#i get tired when i recover memories and i felt it while thinking of the car rap from Parappa the Rapper

[henneseyhoe]

Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. “I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

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Woke up and remembered I forgot the taglist chile! LMFAO(some tags aren’t showing up, dk why!)

🏷️ @thatone-girly @notapradagurl7 @swavydadon @miyahmaraj @planetblaque @msinterlude @milkiboo @bloodripleygal @stevelacyballs @naj-ay444 @blackelysian @shaolyninferno

[imshymorph]

Here’s soft!price, i’m sure you missed him or at least i did. Of course as soon as i say i’ll write and post about ghost i get ideas for everyone and their mother and write those instead.

I believe that sometimes, when John is away for a mission and struggles to fall asleep, he thinks back to moments in your relationship.

Like now, it had been at least an hour since he had left the rec room where the rest of the task force had been chatting after supper. He had gotten ready for bed and finally found a comfortable position. And yet here he was, still awake despite how tired he really felt.

And just like any other time he had the chance to, he let himself think of you. First he was thinking about how you'd probably be knocked out by now, for sure falling asleep while the two of you watched a movie on the couch and cuddled.

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How he'd pause it so you wouldn't miss anything, pick you up carefully to not wake you and carry you to bed. Hold you close and pull the covers around you both before pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering a soft "i love you".

A little amused smile appeared on his lips when those three little words made him jump onto a different memory. One that you referred to as "the unofficial first i love you".

It had started when John received a call from the hospital, not giving the nurse the chance to say more than your name and at what desk he should ask to see you before he was fleeing base and coming to you (even if at that time you hadn’t been together for that long).

To this day you defend how overly dramatic he was, sure you had been in the ER, but it had been "just" because of a minor concussion. You had wanted to snack on some chocolate covered almonds while watching your show, but when you went to get them you had realised the little container had been pushed to the farthest part of the cupboard. Even in your tiptoes, your fingers only grazed the container, not getting enough of a grip to pull it forward.

Determined to have your snack you had gotten a step stool (which John had been happy to hear because he had worked really hard on getting rid of your dumb habit of climbing on the counter). What you hadn’t noticed was that the damned kitchen faucet had been leaking again. So when you got on it and leaned forward, the stool slid back, the movement making you bend forward and smack your head on the cupboard’s edge. After feeling dizzy you had called for a cab and gotten to the ER. And there you were, waiting for him to pick you up.

He had gotten leave for the first few days and kept to deskwork for a couple weeks after to make sure he was available were anything else to happen. He was glad he had done so, as the first week had mainly been you on bedrest with a killer headache, feeling dizzy nearly every time you sat up, almost nauseated whenever you had to walk to the bathroom.

He now was able to admit to himself without guilt that, despite how much he hated the circumstances (the faucet didn’t have the chance to be leaky again from then until you moved in together to the house you now share. And your step stools have grippy stickers on the feet) he loved the perfect excuse it gave him to baby you and hold you all day. Which had led to the memory that made him smile every time.

“John, I'm bored… Talk to me about something.” You murmured, your head resting on the crook of his neck to shield your eyes from the light that managed to filter through the curtains. “Anything, really.”

“Hmm, let me think.” He murmured, his gruff and low voice surprisingly being of help with your headache, giving you something to focus on instead of the pain. “I actually thought about this last week… You haven’t been to France, have you? Maybe when you recover we could plan a weekend trip to Paris.”

He couldn’t help but smile when he heard you chuckle, although it withered a bit when a small pained whimper followed, the pair flaring at the effort. “I’m okay.” You reassured almost instantly, “I just hadn’t expected the topic to be France.”

A low chuckle left him as well, “well, you said I could talk about anything, love.” He justified it with a small self-pleased smile before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Need me to bring anything to help with the pain?”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured softly, adjusting a bit in his arms. “Don’t change topics now, you were promising to take me on a trip.” you say lightheartedly, earning a small laugh from him. “I’m making a big effort here to recover, I better get something good after.”

He chuckled again, one hand moving to rub your back, making you smile against his neck. “Making the effort for me or for the trip, doll?” He teased, but he froze when your answer came, his heart beating faster than he could admit and the warmth on his cheeks luckily hidden by his beard.

“For you, of course.” It had been so simple, and yet he had to stare at the ceiling for a full minute to recover from it, feeling like his heart could jump out of his chest at any moment. And before he could realise, he had gently held your chin and pulled back a bit to look you in the eye.

“I hope you don’t tease me for the rest of our lives for saying this now, but… I love you, I love you so much.” His words had left in a soft murmur, his eyes matching your widening ones as you both processed the moment.

A small shaky breath left you and despite your prominent headache you lunged forward, pressing your lips to his in what he still considered one of the best kisses he had ever received (the list was pretty long but all of them classified after the one on your wedding). “I love you too.” you had said softly as you pulled back, just to immediately slap his shoulder. “But why tell me now, you twat. I’m stuck in bed, we can’t do anything cute like a date night.”

It had caused him to chuckle then and it did now as he adjusted his pillow and pulled the covers a little higher. The official version according to you was a month later, when you both had snuck away for a weekend to the Paris trip he had promised. You had planned an incredibly cliché day out but pretty much none of it had worked out when a storm had drenched the whole city. Somehow you had found yourself taking cover in a quaint and cosy jazz club where you had spent all night chatting away in a small booth.

He could still remember the adoring look in your eyes when he had turned back to you after ordering new drinks for you both. And when you had leaned in and said those three little words, he had known he had been right to say it a month before. His heart soaring and his whole body thrumming in delight when he whispered it back before kissing you.

With a soft smile and a quiet murmur of I love you, John passed his thumb over the wedding band that hung around his neck along with his dog tags before finally falling asleep.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Mile High Club

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: You and Wanda go on vacation

A/N: ✈️

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst

“What are you reading?”

Your wife turns to you with a curious look as she shifts to get more comfortable next to you. She’d been gazing out the window and you had to admit it was a pretty sight. The sun was starting to set and it looked beautiful over the horizon of clouds that floated closer to you than you’d ever be again. The two of you were taking a trip to Europe to visit the villa Wanda had recently purchased in Southern Italy. Technically she and her brother had bought it together one night when they’d had too much to drink, but she wasn’t going to tell you that.

You’re smiling as you turn your tablet toward your wife who still couldn’t tell what you’re reading, but you fill her in.

“It’s that supernatural thriller I was telling you about? Spirts help solve a murder, that sort of thing.”

Wanda hums at this as she leans closer to you with a sigh. She knows they have at least four hours until they’re in Italy, but she’s getting restless. She stifles a yawn as she looks around the room from where the two of you lounge on the bed. There’s still a lot of food on the dresser for you to snack on before dinner, but Wanda would rather stay in bed with you for a while. She’s tired from work as usual, but this last month had been killer. Literally. She’d had to deal with a rival attempting to take her out. She’d tried to kill her at least three times, and the last close call had landed her in medical for a few days. You’d insisted that she take a break from work to recover fully and just to get away, and she hadn’t argued.

“I’m so glad to be getting away with you.”

Wanda says this as she snuggles up next to you, and you smile before putting your tablet down with a sigh. You’d been relieved when Wanda agreed to take a trip because the last few weeks had been very stressful for you. You’d been distracted at work because the idea of your wife facing assassination attempts didn't sit well with you. You were worried and after each one of them you plotted how you could get your wife to hide until her competitor could be killed. You should have known that Wanda would insist on dealing with it herself, but now that balance was restored you were dragging your wife to Italy kicking and screaming if you had to.

Luckily, she was glad to be leaving, and you barely had to convince her to let Steve and Bucky stay back and handle the aftermath of this past month. You were going to enjoy the next couple of weeks and relax if it killed you.

“Me too. You are very overdue for a break, my love.”

Your hand absentmindedly travels to the barely healed wound that’s hidden beneath Wanda’s shirt. You try not to dwell on that night. You don’t want to think about the events that unraveled after that dreaded phone call. You didn't want to think about the time you’d spent in medical camped out beside Wanda’s bed as you waited for her to wake up from her most recent assassination attempt. You’d gone through the entire spectrum of emotions when you’d seen her passed out and bloodied in that damn bed.

You don’t realize that your mind had drifted precisely where you hadn’t wanted it to go until you feel Wanda’s fingers against your cheek. She brushes your hair out of your face with a look of understanding and regret. She always hated to put you through any sort of distress, and she’d only felt extraordinarily guilty when she’d finally woken up only to find you passed out beside her. She had decided then and there that she would do whatever you asked of her. Luckily it had just been a request for a vacation.

When Wanda leans in to kiss you, your mind is cleared of the unpleasant memories and replaced by the here and now. You focus on how your wife tastes like the expensive wine that you could honestly drink like water. How her fingers tug at your shirt as she leans back against the bed, and pulls you on top of her. You find it easy to get lost in the feeling of your wife beneath you. You follow her direction and press your lips against her neck after throwing her shirt somewhere behind you. Wanda would usually say something about this, but she’s too busy removing your shirt and leaving you bare to bother.

You’re too distracted by the view to hear what Wanda says, but you realize later that it was something complimentary that would have made you blush. You can’t count how many times you’ve gotten to see your wife like this, but you are certain that you’ll never grow tired of it. You certainly hope you’ll never grow complacent either.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You barely registered the responding smile before Wanda rolls you over onto your back. You feel your breath catch, but you can’t say for certain if it’s from the impact or the sight of your wife hovering over you. The disappearing sun streams in from the window just enough to bathe the lower half of Wanda’s face in a cool golden glow. You see her lips part and you can’t stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of her fingers trailing down your skin.

The herculean effort it takes to frown ends up being worth it when your wife responds with a smile so bright, you’re momentarily dazed.

“This was supposed to be about you.”

Wanda’s not sure where you got this idea, but she shakes her head as she sighs contently. She loves having you underneath her and she doesn’t plan on changing this any time soon. She hums under her breath as she waits for you to settle. When you release a sigh of defeat Wanda can’t help but smile triumphantly.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

You want to roll your eyes, but there really isn’t any point. When your wife wants something, she’s going to do what it takes to get it. Short of you out-right refusing her, you have a feeling she’s going to get her way as usual. In this case, you’re not sure you can pretend to be bothered by this. Even if you did want to go first.

The sun’s long gone and the moonless sky keeps the room comfortably dark by the time you and Wanda settle in for the last hour of your flight. You’re sure you’ll have to hunt for your tablet later, having heard it hit the ground a while ago, but you can’t be bothered to care at the moment. You’re too comfortable near sleep with Wanda held close to you as she naps on and off.

You’d originally said that you would try to get on Europe time during the flight, but you figure you'll have plenty of time to work that out once you get there. You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear Wanda mutter something under her breath. You miss it because you’d been thinking about Gelato and pasta, but you quickly tune back in with a confused look.

“What was that?”

Wanda smiles at you as if she knows exactly where your mind had gone, but she doesn’t comment on it right now. She turns slightly so she’s facing you and drops a hand on your waist.

“I’ve never done that before.”

You hold back your urge to tell her that she most certainly has, and instead you take a moment to read between the lines. You look around the dark room once again before you decide to ask what your wife means. She merely smiles before confirming your suspicion that she’s never had sex on a plane before. You offer her a serious nod before leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Well allow me to welcome you to the club babe. It’s great to have you here.”

Wanda’s laugh makes your smile widen and you just wait patiently as she turns completely so she’s face to face with you. She shoots you a curious look that clues you in to what she’s going to ask before she even opens her mouth.

“You’re a member already, are you?”

You can’t help but laugh in response because the mere idea of you having the chance, or desire to do this before Wanda seems incomprehensible. Wanda watches you closely as she waits for you to explain.

“Yes actually. As of an hour ago at least.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and shakes her head before mumbling something against your chest. You don’t catch what she says, but you’re not too worried about it right now. You feel your muscles start to ache in a way that makes you realize you should really take a nap. You don’t want to be exhausted when you arrive because you and Wanda are going to hit the ground running. You’d made a comment about going to the store and then immediately disappearing into the villa for the unforeseeable future.

You lie down so you’re resting on a pillow, but you keep your arms around your wife who still has her head ducked down against you. You sigh heavily as you close your eyes and will yourself to sleep. When you wake up, hopefully you and Wanda will be one step closer to your much-needed relaxation.

Masterlist

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Are You Mine?

rhea x reader

content: reader accidentally gets knocked out causing memory loss but rhea is there to help you remember. a cute fluffy lil fic (gonna try first person in a more diary kinda way?? i hope this makes sense and works??!?!)

One Monday Night RAW went a little too crazy. Rhea and Shayna were arguing which ended up becoming a fight. Things got out of hand and chairs were being thrown. Sitting in the front row, I got free tickets because Rhea is my hot goth buff girlfriend, anyway, one of the chairs ended up hitting me in the head. Everyone thought it was planned but it surely was not.

I was immediately out, on the floor. For the sake of television, Rhea and Shayna continued to argue but once the segment was over and the commercial came, the goth wrestler jumped out of the ring and flew to my side.

Medics ran towards me, rolled me out on a gurney and drove me to the local ER. Once the show was done, Rhea drove to the hospital and forced her way towards my bedside. She was crying and holding my hand begging and pleading for me to wake up. I had tubes and lines all over me.

“Is she okay? Will she wake up?” the australian asked the nurse.

“She had a bad hit, so she’ll be out for a while. But everything inside is looking as good,” the nurse sounded dull and tired. I was probably her fiftieth concussion that day.

“So she will wake up?”

“It looks like she will be able to. Considering how hard she was hit, she might have some memory loss, so be prepared for that,” she wrote something on my chart.

“Fuck,” Rhea growled.

The nurse jumped a bit at the muscular woman in her intense makeup and dark clothing. She was scared of her when she walked in but it wasn’t even close to the craziest thing she saw that day.

“I’ll be back later to check on her,” she placed the chart on the hook.

“Okay…Thank you,” Rhea kissed my hand and rested her head on the bed.

The nurse left and closed the curtain behind her.

You’re probably wondering how I remember all this…well I don’t. This is what was told to me and a little bit of dramatization for the story. But this next bit I do remember because it was after I woke up and I was able to recover my memory, but not at first. Don’t worry, it’ll get good.

So after a few hours, according to the doc, I finally woke up. I forced my eyes open and looked to see who was resting beside me. I tried to not freak out about this large dark woman holding my hand but I couldn’t think at all other than “Where am I ?!”

“Y/N!! You’re awake!” she kissed my hand and I immediately pulled it away but she didn’t take too much notice of it because she stood and called for the nurse, “Nurse!! Please hurry she’s awake!! Nurse!”

The nurse walked just a bit quicker than her normal gait. Followed by two more who were checking on different tubes and monitors. She shined the small light in my eyes as I squinted away from her, she checked my pulse and my breathing before spewing off some random medicines.

“Can someone please tell me where I am and why I’m here?” I sat up trying to avoid everyone touching me.

“You had a bad concussion, you were out for a good few hours. You’re at Rosendall Grace hospital,” the nurse said as if she was reciting lines from a play.

“How?” was all I could say.

“It was my fault,” the scary muscular woman said sniffling in the corner, “I was arguing with shayna and we threw a chair and it hit you, I’m so sorry baby.”

“Who’s Shayna and why’d you call me baby? Who are you?” I felt the side of my head that was pulsing. It felt like my brain was going to burst out.

“Don’t touch, there’s a wound there,” the nurse pulled my hand away.

“Shit,” the dark woman slammed her hand on the wall, “You lost your memory. I’m Rhea, I’m your girlfriend and have been for two years. I’m a wrestler for WWE, and Shayna is another wrestler and we were arguing on television but you were in the audience.”

The nurses that were swarming around me looked at each other as if it finally clicked in their head why she looked the way she did and why she was here with me.

“What’s WWE?”

“You’ll remember later, too much to explai-”

“Please don’t pull out your IV,” the nurse grabbed my wrist.

“I’m scared, I don’t know who she is, I’m in a random hospital with nurses that could give two shits about me. I want to leave, please!” I tried wriggle my arm out from her grip.

Rhea sits down in the chair in the corner of the room, “Please just listen to them for right now and you’ll be out sooner. Fighting them won’t help,” she sighed putting her head in her hands.

“Fine,” I huffed crossing my arms refusing them from touching me more.

“Please, we need to fix it,” the nurse held out her hand.

If looks could kill, she’d be long gone by now with the daggers I was shooting at her. She didn’t budge. So I so dramatically give her my hand.

“Thank you,” she snipped, “this is medicine that will help with the pain… morphine,” she shot a look to the australian, as if she was making sure she knew what was going to happen. “You should get your memories back within the night,” she looked back at me giving a fake smile. Taking a big sigh and checking the medicine bag hanging near me, “try to jog her memory like talking about things she likes or about the moments leading up to the injury,” she turned towards my girlfriend before nodding her head. Who knows how long she’s been here.

“Okay, yeah… I can do that,” Rhea dragged the chair back to the side of the bed.

“We’ll be back later the check on things,” the nurse gave a nod and shut the curtain once more.

“Hey,” she tried to grab for my hand but I pulled it away.

“Don’t touch me, I don’t know who you are,” I turned away from her.

“You know me very well actually,” she sat back in the chair, “You know how much vegemite I like on my toast, you know that I love to be the little spoon, you know that I-”

“Vegemite?” I looked at her confused because what the hell is that, legitimately.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved me away.

“And you,” I gestured frantically to her big arms and muscular stature, “like to be the little spoon?”

“Yes. Don’t start with me, princess,” she began to play into the memory loss as if I was someone she had never met before.

Unbeknownst to me, she was trying to win me back over but obviously I had no clue who this dark haired goth woman was. Did I think she was attractive? Yes but that’s not the point.

“Oh now you’re trying to flirt with me,” I said.

“I’m always flirting with you actually,” she winked.

The butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I tried my best to hide them but…

“Now how did I know that would fluster you, hm?”

“I don’t know! You’re good a flirting?!” I shrugged.

“I am, thank you,” she giggled.

“Ugh,” I huffed and crossed my arms. I remember thinking that she was so incredibly attractive and mysterious. I needed to know more about her but I had no clue where to start. We sat in silence for a good long minute before I decided to break it. “What did you say you did?”

“I’m a wrestler for WWE.”

“And what’s that?”

“It stands for World Wrestling Entertainment. My nickname is Mami, and I’m the big scary villain along with three other guys but we’ll get to them later.”

“Oh,” I really did try to process what she said but I was so far out of it that I had no clue what wrestling was. I thought that if I faked it, she would believe me.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember, you will eventually,” only then did I notice what she was wearing because she was putting everything on display by her manspreading. She noticed that I was staring pretty hard trying to take it all in, “What’re ya looking at so hard?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m trying to figure out what you’re wearing and why you’re wearing it,” I shifted in the bed.

“Oh,” she chuckled before she stood. “These are my boots,” she pointed at them as her feet turned in, “these are my fishnets,” she pulled at them with a snap, “they always gets holes in them but I think it makes me look cooler, and these are my lil booty shorts,” she pointed at them with both of her hands gesturing to her center, “this is my shirt with the group on it… that’s me,” she pointed at each of the silhouetted figures on the shirt, “that’s Dom Dom, that’s Damian and that’s Finn. They’re my boys,” she smiled.

“Hmm,” I said contently. I was really was fascinated by this woman. She was so… interesting.

She sat back down pulling the chair closer to the bed but I didn’t feel the need to shy away again. Something about her made me feel…safe.

She cleared her throat, “so do you remember anything at all?”

“Well, I know my name is (y/n) only because that’s what you said earlier, and I know I got hit in the head, and obviously I know how to talk, but other than that…” I couldn’t think of anything, nothing at all. I began to freak out a little but I tried to hide it as best I could.

“Hey, hey," she grabbed my hand, "it's okay, you'll get your memories back soon, I'm sure. Nothing to worry about, just a lil blip is all," she kissed my hand.

A shot of warmth from her voice as the kiss flew through me and calmed me almost immediately. I guess I did know her.

We sat in silence for a good moment as I studied her. Her eyes are an icy blue that almost close when she smiles wide, her teeth are perfectly white, her nose is long and skinny with a bump in the middle, it suits her. Her tattoos are dark but fit her style as if she was born with them, her calloused hands look rough but are softer than you can imagine. The way her black wavy hair falls perfectly around her face, framing it just right to accentuate her cheekbones. Her arms are muscular but you can’t tell when she’s relaxed, though I’m sure that if she flexed I’d go into cardiac arrest. I laughed at myself with that one.

“What’s so funny, love?” her voice was quiet but gentle.

The pet name didn’t phase me as much as the first one did, “just thinking.”

“Bout what?” She crossed her legs leaning on her elbow with her chin in her hand.

“How I wish I remembered who you are because I definitely think you’re my type,” I could feel my face getting red and hot.

“Oh trust me, I wish you could too because I most definitely am your type,” one of her blue eyes winked at me and the monitor started beeping faster.

She laughed as she looked at the heart rate going up, “Told ya.”

“Knock, knock,” a different nurses voice came through the curtain before she walked through, “your nurse left for the night so I’ll be taking care of you for now,” she grabbed my chart, “So how are you feeling?”

“My head isn’t throbbing anymore so that’s good, but I guess I still don’t have my memory yet.”

“It’ll come soon, but I’m glad the morphine is working,” she smiled as she put my chart back and flicked the IV bag to get rid of the bubbles, I’m not exactly sure why she did that though.

I gave her a weak smile before looking back at the dark woman beside me. She gave me another wink and the monitor beeped faster again.

“Oh! You okay?” the nurse shot me a look.

“Yeah, uh… I’m fine,” I tried to shrink myself down.

“She’s okay Doc, just trying to jog her memory,” the wrestler said.

“I see,” she giggled, “I’ll be back to check on you later. Maybe try to get some sleep, that usually helps others with their memory. Like a hard reset!” She quietly left the room, if that’s what you wanna call it.

“That’s actually a good idea, wait, when did we eat last?” my so called girlfriend asked.

“Around 5 I think?”

“What?”

“What what?”

“You remember when we ate?” She started to get excited.

“Oh… I guess I do!”

“Do you remember what you ate?”

“Uuuuhhhhhh….” I really thought hard about what food was, “Damn, no I don’t.”

“Damn,” her face dropped immediately, “I’ll get some stuff from the vending machine though, I’ll be right back, baby,” she stood and kissed my forehead.

As if someone hit me with another chair, my head pounded with memories. True Love’s Kiss really came through with this one. I remembered everything, who she was, what I ate, who I was, where we were, why we were here. I held my head as they came rushing back, “Rhea?”

“Yeah?”

“Do that again,” I pointed at my forehead.

So she did, but she didn’t notice that I said her name, which shoulda been the dead give away because I’ll be honest, I didn’t remember her name when she said it at the beginning of this whole mess.

“That’s what I thought,” I said.

“What?” she stepped back a bit.

“That I love you,” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.

“You do?! You remember?!” She was almost jumping she was so excited. “So who am I? What do I do?”

“You’re Rhea Ripley of the Judgment Day, you wrestle for WWE and most importantly you’re my girlfriend,” I shook my legs with excitement.

“Yes! Yes!!” She bent down and kissed my lips holding my face, “What else?!” she didn’t let go of my face though.

“We had burgers for dinner with the boys, Dom, Finn, and Damian. You had a match against Shayna that ended with me getting hit with the chair,” I laughed it off.

“YES!!” she kissed me once more, “NURSE! She remembered! Nurse!!!”

She came running in, “YAY!!” she was much more enthusiastic than the other one, “That’s exciting news!! Oh I love hearing about things like this, it’s so cool how the brain works,” she laughed. “I’ll get the doc to come check on you once more to see of you can be discharged. Be right back!” as she slipped out.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!!” Rhea kissed all over my face and down my neck finishing with a long kiss on my lips.

“I love you too…Mami,” I giggled.

“I can’t wait to get you out of here,” she snarled playfully.

“Me either.”

[hydrobunny]

sweet nothing

tags: songfic, established relationship, no dialogue (kinda? its italics not quotes), taylor swift songs

wc: 2.2k

i spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last july.

the beach has always been you and sae itoshi’s safe place. there are no prying eyes, no bloodthirsty paparazzi, no nothing.

its quiet. the way it should be, you think. it takes you back to simpler times, times when sae stood a chance against the overwhelming tide of devoted fans.

you two had been here before. actually, the two of you had been to dozens of beaches before. but this one is special.

this particular beach lies barely an hour away from sae’s hometown, barely an hour away from junior high football fields filled with overgrown grass and memories. if you two wanted, you could visit sae’s parents this very day.

but you two don’t want to. and that’s not the only reason that makes this beach significant. some ways down the shoreline, past the well-populated sands and discarded sandcastles, there’s an outcropping of rocks.

by themselves, the rocks aren’t necessarily anything to gawk at. but they’re where sae told you he loved you; where you heard sae laugh for the first time. you lean into his solid form as you reminisce. his arm gently wraps around your shoulders.

it had been a hot, almost scorching day in july. the two of you had somehow escaped sae’s overbearing manager, sprinting down the burning sand holding nothing but each other’s hands.

you were the first to need to stop, of course. sae could have likely ran down the entire beach if he wanted to, but you weren’t even close to that stamina level. you had doubled over right by those rocks, clutching your side like you would never breathe again. (you did.)

while you recovered, he collected an assortment of pebbles, kicking some an outrageous distance away and skipping the rest into the water. it was glaringly juvenile, the way he narrowed his eyes and felt each rock for that perfect shape.

you had watched him until he told you to stop. with a smile, you joined him in the endeavor to skip one rock five separate times before it could sink into the dark blue waves. (neither of you could do it in the end.)

when the sky began to bleed into pinks and reds, you climbed onto the largest rock there, sae watching your movements warily. you told him to come on, get up here and he did, rolling his eyes all the way. the two of you watched that sun set, dipping below the horizon until all that was left of it was the rainbow of colors left in the sky.

 you looked at sae and told him you loved him. 

you never even gave him a chance to respond, immediately diving into the cooling sea in a whirl. you’re still not sure why you did it, why you had seen his mouth open and decided you couldn’t bear to hear his answer and would prefer getting your clothes wet.

he had jumped in after you with barely any hesitation. he didnt need to - you were surprisingly quite the swimmer - but he did, arms wrapping around you, legs kicking toward the surface.

you opened your eyes through the hazy and stinging film of saltwater and saw sae laughing. you doubt if anyone (well, maybe rin years and years ago) had ever seen him like that before. his laugh was just as beautiful as him, and it had gotten you to laugh as well.

when all traces of laughter had ebbed away, he met your eyes and told you you were an absolute idiot. and then he told you but i love you and then you two were kissing in the sea, tasting the salty tang of seawater on each others’ lips. (he tells you later the salt came from your tears. you refuse to believe him.) 

his manager almost killed you when you both returned dripping wet. 

his manager might still kill you today, you think. you’re pretty sure sae was supposed to be in some tv interview twenty minutes ago. but he doesn’t mention it, and you don’t want to break this peace anyway.

the seagulls swoop over your heads, and you whisper another i love you into the world.

  they said the end is coming, everyone’s up to something. i find myself running home to your sweet nothings.

sae itoshi knows he’s talented. he knows that there are millions of people that would kill to be who he is currently: a football genius with clubs throwing money at his feet in hopes he’ll bless them with his skills.

but he doesn’t need all the fucking bootlicking. he has one goal after all: to be the number one. there's nothing he can gain from the interviews his manager pushes him into, the photo shoots they make him stand for.

sae wonders what would happen if he were to suffer some career ending injury. would japan still love him? or would they tell him it was his own fault, his failed responsibility of becoming the best?

despite anything and everything that could happen to him, despite the way the money grabbing ceo’s want to milk every last drop out of him, there exists one certainty in sae’s life.

you love him.

you tell him so just about every day, in person, a phone call, or even a hasty three letter text message.

and he loves you.

it's the one thing that will forever stay constant in his life. it's more predictable than shidou asking him for just one chance, more predictable than rin being able to flawlessly score a goal using sae’s passes.

he doesn't have to think about it anymore. he calls you right after practice ends and right before it starts. he presses a kiss onto your lips every morning before his run and another when he comes back home.

you greet him with nothing but a smile and a missed you. you ask him about his day, and he actually enjoys doing the same to you. you answer him happily as you run your fingers soothingly over the knots in his back. he lets you talk and talk, words barely ever leaving his lips.

neither of you hold any expectations from the other. there’s no criticism, no frustrating questions that leave him irritated and snippy.

its just a relationship. an exchange of mutual trust and affection. its the promise of forever, the assurance that nothing will ever change.

so when you laugh near him with a flush in your cheeks, sae thinks that's all he could ever need.

on the way home, i wrote a poem; you say “what a mind.” (this happens all the time.)

the car is silent. you stare out the window, watching the trees blur by. it's been a while since you've felt so…melancholy. something about the way the scenery leaves as fast it appears makes you sad.

sae asks if you're feeling okay from the driver's seat. its not often you get the chance to drive together, but you're glad for every extra minute. even if it means he can tell when you're feeling off.

you're honestly not sure what to respond with. you shrug, a quiet just thinking leaving your parted lips.

he slows the car down, shooting you a look that tells you you better find a better response. you look at him helplessly in turn. it's just so strange to think about, isn't it? the trees they blink by in a matter of seconds will continue to grow for centuries, while you and sae will be gone from the world. you and him will never get to see the beauty that blooms on earth after your lives.

sae looks at you in disbelief. he’s never heard you be so cynical before, and it’s quite uncharacteristic. you give him a smile and turn back to the window with an exhale.

four turns later, he tells you that you’re unbelievably idiotic and shouldn’t be so negative. everyone knows they’re doomed to die from the start, so why get so moody about it? you’re both in the prime of your lives; at least give him another fifty years to show you the entire world before you start complaining about being in the wrong generation.

you laugh and tell him that it’s a promise, that he’ll let you drain his bank account if it means you get to see some architectural miracle.

he grumbles that you’re already taking all his money, but gives his agreement anyway. (it’s not like he would ever actually have financial problems in this lifetime anyway. all those sponsorships and games won makes sure of that.)

thirteen minutes away from your home, you murmur out a thank you and sae squeezes your hand three times in reply.

outside they’re push and shoving; you’re in the kitchen humming. all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

when sae asks you to marry him, he does it in your shared apartment before you've even had your morning coffee.

there’s no fanfare, no obnoxious cheering and photography. he just looks at you from the bedroom door- looks at your messy bedhead, the way you sway from side to side as you insert one of those coffee pods- and gets down on one knee. he doesn’t even have a ring yet, for god’s sake. it’s still in his nightstand drawer besides a photo album.

it takes you much longer than it should to process. you blink at him with wide wide eyes and the cofeemaker starts pouring behind you but you just stand and stare. sae doesn’t get nervous often, but this might be one of those times.

finally, after what feels like hours, you ask if he couldn’t have at least waited until you brushed your teeth, if he was going to even get you a ring, and takes his hand.

he shrugs and admits that it’s in the bedroom, and you push him away with a screech of do it again.

so sae begrudgingly shuffles back into the bedroom, smiling at how you frantically pat down like your hair like people are watching.

a minute later, he kneels down before you for the second time that morning with a velvet box in his hand. he opens it slowly, revealing the much too expensive ring in it.

you gasp with enough surprise that it really does feel like a first proposal, but he can see the laughter twinkling in your eyes.

sae slides the ring onto your finger carefully. it’s a perfect match (he made sure of that), and sits snugly next to your knuckle.

you stare at it- and him- with stars in your eyes, and coffee overflows past the cup and onto their kitchen floor with a tap, tap, tap.

and the voices that implore, “you should be doing more,” -to you, i can admit that im just too soft for all of it.

the public doesn't like it. when do they ever like anything? but they especially don't like how he refuses to let a single reporter on the church grounds, how he almost cancels the whole thing and flies you to vegas instead.

it's rin that convinces him to stick with the goddamn proper wedding, surprisingly. because you deserve it, the younger itoshi hisses out into sae’s ear.

and sae knows he’s right. rin has the tendency to be right.

so even though he knows you wouldn't care where or how they exchange those rings, he stands at that altar, the smell of roses soothing his nerves.

when you walk down that aisle, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. all other senses are drowned out by the sight of you, all rosy cheeks and long lashes.

he swallows, hard, when you finally reach your place at the altar. the officiant announces the exchange of vows, and sae braces himself.

the first sound out of his mouth is a hoarse whisper of nothing. he coughs immediately to clear his throat, and your lips twitch upward.

sae stands up straighter (his spine is already ramrod straight), and starts again.

he’s spent the last month and a half poring over these words. he wants- needs you to know how deep his feelings for you are. he needs you to know he would never hurt you, how he would fall from grace just to feel your touch.

so when sae concludes his vows with a dedication of all his future wins to you, he’s almost proud to see tears glimmering in the corner of your eyes.

and then you begin your vows, and he thinks he's been sorely outdone. every one of your words go straight to his heart like an arrow, and he can feel himself bleeding out.

but you revive him over and over again with each confession of love, each tiny moment shared, and he somehow falls even deeper in love with you.

when you finish, sae itoshi realizes it's hopeless. for the rest of his life, it will always be you. no other person will ever hold his heart in the palm of their hand like you do. even football pales

in comparison to the thought of forever with you.

and you two kiss, husband and wife, and he realizes that’s perfectly fine with him.

a/n: happy 50 followers !?!?! this is a songfic so its a diff writing style than my usual stuff, but this kind of writing will only be for songfics. 

reblogs and feedback appreciated!

[knullanon]

Yandere Grayson family taking in a teenaged dependent (not necessarily their family but someone they were in charge of) of one of the guardians of the globe, after their death. The teen attempting to find stability after such a traumatic event.

love you guys 💗

Part of The Family

words: 1829

warnings: talk of a loved ones death, depression, lmk if I missed anything!

~~~

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

You had told yourself that many times, after your caregiver suddenly died, and you found out about their secret life. It was too much at once. You already lost your family: you didn't know what you were going to do without any other support in your life.

For a few days, you thought your life was over. You were depressed and out of energy, too tired to get up, too tired to even think about what had happened. You knew that you would eventually have to move out, get a job to support yourself. You had tried to plan for it as soon as you realized your grief was getting the best of you, but it was too much at once.

You were even thinking of just up and leaving, not taking anything with you just to start out fresh. The looming thought of what you could do now was always in the back of your mind, never leaving it even when you were sleeping.

And then, you met the Grayson's. They were nice enough when you first met them at the funeral. Debbie and Mark were very comforting to be around. And then, you got probably the best news of your life.

They were offering to take you in. Not just for a little while, but actually adopt you. It was the news you needed to get out of your little depression hole you had made and actually look forward to something in your life.

When they welcomed you with open arms, and had taken care of you like one of their own, it felt like an actual family.

Whether you realized it or not, you were slowly starting to forget about your old caretaker. They were almost an afterthought in comparison to the Grayson's.

You didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. On one hand, you were very happy in your new home, with your family, and you didn't have any worries or doubts that they didn't like you. On the other hand, you were forgetting the person who had taken care of you for the past few years. It almost felt disrespectful to your old caretaker to forget them so easily.

At first, it was just an afterthought, as you believed that you were just recovering from a traumatic event. But eventually, the depression and guilt started to sink in again. That you were discarding their memory. That they meant nothing to you even after all they had done. That they had cared for you and loved you, and this is what you do in return.

Eventually, it was always on your mind. And apparently, it was visible to your new family.

---

"Hey, _____, did you want to get some food?"

You looked towards your doorway, seeing Mark with his stupid little smile he always had. You had wondered how he was able to keep it on all the time.

"Sure, if you want to. Can you pay?"

"Yeah, where did you want to go?"

You shrugged. "Whatever's cheapest, I guess." You got up from your bed, and grabbed your jacket off your chair. You noticed that Mark almost seemed a little dejected, but it disappeared when you got a good look at him. He ran down the hall, yelling, "I'll be out in a second!"

After putting on your shoes and walking down the stairs, and into the living room. You walk past Nolan, which got his attention.

"Hey _____, where are you two headed?" He looked up from his laptop, obviously hearing your conversation upstairs. However, you were used to it at this point, as you soon realized when you first arrived. Mark and Nolan could hear anything anywhere.

"Mark wants to get some food, we'll probably just go get some fast food or something." You sat on the couch, patiently waiting for Mark, while thinking of the places you both could go.

Nolan closed his laptop with a soft click, before he fully turned towards you in his seat.

"_____, is there something... wrong? That we've done?"

You turned to look at him, obviously confused. "No, no. Why do you ask?"

He picked up his laptop and dishes, before he walked towards the sink. "I don't want you to think that I think that you're being rude or mean, because that's not at all what I'm worried about. It's just that you've been... distant, I guess the word is. Not because you want to be, but maybe because you're uncomfortable."

Before you could say anything, Mark yelled down the stairs, "I'm almost done! Just wait outside!" along with his footsteps down the hall. Nolan looked a little annoyed, but he quickly finished his talk, and put the dishes in the cabinets.

"I just want to let you know that I am here to talk to you. I know that it's been a rough couple of months for you, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home."

Mark came running down the stairs, pulling a jacket over his shoulders. When he realized Nolan was there, he quickly told him, "Me and _____ are gonna go get some dinner, did you want anything?"

Nolan shook his head, "No, I already got something. Just be back before 9."

While Mark walked outside, Nolan again turned towards you. He gave out a long sigh, obviously a little irked that he couldn't finish his talk with you. "I know it's been hard for you to cope, so if you need anything, just know I am always available."

While he walked up the stairs, Mark came back inside. "Hey, did you forget something?"

You shook your head and walked out with him. "No, just talking with..."

What should you call Nolan? Was he your father? Was he just someone who housed you? What was he to you?

You couldn't finish your thought, however, as Mark had lifted you up and started flying.

"So, where did you want to eat?"

---

You both ended up just picking up a few burgers from a local joint before he told you he knew a spot, and flew you both over to a cliff overlooking a valley.

While it was beautiful, just talking with Mark and having fun was the best part of it.

"-and then, get this, he tells me his mom was there and that she wanted to speak to me!"

"Oh my god..."

"I know, right? So I walk out and ask her 'is there a problem, maam?' and she just goes berserk, like she starts yelling and screaming at me about how her son is innocent, and even he's embarrassed at this point."

"Did she do anything else?"

"No, she got hauled away by the cops after she started swinging at the guys who brought out her son. I've never seen anything like it before." he laughed and ate some of his food, before he laid down on his back.

"This place is so cool, dude. I never would've thought you could've found something like this before." Looking through the valley, it was mainly just trees and different rock formations that were spread about.

"Well, I've been scouting this place out since almost nobody comes by here for a place to just sit and watch everything, which is how I found this little ledge. I'm glad you like it."

He laughed a little more, before he sat up again, leaning on his forearm.

"Hey, I don't wanna be like, weird about this I guess, but I heard your talk with dad."

Of course, since Mark was half Viltrumite he could also hear extremely well.

"I just wanna make sure I didn't do anything. I know I can be, a little much sometimes, so if you want me to stop anything that I'm doing, I will."

You stayed silent for a minute, not wanting to say anything. If anything, you wished your problems could be washed away, that they never existed. that you could just be happy that you had a family.

Originally, you were just going to change the subject. But there was no one there. No one to eavesdrop. You could just get it all out, without having to worry who was listening.

Besides, Mark wouldn't tell anyone.

"I feel selfish for loving you guys: Nolan, Debbie, you. You make me feel like my old family, how we were all close knit and knew everything about each other. But I don't want to just discard my old guardian. They cared for me, too. They loved me."

"I know I loved them as well, but now it doesn't feel like it. I've been with them for years, and I can't even remember what food they liked, what we would do on the weekends, how they also loved me. I feel like I'm just discarding them for something new, that's better than them."

You ate some of the leftover fries from the bag, before you sighed. "I don't know, I just feel like I could do better and yet, I'm not."

Mark was also silent for a moment, but he quickly realized he would have to say something.

"I know that I won't understand what you're going through, and that you are in a completely different situation to me. But it's ok to love someone else. They would want you to be happy. They wouldn't want you to be so sad about their death that you couldn't live your life without them, right?"

"It's not that you're forgetting them, or even that you're moving on. You're obviously still upset about what happened. I mean, we're still talking about almost 8 months after it happened, and that's ok. It's just that you think that just because you're moving on also means that you have to forget about them, or that you have to get rid of them. They can still exist in your memory, and you can still remember them in ways that won't make you feel down."

You both sat in silence for a while, not knowing how to continue. It wasn't awkward silence, but rather a simple, pleasant silence, one that was very much needed after your talk. It was... comforting.

Suddenly, Mark's phone rang and he pulled out, shutting off an alarm he put on. "It's 8:45. We should head back now."

You both put your trash inside of the bag, before he took it from you and flew into the air. You gave him a look.

"You're not just gonna throw that somewhere random, right?"

he smiled, before he suddenly disappeared and reappeared within half a minute, this time without the bag. "I threw it in a nearby garbage can, that happened to be 2 and half miles away."

He offered you his hand, "Well, let's make sure that we get home right on time. Dad won't be too mad, but Mom will throw me off the roof if we're a second late."

~~~

instead of using experiences w my dad, I'm actually using experiences w my mom to help with writing. this was strange to write, not only because I feel it has a lot more dialogue than normal, but I'm also very happy with it. I hope I can write like this in the future more.

[thelittlewriter]

Wake Up

Pairing : Bakugou x Reader

It's the second part of this (just so you get the context)

Next Part

Your eyes suddenly opened. Everything was white. Your last memory came back violently from the back of your head.

Civilians in danger.

Where were they ? Where were you ? Where was he ?

"Everything's fine. Stop moving."

You immediately recognize his voice. You opened your mouth to call his name but Hawks put a finger to your lips.

"Not now," he said. "You should rest a little more."

You had so many questions, but it still felt reassuring to see a familiar face. You closed your eyes. You were gone again. Gone, but not dead. The way that thought felt reassuring to you was rather... uncanny.

"You missed her."

You were still hearing Hawks' voice, though so faintly you thought you were dreaming.

"She was awake ?"

Bakugou. Was he there too or were you dreaming ? You hoped he was fine, and wished he was really there.

You opened your eyes again. Hawks was gone. Bakugou was sitting on a chair, sleeping. You looked around for a while. It was nighttime. You didn't remember what time it was when you had first woken up. If he was still allowed to be here when visiting hours were over, he must have had yelled a lot. You looked at your limbs. Your body seemed to have recovered... well... Almost too well. For how long had you been asleep exactly ?

"You're awake."

You turned toward the voice. He had enormous eye bags and looked like he was the one who needed to be in a hospital bed. You opened your mouth to speak but Bakugou stopped you.

"You're supposed to rest your voice."

You sighed.

"I'll call a nurse," he announced.

He stood up and left the room. He didn't look hurt. But again, maybe he wasn't hurt anymore. A nurse came into the room a few minutes after.

"A doctor will come and check up on you," you heard her say. "You're recovering well, if you keep going like this, you'll be out in a couple of weeks."

You looked at her with begging eyes. It wasn't that your physical state wasn't important but...

"Oh, you must be wondering about the young man. He went to get a coffee, but between you and me, I think he just wants to give your privacy while you talk to your doctor."

She giggled and murmured something you didn't catch under her breath.

"If you want my advice," she said as she was leaving the room. "Send that man home. I don't think he ever got out of here enough to get a good night sleep."

She winked and disappeared. Shortly after, a doctor came into the room. She told you everything you needed to know. You had been asleep for a week, your body had mostly recovered but you would need a little bit of time to get back to work. You weren't allowed to speak for at least a few more days. But more importantly :

"Your mission was successful. Nobody was hurt, including the hero you were with."

So he hadn't been hurt at all. You were relieved. You closed your eyes. You were still a little bit tired. When you opened your eyes again, the sun was slowly rising.

“Good morning.”

Hawks was here again. Even though the two of you knew each other quite well, you didn’t expect him to come and visit you that much. 

“I just came back from my night shift. I’ll be going soon.”

You couldn’t talk. You wanted to ask him some questions. It had been a while since the two of you talked to each other.

“I’ve been well,” he said as if he was reading your mind. “He hasn't.”

He pointed his finger at Bakugou, who was sleeping on a chair. He looked awful, tired, stressed out. 

“He’s been there since you got here.”

He wasn’t the first to tell you that.

“At least, he’s sleeping now. He stared at you for a whole day, you know ?”

You couldn’t imagine it. It felt strange to know you had people around you if you were hurt. That people would show up.

“Bakugou,” you said.

Your voice was hoarse and weak and it hurt to speak. You could see Hawks had a disapproving look on his face. You understood why you shouldn’t speak yet. It hurt a lot. But still, you could see him suddenly wake up right after you called him. He stood up.

“Are you ok ?”

You shook your head.

“What is it ? Are you thirsty ?”

He looked around, probably looking for water. It could have been funny and you could have teased him about his concern if he didn’t look so exhausted.

“Y/N wants you to go home.”

He looked at Hawks and then at you. You swore you never saw him looking that... hurt. Still, you nodded. You took a deep breath. You knew you should rest your voice but still you said :

“Go to sleep.”

You promised yourself it was the last time you would speak until you were cleared. Bakugou sighed. You gestured him to come closer. He complied without resistance. You took his hand. It was rough. You never really touched his hands in such a... relaxed setting. You couldn’t even say what you wanted to say. You just looked at him in the eyes as an attempt to convey all of your emotions. It failed, obviously, as Bakugou just looked away.

“It means thank you.”

You even forgot Hawks was there. But at least, he got you. You nodded.

“How do you even know ?”

“Isn’t that obvious ?” Hawks asked, as he exited the room.

He looked at you with a smile before leaving the room, waving goodbye at you.

Bakugou moved his hand away from yours and put it back in his pocket.

“I’ll get you water... and then I’ll go home.”

You sighed in relief, which seemed to irritate it a little.

“Do I look that bad ?”

You couldn’t say no, and the face you made seemed to tell him everything he needed to know. He stormed out. You couldn’t even explain what you meant to him. Not being able to speak was frustrating. He came back, holding a bottle of water.

“I’ll go now.”

You nodded. He looked at you for a while, unmoving. You nodded again. He looked like he wasn’t ready to leave.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

You punched your hospital bed furiously. It hurt a little, made no noise and probably looked very embarrassing. But still, Bakugou seemed to understand what you meant.

“Tomorrow. I will be back tomorrow.”

He got out of the room. He hated to leave you alone, but he understood that you also needed to rest. As he walked home, he suddenly felt the impact of these past events on his body. It ached all over and he needed to sleep. You even told him to go rest when you needed it the most. He didn't look that bad, didn't he ?

He looked at his reflection through the window of a shop. His eyes were swollen, red and his eye bags were dark and deep. He looked like he hadn't slept for a week. He hadn't slept much this week.

"Shit," he muttered, looking away.

He was terrifying. But again, it had been stressful. He had been forced by the hero commission to "take time for himself". Apparently, it was protocol when things like that happened, but he didn't expect it to last that long. However, seeing himself now, he clearly wasn't in the best condition. He decided he would rest properly before going back to you. Still, he was sulking on his way home.

He had no idea you knew Hawks, pretty well it seemed. The way he knew what you thought and wanted without you having to say it was making him angry. It just reminded him that despite how you acted, the two of you weren't that close. It's not like you didn't try. But maybe you had just stopped trying along the way.

He didn't like that. You used to beg him to let you in his life and you weren't doing that anymore. He hated that. He hated that he missed his chance but most of all, he hated that he almost lose all his chances at getting to know you better. You almost died. He had almost lost you.

He had so many opportunies now. His promise to cook for you had yet to be fulfilled. He didn't really care before, he never thought he might never be able to do it. But he would. Starting tomorrow, he would be by your side, as more than just a hero partner.

"But first", he mumbled. "First, let me go to sleep."

Hey ! I decided to write what happens next... I wasn't supposed to, I just thought we'd never know but I don't like ending with angst so... here it is ! I hope you liked it, I think I'm gonna write a few more about the development of their relationship...

[capitalisticveins]

my feelings are still hurt from hearing Milo scream in pain from the bone is his arm literally being crushed in half soo…

Angst headcannons on ANYONE but my baby❤️ because who knows how much I can take??

First request! These are Angst headcanons for nearly everyone...except Milo and Sweetheart (when I say nearly everyone I mean nearly everyone)

Some characters show up more than once, some only show up once, hope you enjoy! [also the format is really weird for some reason and idk how to fix it? im sorry :( ]

Precious is scared to think anything in fear of Regulus listening in.

Huxley and Damien haven’t seen Lovely since Inversion, and haven't seen them return to classes either. To them, Lovely is dead. (well i mean they are dead but y’know what I mean)

Lovely is resentful of Sam for how much of his power he recovered after being turned compared to them, and they hate that they feel that way.

When Elliott heard about Sunshine getting into the crash, he nearly had a panic attack when he heard that they were in critical condition. The person at the front desk could barely understand him when he demanded to see Sunshine.

It took Cutie 2 months to finally pursue therapy, but due to how much the price of therapy skyrocketed in Dahlia after Inversion, they had to look for help outside of town, and is having their friend house sit until they come back.

Both Anton’s and James’ listeners have forgotten what they look like. James’ listener doesn’t even know if he’s okay.

Tank didn’t fully hate Quinn after telling the Department what he did. They were angry, but they didn’t hate him. It wasn’t until he ambushed them and their friend while on a walk did they feel any disdain.

Vincent sees Alexis as a step-sister. The feeling isn’t mutual.

Asher claws at his scars constantly, which creates more scars which he also claws through. It’s a cycle not even Baaabe can end.

Ollie gets tired through all the work assigned to him at Vesta, but he’s never told Babe, or anyone. He just keeps taking the work with a smile and insists on helping people with their work. It’s gotten to the point where he has to slip out of Babe’s arms in their sleep to finish up.

Caelum wishes to have a seat at the double wedding, but he won’t.

Cam’s insomniac listener hasn’t had a visit from him in a while, and it’s gotten harder to fall asleep. Whenever they can’t fall asleep, they simply dim the lights, play calming music, and draw a mysterious man that is stuck in the back of their head, but they can’t recall where they’ve seen him from. They usually do this until 8am, and it messes with the rest of their day.

Guy and Honey have had only 1 major “argument”. Guy was constantly distracting Honey on purpose while they were studying for their finals, something they’ve been stressing over. Eventually they grew angry at him whining outside their door and yelled at him to leave them alone and “pester someone who can tolerate him” before slamming the door and returning to their studies. They didn’t apologize right away, they just both sort of acted casually after a week. It wasn’t until a year after they graduated that the event leaked into Honey’s mind, and they randomly apologized to him. Guy felt that he deserved the reprimand, and they had a talk before they decided to play Mortal Kombat together.

Tank acts tough and violent, but they are petrified of Quinn. They’ve been with him the longest, they know what he’s like, what he can do. They’ve planned out everything they’ll say and do when they encounter him, but if they see him, they’re practically frozen.

Sam has openly refused getting into a car if he sees Lovely in the driver’s seat. He expressed that he’d rather run around the Earth than get into a car with “the second coming of road Satan”. Lovely laughs at the memory but Sam was dead serious.

When they’re not being worked on, or in sleep mode, the Asset sort of just…stares at their hands, and tells anyone questioning that they’re simply recalibrating data. They’re not. They’re reflecting on what happened to them when the obsession code was inserted, and trying to recall what they were like before. They can’t remember.

Freelancer has had MANY “not so nice” thoughts before Caelum revealed himself, and they returned after Inversion.

Angel’s cat died a little while ago. They didn’t tell David, they just drove to Milo’s house under the guise of “going to the store”, and played with Aggro.

Lasko nearly turned down the offer of being a professor at D.A.M.N

The Asset used to go into sleep mode when getting worked on or have upgrades installed. Not anymore. They make sure to keep an eye on the person working on them, and question every code they write, scanning to see if their heart accelerates to catch them in a lie.

Cam has been the only person working at D.U.M.P who questions Warden’s whereabouts.

Fred and Brighteyes haven’t spoken since their argument. Both because Fred can hold a grudge, and because Bright refuses to leave their room if Fred is out there.

Geordi tried talking to Cutie again, but they wouldn’t respond to his texts, or look at them, so he had to visit the house. You can imagine his surprise when someone he remembers seeing from the Pool Party inside their home telling him Cutie is out of town, and you can imagine his surprise when he came back months later and was told the same thing.

Seer Obscura is incredibly superstitious. No walking under ladders, no umbrellas indoors, no stepping on cracks, no going around a pole, none of that. They’re terrified of being killed by some horrible luck

David didn’t consider getting into an official relationship with Angel at first. He thought they wouldn’t last for more than a month. Angel thought otherwise, so while David wasn’t giving it his all for the first few weeks of the relationship, Angel was.

Lasko hasn’t spoken to his mom since he abruptly ran away, and neither of his parents have made an attempt to contact him, despite him trying to contact them.

Warden has grown dependent on Vega in the month they’ve been with him, and becomes distraught when he’s not in the room. 

Baaabe is usually hard-headed and speaks with passion, but after Inversion, they grew to be more soft-spoken, especially around Asher.

When Starlight was first released from Hell, they sneezed after about a minute, so Avior was stuck looking at them sneezing super slowly for a month and a half.

(last one isn't angst lmao)

[yanderes-galore]

Hey, wanna try my luck even though I don't have much hope I'll get in lol. If you cannot do anything with this, feel free to discard. May I get Yandere! BotW! Link with someone who's been with him since the start and he's slowly pushing his memories of his old life away cuz it hurts too much and rathers thinks and is with his new friend (and hopefully more like lover)? Like, just obssessive and...I just need some good yandere botw link. Make him suffer and then obsess over me thank you ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

I couldn't figure out how to make this a concept so I made this a short :D Enjoy, my mutual! I made this sorta based on my BOTW Link concept plot. Hope I got the tone of the fic right! Sorry it's not as long as yours :(

Postponing Destiny

Yandere! Link (BOTW) Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Trauma, Clingy behavior, Fear of loss/abandonment, Dubious relationship, Fantasy of kissing, Angst.

Sometimes the past should just be left in the past. Link wished that applied to him... as his life before losing his memories was torture. He's the fated hero of this land...

Yet he doesn't want the responsibility.

Why? Link is tired of the pain and the hurt. When he lost his memories he felt happy. He didn't have to remember the pain then.

Plus, Link had met you in the first town he approached. You offered the Hylian your services and even offered him a bed. From you he got food, a new set clothes, and somewhere go flee to if things got bad.

With you... there was no pain.

When Link left to fight monsters in the surrounding area he felt better knowing he wasn't alone. He didn't remember the pain of his friends dying. He didn't have to think about the fate of Zelda along with Hyrule itself.

The only thing that reminded him of his destiny was the Calamity swirling around the castle... something he sought to ignore.

Link didn't want to return to his destined path just yet. No, the Hylian felt so much more at home with you. In the village he felt momentarily protected from all of the hurt.

Link loved to live with you. He loved helping you cook recipes he's recently learned. You're a great friend and companion to him.

He even felt like there was more between you if he pushed a little further.

Why should he have to return to all that pain? Why should he face this all alone? Why can't he just feel safe curled up in your arms... away from the evils of the world.

Link wanted to drown himself in your affection to heal the pain. He wished he never regained his memories. If he still had them all locked away... could he live happily with you?

Whenever you ask him if he's recovered anything from his past life, he lies. He can't keep up the facade forever but he'll try to put it off as long as he can. He just wants to treat himself to your love.

Whenever the pain resurfaces he distracts himself with thoughts of you. He thinks of protecting you, caring for you, kissing you.... He thinks you're all he ever needs.

He keeps telling himself he can wait a little longer. He can hold off finding the Divine Beasts just a bit more. All so he can feel the warmth of your presence.

It's selfish... but he never gets the chance to be selfish.

He's tired of serving others. He's tired of the pain. He deserves to have someone like you in his life....

Perhaps even later, still under your hospitality, he can show you how much he loves you? He feels giddy just thinking about it. It all plays out in his head like a soothing fantasy against all of the pain.

He thinks of coming home to you from exploring. He thinks of you jumping into his arms and he twirling you around. He thinks of how it would feel if he kissed your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. He thinks...

He wonder if this was the life he could've had if fate didn't have other plans.

A pang goes off in his heart at the thought. While you do some shopping outside he sits in his bed thinking of you, the fantasies, and the lingering pain.

No... he will have that life he desires. In the end he'll find a way to make it happen. He refuses to confront the pain gnawing at him.

When you come back... maybe he'll even confess! He'll show you how much he needs you. All the while ignoring what fate tells him to do....

He'll get rid of the Calamity and save Hyrule later...

Right now? He just wants to love you like there's nothing wrong in the world... or him

[deancasbigbang]

Title: The Things We Leave behind

Author: Briston

Artist: Merv (fruitmixtape)

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Length: 52000

Warnings: minor character death, discussion of historical child abuse, substance use disorder.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Divorce Arc, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alcohol Abuse, Rehab, Discussion of Cheating, Alcoholic Dean Winchester, Recovering Alcoholic Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 31, 2023

Summary: Cas has been getting progressively worried about Dean’s drinking for a while but mentioning it only causes tension in their marriage. The sudden death of Dean’s father brings everything to the breaking point. After a particularly bad fight, his husband seeks solace in whiskey and flirty women in the aftermath. When Cas finds out, he decides he’s had his fill, packs his bags, and leaves. Sam lives in California and has built a career as a well respected addictions counselor. When Cas calls to tell him that Dean is missing on a bender and their marriage is likely over, he drops everything to come to Kansas to find his brother. Dean clearly needs help. Sam convinces him to go with him to California and go through a rehab program. Dean only agrees because Cas refuses to have anything to do with him unless he stops drinking permanently. If he can't, their marriage is finished. Along the way, Sam and Dean discover that their father left them with more than just painful memories of a traumatic childhood. Their half-brother Adam might be exactly who they need to help pull all the fractured pieces together. Cas is giving Dean one last chance to turn things around. Nothing is easy, but maybe it’s still worth fighting for.

Excerpt: “You know the only difference that would have made was that you would be as miserable as he was.” Cas grabbed both of their toothbrushes and toothpaste from the ensuite bathroom, tossing Dean’s his way. “I could’ve tried harder to get him to quit, go to rehab or something.” The toiletries went in the bag with some deodorant, a flannel, and some denim. He shot Cas a dirty look when he heard him huff in exasperation. “How many times did you ask him to quit? Remember when Sam flew in for an intervention? He’s a professional addictions counselor and the only thing that happened was that Sam flew home with a black eye and a refusal to ever come back.” “That’s just because they’re too much alike and can’t stop themselves from fighting.” Dean was starting to raise his voice. Cas wasn’t having any of it. “No,” he knew he sounded snarky as shit but was so very tired of having the same argument about John Winchester’s parenting skills. “It’s because your father is a narcissistic asshole with undiagnosed mental health issues that he self-medicates with whiskey.” Dean walked around the bed to where Cas was and grabbed his arm. The grip wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. His green eyes were anguished and pleading.   “Don’t say that, he could be dying right now.” Somewhere deep down Cas knew he should be feeling guilty about just how little empathy he had for John right then. He’d feel more compassion for a complete stranger than he did for the man who had hurt Dean again and again, both as a child and as an adult. He felt a small flash of resentment at having to defend Dean from his own negative thinking. “It was always going to be this way with him, Dean. Every counselor you’ve ever had has told you the same thing for years. You are not responsible for fixing him. Don’t kill yourself trying to be accepted by someone who doesn’t even deserve you.”

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

[katnisspeetaprim]

Who's Your Favourite? Pt.2

Hoseok/Actress! Reader

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

Summary: You really enjoyed your date with Hoseok...

Warnings: female reader, swearing, fluff, suggestive content, very slight angst.

Word Count: 1137 M.list

You and Hoseok really hit it off during your date, finding out that you both had more in common than you would think.

When it came time for BTS to move on from the US, it was mutual that you wanted to stay in touch as much as possible, and no matter what you would make it work. The day before the were scheduled to leave, you had invited Hoseok to your hotel room so you could have a private moment together. You thought that your hotel would be more inconspicuous than his, considering he had to arrive with his whole face basically covered with something.

‘I wish we had more time together.’ You cast your eyes down, coming to gaze at your hands, interlocked with his.

‘I want that too, but I’ll make sure to call you whenever I can.’

‘I really enjoyed getting to know you hobi. Hopefully soon I can come visit you in Korea?’ You flicked your eyes up to his, hoping he felt the same.

‘I’d love that!’ He beamed, but then his smile faltered as a thought came to him.

‘Aren’t you going to be busy promoting your movie for a while though?’ He asked slowly, not wanting to come between you and your career.

‘Not for much longer no.’ You smiled at him. ‘There aren’t many more stops in the promotions.’ He regained his smile after hearing your words. He pulled you towards him for a tight hug. You were taken aback by the sudden gesture, not really doing more than a quick hand hold over the past couple days, but you quickly adjusted and malted into his embrace. Your eyes fluttered closed as you rested your head on his firm chest. His hands slowly slid away from your body and ghosted over your chin, titling your head back to look into your eyes. Hoseok studied your face, the red tint on your cheeks and the way your eyes  were slightly glazed over. You were breath-taking.

He couldn’t stop himself as he lent down and placed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. Your eyes widened in shock when he connected with you, not expecting him to be so bold so soon. You quickly recovered however, and circled your arms round his neck, unwilling to let him go now.

Hoseok smiled against your lips when you reciprocated, confidence rising. He pulled back to breathe and instead bought his mouth to your neck, sucking gently causing a whimper to escape your mouth. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You had no idea when you would see each other again, so you needed him now.

You pushed on his chest and he allowed you to move him backwards, never dethatching from your neck, until he fell down onto the bed. You wasted no time climbing on top of him, straddling his waist...

You stirred awake the next morning as rays of light trickled between the curtains. Wrapped up in the warm sheets, you were naked from the night previous. You smiled at the memories as you rubbed your tired eyes and rolled over to find Hoseok. Only he wasn’t in the bed. Frowning, you sat up and took a glance around the room.

‘Hobi?’ You called out, noticing that his clothers which once occupied the ground were now missing.

You started to panic as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, thinking you had just been used as a quick fuck, when something caught your eye. You frown turned to intrigued when you realised it was a note. You raised your hand to your mouth, as a wide smile threatened to spill over when you read the note.

Good morning beautiful girl! I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up but early flight L

Last night was amazing for me and I really hope you feel the same.

Please call me when you can, I miss you already and I’m looking at you as I write this!

        Love, Hobi. <3

You were a giggling mess when you finished his short and sweet message, suddenly feeling silly that you thought he would do something so shameful. You hastily grabbed your phone and checked the time. Your eyebrows knitted in a slight frown, not sure how long his flight was so you settled for a text, before springing up to go shower

Hoseok was still mid air so he had yet to receive your message. It didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys that he was out all night, and was all smiles when he returned early the next morning.

‘Hyung are you gonna tell us what happened or what?’ Jungkook leaned over the back of his seat as he spoke eagerly.

‘You were with Y/N right?’ Jimin joined the conversation, equally as interested as Jungkook. Hoseok sent glances at the younger men, coyly smiling to himself.

‘Yes I was with Y/N, and no I wont tell you what happened.’

‘Ah come on hyung!’

‘Yeah we wont tell anyone!’

‘Aish... you two...’ Hoseok sighed to himself as Jimin and Jungkook hounded him for answers.

‘Look guys, I really like her and I don’t want to do or say anything to mess it up already.’

‘C’mon leave him be you two.’ Namjoon came to the rescue from across the isle. Jungkook and Jimin started grumbling to each other before turning away, causing Hoseok to sigh in relief.

‘So you think this thing with Y/N could turn into something serious then?’ Hoseok looked over to Namjoon, seeing him give a supportive smile.

‘Ah I really hope so. We’ve only had a few days together but we’ve already talked about her coming to Korea to visit.’ He smiled, thinking back to the previous night.

‘Hyung that’s so great! I’m happy for you, really.’ He leaned over  and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

‘Don’t you think that’s moving a little fast?’  Yoongi’s voice suddenly cut through the air. Hoseok scrunched up his face.

‘What do you mean hyung?’ Yoongi sighed, not wanting to damper the mood but wanting to clarify himself.

‘I just don’t want you to get hurt if something goes wrong.’ Yoongi was coming from a place of love, Hoseok knew that so he wasn’t upset about him doubting you, especially since the guys had only met you once and it was during an interview. When you come to Korea they would see how genuine you really were.

‘Trust me hyung. I know what I’m doing.’ Hoseok spoke confidentially, giving a firm nod.

‘If you say so...’ Yoongi conceded and turned back to his book. Hoseok knew that it would take a little time for the boys to fully warm up to you, but he knew that in the end, it would all be worth it.

[artsy-hobbitses]

So for all the TTB couples: who said I love you first?

.... Shit this about to get lengthy.

HoundxMirage: Mirage, mid-war while he’s tending to a Hound who’s becoming delirious from a badly-infected wound and a fever on the field and they have to wait for backup to come get them. Hound tells him to go after they somehow narrowly manage to escape a Decepticon patrol, he’s deadweight at this point, just leave him. Mirage tells him to stop being an idiot, and tries to keep Hound awake (Don't sleep, please don't sleep, you might not wake up, they're almost here) by talking about the first time they met and how this situation mirrors the time Hound braved Decepticon prison camps to find him after the Autobots faced of against the Cons for the first time to free their incarcerate comrades. And how shocked Mirage was to see him there, because Mirage wasn't expecting anyone to come. And Hound asks what he said then, and Mirage repeats his memory of the moment to Hound; That Mirage himself had told Hound to leave before they catch them both, he's just deadweight at this point, and Hound told him to stop being silly, he knows the Bots have their misgivings, but he trusts you, and he's not leaving a friend behind. And Mirage admits how trite that was, but how earnest and sincere Hound made it sound. How profound it was to have someone understand for once that his work requires him to wear masks, to put on airs, and Hound trusted him all the same for it. And how silly it felt in the moment to love Hound for something as mundane and simple as that. By that time, help finally gets to them and Mirage can breathe again, and he figures that Hound (who sleeps for several days recovering) might have forgotten about it, it's a silly notion, he must think the same. But when Hound properly wakes up, the first thing he asks Mirage, who's reading by his bedside, is if it was true. What Mirage had said about loving him. And Mirage is silent for a while, before deciding to throw away the mask of propriety, because Hound is one of the few who have seen him without it, and Hound has ALWAYS been open with him, and he won't give Hound any less than that deserved honesty. Yes, he loves you, he loved you in that fleeting moment, and he's loved you ever since, and he's tired of pretending what he feels is anything less than that... but he understands completely if you don't feel the same way. And Hound laughs weakly because he could never have imagined someone like Mirage--a gentleman, talented, and beautiful, but also braver than anyone gives him credit for and with a conviction to do good that so few have despite his privilege--could fall in love with him, some ex-military farm boy Wulver from Shetland, and he'd been content for the longest time to love Mirage in silence (Plants Mirage's favorite flowers/produce, always volunteers to model Mirage's new works, cares for Mirage's pets personally when Mirage is away on a mission, makes sure no one in his presence badmouths Mirage for literally doing what it is the Bot leadership enlisted him for in the first place). Hound's still a little loopy at this point, but asserts that since they're puttin' all cards on the table now, he loves you too, Merry, and god ain't they gonna be a sight at those fancy parties you're going to have to attend with a Plus One. Mirage laughs and kisses his forehead, and says that if they get kicked out, he'd see that as a plus point. He doesn't let go of Hound's hand as Hound drifts off again, and falls asleep next to him (Ratchet allows it for one night).

SideswipexStongarm: Sideswipe, during a sparring session of all things because OF COURSE THESE TWO WOULD. It would be while Sunny is still absent but after he and Strongarm have established that they Have Feelings for each other, but haven't said the words yet. Strongarm's recovering from an injury and needs the practice because she feels useless and is about get cabin fever and claw at the drywall if she's passed over for field work again. Sideswipe calls her stubborn, she's be like "hell yeah where'd you think THAT rubbed off from, Red?" and he's like "lol touche" and goes with it. He trounces her at every turn though, cause he's got his mojo back and has, with his house arrest, had time to learn a couple of new things, but she's unfocused and frustrated and it's actually clear that he's not giving it is 100% and is careful to avoid aggravating her still-healing injuries. When the slip-up seemingly happens and he immediately drops everything to check on her, she takes the chance to take him down and calls him out for falling for the oldest trick in the book as they're both lying on the floor, and he, without missing a beat says "yeah well, you know what they say about people doing stupid shit when they're in love." Record-screech, and a flat "what" from Strongarm as he repeats it again and she punches him in the arm because DUDE WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM and he just cackles because really, REALLY ?? HEY REMEMBER LIKE, THAT ONE TIME WE WERE ON THE BEACH AND YOU WERE LIKE "HEY YOU THINK I'D PUT ALL THIS GODDAMN EFFORT INTO THIS ZUPPA INGLESE FOR SOME CHUMP I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT", babe it's 3am and he could be in bed but no, he's here bruised and sweaty and prepping for a flying kidney dish from Ratchet when the doc finds out, and you really think he'd risk Ratchet's wrath for someone he didn't love? You really think you get to give him a reason to keep looking forward to another day and be the reason he doesn't feel like half a person anymore without him being stupidly twitterpatted over all 5'6 of you?

Strongarm's got her face in her hands --she'd self-immolate if she went any redder---and bemoans with a small laugh that he's got AWFUL timing---"I love you" in the middle of a sparring session ffs, where's the ROMANCE? THE ROSE PETALS AND CANDLE LIGHT? HARLEQUIN LIED TO HER. Sideswipe's howling at the revelation that YOU USED TO READ THAT STUFF??? but he's got a gleam in his eyes as he turns over so he's half on top of her and offers to say it again, under the right circumstances this time. She turns the tables on him again, gives him the kind of kiss that has him as flushed and gasping for air as she is, and tells him she still can't believe he's got her this messed up over him, but they've also still got three hours before dawn, so they should definitely take his little redo somewhere more y'know, comfortable (Let's just say they find a more pleasurable way to burn off her excess energy).

WindbladexStarscream: The question isn’t who said “I love you” first, it’s how many times these morons decided to say it post-war in their native languages thinking they were being slick before one of them (Windblade) eventually decides to let the game end and explain that hey, listen, you know she’s picked up plenty of Italian since you moved in with her right? And you’re at 499 “Ti Amos” right now so how about you make number 500 special and tell her to her face right now how you really feel? And he’s cackling because he’s Still Starscream and HAH 499! HE PEGGED YOU AT 495 AISHITERUS HE WINS THIS ROUND until Windblade nearly pisses herself laughing (“YOU WERE KEEPING TRACK?!” “YOU WERE KEEPING TRACK?!!”) and shuts him up with a kiss and is all OH MY GOD YOU’RE IMPOSSIBLE NEVER CHANGE BUT JUST SAY THE WORDS ALREADY and he does! In English that is! And repeats it three more times interspaced with kisses, because he doesn’t want her to forget this moment. And he thinks he's got her, being suave and heartfelt about it and all, until she asks him, apropos of nothing, if he wants to see the prize he won for those 500 "I love yous" and he's a blustery, squawking mess when she pulls out an engagement ring. By now they've become domestically comfortable friends with benefits, but a part of him still thinks she sees him just as that---a fun fling of a best friend. This is wonderful and all, but she couldn't POSSIBLY want like, an actual married life with him right? The FIRST DELEGATE HERSELF officially, PUBLICLY attached to a feral ex-con gremlin with a rep sheet? And Windblade is all are you kidding? Yes, she ABSOLUTELY wants the world to know that you're hers and there's nothing any of them can do about it, not any more. So how about you stay, and find out if we can reach the 1 million ILY mark together? Starscream can't say no---he has stake in the game now oh man, he wants to see which one of them can get there first, he wants to be there for every milestone, and he concedes that she's won this one. She's won this one, and he's genuinely never been happier that she got him good.

RavagexLaserbeak: Ravage, near end-war when they were caught in Shockwave’s Positive Reinforcement prison and were fed visions of an alternate universe type situation where they’re Completely Normal (Full Human), and Laserbeak is far more entranced with the elaborate illusion of freedom and acceptance than he is (as she looks more ‘monstrous’ /non-human than he does—and cannot pass in society). She finds it very hard to leave this simulation and he hears her insecurities front and centre now, the ones she always hides behind a cheerfully nihilistic grin of “I’m cool! It doesn’t bother me at all!” (Narrator voice: It bothered her deeply), while she’s kind of a snotty mess after she interacts with some of simulated humans/children who don’t sneer at her, don’t pull away from her touch, don’t look at her like she’s a freak because she KNOWS it’s not real she knows it’s too good to be real she knows but is it really so bad to want this for herself? For them? And Ravage tells her that some days when things get really hard out there, it’s that he wants this for her that he continues to fight on. Because he loves her, in a fleeting and dehumanising world where every mission could be theirs last and they were all they had for years; he’s always loved her, and she deserves a world like this, a real world like this, and it’s going to be hard but they’ll get there together. And it snaps her out of it. Because it’s so hard and it’s UNFAIR and CRUEL that they should HAVE to fight so hard to just be seen as worthy of personhood… but Soundwave fights for them, and Ravage fights for her, and to give that real love up for something fake and easy is something she won’t do. Ravage loves her, and she will fight to love him AND herself in an imperfect, but real world, through heartache and joy both.

Dratchet: Drift. Drift already knows he definitely sees Ratchet more than a friend, and Ratchet himself is struggling with that revelation for himself, but they try to keep it professional up until near to the end of the war, when Unicron becomes a massive threat and Drift is picked by by Onyx Prime to become their champion/conduit. Now, Drift can see spirits, and lives with a one-foot-in-the-living one-foot-in-the-grave mentality ever since he survived a neath-death experience which gave him that ability, and Onyx choosing to momentarily fuse with him gives him Psychopomp abilities that allow him to 'dance between the curtain' of life and death. However, this is all very unsettling for Ratchet, who's always 'fought death' as a doctor, and he's gets upset when he tries to touch Drift before Drift goes off for a mission to rally the souls of Sentinel Prime's dead men, and his hands go right through Drift. And he hates this. He hates that Drift is like a ghost now, that they're not on the same plane. He hates that he can't help Drift if something happens there, that Drift is going where he can't follow. And he doesn't want to lose Drift for a third time. But Drift tells Ratchet that there won't be a third time, because he's been dancing with Death his entire life so much so that he might as well be the embodiment of it---all the close calls, all the lives he took, all the souls he's attempted to help find peace in atonement---but every time he steps too close to the edge of the abyss, it's always been Ratchet who'd given him back his will to live and who'd shown him the value of a life when he'd become almost desensitized to it. And he'll do just that. Live. Death's call for him to take that final step and wear its mantle may be strong, but he'll fight to live and fight to come back to you because he loves you, Ronan Chase--the literal embodiment of Life and what it means to fight for it, in his eyes--and Death can wait a little longer, because his last dance will be with you. He manages to focus and phase himself back whole so he can kiss the knuckles of Ratchet's hands--these hands which saved him more times than he can count--before Ratchet pulls him in for a proper kiss and holds him to his word, because we have a lot to talk about, so come home to him when you're done.

[lamardeuse]

We’d be so grand at the game

(Buck/Eddie, rated E, c. 12000 words)

visual teaser

First of all, Eddie knew it was a bad idea, okay? But it also kind of made sense.

Somewhere in the last couple of years, he'd gotten stone cold petrified of dating. Fine, let's be honest, he'd always hated dating. The thought of meeting stranger after stranger, both of you desperate to make some sort of connection, was Eddie's idea of hell. Deciding what to do, where to go, whether the restaurant was not fancy enough or too fancy, whether the activity he proposed was too boring or kid-oriented, then actually going on the date and trying to make small talk or be charming  – the point was that the whole thing, from start to finish, was a nightmare.

“You dated a lot,” he said to Buck one night, after Christopher had gone to bed and it was just them and a baseball game the Dodgers were seriously losing, “how did you – you know, keep women interested?”

“Uh,” Buck said, “well, I wouldn't call a lot of what I did dating, exactly. They were hookups, not anything that might have led to something more meaningful – or even a second date. I kept them interested long enough to get what we both came for, I guess.”

Eddie took a long drink of his beer and tried to ignore the way the tips of his ears suddenly felt hot. He'd heard enough stories about Buck 1.0 from Hen and Chimney to know Buck hadn't made the best choices in those days, but it was another thing to hear it from Buck himself.

Buck added, “The first woman I seriously dated was Abby, and that was – the definition of complicated.” He paused. “Now that I think about it, we didn't go out much. But then our first real date ended with her giving me a tracheotomy.”

Eddie nearly choked on his beer. “Holy shit, Buck,” he managed, coughing. “How have I never heard this story?”

Buck grimaced. “Because it's embarrassing? Besides, I always got the feeling you didn't like her very much.”

“I don't,” Eddie admitted. Honestly, he kind of hated her, and he'd barely met her. From what he'd learned from Buck and the others, it seemed to him like she'd used him, only to drop him like a hot rock the minute he'd served his purpose. She'd never really seen him as anything but a pretty young bedwarmer instead of a person worthy of consideration. She'd never seen Buck.

And it was possible he was a little biased. Especially when he'd had to watch Buck pull a dangerous stunt because he thought her happiness was worth more than his life.

“Well anyway,” Buck said, “the point is I'm not a big expert on dating either. I just sort of – go with the flow, let the other person take the lead.”

“Hm,” Eddie said. “Yeah, I've had it with doing that. I went with the flow and ended up married and having a kid at twenty-one.” He held up a hand at Buck's startled look. “Not that I'd trade Christopher for the world. But I've spent a lot of time feeling like I'm being swept along while other people make the decisions for me, and I'm tired of it.”

“I guess we all feel that way sometimes,” Buck murmured. “Nobody is one hundred percent the master of their own destiny.”

“You believe in fate?”

Buck made a face. “Not exactly? Just – Taylor said once that I should let the universe come to me –”

This time it was Eddie's turn to make a face, and Buck laughed. “Man, you clearly hate my taste in women, huh?”

“I thought Allie was nice.”

“She dumped me while I was still recovering,” Buck said, sounding mildly outraged.

“She got scared. I get it – Shannon was terrified when I went overseas.”

“We're not soldiers, Eds.”

Eddie had a sudden memory of the steady beeping of the machines that kept Buck alive, having to dig his nails into the palms of his hands to stop himself from counting every single one. “Last couple of years, it hasn't felt all that different,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I – I guess you have a point.” Buck blew out a breath. “And that makes it harder too, you know? What we do is dangerous at the best of times. Not everyone wants to sign up for that.”

“Geez,” Eddie said, leaning his head back against the couch. “Guess we're going to be alone for the rest of our lives.”

“Speak for yourself,” Buck said.

Eddie lifted his head. “What, so you're dating now?”

“I'm – going to,” Buck said, drawing himself up.

“When?”

“As soon as I remember my Tinder password.”

“You can reset your password, you know that, right?” Buck glared at him, and Eddie looked back at him steadily, his eyebrows raised.

And then they both burst out laughing.

“God, we're a pair, huh?” Buck said, wiping his eyes.

Eddie felt his heart thump against his breastbone. “Yeah. I guess we are.”

Buck hitched a leg up on the couch and turned more toward Eddie, the disastrous game forgotten. “So how do we get ourselves back out there?”

Eddie opened his mouth. Closed it. Shrugged. “Practice?”

“How are we gonna practice if we can't even take the first step?”

Three hours later, when he was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Eddie would not be able to pinpoint with any certainty what possessed him to say what he said next. All he knew was that at the time, it seemed like the perfect answer, the obvious solution.

“We practice on each other.”

read the rest at the AO3

[yelena-bellova]

Instinct: Din Djarin x F!Reader - One Shot

One Shot: Rest

Plot: Din and Y/n take a break on Kashyyyk before setting off on their quest.

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none other than fluff

A/N: Wow, look at me getting two chapters out in 24 hours. Though this feels more like a one-shot, but you get the point. This is just a little piece before the chaos comes. Enjoy!!

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Kashyyyk offered us peace.

Peace.

A tribe of Wookiees had spotted the Crest and come to check us out. Through some lingustic difficulties, we were able to communicate to them that we were simply stretching our legs and would be gone in a few days. They said as long as we kept peace, we could stay as long as we wanted.

Peace.

The child and I sat on the edge of the Crest’s landing ramp, looking to the skies as Din ran drills with his jetpack. In between bites of fruit, the kid cooed as if to cheer him on. For only a few days practice, he was getting good.

When he landed, much smoother than the time before, I hopped off the ramp and strode towards him.

“Ready to take a break?”

“I’m still having trouble steering,” Din panted.

I chortled, he had the long term memory of a womp rat, “Yeah, I wonder why.”

“I want to try again.”

“Din, you were all blood and bruise a few days ago. You’re still recovering,” I came to him and put my hands on his shoulders, tugging him forward slightly, “Come eat. Or sit. Or do anything other than hurl yourself through the sky with fire.”

He sighed, his tell tale sign of submission. He was bending his will a little bit more know that we had confessed our feelings. A wall had come down and I’d walked right in.

We walked back towards the ship, Din’s hand slipping into mine. For something so new, it felt like we’d been this way forever. If I couldn’t still remember the insults we’d hurled at one anoher in the early days of our partnership, I might have believed it.

“Food’s in the cockpit, if you want,” I said, slightly swinging his hand.

“I’m good,” he replied, coming to sit on the edge of the ramp. The kid instnatly moved closer to him, taking his handful of fruit with. “He’s clingy today.”

“He’s been watching you with laser focus,” I smiled.

Din watched the kid eat, neither of us were used to being so adored. Children had no biases or judgements. They loved who they loved how they loved them. And the kid most certainly loved us.

“We should run one of our drills after lunch,” Din suggested.

“Mmm,” I hummed sarcastically, “Just what I want; being thrown around on a full stomach.”

“If you’re going to insist on coming up during fights-“

“I am.”

“Then we need to practice.”

Sighing loudly, I fell back against the ramp. The day had perfect weather. the sun was barely hidden behind the clouds, giving cover while still feeling bright. It was the nicest climate we’d seen in a while. I wanted to switch off the part of my brain that was telling me it was all temporary. With no war, no hunts and no Imperials tailing us, it was easy to fall into the illusion that we could make this second of ease last.

“How’s your ankle feeling?”

I tucked my chin in and kicked my foot up, “Still sore. But it’s walkable. Leave it to me to get shot by the only Stormtrooper that can actually land a shot.”

“Sharpshooter?” Din asked.

“Maybe the Empire drafted Mayfeld again,” I smugly smiled.

Din scoffed, “Had to bring him up?”

I snickered, “The thought of them rotting in a cell brings me great joy before I fall asleep each night.”

I had actively tried not to think about what we’d been throug the past few weeks. Leaving Sorgan, Calican, Din’s old crew aboard the prison ship, but it was inevitable.

“Though if you ever get tired of me,” I smirked, “You know where to find your old girlfriend.”

He sighed, “She wasn’t my-“

“Oh, relax,” I smiled, pouring water from the small container into my bottle, “It’s obvious she’s got nothing on me.”

For as different as we were acting around each other now, it still felt strange to think about calling ourselves ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’ The titles sounded so plain, and there was nothing plain about our relationship. We were partners, we were teammates, we had a bond that had been forged in fire. To reduce it to so mundane a title felt insulting.

“Ready to practice?” Din asked, hopping off the ramp.

Taking a deep, deep inhale, I pulled the knob from the Crest’s control board and handed it to the kid. It was the best shot at keeping him distracted while we trained.

Flying with Din came with its pros and cons. I hated the vulnerability of flying without a parachute, a strap, anything to save me from dying if Din ever lost his grip. On the other hand, I got to be wrapped up in his arms and pressed against him. In the end, my reservations didn’t matter. I was always going to choose the closeness.

“Try not to move around so much,” Din instructed as we got into position.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I raised an eyebrow, “Was my complete terror getting in the way of you looking cool?”

Din slipped his arms around my middle, my back picking up the warmth of his Beskar-clad chest. We had a few moves we were working on and they needed to be perfect before we got ourselves into any fights.

With no warning, Din blasted off the ground and we were in motion. The trees of Kashyyyk were high, so we had a ways to go before we could fly freely. Once we were in open air space, Din made a hard left, practicing making a quick getaway.

“Can you still reach your blasters?” Din asked, shouting over the wind.

I slipped my two guns out of their holsters, “Got ‘em.”

“I’m gonna bring us back down,” he said, “Be ready to roll.”

Nodding, I steadied myself against the wind. Din descended smoothly, but the view of the fast approaching ground wasn’t getting any less scary with time. However, my timing was getting better. At the precise moment, Mando dropped me, and I somersaulted to the ground, kneeling and aiming my guns upon landing.

“Nice job,” Din complimented, floating gracefully to the ground.

The adrenaline caused a prickling sensation in my palms. My legs felt like gelatin. I hoped the physicality of it would disappear, but I was, indeed, getting better.

“Eventually we’re gonna have to bring the kid-“

“No,” I holstered my blasters, “Not until we absolutely have to.”

“Which is going to happen eventually.”

“He’s already turning into an adrenaline junkie,” I argued, “We don’t need to further that any more than we already have.”

Din came to brush some dirt off my shoulder. The two of us stood there a moment, doing nothing other than staring at one another. With the change in our relationship came comfort with silence. I savored when I got to hear his voice, but there was beauty in the moments where I could just sit and admire him.

The child squeaked, turning our attention to him, and began to waddle towards the edge of the ramp. It was a good four foot fall.

“Oh gosh-“

“No-“

Mando and I both barreled toward the Crest, ready to catch him if he fell. Such was our life.

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Later in the evening, with the safety of the ship’s security protocols engaged, Din and I lay quietly together. The bunk we’d always taken turns sleeping in, had now became ours to share.

“We’re going to have to head out eventually,” he said, his modulate roughing up the softness of his tone. The arm around my back made up for it. “Soon.”

It was the truth I was hiding from. As easy as it was to just take care of the child, we needed to find him his people. Din and I could feed him and put him to bed, but a Jedi could show him his purpose in life.

But it meant leaving our sliver of the galaxy that brought us no hardship, no worries other than too many branches falling on the ship or a heavy storm. It meant throwing ourselves back into the flames after just clearing our lungs of smoke.

“One more day,” I replied, slowly stroking a hand over Din’s arm, “One more day to rest up before the craziness.”

He waited a moment, the only sound in the compartment coming from his gloves rubbing against my tunic. “Okay,” he finally answered.

I scooted a little closer, his arm accepting me, and pressed a kiss to the mouth of his helmet. Din leaned in slightly, the pressure of the Beskar pushing against my lips. It was the closest we could come when crammed in a bunk with the child sleeping over us. I’d take it, I’d take whatever I could get.

We settled in each other arms, his modulated breathing lulling me to sleep. In two days time, things would undoubtably get ugly again. But for now, I had everything right where I wanted it.

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[skellagirl]

I am, as usual, late lol, but Y'KNOW. This is gonna be a long, rambly post lol, sorry, I have a lot of thoughts.

2023 was a weird year for me, artwise. When it began I was still deep in my Art Block From Hell, which had begun in mid-2021 and lasted the entirety of 2022.

Being in the thick of such a ridiculously suffocating art block, for TWO AND A HALF YEARS, is like... I can't describe how fucking life-draining it is. It felt like something was fundamentally wrong with me -- like a part of me, which used to be as effortless as breathing or blinking my eyes, had ceased to function altogether. It wasn't just a regular art block, it was a complete identity crisis. I could no longer trust the instincts I'd honed over twenty-plus years, could no longer trust my sense of observation or my ability to recreate what I saw. I felt BROKEN, and every single time I picked up my tablet pen it was like I was scraping my insides with a spoon, trying to pick up whatever tiny dregs of dried-up, crusty shit I could manage to puke up onto my canvas. It was fucking painful and humiliating and completely demoralizing.

I'm not really sure what finally got me to do so, but sometime in summer (my memory is shit lol) I downloaded Game Maker, found a video tutorial on youtube, and just... gave myself over to it. I made myself learn how to use Aseprite, and working with pixels, making teeny-tiny little sprites, forced me to work in ways I usually don't. It was a lot harder for me to find the flaws in my art when my art was thirty-five pixels tall and the anatomy was stylized to communicate clear information rather than be a recreation or approximation of reality. I think I really do credit that time working on game dev as the thing that finally cracked loose all the gunk that was keeping me stuck -- I could not perpetuate the cycle of toxicity I'd fallen into because I could barely even conceptualize what 'good' or 'bad' pixel art even looked like lol. I just knew that I was making art, and for the first time in two years, it didn't feel like I was having to desperately beg the emaciated husks of my sense of self-worth and confidence to cooperate while doing so.

(I actually sort of abandoned my foray into game dev around August/September lol, as my adhd-brain, flitting around like a little hummingbird to every dopamine-rich-flower, is wont to do 🥲 But I wanna get back into it at some point!)

From there I had a rush of inspiration for an original project I've been mulling around in my head for years, and I wrote thousands of words in my worldbuilding document, made a map, developed the shell of a possible actual STORY. I returned to sketching. Conventional sketching. It was, at first, largely still comprised of that same demotivating struggle against myself, but I was so deep in the throes of inspiration (after several years of this project laying dormant in my google drive) that I NEEDED to sketch. So I kept going. And after a while, it got....... easier. And I started hating everything I made a little less. I painted, properly, for the first time in years. I stayed up late into the night, even if it meant I would be tired at work the next day, because drawing felt so damn GOOD again and I had missed that feeling so much. All I wanted to do was draw. For the first time in two and a half years, I could finally see the light at the end of the fucking tunnel.

I still don't think I'm quite out of the woods yet. My style is changing, as all artists' styles do over time, and that comes with stumbling adjustments. My confidence is still small and shaky and recovering; I still catch myself second-guessing what I've drawn, and even looking at some of the things here on my grid makes me cringe a little bit for one reason or another.

But compared to both 2021 and 2022, the volume of art, and in particular the volume of art I don't actively despise, is WAY higher, and I'm really really hopeful that that means I'm finding my footing again.

So! Here's to 2024, and to continuing to move towards the light at the end of the tunnel 🙏🌟 I'm gonna try.

[moonvis]

Hello <3

I thought it was time for a little blog/life update for those who're interested. I've had this blog for a few years now, and have been inactive for the last two years after I suddenly went m.i.a.

I went inactive due to my interest in writing and marvel increased. After Endgame came out, things started changing. My favourite characters died or went old (reffering to you Steve).

Scrolling trough tumblr og writing fiction was always an escape from reality. Whenever I needed to get away due to stess, anxiety or you name it, I found comfort in the alternative reality I could write for myself.

Then life got more busy (and better) and I didn't find the time to write anymore. With the lack of motivation, and the feeling of beeing too busy to prioritize writing, I stopped.

Writing is supposed to be fun, an escape, not stressful. I was studying back then, which I still do, and friends and school became my top priorit. My new friends especially, became my biggest source of joy.

Here I am today, two years older and suddenly back. I'm not sure what broguht me back here, or what qickstarted my marvel obsession again, but it give me such great joy!

I will admit that I have been sick for a while, and I'm feeling alot of stress over it (but it's nothing serious, so don't worry <3). That might be some of the reason for my return on tumblr. I also have an amazing boyfriend that is helping me trough everyhing, so for that I'm very greatful. I'm not the best at listening to my body when it's tired, and that comes back to kick me in the face sometimes.

Therefore, I've been having a break from school and friends this week to just relax and recover. It has given me time to publish two new fics in three days.

It felt good to write again to be honest. I've noticed that I've gotten better at it. Especially the way I formulate my words, english isn't my first language. It's inspiring to feel this love for writing again, and I'm thinking of writing original short stories.

Even though I'm back right now, I don't know how long that will last. Just let me assure you that I'm in the mood to read and write at the moment, so something more will come! I am also pretty sure I'll write for Bucky and Sam when new content comes out trough Marvel Studios.

Anyways, this text got longer than planned, but I felt like I should explain my dissapearance. Especially since those I used to follow before, who were active when I was, seems to be inactive now. It's kind of sad to see, but that's how it is I guess.

I just wanted to write a short message to those blogs, even if they won't see it: Thank you for making my time on tumblr so great! It was lovely being part of the community when the old Avengers were roaming our cinemas. I'll forever cherish those memories.

I also want to say thank you to all my followers, old and new. Every new follower bring me such joy! And I'm so happy to see people still read Steve Rogers fics <3

I also want to thank everyone that has liked, commented, reblogged or just scrolled trough my blog. I appreciate all support and love I've been given. This blog will forever stay, and I hope you enjoy it!

With all this being said, if you're still here, thank you for reading.

Xx Mari