willing to strike anything and everything to keep him safe. He’s trying to suck back in the tears of relief that keep threatening to waterfall across his cheeks when they both turn to him.

Simultaneously their expressions brighten, relief and love flooding across their mouths, eyes, in the way their shoulders settle back into the bed.

“Jase!” Leo calls, already waving a hand to hurry him over.

“Hi,” He stumbles towards them in his haste. “How are you guys? Are you okay? Did you get badly hurt? Is there anything i can do to help? Do you need something? I can get more nectar or ambrosia? Percy you want mint tea? Leo apple juice? What about some—”

“JASE!” Percy stops him, laughter bubbling bubbling boiling over. “We’re okay, my beloved.”

They take his hands, squeezing three times. I love you.

“Just a little banged up.” Leo scrunches his nose playfully, “But look—” He pulls Jason’s fingers till they’re settling over his chest. “ —heart still beating—” moves his hand to his ribcage, takes a deep breath in, “ —lungs still working.” Percy is mirroring every movement with his other hand.

And the world sort of stops spinning in that moment. He can’t quite believe just an hour ago they were fighting monsters, and now he’s the one that needs calming down. And they know, gods they know they know they know, just how to reassure him.

“Some tea would be great though,” Percy giggles, eyes wide with feigning innocence.

“Coming right up, troublemaker,” Jason laughs, kissing his forehead, and then Leo’s. “Anything for the heroes.” He winks.

[necros-writing-stuff]

But what if PC did manage to save Bailey, Eden, and Whitney? (Maybe they found his gun/knife/etc or somethin) How would he feel waking up in the hospital to them sleeping in a chair nearby? I simp for these 3 and seeing them hurt, hurts me.

Writing angst hurts so bad man, I love when the LI hurts the PC, but when the LI gets hurt or others are added to the equation I want to cry.

Under cut for mentions of violence and length

Bailey

Was working hard all day, half asleep as they make some soup before bed. They take a quick toilet break, not being there to notice someone sneaking in and drugging it.

They're sat in their office, reviewing what they've been up to when you waltz in, pyjamas covering your body.

Let's you come sit in their lap while they finish up, knowing you'll want to stay in their bed due to nightmares you've been having.

They really shouldn't indulge you so much, but they can't really help it.

When your stomach rumbles they let you taste the soup, only for you to spit it straight out.

"That's drugged. Someone tried to give me that when I worked at the stripclub, Bailey, I promise," you turn to them, alert and panicked but they can only smile a little, the haze settling in properly.

Cursing, you run to their bedroom, pulling the handgun out from under the pillow and sitting back in their lap, grabbing for their phone and asking them to unlock it.

Constantly checking their temperature and lucidity as you do so.

It takes a little, but you manage to get it open and go straight to a contact you'd heard them speaking to regularly, asking them to send someone over to guard them and that there was a possibility people might try to break in.

The next morning, Bailey finds you still awake, sat next to their bed with the gun in hand, eyes trained on the door until their shuffling draws you eyes. Looking over Baikey is a private doctor they trust.

"Oh thank fuck, you okay?" You sit next to them, placing the gun down and grasping their cheeks, much to the annoyance of the Doc, who steps back a little.

Confused they'll ask what happened, immediately getting angry and jumping out of bed despite both of you telling them to lay down.

You'll have to convince them to slow down as they spends the rest of the day ordering their people to start asking questions, but ultimately they just let you follow them around worrying all day.

Needs to be working immediately because they don't want to show weakness.

Starts painting the windows shut in the orphanage so it's harder for people to sneak in.

Never ever leaves their food alone again.

Is very impressed you managed to remember the name of the person who works for them, thankful that you were so quick thinking.

Theres no telling who could have drugged them, hospital staff, police, Quinn. Good job on sticking to the inner circle.

When you come home the next day, you find a box on your bed. It's full of new, expensive clothes and you know it's from Bailey. A thank you for looking out for them.

Eden

Panic starts to encompass them as they fall to the ground, surrounded by hunters they'd threatened weeks ago.

Where were you, were you safe? They can hurt them, but not you.

Drifting out of consciousness a little as they hear a gunshot and a scream.

You stand at the door, Eden's forgotten rifle in hand after shooting one of the intruders in the foot. You shoot again, aiming for another when they start to scatter, not anticipating another person to be here, let alone armed.

You're silently thanking Eden for teaching you how to shoot, as you advance down the stairs, shooting into the trees hoping you hit another one of the fuckers you'd seen beating your spouse.

You can still hear them yelling as you run over to Eden's collapsed body, seeing them struggling to open their eyes.

You grab the water bottle they strap to their belt, dripping it over them and lightly slapping at their cheek, looking up and around every few seconds to check noone was sneaking up on you.

It takes a few minutes, but Eden starts being cohesive again, working with you as you get them up and bring them inside, locking the door behind you after ensuring you fetch anything that could be used as a weapon from outside.

You get the salve you made and start treating wounds, gently talking the entire time to remind Eden that it was you, they're safe, it's all okay.

Eden is just glad you aren't hurt, wrapping their arms around your waist and pressing their face into your chest, breathing in your scent.

So clingy for the next little while.

"I shouldn't have let my guard down, what if they'd been here to hurt you-"

"Eden for gods sake I'm alright, let me help you now okay? What if you have a concussion?"

Let's you fiddle with them to help calm you down. They feel fine, just come here.

Wants to cuddle, kissing you every so often.

"We should start building a perimeter tomorrow," they'll suggest, and you agree, eager to give them something that'll bring back their sense of control.

You can tell its hard for Eden, to have been beaten like that. You let them be more controlling for a little while so they can get their confidence back.

"And I'm proud of you. You can really shoot well," they'll mumble into your neck as they drift off, a little unsure of themselves. They aren't really sure how to praise others, how to show affection that isn't physical.

Makes you breakfast and gives you a massage the next day, a silent thank you for saving them.

Might also use their wood-carving skills to carve you a little figurine of you holding the rifle, letting you put it above the hearth to remember your brave moment.

Whitney

The good mood is interrupted, when the teens in tracksuits grab at you, separating you from Whitney and trying to subdue both of you.

You're not sure how many times you see Whitney get hit before you manage to rip your mouth free of whatever keeps it covered, drawing in a full breath as you scream "FIRE!" at the top of your lungs.

You'd read somewhere it was more affective than 'help' or 'rape', and sure enough, some adults run over to the alley and begin yelling at and chasing after the delinquents who run.

You fall to your knees and hold Whitney close as someone calls an ambulance, asking if anyone knows their parents so they can go tell them what happened. No one does, and you can't unlock their phone, so you just stay with them when the ambulance comes, trying to cover them with your body so people couldn't see how badly hurt they were.

With no way to contact the family, you're asked to accompany Whitney to the hospital, staying over night so the police can take a statement about what happened and so that Whit can have someone take them home the next day.

When they wake up, you're resting with your head on the hospital bed, right next to their hand, which they use to pet you till you wake up.

Whitney tries not to cry when you throw yourself over them and tell them how thankful you are that they're okay.

It's been a long time since anyones been so openly concerned. Since anyone has given a shit about how Whitney was doing. Most of the time people just wanted to be friends with them for the social perks.

Leans on you when they walk, limping along. This is after they've spent half an hour stumbling alone on their own, finally giving in and letting you hold them up.

At school, Whitney is a little quieter while they recover. River glances over to them in class, seeing them rest their head on the desk while you play with their hair. They're being quiet, and everyone can see the wounds, so they let you be.

Feels a little lost without you around for a bit, using you as a safety blanket. Walks home alone one night and end up flinching at every shadow.

Never actually says "Thank you." Just gets more and more kind, stops tieing you up on Mer Street, pulls you away from dogs trying to get at you, is slightly more gentle when you fuck.

Might get you a personalised lighter one day. Just in case noone believes you next time you need to yell fire.

[myownworstenemyyy]

Call and I'll Come Running

yes I just wrote this on my phone after seeing that promo what about it

tw: description of a panic attack, mention of The Shooting, brief bt mention

posted on ao3

Eddie tells the paramedics he's fine, that he doesn't need to go to the hospital. They don't look convinced, based on the persistent trembling of his hands, but they respect his wishes anyway.

It comes back to bite him in the ass the next day when Buck storms into his home, his body tense and his eyes tracking Eddie's every move. 

"Why didn't you at least call me, Eds?" he asks, gesticulating wildly. Eddie winces but refuses to meet his eye, "I didn't want to worry you over nothing. I'm fine, Buck. It was just a minor panic attac–wait, how do you even know about yesterday?" he looks up at his best friend in confusion.

"The paramedic that tended to you is a buddy of mine from the fire academy. He called me saying he thought he recognized you but didn't want to freak you out even more than you already were," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

But Eddie is even more confused, "How would he even know what I look like? I'd never met him till yesterday," he narrows his eyes when Buck drops his gaze to the floor.

"I-I may have shown him a photo or two of you, me, and Chris at that carnival last year," his cheeks flush and Eddie's heart swells with warmth at the shy look on his face. It's gone a moment later, though, as Buck shakes his head and makes his way over to Eddie's couch, saying, "But that's beside the point, Eddie. So, what–" he clears his throat, his voice much softer now that's settled down a bit "–what happened yesterday? What...triggered you?"

His brow furrows with concern and Eddie has to look away. He hates that look when it's aimed at him. "I was trying on a suit at this shop downtown when–" he releases a shaky sigh "–when a car backfired just outside the door and I...I froze. I felt the pain of a bullet piercing my shoulder–and I know it wasn't real. I knew it wasn't real but it felt real, just like that day."

His gaze slowly travels up to Buck's face but his best friend isn't watching him anymore. His expression is vacant, like his mind is faraway from this moment, reliving that day just as Eddie had yesterday.

Eddie continues, his voice growing quiet, "And I panicked. My lungs felt constricted and I couldn't breathe. My legs gave out and I just...collapsed onto the floor, right there in front of god and everybody." He swallows hard, trying to focus on being in the present and not letting his mind drift to the worst day of his life.

He jumps slightly when he feels Buck's hand covering his, their joined hands resting on Eddie's thigh. "Why didn't you call me?" Buck repeats his question from earlier, though much quieter this time around. It's almost like if their voices grow any louder, the glass bubble surrounding them in this vulnerable moment will shatter to pieces.

Eddie might just shatter with it.

"Because I–you've done so much for me already...for me and Christopher over these past few months, years even. And I knew you were spending your day off with…with Taylor," her name burns like acid on his tongue but he forces himself to carry on, his voice small, "I couldn't do that–disturb your plans–your life–more than I already have." He doesn't add that he was afraid if he called Buck he might hear Taylor in the background or, god forbid, interrupt a certain activity involving a bed and no clothes.

"Eddie, look at me. Please" Buck pleads, his hand tightening around Eddie's. And Eddie can't refuse him anything, can never bring himself to deny Buck anything he wants and everything he deserves. He meets Buck's eyes and his breath catches as the soft intensity he finds there.

"Eddie, you could never be a disturbance or-or a burden to my life, ever. You–and Chris–are two of the most important people in my life. I will never turn you down or be upset about you 'interrupting' whatever it is I'm doing. Honestly, I probably wouldn't even be doing something I enjoy, because I wouldn't be doing it with you and Chris," his eyes widen slightly, like he didn't mean to say that last part but Eddie decides to stay silent, not wanting to ruin whatever is happening right now between the two of them.

"My point is, you've been through so much, Eddie, and not just in this past year but in the past decade of your life. I know you struggle far more than you lead everyone else to believe. And maybe it satisfies everyone else's concern for you...but not mine," Buck looks away for a moment, swallowing hard before meeting Eddie's gaze once more, "I see right through that wall you put up to keep others out. I see you, Eddie." He pauses, his eyes desperately searching Eddie's, and Eddie couldn't hide from him if he tried. 

"I know I haven't been around as much since you returned to work, but I will always be here for you and Chris, no matter what. You call me and I'll come running. Because that's what we do, right? We have each other's backs and we lean on each other when life gets too heavy," the sincerity behind his words has Eddie's throat tightening with emotion. He nods, afraid if he tries to speak, his words will turn into wretched sobs.

Eddie screws his eyes shut, feeling them burn with unshed tears, but a single still manages to escape. Before it even reaches his jaw, a gentle thumb is swiping it away, a calloused hand softly cupping his cheek. Eddie opens his eyes and catches Buck looking at his lips just before his gaze snaps back up to meet Eddie's.

Buck starts to lean in and Eddie thinks he's about to kiss him, but instead he rests his forehead against Eddie's. And somehow this feels far more intimate than a brushing of lips.

"We're in this together, okay? Please don't ever doubt that," Buck whispers and Eddie considers asking what exactly he means by “this.” But he decides against it, and instead whispers just as quietly, "Never."

He's never doubted Buck's promises to always be here for them–for him. It's always been a matter of whether Eddie would let him.

But after today, he knows he's never wanted anything–anyone–in his life more than he does Buck.

[plaidconvers]

Sorrows on the Field- N.Romanoff

-Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: The universe despises happy endings.

Rating: NSFW (no sexual content)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: death, blood, descriptions of injuries, fighting, killing, sad!nat, zero fluff (meh a little) all angst. PLEASE tell me if I left something out I will fix it!

A/N: I'm so so sorry for the pain this causes. I could barely edit this so any mistakes are purely mine. Let me know and I'll fix them. I'd say enjoy but yk, sad.

Bullets whizzed past you as you made a run for the bunker doors.

“No one said it would be raining bullets.” Nat laughed at your grumbling.

“And no one said you would be grumbling like an old lady.” Nat laughed at your granny-like attitude.

“Just get in, get it, and get out. Go.” Tony’s voice rang over the comms as a blast shot somewhere close by.

You willed your legs to go faster as you approached the open door. You navigated the many turns till you reached the desired room.

“Bingo,” you muttered as you grabbed the flash drive from your pocket. Pulling up the correct starting point, you plugged in the flash drive and waited anxiously for it to download. The gunfire was getting louder and more frequent and the struggling grunts coming from the comms were not easing your anxiety.

You heard footsteps approaching and raised your katana in preparation. A tall, muscular man rushed into the room coming directly at you. Side-stepping him, you readied your katana for your first blow when someone swept your feet out from under you. You roll to avoid the swift kick that grazed your side, a grunt leaving your lips.

“Y/N you okay?” Nat’s voice drifts into your ear as you lifted yourself back onto your feet.

“Ya, just a slight setback.” You say breathlessly. Two against one. This should end well. You raise your katana ready to strike when out of the corner of your eye you see a third figure appear in the doorway. Before you could react a shot rang out. Pain shot through your right shoulder as you felt warm blood seep from the wound. A cry left your mouth at the shock of the pain. You charge the third figure, driving your blade through their chest. A surprised look forever etched onto their face.

“Who the fuck is next.” Pain is slowly taking over your body as you begin to fight the two men. You get a few good slashes and hits in before your weapon gets kicked out from your hand. Pain shoots through your side as cool metal cuts down your side.

“Son of a bitch!” you scream. Anger takes over your body as you find your katana in blinding rage and pain. You tap into something next to animalistic as you attack the two men in the room.

“Y/N?” Tony’s voice is laced with worry as he sees your stats drop.

No reply.

You’re splayed out on the floor next to the three men you just killed. Their blood mixing with a puddle of your own. You slowly get up and get the completed flash drive.

The worry in Tony’s voice spikes deep worry in Natasha. Worse case scenarios dancing in her mind.

“On my way to you, have Bruce ready please.” Your muscles ached as you willed yourself to jog out the way you came in. You were not going to die. Natasha would never forgive you if you left her.

“I swear to God Y/N if you get yourself killed out here I’M gonna hurt you!” Her tone may be joking, but there was pain and worry behind Nat’s words. She couldn’t- wouldn’t- lose you. 3 blissful years and she’d be damned if you left without her putting a ring on it first.

You arrived at the quinjet. You got halfway up before collapsing. Bruce rushed over and picked you up, setting you on the gurney.

“Jesus Y/N, what the hell happened?!” Bruce showed faux anger, but he was hiding the fear as he took in just how deep and long your gash was.

“Where else?” Worry. Bruce was brimming with worry but knew he was on comms. For the sake of Nat, he would put off the inevitable breakdown.

“What?”

“It’s never just one injury with you Y/N, where’s the other half of the pair.” Bruce was trying so hard to hold back the tears. He saw how exhausted and dull you looked. No units of blood on the jet and you were bleeding steadily and abundantly.

“My shoulder. Gunshot went through.” Little did you know it was also dislocated.

“Gunshot? Y/N what the hell happened back there?” Nat was nowhere near the quinjet, nor was she in the position to rush over to you. It killed her to not be next to you while you hurt. Your pained whines carried over the comms shoving daggers into the hearts of the other listening Avengers.

“Nat I promise I’m fine. Just hurts like hell.” You lied to Nat on many occasions to soften the worry running into her head. This though had to be the biggest one you’ve told. You were exhausted, sweaty, and sore. Not to mention the feeling of blood gushing down your side was making your stomach swim. You knew how bad off you were but you’d hold on for the sake of Nat.

Your beautiful Nat.

“Bruce, help, please.” Your eyes were desperate and pleading. You had too much you needed to do. Two days from now you were planning on proposing to Natasha. Bucky and Steve helped you pick out the most beautiful red ruby engagement ring. It sat in the chest pocket of your tactical gear.

You were going to marry Nat and you’d be damned if this killed you.

Bruce began to take off the top of your suit but your hands stopped him. He shot you a quizzical look. You brought up your hand to unzip one of the pockets and pulled out the box. A knowing look shot across Bruce’s face. Gripping the box to your side you nodded at Bruce to continue.

He wouldn’t let you die.

“Sweets, talk to me, what’s going on?” The silence was deafening as Nat waited for a reply. Noticing how drained you were, Bruce spoke up.

“You guys might want to head over to the jet. Y/N’s already got what we came for and she’s hurt badly.” A loose tear ran down his cheek, knowing the outcome he was actively prolonging.

“On my way.” That was all Nat said as she was sprinting in the direction of the jet.

Nat was the second to get to you, Bucky being the first. He’d never admit it, but you were his soft spot. Tears stained his face as he waited at Bruce’s side to help.

“Y/N? Baby?” Air pushed out of Nat’s lungs as she took you in. A deep gash ran down from the side of your ribs to your hip. Blood ran down your limp arm from your bullet wound in your shoulder. A puddle of blood was already gathering at Bruce’s feet as he and Bucky stuffed gauze and towels into your wounds to halt your bleeding.

“Natasha.” The tears finally fell on your face as she rushed to your side. Fear was evident on your features as you choked back sobs and cries of pain.

You had to be strong for her.

“I’m here Y/N I’m not going anywhere.” Nat was sobbing. The fear of losing you was all too real as she took in the amount of blood on you and the floor.

“Bruce?” A choked sob left your mouth as an unsaid question passed through the two of you. Realization hit Natasha like a bus. This was it. This was happening and she couldn’t stop it.

You couldn’t stop it.

“No. No no no no no no NO!” Nat’s screams carried over the comms as the others made their way to the jet. Wanda and Steve showed up next and were hit with the smell of iron. Tears brimmed in Wanda’s eyes as she felt your grief take over your body.

She wouldn’t tell anyone, but she felt everything that mission. All your love and all your sorrow.

“Nat, look at me please.” Your hand reached out and cupped Nat’s cheek as the box sat tightly in your other hand. You looked up at her with nothing but pure love and adoration sparkling in your irises.

“I have to tell you something now, I won’t have the opportunity ever again and I need the peace of mind.” Nat’s heart sank and sung at the same time as the words left your chapped lips.

God she loved you.

“Don’t talk like that. You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine. Bruce can fix you and We’ll be going on that fancy picnic you planned in a couple of days.” Tears silently fell down Nat’s cheeks as the gravity of the situation nestled her heart deeper into the pits of her stomach.

Never would she sit on the sandy beach and watch you sip wine straight from the bottle.

“Natasha,” Everyone that wasn’t in the jet could hear your soft voice grace their ears, but nothing was stopping you from confessing your want, no, your need to spend forever with Nat. Even if forever was 20 more minutes. “I have loved you the day I met you. I knew then and I know now that I will forever love you. I was going to wait till the picnic I planned to ask you, but timing is horrible and the universe despises happy endings.” Tears flowed freely now, no longer holding back. “So I ask you now with all the love in my body, will you marry me?”

You held out the velvety emerald green box out for her to open. Her shaky hand rose as she softly opened the lid. A watery gasp left her lips as she saw the perfectly cut ruby perched upon a gold band. She remembered how you asked her opinion on a pair of rings a few months back, claiming it to be a gift from Tony to Pepper. She gushed over the ruby one saying the cut needed to be changed but otherwise it was perfect.

A sad smile fell upon Natasha’s face at the memory of how you clung to her every word and critique on the ring.

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, but it was an answer nonetheless. A smile broke out upon your face but was interrupted by a painful cough. Worry flashed across Nat’s face, but a shake of your head brought it barley back at bay. You slipped the ring out of its box and onto Nat’s finger.

A perfect fit for your perfect lady.

Nat leaned down and pressed her soft lips to your chapped ones. It held the words of a thousand lives. Every unspoken thing between the two of you was shared in that one kiss.

Your body finally allowed itself to relax. Exhaustion took hold of your body and Wanda let out a cry. She felt how tired you were, how done your body was. Steve held her while she sobbed at the inevitable loss of her friend.

Natasha’s eyes met yours and the love that once danced in your irises was now replaced with sadness and guilt.

“I’m sorry” You choked out. New waves of sobs and tears racked your pained body sending you into a coughing fit. Bruce helped you sit up but immediately laid you back down as you screamed out in pain as it shot its way through your side.

Panting now, you fought for your eyelids to stay open and trained on Nat’s. You were terrified. Death never scared you, but leaving Natasha behind was so much worse. Your body gave in for a split second to rest your eyes but immediately shot open as you felt a heavy hand on your leg. It was Tony announcing silently that he and the rest of the team were there with you. A sigh of relief left your lips as your eyes darted in-between faces.

Everyone was here.

Your body gave into its exhaustion. The whole team was holding in tears as Nat stepped aside for the rest of the team to say their goodbyes.

They knew this was it and sadly, so did you.

It was finally back to Nat as she took one of the jet seats next to your side and laid her head on your stomach. A wince crossed your soft features but quickly disappeared.

“I love you.”

It was only for Nat to hear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she lifted her head to look at Wanda who only gave her one sad nod of her head before she ducked into Vision’s embrace sobbing.

“I love you forevermore.”

As if that was the okay your body and universe were looking for, your breathing stilled and you relaxed. Nat buried her face into your stomach as sobs racked her broken-hearted body. There were no dry eyes on the flight back to the compound.

No matter how many years passed, Nat never slipped that ring off. Not once.

Years later, when she’s old and wrinkly and had lived a full life, she would be buried with it in hopes of it getting replaced with a wedding band when she met with you once more. Because Natasha meant it when she said she loved you forevermore.

The universe may despise happy endings, but the afterlife welcomes them with joyful arms.

[leia-imogen]

aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 1 // vol. 2

( ft. the first meeting & the first family game night )

okay, rundown of his first meeting w the vixens!

the vixens don't really like the foxes. they cheer at their games and all, but outside of that, they mostly stick with the football players

bcs, well, the foxes are,, intimidating and most of the vixens don't get how or why katelyn started dating one

especially one half of the terrifying duo that is the twinyards. like these tiny blonde angst goblins have absolutely zero chill, and this is the backliner one, the one that shattered the nose of a dude basically twice his size

they may be short as fuck but they're scary, and the vixens are worried that he might break katelyn's heart

but katelyn's sure about aaron minyard, and when cleo softly asks, "is he worth it?" she knows her answer is a yes

savannah and the rest of the girls aren't convinced tho, so she asks aaron if he'll meet them for one of the afterparties they have after games

he agrees after seeing the hopeful look on her face

and surprise, surprise, it isn't a complete disaster!!

see, aaron has a habit of mirroring the nature of the person he's with. in the book, we mostly see him as an asshole bcs it's from neil's pov, and neil, as much as i adore him, is an asshole

i think that when he's with nicky ( someone he loves and trusts ), he's like, nicer. it's not in his nature to be cheery or anything but he's less,, hostile? and way more relaxed

and katelyn's been nothing but sweet and polite to him, bcs katelyn's sweet and polite till you give her a reason not to be

so he's sweet and polite back, or at least, sweet and polite as aaron minyard can get.

yeah, he's definitely interesting enough, clever and quick-witted enough, respectful and loyal and insanely talented enough, that katelyn decides he's worth it. doubts he'll ever get boring

and yes, she knows this is a big risk, bcs she knows the foxes' rep, knows how fucked up he must to secure a place on the psu foxes, notices how aaron flinches when she makes any sudden movement

but you know what? fuck it

so when aaron tells her his strange, twisted little deal with his brother, katelyn's willing to fight for him

and after nearly 2 months of this, she drags him to the vixens with their fingers interlocked and a hope in her heart that they'd play nice like she's asked ( practically begged ) them to

aaron's buzzing a bit with nervous energy. it's very endearing, how his eyes had lit up at the sight of her, then how she felt her anxiety about the night melt away into excitement

sav tries, bless her, tries to engage aaron in half-hearted conversation about exy ( which she hates ) and aaron tries back, but that fizzles out bcs for someone on a full-ride exy scholarship, aaron doesn't like exy at all

thank god that marissa, who's been trying to be less of a bitch all night, bless her too, lets it slip that sav detests exy

"okay, i can't anymore. minyard, savannah actually hates exy and she hates the foxes too, but we're hoping that you're an exception."

aaron, holding back a laugh: honestly? same.

sav: oh thank fucking GOD we have something to talk about then

"yeah, the entire sport sucks, doesn't it? i literally play it at college level and i still have barely figured out the goddamn rules."

"exactly! and my entire family's fucking obsessed for some reason, it's so annoying! ugh and the foxes suck even more, they're all so goddamn rude for no reason. except maybe the cute goalie."

". . ."

"eww not your brother, i meant renee walker,, and maybe you're not too bad either, minyard."

"you flatter me."

katelyn watches their exchange with more than a little amusement. aaron's not smiling, but his features have softened and he's flushed from the alcohol he'd had and she can't rly believe that this is the boy who they all thought would break her heart

bcs later when aaron comes up to her with a cookie dough cupcake ( her favourite ) she didn't even know was served at the party, leans into her so his face is buried in her neck, whispers "thanks for taking me", when she takes in all her friends laughing and chatting and waving at her, when sav gives her a thumbs-up and nods to aaron, she's never felt more whole

like she was part of something bigger than herself

then aaron starts hanging around them more! yeah he saw the look on katelyn's face and he was going to TRY for her or so help him- usually just with katelyn, sav, and cleo

she invites him to the "family game night" sav is making them have, and he's like "sure why not."

he knocks on the door of sav and cleo's dorm and sav lets him in

"yo, minyard! glad you make it, katelyn's out on a donut run but she'll be back soon."

okay,, okay. so he'll,,, what? interact w people?? hell fucking no

then he realises that it's only cleo in the dorm, plugged into her headphones, playing mario kart, and thanks katelyn for ensuring there would only be ppl that like, he didn't mind

the other vixens were okay, but way too LOUD, and aaron wasn't rly up for spending a whole night w them

cleo hands him a controller, an invitation to play, and he takes it gratefully. he and cleo hadn't talked that much at the party, but she was perfectly tolerable so far, which was a good sign

and mario kart was a part of his childhood, one of the only few that nicky's parents had owned, so he and his cousin had spent hours curled up in front of tv trying to beat each other

even tho he beats nicky most of the time, cleo absolutely destroys him. he mentally tries to brush it off as him being rusty ( which he definitely is ) but damn, cleo's good. still, she brushes off the compliment when aaron blurts it out

okay so then katelyn comes back with like way too many donuts and they start playing monopoly gathered around the coffee table

sav insists on putting on some music. wannabe starts playing. she winks at aaron and aaron winks back, still not smiling. cleo snorts and katelyn kisses his cheek

listen, cleo is a monopoly master. soon, she owns over half the board and it's pretty clear she's gonna win, someone ( savannah riley jameson, everyone ) flips the board

"jameson, what the actual fuck."

"shut the hell up, minyard."

"come on, sav, i was winning!"

katelyn's trying to pick up all the pieces and aaron bends down to help her, shaking his head at sav, who pouts and joins them while cleo grins, headphones slung around her shoulders while she perches herself onto the arm of the settee and hums to wake me up before you go-go

next, sav begs them to play twister. cleo's great at most games, but she has a particular dislike for twister, so she's out quick

katelyn is super bendy, bcs she took gymnastics for years, and aaron holds his own surprisingly well, considering the fact that he's short as fuck

sav: katie, right hand red

katelyn, ending up right on top of a blushing aaron: okay, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

sav: i stopped spinning like 15 turns ago, i'm surprised you didn't notice sooner

eventually aaron collapses and katelyn is hailed as the queen of twister and they spend the next 10 minutes just calling out random spots for katelyn to try

she gets all of them, and aaron is actually smiling now and it doesn't matter that it's only a tiny quirk of his lips, it's something and katelyn cherishes it

they play some sort of surgeon simulator thingy next, and aaron "gonna be a future neurosurgeon" minyard is awesome at it, bcs duh

katelyn's not very good at this. her hands get SHAKY okay

cleo also sucks at this, bcs she keeps getting nervous and having muscle spasms. sav's just doing the dumbest shit bcs it's bringing aaron closer to the edge of cardiac arrest

aaron: jameson holy shit what are you DOING

sav, slicing open the spinal cord: okay so what if i take out the lungs through the back haha

and now sav is sulking over the fact that she hadn't absolutely murdered the others at a game

so she brings out the ultimate game. the game of bastards, one that tears families apart, sets friendships on fire, starts wars too gruesome to be started by anything other than this wretched, cursed artefact. . .

s c r a b b l e

aaron's already having war flashbacks. katelyn groans and goes to make popcorn, bcs this shit's gonna take FOREVER and she knows it. cleo, an english major, is preparing herself for battle with the force of nature that is savannah

"the fuck do you MEAN fergalicious isn't a word???"

"savannah, please."

"no, here, listen to this."

"sav, we were listening to that!" katelyn complains. sav sighs and switches the song back to her "90's bops" playlist, then changes it to "hell yeah feminism" which instantly starts playing run the world ( girls )

katelyn happily starts singing and aaron's not even reluctant to hum along

sav and cleo are still arguing. this has been going on for so long. sav looks ready to flip over the board again, so cleo does it first

katelyn: cleo what the heck

cleo, the tired mom friend: don't fucking curse

aaron is also tired, but in a good way, in kind of that soft lazy droopy way

he falls asleep leaning against the sofa and katelyn's shoulder, with god is a woman playing in the background while sav and cleo continue arguing. cleo is standing on the coffee table. it's true anarchy

he wakes up on the sofa with a blanket thrown over him and sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains and katelyn making a complete mess of the kitchen in a futile attempt to make breakfast. sav and cleo are draped across each other on the floor

katelyn, struggling to pick up burning toast: morning babe, how did you sleep?

aaron, calmly using a pair of tongs: pretty well. who wants pancakes?

sav, instantly shooting up: DID YOU SAY PANCAKES

so he makes pancakes! nicky taught him as soon as he'd gained custody of the twins, so he's pretty much an expert. he tries to teach katelyn, but then just gives up bcs she's clearly not listening in favour of staring at him

and they all gather around the coffee table and cleo's humming along to the song on her headphones and wow these pancakes are rly good omg

while aaron is chatting to cleo about what video games they should play next, sav whispers, "kate finley, if you don't marry this boy just for his god-tier pancakes, i will."

"sav, you're a lesbian."

"not anymore, i've decided that i am pancake-sexual."

aaron hears all of this btw, bcs cleo stops when she hears them talking. he blushes, and smiles, just a little bit

( if anyone actually cares about this, tell me! shoot me an ask if there's any particular ask you want to see with these characters, or just the foxes! )