#i love how playful she is. she's really funny honestly with the way she teases people like yanqing

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki, Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Shunsui Kyoraku, and Kisuke Urahara x fem! reader (separately)

Summary: Byakuya, Ukitake, Shinji, Shunsui, and Urahara x fem! enemy reader

Request: I love your blog sm its insaneee!! Could you do bleach men (byakuya,ukitake,shunsui, urahara,shinji (you can change or do one of them)) with a frenemy (friend + enemy but more on the enemy) type of relation with the reader. Where she teases (flirts ;)) and annoys them and how they react to her

A/n: Hiiii!! Omg thank you so much <3 This was so cute

Content: Lots of teasing for our bleach men, slight cursing.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

Byakuya:

He's more on the serious side when it comes to you teasing him or annoying him.

He can totally keep his cool when you're annoying him, just sitting there and doing paperwork as you're trying to distract him.

He speaks like a true gentlemen when addressing you, but don't think that he won't call you out or say mean things in a gentlemenly tone.

Byakuya knows how to keep his calm when you're teasing him, but his ears and cheeks start to heat up.

On the inside though, his heart is ramming against his chest and he's trying to keep his cool.

You know and you Byakuya could bicker for ages and describe how much you despise one another, but deep down the two of you are enjoying it.

I think that Byakuya would find bickering more annoying and gets easily annoyed, but he's got a little more patience when it comes to you.

Gets nervous when you flirt with him and is at a loss of words.

At first, he can't tell if he likes it or not, but with time, he comes to have a love hate relationship with your flirting.

Jushiro:

He gets so flustered when you tease him, even though you guys are technically enemies.

You can tell when he gets flustered bc his cheeks turn all pink and you like to tease him even more.

He's such a sweetheart, he can't see you as his enemy.

You find it so funny to tease Jushiro and see the way his jaw drops and how he reacts.

You can and try and annoy him all you want, but Jushiro will never find it too annoying to the point where he's done with you.

You'll flirt with him, rubbing his arms or feeling his abs underneath his captain's uniform.

Jushiro's face bursts into a flame and his heart beats against his chest as you're touching him.

He honestly really enjoys your hate-love relationship and it brings him some entertainment.

You know Jushiro's condition and would never do anything to bring him harm like that.

Jushiro likes seeing your soft side when it comes to his condition, but you will flip back to that enemy side.

Regardless, he enjoys your relationship.

Shunsui:

Your friend-enemy friendship/relationship is perfect for Shunsui. He loves it.

He's easygoing and lazy, which makes it easy for you to tease him restlessly.

Shunsui tests you to your limits and isn't afraid to. He knows you can handle it.

Def tries to feel you up with his hands all the time and you don't allow it.

You're always competing with Shunsui and he doesn't really see it as a threat since he's literally at the top. He thinks its cute and funny.

It takes a lot to really rock Shunsui and affect him with all the teasing and flirting you do.

He'll flirt right back with you and then the two of you play a little game, see whoever backs away first. Hint: It's not Shunsui.

The two of you have a very flirty and playful relationship and everyone sees it.

Shunsui's reactions consist of him just shooting you a smirk and a flirty comment right back at you.

He's very calm and just really loves to have that stupid little grin on his face.

Kisuke:

He def plays mind games with you and isn't afraid to make things a little more physical.

You'll have little play fights or more serious fights where the two of you are using your swords and kudo.

Little teasing jokes in between sword swings and mocking comments.

He wears a sly smirk or grin on his face when he knows he's getting to you.

Kisuke knows how to use his words against you and you know exactly how to tease Kisuke.

He's just a pervy shop owner, touches get him all hot and heavy, words slipping out from his mind.

There's definitely times where you're teasing Kisuke with your hands and then pins you up against a wall.

Kiskuke is super smart and knows exactly how to react to you.

His reactions aren't big at all and the two of you have a super playful relationship.

Shinji:

The king of teasing, finally gets a taste of his own medicine.

It takes a lot to break Shinji and make him flustered, but you're the one who can do it.

The two of you go back and forth teasing each other until one of you breaks, like little teasing fights.

Shinji would totally love to play fight with all the time.

He'll pick you up and swing you around. He really loves to pin you to the ground and get super close to your face, lips inches apart then tickle attack you.

Shinji can deal with a lot, so no matter how much you try to annoy him, he won't budge until he does.

When Shinji does, he takes matters into his own hands and just annoys the shit out of you.

He honestly loves it when you try to annoy him. It's a source of entertainment.

You'll have like little wars with each other, battling each other with your swords, neither one of you backing down.

Shinji can be mean and brutal with his words just as you are.

He just finds the whole thing funny, but cares for you deep down.

The two of you have lots of fun, bickering, teasing, and annoying each other.

[lowkeyrobin]

Mcyt's with over expressive and loud reader who fake crys / whines and start fake arguments like bickering just to be annoying and funny. <3

ooo okay okay 🙏🙏 I tried here I apologize if this sucks titties ; these are really short so I apologize I just didn't have many ideas lol

MCYT ; overexpressive reader

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu

warnings ; language, super short sorry

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TOMMYINNIT

he's overexpressive and loud too cmon

he absolutely loves it

loves starting fake arguments with you lol

"tommy, give it back!" while he's holding your phone over his head so you can't reach it

you're constantly chasing each other around the house like

that one clip of him spidercrawling across the couch to get Molly is the definition of your relationship LMAO

golden retriever duo

RANBOO

will happily play into your playful fighting

and will always tease you with height advantages

honestly loves when you're being "annoying" cause it's like your love language

he'll happily get you wound up because he honestly thinks it's funny

you genuinley make them laugh so much, esp on stream lmfao

FREDDIE BADLINU

he will proudly be loud and rambunctious with you

genuinley worries about your loudness sometimes lmaoo

will always tease you to wind you up 💀💀

you make him laugh so much, like to the point his chest hurts

ALEX QUACKITY

he's just like you, literally same person different font

the amount of cackling in that office on stream... how have yall not died from laughter 💀

you get him laughing with your fake crying or just being fake annoying to the point he is RED lmao

"quackity, stoppp" "pick me ass" "I swear to God I'm gonna kill you"

NIKI NIHACHU

she loves you and your way of expressing yourself

you literally get her cackling everyday

she's always happy around you and always playfully bickering with you as well

you (very lightly) fake fight all the time because you bicker a lot

[reidmarieprentiss]

Bridges to Belonging

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Summary: Spencer and Y/N prepare for their upcoming date

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, slight angst

Warnings/Includes: self-doubt, angst

Word count: 3.3k

a/n: i promise their date is in the next part!! also this story is going to be multiple parts, future ones might be longer one parters but i'm going to finish this how i started it :)

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The next morning, the BAU bullpen buzzed with its usual activity. Agents moved purposefully, phones rang intermittently, and the hum of conversation filled the air. Spencer Reid sat at his desk, still processing the events of the previous night, his mind replaying the moment with Y/N in Rossi's backyard. 

As he sifted through some case files, Prentiss walked by, carrying a mug of coffee. She paused at his desk noticing he looked a bit too happy to be working on cases, leaning casually against the edge with a playful smile on her face.

"Hey, Spencer," she greeted, her tone light and teasing. "You seem more chipper than usual this morning. Did something put a little extra pep in your step?"

Spencer looked up, his cheeks flushing slightly at her remark. He fiddled with the corner of a file, trying to mask his sudden nervousness. "Oh, um, it was just a nice evening," he replied, keeping his tone casual.

Emily chuckled softly, sensing his hesitation. "A nice evening, huh? Rossi's pasta nights can be pretty eventful. Lots of good food, good wine..." She let her voice trail off suggestively, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer couldn't help but smile, recognizing Emily's gentle prodding for what it was. He took a deep breath, deciding to share a little more. "Well, the food was great. And, uh, I had a really nice conversation with Y/N."

Emily's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Ah, Y/N! She's lovely. Did you two talk about anything interesting?"

Spencer hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "We did. After most people left, we ended up outside in the backyard. It was nice... quiet."

Emily leaned in slightly, her teasing smile softening into something more encouraging. "And?"

Spencer glanced around, ensuring no one was listening in, then lowered his voice. "She asked if I wanted to see her again," he admitted, his words tinged with a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Emily's smile widened, and she playfully nudged his shoulder. "Look at you, Spencer! So, what did you say?"

"I said yes," Spencer replied, a bit of wonder in his voice. "I mean, how could I not? She’s smart, and funny, and... I just didn’t expect it."

Emily nodded knowingly, her tone affectionate. "You deserve this, Spencer. You work so hard, and it’s nice to see you getting a chance to explore something... personal. How do you feel about it?"

Spencer took a moment to gather his thoughts, his fingers tracing the edge of his desk. "Honestly? I'm a little nervous. I mean, she’s had more experiences than I have, and I worry about that. But I’m also really excited. She’s different from anyone I’ve met before, and I want to get to know her better."

Emily gave him a reassuring smile. "It's normal to feel nervous. But remember, she asked you out because she sees something special in you. Just be yourself, that’s what caught her attention."

Spencer nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, Emily. I appreciate that."

Emily winked at him. "Anytime, Spencer. Just let me know if you need any dating advice or if you want someone to double-check your date outfit. I've got your back."

Spencer chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he felt the warmth of his friendship with Emily. "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Emily."

With a final encouraging pat on the shoulder, Emily returned to her desk, leaving Spencer with a renewed sense of confidence about his upcoming date with Y/N. 

Prentiss, having finished her conversation with Spencer, made her way over to Derek Morgan's desk, where he was busy reviewing case notes. She leaned against the divider, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hey, Morgan," Emily called out, her voice laced with playful mystery.

Morgan looked up, noticing the amused, almost conspiratorial look on her face. "What’s up, Prentiss? You look like you’ve got something juicy to spill."

Emily chuckled, her eyes dancing with excitement as she leaned in closer, lowering her voice for dramatic effect. "Oh, I do, and it’s something you’re definitely gonna want to hear."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "You know I love a good scoop. What’s going on?"

Emily glanced over her shoulder to ensure Spencer was out of earshot, adding an air of secrecy. She leaned in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Our favorite genius just got asked out."

Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "No way! Pretty Boy’s got a date?"

Emily nodded, her tone teasing. "Oh yes, and you’ll never guess who the lucky lady is."

Morgan played along, feigning deep thought. "Let me guess... someone we know?"

Emily laughed softly, nodding. "Y/N. She asked him out last night in Rossi’s backyard, all sweet and romantic."

Morgan’s grin grew wider, clearly delighted. "That’s amazing! I knew there was something brewing between those two."

Emily crossed her arms, enjoying Morgan's reaction. "It’s about time, right? And I have to say, Spencer was pretty adorable when he told me about it." Emily smirked then, clearly enjoying the prospect of teasing Spencer a bit more. "I think he could use a little advice from someone with more experience in the dating world."

Morgan chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry, I've got this." He stood up and made his way over to Spencer's desk, a playful determination in his stride.

Spencer was engrossed in a file, his mind still replaying the events of the previous night. He didn’t notice Morgan approaching until the older agent tapped lightly on the desk to get his attention.

"Hey, pretty boy," Morgan greeted with his trademark grin. "I hear you've got a hot date coming up."

Spencer looked up, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized Emily must have told Morgan. "Uh, yeah. Y/N asked me out last night."

Morgan clapped Spencer on the shoulder, his expression a mix of pride and amusement. "That's great, man! I'm happy for you. So, when's the big date?"

Spencer adjusted his glasses, feeling a bit self-conscious. "We're planning to meet up this weekend. I’m trying to think of something interesting we could do."

Morgan nodded thoughtfully, pulling up a chair to sit beside Spencer. "Alright, listen up. First piece of advice: be yourself. Don't try to impress her by being someone you're not. She already likes you for who you are."

Spencer nodded, taking in Morgan's words. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess I just worry about keeping the conversation going."

Morgan chuckled. "You've got nothing to worry about there, genius. You haven’t shut up since I met you.” He teased the boy lovingly. “Just find out what she likes and ask questions about it. People love talking about things they’re interested in."

Spencer smiled. "Okay, I can do that."

Morgan continued, his tone becoming more serious. "And remember, it's not just about talking. Listen to what she says and pay attention to the little things. It shows you care."

Spencer nodded, appreciating Morgan's advice. "Thanks, Morgan."

Morgan gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Go out there and have fun. And if you need anything else, you know where to find me."

Spencer smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest from the love his team is showing him. "I will. Thanks, Morgan."

Morgan stood up, a satisfied grin on his face. "Anytime, kid. You're gonna do great."

World travels fast when you work with friends, and when your friends can’t keep secrets, and when you tell your secrets to the least likely people to keep their mouths shut. So really it should come as no surprise that immediately after leaving Reid’s desk, Derek hightailed it to Garcia’s batcave. 

"Hey, Mama," Morgan greeted as he walked in.

Garcia looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her Chocolate Thunder. "Hey, handsome! What brings you to my lair?"

Morgan chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I've got some juicy news that you’re gonna love."

Garcia raised her eyebrows, immediately intrigued. "Ooh, do tell! Is it about a new case, or is it something more... deliciously personal?" lips were licked.

Morgan grinned, savoring the moment before revealing the scoop. "It’s about our boy wonder, Spencer. He’s got himself a date with Y/N."

Garcia gasped, almost spilling her coffee in excitement. "Shut the front door! Spencer has a date? With Y/N? This is amazing!"

Morgan nodded, enjoying her reaction. "Yup, she asked him out last night at Rossi's place. They're planning to meet up this weekend."

Garcia clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with delight. "This is the best news ever! Spencer deserves some happiness, and Y/N is just perfect for him. I have to text her!"

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. "I figured you'd want to get involved."

Garcia grabbed her phone, already typing furiously. "You bet your sweet behind I do! It's going to be epic!"

A short while later, Y/N was sitting at her desk, going through some paperwork, when her phone buzzed with a new text message. She picked it up, seeing it was from Penelope Garcia, and smiled at the animated emojis and exclamation points that filled the screen.

🎉 OMG, Y/N!!! 🎉 Just heard the amazing news about your date with Spencer! I’m SO excited for you two!!! 💕 😊✨

Hey, Penelope! :) I’m super excited too.

—

The next day, Penelope was ready for a little chat with Spencer about the upcoming date. She had been waiting for this opportunity all week and had planned her approach carefully.  She spotted Spencer in the break room, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee. Perfect timing, she thought, with a gleam of excitement in her eye. She approached him with her usual flair, her heels clicking on the floor like the beginning of a drumroll.  

"Well, if it isn’t Dr. Reid," she said, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "Just the genius I was looking for."  

Spencer looked up, slightly confused but amused by her entrance. "Hey, Garcia. What’s up?"  

Penelope leaned against the counter, crossing her arms with a knowing look. "So, I heard through the grapevine that you and Y/N have a little rendezvous planned this weekend."  

Spencer’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, and he gave a small, sheepish smile. "Uh, yeah, we do. It’s, um, a date."  

"Indeed it is!" Penelope exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "But here’s the thing, sweetie—Y/N is currently having a minor outfit crisis because someone hasn’t given her a clue about what you two will be doing."  

Spencer’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard. "Oh, I didn’t even think about that. I was just trying to keep it a surprise, but I guess that makes it harder for her to plan."  

He never thought that she, or any woman really, would need to plan their outfits. He just stuck to his trusty button up and sweater vest combo. The idea of Y/N wanting to find the perfect out for him… Spencer didn’t know what to think. It hurt his chest, in a good way. 

Penelope nodded, her expression softening. "Spence, surprises are great, but you gotta give her a little something to work with. She’s got me helping her pick outfits, but even my fabulous skills have their limits without details."  

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck, looking thoughtful. "You're right. I just wanted to plan something special without giving too much away, but I suppose I could give her a hint."  

"Exactly," Penelope encouraged. "A hint. Just a tiny breadcrumb to help her out. Like, are we talking about a picnic in the park, fancy dinner, or maybe a trip to the museum?"  

Spencer chuckled, his mind racing through the options he’d considered. "Okay, okay. How about this: I’ll let her know we’re doing something casual for the day and a bit more upscale for the evening? That way, she can plan accordingly."  

Penelope beamed at him. "Perfect! You’re learning, my young grasshopper. Communication is key, especially when it comes to planning epic dates."  

Spencer grinned, feeling more confident about the weekend. "Thanks, Garcia. I appreciate the advice."  

"Anytime, Reid," Penelope said, giving him a playful nudge. "Now go text her and make her day."  

Spencer nodded and pulled out his phone, typing a quick message to Y/N.  

Y/N was sipping her morning coffee when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from Spencer.  

Hi. I wanted to let you know that Saturday will be a casual day followed by a more upscale evening. Hope that helps. Looking forward to it.

Y/N looked at the text with a bit of confusion, was he really looking forward to the date? Did he always text like a robot? Now, Y/N was feeling genuinely nervous that maybe she had read the signs wrong and Spencer is not actually all that interested in her but did not know how to tell her as much. Shit. 

Back at the office, Penelope was pleased with how things had gone. She decided it was time to let the others in on the good news.  

She sauntered over to Derek Morgan’s desk, who looked up from his work as she approached.  

"Hey baby girl, what did I do to deserve being graced with your beauty?" Morgan flirted.

Penelope smirked, leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper. "Just had a chat with our favorite genius about his date with Y/N."  

Morgan’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued. "Oh really? Did you give him a good talking to?"  

"Of course," Penelope replied with a wink. "He’s got it all figured out now, thanks to my expert guidance."  

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re something else, Garcia. I’m sure he appreciated the help."  

"Naturally," she said, feigning modesty. "And now I have to let someone else know about the good news."  

With that, Penelope dashed back to her desk and grabbed her phone.  

A few moments later, Y/N’s phone buzzed again. It was a text from Penelope, bubbling with enthusiasm.  

Hey, lovely! Just heard from Spencer—he’s got the plan sorted. Need any last-minute outfit advice? I’m here to help!

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s energy. She replied quickly, feeling grateful for Penelope’s support.  

You’re the best, Penelope! I think I’m good for now, but I’ll let you know if I need anything. Thanks!

Anytime, darling! Have a fabulous date and tell me all about it later. 💖  

Y/N was feeling even more confused now, Penelope talked to Spencer and didn’t detect anything weird enough to mention. Or didn’t mention it because she’s closer to Spencer than she is to Y/N. God dammit, how much coffee did I drink this morning? Have I eaten anything? Does the whole world hate me or am I just hungry?

That night, Y/N lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlight outside dancing across her room. Each flicker seemed to echo her flickering hopes—bright one moment and dim the next. The text from Spencer played over and over in her mind, each replay sharpening the double-edged sword of anticipation and apprehension. His words were clear and kind, yet a nagging doubt crept into her thoughts, casting long shadows over her excitement.

She turned her phone over in her hands, the screen's glow illuminating her anxious expression. Contemplating another message to clarify his feelings, she hesitated. Fear of coming off as too needy, too eager, or worse, misinterpreting his polite interest as something deeper, paralyzed her. The room felt colder as she considered the possibility that her feelings were one-sided.

"Why am I so unsure?" she whispered into the quiet room, her voice barely audible. A gust of wind rattled the window, as if in response, the sudden noise startling her. She missed the confidence she usually felt in her career and friendships, now replaced with uncertainty when it came to Spencer. This wasn’t like her—to doubt so deeply, to feel so unsettled by the prospect of opening her heart.

She sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. The digital clock on her nightstand read 2:17 AM. Sleep was elusive, her mind a whirlwind of 'what ifs'. What if she was just another case to him? An interesting puzzle to solve and then set aside? The thought made her heart ache with a blend of sadness and a touch of resentment.

Y/N glanced back at her phone, debating. Finally, she drafted a message in her notes app, not to send, but to articulate her feelings somewhere other than her own head:

Spencer, I'm really looking forward to our date, but I can't shake the feeling that maybe I'm reading more into this than I should. Are we on the same page?

She read the message several times, each word scrutinized, then locked the phone without sending it. This was a conversation for daylight, for face-to-face, where she could look into his eyes and search for sincerity.

As she lay back down, the room seemed to grow darker, the earlier play of shadows now just a deep, enveloping gloom. Y/N closed her eyes, a single tear escaping down her cheek. She made a silent promise to herself to find clarity tomorrow, no matter the outcome. Her heart might be on the line, but so was her peace of mind, and she couldn’t let the uncertainty drag on.

The night stretched on, her emotions a tangled web that not even sleep could smooth out.

Meanwhile, Spencer was at home, his own anxieties mirrored not just in the scattered papers and open books around his apartment, but in the restless way he moved through the space. Each step was punctuated with a pause, each pause filled with a racing thought. He paced back and forth, rehearsing conversations and scenarios in his mind. His affection for Y/N was genuine—a bright spark that had ignited unexpectedly—but his inexperience and the fear of being inadequate clouded his excitement.

He stopped by his desk, looking at the message he’d sent Y/N. The words on the screen now seemed woefully inadequate, too sterile for the warmth he wanted to convey. Was it too vague? Does she really want this, or is she just being polite? The questions spun in his head, each one chipping away at his resolve.

A memory flashed through his mind, a moment from a failed date years ago, where his attempt at humor had fallen flat, leaving a silence that couldn't be salvaged. The memory made his stomach churn.

Spencer considered calling her, to hear her voice, to reassure himself that the connection he felt wasn’t imagined. But doubt held him back, fear that his call might be unwelcome, too forward, too much, too soon. He walked over to the window, looking out over the quiet street below. The stillness of the night seemed to mock his inner turmoil.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and indecision. Maybe I’m just overthinking this, he thought. Yet, the fear of making a mistake, of possibly pushing her away before anything even started, was paralyzing. He needed this date to go well—not just for the potential of something more with Y/N but to prove to himself that he could handle personal relationships as well as he handled his professional ones.

Turning back to his desk, Spencer picked up his phone again. He scrolled through his contacts, hovering over Y/N’s name. He typed out a message, then erased it, typed another, then hesitated. Finally, he set the phone down, unresolved. He’d wait until the date to clear the air, face-to-face. It seemed the only way to truly know if what he felt was real and reciprocated.

As he settled down with a book, trying to distract himself, the printed words blurred before his eyes. His thoughts were elsewhere, tangled up in what the weekend would bring. The weight of expectation was heavy, and despite his best efforts, sleep eluded him for much of the night. His last conscious thought was a whispered hope that tomorrow might bring some peace, one way or another.

[perrywrites]

Asking them to choke you (flirting stage, haven’t slept together yet)

SFW (for the most… part…? Kinda NSFW?? But not really…?? Well PG13+ still for sure)

Includes; Yuta, Gojo, Nanamin

Yuta: “Yuta~ I want you to choke me…” His eyebrows raise right into his hairline, almost melding into his hair, eyes large and almost horrified. The way he’s sputtering, his throat constricting on itself, sounds almost like his own body is now strangling him at the sheer absurdity of your statement. He thought he was at least starting to get desensitised to the absolutely wild things that left your mouth, but somehow you manage to be increasingly unhinged each passing day. Like Maki once called you… A gift that never stops giving, except she definitely meant that very sarcastically. Somehow, he’s more sure you’re going to end up killing him (instead of a curse) with your absurd statements and those adorable mischievously gleaming eyes. “I-I… I don’t think… I can… do that,” he finally says, and he means this, for various reasons of course. The obvious playful reason being that it sounds like some sort of intimate fetish you’re into that he’s not very sure how to engage with. The less obvious, less fun to state reason being that his crippling fear of being the slightest bit rough with you would end up hurting you (or worse - killing you) and then he’d never be able to live with himself. So, choking you is absolutely out of the question. Then, you giggle, mumbling something about his reaction being adorable, and Yuta feels his heart constrict in his chest as the tips of his ears burn up. God, the things you do to his heart. You’re going to kill him. You love teasing him too much, and he can’t help but let you, when you’re so adorable… He’ll let you tease him for the rest of your lives as long as he’s the only one you’re teasing like this.

Gojo: laughs out loud, deadass. Oh, you want him to choke you? Those furrowed eyebrows of yours as you glare at him, seemingly offended, are too cute - oh you definitely weren’t expecting him to react like this, were you? It’s not like he’s not surprised, you see, but as much as it’s surprising, it’s just as funny, honestly speaking. So don’t blame him for laughing, huh sweetheart? “Don’t ask me for something like that if you’re not completely sure, hm?” Reaching his hand out to you, he ruffles your hair, messing it up as best as he could in a simple gesture, a lighter laugh bubbling up at your adorable squawk. As you’re trying your best to fix the mess he’s so benevolently set upon your head, he leans his head down to be at eye-level, smirking casually, eyes just the slightest bit hooded as he decides to tease you. “Because I might end up giving you exactly what you asked for.” His voice is low, a melodic whisper, and he doesn’t miss the way you shiver, the way your eyes widen - every twitch of your body as your mouth clamps shut and you look all too much a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As they say, be careful what you ask for - and especially so with Gojo Satoru. Plant an idea like that in his head, and you might not be prepared for the way it blooms.

Nanamin: he pauses, document still in his hand, and then sighs deeply, already feeling a headache beginning to clamp down on his scalp. Are you going to make him grab a second cup of coffee so soon in the day? What is with you and your random requests at the most random times of the day? He can see your cheeky little grin, you know? He’s not the kind of simpleton you can mess with, but it seems his now disappointed and exasperated expression (as usual…) still inspires you to snicker. “If that’s a kink of yours, then you need to learn to bring it up when it’s appropriate. Otherwise I’d advise you to start befriending the HR.” Does jujutsu even have HR? He should bring it up with Gojo, although the mere thought of suggesting that to him of all people sounds like an unbearable headache. Well, whatever, that should suffice for a half-hearted threat. Except, it doesn’t, and now you’re pouting, and babbling something about it not necessarily having to be a ‘sexual’ venture and more of a trust thing - and his eyebrow raises as he realizes you sound half-serious about the gibberish you’re spouting. “It’s a joke, much like the ones you constantly like to make,” he says, half-amused, although it’s not as visible on his stoic expression as it is in the dry uptilt in his voice. Seeing you pouting and huffing again, grumbling about his dry sarcasm, he can’t resist the extra statement. “... And well, I’ll keep in mind you like being… choked. We can discuss your asphyxiation kink later.” Your boggled wide-eyed look is amusing enough to sustain him without coffee through the whole afternoon.

P.S, Nanamin’s no-coffee for the afternoon streak is broken ever so lovingly through an encounter with a 6-foot tall cum-haired gremlin, Gojo 🫶🫶🫶

[junnieverse]

UNTIL WE'RE 80 ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: your friend was constantly swooning over her new boyfriend and you realise the honeymoon phase wasn't really in yours and sunghoon's relationship. it was nothing but constant teasing and playfulness but you both knew you would never change anything about it for the world.

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, crack, friends to lovers au

word count: 0.7k

request: [ inspired by this tiktok ] " you and hoon are with your friend who just got into a new relationship and is all like omg he’s so handsome, i love him so much. you and hoon just look at her all weird and say things like “i’d never think of him that way, look at him” cause u guys were friends before dating so it’s just ur dynamic and just being overall playful together but there are still times where you also talk about each other that way. "

warnings: not proofread, alot of teasing and name calling from reader and sunghoon

a/n: here it is anon! I didn't want to make it too long but I think this turned out so cute and pretty funny so thank you for this request angel, enjoy :)

"Oh geez dude, just the sight of you almost burnt my eyes." you tell Sunghoon who entered the room as you covered your eyes.

"Wow, I'm that handsome. My beauty blinded you." he says proudly smiling.

"More like your ugliness. Man what happened to your face." you playfully remark laughing as your friend holds in her laugh.

Ignoring your response, your boyfriend sits down next to you.

"Seriously, he is the cutest guy ever, I can't believe I get to call him my boyfriend." your friend continues to tell you about her new boyfriend.

"He should run for it while he can. I wish I did." sunghoon says side eyeing you. 

"He's amazing honestly. Last time he came over, he got me a bunch of flowers with my favourite snacks and chocolate." she says sighing dreamily.

"I wish I had a boyfriend to do that for me." you playfully respond sneaking a glance at your boyfriend who pinched your thigh as you had your legs over his lap.

Your friend looked between you and Sunghoon before pouting.

"Oh c'mon, you and Sunghoon have the best relationship ever, you're both pretty much the reason I didn't like being single half of the time." she admits to which Sunghoon chuckles.

"Please, Sunghoon? He's not all that, I could do better. I mean look at him lmao."

"If anything I should get a new partner. This one is all smelly and they like clinging to me." he teases you pretending to gag.

Flinging a pillow at him, he successfully dodges it and sticks his tongue out at you.

If anyone else saw the both of you they would think you and Sunghoon were just best friends who enjoyed bantering and teasing each other but you had both actually been dating for years now.

You'd been childhood friends and that soon turned into something romantic.

Having known each other for so long, your relationship dynamic didn't change much, you still enjoyed bickering and being playful, only difference was you did the couple stuff too now, like... dates and being overly affectionate.

"Oh shut up Hoon, I'm doing you a favour by dating you, nobody wanted you. You literally look like a weird frog." you tell him as you made a look of disgust.

Your friend looked between the two of you as you bickered but despite how you were going on roasting each other, your connection was undeniable.

You could make fun of your boyfriend all you wanted but at the end of the day he still brought butterflies to your stomach with his smile alone.

"Frog? Bro you're built like the hunchback of Notre-Dame. Please look at yourself. I'm gorgeous." he retorts winking at you as he complimented himself.

"Look at you, you're a total simp, giving me those heart eyes-" you tease Sunghoon as you laughed at him and your friend joined along.

"Am not! I'm looking at you because you have a fat booger sticking out your nose loser." he defends himself before he attacks you.

Hovering over you, Sunghoon starts tickling you and he was quick to find your weak spots to make you laugh even harder.

"Stop hahaha, I-I can't take it Sunghoon." you try your best to say losing your breath.

He momentarily stops pretending to think, "Hmm... I'll stop on one condition. You give me a kiss."

"What? No way, your breath stinks like butt crack." you tease him before he starts his ruthless attack again.

"O-okay okay fine! I'm sorry, I'll do it!" you surrender and he stops.

Leaning down, you give your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips and your friend clears her throat indicating she was still there.

"Oh you both are completely whipped. I have an entire boyfriend and you still manage to make me feel single once again." she says shaking her head.

"Bros before hoes. How about I dump him and then we can have a girls night!" you suggest giving her a high five as Sunghoon scoffs.

"You know I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." he sits up ruffling your hair messing it up as you slap his hand away.

"Maybe we do have to get rid of our boyfriend's then it'll just be us. No more boys being gross around us!" your friend joins in the playfulness as Sunghoon glares at her.

"Oh you can't get rid of me, I'll be annoying you until we're 80." sunghoon says with an arm around your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

Rolling your eyes at this, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

[twiixr4kidz]

ok one final one….. Scott and da evil exes x reader…. Making out/falling asleep together headcanons!!! Thanks -💀🎀

ooh i like this idea!! i think it's funny that i said i'll write stuff about making out and i got like 5 requests LMAO feel free to keep em coming!!

scott pilgrim

he's an amateur, so you might have to guide him a little bit

tell him where you want him to touch you, what you're okay with, how you want him to kiss you

if need be, take the lead and show him exactly what you want

bite his ear and it's like he loses control

you'll pull away and he'll flop back, completely breathless

and then he'll crack a corny joke about how you "take his breath away" to which you'll lightly punch him and throw the covers over him

he'll get the hint and the two of you fall asleep to whatever movie you spent the entire time making out to

matthew patel

he's so playful and so teasing

he'll make little comments hear and there, tickling your sides making you squeal, right before taking your lips back in his and making you gasp into his mouth

he runs his fingers up and down your sides

one hand is always resting on your upper thigh

he won't ask for it that often, but sometimes he'll take you by the hand and drag you into an alley just to make out with you

his kisses will make you weak in the knees, but when you're in bed, that's not so much an issue

he'll place one final, long kiss on your lips before letting you rest

and he makes sure to tuck you in so you're all nice and comfy

lucas lee

expect heated makeouts on set whenever he gets a break

he yearns to feel you on his body, taste you on his tongue, even when it's the last thing he should be thinking of

one arm is pinned above your head and the other caresses your waist

they're a must on the days that he's home, and he'll take you far into the night just kissing all over your face

he kisses a line from your neck all the way back up to your lips, and then down your neck, chest, and stomach

rubs your back but not too hard, but enough to make them nice and warm

rubs your back while you fall asleep too; you're clutch to his chest while his hands wander up and down your back, waiting to see who falls asleep first

todd ingram

he's actually really gentle

soft, sweet kisses and blushing cheeks

his knees with buckle if you run your fingers through his hair

one hand is clutching your thigh and the other tucked around your waist

occasionally his hands will stray, and he'll draw little shapes on your legs and tummy as you pull away from each other

tucks his head into the crook of your neck and pulls you close to him, wishing for nothing more than to absorb you into his body and forever be as one

you fall asleep at the same time, drifting off with thoughts of one another as the only thing on your minds

roxie richter

so much tongue you're going to drown, but it's kinda hot

she's grabs at whatever naked skin you have, indenting it with his finger nails as a way to mark you up

hickeys are splattered across your neck and chest, maybe even your jaw

her leg is sprawled over yours and nudges you

just a little touch to the back of her knee and she loses it

you've unlocked a new side to roxie

she'll completely devouring you, taking in everything you give her and enjoying every minute of it

you're her's forever, and she's going to make sure of it

but when she's done, she's going to curl up into a ball like a cat, completely exhausted

kyle katayanagi

loves having you on top of him

smiling into kisses, chuckling at your advances, teasing you and the things you're doing

annoying but in a good way

makeout sesh every night he's over right before bed (and honestly, if you're dating him you should expect them all the time)

always tickles you when you're done, it's like a ritual or something

he's big spooning you as you fall asleep, and you're going to wake up with him on top of you

ken katayanagi

make out sessions with ken are something to savor

leaning into his gentle touches, he'll drive you up a wall

warm hands plastered on your stomach, your thighs, your chest if you so desire

kisses on your cheeks and neck, fingers holding tight onto whatever he's grabbing

expect to fall asleep in that position; ken sleeps like a rock and you're not going to move him

gideon graves

one word: rough

hands tugging on hair, tightening grips around your limbs, nails faintly digging into your flesh

his lips are on your neck, licking and sucking every possible spot just to make you flustered

yearns to hear you make at least a little noise

he isn't content until you do

he leaves lingering kisses on your lips as you curl into his body and fall asleep

it'll take him a while, so he'll just hold you and play with your hair until you're out like a light

[ghostbite0]

hihi!1!! i have a question about your ping sized pillars au! do they act differently towards eachother since they became children? dince because of their ages their behaviours could change so i’m just curious :D

hi anon!!! its 4 am sorry if i sound a little delirious at all when answering this question!

they absolutely do! i’ll make a very brief list just for the sake of simplicity but please feel free to ask for more clarification!! (i also plan to draw comics exploring this more so hopefully that will help showcase their dynamics too!)

Gyomei: After shrinking fourteen years and falling into the role of looking after the little ones until they can turn back, he’s much more gentle and kinder. he’s more expressive and talkative and is overall just a sweetheart toward the younger children and guides them however he can. at most he’ll pick on Sanemi and Tengen— but for the most part he takes all the responsibilities like a champ. older brother moment

He gets easily flustered and tends to mentally beat himself up a lot, often doubting his role and if he’s any good at it. He takes it hard whenever he accidentally makes someone cry :(

He’s very very close with Shinobu and Muichiro, but he loves everyone, and they all love him!

Tengen: he’s definitely more mischevious towards the others, but eeeextremely protective as well. he likes to carry everyone around + rough house and hates being the “bad guy” (aka enforcing rules), so naturally he becomes one of the favorite’s really quick

he’s kind of the equivalent of the older sibling who wants McDonalds and makes the younger sibling ask the parent for it. he bargains a lot with the other kids

He and Gyomei work really well as a team, with Gyomei being more nurturing and making rules (and consequences to breaking of said rules) and Tengen being more playful and funny. it really comes in handy when they have to distract the others from something distressing and Tengen entertains them while Gyomei works on fixing the problem!

Sanemi: Sanemi has the biggest change! he acts normal for the most part but is absolutely a big softie, as seen with how he will let Obanai hold his arm when nervous or how he’ll actively search for a flower to give Shinobu if she’s upset :(

He and Gyomei become closer during the whole ordeal, especially when Genya gets involved… Sanemi tries to get Gyomei to hide him from his (big?) little brother, but the eldest refuses and forces Sanemi to work stuff out with him…

Giyuu: his change is less noticeable… again, he’s mostly the same, but as things progress and he’s around Tanjiro, Shinobu, etc more, he loosens up. He actively looks out for the others in his own way, and never participates in rough-housing in favor of sitting with Shinobu or Muichiro. Honestly, he’s usually just hanging out with Tanjiro (against his will) and it’s difficult for me to word their dynamic without going into a lot of detail!

Obanai: he has a pretty big change as well. Obanai is shy as a kid, so naturally, he tends to keep to himself and only stick with the people he likes. He gets flustered around Mitsuri even more now, and the others tease him in the same way Elementary Schooler’s are like “obanai and mitsuri sitting in a tree!!!!!”

It’s also worth noting that he’s usually glued to Sanemi, Rengoku, or Gyomei/Tengen depending on who is around. He hates the situation they’re in and isn’t afraid to show it, but as soon as Shinobu and Muichiro are there, he acts like it doesn’t affect him at all. He’s closer with Muichiro as he actively tries to make sure he’s doing okay, and likes to help Gyomei watch him!

Rengoku: speaking of Rengoku…. yeah! He’s always been very loving and considerate, so it’s only amplified here. He likes to think he’s part of the “big kids” squad too… he’s more brotherly with Mitsuri and likes to drag Obanai out of his comfort zone, just like when they were younger. He’s much closer with Tengen! He has trouble playing with Muichiro because he’s so little, so usually when he’s with him he’s trying to feed him or entertain him (this rarely goes well)

Mitsuri: like Rengoku, she’s always been a sweetheart, so not too much changes. She’s much more affectionate and loving, though, and always wants to hug someone or play with them!

She becomes a lot more close with Shinobu, and likes to hang out with Tengen and Rengoku and join in on their shenanigans. She is clueless to Obanai’s feelings, and never notices how flustered he gets when she braids his hair or carries him around! She also plays a lot of games like “House” and what not, so dynamics shift whenever Mitsuri takes it veeeery seriously

Mitsuri lights up a room, and it’s noticeable if Mitsuri is down or not around. They’re all pretty close to her during this!

Shinobu: Shinobu has always been the mediator of the Hashira, and that reigns true even as a five year old. People think she can be a bit bratty or bossy, but that’s faaaar from the truth. Shinobu is even more persistent about Giyuu making friends and tries to include him however she can. Also, because she knew Gyomei at a young age, she tends to confide in him more often than not. She likes acting as a bigger sister toward Muichiro and having a lot of “girl talks” with Mitsuri; they have their equivalent of a sleepover pretty much every night.

Fun Fact: she gets pretty sad about not having Kanae around during this (since they grew up together and all), and Mitsuri kinda helps fill that role without either of them realizing it!

Muichiro: Being the baby of the group, quite literally, everyone absolutely adores him, but they don’t always know how to interact with him. At the start, his relationship with everyone is pretty sour, since he admittedly takes the whole de-aging thing the hardest. But with Gyomei’s patience and guidance, he warms up a bit and slowly starts to enjoy himself more, leading to his friendships with the others changing as well.

Everyone’s even more protective of him (especially after Muichiro protected them when they were all getting transformed— they feel kinda bad about it) and coddles him 24/7. They definitely spoil him, and Muichiro warms up to their affection and eventually begins actively seeking it. Tengen sometimes gets jealous about all the attention Muichiro gets, and it creates a fun dynamic between the two of Muichiro purposely trying to piss him off haha.

It’s hard to pinpoint how much his relationships change with everyone without writing an essay about it, but you get the gist!

“im gonna make a short list” (insert giant paragraphs of info)

anyway; that was a really great question!!! thank you so much for your interest in my silly little au, i hope i was able to help clear things up!!! feel free to ask for more details im kinda crazy BAHAHA

[tangyangie]

Hii! Honestly thank you for all your works!, they’re so good and feel so accurate, you embody the characters so well😫‼️.

I dont know if ur taking requests right now but i was wondering if you could do a karma x enfp reader head-cannons? I saw you did an isfp one, idk if you’ve done any other, but Thats alright if not of course!

Reader is really bubbly and loud, she makes alotta dirty and crude jokes with Rio and similarly, she has good grades she just doesnt try. She’s girly (loves being feminine) but that doesnt stop her from getting dirty, Shes very much a hopeless romantic and goes feral for some loving.

— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⊹

desc. karma x enfp!fem!reader, who's loud, playful, and talkative, yet stubborn, smart, and romantic.

notes. i'm preeeetty sure i'm an enfp (or infp), so a lot of these traits reminded me of myself!! so, this one was pretty easy to write, and i hope you like it!!

he's drawn to you from the beginning.

you're funny and joke about everything with him. oh, someone fell out of a tree? oops, you guys are literally on the floor.

you guys never have a dull moment. you always have something to talk about, and your conversations usually end up lasting hours.

physical touch is biggg for you guys. it's rare to see you guys not hugging or being close in some way.

he loves your outfits. no matter what you wear, though, he will be completely infatuated by you but he does like seeing you in dresses.

he picks you up a lot. piggy-back rides, carrying you bridal style, over the shoulder... any way that your feet aren't touching the ground.

you guys bounce around a lot. like, people mistake you as children for how energetic you guys are—you're constantly running around places.

you guys are constantly texting. it's kind of funny how much battery is wasted, even though you two are in the same room.

you guys also play gamepigeon a lot together. you've both gotten really good at the word games, and you're constantly competing. your screen is lit up like a christmas tree because of just how much you guys play together.

karma and you are both stubborn, and so you guys are like a rainbow brick wall with bubble guns at the top. it's the most accurate description of your personalities together that i can give.

when it comes to school, you guys are one and the same. you've got good grades and stuff, but you do not pay attention.

you will have an assignment that was given at the beginning of the week, and you're finishing it literally morning of. and then you get a perfect score.

you guys spend a lot of time outside together. whether that's looking for cats in sidewalks, going to playgrounds and parks, or finding a lake and skipping rocks together. you guys definitely feed the ducks, too.

you kiss him a lot. he definitely doesn't mind—he welcomes it. while, of course, throwing in a few teasing phrases.

you guys make a lot of dirty jokes together. it's crazy you guys haven't been reported to the police for the amounts of looks you guys have gotten.

you guys collect stuff for each other. you collect stamps and he collects rocks, so you guys trade each other stuff. if someone doesn't have enough to trade, you pay in affection.

you guys climb on stuff a lot. it's a normal occurrence to see you guys on the roof or hanging off a window of a 6-floor tall apartment building.

notes: every time i write these i get reminded of my nonexistent social life 🫶

also i'm so sorry for taking so long ☹️ been feeling v unmotivated to write but i did see the spider-man movie so i'm feeling much better (and in love w miles oh m y god)

[aughby]

Number on the Wall

Tatsunori Otsuka was many things — a volleyball star, a notorious prankster, and an all-around jokester. But if there was one thing he wasn’t, it was bold when it came to love, especially when it involved the younger sister of his team captain, Yuki Ishikawa. The very thought of Yuki finding out that he, Tatsunori, harbored a crush on Mayu was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

One day, after an intense practice session, Tatsunori headed to the locker room, drained and looking forward to a quick shower. As he entered the comfort room, something caught his eye—a scribbled number on the wall, with the words "For a good time, call Mayu."

Tatsunori blinked, staring at the number in disbelief. There was no way it was that Mayu. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quickly snapped a photo of the number, intending to check it out later.

Back at his apartment, Tatsunori paced nervously. What if it really was Mayu’s number? He imagined Yuki’s glare, the sharp lecture he’d get if he even thought about texting her. But the temptation was too strong. Finally, he decided to send a harmless, anonymous message. After all, what harm could a simple text do?

He typed: "Hey, I found your number on a wall. Is this really Mayu?"

Moments later, his phone buzzed. Tatsunori nearly dropped it in his haste to read the reply.

Mayu: "Who’s this? And where exactly did you find my number? 🤨"

Tatsunori hesitated, but then his playful nature took over. "Just a guy who happened to be in the right place at the right time. So, are you really Mayu, the volleyball star?"

Mayu: "Depends. Are you one of those weirdos who text random girls for fun?"

Tatsunori chuckled, enjoying the banter. "Not a weirdo, just someone who admires your game. I’ve seen you play. You’re amazing."

Mayu: "Thanks, but I’m still suspicious. How did you even get this number?"

Tatsunori was about to come clean, but the thought of Yuki’s face made him rethink. "Let’s just say fate led me to it. But don’t worry, I’m not a creep. Just a big fan."

The two continued texting over the next few days. Tatsunori found himself looking forward to their exchanges. Mayu, despite her initial skepticism, seemed to enjoy the anonymous conversations as well. She even started opening up about her challenges and funny stories from her own volleyball practices.

But the more Tatsunori texted her, the more he realized he was in deep. He had to tell her the truth before things got out of hand. The only problem was figuring out how to do it without facing the wrath of Yuki.

One evening, Tatsunori sent a message: "So, what would you say if I told you I might know you… in person?"

Mayu: "I’d say you better not be who I think you are. My brother is super protective."

Tatsunori’s heart skipped a beat. "What if it’s someone who thinks you’re really cool and doesn’t want to mess things up?"

There was a pause before her reply. "I’d say… just be honest. I might not bite. 😏"

Tatsunori took a deep breath, deciding it was now or never. "Alright, it’s me… Tatsunori Otsuka. Please don’t tell Yuki!"

There was a long silence, and Tatsunori began to sweat. He imagined Yuki bursting through his door, ready to strangle him. Then his phone buzzed.

Mayu: "Wow, Otsuka. I didn’t expect that. But honestly… I kind of knew. 😅"

Tatsunori blinked. "Wait, you knew?!"

Mayu: "Yeah, I recognized your way of talking after the first few texts. Plus, my number isn’t actually on any wall. My brother probably put it there to see who’d fall for it. 😜"

Tatsunori groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. "Are you serious?!"

Mayu: "Yup! But don’t worry, I won’t tell him. I think it’s cute that you were so scared of him. But maybe next time, just ask me out in person, okay?"

Tatsunori grinned, relief flooding him. "Deal. How about we grab a coffee tomorrow? Your brother doesn’t have to know… unless you want to tease him."

Mayu: "I’d love that. And maybe we’ll keep this little secret just between us. 😉"

Tatsunori couldn’t believe his luck. What started as a random, anonymous text had turned into something much more. He knew he’d have to face Yuki eventually, but for now, he was content with his new connection to Mayu—and the fact that he had survived the whole ordeal without getting crushed.

But his relief was short-lived.

The next day at practice, Tatsunori was texting Mayu under the bleachers, completely absorbed in their conversation. He didn’t notice when someone approached from behind until a voice, cold and stern, broke through his focus.

“So, what’s so interesting, Otsuka?”

Tatsunori’s heart stopped. He turned slowly, finding himself face-to-face with Yuki Ishikawa, who was glaring down at him with arms crossed. Tatsunori’s mind raced as he tried to shove his phone into his pocket, but it was too late.

Yuki’s eyes narrowed as he snatched the phone from Tatsunori’s hands. “Let’s see what’s got you so distracted…”

“Wait, Yuki, I can explain—”

But Yuki was already scrolling through the messages. His face remained unreadable as he read the exchange between Tatsunori and his sister. When he finished, he handed the phone back to Tatsunori without a word.

Tatsunori braced himself for the worst. “Yuki, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Otsuka?” Yuki interrupted, his voice surprisingly calm.

Tatsunori blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Yuki sighed, shaking his head. “I knew you had a thing for Mayu. I’ve known for a while. But sneaking around like this? You’re just making it harder on yourself.”

Tatsunori was speechless. He hadn’t expected Yuki to be so… understanding. “So, you’re not going to kill me?”

Yuki smirked, finally breaking into a grin. “Not today. But if you hurt her, you’ll wish I had.”

Tatsunori nodded vigorously. “I swear, I’ll be good to her.”

Yuki clapped him on the back, a bit too hard, but with a brotherly camaraderie. “Good. Now get back to practice before I change my mind.”

As Tatsunori jogged back to the court, he felt like he had just dodged a bullet. But when his phone buzzed with a new message, he couldn’t help but smile.

Mayu: "Did Yuki catch you? 😅"

Tatsunori glanced back at Yuki, who was already back to focusing on practice, then replied:

Otsuka: "Yeah, but I’m still alive. I think that’s a good sign, right?"

Mayu: "Definitely. Let’s celebrate your survival with that coffee later. 😉"

Tatsunori chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. Not only had he managed to confess to Mayu, but he had also survived Yuki’s wrath—at least for now. And as he joined his teammates on the court, he realized that maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was worth it.

And so, Tatsunori learned that sometimes the scariest obstacles can be the ones that lead to the best rewards—and that it’s always better to be honest, especially when it comes to matters

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode nine!!!!!!!!!

Is it only me that notices that these reviews are getting longer each day?

Right, the Dire Owl and the high stakes, I forgot about those things

(it keeps fucking freezing)

Huaisang didn't even try to run?? Frozen in fear

Cool barrier, honestly

Dude, they're basically dead, in the nicest way possible

Wangji literally said to run, why question him?

HA, THE SILENCING SPELL

They're going to hold hands and Wangji has never seemed more jealous

Banging flute playing fr

WEN QING!!!!

Nicest way possible, but I don't think she's actually playing it....still looking gorgeous though

Ah, the puppets are responding to her

I love how one of them just has a really big branch, best weapon ever

I'd love to be one of those actors

Qing is so resourceful, I truly love her more than I can describe

SHIT THE DIRE OWL SAW HER

Who the fuck's this telling them not to move?

It's so gonna be Jiang Cheng, you can tell that Wuxian recognises that voice

HAHAHAA IT IS

Threatening him with Wangji, cackling

The way they immediately fall into playful teasing

Wuxian hiding behind Huaisang like he'd protect him???

CHENG ALMOST LET SLIP THAT HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT WUXIAN!!

They're both so happy that Wangji lifted the spell, but why does Wangji look sad? :(

Wuxian always defending Wangji, who could dare insult him

He's so worried about Qing, what a fucking badass

Her reaction is quite literally just "fuck"

Huaisang asking important questions for once

EVERYONE asking important questions actually

Welp, here comes the horde of puppets again

This is all just a big "let's slow them down so we can run" and they just don't fucking run

Why can't you go, Qing?? I'm extremely worried about her

CAN THEY BE SAVED??

Wei Wuxian suddenly becoming intense is glorious to me

THE DIRE OWL CONTAINS A SHARD OF THE YIN IRON! STRIKE IT DOWN, STRIKE IT DOWN

Haha, Wangji making Wuxian do something so he isn't distracted by Qing.

HAHAHA TRAPPING THEM. QING DOESN'T EVEN REALLY LOOK FAZED BY IT EITHER

"you're good at protection" and you're good at buttering people up

I'm sorry but I keep rewinding to watch Wangji briskly walk past in the background, it's just so fucking funny to me. It's a passive aggressive way of telling Wuxian to get a fucking move on

The way Wuxian starts rushing as well HAHAHA

"I've wanted to kill that fucking bird for ages" Wuxian you're so real

The look that Cheng and Qing share while Huaisang is awkwardly standing in the background

I'm fucking sick of fog, someone get a vacuum cleaner or something

I looove how they get closer together while moving, that's so cute

They bumped into each other, how fruity, they should hold hands or something. Platonically, of course. Unless...😏

NO WAY DID WUXIAN AND WANGJI LOSE EACH OTHER AGAIN!?!

HAHAHA, "I'm right here, dumbass"

The fuck is a glitter talisman? AND WHY AIN'T IT WORKING

Shit, they're hallucinating now. They should kiss.

"huh, why haven't you been disturbed by the hallucinations?" "I ain't got fuck all going on up here" maybe Wangji is secretly a himbo

"making use of my wisdom" and then a little giggle, I can't with this guy

I love how Wuxian gets concerned when Wangji starts looking concerned

CHAINS??? NAH, KINKY ASS SHIT

Awww, Wangji helping Wuxian out when the hallucinations start getting to him

THEY'RE SO IN SYNC

I'm in love with them all

BROS ARE LITERALLY BEING SURROUNDED

Once again, I'd love to be a fucking actor playing a puppet, seems fun

Huaisang is helpless, what do you want from him??

THAT ONE'S EYES WERE NORMAL

NOOOO, MADAM WEN!!!!

Qing looks so sad

I'd start fucking climbing

Back to the homosexuals

HOW ARE THEY SO IN SYNC!!!

"quiet" just cast the silencing spell, pussy (/aff)

Can't see shit in this fucking fog

There is something so amusing about watching Wuxian getting fucking snatched and dragged around, and I can't explain what it is

BRO GOT SMACKED INTO A TREE AND IS ACTIVELY BEING CHOKED, HIS FUCKING SWORD

Wangji going to save the day

HE'S PLAYING DEAD, I'M IN LOVE WITH HIS GENIUS

HE CAUGHT IT!!!!

The little "eh" of resignation as the bird hit the floor

The have their spiritual cognition back!!! Yay!

Fucking Wen Chao. Literally just die at this point.

I love your headpiece though

I would have taken the Dire Owl with me as a souvenir, but that's just me

(KEEPS FUCKING FREEZING, GOING TO COMMIT HARM TO A BIN)

Where have the others gone?!?

They're all a bit out of it, honestly man

Never mind, they're all there, with a few of the Wens as well

Madam Wen 😔😔

Don't say that!!!

AWWW, A LITTLE KID

Don't ask questions, Huaisang, it's rude

STOP BOOSTING HIS EGO

You have blood on your lip, Wuxian, have some respect

Oh, oh that's upsetting.

SHE WATCHED HER DAD DIE?!??

AND WEN NING GOT HIS SOUL SNATCHED???

This is extremely upsetting

DON'T BLAME QING, YOU OVERGROWN, SPOILT, USELESS LITTLE BRAT

Literally, Wen 4.0 has a big point, it's your fault, Wen Chao

GET HIS ASS, WEN DOESN'T-LOVE-HIS-SON

You need to touch wood, Huaisang

Ain't nobody safe with Wuxian around, honestly. He's like a magnet

HE DOESN'T WANT TO ADMIT HIS CARE

How does Huaisang know so fucking much about birds, I love him

The three look like they're plotting something, and it's so funny. The way Cheng's face shifts slightly at the sound of it

BROS IMMEDIATELY DISTRACTED BY FOOD

All of them on the hunt, even Cheng haha

Wuxian's look of judgement at Cheng's stomach before they rush off

QING AND WANGJI LOOK LIKE DISAPPOINTED PARENTS

Wangji immediately starts interrogation

These guys are such goofballs, you can. From the music alone

Wuxian just disappearing

Literally stepping in sync, they're so excited

Did Wangji just immediately distract Cheng and Huaisang so they could ask Qing questions

These boys aren't doing a very good job of procuring the fucking shards lmao

Because she cares 😔

There's no way that's the fucking motto

SHE WAS GOING FOR THE SHARD

Wuxian, you were so serious...YOU CAN'T JUST BURST INTO LAUGHTER LIKE THAT

Wangji's such a sweetheart

Wuxian utterly showing off his intelligence and bagging the autistic guy in the background in the process

No need to ask bbg, you know you're right

WEN WHATEVER HIS NAME

I'd bite into that

They're such a good team

QING NOOOOO I'm in love with her

The nod they share

Cheng cares about her so much 🥺🥺

I swear that bruise on his neck keeps getting redde every time we see it

Uh oh, Yueyang

He doesn't want him to leave, so he grabs him by one of those thingies 🥺

Literally ditching alcohol to catch up to you, Wangji, he might as well be confessing his love to you

"you can't work well without me" so so real

This happens much later on in the danmei, my lord...and in the future/present

Bullshit, you do just want to drink, you just have logic for it

MENG YAO

Do I need to remind y'all that Wangji doesn't like being touched? And that, on many occasions now, he has allowed Wuxian to drag him around/touch him? He might as well be confessing his love as well

I like how Wuxian just points teasingly at Cheng because they both know he will ask when he runs out of money

That waiter sure is fast, my lord

Wangji wanting him to get straight to the point

Listen, he wants gossip, duh

No shit, Huaisang

Oh, this is definitely Xue Yang's doing, do you think they'll bump into him???

That'd be cool

Well, that's horrifying

Wangji practically telling Wuxian to ask more with his eyes

I like how the guy runs off a little

LAN WANGJI IS GOING TO FUCKING PASS OUT

Wuxian comforting him right away

HE'S SEEING WHAT'S GOING ON

Pussy, but also so fair

THE FUCKING ALCOHOL?!???

There is fucking knocking at the door

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

This is fucking awful, oh my god

I'm literally in shock, there's so much going on

TIME TO REVISE

[mybelovedwoo]

in which you both are just two bad kids

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.1k

warnings: a lot of teasing ( are we surprised?), mention of food

You loved afternoon walks in the city, especially at this time of the year, when it's finally not that hot, that you can't be outside for more than five minutes because you boil, and also not too cold either, so you don't freeze yet. But today was an especially cold day for this early on in the season. Fall was your favorite season ever, it's just so beautiful, all the colors of the falling leaves, it has a special, kind of romantic feel to it.

You usually had a really cold hand all the time, but now that the weather cooled down your hands were freezing. Wooyoung took the opportunity to offer you him to warm them up for you. Honestly, the real reason was that he loved to hold your hands any time, especially in public. He thought this way he can protect you better, so he can keep you closer to him. Also, he loved any form of physical touch, so it was just a plus.

So you were walking hand in hand, like two love birds, that can't go further than a foot away from each other, and it was kinda true. You both loved to be as close as possible to one another, it seeks comfort in a way.

It didn't last too long though, because the minute you saw a stand a bit far away where they were selling some bungeoppang, you immediately drop your boyfriend's hand and literally sprinted there. There was only one thing in your mind, you needed something delicious the warm you up in this freezing cold.

"Why does she always do this?" Yeah, it was pretty frequent for this situation to happen. But you were very independent, and sometimes forget to tell him what you were thinking out loud, so your boyfriend could actually know what was happening. Now the only thing he can do is to run after you.

"Look they sell bungeoppang!!" You told him a little too excited when he finally caught up to you. It would have been fun to Wooyoung if it wasn't this freaking cold outside. You could say that your relationship was kinda fun and playful, you both were the kind of people who didn't take things too seriously, and that's why life is so fun.

 "Do you want some too?" You asked your boyfriend as you were already about to pay for your own. He was hesitant but you bought him one anyway, you don't want him to steal yours. And that happens all the time, you ask him if he wants something, and he says no to you, but the next second he is eating your precious food. You love each other and would share anything, but you both are really serious about food.

So you continued your walk at the park while eating your delicious snack. You were about to tell Wooyoung how good it feels to warm your stomach up, but when you looked at him he already finished his. Yeah, sure he doesn't need one...

Suddenly you busted out laughing, you actually couldn't stop it. Wooyoung got confused about why you were laughing so hard, but he wanted to do it so bad, he wanted to laugh with you, so he asked you non stop "what?" "why are we laughing?", as if you could answer him right now.

The moment you tried to tell him and pointed at him because you still couldn't talk, now from the exhaustion, was when he realized that you were laughing at him. Now he wasn't that happy about it anymore. 

"You got some red bean paste on your face babe. Come here." You wanted to help him, but you were still catching your breath and wiping your tears away. He did not accept your help, he was acting like he was offended. But in reality, he knew it was funny, but he was the kind who couldn't handle it when got teased by someone else.

"Come on, you know it was funny" You tried to get to his heart, by back hugging him. Of course, he couldn't handle that, and told you with a pouty voice "do you like me with food on my face too?".

"I like you by all means." He turned around to face you and gave a little kiss on the top of your nose. "Your nose is really cold." He seemed very surprised, he didn't think you are this cold, although you told him before, but he thought it was just your usual exaggeration.

You touched your nose to check what he was talking about. "I told you I'm freezing Woo." You couldn't believe that he is realizing just now, you told him several times before.

"You want to see something cool?" He asked you all of a sudden. Wooyoung smiled a little bit at your expression, your face was actually clueless.

You didn't answer him, but he already dragged you behind him. You hoped that it wasn't something lame, because you hated surprises, even small ones like this. But it actually was super cool, you got very much excited when your boyfriend stopped in front of a Ferris wheel at the center of the park.

"Want to take a ride?" He asked you with the biggest smile because seeing you this happy made him the happiest human ever.

"YEES!!!" You were literally jumping due to the sudden joy, you couldn't help yourself. Now it was your time to drag Wooyoung to the cashier. "Two tickets pleasee!" You looked like a little kid whose dad or older brother brought you here as a reward.

When you got into the cabin, you sat down facing each other. Your excitement fade away when the Ferris wheel started moving. Your boyfriend took the opportunity to get you back and when it stopped at the very top, he stood up and started moving and of course, the whole cabin started moving with him.

"Wooyoung stop!" You yelled at your boyfriend while trying to hold on to something, anything. All you heard is his witch laugh, and you immediately knew what was this about. "I'm serious if you're not sitting down right now.." You couldn't even finish your sentence, when he sat down next to you and said "Then what?" Ohh boy, he caught you off guard. 

"Don't worry Y/n, I'm just messing around. I got you, until I'm here nothing's gonna happen, so you can let go of your seat."

It was enough for you to calm down. You knew your boyfriend, and how much he loved teasing you, just as much as you loved teasing him. But you trusted him, he would never do something that actually could hurt you.

He took your hands in his for the rest of the ride. " Your hands aren't cold anymore. Did you warm up?"

"Yes, thanks for this whole experience." It was a bit sarcastic, but you were actually thankful for him.

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[themurphyzone]

TFor those of us who are sick of the Brain and Julia crap they tried to push on us in the reboot, I’d recommend watching The World Can Wait segment from the original Animaniacs. It’s the much better version of ‘Brain tries to woo a female mouse’ plotline. 

This is the first time the world domination aspect doesn’t take front and center of a Pinky and the Brain segment, instead choosing to expand on Brain’s character outside of his usual plans. 

“Not tonight, Pinky. The world can wait.” 

“Egad, Brain! Are you feeling alright?” 

“Pinky, I’m feeling more than alright. I’m...in love.” 

Considering that he tends to place the world above any other relationship, saying ‘the world can wait’ is an incredibly monumental step for him, to the point where Pinky questions if something is up because this really isn’t normal for him. 

I think this is the only time where Brain happily admits to his infatuation, and there’s a lot of early installment weirdness with the first PatB shorts before the spinoff expands on the characters, but unlike the reboot, it’s both adorable and tolerable to see Brain attempting to woo a female mouse. He isn’t focused on the world at all, he just wants to dress nicely for her. 

Plus, that expression is really cute. 

Brain in a bowtie is always a win for me. And that he attempts to give a gift even though it’s more scientific than romantic. He’s awkward, but he’s very genuine about it and doesn’t understand how his gift would confuse Billie. I like to think that this is Brain’s way of making a connection, even if it’s not typical and he doesn’t quite understand that it’s not the social norm to give a super complex science-y gift. 

And here, when Brain realizes that Billie is more receptive to Pinky, he changes his approach. It’s nice that Pinky doesn’t take a backseat in this episode, and while he teases Brain for being in love, he doesn’t really want Billie’s attention cause he’s happily in a relationship with a horse at this point. And Brain asking Pinky to be his wingman and taking direction from him is really sweet. 

Billie is just cute in this shot. 

It’s funny how Pinky and the Brain actually show more concern for Billie here than they ever did for Julia in the reboot. 

And the segment closes with Brain being horrified that Billie could be more intelligent than him (and considering that she later plays Brain and Snowball like fiddles because she was in love with Pinky in Brain Noir, it’s really something), and he once again takes up world domination. 

Honestly, it’s tragic that Brain’s genuine attempt to pursue romance ended due to circumstances beyond his control, and also due to his need to be the most intelligent being there is. 

This is why he’s afraid to pursue something with Pinky. Because his attempts at happiness were all stolen away from him. If he starts something with Pinky, then he could potentially lose him too. 

And also this little segment is so much better to the characters than the entire Julia trilogy was. 

Here, Brain wasn’t being a creep. He makes an earnest attempt at romance, and he puts aside the world for it too. And when it doesn’t work, Brain simply walks away from it instead of trying to control Billie to get her to like him instead of Pinky. 

Even if Billie is just genderbent Pinky, she’s likeable and you actually feel bad for her when the scientists take her for an experiment. 

Pinky is playful yet supportive. He’s not on the backburner, he wants Brain to succeed, and he’s actually helpful. 

[fangaminghell]

Sick fic ideas cause I'm still sick but I got tea

Imani getting sick means countless apologizing and denying she's sick

Melia would have had to force her to bed since it was getting bad.

Ren and Aelita had to come in a scold her for not taking proper care of herself, which causes her to ultimately relent and let everyone take care of her.

Again, she apologizes a lot for "having people take care of her when the they all went through so much already"

Melia is the first to point out the Imani too has been through a lot. Something that none of them can even fathom going through.

Venam adds on that even if they didn't go through so much shit, they still could have cared for Imani. Everyone agrees full heartedly.

If it weren't for the fact that Melia made sure everyone don't get too close to Imani since she's sick, Ren and Aelita ( especially Aelita) would have showered Imani with kisses and so many compliments.

But either way they- oh. Oh wait, she's crying. Imani's crying.

Melia's rule of distance gets thrown out the window momentarily to give her best friend a hug. Everyone follows suit( well maybe not Erin but she's hugging in spirit)

Imani shoos them away after her crying has settled down. She really doesn't want them getting sick.

After some tea, soup, medicine and casual chatter Imani is pulled into a peaceful slumber, knowing she is loved.

Leo's turn

Leo being sick is kinda funny with how blunt he gets

His insecurities are blocked by his mushy brain so he kinda has no filter.

For example: "Why are men so hot, it's not fair" <- still in denial ( even if he wasn't, it's still not something he would say out loud just yet)

He doesn't immediately get flirty, but the lack of inner homophobia holding him back does make him a bit more forward, even if it comes out slurred and drowsy( cause he's sick)

Cain finds all of this very amusing.

Even more so to how clingy Leo gets when he's around. Everytime Cain tries to go get something for him ( tea, or his medicine), Leo always starts to whine and pout about not wanting him to leave. It sends Cain's heart flying.

Honestly it would send whoever Leo's into heart flying, it's very cute.

Eventually Cain does leave promising to be back,and in his place comes Suraya.

It's here where these two get to talk like actually siblings for once. Suraya does try to be a mother here, but it quickly melts away when Leo starts throwing playful jabs her way. It ends up with the two of them just laughing together ( not too hard, cause Leo will get dizzy), and just bring siblings together, which hasn't really happened in so long.

When Cain comes back, Leo lights up even more. Cain and Suraya give each other a look, silently agreeing to not tell him about any of this when he gets better for his sake.

But knowing both of them, they would drop some hints to tease him with, much to his confusion later on lol.

I want to add Taka and Cal here but I think it would be the following " is surprised to how clingy Leo is towards theme,thinks his pouting is adorable, and playful teasing that tetters the line of flirting ( I think Cain is straight up flirting tho lol.... Taka might be a little more flustered given how direct Leo is being).

And yeah! Sick fic ideas. Will I ever write these down? Probably not, I'm lazy. But I hope you enjoyed them :)

[mytragedyperson]

OK my brain just decided to think of the karasuno third years and I now have thoughts so I guess I'm gonna give opinions no one asked for

OK first of all who came up with the fanon versions of these characters? Sugamama and dadchi? Sugawara choosing favourites to be protective over and threatening anyone even his other teammates if they ruin his favourites' innocence or upset them? Deadchi? Asahi being Jesus? Fanon in general sometimes has a habit of honing in one one aspect of a character, not even necessarily a personality trait, which is a conversation for another day. And the thing is I wouldn't mind this but its so repetitive that it just gets boring. No hate if you like this version of yhe characters I just personally don't. Especially asahi being Jesus because I feel like it's literally based solely on his appearance and maybe one image in the manga. I'm not saying this is never enjoyable just that it gets boring and honestly annoying.

Now I'm gonna take this one by one and kiyoko isn't really gonna be included because I just don't have much to say about her, except that I love her being protective of yachi, simply because I don't really know much about her character outside of canon. Like the point is kinda that she's there to give quiet support and kinda produce funny moments by rejecting or ignoring nishinoya or tanaka as well as set terushima up as a temporary antagonist for flirting with her but I don't really have much to say about her and, while I understand why people don't like terushima because he made her uncomfortable and kept pushing her, I don't really hate him to the same level other people seem to.

Anyway let's start with daichi. Honestly I feel like daichi, like canon daichi, is underrated and his character is underutilised in fics, especially his weird friendly rivalry with kuroo. First of all, yes he tells his teammates off sometimes, usually when they're arguing during a match or doing something disruptive during practice, unless it's helpful bur that's because he's the captain not because he's their dad. Also he buys them meat buns to praise them for a job well done. But don't forget he's also very competitive, this is especially seen in his interactions with kuroo, and yet I genuinely would say they're some type of friends, like yhey get along well and stuff. Also he's not afraid to lightly bully people, mainly asahi, but he's also really supportive and genuinely cares about his teammates. So many people gocys just on his moments where he tells them off and is their captain and yes this is a big part of his character but so is his more playful side and his caring side and his supportive side. Also if they were a family he'd clearly be the protective older brother, not the dad. Also deadchi jokes were fine at first but that point was crossed long ago. Also chaotic captain squad is always fun to read when it's done right with daichi reluctantly joining them only to actually have fun and end up joining the chaos as he should because he is a teenager and shouldn't have to be responsible for his same age friends who aren't on his team. Like he's not responsible for Suga or Asahi, why would he be the responsible one of the captains. Also I feel like he does have habits from looking after younger siblings but only in the treat them to things occasionally and is protective over them way.

Now suga. Idk if I've made it obvious but I love the pretty setter squad. I just do. The most obvious thing about Suga is how supportive he is, he helps hinata and kageyama as much as he can and is always there to lend advice and is basically the senpai both of them always needed but never truly had. Like for himata he helps teach him the basics and encourages him and believes in him. For kageyama he yachts him how to communicate with his team and is willing to teach him things where oikawa wasn't. Also he's chaotic but it's more subtle than nishinoya and tanaka. Like he'll tease people and lightly bully asahi but it's always lighthearted. Also idk why but I kinda love the idea of the setters just getting together to like care for their nails and hands and just chill together and gossip while occasionally lightly bullying each other. We love suga here

And finally asahi. Asahi is honestly basically anxiety personified and needs to be loved and protected at all times. I always love characters who look a certain way but then act the exact opposite. He's a huge softy and I feel like he'd give the best hugs. If you cried in front of him he'd panic and he gets sad when people get scared of him. Also him and nishinoya are adorable

[dontsh0vethesun]

doomsday

based on the song 'doomsday' by lizzy mcalpine

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - 'funny thing is i would've married you if you'd have stuck around; i feel more free than i have in years, six feet in the ground'

Warnings - angst; sad vibes, sad reader, death, sad nat but there is some fluff mixed in

Word Count - 1851

A/N - i honestly fkin upset myself with this so i hope at least one other person is also sad because of it - i'm trying to get better at angst but it hurts :D

You’d never known true freedom. Somebody was always in control of what you did, how you did it, where you went. It’s how it had always been; from being thrust into the life of darkness and killing to the life of an Avenger, you’d never truly known free will. Decisions were made for you - you were an assassin and now you’re one of earth’s ‘mightiest heroes’, you roll your eyes at the term.

How are you a hero? Someone with a kill count higher than you could imagine and a river of blood to show for it. Surely a true hero would choose their fate, decide to take up this life of heroics themselves, not be given the ultimatum you were. Use your skills for good or pay for your crimes.

And yet, you were never free to choose that either. Your skills were invaluable, prison was merely a threat for if you stepped out of line.

So you’d made a home over the last few years, something akin to a family. You’d found a love in Natasha you never thought possible, the only time you ever feel free is with her.

—

“Let me take you on a date.” She’d said, so matter of fact you couldn’t believe for one second that she was being serious.

“What?”

“A date. You.” She pointed. “And me.” 

You rolled your eyes at her teasing as she just smirked, looking at you expectantly. 

“Okay, sure.” You nodded. “When?”

“Now.” 

Of course she’d want to leave right now, her almost golden retriever-like energy she fell into around you was a shock but she felt comfortable to be silly with you, playful and cheery, not afraid to make a fool of herself. 

“Now?” You asked but couldn’t help breaking into a grin at her smile as she bounced on the balls of her feet slightly in anticipation and the grin never faltered at the way she happily grabbed onto your arm to lead you out when you said yes.

She had spotted a poster for a carnival earlier in the day; you spent the evening under dizzying lights, filling up on candy floss, making yourselves feel sick on the rides. 

She kissed you outside of your bedroom door with her lips tasting like lemonade and popcorn, the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

—

Natasha always reassured you that your past is exactly that - your past. It wasn’t you anymore, it wasn’t truly you then; you, like her, were a trained killer. You were forced into the life you lead, knowing weapons like the back of your hand when you should’ve been fingerpainting.

She was coming to terms with the red in her ledger, beginning to realise with your help that it shouldn’t drown her the way it used to - she just wished you’d do the same. 

Sometimes you let your mind race, poking around at the insecurities you try to bury. The way you still don’t feel like you deserve a home here, with this makeshift family joking around whilst a movie plays on the TV. The way you still feel trapped by the rules set out by those above you; you can’t make your own choices as an Avenger, you’re told which missions to go on and how to do them. 

Natasha helped, she really did, but it didn’t make things perfect. The only perfect thing you know is her and the way she makes you feel but sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’ll be enough.

—

“Babe, wake up.” She rasped, soft lips grazing over the skin of your shoulder from where she held you from behind. 

“Nat, it’s early. Let me sleep.” You pleaded which of course she ignored, you expected nothing less.

“It’s the first morning in your new home, how’d you feel?”

“My old room is quite literally next door, darling.” You smiled, rolling over to face her. You stroked some of her stray hairs behind her ear with a quick peck to her lips.

“I know, just go along with it.” She pouted, leaning into your touch as your thumb stroked over her cheek.

“I feel perfect. Waking up next to you is perfect and it’s even more perfect that I don’t have to go back to my room. It’s perfect that I can see our clothes all mixed together from here and our shoes side by side over there - it’s so domestic looking. And it’s perfect tha-”

“God, I wish I never asked.” She groaned with a smile. “It really is perfect, huh?”

“It is. But do you know what’s not? That horrible photo of me that you have taped above your mirror.”

“I love that photo.” She argued.

“It’s me or the photo, baby.” You spoke, squealing with a laugh when she tackled you back onto the bed as you moved to get up to take it down. 

“I’m keeping both.” She laughed, tickling your sides mercilessly until you called a truce. “I knew I’d win.” She bragged with a lingering kiss to your lips. “Come shower with me.” She added with a wink and who are you to say no to such an offer?

—

You wiped your forehead where a mixture of sweat, grime and blood had gathered before taking another agent down. He was the last one you could see so you holstered your gun with a breathless sigh before heading towards the quinjet with aching limbs and a bruised cheek.

“Y/N, you on your way back?” Steve’s crackled voice came through the comms.

“Yeah, be there in a sec.” 

You were the last to arrive, resting your chin on Natasha’s shoulder tiredly as she kissed your head. There seemed to be some kind of complication, hushed words between Tony and Steve whilst everyone just waited around for them to be done.

“What the hell is the problem?” Wanda asked them, arms crossed over her chest. “I want to go home.”

“Uh, there seems to be a slight…hiccup.” Tony answered.

“What kind of ‘hiccup’?”

“What he means is that because of the security of the building, the detonation has to be done internally.” Steve returned with a sigh.

“So what does that mean?” Sam asked this time but it was clear by the look on everyone’s faces that it wasn’t going to be good.

“The only way we can ensure that this building ceases operation is if one of us goes in to enter the code but-”

“But if someone goes in they won’t make it out.” Natasha finished solemnly.

—

The night was quiet but your sleep was broken. Natasha slept peacefully beside you with her hair splayed out on her pillow, a sliver of moonlight shone through the parted curtains and landed on her face in the most perfect way.

The dream you’d had was keeping you awake, memories of your old life playing in your unconscious mind, so now you lay here with only the sound of Natasha’s even breaths and the whirring of your mind to keep you company. 

She was woken not too long later from a sniffle you failed to keep in, frantically wiping at the tears on your face when you felt her stirring. 

“Detka, hey, what’s wrong?” She asked, voice so soft and warm with sleep.

“Nothing, it’s okay Nat, go back to sleep.”

“It’s not nothing, tell me what’s wrong.” 

She sat up next to you, immediately wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you close.

“I just feel like a monster, Nat. Like, all I did - it haunts me - there’s no escape from what I became.”

“None of that’s your fault. You are such an amazing person, you’ve helped so many people since you’ve been here.”

“It doesn’t feel like enough. It could never be enough.”

“You had no choice, you-”

“I know. That’s the problem - I never have. I never chose to be a killer. I never chose to be an Avenger. I never chose to be a ‘hero’. I was forced into all of these worlds, Nat. I have never had a say in my own life, everything has always been decided for me and it’s tiring. I just want to be free, you know?” You spoke through tears, burying your head in the crook of her neck as she hugged you even tighter. “I just want something to be mine - my choice. No one else’s.”

—

It had been at least 20 minutes of back and forth arguing of who’ll be the one to go and time was running out. Natasha’s hold on your hand had been almost painfully strong the entire time but you’d been zoning out of their arguing whilst you thought about everything. About what you have to do, not only for them but for the world. You were going to choose to be a hero, maybe now you’d start believing the word.

“I’ll go.” You spoke, stunning the jet into silence at your sudden voice. 

“We can’t ask you to do that.” Steve answered, being the old supersoldier he is, he was going to be the one to go, he’d planned on it.

“You’re not. I’m offerin-”

“Y/N/N, you can’t go. No, you’re not going, I won’t let you.” Natasha rushed out, holding onto your arm as you stood.

“Nat, I have to. I’m sorry, I am, I love you so much but you know that I have to.” You choked out and fuck it hurt your heart to see the tears roll down her cheeks, you couldn’t bare to look at the tears starting to form in everyone else’s eyes.

“No. You don’t have to do this, anything but this. Tony there has to be another way - find another way.”

“This is the only way and even if it wasn’t we’re running out of time. Whoever’s going to go has to go now or we’ll all end up dead.”

“It’s okay, Nat. I want to do this-”

“No.” She sobbed out, tears salty on your lips when you kissed her. 

“Let me choose, for once - let me be free - let me know what it’s like.” You uttered. “I love you - so much. I’ll never stop.”

“I love you too.” She croaked out through her tears, heart breaking at the soft smile you mustered just for her. You wanted the last time she saw your face to be a happy memory, when the pain is easy enough to bear you want her to look back at this moment and see the way you love her - to see you as a hero.

You made your way back to the building as just a small figure to the rest of the team watching from the jet in the air. Natasha’s sobs filled the space and Wanda’s arms caught her at the sight of the building being engulfed in golden flames, thick black smoke filling the air.

She was broken, the space in her heart you had once filled was empty once again. And maybe one day it’d hurt a little less but for now the ring she’d bought only months ago will sit in her drawer untouched, feeling heavier than it should.

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Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

  You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

  “Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes. 

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road. 

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief. 

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

  Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat. 

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick. 

  Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

  And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

  You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on. 

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead. 

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young. 

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive. 

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him. 

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

  The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face. 

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick. 

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder. 

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’ 

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps. 

  And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

  Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were. 

  And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

  Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine. 

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken. 

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

  Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

  The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together. 

  The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house. 

  Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

  You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know. 

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids. 

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home.  Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit. 

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion. 

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

  God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

  You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind. 

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended. 

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time. 

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed. 

  He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world. 

  I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one