#and she doesn't say anything. and he just says 'me too.'

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut

Exes to lovers - this was requested so I hope you like it!!

To be completely honest, Lando doesn't even know what happened that night one year ago. He knows very well that he drank too much, got drunk like never before and that the next day he lost you.

You came to his apartment and found a hair band in the bathroom that wasn't yours. Lando knew whose hair tie it was, but he tried to hide it from you and convince you that it was yours. Of course with that, he only made things worse. The fact that he decided to lie about it hurt you even more.

You threatened to leave him immediately if he didn't tell you what happened the night before and who spent the night in his apartment. It didn't take long for Lando to break down and tearfully tell you that one of his girl friends spent the night at his place after going out. The morning after, he barely remembered anything, but he could have sworn that he hadn't even kissed her, let alone slept with her.

His only fault was that he brought her with him to the apartment and let her sleep there, but even that was more than enough for you to break your heart into a thousand pieces.

You knew which female friend it was. You never even liked her and even though Lando always told you that you had no reason to be jealous, it annoyed you that she was throwing herself at him every chance she got when the two of you were together.

She was too close to him for your liking and then when you heard that she was the one who slept over at his place that night when he was dead drunk, it was over for you.

Lando cried, despaired, begged you to forgive him for months, trying to convince you that for him there was only you, but you couldn't get over your pride and forgive him. In the end, you even believed him that maybe there really wasn't anything between the two of them, but the trust was broken between the two of you and it couldn't be fixed anymore.

Since you two were together for two and a half years before you broke up, you were very close to his family. They adored you and considered you a member of the family. They couldn't believe that you broke up, even they begged you to forgive him, but even though you decided not to, you still remained on good terms with them and continued to hang out from time to time.

And just like that you found yourself on a huge luxury yacht celebrating Mila's third (idk how old is she??) birthday together with Lando and his family. It was a three-day celebration in the small circle of family and for the sake of that you decided to remain calm and behave normally around Lando.

It wasn't easy for you to be so close to him yet so far away. It was even worse for him, but he enjoyed having you around. Of course he tried in every way to reach you, approach you, talk to you, he did everything just to get your attention. From time to time he would succeed, you would find it funny how he tried everything, so you would give in and engage into a conversation with him.

On the last night, everyone went to bed pretty early because they were exhausted from celebrating, swimming and sunbathing for the past three days, but you weren't so exhausted, so you decided to stay in the lounge area of ​​the yacht and be with yourself for a while. The sky was beautiful, full of shining stars and the feeling was so peaceful. You closed your eyes for a moment, but not for long because you were soon startled by none other than Lando's voice.

"You decided to sleep under the sky tonight?" He asked making himself comfortable on the sofa next to you.

"No, I was just enjoying looking at it."

"With your eyes closed?" He mocked.

"What else do you want other than to disturb my peace?" You roll your eyes sitting up from the lying position.

"I was very hot, so I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come here to the pool to cool off" He says looking at the pool in front of you.

"It's like" You take a look at your phone to check the time. "Almost 1 a.m. and you're going to get in the pool now?"

"Yeah, wanna join me?" He smirks.

"No, thank you." You laugh rolling your eyes at him again.

He gets up from the sofa and begins to remove his shorts, leaving only his boxers on. You were a little embarrassed and you didn't expect him to start undressing in front of you, so you cleared your throat and looked away.

"C'mon, it's nothing you haven't seen before, y/n" He mocks seeing how flushed your cheeks got.

"I'm going to my room, you have fun" You say getting up and fixing your oversized t-shirt that served as your night gown.

"No, come on, stay, keep me company." He pleaded before stepping into the pool. "Please?"

It didn't take long for him to persuade you to stay, because you secretly wanted to, you just didn't want to admit it so you sat down on the edge of the pool dipping your feet into the water as you watched him slowly threw himself in. Diving under the water he swam closer to you.

"You enjoying yourself?" You ask paddling your feet.

"It would be even better if you jumped in with me" He says placing his hands on the edge on either side of you.

"Not a chance" You resist pushing him a little with your feet. He chuckles biting his lip and taking your foot in his hand pulling you to himself a little.

"Lando, don't you dare" You warn him when you feel yourself slide down a little.

"You're not wearing any shorts?" He asks tilting his head to the side to peek under your t-shirt. You gasp quickly closing your legs and pulling your shirt down.

"You're so inappropriate, get away from me" You push his chest with your feet pushing him away from yourself only for to swim back to you again.

"Did you have any fun these past three days?" He asked curiously.

"I did, I have always enjoyed spending time with your family. It was good to see everyone again."

"Even me?"

You stop and sigh softly at his question not wanting to look him in the eye. it still hurts, stings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to see him. You still love him after all, but you're still not sure if you want to forgive him.

"I'd rather not answer that"

He can't hide the hurt look in his eyes after your statement, but he also doesn't want to push you away from him by bringing certain topics up again.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but I had a talk with Mila today and she told me that I am all you talk about. She says it's getting too much even for her to listen to you" Lando being Lando, of course, turns everything into a joke just to lighten the mood. You can't help but burst out laughing at the nonsense that he was saying just to say something.

"There we go, that's the laugh I wanted to hear" You blush at his caring words hiding your face in your shoulder. He takes a risk and places his hands over your knees slowly pulling them apart to stand between them and you surprise both of you when you let him.

"Lando.." You sigh hesitantly when he slowly puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Please, let me" Before you could even ask him let you what?, he pulled you down into the pool with him. You gasped and your skin crawled as the slightly cold water soaked your t-shirt making it clung to your body.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" You were breathing rapidly trying to grab the edge to get out, but Lando pulled you by your waist closer to his body.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay"

"You're completely crazy" Your mouth complains, but your body responds differently to his touch especially when he moves one of his hands from your hip to your leg making them wrap around his torso.

"That's better" He says quietly glancing at your lips. You have to admit you feel a little uncomfortable, especially with his lips less than two centimeters away from yours. You haven't been this physically close to each other in over a year and you've almost forgotten what it feels like to feel his skin on yours. "It's just me" He whispers and it somehow calms you down when you remember that it's Lando, your Lando.

"Lando, you can't do this.." You say, but wrap your arms around his neck hiding your gaze in the crook of his neck. Your gesture encourages him so he hugs you tighter and gently kisses you on the cheek.

"Baby, I miss you so much" Your heart trembles at his choice of words. "I'm losing my mind without you" His voice breaks when you look at him and he moves your hair out of your face. Your fingers make gentle circular motions over the back of his head as you press your foreheads together.

"I swear only hope that one day you'll love me again keeps me sane" He continues.

"I've never even stopped" You quietly confess.

Even if he tried, he couldn't describe the feeling of hearing that from your mouth. He felt as if he had come alive again after such a long time.

He couldn't hold back anymore, everything in him was dying to feel you, to kiss you so he crashed his lips against yours and kissed you the way you kiss a person you love more than your life, but haven't been able to touch in more than a year.

You didn't even think about resisting anymore, you gave in and kissed him back with the same force. He walked with your legs still wrapped around him to the edge of the pool pressing against you with your back against it. His hands quickly slipped under your shirt exploring your body again after so long enjoying the sound of your moans.

"Please..please tell me that no one..has touched you..no one but me" His voice was quivering as he tried to get the question out to which he wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer to.

Lando was your first. First in everything basically. And he was so proud of it. He loved your innocence and the fact that no one had ever made you feel the way he did. You were all his and that's why he had a particularly strong protective feeling towards you. And he probably would lose his mind if he heard that someone else had touched something that only belonged to him.

"No one but you" You panted making him go feral.

His hands went under your butt gripping it before his fingertips moved your panties aside. He grinded his crotch into yours nibbling at the skin of your neck.

"Lan.." You moaned wanting more, but hating to ask for it. Luckily he knows your body like the back of his hand and knows what you need very well so he slipped his middle finger inside of you. One was soon replaced by two making you throw your head back giving him full access to bite and suck on your neck.

"Fuck.." He hissed as the aching feeling in his cock kicked in desperately needing to be touched. "Baby, I need to feel you or else I'm going to explode" He grunts.

"Let's get out of the pool, yeah? We can't fuck in here"

He lifted you up from the water sitting you onto the edge before getting out of the pool himself. You took off your wet shirt leaving yourself only in soaked panties and a bra. He looked you in from head to toe before pulling you to him and laying you down on the sofa hovering over you.

As he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung off you looked down at him with a slight concern in your gaze and he noticed it.

"What, baby? Is everything okay?" He asked leaning down to kiss you caressing your cheek.

"Yeah, it's just..it's been a while.." His gaze softened and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead to calm you down.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" He assured you. He pulled down your bra taking your tits out and attaching his lips around your nipples and with every passing second of him doing so you were getting wetter and wetter. He then took his cock in his hand rubbing his tip over your pussy up and down a few times hissing at the sensation.

He stopped at the center and felt you getting nervous as your breathing quickened. "It's alright, baby, I know you want this, I can feel how wet you are. I'll go slow, I promise."

He slowly pushed the tip in planting kisses along your jawline to distract you from the pain. He pushed a little further and you squeezed your eyes whimpering and holding your hands against his chest.

"It hurts Lan, it's too big.." You cried out trying to close your legs so he put his hand on your cheek gently caressing it. It took everything in him not to cum right away at you complimenting his length.

"Shh, I know, baby, but you have to let me in okay? We'll make it fit, yeah? Like we always used to" He cooed you pushing your legs further apart. "Just a little bit more and it's fully in. You can take it, love, I know you can."

Little by little and he pushed all of himself in staying still until you felt comfortable enough for him to move. "That's it, just like that, baby, always such a good girl for me" He was so impatient to fuck you, to cum all over or inside you it didn't matter to him, but he decided to take his time with you because he wanted you to feel good above everything else.

Once the pain was replaced by the feeling of pleasure, he started thrusting in deep and fast stretching you out in the way only he knew how. When you felt confident enough you wrapped your legs around his torso to push him even deeper.

"Does it feel good?" He asked and you nodded. "This reminds me so much of that time I fucked you on the couch in my parent's house."

"Ohh, Lando” You moaned.

"Where anybody could've walked in on us and see me pounding you from behind. Fuck, you have no idea how much this turns me on.." He groaned.

"I missed all of you, missed fucking you, feeling you squeeze my cock, playing with your pussy, oh" His words were coming out as broken sobs struggling to last as long as possible. "I feel you clenching are you almost there, love?"

"So close"

"Yeah? You're drenching my cock baby. You're so tight, fuck, I'm gonna cum in seconds."

"Ohh..yes yes, ahh"

"Oh shit baby.." Once he saw you slide you hand down to your clit and start playing with it, he lost it. His body shuddered, his cock twitched inside you and he came undone. He kept moving slowly until both of you rode out your orgasms.

When both of you came to your senses he started hugging you and kissing you as if you were going to run away every second. You leaned your head to the side and watched him smiling.

"So..does this mean you're mine again?" He asks tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

"It does not, but" You emphasize. "If you try a bit harder maybe you can change my mind"

"Understood. Let's get you cleaned up for round two then"

"Lando, that's not what I meant!"

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Vaggie?"

Vaggie: "Yeah, Charlie?"

Charlie: "Holding hands like this is really really nice, as usual, especially after a desperate fight for our lives, so this isn't a complaint or anything-"

Charie: "-but I think your hand... is leaking??"

Vaggie: "That's blood, sweetie."

Niffty: "I like blood!"

Charlie: "That's a LOT of blood?"

Vaggie: "Yeah. It happens when someone impales your hand to the floor with your own spear, and you want the spear back."

Angel Dust: "Only you, Vaggironi."

Charlie: "YOU'RE HOLDING MY HAND WITH THE HAND THAT GOT IMPALED!?"

Vaggie: "It still works. See?"

Charlie: "GaH- don't SQUEEZE IT!!!"

Niffty: (gigling) "Eww~"

Cherri Bomb: "Wow, someone put this girl in a slasher film."

Husk: "Fuck! It fucking squirted all over my fur!"

Angel Dust: "Ooh-"

Husk: "Not one. Shitty. Word."

Charlie: "SHIT!"

Husk: "That one doesn't count."

Charlie: "Fuck, shit- why is it still bleeding? The battle was hours ago! Shouldn't it be closed up by now!?"

Vaggie: "It might not ever, really. Heavenly steel and whatever."

Niffty: (peering through hole in vaggie's hand) "Oooooh~"

Charlie: "But it has to heal! It's- Niffty stop that- it's your HAND!"

Vaggie: "It's still attached so no big deal."

Charlie: "No big- Vaggie, there's a HOLE in you that I could stick my FINGER in!"

Angel Dust: "Just one? Wow, tight fit."

Vaggie: "Could've been worse."

Charlie: "WORSE-!?"

Cherri Bomb: "Angie, if they hear you and you get yourself killed on top of Pentious today, I'm gonna ugly cry and smear my running makeup and snot all over your stupid corpse."

Charlie: "- and you didn't even TELL ME I was putting a death grip on an open wound!"

Angel Dust: "That's so rude."

Vaggie: "The pressure was helping slow the bleeding anyway."

Husk: "Fucks of a feather fuck up together."

Charlie: "BUT IT ALSO HURTS DOSN'T IT?!??"

Angel Dust: "Aww Husky, would ya cry over me too-?"

Vaggie: "It's fine."

Husk: "Fuck you."

Charlie: "This is NOT fine!!"

Vaggie: (smiling at gf) "It doesn't hurt that much, babe, but I can wrap it up if you want."

Charlie: "No, I'll do it."

Charlie: (sighs)

Charlie: "...not like it's the first time I've gotten here too late, and only been able to bandage you up AFTER she's already hurt you..."

Vaggie: "Charlie..."

Charlie: "Nope! No angst right now- bandaging! I'll be gentle, okay?"

Angel Dust: "That's what she s-"

Angel Dust: "-OW CHERRI watch it with the elbows will ya!? That rib's BROKEN!"

Husk: "So's your fucking brain, dumbass."

Cherri Bomb: "He doesn't have one."

Charlie: "Well does anyone have a NON-BLOODSTAINED bit of cloth I can use for-?"

Niffty: (soaked in blood) "No~"

Charlie: "-AGUH NIFFTY! Stop looking through her hole like that!"

Angel Dust: "...."

Cherri Dust: "For the love of yourself, don't."

Angel Dust: "......I've got nothin'."

Husk: "Thank FUCK."

Vaggie: "Hey look, when I flex my hand the stab wound blinks."

Angel Dust: "Wait actually I'm gonna throw up."

Cherri Bomb: "An open bodily hole you DON'T like? Today really is just full of miracles..."

Vaggie: "I can make it talk." (holds up hand to gf) "Hi sweetie."

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: ".... Sorry. I think I've lost a lot of blood."

Charlie: "Then let me blindfold and or gag your stab wound, before someone faints-"

Angel Dust: (THUD)

Charlie: "-just like that, great."

Cherri Bomb: "HA, oh that's priceless! Another fallen angel!"

Husk: "Why didn't you fucking catch him."

Cherri Bomb: "What am I, his boyfriend? You catch him!"

Husk: "I'm not that loser's boyfriend!"

Charlie: "Yet."

Husk: "THE FUCK YOU SAY??"

Vaggie: "Wait guys, pause the ship war-"

Husk: "FUCK YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S SHITTY SHIPPING!"

Vaggie: "GUYS."

Vaggie: "Where's Niffty?"

Everyone: "........."

Everyone: (looks down at angel dust's unconscious body)

Niffty: (Squished) (one arm sticking out) (thumbs up)

[sanaexus]

social's as karasu's girlfriend

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yourusername: sorry the last image was necessary

tagged: karasu_tabito

chigi.who: i love how the pictures slowly became weirder ↳yourusername: he's a silly lil fella ↳karasu_tabito: i hate you 😊 ↳yourusername: wow ok guess i'll go hit up my side chicks ↳karasu_tabito: you have 4 contacts on your phone and two of them are your parents and one is me ↳yourusername: what if i have a secret phone ↳karasu_tabito: you can hide your secrets as well as reo and nagi can hide their relationship ↳reo.miikage: WHY BRING US INTO THIS ↳kuniisuke: you didn't even try to deny?? ↳nagi.seishiro: i told him hiding a relationship is a hassle

user1: karasu looks so punchable like bitch wipe that stupid smirk of you before i slap you ↳karasu_tabito: you just called me punchable and then told me you'll slap me ↳yourusername: shut up it's the thought that counts

isaichii: the last image looks like he has 16 uno cards up his ass ↳yourusername: real it's canon i was the 7th uno card up his ass ↳karasu_tabito: what the fuck no

eita.otoya: you donr smile like that around me nor do you make a heart on your food for me ↳karasu_tabito: she doesn't ditch me for a random chick she met at a cafe ↳yourusername: i would maybe i should ↳karasu_tabito: you'll scared them off ↳yourusername: OH FUCK OFF

megubachi: last image is major shidou vibes ↳shiidoryu: i don't eat grass i ate ass ↳rin.itoshi: eat* ↳rin.itoshi: WAIT THE FUCK? I JUST RE-READ THE SENTENCE WHAT DID I JUST SEE ↳yourusername: rate sae's ass on the scale of 1-10 based on taste, texture, flavour, and bounciness ↳shiidoryu: overall it's a 9.866/10 ↳itoshi_sae: please kys ↳itoshi_sae: i hope you fucking choke ↳itoshi_sae: thank you i guess ↳shiidoryu: i am a proud masochist btw

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yourusername: turns out kids hate him

tagged: karasu_tabito

user2: first picture looks like you're talking him on a walk ↳yourusername: that's bc i am he's a lil furry fella ↳karasu_tabito: do you not have anything else to do other than insult me ↳eita.otoya: FREEDOM OF SPEECH ↳megubachi: RAHHH WE'RE IN A FREE COUNTRY💯💯🗣🗣‼‼🔥🔥💣💣🔫🔫😎😎🔛🔝 ↳shiidoryu: WHAT'S A KILOMETER 💯💯🗣🗣‼‼🔥🔥💣💣🔫🔫😎😎🔛🔝 ↳isaichii: 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸💯💯🔛🔝 ↳karasu_tabito: sigh

julian.loki: WHO SAID I CAN'T WEAR MY CONVERSE WITH MY DRESS? OH BABY THAT'S JUST ME 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣💯💯💯💯💯 ↳user3: never in a million year would i have thought i'd see THE julian loki say that ↳julian.loki: why? can a man not wear converse with his dress ↳yourusername: you'd look bad in it ↳yourusername: you look bad in everything ↳julian.loki: BIRCH FYCKING WAYCH OUT I'LL STEAL YOUR ADOPT ME OETS ↳yourusername: FUCKIGN TRY ME HOE POW POW BOTHC ↳julian.loki: *pulls on your hair* ↳yourusername: *kicks your nuts* ↳julian.loki: YOU CNAR BEAT ME I'M BATMAN ↳yourusername: YOU CANT EVEN BE ROBIN

reo.miikage: to be fair if someone with 15 pounds of hairgel, a creepy smile held me i'd hate them too and be terrified and probably piss myself ↳karasu_tabito: I DO NOT PUT 15 POUNDS OF HAIRGEL AND I DO NOT HAVE A CREEPY SMILE ↳yourusername: both are up for deabte ↳karasu_tabito: kys

karasu_tabito: we look cute together ↳yourusername: i know right like i feel bad for other couples bc we're js the best ↳reo.miikage: cough ↳nagi.seishiro: choki doesn't agree ↳yourusername: choki is also a fucking cactus so stfu ↳nagi.seishiro: not cool dude :x ↳kuniisuke: "the best" are you sure? ↳chigi.who: i will eat your liver ↳yourusername: BEO WHAT 😦😦

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karasu_tabito: we do act like normal couples (sometimes)

tagged: yourusername

nikkoki: the lego man should have been a soccer play, karasu can barely get a glass of water without spilling it ↳mikka.kaiser: MOTHERFUCKER ↳mikka.kaiser: bITCH ITS FOOT FUCKING BALL YOU DUMWITS ↳hiyori: CAN YOU NOT GO ONE POST WITHOUT POINTING THAY OUT YOU CHICKEN ↳shiidoryu: who's foot is fucking whose balls? ↳rin.itoshi: dimwits* that* whose* ↳alexis.ness: THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF KAISER COMMENT ARE YOU GUYS TO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND OR WHAT ↳yourusername: BOY STFU GO FUCK HIS BALLS WITH YOUR FOOT ↳shiidoryu: ohhh so ness's feet are fucking kaiser's balls got it ↳alexis.ness: apparently we aren't gay ↳yourusername: oh you aren't? ↳eita.otoya: WHY A CHICKEN? KAISER SEEMS LIKE HE WOULD TASTE LIKE BLUEBERRIES NOT CHICKEN ↳kenyu.yukimiya: THAT'S NOT THE FUCK POINT ↳karasu_tabito: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GF APPRICIATION POST NOT FUCKING EACHOTHER BALLS WITH YOUR FEET OR GUESSING HOW WE TASTE

isaichii: "girlfriend appreciation post" puts a picture of him and his bestfriend scared shitless of someone in a pink dress ↳yourusername: count your days ↳isaichii: I'M TOO GOOD AT FOOTBALL TO DIE KILL KAISER ↳mikka.kaiser: WHY ME KILL NESS ↳alexis.ness: who's killing who ↳eita.otoya: i thought she couldn't do shit so i insulted her dress needless to say never again ↳yourusername: i don't bite ↳eita.otoya: YES YOU DO

user3: you look so pretty in the first picture, date me and leave this wannabe assassin ↳yourusernme: you're right take me to mcdonalds and we'll plan the wedding ↳karasu_tabito: not on my watch you wont ↳yourusername: WELL SOMEONE NEEDS TO TAKE ME MCDONALDS TO PLAN MY WEDDING AND YOU WON'T DO IT ↳karasu_tabito: fine be ready in 15 if you take a second more than that i'm dropping you off at pet shelter ↳yourusername: RUDE??? ↳yourusername: i like the pet shelter anyway so win win for me

yourusername: OMGOMGOMGOMG YOU LOVE ME !!! ↳karasu_tabito: if i didn't i wouldn't put myself through the torture of dating you ↳yourusername: 🙁🙁 ↳megubachi: YOU MAFE HER SAD WOW ↳isaichii: it's alright y/n we're gonna get help for you as soon as we can ↳yourusername: i'm not dying ↳chigi.who: (wE'RE TRYNA MAKE HIM FEEL GUILTY??) ↳yourusername: (OHHHH GOT IT) ↳yourusername: HOW COULD YOU TABITO?!?! THERE'S NOTHING WORTH LIVING FOR ↳karasu_tabito: i'll let you terrorize otoya please just shut up ↳eita.otoya: WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS BFR HOES? ↳karasu_tabito: you are the hoe

WOOO WE'RE FINALLY DONEEEE WITH THIS ONEE feels good to finish this anw i dont like it bye guys

[poppy-metal]

failmarriage art when you're his emergency contact and hes yours and he gets called because you got sick or hurt yourself in some way - and you're so weak and defenseless you have no choice but to let him take care of you. and it sucks because he's just too much..... art. he's a caretaker. he knows all your favorite comfort foods. he knows you have a favorite blankie for when you're feeling sick - and he's being so kind. you can almost forget all that's wrong between you - he makes you feel like a baby, his baby. and he still has his wedding band on. even though you dont have yours - its somewhere safely tucked away - and your brain is fuzzy and you're weak and you just.... reach out and run your hand through his hair.

he leans into it because of course he does. sighs because you haven't touched him in months, not like this. tender and knowing - you stroke your fingers through his locks for a few moments in silence, just relishing the feel of him, his presence this close to you, his body, his scent - yours, your art, your person, your husband - "when are you gonna let me back in?" he breaks the silence. his voice is sad. and you think about everything you've put him through recently. "when are you going to let me love you again?"

you drop your hand. "i didn't realize it was my choice whether you loved me or not."

he looks at you, and your breath catches. he looks so young - you realize. hes only in his 30s, you all are, but he reminds you of his teenage self right then. soft and vulnerable. he looks devastated.

"I'll always love you," he says seriously. his hand twitches, like it wants to reach out and touch you. half of you wishes he would, would breach the gap. the other is glad he doesn't, because you'd melt if he did. "i mean that. you're half of my heart." he looks away, rubs his chin, works his jaw, trying not to cry. "but its a two way street, baby. you know that." he sighs, "i can't do it all on my own."

you look at your hands. at your empty ring finger. you feel arts eyes there too. both of you imagining the familiar band there, where it used to be. you curl your fingers into a fist and tuck them under your blanket. "im tired." you tell him, and he nods.

stands and gathers his things. he pauses by you on the couch, fingers touching the arm of it. "call me if you need anything."

you nod, shaky. listen to his footsteps as he leaves your apartment. you drag your hand back into your lap and open your palm - trace the love line - or what they say is the love line anyway - there and remember tashi cupping your wrist in college, her soft brown hair tickling your arm as she leaned over your palm and traced the vein with a blue ink pen. "this is your longest line," she told you, grinning. "you're gonna be loved your whole life."

"by art?" you'd asked, hopeful.

tashi had shrugged. "by him. by alot of people, probably. by me too."

you liked the sound of that.

[slashers-gf]

I'm here for you

I don't know it this is good or not. Sorry for any misspelling. I was trying to write this quickly 😭 Might make a part 2 of this. Hope you enjoy 🫶

Kenji Sato x reader

Word count: 3k

Summery: You and kenji are childhood best friends. Kenji hasn't been answering you for several days, and you start to get worried. You go to a good place to see what's happening to him and to try and help him.

"Damn it, kenji, why haven't you been answering me? It's been several days since you're not answering my texts or calls." I've been trying to contact kenji for days and nothing. Today was the day I was going to go confront him.  I got to the car and made my way to his house.

**Meanwhile with Kenji**

"Please go to sleep emi '' trying to rock emi to sleep.  "She's fussy,"  Mina says, looking at what's happening. "Oh really, i didn't notice," kenji said sarcastically. 

The baby kaiju seems to be finally settling down.  "Ah finally" seeing as it's starting to close her eyes and breathing slowed down.  

"It appears y/n has arrived and is outsode right now," showing security camera. "Damn it, why she her right now. What am i going to do about Emi? She already knows that im Ultraman. "  Looks at the sleeping kaiju and puts her back into the glass cylinder unit. "Mina, i need you to take care of Emi and hide her."  Mina follows the order and hides emi and watches over her.

"Hey, open the damn door," states to bang on the door till someone opens it. Kenji grumbled to himself before heading towards the door and opening it, leaning his muscular frame against the door frame.

"What do you want?" Kenji crossed his arms, not too pleased by your sudden presence.

"Why have you been ignoring me? I've called and texted." Stats to get angry by his attitude. Kenji avoided eye-contact and looked at everything in the room except you.

"I've been busy,"  He answered. It was a shitty excuse, but the truth. Just a lie to hide the truth. 

"Oh, busy is that it" gets more annoyed.  Kenji rolled his eyes and looked away from you once more. "Obviously."  His tone was cold and sharp. It was different from how he usually spoke to you. He was usually quite gentle and cheerful, but this attitude was the complete opposite. It was as if he was purposely trying to push you away... but why? 

"Tell me the truth, what's happening?"  Kenji sighed and gripped onto the door frame, his body language was closed off, guarded...as if he was trying to hide something 

"I told you, I'm busy,"  He said firmly, his eyes darkening. He was clearly agitated at the fact that you were questioning him.  "That's not it, and I know it,"  seeing how he is being suspicious.

  Kenji grit his teeth together and gripped the frame of the door so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He looked away again and spoke in an annoyed tone.  "Why are you so pushy about knowing everything? Huh? Just drop it and piss off already"

" Because I know when you're lying, so tell me what's wrong."  See how he was acting, and I started to get concerned about him. Kenji snapped, and the irritation that he had been pushing down had finally boiled over. He stepped forward and locked eyes with you, his voice raising*

"No! Okay!? I don't want to tell you or anyone anything and I don't plan to! Just piss off!" 

"What the hell is your problem?"  I started to raise my voice.  Kenji ran a hand down his face in frustration, scoffing. "My problem is you! You just can't seem to take a damn hint and leave!" 

"Are you fucking kidding me right now. I come here because I'm worried about you and your just going to act like a piece of shit "

Kenji's eyes darkened, and a cold, bitter laugh slipped past his lips. "You're worried about me, huh? Sure, as hell doesn't seem like it! You've been nagging me this whole time to open up like I'm some sort of sob story that needs saving!"

"Well I am fucking worried, I always have been. I'm your best friend and I'm just trying to understand and help you" lowers voice and gets hurt by what he has just said. 

Kenji's shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the door frame again. He looked tired, beyond exhausted mentally and physically. His voice was quiet and bitter.

"Well...you don't need to, okay? I'm fine..Everything's fine" he said, sighing. 

"Wow, you really are just childish and only care about yourself and not others about you? " turns about and starts to walk towards my car.

Kenji froze, his heart hammering in his chest. Why did what you said hurt so badly? He bit back the tears that began to well up in his eyes, his vision going blurry. He had been pushing you away and yet here he was on the verge of tears. He cursed under his breath, clenching a fist and quickly turned around, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards him. "Where are you going!?"

"Home clearly since you don't need my help with anything ."  Trying to break away from his grip. Kenji's grip on your wrist tightened as he held you firmly in place, preventing you from leaving. He hated this feeling and hated how his heart ached in his chest. Damn it...why did he feel so vulnerable around you... "Just..just stay" He said quietly

"Why? why should I if you are just going to keep lying to me over and over again? " turning back to look him in the face. 

Kenji groaned and let go of your wrist, running a hand through his raven hair as he avoided eye contact once more. He bit his bottom lip and looked off to the side, contemplating on answering your question.

"I'm not lying.."  He said in a quiet whisper. He was lying. He hadn't told you everything.. but in his heart, is that really lying?  "I just..." *He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale  "I just don't want you to worry..." 

"I'm here for you, and I've always been since I was a kid. But I don't want to  watch you like this and treat me like shit, " I said, looking at his face. 

Kenji flinched, his eyes snapping open. He winced at your words, his heart panging once more and his stomach twisting into knots. He hated this.. Why couldn't you just listen to him and leave him alone? He didn't want you to witness his breakdown, his pain, his struggle. He was supposed to be strong... to be the one that people look up to. A broken hero.. but could he really say that?

Kenji cursed once more, grabbing your sleeve and pulling you away from the door and into the apartment. 

"Hey, let go of me," trying to get out of his grasp.  Kenji ignored your protests and tugged you into the apartment further, closing the door behind you and shutting the world outside behind him. He finally let go of you and stepped away. 

"No! You wanted to come here and now you're here. You're not leaving until you listen to me!" 

"Why should I if you are not going to tell me what's really wrong and not want my help?" Looking at kenji to see what his reaction is. Kenji clenched his fists tightly, his body growing tense. He knew you were right, and he knew he had no right to be mad at you... yet there was an anger that was welling up in his chest. His jaw clenched. "I don’t need your pity, okay?! Stop acting like I need your damn help!" He said, raising his voice.

"So you're just not going to tell me anything then?" I said as Kenji closed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slumping once more. He looked defeated. As much as he tried to keep up the tough act, he just couldn’t. He was exhausted and tired..he just didn’t know how to explain everything to you without burdening you further.

"Look...it's not that I don’t want to tell you anything..it's just..”  He couldn’t look you in the eye, choosing to look down at the ground instead 

"Go on" I said, wanting him to continue on with what he was saying. Kenji’s jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against his leg anxiously.

 Where did he even start? He thought. He closed his eyes and opened them again, staring straight into yours “Promise me you won’t say anything…to anyone, alright?:

"Yes, of course I already know your ultraman, and I haven't told anyone," getting concerned about what he was going to say to me. Kenji relaxed slightly. He had to admit he did feel relief in the fact that you already knew. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. “I’m assuming you want the reason as to why I’ve been distant..correct?” Kenji sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache, and he hadn’t even started yet.. “It’ll be hard to explain, hell you might not even believe me but…”  He trailed off and sat down on the couch, motioning for you to do the same. 

I followed and sat next to him on the couch. "Kenji, you know that you can tell me anything, right?" Looking at his expression. Kenji nodded, staring down at his now clenched fists resting on his lap. He felt vulnerable, vulnerable, and terrified. Scared of what you’d think.  “I know, I know.. just..”  He swallowed his saliva, his throat suddenly feeling very dry  “Just listen, ok?” 

"Yes, of course I'll listen to whatever you say." Seeing how he was reacting, I know something major was happening to his life. Kenji breathed in slowly before exhaling. He knew he had to say it. He had no choice but to spit it out. It was better if you heard it from him rather than later.  “The reason…”  He swallowed nervously once more. “The reason I’ve been closed off and distant with you…is because I don't want you to hate me." His voice began to tremble. 

"Kenji, I would never take you no matter what happens." Seeing him like this broke my heart, knowing he was suffering, and i wasn't there to console him. Kenji shut his eyes even tighter, his body trembling as he fought the tears that welled up behind his eyelids. God, he was so pathetic. He was on the verge of tears again, and this time, his resolve finally broke. The dam of tears broke and poured down his cheeks like a waterfall as he choked out a broken response. “You’d say that now…but you won’t when you find out the truth..”

I look at Kenji and grab his hand. Kenji’s lip quivered as he felt your hand grab his, the touch of your skin against his was suddenly too much for him. He looked at you with tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy. “Damnit..”  He muttered, using his other hand to wipe away tears, but they just kept coming.. he hated how damn emotional he felt, and yet at the same time, it felt like a relief in a way.. 

"Kenji, I'm going to be here for you no matter what, so tell me so I can understand and help you, kenji."  Kenji’s heart twisted. Your words only made him feel guilty. He didn’t deserve the kindness you were giving to him, but yet here you were. Willing to listen to his story. He looked down at your hand that was holding his and gently squeezed it, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his. He swallowed hard and nodded, knowing he didn’t have a choice. He had to say it.. “Okay..okay you wanna know the truth?”

Kenji took a deep breath. This was it. There was no turning back now. He gently pulled his hand away from yours and ran a hand through his raven hair. His voice went quiet, and it was shaky as he spoke. “Please..promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. This can’t leave this room..” 

"Yes, of course I promise kenji," giving his hand a squeeze to comfort him.  Kenji closed his eyes and slowly took another breath, steeling himself to say what he knew would change everything. He clenched the couch in his fists, the soft material of the couch bunched up beneath his strong hands “Okay..here it goes…” Kenji’s chest tightened, and his heart raced. He swallowed once more before he spoke, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. “My mom.. passed away a couple of years ago..”

I stay quiet and just listen to him and what he has to say. Kenji’s eyes began to water as he recalled the memory of losing his mother. It had left a permanent scar in his heart, one that he knew would never heal. He cursed silently under his breath, squeezing the fabric of his jeans. " She was the most important person in my life. My rock..so when I lost her, it hurt like hell. And the pain didn’t go away..not even to this day..”  

" I know how hard it can be on you. You loved her very much, and she loved you, but she wouldn't want to see you crying like this. "  Kenji knew you were right. Every word you said was right. His mama wouldn’t want to see him this wreck. That was for certain, but he couldn’t help it. The pain was too damn much, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had finally reached his limit...“Why, why did she have to pass away? I just don’t understand..” He whispered, his voice cracking as he looked down at the floor, fresh tears falling down his face.

" Sometimes life doesn't go the way everyone wants it. There are going to be times when you just want to disappear from this world. But you know it's not your fault or anyone's. She loved you very much more than you think. It's okay to feel like this. You are human, too. You don't need to act strong just because you are ultraman. "  Kenji nodded, listening to your words. Sometimes, he was so used to acting tough and strong that he forgot he was just a regular person with emotions. He felt silly having a miniature breakdown, but at the same time, he felt relieved. After all, he hadn’t shared this pain with anyone before..

 He swallowed hard, looking down at his lap “I know..it’s just sometimes the pain gets too much, and I wonder why it had to happen to me. I miss her so much. Some days, I'm feel like I’m going to go crazy..”

"I know you do. I miss her, and she was like a second mom to me. Remember when she would have those game days when we were little, and she would cheer for you." Recalling those memories that we had shared together with his mom.  Kenji chuckled as the memories came flooding back. The game days, they were always his favorite…he couldn’t believe you remembered them too. He smiled warmly, his dark eyes gleaming with sadness.

“Yea I remember…we would get so rowdy that sometimes it would get out of hand, and we’d get in trouble. I swear I’ll never forget that time when we both broke the vase…and mom yelled at us like hell..”

"You have many fun and happy memories with her. She always wanted you to be happy."  Kenji nodded, the corners of his mouth curving into a small smile. There were many happy memories, and he had to admit that. His mind began to recall one after another.. their laughs, their games, their fun days…but as quickly as those happy memories came, the pain came rushing back.  “I know.. I know she wanted me to be happy, but hell. It’s just so damn hard without her..”

"It's okay to feel like that, but you can't just push everyone that cares about you away," I said, looking at him and how he was quiet. Kenji stayed silent, his eyes downcast once more. Deep down, he knew it was true. Every word you said was true. But he didn’t know why he was so scared of accepting it. The thought of losing someone again, the thought of losing you.. “You’re right..but look where it gets me..I’m just a wreck..”

"I'm here for you to lean on me," I said, knowing that no matter what, I was going to stay by his side.  Kenji looked up at you once more, his jaw tensing. A part of him wanted to keep pushing you away and hide his vulnerability away.. but the other part just wanted to pull you into his arms and not let go. “Why? Why are you still here? Why are you still bothering me..? I’ve been nothing but a jerk to you..” 

"I don't know, I've been with you my whole life. You're someone precious to me, and I don't want that precious someone to suffer in front of me, " I said, smiling at him.   Kenji’s lip trembled, your words of kindness overwhelming him. He had a feeling you’d say something cheesy like that..yet at the same time, it was just the truth. You stuck by his side through everything, and he realized how many times he probably took your friendship for granted.. “Damnit..”  He muttered quietly, looking off to the side. “You’re far too nice for your own good, you know that?” 

"Really!? I think I'm just doing the right thing. " I said while laughing.  Kenji rolled his eyes and managed a small laugh in response to yours. Your optimism always got the best of him, even in the darkest of times. But deep down, he felt grateful. I am grateful that you hadn’t given up on him, even when he had pushed you away. “Yea yea you’re always right like the smartass you are..”  He said, shoving your shoulder lightly. 

"Don't call me that," I said while flicking his for heard with my finger.  Kenji flinched when you flicked his forehead, rubbing the spot and pouting at you. He huffed and folded his arms across his chest, scowling at you. "Ow damn’t..” He grumbled, his lips twitching in an almost smile* “Oh come on, you know you love me calling you that." I slightly blushed at this but looked the other way so he couldn't see. 

"Ya ya, whatever, so are you going to keep pushing me away?" I asked, looking at him for a reply. *Kenji stayed quiet for a few moments, his mind racing as he tried to come up with some snarky retort, but the words got lost somewhere in his throat. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, admitting his defeat* 

“No, No I’m not going to keep pushing you away..”  He said, his voice quiet. “It was stupid of me, anyway. You’re right, I’ve been a jerk and I’m sorry..”  He looks down at his lap. "Wow, the infamous kenji Sato said sorry to sorry one," I said, smirking. *Kenji rolled his eyes and huffed, smacking your shoulder this time* 

“You’re lucky I’m being nice right now, or I’d knock that smirk right off your face..”  He scowled half-heartedly, his dark eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. Despite his rough exterior, the truth was that he really missed this. Missed being around you like this...

"So are you going to tell me why you smell like fish and barf?" I said, looking at him up and down.  Kenji froze in shock. 

“Ah crap..”

[bitter-hibiscus]

what are some of your favorite robin jason headcanons

ARGH DONT GET ME STARTED---

Commissioner Gordon isn't allowed to smoke around Robin!Jason. He WILL make puppydog eyes the entire night to try and get commish to give him one

He's the only Robin who's allowed the aud in the Batmobile because he shares Bruce's music taste

Since his room in the manor is Dick's old one, he found Dick's old Flying Graysons poster and taped it above his bed. He uses it as motivation for Robin because if Dick can still be good despite the tragedy of the Graysons then he can too

Selina is his favorite "family" member because she took him to Wildcat's boxing ring the first time they went out together AND she's the only one in that buys him batburgers

He only cooks for himself, because cooking for Bruce makes him think of Catherine's last years :)

He has a huge scar from his lip to his left eye from where Willis' wedding ring caught on his skin once

His favorite book is The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

He spends his first two months in the manor sleeping in the closet instead of the bed

His shower in the Batcave has a bird print on the curtain (when he comes back as Red Hood, it's changed to a fox print)

Jason loves anything chocolate and hates anything strawberry EXCEPT for shortcake. Alfred makes brownies very often

Jason took a knife from the kitchen the day he moved into the manor and hid it under his pillow. Bruce knows but never asked him to give it back. Jason puts it back in the kitchen on the 3 month mark

Jason never has any money despite his allowance being hundreds of dollars because he just leaves them in his childhood friends (Max, Numbers, etc) bedrooms every time

Eddie comes over once every 2-ish months and the first time he's there and Dick comes over Dick is CONVINCED Bruce got another one. Jason runs with it and almost convinces Alfred that Eddie is his new brother

Jason has a winter version of the Robin uniform and the cape has 1) a hood and 2) fur lining. He has to replace it often because he gives it to homeless kids as a blanket more often than not. Bruce is glad to buy him new ones

If he goes to Crime Alley as a civilian, every single crook will ask him if he's "Willis' boy" because when he was still alive, Willis couldn't go more than 10 minutes without telling his coworkers about his little prince

Jason uses a leave-on conditioner for his curls that Dick recommended him. It smells like oranges, and becomes the scent that Bruce associates with him

His favorite piece of clothing is a dark red sweater with two yellow stripes that Clark sent to him for his birthday

Speaking of Clark, his Superman autograph is framed on the wall in his room

He makes friendship bracelets when he's bored!! Most of them he gives to children he rescues as Robin (it becomes Gotham Culture to compare how many Robin friendship bracelets you have. The record is 23). The ones he doesn't give to victims are usually given to Rena or Eddie (and, in one rare occasion, to Bruce. it says "Spooky." Bruce still wears it after Jason comes back)

Robin Jason looks like a doll. He has an up-tipped button nose and eyes three times the size they ought to be, big eyelashes and cupids bow lips. He looks like Sheila as Robin, and like Willis as Red Hood

He has a tattoo in the shape of a batarang on his shoulder because of Willis (which I've written about here)

Okay i just realized how long this is oh my god. I didn't even make a DENT on my Robin Jason headcanons. god help me

[masonmontz]

hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

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“Mason, what the heck is Lewis doing here??” You asked when you saw his brother walking towards the two of you. You were at the airport waiting for the car that would take you to the villa. Mason organized your vacation and it would be a great summer in Greece, you've never been there and Mason promised he'd take you. 

The plans are to spend ten days in Greece and another ten days in Italy, then return home to enjoy the last few days lazily in bed. You know that his family already went on vacation three days ago, but you realized that he never mentioned their destination.

“Well, he's on vacation, just like us.” 

“Alright, maybe you forgot to mention that it's a family trip?” You asked him in an angry voice, and he gulped seeing that you don't like it. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”

“Y/N, please, don’t be like that.” He cupped your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “That's why I didn't say anything, you would never come if you knew.” 

“It's because I don't want to disturb your family trip, I feel like an intruder.” 

“Don’t say that, you are my girlfriend now and they can wait to meet you.” He gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead. “And now you’re part of the family too.” 

“Hey guys, finally.” Lewis arrived excited and you immediately hugged him. You've known him for a few months now but have avoided meeting the rest of Mason's family. What if they don’t like you? You would rather die. Definitely. “Everyone is excited to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Did you tell them I was coming?” You asked Mason, pretending to cry. 

“My mom is excited to meet you and she wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't bring you.” He said as he takes your bags, then Lewis leads you to the car.

“The kids are excited to play with Uncle Masey.” You couldn't help but smile hearing that. Mason was totally in love with his nephew and nieces and you knew he missed them all because he talked about the kids to you all the time. 

“I miss them all.” 

You were nervous, your hands were sweating and shaking and your heart was racing. The way to the villa wasn't long and you talked a lot while you didn't get there, but as soon as the car stopped, you felt your stomach hurt with anxiety. You've met other boyfriends' families before, but it was the first time you wanted them to like you. With others, you didn't care if their mothers liked you, even if they all did in the end.

Mason got out of the car and helped you out, while Lewis took off your bags and set them aside. You heard the kids laughing and playing and you heard the sound of someone jumping into the pool. 

“Hey, they will love you as much as I do, don't be nervous.” Mason said to you as Lewis went up the stairs to the house. He holds your hand and squeezes, leaving a kiss on your palm, pulling you in for a kiss afterwards. “Summer is already in love with you and she doesn't even know you.” 

“I can't help it.” You said and hugged him, placing your head on his chest. “My hands are sweaty.” 

“Come on, let's go in.” Mason told you and pulled you into the house. He couldn’t stop smiling as he heard everyone laughing and talking loudly, almost running to the pool area where everyone was. “C’mon, Y/N.”

Mason took advantage of the fact that he was wearing summer clothes and took off his shirt and sneakers, left his phone on a table and ran to the pool, jumping in. You could see them all cheering as they watched Uncle Mason run and jump in the pool with them, and you heard his mom and sister complaining as the water splashed everywhere.

You stood at the door after observing the house, which is beautiful and spacious. His mother and sisters were lying on the sun loungers soaking up the sun, and you could see his father, his brothers-in-law and his big brother chatting in the shade while they drank something. You smiled when you saw Summer and Poppy quickly swimming towards Mason, hugging him and talking to him, also begging their uncle to play with them. Harley was getting ready to jump in and yell for Mason to watch him, so he stopped and watched his nephew jump into the pool, trying to repeat what his uncle just did.

Debbie looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, so she quickly gets up and walks over to you with a smile. 

“Oh, Y/N, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” She said and you smiled at her caring voice. “I've waited so long for this, look, you're so beautiful.”

“Hello Debbie, nice to meet you.” You said and felt your cheeks turn red, but she pulled you into a tight hug and you felt relief throughout your body. “I'm sorry it took me so long to get to know you, it was my fault.”

“Don't worry darling, I'm happy to meet you. We have a lot to talk about, don't we? But let me introduce you to the others.”

Mason got out of the pool and stands by your side as Debbie introduces you to Jaz and Stacey, they both laughed with you and were friendly, so you wondered why you were scared to meet his family. After you greet everyone and talk a little, Jaz took you to the room so you can see the two sleeping babies, Mila and Honey, Mason's youngest nieces. They look adorable and you couldn’t help but smile, they look comfortable and you wish you had a lazy life like them.

Jaz told you to put on your bikini to enjoy the afternoon with them, so you went back to the living room to get your suitcase and she took you to your and Mason's room. You gasped at the view from the room. It's on the second floor of the house and you can only see the ocean in your view. The big bed in the middle of the room seemed softer than yours, you could see a bathroom with a bathtub and a view of the sea too.

“Wow, look at this.” Jaz agreed and laughed at your reaction. “I have never seen such a beautiful view.” 

“I'm jealous of your room, to be honest.” Jaz said and you smiled at her as you opened your suitcase, looking for a bikini. “But it's only fair that you guys have the best view since Mason paid for the house.” 

“He didn't even tell me it would be a family vacation, I thought it would just be the two of us. But I'm glad I finally met you guys and I'm excited for the next few days.” 

“Get changed and come enjoy the pool with us.” 

Since you thought the vacation would be just the two of you, you didn't find any appropriate clothes to wear. It all felt bold and you weren't sure if you should wear something like that in front of his family, but you decided to put on a black bikini, the most common one you brought, just to avoid any embarrassment.

You walked down the stairs and they were all talking, as soon as Mason saw you he called you to his side, but as soon as you got close he pulled you to sit on his thigh. Debbie was smiling at you and you blushed when Mason left a kiss on your shoulder.

“You are beautiful love.” You smiled at him. 

“We need to go shopping.” He looked at you confused and you shrugged. “I don't think my bikinis are decent to wear in front of your parents.”

“Don’t be silly.” He looked around and when he saw that no one was looking, he put his hand on your thigh. “You look sexy as hell.”

“Wait until you see the bathtub in our room.”

“You're kidding me, right?” you could see his mischievous smile and you placed your hand on the back of his head, stroking. “Are you serious? Do we have a bathtub?”

“Yes, and with a view of the ocean.”

“Someone save me please.” He leaned his forehead against you and you laughed at his reaction. “We are definitely not leaving that room.”

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“Summer, please, uncle Masey and auntie Y/N need to sleep, baby.” Jaz tried to convince Summer to get off Mason's lap. He has played several games with her, Poppy and Harley and after that, they were coloring. Poppy and Harley were ready for bed and Jaz had been trying to talk to Summer for a few minutes. “Look, Poppy and Harley are ready to bed and you'll sleep together, just like a sleepover. What do you think?” 

You smiled when you saw Summer got interested in the idea of ​​sleeping with her cousins, so she got off Mason's lap and headed towards her mother. Poppy was lying on the couch next to you and ended up cuddling up to you, resting her head on your arm. Mila was sleeping in your arms after her bottle and Mason couldn't stop looking at you with a baby in your arms.

As much as you wanted to keep holding her, you were sleepy and you could see that Mason was sleepy too because of the long day and hours of flying. Jaz's husband came over and picked up Mila, taking her to the bedroom while Stacey picked up Poppy. 

Everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms, leaving you and Mason alone in the living room sitting on the couch. The wind came in and you felt it on your face, smiling to yourself when you felt Mason pull you against him.

“Is it too late for a bath?” 

“I think it's the right time, to be honest.”

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“I never want to go back to England.” You said with your eyes closed, feeling Mason's hands run down your body while the two of you are in the bathtub. Mason is leaning against the bathtub and you are between his legs, laying on his chest. “Sun, beach and a bathtub? What more could I want?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” Mason spoke and ran his hand over your skin, bringing it to your nipple. You shivered at his touch, knowing he begged you to get into the bath naked for a reason. “But I would like one more thing.”

“What else?”

“I would like hot sex for a few hours.” You laughed and moved, kneeling in the bathtub facing him. “This would be my perfect day.”

“Would you like to add something?” You kissed his neck, then he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Do you think they will hear any noise?”

“I don’t think so.” Mason groans when you ran your hand over his chest, scratching it with your nails. “Please, baby, give me a ride here.”

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“Did you sleep well?” Debbie asked during breakfast the next day, so you glanced over at Mason and saw him give her a smile. “Did you like the room?”

“Yes, Mom, we slept very well.” You agreed with him, remembering that you only slept a few hours because you decided to spend hours awake having fun in the bathtub and the big bed. No matter how little you slept, you feel renewed. “Y/N loved the bathtub.”

You choked on your food when you heard him, feeling your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Lewis started laughing to himself on the couch when he realized what Mason had said, but luckily no one else noticed his mischievous tone. 

“Auntie Y/N, can you go to the pool with me and Poppy today?” Summer asked you and you agreed, smiling at her.

“Sure, but what do you think about going to the beach and then the pool?”

Hours later, you were lying next to Mason on a sun lounger on the beach in Mykonos, just watching the sea and the sound of the waves as you listened to them talk around you. Mason ran his hands through your hair and sometimes left a few kisses on your lips.

“I told you they would love you, didn't I?”

“You said. I loved meeting them too, thank you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Mase.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hump day, wooooo.

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Strange how you never found comfort at home. Well, it never felt like one for you. You were always just a hanger-on. A burden. 

As you enter your grandma's house, you can't help but exhale the tension you've been holding in. She's in her chair, reading, not a word at your arrival. You go into the kitchen, set on eating the frozen meal you lost your appetite for the other night. 

You peel back the corner on the tray and shove it in the microwave. As you shut the door, you nearly wince at the unexpected figure in the doorway. You don't know if you're really surprised or if Andy has you jumpy. Both. 

"Want some coffee?" You offer your grandmother, hoping to appease her. "Tea?" 

She grumbles and waves you off, shuffling across the tile in her slippers. She crosses her arms and her lip sticks out, "nice of that man to come all the way down here like that." 

You turn your attention back to the countdown and shrug, "yeah." 

"He didn't need to just for all that. For you, did he?" She prompts. Her interest both irks and worries you. She never cared about anything. "And after losing his family." 

"Right, yeah, it's tough," you twiddle your fingers at your side. 

"Don't sound so heartbroken," she scoffs, "Christ, wasn't that boy you're friend?" 

You face her as the microwave beeps, "grandma..." you can't tell her. If she even bothered to listen, she wouldn't believe you. She doesn't even know Andy and she's already taking his side. Typical. "Yeah, I'm sad. Guess I'm a bit in shock." 

You turn back and take the too hot tray out, holding back a hiss at the singe in your fingertips. You spin and cross the kitchen to grab a fork. Your grandma huffs and putters after you.  

"He sent them flowers," she says. 

You stir the noodles and cheese, "he did." 

"Fancy. Expensive." 

You don't really get why she's still harping on. She didn't put so much mind to your prom or graduation or even when you got your job. Yet you can't be surprised where she's strayed; she's always been on you about money.  

"Seems to me he's a bit lost," she says, "you're..." she weighs her words before she speaks, something she rarely does, "maybe he's tryna find some direction. He might... might wanna take care of ya." 

"Huh?" You make a face and glance at her from the corner of you eye. 

"Like, I dunno, I watch those talk shows, grief is something nasty. I would know," she goes on. You can't remember the last time you heard her talk so much. "He only got-- had the one kid. You're about the same age... maybe he's tryna, I dunno, replace what he lost." 

You nearly laugh in her face. Really? This is what she cares about? You stare at her and furrow your nose. You could tell her. You could try. She's listening. For once.  

"I don't think... it's not... I'm not his responsibility and I don't wanna be." 

"You're barely your own responsibility," she sneers, "can't see a good thing in front of you." 

"Grandma--" 

"Well? Pretty sure there's more where those flowers came from," he tuts, "you got a few hard lessons to learn, girlie. 

You look down at the macaroni. You're not hungry anymore. You grab the tray and walk away. 

"Yeah, well, maybe you shoulda tried to teach me some, huh?" You toss over your shoulder and stomp out of the kitchen. 

You go into your room and kick your door shut. How is he doing this? How is everyone, even a woman who hasn't lived in reality for twenty years, on his side? 

You put the tray and fork down and go to the other side of the bed. You sit facing the window and drop your head into your hands. The only person you have is too far away. Besides, you don't want to drag her into this. Not any more than you already have. 

🎮

For once, you’re anxious to get to work. You welcome the distraction from everything else; debt, grandma, and the biggest problem of all, the one you won’t even name. You stroll up to the ice cream booth as Luis stands outside the window, chatting to Jessie as she stands at her vigil inside. You frown. You don’t see the manager often. Only when he hired you. 

“Ah, there she is,” Luis spots you and waves you over, “right on time.” 

As he checks his watch you pull out your phone. You’re early, like always. His presence is more than a coincidence. You have this ripply feeling in your stomach. You black your phone and cross your arms, hiding it under your elbow. 

“Hi, how’s everything going?” You ask as you approach the kiosk. 

“Everything’s great,” Luis smirks, “sunshine’s out, customers too.” 

You glance around. The picnic tables are mostly full. It is the perfect weather for a scoop. 

“Yeah, gonna be a busy shift,” you pander with a smile. 

“Hey,” Luis wags his finger as if remembering something, “before you start, let’s have a chat.” 

“Oh, alright,” you agree. 

He waves you away from the window as more customers approach. You follow him to one of the tables. You wait for him to sit before you do the same. He looks around from behind his black lenses and tilts to reach into his back pocket. He slides out his phone and brings it forward to cradle in both hands. 

“So uh, how are you liking it? The work?” He asks. 

You’re uneasy. You stare at his cell then look him in the face. 

“It’s good. Steady,” you answer as you keep your own phone in your lap. 

“Mhmm,” he hums and once more glances around, “look, this is never easy but I got a complaint--” 

You blink slowly. You’re not surprised. You figured it would happen. Still, you thought maybe Andy might be above that. Or anything at all. 

“Obviously, I take these things seriously. This business is all about customer service, especially with the Dairy Queen down the block,” he explains, “but I do try to give the benefit of the doubt. I checked the cameras.” He pauses for effect as you shrink down, “you closed the window.” 

You sigh and heave out a breath, “I did.” 

“You know we don’t do that,” he reprimands. 

“Sir, I know but... the customer... he wasn’t a customer. He’s... bothering me.” 

He pokes his tongue into his cheek and scratches his neck, “oh? Didn’t look like that type. When I spoke to him, he didn’t even seem upset. He just asked me to check in, really, but it’s not his shop. He don’t gotta worry about the bottom line. I do.” 

“It won’t happen again,” you wisp out. 

“I know it won’t,” he says. 

You sit, waiting for him to continue. He just stares at you. You shake your head. No. 

“Sorry, I gotta let you go.” 

“What? It’s my first complaint--” 

“This is an ice cream shop, how many of those do you think we get? Not very hard to keep the people happy so if you’re getting unhappy customers, well, that’s all I need to know.” 

“Please, Luis, I need this job--” 

“Shouldn’t have closed the window. I’m sorry. That’s the one rule.’ 

“God, I--” you huff and snarl, “whatever. Fine.” You stand and untie your apron, “get your bottom line.” 

You toss the apron on the table and swipe up your bag. You turn without waiting for another empty apology. Fuck. It’s shitty but hey, there’s always the DQ and now you have experience, right? 

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You fill out an application for the Dairy Queen and a few other places. Your job hunt has been chronic as it is. It’s only that your search for a second gig, is now back to square one. You have only your last check coming to you before you’re digging into your meagre savings; the money meant for tuition. 

Your grandma is back to living in her novels. Good. You didn’t realise until before how much you preferred it. 

As you close yourself in your room, your phone vibrates. You look down at the message. It’s him. He’s been messaging, still thinking he might talk you into it. He is a lawyer but this isn’t his court. This is your life. 

How pathetic. A grown man meddling in the affairs of a nineteen-year-old. If you could let go of the catfishing, everything else has assured you of his character. You flop onto your bed and swipe away his texts. 

You wallow there for a while. In self-pity, in futility, in listlessness. You don’t know what to do. Everything is at a standstill. You have no job, you don’t know if you can pay for next semester, let alone the year, and you’re stuck in this deadbeat town. 

You put on a video to try to drown out the incessant anxiety. Today, you’re just going to let yourself sink. You can deal with everything tomorrow. You close your eyes and yawn, drifting into a haze that makes your head fuzzy. 

You’re roused by another vibe of your phone. You ignore it. He’s not going to get an answer. He can keep skirting around your blocks but you’re not wasting your energy. You’ve told him enough times to leave you alone. He has to get bored eventually. 

You roll over and bury your head in the pillow. You hear your grandma clunking around in the kitchen. You hate this place. You hate your life. The more you think about it, you can’t deny how horrible it really is, especially in the shadow of your dwindling future. 

What did you do to deserve this? You’re a good person. At least, you’ve always tried to be. It feels like a lot of karma for that Twizzler you stole when you were eight. 

Your grandmother keeps up the racket and your phone keeps on buzzing. You flip over and sit up. You snatch up the phone and stop yourself from flicking your thumb sideways. It isn’t him. It’s Kara. You never did call her back. 

You answer and put her on speaker, “hey, sup?”  

“Hey,” her voice is shaky, “uh, I don’t know.” 

“What?” You sit up straighter, “is everything--” your voice trails off as you listen to the commotion on her end; chatter you can’t make out, movement obscured through the speaker, “what do you mean you don’t know?” 

“The cops are here,” she murmurs, “I don’t know. They just showed up. Said they got a call from the landlord or something. Cause it’s the property owner, they can just come in or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know...” Her voice quivers with panic, “me and Calvin were just hanging out...” 

“That’s... why would they--” 

“Shoot, I think...” she lowers her voice, “they must’ve found his stash. Shit, shit.” 

“Kara?” Your heart races as you try to keep track of what’s going. 

“Miss, can you please hang up the call? We need to question you,” a deep voice interjects. 

“One second, I’m just on the phone with--” 

“Miss, hang up or you’ll be charged with obstruction.” 

The line cuts and you gape at your phone. What the hell? You try to dial back, the call rolls through but doesn’t pick up. You try again and again. You get out of bed and pace, texting Kara helplessly. Shit, shit! How is this happening? Over what? A tiny dime bag? Everyone smokes, not that you’re the biggest fan. Too smelly for you. 

You put your hand to your forehead. What do you do? You can probably get a bus ticket. Even if you get to her, the bond is going to be way more than you can afford. You doubt you’ll even be able to scrape it together.  

Do you call her parents? No, they’d kill her, then she’d kill you. 

You shake as your legs turn to jello. You sit back down and close your eyes. Holy crap, this can’t be real.  

Your phone vibrates. It doesn’t stop. You look down at the incoming call. Unknown Caller. You’re not stupid. You know it’s him and his timing assures you he had something to do with this. This isn’t a coincidence. Those don’t exist. If there was any sort of luck in this world, you would have found some by now. 

“What?” You put the phone to your ear and snarl. 

“I can help your friend,” he says. 

You’re silent. You want to scream at him. You want to swear at him. You want to call him every nasty word you can. But this isn’t about you, not just you. You brought Kara into this mess, even if you never meant to. You won’t let her pay for your stupidity. 

“Meet me at Oxford and Maris. There’s a restaurant--” 

“Fine,” you snip and hang up. 

You lower your phone and shudder. He won. Given his career, he must be used to that. 

[jensensitive]

It's not always an easy thing to make breakfast in the morning when there's so many people around. Jostling for what exactly everyone's individual tastes are wanting that morning, or not wanting, or just how much coffee is left, or where the tea went, or who did the dishes last night and why there's stuff on your favorite mug. It's good though, he likes it. It feels right, having his family so close to bug him. He doesn't really like peace and quiet as much as he does the people he loves making themselves known in his life and routine. And the smell of coffee and feeling like it's a new day worth waking up for because everyone's there and alive. Right now it's just him and Sam in the kitchen, but your little brother being annoying is all just a part of it.

"You're like a middle aged divorced guy obsessed with his car, but without the excuse of ever actually having been married."

"Who wouldn't be obsessed with my Baby, she's hot as hell."

"She's never gonna love you back, Dean."

"Hey, that's not nice, I treat my girl right. Take her out on the town. Just last night, she and I went for a nice long drive, real romantic like."

Sam snorts.

Mary walks into the kitchen.

"Hey, mom, there's coffee if you want some. I'm doing pancakes, whether Sam wants 'em or not, you up for pancakes?"

"Always. I'm not gonna say no to pancakes."

"See, that's the right answer, Sam."

"Whatever, I just don't wanna throw up in the middle of my run."

"Seems like there's an easy solution to that where you still get pancakes," Dean quips.

Mary makes herself a cup of coffee at the kitched counter and grabs the milk beside Dean to put some in her mug.

Dean turns back from flipping the pancakes to look back at Sam. "Are you just bugging me about this because you've finally got a girlfriend so now you've got some kind of leg to stand on in how much of a loser I am?"

"Oh, I always had that leg to stand on."

"Sam." Mary chides.

"Sorry, Mom, I'm just messing around."

Dean smiles at Sam getting talked to. "He's just jealous of me and my girl and our long and loving commitment."

"Yeah, real jealous." Sam rolls his eyes. Dean is drinking his coffee, but he knows Sam is rolling his eyes.

"I took her out last night. " Dean offers a low whistle. "You should have seen her, man. Making heads turn left and right, she's still got it."

"Yes, she's so pretty, she's so hot, she's so stunningly blah blah blah, you understand how weird you sound, right?"

Mary smiles. "I think it's sweet. He really likes her. What did you guys do together last night."

Sam groans. "Not you too, come on."

"Took her out for a nice dive-in dinner, curly fires and a burger, with the tray that clips to the window of course, only the best for my girl."

"How romantic." Sam deadpans.

"Then we went for a nice long drive, just us and some Zeppelin, yknow. You gotta have some quality time."

Mary nods. "Your father and I used to do something very similar," Mary answers with a gleam in her eye.

"Yeah, see she gets it." Dean gestures from Sam to Mary.

"It's weird, you both are weird and I'm not participating in your perverse afflictions."

"Zeppelin never sounds better than on my Baby's tape deck."

"Yeah we know you really love a big deck." Sam snorts at himself.

"Yeah whatever." It's Dean's turn to roll his eyes.

Mary turns to him. "So what's her name, when am I gonna meet her?"

Sam starts coughing somewhere in the background.

Dean is just lost. "Huh? Who?"

"Your girlfriend. No pressure or anything, but I'd love to meet her, see who's stolen my son's heart."

Sam barks out a laugh. Dean just blinks. "Huh?"

"She thinks you were talking about an actual human woman, you weirdo." Sam spells out like he's a complete idiot. He might feel his ears turning bright red at the realisation.

"Oh," he chuckles awkwardly. "No, no woman."

"No, he doesn't date actual women anymore, only personified objects that he gives female pronouns."

"Dude, shut up, it's not that weird."

"He was talking about his car."

He should just say it. "Actually." Why shouldn't he just say what he's thinking. "Well, it wasn't just me and Baby, we might have drug Cas along, heh." He huffs at himself awkwardly. " I mean why would I need a girlfriend, I have Cas," he says it like he's joking, so he is. "And my Baby. What more could I want than that."

Sam just sighs deeply like he does when he doesn't think one of Dean's jokes is funny. Well, to be fair, it wasn't.

Mary just lays a hand on his on the counter. "You sound like you're happy." She smiles at him. "And I've already met Cas and Baby, so you don't even need to introduce me."

Sam is just shaking his head as if they're still joking, but Mary is looking at him, and actually seeing what he's saying. And he has to give her hug and try not to cry. "Thanks, mom."

[littlemissaddict]

I Don't Like You - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

This was based on a dream I had about Sam and Torrez teasing for being jealous over Bucky having a 'girlfriend' and they way of proving that I don't is a staring contest and after that I got as little carried away which you can see by the word count.

Word count: 4553 Warnings: Angst, jealousy, mentions of blood (nothing descriptive), not edited I think that's it but please let me know of anything else.

“You know I can’t make eye contact” she glares at Sam, unintentionally making eye contact with him where he sits across the table from her.

“You seem to be doing just fine now” he retorts with a smug grin on his face.

“Yeah well it’s easy to do with people I don’t like” she responds, trying not to let herself give in and laugh at his dramatics as he clutches a hand to his chest as he pitifully asks, ‘you don’t like me?’ Instead she settles on a roll of her eyes as she responds, “Not at the minute no”

“Should be easy for you then seeing as you ‘don’t like him” Torrez chimes in quoting her from just moments ago when they accused her of liking Bucky and being jealous that he has a girlfriend and their way of proving it, for her to hold eye contact with him for more than thirty seconds.

“I don’t and you two are just being childish” she huffs, knowing that there is no way she is getting out of it without doing as they ask and revealing her secret feelings for Bucky.

“We wouldn’t have to be like this if you’d just admit the crush you're harbouring on our resident super soldier” Sam pushes again.

“Resident super soldier? I thought that was Steve” she deflects, it’s a low blow to them all but she’s had enough.

“Don’t be a smart ass” Sam responds, all the light hearted foolery gone from moments before.

She sighs, giving in, “Fine let’s just get this over with” as she turns in her seat to face Bucky who has not said a word this entire time which seemed a little strange but then again it wasn’t as if said much anyway. Settling back into her seat as she still tries to feign control over the situation that has rapidly spiralled out of her control, she waits for Bucky to signal he's ready and then Sam's counting them in. 

With one final sigh she gives in and meets Bucky's eyes and as cliche as it sounds she can feel herself getting lost in the blue of them as the noise of the cafeteria seems muffled, even forgetting about Sam and Torrez watching the two of them intently. This is dangerous, she needs to pull away but then that would only confirm what they already know so she forces herself to hang in there until she's in the clear but then they breeze right through it. Neither she nor Bucky seem to hear Sam's countdown, nor when Torrez tells them they're done, it's only when Sam sticks a hand between them and interrupts their line of sight do they finally snap out of it.

She doesn't know if it's just her imagination but Bucky seems just as dazed as her as they blink the world back into focus, the noise around them resuming its original volume. “See I told you I didn't like him” she stutters out, her voice breaking as she rounds on their audience.

“No, no, nope you have just confirmed that you do if anything” Sam corrected her.

“No the bet was that I could hold eye contact if I didn't like him, I think you've had too many hits to the head and it's making you confused” she says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah but do you not feel the electricity between the two of you, I can feel it on the other side of the table” Torrez chimes in, drawing her attention from a smirking Sam, “Yeah, I uh think if I get any closer I'm literally going to get zapped” he adds with a laugh which Sam joins in on.

“You know what I don't need this” she huffs, flustered and embarrassed, avoiding looking at Bucky as she pushes her chair back and storms away from the table, ignoring the calls of her name from Sam.

In fact she avoids them for the next few days, which is a challenge since she's with them on missions but she disappears as soon as she gets the chance, not hanging around them for any longer than she has to. Until she has no choice.

“Okay intel says our target is going to be here tonight” Torrez reveals, sliding two invites across the table towards where she and Bucky stood. She didn't even need to look down at them to know it'd been some fancy party that would require them to dress the part, she'd read enough of the packet they'd been given on him to know it'd be his type of thing.

“Your job is to..”

“Let me guess we're going in undercover with some made up alias that you've managed to convince our target need to attend” she spoke, interrupting Torrez who was only trying to do his job and deliver the brief of the mission to them but the air between them was as tense now as it had been when she walked out on them last week.

“Yes and no, I'm not involved in this one” Sam reveals, his voice sounding strained as he adds, “You and Bucky are, you'll be undercover as a married couple interested in joining their enterprise”

“Married couple?” She choked out, he really had to be joking, “Surely you could have come up with something else” she added, directly her glare towards Torrez now as if she was blaming him for it.

Sam shook his head, “Our target has a certain special interest in the ladies, we need you to play into it” he explained.

“And him?” She asked, gesturing to Bucky at her side.

“He's needed because believe it or not he's more intimidating than either of us two” Sam replies motioning between himself and Torrez, “Plus he has the super soldier serum running through his veins and a metal arm, if it does go down hill you're gonna need him” he adds as if it's an afterthought but them he's sees the look on her face and knows exactly what she's going to try and argue. “He's more subtle than the wings and we can't sneak in any guns as there's a metal detector on the way in”

“Metal detector? He's got a fucking vibranium arm, how are you going to sneak that in?” She asks in disbelief and yeah she might be taking this too far but she's too far gone to even try and rein it back in.

“He's part of an experimental trial offering upgraded prosthetics to war veterans” Torrez states and finally she had no comeback as they really had thought of everything.

Her shoulders sagged, the fight went out of her as she realised that there was no way out of this, she was going to have to play nice with Bucky. “How much time do we have?” She asks.

“You'll be leaving in just under two hours” Sam confirms as he motions for Torrez to grab the bags hung on the wall opposite them, “Your outfits, you better hurry”

She stands in front of the full length mirror in the makeshift dressing room admiring the black floor length dress she'd been given. The high neckline that dropped into a deep v at the bottom of her back and the thigh high split on the right side of the dress, it had certainly been picked with care as it was sure to draw their targets attention.

And it seems Sam, Torrez and Bucky's as she met them back in the main room where Torrez had set up his surveillance equipment, ready to be their eyes and ears on the ground. Bucky moved to say something as she came to a stop in front of him, warmth flooding through her under his gaze. “Don't, let's just get this over with” she tells him, instead accepting the arm he offers her as they head out to the waiting car.

Bucky adjusts his tie as the car begins to drive, face scrunched up in discomfort as he fiddles with it. “Hey, here let me help?” She offers, sliding closer to him before he can even reply as she's seriously concerned he's going to manage to strangle himself with it from the way he's tugging on it. She reaches her hands up, sliding under the stark white collar to check the tie is not twisted before loosening the knot that rests at the base of his neck. “Better?” She asks after straightening the length of the tie and pulling her hands away from him, aware of his heavy gaze that had been on her since she slid across the leather seat to help him.

“Don't think it was wrong, just makes me feel claustrophobic wearing it” he grumbles slouching back into the seat.

“Then don't wear it” she suggests, they may be playing different parts tonight but if he can't learn to live with it then it has to go. They can't risk their target seeing through their façade just because Bucky can't cope with a tie, “dump it and undo the top few buttons, it looks hotter like that anyway” she shrugs casually as if she hadn't just hinted to Bucky that she found him hot.

He looks down at her contemplating her words and she thinks that he may just deal with it as he's dealt with worse things than a tie in his years but then his hands come up to the tie. “‘Happy wife, happy life’ that's what they say nowadays, right?” He asks as the tie falls from his neck and he focuses on undoing the top few buttons as she instructed.

“Yeah, guess so,” she replies, “doesn’t really apply to us though” she adds, feeling the need to remind him that they aren’t together so he can do what he pleases; it has nothing to do with her as long as it doesn’t compromise the mission.

They breeze through security checks, clearly having gotten Torrez’s memo about the ‘prosthetic’ and then they’re joining the party. She guides Bucky along to the bar where she flashes the server a wide smile. “I’ll have a gin and tonic and your finest whiskey please” she tells him with a wink as she hears Bucky grumble beside her.

“Do you really think now's the best time for a drink”

She smiles playfully up at him, batting her lashes as she pushes up on her toes so that she can lean into whisper into his ear. To anyone around the pair it would look like an intimate moment between lovers but really it’s just a ploy so that she can talk to him without anyone listening in, other than Sam and Torrez that is. “We need to play the part, blend in but I can get you a water if you’d prefer” she explains before pulling away, glad that he’s managed to hide his surprise at her sudden closeness.

The barman interrupts their little moment, setting the drinks down on the counter in front of them and their total. She bats her eyes yet again at Bucky who simply rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet to pay as she reaches for her drink and takes a sip as he hands the money over. Honestly she'd feel bad having him pay if she didn't know that he'd be compensated for it once the mission was completed, besides it wasn’t her fault she had nowhere to keep any money in the dress that had been chosen for her.

“Now what?” Bucky asks and she thinks it's mainly because she took charge to begin with that he thinks she has some idea of how the night will play out.

“We wait” she states, taking another sip of her drink as she scans the room for any sign of their target yet she finds none.

Time draws on and one drink turns into another, another that she tries to nurse for as long as she can without seeming suspicious as she can't afford to lose her head. She is slightly jealous of Bucky's tolerance to alcohol but then again he does have the advantage of the super soldier serum course through his veins but she can tell he's just as on edge as she is. They've been waiting too long with no sign of the man they came here for, in fact she was just about to suggest they call it when a woman approached them.

She felt Bucky tense beside her, his automatic instincts to protect kicking in as he slid an arm around her waist which seemed to settle him for the moment. The unnamed woman addresses them, well their aliases, and informs them that she had been sent by their target and if they'd like to follow her.

Both she and Bucky felt something was off and she could only hope that Sam would be ready with back up if they needed it. Following her through the crowd towards a door at the back of the hall they were in, she led them through a maze of hallways that she struggled to keep track of until they were led into a room where stood the man they had come here for.

“Ah come in, come in” he greeted the two of them, gesturing for them to take a seat on the plush chairs in front of him. “We have lots to discuss” he beamed, nodding to the woman they still didn't know the name of as she took her exit of the room and shut the door behind her. It did nothing to ease the tension both her and Bucky felt but they were trapped with nowhere to run. “Sorry for all the secrecy tonight but as you can well imagine our work is only known to a select few so it did come as a surprise to be sought out directly” he explained turning his attention back to him.

“Yes but you were highly recommended” she spoke, hoping to clear up any suspicions he may have as she forced her body to relax into the seat.

“So you said in your enquiry” he stated as he perched on the edge of the desk in front of her with barely a glance in Buckys direction but that was to be expected. “Though I don't understand how you came to find out about our operations here” he asked, leaning forward towards her.

She repeated the name of the guy they had busted that had identified him as the head of operations and that to pull the plug on it all they would need to take him out. “We were looking to expand our opportunities and he said that you may be able to help” she answered, laying it on thick that they needed his help in hopes of appealing to his ego.

“I could but you see there is one slight problem I have, you've come to me right after his arrest, now pardon me for the accusation but as you can well understand the last thing I need is the authorities butting their nose into things” he stated, a knowing look being thrown their way. “So as a protocol I did some digging into you two only to find nothing, so now you see that was your first mistake” he smirked, pushing from the table in favour of pacing in front of them as if he hadn't just revealed that he knew that their intentions were false. “Now imagine my surprise when I found out that the former Winter Soldier and a government agent wanted to meet with me, most would have declined but not me, I have a proposal for you both” he reveals, speaking to the both of them but his eyes never leave her as he comes to a stop in front of her.

Out of the corner of her eye she can see Bucky tense as he gets closer to her, ready to make a move if he even thinks about harming her but instead he reaches out a hand to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him. She rolls her eyes at how predictable his words were, “Why would we want to work for you?” She replies, her words laced with venom as she tries to pull her face from his hold.

He releases her face without complaint, “Well there’s the perks of the sale, being in charge of your own operations and,” he smirks, leaning in closer so that his mouth was by her ear, “for you sweet thing, we could work out a little something extra” he whispers before moving back to her face.

She grimaces at his words, watching as he leans into her, head angled in preparation to kiss her but she doesn’t let him get that far. She spits in his face, feeling a sense of relief as he pulls away, unable to hide his disgust as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. Though the look doesn’t last that long as his smirk returns, “Feisty, now I can see why the soldier likes you so much” he says finally turning his attention away from her and back to Bucky as if he’s just remembered he’s still in the room. When she follows his gaze, Bucky’s hands are gripping the armrest of the chair so hard that she’s surprised it’s not broken and his eyes are set hard against the man in front of them in a way she can only describe as a look to kill.

“Now of course you can say no but I’m afraid that won’t end well for either of you” he adds, almost as if it’s an afterthought as he moves away from the two of them to sit back against the desk.

Bucky speaks for the first time since they entered the room, “What makes you think it’ll end badly for us, like you said I’m the former Winter Soldier I’ve gotten out of worse than this”

The man in front of them chuckles, “Oh I’m sure you have but there’s one major difference this time you didn’t have your little girlfriend with you”

She see’s Bucky’s jaw tighten yet he doesn’t argue his words, “No but we do have back up” he counters which doesn’t even seem to phase their target.

“Oh right” he smiles, tapping his ear as he hints towards their in-ears and their contact with Sam and Torrez but now she thinks about it the two of them have been surprisingly quiet all evening. “That was your second mistake, once you entered the building they ceased to work, protocol you see” he simply shrugged.

The malfunction certainly didn’t go amiss with Sam and Torrez over in their makeshift control room, “When was the last time we heard from them?” Sam urged, one hand on the back of Torrezs' chair and the other on the table he sat at.

“Just before they entered, they must have some kind of communications blocker but we still have visual at least” he answered, bringing up on the screen the image of her and Bucky at the bar. “Doesn’t like him my ass, look at the two of them” he snickered watching her push up onto her toes to talk into Bucky’s ear, “and look at him, didn’t you say he had a girlfriend?” Torrez looks confused as he rounds on Sam.

Sam sighs, “Just a wind up to push them together but we’ve got more important things to worry about now, like whoever this is” he reminds Torrez as he points to the woman approaching the pair on screen. “Can you follow them?” Sam asks as Torrez nods, his fingers moving against the keyboard as he switches between the cameras to follow them to wherever they are being led.

He follows them through the maze of corridors, only losing sight of them when they enter the room at the end of the corridor and they can only watch helplessly when the woman leaves the room again without them. “Can you figure out where in the building they are?” Sam questions, moving around behind him.

“Why? You going in?” Torrez questions, trying to figure out how Sam could possibly sneak past the beefed up security.

“No, I’m sending in Red Wing” he replies, already having Red Wing ready and waiting for instructions. With no more questions to ask Torrez gets to work finding their location in the building within minutes and sending it to Sam.

It takes longer than Sam would like for Red Wing to find the window into the room where he can see her and Bucky seated in front of their target who has his back to the window, thankfully. It also seems that she and Bucky miss his presence as well which works out better for him by giving him the element of surprise but more importantly he can hear what's being said in the room.

“Now if you’ve made your decision because I have a party to get too”

Sam sees him move his hand to press a button, to what he assumes is connected to his goons to let them know to come in, not that Sam was willing to take that chance. Without a second thought he engaged Red Wings targeting system so as to lessen the chance of hitting the other two in the room.

At the first sound of the shattering Bucky was quick off the chair and pulling her into him so he could use his body to shield her from any stray bullets as neither of them knew what was happening, let alone that it was Sam coming to save them. The sound of the bullets drew in the guards who came running straight into the bullets and ending up as the same fate of their master. Once the bullets stopped and there were no more guards appearing did Bucky finally peek out to see none other than Red Wing hovering by the window. Moments later the sound of the fire alarm going off drew the both of them to their senses, “We have to get out of here” she urges, tugging on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky follows without complaint, taking her hand and taking off through the door and through the hallways that he’d memorised on the way here knowing that they would probably have to make a quick getaway and they couldn’t afford to get lost in the maze.

“Wait Bucky, need to get these heels off” she panted next to him, running was not her favourite thing but running in stilettos was definitely at the top of the list of least favourite things to do.

“No time” he stated, reaching for her and hoisting her up over his shoulder as she shrieked in surprise as he took off running again.

When they made it back to the main hall where guests were still evacuating, he placed her back onto her feet and led her into the crowd of people as they tried to blend in to make their way outside. Thankfully Sam had their driver waiting for them and only once they were in the safety of the car away from the chaos did they finally breathe a sigh of release.

Bucky turned to her, eyes skimming over her body, “Are you okay? No cuts, no blood?” he questioned as she looked down at her body.

“I think I’m good,” she confirmed, “you?” She added turning her attention back to him and noticing the tears in his jacket, probably from where he pulled them both to the floor covered in the broken glass but otherwise he looked unharmed.

“Don’t need to worry about me doll, I’ve been through worse” he chuckles and she doesn’t appreciate that he doesn’t seem to care for his own well being after that but that was something to discuss another time.

“Hey, thank you for protecting me back there” she says, softly leaning against his side instead of looking at him because she didn’t think she’d be able to hide her feelings from him.

Bucky wraps an arm around her, holding her close, “No need to thank me, that’s what I was there for, remember” he smiles down at her.

“I’m serious Buck, I’ve been awful to you for the past week and you haven’t done anything wrong, I’m sorry” she pouts pulling away from him so that he can see that she really does mean it, she’s just too scared to admit that she likes him.

Bucky’s face softens, “I get it, really and I don’t blame you, the others pushed you to do something you were uncomfortable with just to prove a point that didn’t need proving,” he speaks with a sad smile on his face, “I’m sorry I didn’t stop them” he adds, reaching over to cup her cheek but it all feels oddly intimate for someone who supposedly already has a girlfriend, but she blocks it out as she automatically leans into his touch.

“You don’t, not really, I don’t dislike you quite the opposite but it doesn’t really matter because you’re already taken” she sighs, finally coming to her senses and pulling away from his touch. Bucky doesn’t respond as she pulls away, her head leaning back against the headrest as she closes her eyes to block it all out. She knows it’s because she’s messed up by confessing to him and that it’s only going to make their team even more awkward than she’s already made for the past week. In fact she’s so lost in her own thoughts about maybe asking to transfer teams that she misses Bucky shifting beside her until she feels his breath against her face.

Opening her eyes she fights the urge to scream in surprise as she hadn’t expected him to be so close but she recovers just as quick, knowing that it’s Bucky, “You know I don’t actually have a girlfriend, right?” He questions, seriousness written all over his face that she believes him, “I’ve not even been looking because I’d already found her but I didn’t know she felt the same until now” he smiles as she stutters in surprise at his confession. Stutters that are silenced by the soft press of his lips against hers as he gives her the space to pull away if she wants but she doesn’t, instead she winds her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer as she presses harder against him, savouring the feeling of his lips and the knowledge that he feels the same.

They’re so lost in each other that they don’t even realise the car has stopped moving, they only realise when the car door opens and Sam’s voice sounds out of nowhere. “You don’t like him, huh?” he teases, thankful that his friends are back in one piece. 

She groans as they pull away from each other and Bucky, already having had enough of Sam, pushes his flesh hand into Sam’s face and uses that to push him away from the door so they can get out. Sam’s laughing as they get out of the car and despite his teasing, he’s happy that the two of them finally got together, even if it meant he’d have to probably break up multiple make out sessions while they’re on future missions.

[obsessedwrhys]

Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT where April saves the reader (gender-neutral) from being kidnapped by a Yokai and brings the reader to the hideout without telling the turtles? What would their reaction be?

MEETING THE BROTHERS FOR THE FIRST TIME

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, bit of angst? Reader is gn!! (Sorry this was rushed ☹)

Background

What that Yokai wanted from you was unclear, you were simply on your way home when suddenly you found yourself to be cornered by a scary looking creature. All you knew was that it wasn't human.

It started shouting at you, demanding of something that you had stolen from them but you were unfamiliar with the description of the object they were after as you had no memory of coming across such item. It was when they lost their anger and about to lash at you, potentially taking you away, your classmate, April was able to jump to your rescue.

With the Yokai out cold, she grabbed your hand and began taking you somewhere. Somewhere she said will be safe for the both of you. However you didn't expect it to be the smelly odour of the sewers you would be hiding into. After a few walks and turns, you stumbled upon what seemed to be an underground lair. You were too astonished by the place to even notice the four creatures staring at you.

RAPH

Out of all of the brothers, he was quick to pull April aside and ask her why she thought it was a great idea to bring a random HUMAN into their secret lair.

It was when she explained how you were being targeted by a Yokai that caught his attention. You? Being targeted by a Yokai? What could a Yokai need from a human like you?

Despite his unease having a stranger in the lair, he decided to let you stay when April assured him you were a good person. If she trusts you enough then he'll trust you too.

Seeing how April explains to you this whole new world to you, he could only watch as your expression changes every second from the pure shock of all of this.

He had to admit, he had expected you to freak out and run away but surprisingly you approached him and his brothers to introduce yourself properly.

"My name's (Y/N), it's nice to meet you. April says you guys are the good guys" You'd say and he couldn't help but stare at you. You're not afraid of them??

After the events of that day, you'd come by often to understand this new world of Yokai better, also for the sake of understanding why you would be targeted by one in the first place.

You were kind, patient and not to mention respectful towards them. That's why he decided to offer you some self defense lessons to ensure you were capable of protecting yourself.

As the eldest and being the one bearing so much responsibilities, he appreciates it when you would take the time to hear his rants. Like he never thought he'd find someone who would just get how he feels.

You guys would definitely do relaxing activities together to calm your minds. He now finds it more fun when you're doing it with him.

Yoga, knitting, making tea? Count him in!!

That's why it comes easily that his uncertainty towards you would change. He'd feel himself starting to feel more comfortable around you, at the same he'd also be protective of you since he now considers you a close friend.

"If you ever need anything, I'm here for you, you can always count on me to be there"

LEO

The moment you came inside the lair, your presence had him raise his brows out of interest. Like who are you? And why are you here?

Second to Mikey, he would also approach you to introduce himself. He had to admit, he was just happy to befriend another human.

He literally didn't listen to a single thing to what Raph said about you, all he knew was that you needed safety and was being targeted by a Yokai. But hey, just because you're here to figure things out, that doesn't mean you can't make your stay fun at the same time!

He'd be all over you, like whatever it is that you're doing, he wants to include himself in it. But if you really need the privacy or concentration to do something, he'll back off.

Once you become his friend, be ready for the weekly rants about the different varieties of comics he'd finish reading. If you happen to do the same, he'd be glad to lend you his collection ONLY IF you return it without a scratch.

Honestly, I like to think that he's the one who constantly tries to get you in trouble with his crazy activities. That's because Raph will let him slide easily if you were involved. He likes to boast about how it's a 169 IQ strategy but what he doesn't realise is the pile of chores he'll have to do after every attempt.

He's aware of you being targeted by this unknown Yokai but that doesn't stop him from taking you to the Hidden City. He's a risk taker, what did you expect?

He has probably lost you once or more and it always costs him a lot of trouble to finally find you. Just imagine at the end of the day, he'd be begging you not to tell anyone about what happened because he's afraid of being lectured.

He definitely let's you play with his samurai swords if you ever asked. You once accidentally teleported one of Donnie's gadgets and you both agree to keep it a secret. Til this day on, he's still searching for it.

Also if you need someone to have fun with, he's the guy.

If you wanna skateboard with him, he'll gladly do so. If you don't know how to, he'll be patient in teaching you. His hands intertwined with yours to make sure you don't fall off.

To be fair he doesn't think much of your sudden appearance to the group, as long as you're cool and a genuinely nice person, you're welcomed to the club!

"If you ever need a BETTER company, I'm the man!!"

DONNIE

No way did April just let a random person in their lair as if it's thanksgiving.

He'd be conscious about you, watching your every move and every expression, anything to catch just a hint of bad intentions behind your sudden appearance.

When April was explaining your situation to Raph, he couldn't help but eavesdrop. You were almost kidnapped by a Yokai? Yikes. Why would someone do that?

Even though April reassures them how you are trustworthy, Donnie feels like he'll need to judge your character himself.

After the day you guys got to know each other, you would regularly drop by their place to stay for a while, your reason being either that you wanted to come by to chill or that you felt safer in the lair.

Personally Donnie would be invested in figuring out why you were targeted by a Yokai in the first place. If you're ready to talk about it, he'd question the night of the event to get some answers.

While he's on his computer doing his investigating, he wouldn't mind having you inside his room. Just don't break or touch any of his things. He can get frustrated when you move even just an inch of his stuff.

Since you are uncertain of your safety, Donnie would be willing to make a watch for you. It can track where you are and if you happen to be in an emergency, just one press on the emergency button and he'll instantly get the message.

He's not mean or anything but it takes a while for him to put down his guard around you. Once he does then it's like seeing a whole different side of him, he'd be much more chatty and smiling.

If you're sort of a nerd who likes to geek out then he's your pal to geek out with. Math, science, whatever that is a common interest between you both, he can go on for days if you dare challenge him.

To be honest I can see him being the type to sneak into school just to see what you're doing. Not in a stalking way but more of a, oh you need company that day because April isn't present? Or you have a school event and you want him to be there? He just wants to ensure your safety in case a Yokai somehow sneaks in, which is ironic since he's doing the exact same.

Clearly when you came to the lair for the first time he is very wary of you but after a few days of getting to know you personally, he realises how the misunderstanding led to a new friendship. He won't complain since you turned out to be an alright person.

"Oh great you're procrastinating again. GO BACK TO WORK!!"

MIKEY

His eyes lit up when he saw you entering the lair with April beside you. Its almost like an alarm went off in his head signalling "NEW FRIEND. NEW FRIEND" over and over again.

He was the first to approach you, he was introducing himself and talking about lots of nonsense. All you could make out was how he said he was thrilled to meet you and that he was excited to paint rainbows together (?). You were confused as you struggled to keep up with his pace of talking.

When Raph told him the tight situation you were in, he actually gasped, like audibly gasped. A Yokai tried to kidnap you? How could someone do that??

That's why he was willing to let you stay any time you needed. He didn't complain since that meant he gets to have some company.

He really does care about your safety so if you'd like, he would like to join you whenever you went out. If its in the morning then he'll be on the rooftops watching after you as you walked down the city. Anything to make you feel less anxious.

Speaking of anxiety, he'd offer to have you paint murals with him. The lair has plenty of walls for you to use so if you're an artist itching for some place to test out your skills, he knows just where is the perfect place.

Something also tells me he would like to create matching bracelets together. Yes, he's just that good at making new friends. He'll definitely make your beads your favourite colour while you do his signature orange.

He's so the type of friend to make sure you're always looking your best. You have something in your teeth? He'll tell you discreetly. Is your hair not hairing? Don't worry bro's a stylist.

He obviously tries to lift up your spirits as his brothers are busy helping you out. If you ever need someone to talk about your worries to, he's there to lend a shoulder. He'll have tissues ready if you happen to need a good cry.

Based on the details you shared about what happened, he can't help but come up with a theory that you could be some secret hybrid. Maybe you have some secret powers you're not aware? He once brought that theory to Donnie who immediately dismisses it.

But who knows, maybe he's onto something.

Nonetheless, he's just glad to have made a friend like you. Sometimes some good can come out of an unplanned surprise.

"You're my friend now!! We're gonna have soft tacos together 😊"

[wuucchoo]

Understanding Tsumiki and Megumi's relationship

Hey there! It's me, Megumi's defense attorney - here once more to defend my boy.

I've been seeing A LOT of people saying they cannot sympathize with Megumi's grief because they don't know Tsumiki that well. And although I would argue that you don't need to know the person who died for you to sympathize with the one who was left behind - I do understand what these people mean, i don't agree with them! But I understand why they think this. And yes, we dont know Tsumiki.

However, we first need to understand why gege chose to present Tsumiki this way. On a surface level, she can only be seen as 'the thing that would cause Megumi's downfall' - we dont know her thoughts, her ambitions, her real personality, anything really - except for what Megumi says about her. A 'textbook good person'.

And that's because she is a character that we were only able to see through someone else's eyes. We don't know Tsumiki, because Megumi doesn't know Tsumiki.

BUT WAIT!! What do I mean by that?

Before that though, I would like to say first! This doesn't mean that Megumi's love for her is diminished by this. Just because he doesn't know her doesn't mean he doesn't love her. Megumi cares about her more than anyone in his life, and that's a fact!

Now we can proceed! What does this mean? Let's look at this page from ch 56: origin of obedience:

This was a case that they have been investigating, and it is pretty damn close to Megumi's and Tsumiki's old school. And yet, the thought that Tsumiki might have went to the bridge with her classmates never crossed his mind. He doesnt know that Tsumiki is someone capable of breaking the rules, going against curfew, and joining her friends to go to a haunted bridge in the dead of night. This boy Megumi thinks his sister is a damn saint.

He put Tsumiki on a pedestal, and it resulted in her turning into nothing but the mold of a good person Megumi uses to judge other people. If a person is not Tsumiki-shaped, then they're not worth saving. ((Luckily for Yuuji, he IS Tsumiki-shaped lmao. But anyway!))

Truth be told, I used to think it sucks that we never knew Tsumiki outside of what Megumi says. I never felt bad when she died, I felt bad that Megumi's sister died. I felt bad FOR Megumi.

And now that I actually think on it, THAT was the exact point. We dont NEED to know Tsumiki, we only needed to see her through Megumi's eyes - and through that, understand that Megumi doesn't really know her that well.

It is something that Megumi have to mull over. Why did he keep Tsumiki at an arm's length despite how much he cares for her? Why is it so hard for him to let people in? Why is asking someone for help so difficult for him?

ITS BECAUSE OF THAT MFKER TOJI!!!! IM TELLING YA'LL!! /hj

Look at the face he was making in Toji's memory. That's a kid who shows his emotions outright. My boy is pouting (つ╥﹏╥)つ. But when Gojo met him, Megumi has become a total idgafker (at least on the outside). And thats not only because Gojo was a stranger - coz thats how he looks like when he talks to Tsumiki too. It's because he became that way when Toji left.

Anyway, my point is, due to Megumi's abandonment issues - he never let anyone in. EVER. Not even Tsumiki. Megumi put a wall between him and other people - for his own protection. The one who came a little bit close into breaking that wall is Yuuji (and we are yet to see how that goes).

And this is why, we as the readers are all detached from Tsumiki's character. Because we saw her through Megumi's eyes, who loves her and cares about her very, very much - yet despite that he never let her get too close. (っ- ‸ - ς)

If you read up to here, whats up! Thank you for reading! Feel free to counter it or anything, Im happy to discuss!

((also something to add: Megumi cares so much about Tsumiki because she's the first one who actively chose to stay - amidst all the people who left.

this was inspired by a great megumi character analysis i found on twitter:

read it if you have time! its really good!

[lightsoutnaway]

Can i request a Charles smut? Lets say that he's playing video games/streaming, and the reader is constantly complaining how he sucks at the game or doesn't play it properly, and he gets so pissed that he literally destroys her brains out until she's begging him to stop😊🙏 PS: I love your works❤

Attention

Thank you for this request! Sorry it took so long. I got kind of stuck with it and wasn't liking it for a while.

PAIRING: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+. dom/sub dynamics, brat taming, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia

WORD COUNT: 1,885

You walked up behind Charles while he sat in his gaming chair. He had been playing all day, wrapped in grey sweatpants and glasses still on. The night before Charles had begged you to spend the night, gushing about how badly he missed you at the last race. Despite this, he was ignoring you to play video games with his friends. You wanted his attention. You wrapped your arms around Charles, hands exploring his firm chest. 

“Char, come cuddle with me,” you called as you tucked your chin into his neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw. 

“Mon amour, not right now,” Charles said. You frowned. He couldn’t ignore you all day. If he was going to ask you to stay with him then he had to pay attention to you. 

“Why? It’s not like you’re winning,” you spit as you leaned away from him. Charles glanced up at you. 

“I’m winning,” Charles defended. 

“You’ve lost the last three rounds,” you pointed out. Charles scowled, but kept his eyes on the screen. 

“I won the one before that,” he replied. 

“You got lucky,” you said. 

“Ma cherie, you do not want to push me,” Charles warned. 

“I could play better than you’re playing,” you taunted. “You barely got any points last round.” 

“You never play. You could not do better,” Charles told you firmly. You could tell you were getting under his skin though. You were going to get what you wanted. He was going to give you his attention.

“I’ve watched you enough to know what not to do,” you said. “I’m sure I could figure it out from there.” 

“You are going to be in trouble, mon amour,” Charles told you through gritted teeth. You watched the screen and smirked. 

“You are too if you don’t turn left,” you said. Charles ignored you and his character was hit from the side and died. You started laughing. Charles threw the controller down and stood up. He pushed you towards the couch behind you. He grabbed your body, manhandling you till he had you over his knee on the couch. 

Charles grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants along with your underwear and tore them down your legs. You helped to kick them off. Charles chuckled. 

“So eager,” He said as he rubbed his hand over your ass. “Were you being bad just to get punished?” Before you could answer he smacked your ass cheek harshly. You moaned loudly. 

“Just wanted your attention, Char,” you confessed. 

“Well, now you’ve got it,” Charles said in a low voice as he smacked your other ass cheek. Before you could say anything he delivered another two spanks. Your legs sprang upwards from the pain and you let out a small whine. “No complaining. You wanted attention, so take the attention I give you.” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you managed as he spanked you again. 

“Just be good.” It sounded like a vague threat, of what you didn’t know, but you knew even if you weren’t good you would still love it. 

Charles rubbed his hand over your ass before gently sliding it between your legs. His finger brushed your dripping wet hole and burning clit as he grabbed your thighs. He turned his hand away from your thigh, lifting two of his fingers to your opening and rubbing against your waiting center. 

“Please, Char,” you whimpered, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Charles met your eyes. 

“Don’t look away,” he ordered. You had barely processed the order when his fingers hooked inside you, pressing expertly against your G spot. A luxurious moan left your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head. Charles groaned at the sight. You could feel his erection pressing into your stomach where you were lying across his lap.

“Charles, fuck,” you moaned lowly. Charles rubbed his fingers against your G spot, tension building in your stomach. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot. He started slow, reveling in how little he could do and still have you be desperate for him. When your moans started evening out he immediately prevented you from calming, taking on a lightning fast speed and thrusting his fingers more roughly. You cried out in surprised pleasure and wiggled in Charles lap. 

“Stay still,” Charles ordered, delivering a light smack with his free hand. 

“Charles, I’m going to come!” You cried. 

“I didn’t say you could yet,” Charles told you. You whined in protest at his words. 

“Please, Char. I need it so bad,” you whimpered. 

“Wait, baby,” Charles instructed you. He adjusted his hand and you whined loudly. 

“Charles,” you begged. “I can’t.” 

“Not yet,” Charles answered firmly. You whimpered, hyperventilating to try and stave off your orgasm. “Tell me you’re sorry,” Charles ordered. 

“I’m sorry, Char! I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, please please,” you begged him. 

“What are you sorry for?” Charles asked. You whimpered, unsure what the right answer was. “Are you sorry for interrupting me?” He asked. “For being a brat?” You nodded. 

“Yes! I’m sorry for being a brat. I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again,” you whimpered. 

“Come.” The command left Charles' mouth and you allowed yourself to let go of the powerful tension brewing inside you The pleasure came over you in electric waves, coursing through your whole body and filling you with even more desire. You moaned wildly and your body shook with pleasure. Charles chuckled at the sight of you losing conrol. You started to still again and he pulled his hand away, quickly delivering two quick smacks to your ass before pulling you off his lap. 

“Clothes off,” Charles ordered. You caught your balance, reaching out and grabbing Charles shoulders. You were still floating from your orgasm, but you managed to get your clothes off and let Charles position you on the couch once he had taken his off as well. He laid you down on your back and pressed your legs up to your chest, resting your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over your body. 

“I’m sensitive,” you whispered up to Charles. He smirked. 

“I didn’t even fuck you yet,” Charles teased. 

“Well, don’t make me wait anymore,” you taunted back. Charles didn’t like that. His face hardened and he slammed into you. You cried out in pain. 

“Too hard!” You whined. Charles grinned. He pulled out and slammed into you harshly again, keeping himself pressed deep inside you once he had. 

“I don’t want any more attitude from you,” he told you. “You take what you’re given.” You whimpered as he slammed into you once more. He pressed his hips down further against you, his tip prodding into your cervix.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just need you so bad,” you told him. 

“You’re going to have me,” Charles replied smugly. He started slowly pulling out of you. You were still dripping from your first orgasm and your wetness had coated Charles’ cock. Your cunt made delicious sloshing noises as he moved, pulling a satisfied moan from Charles. He pulled out slowly but his thrusts were quick. He rolled his hips as he pressed himself all the way into you. You were chanting his name within minutes and Charles knew he had you on the precipice once more. 

“Char, I’m close again,” you warned him. 

“I know. When I tell you.” His words were firm and you didn’t find yourself wanting to disobey. You dug your nails into Charles’ arms as the muscles in your body tightened again. 

“Charles!” You begged. 

“Go ahead,” Charles answered. You let out a sob as you fell apart around his cock, your walls tightening down on his cock. Charles groaned and his hips stuttered as he held off his own orgasm. He reached down between your legs and pressed his thumb down against your clit, aiding in your pleasure as he stopped his thrusts. You let out a loud cry when his thumb made contact with your clit and your back arched away from the couch. 

“You look so pretty when you come, ma cherie,” Charles praised. “So fucking gorgeous.”  He leaned back, his hands moving to your legs and rubbing up and down your thighs softly to soothe you. You looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes as your body twitched from aftershocks. Charles smiled at you devilishly. 

“One more,” he said. You shook your head. 

“No, Charles, please,” you objected. 

“Yes, ma cherie,” Charles shut down your protests. “One more. Be a good girl.” You huffed indignantly but spread your legs wider. 

“Be nice this time, Char,” you pleaded with him. He nodded. 

“I’ll be nice,” he promised. True to his word, his thrusts were gentler, still firm enough to have your mind spinning, but not as harsh as he had been fucking you. Your whole body was burning in overstimulation as he rolled his hips against you. Charles had you teetering on the precipice again quickly. “Are you close?” He asked. 

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered in response. 

“You can come after I’ve filled you up,” Charles told you through a gasping breath. His grasp on your hips tightened and he started thrusting more quickly, chasing his own high. He lifted your hips, adjusting the angle he fucked you at and let out a curse alongside your name. 

“Give it to me, Char. It’s what I want,” you called up to him. Charles groaned. 

“Say it. Say what you wanted from me,” he begged you. 

“I want your cum,” you cried. “Want it deep inside me. Want you to make me nice and full.” Charles let out a deafening moan as he emptied himself inside you. As soon as you felt him cumming you let yourself go. Your cunt pulsed around Charles, milking him of everything he could give you. You ran your nails down Charles’ back, leaving angry red scratch marks behind. Charles let his hips fall against yours as he caught his breath. He looked down at your swollen cunt, coated in your wetness, his cum dripping out around his cock, still lodged inside you. He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit. You cried out and your body jumped in shock. 

“Charlie, please. No more,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks. Charles’ eyes softened and he reached up and wiped the tears off your cheeks. He leaned down and kissed you. 

“Okay, ma cherie. No more,” he agreed. He gently pulled out of you and then dragged you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. 

“Thank you, Char,” you whispered, rubbing your cheek against his chest. 

“Next time you want to be fucked just say that,” Charles told you. 

“You were ignoring me,” you pouted. Charles sighed. 

“I was,” he admitted. “I’m sorry, ma cherie,” Charles apologized. “I don’t know why. Being with you is better than any game,” he finished. You smiled softly. You leaned up and kissed him sweetly. 

“Cuddle now?” You asked. Charles chuckled. He positioned his arms around your body carefully and then stood, lifting you up with him. He started walking towards his bedroom. 

“For as long as you want,” he promised. You smiled brightly. 

“That means forever then,” you replied. Charles smiled softly. 

“Forever,” he fantasized. “I like the way that sounds.”

[luvrgreyy]

A PERFECTLY RUINED THING

boyfriend's brother!leon x f!reader

word count: 3.1k summary: leon's attempts to comfort you after a fight with his older brother. masterlist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. infidelity, one mention of masturbation, age gap(leon is 21, reader is 25), non-con kissing, car sex, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral(r!receiving), praise, soft dom leon.

a/n: not my best work, but alright. this was meant to be a short, self indulgent fic, i dont know how i ended up writing this much. anyway, here's something to keep you guys occupied while i work on a new series im writing :3

leon had always had a thing for you. ever since she started dating his brother a few years ago, he’d always found you attractive. he’s tried to get over you, date other girls, but that doesn’t really seem to work.

his brother was a moron, and he was sure you deserved better. not that leon considered himself any better. it’s wrong, it’s messed up in every possible way, which is why he could never tell his brother how he truly feels.

family is important, and leon wouldn't do anything to risk losing his brother's respect.

but being around you, watching you, it's all too much sometimes. he would often find himself fantasizing about you while jerking off to porn, imagining it was him instead of his brother making out with you, touching you, fucking you.

it used to bother him a lot, feeling like this for someone who was technically off-limits. but lately, with his brother spending lesser time around the house, leon had started to brush off those guilty feelings.

and he began to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, he could have you for himself one day. the fantasies were harmless, he told himself, as long as they remained just that — fantasies.

leon shakes his head and comes out of his thoughts with a start. he couldn't make out all the words, but he could tell you and his brother were fighting. nothing new there.

he knows he shouldn't care, that it's none of his business, but he can't help but wonder what his brother had said to make you so upset. was he flirting with some girl? did he forget your birthday again? had you finally broken up with him? he felt bad for being somewhat happy at the thought.

until he hears the door slam. he blinks and looks up, listening as the sound echoes through the house. well, so much for staying out of it.

he’s about to get up when he hears your footsteps, and soon you stomp into the living room, face flushed with anger.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, looking up at you from his place on the couch. you stopped pacing and turn to face him, eyes brimming with tears. "your stupid brothers what’s wrong,”

he can't help it, his jaw twitches at the mention of his brother, but he manages to keep a neutral look otherwise. “what did he do this time?" he asks quietly, standing up. you bite your lip and look away, struggling to find the words.

"i don't know," you finally reply. "he's just— he’s being difficult,” he wants to hug you, to comfort you, but he's hesitant to do so. you’ve just never been that close, so he just stands there awkwardly as you try to speak through the tears.

“i-i’ve tired talking to him, but he never listens. i don’t know what i did, but i know there's something wrong,”

“i’m sorry about him,” it's stupid, he knows his brother is terrible to you, but he couldn't stop myself from making a dig. “but you know you can talk to me, right?”

“i know,” you choke out a sob. “but— i just wanna go home, leon.”

it kills him to see you like this, especially since he knows it's his brother's fault. but he wants you to stay. he doesn't say it, but he hopes, silently, that you'll stay with him instead. “yeah, okay,” he agrees, forcing a smile. “i can do that, i can take you home.” he reaches out and gently wipes away your tears, thumb lingering on your cheek.

“thank you,” you sniff and nod, reaching up to brush his hand away. he lets it linger a moment longer, before reluctantly pulling back.

he knows he should tell you it will all work out, that his brother loves you and that things will be fine... but he can't. because then he'd be lying.

the ride to your house is quiet. he wants to say something, anything, but it seems wrong to talk about anything lighthearted.

when he pulls up to your house, he parks and turns to you. you're staring out the window, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

"hey," he asks softly. "you okay?"

you look at him then, really look at him, and for a moment, he thinks he sees something in your eyes — a flicker of... something. he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't bother trying to find out when you reach out for his hand.

he freezes. it's a small point of contact, one he's not ready for.

he tries not to tremble as you hold his hand, but you're so close to him and he can't make himself pull away, so he does the only thing he can think to do — pretend nothing is wrong and and just sit there, praying you don't notice how his breath catches in his throat. praying you can't feel how hard he is.

you just want comfort, he tells himself. don't be weird.

he looks down at your fingers, how small they looked, your soft skin, the way your nails dig lightly into his skin.

"leon?" your voice comes out a small squeak.

"yeah?"

he tries to say something else, but its no use. all he can think about is how close your hand is to his dick. how easy it would be to move it a few inches and have you cupping him. he doesn't do that, of course. that would be messed up. but the thought alone is making him rock hard.

god, he feels like a fucking pervert, crossing his legs to try and hide his boner. you look at him with those big, beautiful eyes, and he nearly melts. he wants nothing more than to kiss you right then and there. but he can't. can he?

"i— uh, thank you."

you withdraw your hand, and the relief he feels is short-lived, because he watches you reach out for the door. he doesn't want you to go. not yet, anyway. "wait," he says, and you pause.

before he can stop himself, his mouth is on yours. it's just a small, chaste kiss, but it's still a massive step. what the hell is wrong with him? you're his brother's girlfriend for fucks sake! but you don't pull away, and he can't bring himself to do the same.

for a moment, he thinks you kiss him back. just for a second. it's hard to tell, since it's so quick, but he could swear he feels your lips moving with his. he pulls back, breathless, eyes wide.

"i'm so sorry," he whispers, knowing it's not enough, but not knowing what else to say. so he just sits there, staring at you, trying not to panic.

he can't think straight. all he can focus on is your lips, how soft they were, the way they moved with his. it was a real kiss. a tentative one, yes, but real. his mind is spinning. what does this mean? does it even mean anything at all? or was it just a momentary lapse in judgment? he knows he shouldn't have done it. he should've let you go, let you walk out of his life for good. but looking at you now, he realizes he'd do it all over again, whatever the consequences are.

this makes him bold. reckless. and he moves in for another kiss, hand cupping your cheek. this time, there's no mistake — you pull him closer, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. he can taste you on his lips, like really taste you. it’s incredible.

one hand moves down your side, to rest on your hip. the other cradles your head, fingers threaded through your hair. he pours all his emotion into the kiss — the frustration, the longing, the love he's kept hidden for so long. you taste like toothpaste and happiness, and it's the best thing he's ever experienced.

this goes on for a long time. like, a really long time. long enough that he starts to feel guilty, like he's taking advantage of you or something. but you don't seem to mind. you kiss him back, enthusiastically, and he swallows the small noises you make in your throat.

the kiss finally breaks, and you're panting. he is too. your lips are swollen and glossy, hands on his chest, pushing him away, but only slightly.

he doesn't care anymore. he's past the point of return. "i want you," he whispers, trying to memorize the feel of you. "i want you so bad. please," he begs, the plea raw in his voice. "i'll make it good for you, i promise.”

“leon,” you breathe out his name again. “this.. this isn’t right,”

he knows you’re right. of course you are. but he can't help himself. his desire drowns out whatever sense and reasoning he may still have. you're his brother's girlfriend. it's wrong, it's messed up, it's... “it doesn't feel wrong," he argues softly, thumb brushing against your flushed cheek. "does it?" you don't answer, just shake your head.

next thing he knows, his hand is sliding up your thigh, pushing your skirt up with it. he feels a scrap of fabric and the smooth skin it's covering. he stops, hovering just at the edge of decency.

“tell me to stop,” his lips hover just above yours. “tell me to stop, and i will.”

he waits. and waits. and waits. but no words come. you're quiet, neither denying nor confirming, and that's enough for him to take it as a yes. his hand continues up, past your knee, brushing the edge of your panties. he can feel the heat emanating from you, how your body is screaming at him to continue. to keep going. to take what he wants.

and he does. one finger, then two, slip in to push your panties to the side, and he's rewarded with a small gasp.

he shifts his fingers higher, seeking out your clit. he finds it, and rubs gently. you buck, just a little, and he freezes.

"this okay?" he looks at your face, searching for any sign that he should stop.

a tiny nod, almost imperceptible. "yeah," your voice is breathy. "yeah, leon." you grab his wrist, stopping him from retreating. "don't stop." he doesn't.

he goes back to rubbing your clit, fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. one finger slips down to test your entrance. he pushes it inside, just the tip, and you tense. he groans in triumph at the feel of your slick walls, taking it as a sign to pushes further, sinking his finger knuckle deep into your pussy. you mewl, and he nearly comes in his pants.

your hips start to move, trying to fuck his hand, and he's happy to oblige. he adds another finger, hand practically punching into your dripping cunt. you're so wet and tight, so perfect for him.

“get in the back," he hisses through his teeth. "wanna eat you.”

he doesn’t give you time, roughly shoving you into the backseat, and plopping himself down in a position where you straddle his face while his hands push your thighs apart.

he kneels down, and trails a finger up your inner thigh, finding your panties damp with arousal. he hooks his fingers in the elastic and drags them down, letting your soaked cunt be exposed to the air. he buries his face in your pussy, fingers spreading you apart. "fuck, you smell good," he groans, before closing his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue darting out to lick your juices.

you let out a startled yelp at the suddenness of it all, but he doesn't care. he's too busy breathing in your scent, licking and sucking at your little pussy, fingers digging into your hips as he pushes his tongue as far as it will go. he eats you like you're the last morsel of food on earth, desperate and ravenous.

your juices flood his mouth as he sucks and licks, fucking you with his hand while his mouth eats your pussy. he growls in the back of his throat, loving how you taste. he pulls away for a second, just long enough to yank your panties the rest of the way off, before diving back in. he can hear you whimper and moan, the sounds music to his ears.

the car lurches, and his face is buried in your pussy. he looks up, surprised, as you suddenly buck against him. but he recovers quickly, one hand reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you back down to his mouth, the other hand keeping the first two fingers of his other hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pumping them slowly.

"i got you," he mouths around your clit, and continues eating you with renewed vigor, as if trying to prove a point. his tongue is fast, slick, and decisive, and he knows it's coming.

"tell me when," he mumbles, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

he feels it. the way you go slack, how your muscles tremble and contract. he's already sucking hard on your clit, lips vacuuming up your little bundle of nerves, trying to suck your orgasm straight into his mouth.

“imma cum, leon, i’m—“ you start, but the words die down in your throat.

your entire body bows back, throat making a sound like a scream that tappers out. he drinks it all in, every single drop of your release coating his lips, tongue, and it dribbles down to his chin.

he pulls back, sitting back on his heels, hands pushing your knees together to keep you from tipping over.

"c'mere," he coos. gently pushing you back onto the car seat, he slots himself between your legs. his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, and with a curse, he undoes them, freeing his shaft.

he helps you get in position, hands shaking slightly as he lines himself up with your entrance. he's hard, veins bulging along the shaft, the tip leaking precum.

“can i?”

you nod. just once, and it's enough. his hips buck forward, slow and steady, feeling you stretch around him, the intrusion making you wince.

"sorry," he whispers, before pulling back slightly. "’ts okay," you hum in response.

your walls resist, then give, slowly swallowing up his length. but he doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt, hips flush with yours "god, you're tight,” he looks down, watches himself disappear into you, and it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

he takes his time, letting you adjust, letting yourself get used to the feeling of him inside you when he starts to move, it's a slow thrust, pulling back almost all the way, then pushing back in, creating a slow rhythm.

he's patient, letting the rhythm build, in and out, in and out, feeling your walls relax around him more and more with each thrust.

his hips rise up, his abs flexing as he pulls back, then lower, feeling you swallow him up again.

"feels so good," he admits, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

his hands land on your hips, fingers digging in, holding you in place as he fucks you, slow and deep, with a pace that's almost lazy.

“leon,” your voice is soft, almost dreamy. “leon,” you repeat his name like a prayer.

“i’m—”

“i know,” he huffs against your lips, feeling his balls drawing up.

your nails rake down his chest. “i’m gonna—“ “cum.” he groans, hips bucking harder, trying to draw it out. your pussy spasms, milking him for all he's worth, and he's powerless to stop it.

he's coming all over your insides. your walls suck him dry, and he slumps forward, forehead pressed against your shoulder, chest heaving.

your hand threads through his hair, holding his head still against your shoulder. he nuzzles into the touch, feeling your warmth, your softness. he's spent. emotionally and physically.

he pulls out slowly, cock slipping free, and a pearly rope of cum dribbles out. he grabs a napkin from the glovebox, and gently wipes your lips clean. he looks over at you, taking in your mussed hair, your flushed cheeks, your half-lidded eyes. you look relaxed. content.

"you alright?" he asks softly.

“mhm,”

he smiles, small and shy. like he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “good.”

he tucks himself back into his pants, zipping up. it takes a bit of effort to extricate himself from the wreckage of the backseat. he turns to you, and just looks. you straighten out your clothes, carefully smoothing down the fabric of your rumpled shirt. he watches as you adjust your skirt, his gaze soft yet intense.

“well, uh,” you pull back, eyes meeting, and you swallow hard. “i should probably go..”

“oh, yeah, of course," he pauses, then adds. “i’ll walk you to your door.”

you climb out of the car, and he follows. the cool night air feels strange on your skin, and it makes your skin shiver. he walks you to your front door, hands shoved deep in his pockets. the walk is silent, but not uncomfortable. you stop at your front door, and you turn to him.

“thank you,” you say softly. “for tonight.” he smiles. and you smile back. and for a second, he thinks of kissing you again. but he doesn't.

"night," he turns to leave, but pauses. "i hope this is the last time i see you.”

as you watch him go, your heart feels full. and weird. you can't stop smiling, even as you go inside and lock the door behind you. you walk to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. your hair is a mess. your face is flushed.

i guess now you know who the better kennedy is.

[punkshort]

What would a pregnancy scare look like between ikwya Joel and Reader? What do you think Joel’s reaction would be? Love your work ❤️‍🔥

Hi! I'm sorry I know you sent this in a month ago. I have a stockpile of asks/requests that I've been working through and I wanted to give this one some thought because I think both their reactions would be different pre and post accident.

I Know Who You Are Masterlist

Pre-accident Joel would absolutely panic. I think he would immediately think of Sarah and how he failed her, then Ellie and how he almost failed her, and he would get too in his head about failing a third child. He would probably say something he would end up regretting in the heat of the moment and I think pre-accident reader would give it right back to him. She wouldn't stand for his shit, she would call him out and remind him it takes two to tango and it wasn't something she expected, either, but there's no point in being an asshole about it because what's done is done.

They would probably get into a fight about it and Joel would grab the bottle of whiskey and take a shot. Then, without really thinking, while Joel was rambling on and on about how dangerous it is to have a baby, reader would reach for the bottle and Joel would slap her hand away, asking her 'Are you fuckin' crazy? You might be pregnant!' And reader, feeling embarrassed that she almost made a mistake, would yell back, 'It's your fault! You got me all worked up, I can't think straight! What do you even care, anyway?' And Joel would throw the bottle back into the cupboard and shout, ''Course I care! Kid'll already be stubborn as shit with her mama's smart mouth, we don't need to be addin' to it!'

Then reader's eyes will soften a bit when she says, 'You think it's a girl?' And Joel, still working through all his anger and adrenaline, will flare his nostrils and slam his fist on the counter and say, ''Course it'll be a girl! Look 'round. I'm surrounded by girls who talk back to me and drive me fuckin' crazy all damn day. Why would this be any different?' Reader would step a little closer and wrap her arms around his midsection, resting her chin on his chest while she bats her eyes up at him and says, 'Maybe it'll be a boy.' And Joel's resolve would begin to crack. The corner of his mouth would twitch and his hands would slowly find their place on reader's hips as he thought about the idea of having a little boy. All his anxiety and anger would melt away when he asks, 'Think we can name him after my Pops?'

-

Now post-accident Joel and reader are different.

They've been through hell and back. Joel thought he would lose the love of his life. After everything they went through, I think both of them have a new lease on life. Initially, Joel would be shocked, then scared, then happy. It would be a rollercoaster of emotions. Reader would be terrified, telling him she has no idea what she's going to do, she doesn't know anything about babies, she's not going to be a good mom and she would begin to cry. Joel would chuckle softly and pull her close, then murmur in her hair she was wrong, that she would make a wonderful mom and she wouldn't go through it alone. He would tell her all the reasons why she would be a good mom: how patient and strong she is, how smart and headstrong she is, and how he hopes if she is pregnant, that it would be a little girl so it would be a mini version of reader.

They would spend the rest of the night thinking about it and wondering what life would be like. Joel would be in the middle of dinner, quietly eating, and suddenly suggest that he could make a crib from the birch tree in the backyard. They would go to bed and each of them would be reading and reader would break the silence and mention Maria and Tommy probably have stuff they don't need anymore and they could use. The next morning, reader would wake up with Joel's face nuzzled against the side of her neck with his big hand splayed wide over her belly.

And if it was just a scare, the idea would be planted in both their heads and after a few months, maybe they would be walking home together from the Tipsy Bison, hand in hand, content and happy until reader suddenly asks, 'Do you want to try for a baby?' And Joel, without missing a beat, would say, 'Absolutely,' and practically drag her down the street towards home so they could start that night.

[a1750s]

Hello there! I see you take requests. Do you like oddly specific ones about a character? I hope you do, but if you don't, it's okay! :D

Cale with someone who gets stronger every time they shed blood out of their body. It doesn't matter how, as long as their soul and physique recognizes her body being hurt like hell, she would be stronger, so they get littered with scars all over their body, plus they've lived many different lifetimes with this kind of ability. She basically cannot die even if she wanted to. It's not like she doesn't feel pain, she does, but she's used to it. She just somehow dies whenever she turns 20 years of age. She doesn't have to do anything at all, she'll just die and wither like an old flower. I'd imagine she was the same age as Cale. Ahhh, I really want to formulate this into a fanfic, but idk how to 🥹. Like, the misunderstanding and dynamics I'd like to create with TCF's wonderful characters are all over my mind. I really want the squad to worry abt her like crazy like wdym you are DYING? Ohhhh also the platonic relationship with the kids ☹️ I love them so so much. If you do take this request to mind, I don't mind seeing how you play and write with it? Have I also mentioned how lovely your writing style is? 🩷

I'm sorry for yapping (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

It is my pleasure to take your request! It takes me a week to finally be free to be able to write this. I hope this will not disappoint you!

Your Last

Pairing: Cale Henituse x fem reader (establishing)

Genre: Slight angst + fluff

TW: mentioned of death, bleeding, self-harm

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

You rolled your eyes. You have no energy to deal with any of this bullsh*t.

"Let's get this over."

You stated but the guards behind you shoved you down on the ground.

"Move! Don't speak, witch. No one wants to hear your voice."

"Yeah, yeah."

It seemed like the guards got triggered by your nonchalance; he kicked your gut repeatedly. You coughed out blood after that and glared at him. He just gave you an ugly smirk.

The guards pulled you up again, even when you were in pain, before they put your head under the guillotine.

'Ah, finally. I could die.'

After this, you won't be seeing this world again. Thankfully. This world is the worst world you have been living in.

You don't want to wait until 20 years old because it is too long; another 3 years of suffering in this world is not worth it. So, let's just die now.

"Die! Die!"

You smiled at the chanting of the citizens below. You wanted to laugh. Oh yeah, trust the saintess bit*h and their world is doomed to fall. You didn't care at all. What you want is to die right here, right now.

This is not your original world after all. Why would you care?

"The execution will begin!"

The announcer started. The chanting didn't stop and you just enjoyed your final moment.

"Any last words?"

You opened your eyes and looked at everyone. At the front, you could see the bit*h smiling behind her hands.

You smirked and winked.

"May you live in hell."

The sound of the guillotine resounded after the abrupt exclamation of yours, sending a pit of wrath towards all.

Your head was separated from your body, leaving a mess of blood on the wooden platform. The cheers resonated around after your death and you could say this is what you wish for.

You wished to open your eyes in a new world, and a new body.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

But you hear something similar. What deja vu is this?

"Huh?"

You opened your eyes to see the same surroundings a few minutes before your death.

"Move!"

You were in disarray. You are supposed to be dead, right? So what is this? Are you dreaming of dying a few minutes ago? Is that just an illusion?

You feel the same texture of guillotine on your neck.

"Any last words?"

You blinked but you shrugged afterwards. Eh, you must be daydreaming just now.

"May you live in hell."

You repeated the same sentence and the big sharp blade sliced through your neck, leaving a mess of blood and your head rolling.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

"Okay, what the fu*k?!"

"Move!"

What is this? What the fu*k is this? You died! You are supposed to be dead! So why are you repeating the same things again?!

"Any last words?"

You didn't say anything, and you died.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

"Any last words?"

Head rolling, blood pooling. You died.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

"Any last words?"

Head rolling, blood pooling. You died.

"Kill the witch!"

"Peace to our country!"

"Die! Die!"

"Any last words?"

You had enough.

You thought, you would just get to another life like before if you died now. But apparently, no. You are dead wrong.

You can't die, no matter what, before the age of 20. If you ever encountered an inevitable death situation, you would be rewinded back to a few minutes before your death.

Such a tragedy, you just learned.

A tragedy after your continuous reincarnation.

•••••

10

You look at the blue, transparent screen in front of you with a dull look.

Your gaze didn't change while looking at the countdown. The countdown that signified your time in this world.

9

"Hey, do you hear what I am talking about?"

8

"I.. I'm sorry."

"What?"

7

"Why did you look like that? Like you are about to die hahaha."

6

"Oi, you scared me here, [Name]."

5

"I want to say, 'Let's meet again' but I know it is impossible."

"Huh?"

4

"Because this is a goodbye."

3

"What do you mean? We have finished everything, and there is no danger anymore. Where did you want to go now? Don't tell me that you want to do something stupid like stabbing yourself again."

1

"Won't you say happy birthday to me? I am already 20 now."

You smiled, but the person in front of you was frowning.

0

"[Name]?"

"[Name]!"

The person in front of you—who you have been bonding over in this world, who you have been going through together in this world for years, who you needed to leave behind—was looking at you with a face of horror upon seeing your disappearing figure.

Like a withering flower.

You smile for the last time at him.

'It is fine. They won't remember me anymore. They can live peacefully without remembering me.'

You closed your eyes, readying yourself for a new world. An unknown world where you would be reborn into.

A cycle that you have been going through, who knows how many times? You don't remember because there have been too many and in the first place, you don't have a good memory.

A curse that fell upon you.

To die by the age of 20.

And reborn in another world with your memories.

Again. And again.

'I should have not getting attach.'

However, that is your weakness.

Even after getting hurt multiple times.

Even after you knew the inevitable.

Yes, you are tired but what can you do?

This curse, no one would be able to break it because you yourself don't know when it began. You don't even remember your origin anymore.

You prayed before; you prayed to let your curse be broken, to end this suffering, this endless cycle, this torture.

If ever someone could, if ever...

•••••

"What do you mean you have found a body bleeding in the middle of the sea?"

The man with red hair frowned while looking at the beautiful lady with blue hair from the whale tribe. Besides her, there was her brother.

"It is true, young master. I thought she was a mermaid but I was wrong. I don't know to whom we should bring her to get treatment."

"She has been injured by mermaid poison; that's why we thought it was better to inform you rather than anyone else."

Both siblings explained. The red-haired Cale Henituse pinched his forehead. They just finished bombing an island and treating Ron, who came back injured. He thought he would get his rest and not come back here, but he got a call from these royal whales instead.

With the saying that they found a human's body in the middle of the sea.

Cale let out a sigh.

Even if he wanted to know why him of all people, he already knew the answer. He was the one who knew the whale tribe to this extent. Also, the person the whales found might be an enemy.

"Show me the way."

Cale can't do anything but settle this matter quickly. He needed to know if you were an enemy or just someone innocent.

-Human, I could smell a really strong blood stench.

"Cale-nim, there is much blood. I could smell it."

Cale frowned even more. How much bleeding do you have? Does the whale already treat the mermaid poison on you?

Whitira and Paseton lead the way towards a cabin. After opening it, something sharp was thrown their way. Whitira caught it effortlessly.

"Looks like you are awake."

The short exchange made Cale flinch slightly. Choi Han immediately stood protectively in front of Cale.

All of them entered the cabin. His face was decorated once more with a frown when he finally could smell something rotten and bloody.

"Who are you."

Your voice was calm, unlike the way you attacked them with—what is the thing you have thrown just now?—oh a chair leg that you have broken.

You are still on the bed, looking at all of them with an observant eye.

"Who are you."

You repeated, demanding an answer but no one spoke even a word.

Sigh.

They could hear you let out a sigh before you moved. Choi Han and Whitira raised their guards, ready to protect if you ever make an attempt to hurt any of them.

You rose slowly from the bed, letting the blanket that covered your body fall to the floor, and there it is. The bleeding scars on your legs and body. Most of it has been bandaged, but the blood is still seeping through it.

Cale noted that the mermaid poison mentioned by Paseton has been healed. Could be the act of these whales.

You stood up wobbly, trying to keep your body from falling. You let out a sigh again when you could feel the throbbing feeling each time you moved from the wounds on your body.

"Good."

You whispered slowly. You could feel the pain and it is a good thing for you.

"Cale-nim."

-Human, she is becoming stronger!

"She feels strong."

Both the black dragon and the swordmaster told him. But what does Raon mean by you becoming stronger? Right now? While bleeding like this? How?

Your gaze fell on each person, one by one, before you tilted your head.

"Are you the one who saved me?"

You questioned because, as you remembered, you should be in the sea.

"Yes, we are. We found you bleeding in the sea."

The woman with blue hair told you.

You looked down on your legs; there should be mermaid poison in you.

You subconsciously clicked your tongue.

"Ah, that's why it didn't hurt anymore."

You wanted to feel the way the mermaid poison burned your skin, but it looks like the poison has been removed. What a shame.

"Thank you. What do you want as compensation?"

Whitira looked at her brother. Paseton just shrugged. She then looked at Cale, and he also shrugged.

"Well, we don't need anything. We just need to know your identity and how you ended up in the sea with these injuries."

"Information, I see."

You uttered slowly. But why did they want to know? Well, it is not like it would harm you.

"I'm [Name]. I picked a fight with the mermaids because they pissed me off."

You told the truth with a straight face.

"Are you crazy?"

You turned your head at the red head at the back of everyone. He seemed flustered after your gaze landed on him. Well, he unintentionally said that out loud.

"That's rude. But I don't take that to heart, pretty boy."

Cale blinked his eyes at the nickname.

"If we are finished here, I'd like to go now. Thank you again for dragging me out of the sea."

You stepped forward before you fell face first on the floor.

The loud thud startled them. You groaned.

-Human, she is weird.

'I know, right.'

Cale agreed with Raon this time.

•••••

That is how you ended up with Cale Henituse and the gang.

Honestly, you don't know why you stay with them this long, though. It has been over a year since that first meeting, and a war is approaching, according to Cale.

"What are you doing?"

You looked back to see the red head, which the first time you saw him, he had short hair. Now his hair has gotten longer. You once asked him why he didn't cut it, and he told you it was a hassle to cut it.

But wouldn't it be more of a hassle to take care of it if it was longer?

You really don't understand him.

"Uh. Eating."

"Is that leaves?"

Cale saw the green thing in your hand, but you quickly hid it.

Sniff. Sniff.

"It is a poisonous plant, nya!"

You jumped when Hong suddenly stood beside you, sniffing the leaves in your possession. Da*n it, he snitched on you!

You looked at Cale and he gave you a deadpan look.

"You EAT a poisonous plant, [Name]?"

"I.. uh.. it's your fault!"

Cale crossed his arms. Hong was happily munching on your leaves. On reprimanded him to not eat too much.

"I didn't prevent you from eating what Beacrox cooked, though."

"You didn't let me touch a knife or dagger anymore."

Ah. Cale nodded in understanding and, at the same time not.

"If not, you would try to hurt yourself when we are not looking. What with you and your obsession with bleeding?" Are you suicidal?

"I'm not suicidal; I know what you are thinking about, William!"

Oh yeah, Cale didn't believe you at all. Why? Because before, every time you were left alone and they met you again, they would smell blood on you and another cut on your body.

At first, he was concerned that you were harming yourself.

After you repeated it multiple times, he chose to ask you directly, and your answer is ridiculous.

"I would get stronger by bleeding."

See, who, even in their right mind would think what you said was true? That is why he took the precaution to not let you get close to any sharp objects. However sometimes you would find a way to injure yourself one way or another.

Now, you are eating a poisonous plant.

"You are crazy. And my name is Cale; how many times have I told you?"

"Nom, no, I'm not, nom."

You shoved more leaves into your mouth.

"Weird human, stop eating that! It is not good for you!"

Raon snatched away your poisonous plants and teleported them—who knows where.

"Hey, that's mine, chubby dragon!"

You felt betrayed by the act of betrayal.

"No, eat this and stop calling me that! My name is Raon Miru!"

"I don't—umph!"

Raon forcefully shoved an apple pie into your mouth. You have no choice but to munch on it. After you finished one, he shoved more and more until you felt like your stomach was about to burst.

You shook your head at the chubby dragon.

"I can't eat anymore."

"Ah, okay. Am I doing good, human?"

Raon looked at Cale with anticipating eyes. Cale gave him a pat on the head.

"Good job, Raon."

His wings fluttered. Cale gazed at your slumped figure on the couch, who has been abused by apple pies truly by the mighty dragon, Raon Miru. The kittens leisurely laid their bodies on yours.

'Well, at least now she won't be eating anything suspicious.'

Cale sat next to you, looking at you from above to below. Scars decorate your face, neck, and hands. Under your clothes, he knew that there were more.

He didn't know where you got those or if you were the one who inflicted them yourself. But he hopes you won't do anything dangerous anymore. Since everyone would be worried.

Like trying to jump from the third floor.

Or trying to jump in front of spar between Choi Han and Hannah.

Or asking him to slap you.

All of those mentioned happened yesterday.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Stephen?"

You eyed him, who didn't take his eyes off of you. Your hands have found ways to gently caress the kittens.

"Nothing."

Cale broke his eye contact with yours and picked a cookie to eat.

"And it's Cale, not William or Stephen."

This is one thing about you. You are terribly, impossibly, and frustratingly bad at remembering names.

"Hey, I want one, Bob."

Cale sighed before he glanced at you, raising his half-eaten cookie, and you nodded. You opened your mouth, and without delay, he just put his cookie in your mouth.

"Why did you give me yours?"

You munched on it slowly. He froze, finally registering what he had done. That's right, why did he give you his already-eating cookie but not a new one instead?

"Does it matter to you?"

Cale asked, feeling like you hated this simple gesture.

Your eyes met his before you shook your head.

"No, just asking."

Somehow, his tense shoulders relaxed completely. He hummed and continued to munch on the cookie. Occasionally feeding you guys when you or the children are asking.

He may not have noticed yet, but the others had. The simple gesture of his, which he never made towards anyone else but you.

When he realizes later, he didn't mind this kind of fleeting moment with you. A simple gesture showed how he felt. He didn't hate it; he just didn't want it to be known to you. At least until he's certain of what you feel.

•••••

It is a normal day in the Super Rock Villa, like usual. A day where they didn't need to do anything and just rested.

"Eruhaben-nim, where is [Name]?"

The golden dragon raised his head from the tea cup to look at the swordmaster.

"She said she'd be in her room; you might need to go and check on her."

"Ah, yes. I need her help anyway. Thank you, Eruhaben-nim."

Eruhaben just nodded. Choi Han strolled towards your own room. At first, you wanted your room to be far from everyone, but Cale prevented it. Because he knew something would happen if he let you stay far away from them. So, Cale made a decision to place you beside Ron's room.

Choi Han needed your help to do something. After hearing what Eruhaben said, he was sure you were not doing anything right now. Might as well occupy you with something else rather than make you occupied with the thought of doing something dangerous.

He arrived at your door and was about to knock, but something—your voice from inside—halted his movement. He was static, and his expression changed.

"Ah, harder, please."

"You are so demanding."

The shade of his face completely changed after he also heard Cale's voice from inside.

"You should, uh, move faster, ah. That feels good, Cale."

"I'm surprised you finally said my name correctly at this moment."

"Hey, hey, don't stop!"

"My hands are hurting already."

"Just a little bit more, please. You are so good at this."

"I know."

"One more time, please?"

"No, [Name]. You should rest now."

"But—"

"No, or I will not help you again with this."

"You are so cruel after making me addicted to your touch."

"It's not my fault you are into this kind of thing."

Choi Han didn't know what to do besides dashing away from there and disappearing. He went to the training ground to train and get out of all he heard just now. With a determined face, he trains without stopping until night.

In your room...

"Yes, yes, right there. Oh God!"

Sigh. Cale let out a sigh.

"Amazing, you are becoming stronger, weird human!"

"Really, Raon?"

"Yes, human! Every time you do that, she will become stronger! How did you do it? Teach me, weird human!"

Cale pushed his fingers more, getting a satisfying sound from you.

"Chubby dragon, this is something you can't learn. Ah, yes, Cale, there."

Raon doesn't understand, but he won't give up on learning your secret.

"Still, I don't like that you would need to get stronger by getting hurt, nya."

Hong wagged his tail and rubbed his face on your leg.

"Erm, that is something I can't help with, though."

"Then don't get hurt intentionally, nya."

On tap your leg with her paw.

"Well, I...will try."

You looked at Cale, and he just shrugged with a smirk. One of your weaknesses—he just needs the children to tell you what they want, and you won't be able to reject it.

"Aww, can you do it a little more?"

You saw that Cale had already gotten up from the bed to go to the toilet to wash his hands.

"No, and don't move from the bed. Let the swelling lessen a bit."

You huffed and leaned your body against the headboard.

"How did you manage to sprain your ankle when we just left you for a minute?"

Cale came back from the toilet.

"Things happen."

He shook his head.

"Oh, by the way, I think I feel Ming just now. He must just come back from Harris Village."

He blinked. Who? He connected the word 'Harris village' with someone.

"Choi Han?"

"Yes, him. I thought he wanted something because he was standing in front of the door just now. I guess not."

"Maybe he has something else to do."

Cale shrugged.

"Hey, don't try to use your leg for a few days."

"Huh? But how am I supposed to walk?"

"No need, then."

The next day.

"Young master."

Cale's heart almost jumped out of his chest after his butler suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Ron?"

With his usual benign smile, the old butler darted his gaze at his youthful face.

"I am just a butler of yours, young master. However, I am also the one who has raised you since you were a baby."

'What with this old man now?' Cale can't help but feel uneasy.

"I am not trying to cross the line, young master. Nevertheless, I would like to remind you to not be too active with your shenanigans with Miss [Name]."

Cale tilted his head.

"It is inappropriate for unmarried men and women to stay in a closed room together. I advised you to be more subtle next time, young master."

Somehow, Cale was baffled by the word used by Ron. Why use 'subtle' instead of 'careful'? But why would they need to be careful, though?

"But we—" are not alone.

"I understand your spirit as a young man. I hope you take my words of advice, young master. I will excuse myself first."

Cale was left alone by the sudden advice from his butler.

"What with him?"

Hm, he guessed it was really not appropriate, huh? Well, maybe next time he needs to let the door open.

•••••

Boom!

"Your time is also wrapped. Why are there so many I found in this place?"

Clang!

The white-masked man with red hair was seeing you. Your sword clashed against his. You gritted your teeth.

"That's not my problem."

White Star swung his sword, impossibly fast, towards you.

"However, your time is interesting. You have been living for many lives, isn't it?"

"How did you—?! Ugh!"

You were taken aback by his declaration, something that no one is supposed to know.

You tried to parry his attack on you. When Choi Han joined you, both of you attacked at the same time.

"You are interesting. What's your name? Maybe we could meet again in our next lives."

You frowned. What bullsh*t does this sh*tty getup man was talking about? Why would you guys meet again in the next life?

"I should test you first."

He fastened his movements, making you unable to follow along. Each of his swings left your body with new wounds.

You gritted your teeth, and hatred filled your eyes when he easily defeated Choi Han and even Eruhaben-nim. But what baffled you the most was that he would keep coming at you.

It felt like he was testing your strength.

White Star grinned. He saw an opening and blasted an attack towards Cale, who was hugging Raon. Raon quickly activated the shield, and Eruhaben-nim also acted fast.

He saw you getting distracted and concerned about the red head. He used this opening to defeat you.

Pierce!

"How disappointing. You could become stronger like me if you use your strength wisely."

His sword of disaster has embedded through your flesh, slowly burning you from inside. His grin was becoming wider when he could feel something growing in you.

"[Name]!"

Cale widened his eyes when he saw the sword easily pierce through your body. Raon was agitated, wanting to go to you and save you.

"No, no, no. Weird humans can't die. If she dies, I will destroy the world!"

Cale grabbed onto Raon tightly; it'd be dangerous if Raon acted on impulse in this fit of rage.

He was also not any better.

He was in rage, seeing your body littered with injuries and blood. He was supposed to ensure your safety; he was supposed to make sure no one was injured or died.

"Anyone move, and she'd die now."

White Star's voice was making all of them angry. They could smell the flesh being burned—your flesh. Your trembling body was visible in their eyes.

Choi Han gritted his teeth. Somehow, the two dragons widened their eyes when they could sense something from you.

"Human."

-Cale.

Both Raon and Eruhaben talked to him at the same time.

"[Name] is becoming stronger."

-She is becoming stronger.

What? How?

"I would get stronger by bleeding."

He remembered what you said, but he thought that was just empty talk from you... Well, he might trust you 20% with those words.

But, with the clarification from two dragons, when you are bleeding like this, he is certain what you said was 100% the truth.

Then, does that mean you intentionally get stabbed?

He frowned.

"Hahahaha!!"

Your body is shaken by the way you are laughing. You grabbed the sword that was still inside you. The sword burned your hands.

"Are you done talking, white basta*d?"

'It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It's fu*king hurt like hell.'

It was hard to breathe. You would lose consciousness if you didn't use this chance to strike him.

You could feel power rising in you. Every time you were reborn in a new world as a baby, you would be left alone in an orphanage with no one, no relatives, and no parents. That's just how you are in your life.

Just like your age was reset to zero, your strength was also reset. The powers, the skills, and the abilities that you have from your previous worlds would be gone like dust, just like how your body would whither away.

It is a hassle. You once tried to not get involved in anything and separate yourself from the world to not get hurt again, but somehow, you got dragged into the world's problems. Like it was inevitable—something that has been written for you to intervene.

It is never easy to get stronger by bleeding and getting hurt. Obviously, it hurts to get hurt. But somehow, you needed to get used to this. If not, people you cherish in every world would die.

You'd rather die than them.

But you can't die, no matter what, before you reach 20.

"Now is my turn."

You grinned.

The more hurt you get, the stronger you become. The more you bleed, the stronger you become. It is a fu*ked-up ability of yours. You are sure that whoever gave you this curse of reincarnation was also the one who gave you this cursed ability.

You grabbed the sword tightly, and White Star was alarmed.

"What are you trying t—?"

"Ah, ah, wait for your turn, Mr. Mask."

You grabbed his face before landing a kick to his stomach. His grip on the sword is so tight, making it forcefully pulled out from you

You coughed out blood, but you kept grinning like a madman.

The blood wets your shirt, the blood feels hot against your body, and the blood makes you feel alive.

You ran after White Star to give him a good beating.

•••••

"[Name]!"

Your body was caught by Choi Han. White Star ran away right after he unleashed the Sky Attribute Ancient Power.

However, due to the injury you gave him, he just managed to land a few blows, which still resulted in Cale falling unconscious.

What a pain. Why is this man so stubborn about protecting everyone? You frowned upon seeing his bleeding face, which is now being carried by Eruhaben-nim.

The chubby dragon was crying without stopping and mumbling about world destruction.

"Are you guys okay? How is he?"

Right after you asked those questions, they glared at you. The approaching allies of Cale also couldn't help but gasp upon seeing your bleeding figure.

"Are you okay?! Let me heal you, Miss [Name]!"

Saint Jack was frantic. He quickly approached you to use his healing on you, but you raised your hand instead.

"Nevermind, I'm fine."

You grinned. You get a good beating just now; all your frustration is gone thanks to that white stuff.

"Don't joke around, [Name]."

The golden dragon's eyes turned slit. Sensing a dangerous aura from that ancient dragon, you shuddered.

"I am not joking! Just a little bleeding, and I fine. Besides, it does not hurt anymore!"

You started to flex your muscles, but what they saw were your wounds that kept pouring out blood from your body.

Their faces were turning into a frown every second you were moving your body.

"Stop moving around, weird human!"

Raon shouted at you, and you froze. He sniffed while glaring at you.

"Choi Han, don't let weird human do anything! Kind Jack, heal weird humans! Goldie Gramp, give weird human a healing potion! Let's go home now! You two, weak human and weird human are so stupid! Why are you guys always getting hurt? Sob."

Raon hid his face behind Eruhaben-nim's shoulder.

"Look, you make this little kid cry."

"I'm not a little kid! Sob."

Eruhaben just nodded at Choi Han, and Choi Han did the same before he scooped you from the ground.

"Ah, you don't need to—"

"[Name], stop moving."

Choi Han's black eyes met your own. You gulped and nodded obediently.

'So vicious.'

All of you begin to move somewhere else. Your head started to spin. Maybe you have lost too much blood more than you thought.

Well, it is fine, though. You wouldn't die from blood loss anyway.

"Ugh, I think I will fa—"

You fainted before you finished.

"Weird human!"

"Saint Jack, do something!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Haa~ pitiful basta*d."

Eruhaben could just sigh.

•••••

"You are bleeding."

You turned away and hid your injury.

"I'm not!"

Cale frowned and pulled you to face him, pointing at your bleeding arm. It has a long trail of blood, which everyone would see at first glance.

"So, what is that?"

You avoided his gaze.

"Er, tomato sauce!"

"It smells like blood, nya."

"Just your imagination, Sherry."

"My name is On."

The silver kitten, On, had the same deadpan look as her guardian.

"[Name], please treat your wound and tell us if you have any more."

The black-haired swordmaster touched your arm carefully, avoiding your wound.

"Hansel, can you move your hand a little to the left?"

"Hm? Left?"

"Yes, right on top of the—aww!"

Cale pinched your cheek without mercy after he realized what you wanted Choi Han to do. You wanted Choi Han to press on your bleeding wound.

"Don't be crazy, [Name]."

"Aim noth cratzhy."

"It needs to be stitched."

Your eyes sparkled.

"Stitch?"

Cale opened his mouth and closed it again after seeing your expression.

'She is crazy. How did I like this crazy woman in the first place?'

"Ron."

"Yes, young master."

"Treat her wound carefully."

"As you wish, young master. Miss [Name], please follow me."

Ron looked at you with his benign smile, which sent a chill down your spine. He grabbed you, and you looked at Cale with pleading eyes. You don't want to get lectured again by Ron.

"You can't do this to me, Sebastian!"

Cale rolled his eyes. Who told you to step into danger every time a fight occurs? You would always find a way to intentionally injure yourself when there is a battle or fight they are doing.

He and everyone have had enough.

"Get my name right, and maybe I'll reconsider."

"That's cheating!"

"I'd never."

He shrugged and just saw you getting dragged away to get treatment by the assassin butler.

•••••

You blink and realization hits you.

The countdown has begun.

The countdown of your time in this world.

You just remembered. Again, it will be the same.

But, somehow, this time it feels more difficult to leave.

[88 days, 15 hours, 7 minutes, and 40 seconds]

Three months before your 20th birthday.

After a few days of the final war and the appearance of the Hunters, you completely forget about this inevitable thing of yours.

Your death.

"[Name]?"

"What?"

At this moment, they are all looking at you with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay, Miss [Name]? You are zoning out. We have called you many times."

You looked at Mary, then smiled.

"Ahaha, sorry, I was just lost in thought."

"Then tell us, weird human!"

You tilted your head.

"When is your birthday, nya?"

You blinked. Why this sudden question? Ah yes, they are talking about the birthday celebration for Lily, Cale's sister, in a few days.

They must be asking you because you have never told anyone before.

"Well, it is not important for you to know."

"No! We must know everyone's birthday so we can celebrate!"

"That's right, nya! We can do a big celebration at once, nya!"

Roan and Hong giddily said.

When looking at them, you can't help but tell the truth.

"Ah, then, in three months, right?"

"Right. We can make a celebration for [Name] now."

The mage, Rosalyn, and Mary uttered those. You hummed.

'Celebration?'

You wouldn't need any.

"You would turn 20. It feels like we just met not that long ago."

You smiled at Rosalyn.

"Then, how about we make a celebration for everyone who has a birthday in that month, nya? It would be easier that way, nya."

"I agree with noona, nya!"

"Me too! We can think from now on!"

There's no need, though; you wouldn't be able to attend it no matter what.

"We need cake!"

"Apple pie!"

"Maybe something healthy also."

The adults were smiling while looking at the enthusiastic children.

"We should ask everyone what they want so we can get them a gift."

Mary suggested it and was obviously supported by the children. They begin asking one by one, but most of the answers were 'Anything' and 'I don't mind'.

It must be good if you managed to celebrate with them. You never celebrated your birthday because you never told anyone about it. Well, when you did, it would be too late because the next year, you'd be dead.

That's why you don't need anything. You just want to stay.

"What about you, [Name]?"

But you can't. The cycle of torture needed to continue.

"[Name]?"

No matter what you do.

'I would die anyway.'

You leaned forward to take a cup of tea, straightening back to sip on it. However, the silence was making you weird out. When you raise your head, all of them are looking at you.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"What do you mean by that?"

You looked at Cale. Why does he look angry?

What did you say to make him and everyone else like this?

"You would die?"

You saw Lock's lips tremble while asking that. Your eyes widened. You said that out loud?

"Oh."

"What did you mean, 'oh'? Answer us, what do you mean by you would die anyway?"

The gold dragon frowned at you.

"That's a lie, right?"

"It is bad to lie, nya."

"You shouldn't talk about dying like that, nya."

You opened your mouth and closed it back. You shouldn't have slipped up like that. You are making the atmosphere somber. Why are you so hopeless like this?

In the first place, why are you getting attached again?

Why are you not learning from your mistake?

"[Name]."

"Yes, I would die."

You put the tea cup casually back on the table, looking at everyone.

"It is fine, though. This always happens."

"Are you crazy?"

The catchphrase of Cale when you are uttering something nonsense. Well, but not right now.

"Surprisingly, I should have by now. But I am telling the truth."

"Are you sick?"

"Do you have any illnesses?"

"Do you hide your injuries again?"

You shook your head.

"[Name]."

You looked at Cale. His face showed an obvious concerned.

Does he overlook something on you?

Does your tendency to harm yourself have something to do with your supposed death? What did he go wrong? Does he fail at looking at you to make you easily say about death like this?

Your tendency to harm yourself was always a concern for everyone. Your body continues to litter with small and big scars as days go by. He felt like he had failed in protecting you.

"Tell us."

However he knew something was amiss. Something he noticed about you. The way you always mentioned about not being able to die by continues to jump into danger for them. The way you sometimes exclude yourself when they are assembling together by locking yourself up in your room—like you wanted to create a distance from them.

Why did you do that?

"You always say that you won't die, no matter how grave your injury is. But now you told us you would die. There must be something you didn't tell us."

He was so sharp. Cale knew you were hiding something.

You let out a sigh. It has come to this. Better tell the truth. In the end, they wouldn't remember you anyway.

The cycle would continue.

When it is too much, you will forget about them too.

Your mouth was smooth. Every word you uttered contained truth. Your reincarnation, your immortality until you are 20, and your inevitable death at 20.

Their faces changed with each passing minute of your explanation.

"That's it."

You stopped and waited for their reaction. Honestly, you don't care much. You wanted to deny that you were not ready to leave this family people yet.

Because someone has managed to touch your frozen heart, which you never knew anyone could.

'What a shame.'

You thought to yourself: You have fantasized about having a love story of your own, but you wouldn't be able to, no matter what. You have always fantasized about your ideal partner, but no one has ever managed to melt your heart.

Until now. In this world, you don't know when it started.

You were deprived of affection and love. You wanted to feel the love of a partner. You do.

However, you knew you couldn't.

'He didn't see me that way anyway.'

What a shame. What a shame you fell for someone so affectionate and loved by many—which you also included.

What a shame. What a shame you had fallen for Cale Henituse, who loves everyone as his family.

"Ron."

His voice made you come back from your thoughts.

"Yes, young master."

"Call Cage. Also, Saint Jack. Now."

"Right away, young master."

"What are you trying to do?"

You asked him, baffled. He looked at you, and his unwavering reddish-brown eyes never not captivated you.

"You won't die."

"Did you hear what I just explained?"

"I did. And you wouldn't need to continue that cycle."

You widened your eyes.

"I will break your curse, [Name]."

"That's right! We will break your curse!"

"We have three months only; we need to work fast."

"We can put aside hunters; this matter is more important."

"True! I will do anything to help!"

"So, you must stay with us until the end, weird human!"

Raon scrunched his nose, surpassing himself from crying. On and Hong were by each of his side, looking at you with a sad expression which they would burst into tears at any moment.

All because how you speak about your continuous death like it is nothing.

All because how you speak about your reincarnation like you are numb to it.

All because of your non-concern expression of leaving them three months from now.

If you didn't tell them, would you just suddenly vanish? How would they continue living like that?

"You can't die, nya."

"I don't want you to die, nya."

Your eyes trembled.

"You won't die, [Name]. I promise."

You looked at Cale. So determined, so full of passion. When he wants something, he always makes sure to get it. That is just how he is.

Cale Henituse, how did he manage to knock on your heart so carefully yet strongly?

You had wished before. If ever there was someone who could break your curse, you would love them unconditionally.

Maybe this is your chance.

Maybe this is your last cycle.

Maybe this is the family you wished for.

Maybe your fantasy will eventually come true.

To make this your last.

[END?]