#please give this ship a can(n)on i can't take it anymore

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

due to recent seasonal events we're here (again)

please fam

she's experiencing physical pain

you dense mf

Eclaire @ Carvallain, at any given time In headcanon-verse she's been watching this soap opera for like... a decade. please just kiss and let her continous headache end.

[ztarvokwrites]

How the Monster Trio propose to you

a/n: HI SURPRISE I'M TURNING THESE HEADCANONS INTO A SERIES :3 literally loved writing the last batch of headcanons bc they were so cute so i decided to turn it into a little headcanon series <3 you're welcome! ALSO I LEARNT HOW TO DO GRADIENT TEXT HEHEHE

read part 1 here >> How the Cross Guild propose to you (+ Galdino)

not nsfw! only pure fluff and silliness up ahead!

enjoy and don't forget to reblog if you like it!

Monkey D. Luffy

If you think Luffy is capable of proposing in a nice, romantic way — then you're wrong.

He has no clue what he's doing but he's just gonna roll with it.

Begs Asks Nami to find a ring in one of her treasure boxes, to which she reluctantly agrees upon hearing his reasoning.

Literally proposes to you the same day, in the middle of a fight with some rookie pirates.

Just straight up grabs you and pulls you to him, protecting you as he asks the question and shoves the ring in your hand.

"Hey, wanna get married?"

You're stunned for a moment at his sheer audacity to propose like that during a battle, but the seriousness on his face gave you the impression that he wasn't kidding.

With a simple nod, you put the ring on your finger and continued fighting beside him.

The rest of the crew looked on, dumbfounded at the scene in front of them as Luffy sent the last pirate flying before turning to you and giving you the biggest, sloppiest kiss ever — dipping you in his arms for extra effect.

Brook was the only one to clap enthusiastically, followed by a very hesitant Jinbei.

Party celebration? Yep.

Roronoa Zoro

Again, if you think he's going to propose in a romantic way, you're wrong.

Laziest mf when it comes to proposing.

Gets lost when looking for a ring for you on the island you're currently docked at, returns with said ring like five hours later.

Pops the question in the middle of dinner, making Sanji choke on his food.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

Just so bluntly asks it that you have to do a double-take as Sanji regains himself and yells at him.

"WHAT THE HELL, MOSSHEAD! YOU CAN'T JUST ASK THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF DINNER-"

"I'd love to, Zo." You put the ring on after Zoro slides it across the table.

Sanji is gobsmacked before letting out a shrill, "WHAT THE FUC-"

Zoro lets you watch him work out and also lets you bathe with him as a treat :)

Definitely litters your skin in love-bites though so be careful of what you wear because I feel like Nami and Robin will tease the shit out of you lmao.

Vinsmoke Sanji

By far the most romantic on the ship, right next to Robin and Jinbei.

After the crew has dinner, he takes you out to the lawn on the ship and makes you your favourite dessert, having Jinbei make sure that Luffy doesn't try stealing any of it.

Sets down a blanket and everything and just watches you with adoration in his eyes as you eat and talk your heart out.

He's quick to conversate, nodding along with what you're saying and chiming in from time to time.

As you two are cuddling together on the blanket, he suddenly gets on one knee in front of you and presents the ring with a soft smile on his face.

"We've been together for a while now and every day with you feels like a dream. I could go on and on with how much I love you, but we'd be here for years if I did," Sanji chuckles, making you giggle in return as tears prick your eyes, making him freeze up in concern. "O-Oh no, are you okay? I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Please don't cry-"

You shut him up by kissing him square on the lips, knocking him over onto is back.

He looked at you with hearts in his eyes as you pulled away, taking the ring with a flustered smile and slipping it onto your finger.

Que him fawning over you for a month straight, kissing you any chance he can get and annoying most of your crewmates.

Luffy and Brook find it hilarious while Robin finds it sweet, though.

starnote: my cough is getting better! i'm not hacking up a storm at night anymore, now i'm only coughing a teeny tiny bit :P

creds to @/saradika for the star divider!

[izzabela]

Hi! could you please write bi-han headcanons w fem reader that is a lot shorter than him? Thank you for noticing ❤️

Short Glass of Water - Bi Han x short!fem!reader (headcanons)

in which your height gets you into certain scenarios

a/n: i'm 5'3 and my bf is 6', so i will be basing these things from reality too

ship[s]: bi han x short!fem!reader

warning(s): MDNI LATER ON (you'll see the tag)

- short!fem!reader is but 5' tall. Bi Han is imagine is roughly 6'. if not, 6'1

- short!fem!reader often gets lost in crowds of people. i mean it. you'll separate from Bi Han for a second to look at something pretty, next thing you know he's hollering your name while Lin Kuei warriors are hopping roofs for you

- short!fem!reader is not allowed to leave his side anymore after that

- short!fem!reader likes to call Bi Han to get things for her when it's too high. Bi Han pretends to be annoyed over it, but he actually loves it

- short!fem!reader hates when Bi Han holds objects over her head, or use his full wingspan to keep objects away from her

- Bi Han likes your height because he loves your eyes. big, round, doll-like eyes that look up at him with so much love and adoration

- short!fem!reader likes the date nights out because she feels the bodyguard privileges. she loves the security of how big Bi Han is (also plays into her fantasies)

- short!fem!reader gets the softest headpats from Bi Han. especially when they cuddle. he strokes your hair softly, kind of like someone does to a newborn kitty

- short!fem!reader can reach places Bi Han can't, especially when you guys are being playful. you almost gave him a heart attack once when you hid at the top of the family tree in the garden

- short!fem!reader cannot hug Bi Han around the neck. To compensate, Bi Han carries her up so her legs wrap around his waist and she can wrap her arms around his neck. She especially loves to nuzzle into the warmth his thick neck provides

-MDNI FROM HERE ON OUT-

- short!fem!reader loves it when Bi Han mentions their obvious size difference, thats how you get the kink in the first place. things like "you enjoy feeling every part of me in your little body, huh doll?" or "do you feel that? how big i get just for you, doll?"

- his muscles. short!fem!reader loves his muscles to the point where hickiss are littered all over his arms and back. huge back muscles and biceps specked with deep red hickies

- short!fem!reader absolutely adores the way Bi Han manhandles her. the tight grip he has on her waist, the way he just throws her leg over his shoulder, or tosses her onto the bed before the love-making begins

- short!fem!reader also enjoys the spanking. she loves the roughness that Bi Han gives her in bed because he's so gentle with her in the day. she likes the bruises, the semi-temporary reminders of their nightly activities

- short!fem!reader goes gaga over kneeling in front of Bi Han. it kind of plays into the size kink she has, but can you blame her? there's power in Bi Hans eyes as she takes his entire girth, eyes locked on his as she skillfully bobs, licks, and sucks her personal "popsicle" up (and Bi Han loves it just as much)

- short!fem!reader also goes nuts over the dirty talk, by the way. During doggy, as Bi Han practically drills into your wet cunt as he looms over you, nipping your ear as he whispers the dirtiest of things. things like "you're taking me so well, doll" or "do you like how i reach around you perfectly, gripping your throat as you beg for more?"

- short!fem!reader loves how Bi Han can use only one arm when lifting you up. when you two stand during sex, he grips your thigh with one hand while the other is tweaking your nip as you feel the head of his cock abuse the beginning of your cervix

- and oh, short!fem!reader can't get enough of Bi Han pressing his hand on her belly, the pressure of it as his cock hits the perfect spot makes her speechless. she loses all thought as the feeling of Bi Han's length fills her

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something something Bi Han and his size kink

short and sweet, thanks for the req! im writing another one about kung lao and i think you guys will like it

see yall in the next fic!

[marymary-diva17]

A marriage for peace and political

zuko x water tibe reader x male mai

This is story had been published on my wattpad, and I decide to bring it over here.

The war of the nations had been going on for 100 years and the fire nation kept on gaining ground and power, all over all the other nations. There had been a time of peace that came in the war and that peace was made through a political marriage or arrange marriage. That marriage was your marriage the second daughter of Hakoda of the southern watertribe you had been given away in marriage. As you were not just marrying the fire lord son, but also another Nobel man that is an ambassador. All the other nations and everyone thought this will be for the best as no wanted anymore war to happen. 

Y/n " dad" 

Hakoda " listen I know you must hate this idea but it need to be done" 

Y/n "......" 

Hakoda " I can't send your brother or sister they are to much of value and importance to all of us ... they are part of avater team we can't lose them" 

Y/n " i know that dad but have you heard about the stories of the fire lord he cruel and scary man ..." 

Hakoda " yes I have heard them y/n but sacrifices have to be made and this is one of them you are one of them" 

Y/n " please father o will do anything for my people but I'm scared" 

Hakoda " think about your people think about all the all other nations and all innocent lives that will be lost of you don't do this .... You can't be selfish" 

Y/n "  father ..." 

Hakoda " leave now I need to speak with my council and elders Wes most think for battle with three other nations, a war will come and war " you wish to say something else but your father had you escorted away from his office once words got to your siblings and their friends it didn't get better. 

Katara " please y/n we need this war to end we can't have aang go he not ready he hasn't master fire yet" 

Y/n " I'm just overwhelmed and scared that all this major decisions" 

Sokka " don't you think we all feel that you haven't been doing anything but stay here and healing, while the rest of us have been risking it all" 

Toph " I can sense many emotions right now" 

Sokka " if we don't have an answer by the end of week the war the fire lord wish for answers" 

Y/n " I ...." 

Aang " y/n I make a promises as an avatar and air bender if anything happen I will come help you, as you have my oath as avatar and all those that came before me" 

Y/n " I just need some time alone" 

Katara " fine go while we stay here and think about a back up plan" you could feel you were not welcome so you had soon taken your leave right away. As you were walking you had been getting cold shoulder from many people as they were all in fear. 

Gran gran " my dear" 

Y/n " hey gran gran" 

Gran " I came to see you I have heard the news" 

Y/n " I want to say yes for my people and everyone else but I'm scared" 

gran gran " it okay to be scared my dear whatever decision you make it will always love you and be with you in personal and spirt" you had hugged your grandmother as your cried, you had made your decision that night. 

Y/n " father I have made my decision" 

Hakoda " what have you decided my father" 

Y/n " I will take the marriage for safety for my family and everyone" everyone was happy about the news a hawk had been sent, and I'm days a fire nation ship had come with your future husbands. 

Iroh " lady y/n I will love to present my nephew prince Zuko and mister mao" 

Y/n " hello it good to meet you both and I hope our lives together will be good" 

Mao " hello it good to meet you"

Zuko " yes what you have done is honor and we hope to show you were are not that bad" this marriage will not be bad after all as you had thought, as the others around were either good and bad. Maybe you should give your future husband a chance and see their true selves. Celebrations had been held in your tribe you had tried to speak with your sibling and friends but they were with everyone else. You had been given the opportunity to get to know some of future family better. That next day you had left your home. 

Y/n " take care everyone I hope to see you soon" 

Katara " we will meet again" 

Y/n " yes and now we have peace life will need to be rebuild" 

Fire nation solider " lady y/n we are rests to leave" 

Y/n " coming goodbye everyone and please take care all of you" you soon got onto the fire nation ship, looking down to everyone and waving goodbye. You soon saw your home getting smaller and smaller as you head toward your new home. 

Iroh " I know you have heard bad stories about the fire nation and my family, and I don't blame you for being scared but we are all not that bad ... my nephew and mao might seem a bit scary but he a good young men and I have raised taught and many other well to be good and not to, follow their parents path"'

Y/n " thank you iroh I'm happy to know I will have friends there for me I, hope I can be a good addition to the royal household and ambassador household as well" 

Iroh " you will be amazing"

Zuko " uncle may I and Mao have some words with our wife" 

Iroh " yes" Iroh soon left the young couple to talk together, knowing it was going to be a long trip home.

Mao " we know you fear what life will be like in the fire nation but we will not be living there"

Y/n " huh why you are royalty and noble born"

Zuko " yes but I made a deal with my dad will be living on ember land it will be good for us all, and we get to know each other and live the lives we want if that fine with you"

Y/n " I'm fine with that if can keep bending and healing, and keep some cultures I have"

Mao " yes it will be good as we all should keep what we love most close to our hearts" this marriage was not going to be bad after all, you had been able to get to know your husbands better and their created famiky good as well. Life is going to be hard away from the water tribe but you know you will adapt to your new life and home.

[multi-fandoms-posts]

The Dark Side: Forever Together Last Part

Qimir x reader

Part 1

Part 2

weeks later

It's been weeks since everything happened, and Qimir still hasn't told me anything. I don't know why he's not telling me, but I can't think straight anymore. My thoughts keep circling around it. I look at his sleeping figure and sigh. The only person who can tell me what happened is Vernestra. It's probably incredibly stupid to travel to Coruscant. But I finally want to know what's going on here.

I quickly pack a few things, write a note saying I'm going to run a few errands and will be back soon, and walk over to Qimir and kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry, but I want to know the truth," I whisper and set off for Coruscant.

Qimir’s view:

I wake up and want to pull Y/N towards me, but I don't feel her and I immediately jump up. I see a note that she has put on the pillow and read it. We still have everything here. "Please don't get yourself into trouble," I say worriedly. I have no clues as to where she might be, so I can only wait.

Meanwhile

Well, what can I say? It was a stupid idea. They captured me and now I'm sitting here tied up without my lightsaber.

The door opens and Vernestra enters the room. "You?" she says, surprised. I grin. "What do you want?" she asks suspiciously. "Tell me what happened when you were on the mission with Padawan Qimir," I say. She looks at me in surprise. "Why do you want to know?" she asks skeptically. I just realized that I haven't really thought this through.

They are using the Force to get into my mind. "Get out of my mind!" I growl. "He's alive," she says, shocked. I suddenly see all the memories, including how I saved him back then. "Do you have any idea what you did?" she asks. I look at her, confused. "He'll kill us all, including you," she says. "No, never, he's not like that," I growl. "Oh really?" she says. Suddenly I see the two of them on the mission. "He killed brutally, even the children," she says. I see images of him killing them all. Tears well up in my eyes. "No, that's a lie," I say. Qimir can be brutal in battle, but not like that, never. I stand up and try to uncuff my handcuffs.

"He must be stopped," she says, continuing to invade my mind. "Stop him," she says. I fall to my knees. Everything suddenly feels so different. My mind has been broken. I look up at her. "Will you stop him?" she asks. I nod. "Yes, Master," I say, standing up.

She loosens my bonds and gives me back my lightsaber.

We walk to the ship together. "Master Vernestra, where are you taking the prisoner?" asks a Jedi. We stop. "That doesn't have to concern you," she simply says. "But the Council..."

“The council doesn’t need to know anything about this,” she says. We continue walking towards the ship.

Later

I walk down the ramp and see Qimir coming towards me. His expression darkens and he immediately takes out his lightsaber. "What happened to you?" he asks, shocked. I take out my lightsaber and attack him. He dodges. "It's not you," he says and I attack him again. Our lightsabers collide. He pushes me back and pulls my legs out from under me, causing me to land on the ground. Qimir is standing over me. "Your mind has been manipulated, but by who?" he asks. The next moment, his eyes widen in shock and he looks at the ship as Vernestra comes out. "What did you do to her?" he asks angrily. I take the opportunity and pull him to the ground.

I hold my lightsaber in front of his face and am about to swing it. "I love you," he says, and I immediately stop.

He takes the opportunity to tackle me to the ground. I lose my lightsaber and he uses the Force to hold me down.

He looks at Vernestra as she approaches him and draws her lightsaber. Qimir suddenly tenses as memories from that time come flooding back. "I thought I killed you," she says.

Qimir looks at her darkly. "What did you do to her?" he asks angrily. "Let's just say I twisted the truth a little," she says simply.

Qimir looks at me briefly before letting go of me and attacking Vernestra.

"Y/N had nothing to do with it," he growls. "She had a lot to do with it, she should have let you die," Vernestra says, swinging her lightsaber. Qimir parries the attack and immediately attacks again.

I stand up and want to grab my lightsaber, but Qimir uses the Force and takes the lightsaber.

I freeze. What have I done? Did Vernestra manipulate me or not? Is Qimir really that brutal? I didn't realize that Qimir had incapacitated her. "Y/N, listen to me," Qimir says and I glare at him. Before I can react, however, he puts his hands on my face and I close my eyes.

"Y/N," I hear Qimir say and I open my eyes. "Let me," I say and slap his hands away from me and move away. "Y/N, please listen to me," Qimir says, coming closer to me. "Stay away from me. She showed me everything you did. I don't trust you anymore," I say. "What did she show you?" he asks. "You killed children without even hesitating," I say and he looks at me in shock. "No, never. I would never kill children. Y/N, you know me. Let me show you the truth, please," he says and falls to his knees. "I promise you, I will show you the truth," he pleads and for the first time I see Qimir desperate.

"You have to trust me," he pleads. "Qimir," I whimpered. "Please help me," I said desperately. Qimir immediately stood up and placed his hands on my face again. "I'll help you, sweetheart," he said, entering my mind again.

Narrator's perspective:

Memory:

Qimir and Y/N stand next to each other and watch the events of so many years ago.

"We should talk, Padawan," Vernestra says and Qimir looks at her confused. "About what?" he asks. "What is this between you and Padawan Y/N?" she asks. "I don't know what you mean, Master," Qimir says. "I've been watching you both," she says and Qimir tries to keep his composure. "You broke the rules. I'll make sure you never see each other again. It will look like an accident," she says and Qimir's expression darkens. "You will not touch her," he says angrily, attacking her.

Y/N opens her eyes and tears run down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she says, clinging to him. "Please forgive me," Y/N says. Qimir puts his arms tightly around her. "It's not your fault," he says, stroking her back soothingly.

Qimir holds Y/N close to him and feels relieved that everything is finally out.

Y/N raises her head and looks to the side. Qimir moves away from Y/N a little and turns around. He sees Vernestra standing up. Qimir immediately pulls Y/N behind him and takes out his lightsaber. "Stay behind me," he says to Y/N and wants to attack Vernestra.

Y/N grabs her lightsaber, which Qimir dropped when he came to her, and wants to attack her as well.

Vernestra uses the Force and both Qimir and Y/N are thrown back, landing on the ground with a hard thud.

Your view:

"Y/N," I hear Qimir say and open my eyes. "Shit, what happened?" I ask and sit up. I see a ship flying away and jump up. "Too fast," I say and fall over, just before I hit the ground Qimir grabs me and pulls me towards him.

Qimir turns me to face him. "Hey, handsome," I smile. "Hey, beautiful woman," he smiles. "How are you feeling?" he asks. "Exhausted, but also good, and you?" I ask. "Better now that my wife is back with me," he smiles. "I'm sorry, Qimir, it was really stupid of me to fly to Coruscant, and even more stupid to ask Vernestra," I say, looking down at the ground. Qimir gently grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Yes, it was stupid, but I should have told you the truth too. I just wanted to protect you," he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, Qimir," I smile. "I love you too, Y/N," he smiles and pulls me into a sweet kiss.

"I would never believe that you would kill children," I say. "She manipulated you," Qimir says. "But..."

"No buts, I know that you trust me, I trust you with my life, Y/N," says Qimir, smiling. "Shouldn't we stop Vernestra?" I ask. "No, but we should get off this planet. She knows where we are now," Qimir says, taking my hand as we walk back.

later

We packed up everything we needed and headed to our second ship.

As we enter the ship, Qimir opens a map. "Where are we going?" I ask, and he scans the map. "Here," he says, pointing to a planet called Tatooine. "Wait, isn't it awfully hot there?" I ask. "We'll get used to it," he says. "Hey, you just want to see me in short clothes," I grin, and he shrugs, grinning, before entering the coordinates and starting the ship.

Bonus:

2 years later

"She looks beautiful, just as beautiful as her mother," Qimir smiles, looking down at his daughter. "I don't look beautiful at all right now," I say. Qimir looks at me "Believe me, you look stunning. You gave birth to our daughter. You couldn't be more beautiful right now," Qimir smiles, and tears well up in my eyes. "Qimir," I breathe, and he leans down to kiss me. He pulls away from the kiss and bends down to give our daughter a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"I love you both," he smiles. "We love you too," I smile wearily. "Rest," Qimir smiles.

After a few moments I fell asleep. "I will always protect you two and if necessary I will burn down planets to keep you safe," whispers Qimir.

He watches his wife and daughter and smiles. He still can't believe how lucky he is.

[avocadorablepirate]

What Do We Call This? - 13

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: On a quest to find what you've been looking for, you acquire the help of the Straw Hat pirates, who've agreed to let you temporarily join them. There are however many challenges that come along with your temporary recruitment - an alliance with a certain Trafalgar Law being one of them.

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn, the occasional OP spoiler.

A/N: y’all this one kinda sucks. I know it’s kinda weird that it ends here, but I just thought it would be the best place to end the series. But I will have an epilogue out soon.

Also, I suck at writing intimate scenes :p. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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In the weeks following what Law had heard the crew call 'the incident', the silence between you and him was thick with unresolved tension. While you had practically made yourself one with the crew, you still refused to acknowledge Law as your captain - or acknowledge him at all, for that matter.

It was all too similar to the very first time you had boarded his ship and got into a heated argument. You could be helping with repairs, but would walk out the minute Law entered the room. If you were explaining something to someone and he approached, you would abruptly end the conversation and walk away. Just as before, you had been resolute in your stance: you wanted nothing to do with him.

It was only after a whole month of strained silence and watching you converse with everyone but him, that Law's patience snapped. He had hoped time would heal the rift, but he couldn't take it anymore.

As you walked past him in the corridor towards the console room, avoiding his gaze as usual, he decided he had enough. With determination in his eyes, he cornered you, and without warning, gently but firmly grabbed your arm and teleported the two of you to his quarters, not giving you a chance to protest.

"What the hell Law!?" you yelled, the sharp words echoing off the walls of Law's cabin. Leaning against his table, you gripped its edge tightly to steady yourself.

"I can't stand this anymore," he snapped, irritation edging his voice. His usually calm demeanour was fraying at the edges, and you could see the tension in his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. "Ignoring me won't solve anything."

Glaring at him, your frustration surged, manifesting in the way your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides. "What do you want me to say? That I'm okay with what you did? Because I'm not." Your voice trembled slightly, betraying the depth of your emotions.

"(Y/N)-ya you're stuck with us whether you like it or not. So, please can you just stop this?" he pleaded, his tone softening slightly as he removed his hat and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. There was a note of desperation in his voice, a plea for understanding and acceptance.

"I know I'm stuck here with your crew and I don't have a problem with that,” you shot back, your voice rising with frustration. “It's you I have a problem with. You brought me here and that wasn't for you to decide!" Your grip on the table tightened, knuckles turning white with the force of your emotions. "You’re driving me insane!"

"So, what? You would have preferred joining the Straw Hats?" he retorted, his tone sharp, yet his eyes betrayed a hint of worry and hurt.

"That's not what I meant," you responded, lowering your voice so that the rest of his crew couldn't overhear. You crossed your arms defensively, heaving a sigh, "Why can't you just let me make my own decisions?" you demanded, exasperated by his stubbornness.

"Because," Law replied simply, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "I can't risk anything happening to you." His voice held a firmness that belied the underlying softness and the hint of fear he couldn't hide.

"We've been through this. You don't have to protect me because of Cora-san," you argued, your tone softer now but still tinged with lingering annoyance.

"That's not it."

As he approached you, a subtle tension hung between you, unspoken words swirling in the air like a silent tempest. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the heat of the moment intensified. Then, in a moment of helplessness, Law's gaze softened, his lips parting as if on the brink of a confession.

"(Y/N)-ya, I-I care about you," he managed to say, but from the look in your eyes, he could tell it wasn't enough. "I want to be there for you when you need someone, and I want you to be there for me as well." His words hung heavily in the air as he hesitantly reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a flicker of warmth amid the tension.

“I..." his voice caught in his throat, a fleeting hesitation flickering across his face before his hand moved, trembling slightly, to caress your cheek. "I need you," he finally whispered, his voice a breathy murmur meant only for your ears.

Caught off guard by the sudden admission, you met Law’s gaze, discovering a vulnerability in them that softened the burden you had been carrying. His eyes, usually so guarded, were now an open book, revealing a storm of emotions. For an instant, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet sanctuary of his room.

Without another word, Law's other hand reached for your waist, drawing you closer to him, his touch gentle yet reassuring. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, still parted in shock, and his thumb delicately traced their outline. Meeting your gaze again in a silent plea for permission, he leaned in. Then in a moment of overwhelming emotion, an inexplicable urge washed over you, compelling you to lean forward. Your nose gently brushed against his, and in response, he closed the distance between you in a tender kiss.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as your lips met his, the warmth of his touch searing through you. The kiss began gently, tentative as if both of you feared disrupting the fragile connection. But Law quickly withdrew, searching your eyes for any hint of regret. Finding none, he returned with a deeper passion, pulling you closer with one hand around your waist and the other cradling your neck.

The intensity of the kiss deepened, a shared need for closeness driving you both. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching to the fabric of his coat. Each touch, each brush of his lips against yours, sent shivers down your spine, erasing any lingering feelings of anger.

When the two of you broke apart, you were both breathless, foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady your racing hearts. Law buried his head in the curve of your neck, a sudden shyness overtaking him. Yet, he continued to cling to you tightly, afraid you would leave if he let go. "Please stay with me," he murmured into your neck, his voice so fragile, laced with a raw vulnerability that made you think he might break.

Your arms wrapped around him, fingers gently running through his hair as you held him close. "I'll stay," you whispered back, the sincerity in your voice soothing his fears. Law lifted his head slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. Seeing none, he let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

With one hand still tangled in his hair, you used the other to cup his face, guiding him to look at you. “But Law,” you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t want you to think that just because I’m here now, everything’s resolved. We have a lot to work through.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know. But I also know that I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

You leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of his presence as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Your lips lingered there briefly, a silent promise of solidarity and comfort. “We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time. But you have to let me in, let me make my own choices.”

His arms enveloped you tightly, pulling you closer to him as if he could shield you from the uncertainties ahead. His grip was firm yet gentle, a silent acknowledgment of your plea. “I will."

As you held each other, the world outside Law's quarters felt distant and insignificant. For the first time since ‘the incident’, a fragile yet genuine connection began to form between you, built on honesty and a mutual need for understanding.

Law pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a newfound determination. “I promise I’ll do better,” he said, his voice steady. “For both of us.”

You felt a surge of warmth at his words, a small yet genuine smile tugging at your lips. "And I'll do my part too," you replied softly, your voice filled with reassurance.

The look in Law’s eyes began to shift, from vulnerability and relief to a deeper, more profound emotion - A need that had been restrained for too long. The air between you seemed charged with an unspoken understanding that had been building for a long time. His gaze turned intense, a mixture of longing and affection, and he leaned in again, his breath brushing gently against your ear. "I need you," he confessed, his voice a low murmur that had your insides melting.

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your fingers gently trailing down his cheek. "You already said that," you teased with a chuckle, "If that's your only way of making me stay, I might have to reconsider," you added, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He responded with a smirk of his own and once again leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, "I have other ways."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" you challenged, not anticipating his next move at all. His hands moved slowly, tracing the curves of your body with a tenderness that made your heart race. He squeezed at your sides, eliciting a gasp from you before lifting you onto his table. "Law-," you began, but he captured your lips again, this time with a fierce urgency, as if trying to convey everything he felt through that kiss. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer, the heat between you intensifying. Once you had snapped out of the initial shock you responded with equal fervour, your fingers tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the moment.

Law's lips trailed down your jawline to your neck, planting soft, lingering kisses while also nipping at your skin. You gasped softly, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support, and all that seemed to matter at that moment was the way you felt in each other's arms.

Just as his lips found their way back to yours, the door to the room burst open, and Bepo's familiar voice rang out. "Captain, we—oh!"

The spell of the moment shattered abruptly as both of you froze in place, the gentle intimacy between you abruptly disrupted by the unexpected sight of the bear standing in the doorway. His doe-like eyes widened with a mix of surprise and embarrassment as they locked onto the scene before him. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you instinctively sought refuge by burying yourself deeper in Law's coat, the fabric providing a thin veil of privacy.

"I—I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt," Bepo stammered, his furry face turning a noticeable shade of pink, as he bowed his head.

Law sighed audibly, a mix of exasperation and hidden amusement flickering in his steely eyes. "What is it, Bepo?" he asked calmly, a stark contrast to the last time the Minks had unexpectedly caught the two of you in such a compromising position.

"It's—uh, we need you on the deck," Bepo explained, still avoiding eye contact, clearly flustered by the awkwardness of the situation he had inadvertently stumbled upon.

Law nodded, his hand giving your waist a gentle squeeze before he stepped back. "We'll be right there," he said, his eyes meeting yours as Bepo disappeared.

You shared a brief smile with him, understanding that the moment had passed, yet he lingered, rooted in front of you. Instead of leaving, he took your hand in his, his demeanour turning serious, but his eyes sincere as he pressed light kisses on your knuckles, "I promise I’ll do a better job than the Straw Hats at helping you find the island you're looking for."

You let out a soft chuckle at the unexpected statement, trying to hide the way his words made your heart flutter just the slightest bit, and you squeezed his hand in return, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "I still want to find it, but we can take our time," you replied softly, eyes locking with his. "I think I've found another purpose."

A spark lit up in Law's eyes, a smile tugging at his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, sending a wave of emotions through you. "You mean more to me than I can put into words," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, they do say actions speak louder than words," you said with a grin. Your hands moved to cup his face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly, savoring the moment.

"Sometimes words are necessary," he murmured, opening his eyes to meet yours again. "I should have spoken up sooner. I should have told you how much you mean to me, instead of letting my fear dictate my actions."

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "I was scared too, Law. Scared that you saw me as just another responsibility, someone you had to protect because of Cora-san."

Law's expression softened, his gaze tender as he cupped your face in his hands. "You are more than a responsibility. I admit I initially only wanted to protect you because of Cora-san. But now you’re someone I care about deeply, someone I can't lose."

Tears welled in your eyes unnoticed. Until one trickled down your cheek, and he brushed it away with his thumb. "Thank you for telling me," you whispered, leaning into his touch. "I care about you too, more than I realised."

The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension melting into mutual understanding and affection. The walls seemed to expand, creating space for emotions to flow freely between you.

Reluctantly, Law pulled away, a frown now creasing his brow. "We should head to the deck."

“Right,” you agreed, feeling a mix of reluctance and determination as you readied yourself to face the world outside.

Law helped you off the table, his hand lingering in yours for a moment longer. "We'll continue this later," he promised, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that reassured you. You nodded in response, excitement and contentment swirling within you despite the uncertainties that lay ahead. With a deep breath, you followed him out of the room, steeling yourself for whatever awaited on deck - most likely the crew's uproar after Bepo had shared his discoveries with them.

Although your conversation with Law had begun as an argument, it had blossomed into something special and meaningful - a bond that would carry you through any challenges ahead. The occasional disputes would likely persist, and his protective nature might never fade entirely. Yet, with Law beside you, you found solace in knowing that the void that was first felt on the night the two of you lost Corazon, was gradually being filled by your endearing love for each other.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s made it up to this part! I don’t know how y’all did it, but thank you! I apologise for the ending being so terrible, it’s all I could come up with :’).

Anyway, I’m thinking of writing a couple of drabbles for this series. If you have anything specific you’d like me to write, do let me know! And once more thank you for reading!

taglist: @trafalgardaria @deathsmajestysworld @cottoncandyloverrrr @magnificenttaledreamland @kitsunechan707 @crmnic

[fillinforlater]

When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Huh Yunjin x Nakamura Kazuha

Length: 2830 words

Tags: idol x idol, falling in love, getting the hots for someone, in heat but totally not gay, sweaty and scared, in denial, lesbian sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, turning-someone-gay kink, making out, passionate sex, squirting, rubbing on each other, pit licking, pit kink, taking control, totally_straight!Yunjin / confident!Kazuha

TW: disclaimer: it's just a fic with kinks--no, you can't turn people gay/straight with force, but you should know that

Inspiration: @friskyriskywhisky once send an ask a looooong time ago with "J-line getting all the girls" and this suddenly came up, so I made this.

(A/N: Hope you like this idol x idol piece with a fucking great ship tbh. L4 is still in the works)

"Hurry up, we're pressed for time."

The photographer slaps his thigh repeatedly, each smack transferring his stress to everyone around him. Kazuha quickly steps up, with her simple yet addictingly beautiful outfit and long strands of chocolate colored hair. Her bandmate however is still nowhere to be seen.

"Where is the other?" the photographer sighs and turns to one of the staff members. The woman shrugs and walks towards the dressing room, shouting one name over and over again. 

"Yunjin! Yunjin, hurry up! We don't have all day!"

"I'm sorry!" Yunjin shouts in panic as she sprints out from underneath her stylists busy hands, through other staff members until she's right next to Kazuha.

"Ah perfect," the photographer says and picks up his large camera. "The behind the scenes team is also ready, so please get into position. Facing each other, hands on—you know the drill."

The two girls nod, it's not their first shooting session after all. Business as usual, one could say, nothing too special, too crazy—yet something is building up. You never know, until it's too late.

My heart is beating faster, Yunjin thinks and takes a deep breath. I should not have sprinted here.

"A bit closer please," the photographer gestures with his hands.

Kazuha takes a confident step forward, Yunjin hesitates.

That's a bit too close—wait, what is this? Why does she smell so good?

"Try to lock eyes, gaze a little," he shouts with anticipation.

Kazuha has her eyes already locked on target, when Yunjin slowly raises her head.

Wha—do-don't look at me like that!

For a fraction of a second, a smirk. Yunjin can barely keep her wrist on the younger's shoulder.

"Perfect."

Perfect indeed. Fuck, why is she so pretty?

Kazuha smirks. 

No matter how fierce and cool her facade is, Yunjin can't hide it anymore. She averts her eyes, her head to the side and, as if her heart is directly connected to her lips, she cracks a wide, shy smile. Kazuha joins her and they both begin to giggle.

"Nice, nice, very good," the photographer praises and someone from the behind the scenes crew gives a thumbs up. "Great content, well done girls."

"Shall we go again?" Kazuha asks, her lips still formed in a cheerful smile, and Yunjin can't help but stare. If it were up to her—

Please, again, Zuha.

Wait, fuck, what am I even thinking?

"It was perfect, I think we got everything,” the photographer responds. “Time for your solo pictures."

Kazuha gives a thumbs up and tries to leave the set, but Yunjin is still frozen before her, eyes a bit teary, arms a bit shaky, her smile a bit wider than usual.

"Yunjin-unnie, would you please—"

"Ahhh, of course, Zuha," Yunjin jumps and flails before getting out of Kazuha's way. "Sorry, I'm a bit lost today."

"Nah, it's fine," Kazuha waves her Unnies' worries off. "It's kinda cute."

With a wink the younger girl disappears behind the dressing room door. Yunjin's face starts to burn. The rosy flush that was about to settle on her features turns to the red of fire and no fire truck can cool off her heart right now. Flames engulf it again and again, as if someone keeps pouring gasoline on it.

What's wrong with her today? No, what's wrong with me today? Just a photoshoot, and of course she is pretty, Chaewon is pretty too, Sakura too—no, that's not it. 

But she smells so good, and her smile, those lips, the way she is confident yet acts shy at the same time—

Yunjin reaches for one of the water bottles and settles down, somewhere far away from the clicking of the cameras. No behind the scenes footage of her should exist right now, it's already a bit embarrassing that they captured her being somewhat unprofessional earlier.

Seriously, get your act together, She tells herself. What about it? Not that I haven’t seen pretty people before, not that I like girls that way. Probably just overworked, curse this comeback schedule. 

A couple of minutes later, Kazuha steps out of the dressing room, a blanket wrapped around her body. It hides her new outfit and her great body. For some reason, Yunjin has to think of the latter first, but she tries to shake it off and takes another sip from her bottle.

“Ready for the final set of pictures?” the photographer asks as one of the stylists combs and curls the final strands of Kazuha’s immaculate hair.

“Yes, where should I put this blanket?”

“Just put it on the floor, we’ll focus on your upper body for now.”

Like the curtains to a theatrical masterpiece, the gray blanket rolls off of Kazuha’s shoulder to reveal something so marvelous, Yunjin almost spits out the water in her mouth, shit. 

The japanese girl wears a large, open cardigan loosely hanging from one of her shoulders. Tight skinny jeans wrap around her hips, but thank God they do not hide her belly button and chiseled abs, the product of hard work and divine favoritism. What makes Yunjin gawk the most however is the exposed part of skin above Kazuha’s chest, a biteable collarbone, a lickable shoulder, fuck, I’d bite and lick my way up to her lips, oh my God, she is so fucking hot. 

Her Dongsaeng begins to take poses and make expressions that strike Yunjin’s body with heat, from head to toes, but most importantly, around her heart and at her crotch. Her eyes linger on the skin as she fans air to herself, but every attempt at cooling her off is futile. Kazuha just goes on, face disinterested, hand placed to the side of her head—that’s just personal now.

Yunjin tries to turn around, rather looking at the white concrete wall instead of the flawless skin she'd love to place hickeys on—she already failed and continues to stare. She can feel a tiny trail of her own wetness run down her trembling thighs and her drooling mouth falls open slowly. Luckily, no one is paying attention to her right n—

The camera. Behind the scene footage of her at the worst possible time. There is no explaining the rosiness of her cheeks or the glassiness of her eyes. Yunjin turns away from the camera and then back to it.

"Ah," she groans and dramatically fans air to herself. "It's so hot today, I—I need some water."

Shit, that was so stupid, Yunjin thinks as she tries to laugh it off. To make it worse, the cameraman gets closer, confused at the joke and her expression. Yunjin makes a finger heart, then hides her face in embarrassment.

Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. The only thing hot here is Zuha, for fucks sake. Why am I tripping so hard?

Why is she making me trip so hard?

#

Yunjin twists in turns underneath her sheets. It’s too hot beneath them, but it’s impossible for her to fall asleep without it. Sweat builds up on her legs, cooling them; it’s completely different in between her legs. The liquid building up there just makes the heat worse, it makes her more desperate and pushes her into a frenzy.

I need her so bad. Zuha, you make me go crazy!

Yunjin opens her eyes. The surprisingly strong light of the moon shines through the open window, onto the bed beside her. In their dorm, Yunjin shares a room with the person she longs for—it feels more like a curse than a blessing as of now though. Kazuha’s toned back, partially covered by her sports bra, is turned to Yunjin, but it suffices to start the elders' fantasies.

Zuha, I-I want to feel her skin, the shoulders, the back, then the abs, God, those hard, perfect abs. I need to grab them, hng.

Fuck it.

“Zuha, are you still awake?” Yunjin whispers, her voice seconds before breaking, her fingers entangled in the hem of her shorts.

“Yes, Unnie,” Kazuha whispers back and turns around. She looks beautifully sleepy, eyes narrow, blanket pressed to her chest. Small beads of sweat on her temple show that she is somewhat hot as well. “You keep turning all the time, it’s pretty loud.”

“I-I’m sorry about that, bu-but—” Yunjin takes a deep breath. 

“—it’s your fault, Zuha-yah.”

Yunjin climbs out of her bed and walks over to Kazuha’s. The Japanese girl looks at her confused and sits upright on the mattress. Yunjin can’t help but stare down at the perfect figure, the heaving chest, the thick thighs, I’m so sorry, Kazuha.

“I need you, Zuha.”

“Unnie? What’s wrong with you?”

“Please touch me.”

Yunjin pulls down her shorts to about her knees to reveal her shaven crotch drenched in slick arousal. She squirms and shivers when a tiny breeze comes through the wide open window, her eyes are unable to look at Kazuha, yet it is the only thing she wants to look at. 

“Please, Zuha-yah, your fi-fingers, I—”

Yunjin’s voice is tiny, very weak. She is not sure Kazuha even hears the words, let alone understand what she means. It's a tense moment where fear and arousal reach a new peak for Yunjin, I can’t think of anything else—what have I done? This was stupid.

Suddenly, hands on Yunjin’s hips, a warm touch on both sides. When she re-opens her eyes, Kazuha’s face is on eye-level with her and so close. Lips could almost touch, and Yunjin breaths heavily through her nostrils as she becomes stiff. Kazuha looks unimpressed.

“I did not know you swing this way, Unnie,” she says and pulls Yunjin onto the bed, having her face close at all times. “I thought you liked guys.”

“W-well, I, uhm—ah!”

Yunjin moans long and deep when Kazuha’s palm suddenly cups her pussy. A long drag by the middle finger, from her entrance, over her lips and clit to her navel—Kazuha has her pinned to the bed with a single digit. The younger idol smiles for a second but then her unimpressed, somewhat annoyed expression returns and she blows air on Yunjin’s cheeks.

“Ts, you can’t even admit it. That is kinda sad.”

Kazuha’s hand roams Yunjin’s tummy, then moves up and over the mid-sized, covered breasts. Yunjin groans as her hard nipples get rubbed through the fabric, the jolt of stimulation sends her hips upwards. She is bucking them upwards, please Kazuha, touch me, use your hands, but instead, Kazuha put one hand beneath Yunjin’s head.

“Where do you want this?” Kazuha asks and drags her finger over Yunjin’s chest again while forcing her head to watch with the pillow-like hand.

“A-at my cro-crotch.”

“Aw, Unnie, that was nothing. Try again.”

“I-I want them in my p-pussy, plea-please.”

“Almost there, Unnie.”

“Please, Kazuha, finger my pussy!”

“Good girl, Yunjin.”

Kazuha wastes no time and quickly searches for Yunjin’s slit. Quick rubs over Yunjin’s clit makes the elders head go haywire, before Kazuha inserts two of her digits into the wet cavern. Yunjin moans loudly, her body instinctively trying to force the fingers to move in order to feel them craze her cunt. Kazuha pulls them out however and rolls her eyes. 

“So greedy,” she says and makes Yunjin look at her awaiting cunt, fingers not inside anymore. “Greedy girls don’t get what they want, Yunjin.”

“Kazuha, please,” Yunjin whines and pouts her dry lips.

“Admit it,” Kazuha says sternly, ring finger circling Yunjin’s clit. “Or are you just a bit lost today, like earlier, during the shoot? Do you like guys, and hope that I am one of them? It’s just a phase, huh? Not real feelings, just something that you talked yourself into, right?”

“Hng.”

Yunjin groans, her face burning from desire and shame, a lot of uncertainty engulfing her, but at the same time, the answer, the right answer is so painfully obvious. Kazuha is so hot, hotter than any person ever, literally flawless, and her fingers are so close, ah!

“Say it, Yunjin.

“Say it.”

“Ka-Kazuha, you—

“—you made me gay!”

Kazuha smiles and slams her hand onto Yunjin’s pussy. The short burst of pain makes Yunjin gasp, but what leaves her truly speechless is the two fingers that start to pump and curl inside her heat. Kazuha pulls Yunjin’s hair, makes her look at how eagerly her cunt takes the digits. Yunjin can’t deal with it, her mind goes blank, her moans become feral. She screams repeatedly when Kazuha makes sure that her palm grinds vigorously on her clit

“Ruin this bed, Yunjin,” Kazuha groans, her voice becoming lower and more sultry. “Sweat on it, drool on it, cum on it. Spray your juice all over it and you’ll be a good gay girl.”

Kazuha! You’re so good at this, I want nothing more, only your touch, your fingers, your body! I’m so gay for you, ah!

“Kazuha, I-I’m so close—no, I’m cumming!”

Kazuha giggles and focuses on Yunjin’s clit more. No more words, just a booming scream that fills the entire dorm, even the street outside. Someone standing beneath the window, however high it may be up, surely knows what’s happening upstairs in the shared room. Someone launches their nectar out of her cunt in an orgasmic release while the other smiles and kisses her tenderly, continuously teasing the entrance to get a bit more squirt out.

Your fingers, your lips, Kazuha~

“You came so much, Yunjin,” Kazuha says happily, rosy cheeks and the biggest of smiles. Yunjin loses herself in the younger’s hazelnut eyes, her own full with tears of overstimulation. Suddenly, Kazuha starts to remove Yunjin’s bra, then undresses herself. Before Yunjin can react, they are both fully naked and Kazuha is on top of her, breasts, abs and pussies rubbing against each other.

“You have an amazing figure, Yunjin. Bigger breasts and a firm butt.” 

Kazuha gently slaps the latter and watches Yunjin melt even more into the wet bed.

“Y-you too, Kazuha. I-I want to touch all of it.”

“Then do it, silly,” Kazuha chuckles. “Your arms have been stiff this entire time. Just feel me up—or do you like this more?”

Kazuha entangles her fingers with Yunjins and then pins both her hands above her head onto a pillow. Yunjin looks and feels even more open now, as her sweaty, smooth pits are exposed and her amazing figure is in perfect view now. 

“Kazuha~”

“You like this, don’t you? My gay little girl wants me to touch her more, right?”

“Yes~”

With a big smirk, Kazuha starts to grind on Yunjin. Stiff nipples rub stiff nipples, a hard clit rubs another hard clit, curves and curves start to become one entity. Kazuha kisses all over Yunjin’s face, from ear to ear, over cheeks, chin or nose, until they engage in a passionate make out session, which urges Kazuha to grind her cunt faster on Yunjin’s.

“You like this, Yunjin?” Kazuha asks, lips still loosely connected to Yunjins. Drool runs from her mouth as she nods. Kazuha shifts the focus of her tongue further down and then suddenly to the right, orbs still locked with the heavily breathing, moaning girl below her. 

“What about this?”

Gently, Kazuha starts to lick across Yunjin’s exposed pit, the salty sweat hitting her taste buds, but instead of making her back off, they urge her to lick faster. Yunjins mouth is agape, her hips begin to work in tandem with Kazuhas to give more stimulation to her dripping pussy. 

“B-but it’s s-so sweaty,” Yunjin stutters, against the natural reaction of her body which is to succumb to Kazuha’s marvelous play on this sensitive spot.

“That’s why I like it so much,” Kazuha responds in a sexy hum and kisses, sucks even on the skin in the pit; everything to push the whimpering girl into another orgasm, which works faster than she would have imagined. A lot more quietly this time, Yunjin’s wets the bed and her legs in a fountain-like squirt while Kazuha makes out with her hairless armpit. 

A little more than a minute later, the two of them lay in their own beds, dressed in new clothes, breaths still quick, but trying to sleep nonetheless. Yunjin faces the wall, in heaven and at the same time embarrassed. She tries to close her eyes, but they can’t stay closed yet. She turns to Kazuha’s bed and peeks right into Kazuha’s sleepy face.

“Sleep tight, Unnie. Try not to keep me awake this time.”

“S-sure, Zuha.”

#

Yunjin wobbles to the breakfast table. Kazuha and Chaewon are already sitting and eating their cereal, while Sakura is in the kitchen making coffee. Yunjin’s heart beats faster, but she tries to play it cool and just sits down next to Kazuha like she usually does. As she reaches for the cereal however, Chaewon slams her hands on the table and her face turns bright red.

“You-you are a screamer!” she shouts at Yunjin. “Control your voice next time, jeez!” 

The room goes deadly silent, as if all the life had been snapped away. 

“Huh?!”

(A/N2: Adding some Kazuha and Yunjin for beauty appreciation just because!)

[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE V (Buggy x f!Reader)

PART IV // PART VI

WARNINGS: Smut, Minors DNI please go away. I mean masturbation, dirty talk, vaginal fingering and a lot of +18 things babies.

N/A: From now to the end the series are starting to be very hot, sorry not sorry. But yeah porn with feelings.

The confrontation with the marines was not complicated, it was just a ship without a very powerful captain, so it was quite easy to finish them off. As everyone witnessed -part- of your skills, you decided not to hold back in a battle anymore. You didn't show your full potential either, just enough to get rid of a few cadets while leaving Buggy free to show off in front of the whole crew.

At the end of the battle, Buggy decides to celebrate the victory using the barrels you stole from the navy ship. Another party of many on Buggy's pirate ship, it almost seems like a habit to end up all drunk on beer and rum. You must admit you've never drunk so often before.

While the musicians begin to play a song and you hear the laughter of some of your crewmates, you feel that someone is watching you. Buggy has his eyes on you, those eyes that you like so much and that you have imagined looking at you that way a thousand times. You feel the lust and desire in them, which excites and overwhelms you in equal parts. Buggy pretends to listen to his subordinates while still paying attention to you, he takes a sip from his beer mug without taking his eyes off you. You watch him from the corner of your eye, not taking your mind off what has happened this morning: the wet taste of his mouth, his hands roaming your body, his fingers in places no other man has touched. You swallow saliva, you want him as much as he wants you, you feel a tightness in your chest too great, you feel like something inside you is going to explode.

You need some air, so you decide to withdraw for a moment, get away from the people. You go down to the cellars so you can breathe for a moment. You think that you are being unconscious, that you are getting too carried away. Who is this person non capable of thinking clearly? Since when do you let yourself be carried away by absurd desires and give up a mission on a whim? That's not you, you don't recognize yourself. You've never had time for that kind of nonsense, why is it different now? Why with him?

"Do you like to meet in this place?"

You recognize that voice instantly. As you look up there is Buggy, your captain, standing in front of you with his eyes bright from the contrast they make with the dim light in the room. You keep wondering what his face must look like without so much makeup, what his lips must taste like without the aftertaste of face paint. You lose your senses again and all the questions and reproaches you asked yourself earlier disappear.

"I thought you wouldn't remember" you say in a whisper "you were really drunk that night."

Buggy approaches you slowly, never taking his eyes off you. When he's at your level he lifts your chin gently with his fingers.

"Not that much" he admits, cocking a smile.

Your heart starts pounding at the thought of him maybe kissing you at a moment's notice. At times like this you wish your life had been otherwise, more normal, less violent. Then you could have had an ordinary adolescence, met some boys, had some experiences. So, at least now you wouldn't feel so ridiculous for not knowing how to react when a man calls out to you.

You look away, somewhat self-consciously.

"You fought very well today…" You comment shyly, radically changing the subject.

"I admit I went too far" he forces your chin to look back at him "but it's just that those suckers interrupted me at a very important moment, and I really can't stand that."

A nervous giggle escapes you. God, what a fool you are. You feel ashamed of yourself.

"Buggy, I…" You move closer to him, melting into an embrace. His smell makes you feel good, in a safe place.

The captain doesn't know how to react, after your hot encounter this morning he thought you were going to go on the lust attack without too much thought, but that embrace so warm, so intimate, has caught him totally off guard. Today he watched you fight, he watched with pleasure as you knocked out those navy pigs without ruffling your hair, it made him even hornier than he already was. But when you hug him like that, like someone holding on to an iron beam so as not to lose his balance, he realizes that maybe you were right and he was really underestimating your feelings. That maybe not a purely sexual attraction.

"I don't know what's wrong with you" you confess, hiding your face in his chest so you don't have to look him in the face "But you make me feel so silly."

"Well, that happens to a lot of people when they discover my incredible wit" he boasts, trying to take the intensity out of the situation.

"It's not because of that" you reply softly "it's just… I really like you a lot. I'm not playing games."

And he realizes then how vulnerable you are being in his arms. Your honesty about emotions is something that always catches him off guard but at the same time touches him. How can you be so insanely honest? Fuck, it feels like you're playing at leaving him unarmed.

"I want you so badly," you tell him in a whisper, and it unleashes all his most primal instincts.

Buggy lets out a sort of wild animal-like growl. You then notice how he lifts you into the air, sitting on one of the barrels in the hold. You are now almost at the same height. He looks you in the eyes again, his nose brushing yours.

"You're a dangerous little girl" he strokes your hair with an open hand and a certain paternal air "very dangerous."

At that moment you give him a gentle kiss on his nose. It's something you've wanted to do for a long time because, contrary to what he thinks, you don't find it horrible, but appetizing in a way. You don't know how he's going to react to such an action, but when his gaze changes, turning wild, you know you've pressed a button from which there's no turning back.

The next thing you know, Buggy has taken hold of your neck, kissing it, biting it, leaving a trail of red paint on your smooth skin. You've triggered his wild side, his hands are no longer as soft and slow as they were this morning, now they don't hesitate to strip off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. His mouth runs down your collarbones, down your chest and finally you notice how his tongue begins to slurp the top of your breasts. On the other hand, his hands run along your waist, down to your buttocks to remove the shorts you are wearing. Before you know it you are almost naked in front of him, noticing how your cheeks suddenly turn red.

You grab his hair, pulling off his hat and then his bandana to realize that his hair is actually longer than you imagined. Strands of blue hair falling over his face. You notice your cheeks red again, for some reason you find him more handsome than ever.

"Buggy, I've never…" you're embarrassed to even say it, seeing him so thrown. He looks at you, his pupils dilated with excitement "I've never… been like this with anyone."

The idea of being the first one able to go that far with you doesn't seem to disgust him, quite the opposite. There is a smirk on his face, he feels so full of himself. He knows that you are giving him a privilege that you have not wanted to bestow on anyone else, only him, which swells his pride considerably.

"Then I'll have to make sure you have a great time," he replies to you, mischief in his gaze.

He spreads your legs then and bends down slightly, removing your panties to expose the most intimate part of you. You notice your cheeks light up just before you feel your whole face burning. Buggy is kneeling, staring at your crotch with an almost famished expression.

"Don't do that, I'm embarrassed."

He lets out a laugh just before he approaches your wetness. That's when you gasp at the contact of his tongue with your intimacy. Buggy starts to move his tongue expertly, trying to find your clit, while you do your best not to lose your balance. One of your hands goes to his hair, while the other tries to hold on to the barrel. You feel totally vulnerable, exposed to this man who has decided to make of you whatever he wants because you let him. His tongue running along your pussy, finding that sensitive area that makes you let out a huge moan of pleasure.

"Mmm, there it is" he relishes, looking at you for a moment.

You watch him, panting, spread-eagled in an absolutely obscene position that, at the same time, excites you enormously. You love being at his mercy, moaning every time his tongue caresses your clitoris, sucking expertly as you let out sighs and sounds you never thought could come out of your mouth.

"Fuck little girl, it's fucking wonderful when you growl like that" he comments just before he starts eating you again.

You notice how he has pulled his hands away from your body. As he continues to lick your pussy, he removes his gloves in midair. His hands go to your back, unclasping your bra. You are now totally naked before him. Your breasts glisten in the light of the room, your nipples are erect and Buggy's hands begin to caress them, pinching them as his tongue works faster and faster.

You let out a cry of pleasure, you can't repress it, there are too many sensations at once.

Buggy makes one of his hands reconnect with your arm, pulls his face away and starts stroking you with one of his fingers. As he jerks you off, he sits up slightly, moving closer to you. His makeup is smudged. He gets close to your ear as he inserts one of his fingers into your vagina.

"You have no fucking idea how you have me right now" he comments, as you hold your breath as you feel him insert himself into your cavity "Fuck, gorgeous, you're so tight. I think we're going to have to do some work on this."

You hold onto his neck so you don't lose your balance as you feel his finger advance inside you. Buggy grabs your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch. You can feel the huge bulge, hard and throbbing, noticeable under his pants.

"See?" he asks, staring at you before kissing you. His mouth is salty, tasting of your own fluids, something that manages to turn you on even more "That's how you got me. That's how you get me my little minx."

"Buggy…" you moan. Slipping your hand under his pants to touch his erect member. You've never done anything like this before, but instinctively you begin to move your hand, guided by the expressions of pleasure he puts on "Like this?"

"Perfect. Mmmm... good girl" he growls, sinking his head into your neck.

He pulls his finger out from inside you and starts stroking your clit while you do the same with his member. You both start moaning at the same time, Buggy looks at you then, notices your half-open mouth, your burning cheeks, your watering eyes. He revels in that virgin face discovering sex while you try your best to give him back all the pleasure he's giving you.

"You're a insane craziness" he whispers to you without taking his eyes off you "you're going to fuck my life".

You are not able to answer him anything, you notice that you are close to orgasm, each time the waves of pleasure are bigger and bigger.

"Buggy, I think… I think…"

"Hold on a little, baby girl. I'm almost there."

You try to hold back, biting your lower lip trying to stifle your moans. You wiggle his cock quickly, noticing how he gasps slightly. He wiggles his finger more as well. You both start moaning at the same time.

"I'm going to fucking cum" he gasps.

"Me too" you moan, almost unable to hold it in.

"Fuck!"

At that moment you notice how pleasure invades your whole body, rising from your lower belly to all your extremities. Your legs even tremble, you can't modulate your moans, you start to scream disconsolately as your body fills with spasms. You feel your vision blur for a few moments and, when you want to realize it, you are half dead on one of his arms while the hand holding his cock is completely stained. He has also cum and his face is resting on your tits, breathing heavily. You feel your heart racing.

"Fuck me" he sighs, looking up.

For some reason you see him looking more handsome than ever, more attractive than any other time. At that moment, if he asked you for anything, you'd go to hell itself. He gently pulls you up. With the hand that was holding you so you wouldn't fall, he pushes your hair away from your face. He smiles then, looking quite pleased.

"You're definitely going to ruin me."

And then he lets out a tremendous laugh.

[froggywritesstuff]

Hello my name is Sara5001 and I like your posts.

Sorry if i bother you um you can do yandere mike wheeler x reader headcanon ?

I just asked

thank you for requesting! hope you like this

ship/pairing: yandere!mike wheeler x g/n!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: maybe ooc, clingy mike, petty mike, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, isolation(?), stalking, obsessive behaviour (marinette from mlb vibes💀), arguments, guilt tripping, 

word count: 571

A/N: 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please understand that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

yandere mike is just super annoying tbh

extremely clingy

needs to be around you all of the time

if you really liked him, you'd hang out with him instead of your other friends

because he's better than your other friends

or so he tells you

in reality, he gets insecure when you have to reject him to hang out with them

obviously he doesn't communicate this with you

he just gets really moody and bitchy until you've asked him what's wrong for the tenth time 

he tells you how embarrassed he is but he feels like you don't like him anymore

why else would you not spend your time with him?

if you try to give a reasonable explanation like how you haven't hung out with your friends in a while, don't do this

he just shuts you down, ending the conversation with a dismissive shrug, claiming he doesn't care that you think he's not important and he didn't even wanna hang out anyway

he keeps this up until you're basically begging to hang out with him

you don't want him to be upset because of your friends, but he knows that deep down you wanted this

you were just looking for an excuse to not be with your friends

like i said, he's extremely clingy and claims he needs you like air

he walks or rides with you home even if you live miles away from his house

he does this so much it becomes muscle memory and he doesn't even have to think when he follows you home 'just to check in on you'

he is 100% stalking you

he's got a whole journal dedicated to you, filled with things like your schedule, what things and activities you like and dislike, what friends you're getting too close to... things like that

if you try to break up with him, do it where not many people are near to be considerate

he's yelling

spends the first half of his yelling session being mad and calling you names

then he desperately starts listing off the best moments in your relationship, and all the times he's made you happy

"no one else can make you happy like i can"

he'll most likely start crying

if you're still insistent on breaking up with him, he walks away (not before shooting a harsh glare at you)

then the next day he comes up to you expecting an apology

he's convinced you're still dating, and you just got in an argument

he's willing to forgive you but not without an apology first

however if he decides you're taking too long, he'll resume acting how he does when he thinks you're dating, but be a hundred times more clingy

walks you to and from school everyday, pouts if he's not holding your hand, will sit next to you in class no matter what

if he's not in all your classes already, he's willing to switch classes just to sit next to you and keep anyone else from interacting with you

acts like he was so gracious for forgiving you and holds it above your head when you try to leave him again

will try to manipulate you into thinking you're taking advantage of his forgiveness 

asks his friends to back him up and if they finally point out that maybe this relationship isn't the healthiest just um, don't ask why you can't sit with them anymore

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Their Love Language

Requested: hi! i hope you’re having a wonderful day, your writing always makes my day a little better. i was wondering what you think the Roy Sibling’s love languages are (either how they receive it or give it!) thank you so much in advance, please take all the time you need to answer this! - anon

A/N: I absolutely love this request!!! I had a love languages preference for another fandom ages ago, but I never got around to it. Thank you my love!!! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connors is physical touch. he both needs and gives physical touch. He needs to be close to you at all times, he can't help himself. When he's far from you, when he can't get get close to you, he starts to panic, he starts to get these terrible thoughts that you don't love him anymore. He was never hugged or really touched as a child, so in adulthood he's starved for it. His hands are always on you, wrapped around you, in your hands. Even when he can't touch you that way, he's close enough for your bodies to be touching. He just needs to be close. He needs it from you, too. He needs you to reciprocate his touches, his squeezes, his wants. Connor needs it to be known he's needed. If he has a partner who struggles with touch it makes him spiral. It's definitely something that needs to be talked through, that sometimes you just want your space and its nothing against him. Especially at night he gets needy, wanting to cuddle all night. If you roll away from him or if its too hot, he definitely feels a sense of rejection.

Kendalls is words of affirmation. His father and mother rarely told him they loved him, that he was a smart, bright, good person, really anything that pointed out anything positive. He both gives and receives this. Kendall is so affectionate with his words. He has all kinds of pet names for you, he reminds you that he loves you a thousand times a day, he'd keep saying it til he's blue in the face. He could go on forever about what he loves about you, what makes you so unique and beautiful and all these reasons why you're too good for him. He also expects it back. He needs to hear that you love him, what you love about him, that he's doing a good job, etc. Kendall is incredibly insecure. He lives inside his head and his thoughts can be viciously unkind. Having you there to remind him that he is capable of good, that he is deserving of love, that makes all the difference. If his partner isn't used to it or doesn't say what he needs to hear he gets insecure and in his head. He gets a lot of self-doubt.

Shivs is acts of service. Doing something that takes time and thought and energy makes her heart melt, it means you were thinking of her and what you could do to make her life easier. Growing up, no one ever did anything for her. Ever. She was expected to pick up the pieces. Her mother especially, could be ruthless when it came to small, kind acts. She always expected a grand gesture in return and that's not how it works. She both shows her love through this and feels loved by it. If you wash her favorite coffee mug so she can drink from it in the morning, replace the toothpaste, pick up the groceries she needed but totally forgot about, etc. Nothing grand, nothing thoughtless, just small and wanted. It makes her feel seen and heard and respected, all things she didn't feel as a child. She remembers the way you like your eggs and plugs in your phone when you fall asleep. It's how she shows that she cares when words fail her. If she's with someone who doesn't do this she feels like the invisible little girl she used to be. It absolutely kills her to feel unheard, unseen.

Romans is quality time. No one ever wanted to spend time with him growing up. He was mostly either lift by himself, like being shipped off to boarding school, or completely ignored when he was in the company of others. The best attention he got was when his father was abusing him and everyone let it happen. Whether it be sitting in the same room on your phones and watching tv or talking together in bed or going with pre-made plans, if it's with you, he's going to feel loved. He both expects this and shows it, giving you his undivided attention when you're around. That's what is important to him, that you're paying attention to him. If he doesn't feel seen, then the time you spend together means nothing. Even if you're both on your phones, it's a mutual thing. If you're on your phone and he's not, it could lead to hurt feelings. If that's not your love language, if you don't value it as much, it'll make him feel isolated and alone, the worst feelings for this type. It's definitely something that is vital to your relationship and the trust he has in it.

[shiroxichigo]

Hi there! I am new to the ShiroIchigo fandom and I desperately want to read some good fanfiction. There doesn’t seem to be a lot though and searching through ao3 and ffnet is PAINFUL when you don’t know where to start. Do you have any all time best recommendations for me to chew on or could you point me to someone that might know? Pretty please?

I'm definitely gonna have to make a more comprehensive list once I'm at my computer for you, anon! I also have another ask similar to this one that I've been working on, but I haven't had time to comb through all my old favourites as well as the new ones I've been reading on AO3.

I'll link some of the fics that originally got me hooked on the ship! And I'll also expose my favourites list so you can scroll through there on ffnet. Just keep in mind I haven't been on ffnet in like 6 years maybe?

Angeli Sanguis I - Primordium by YueShirosaki (There are multiple more parts to this one.)

HollowIchigo-Ichigo is an author with a variety of fics you can give a try! I don't think they write for Bleach anymore, though, so beware some fics may not be finished...

Unknown Dangerous Desires by murder-ink (a story that really got me to think differently about their dynamic, also unfinished though I believe, so sorry!)

Cat Burglars by Caridwen Angetueur (20k, short n sweet, but it is complete if I recall correctly!)

Feeling Hollow by Daricio (gonna be honest, I can't remember if this one was romantic or platonic, but either way, it really got me inspired to actually write ShiroIchi)

The Sinister Pride Of Perfection by ChocolateCarnival (one of my all time favourites!!)

So there's just a few. Please read the summaries and view the ratings before deciding if you're going to read any of them or not!

ALSO: I plan to make a master list of fic recommendations someday (when I have time). I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to get it, life has been absolute chaos for me.

Hopefully these can help get you started!

And, as promised, here's my favs list on ffnet: https://m.fanfiction.net/u/2986615/MidnightEden234

I am exposing myself for y'all to see 😭

Hope this helps!!

[agoodfictitle-shadowban]

From Vormir, With Love - Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: ah, spiders, amirite :)

"Are you sure it's okay for you?" You ask. You have a good thing going, but sharing a bed was something else entirely.

"Yes. You're not sleeping on the floor. And the ship has been claimed by Carol and June." You grumble something about those two getting along way too well, and Natasha smiles at that. You fluff the pillow and throw it back on the bed. It's the third time you do it, while Natasha is just looking at you, laying down on her side with her head in her hand. She looked stunning in a short and simple tee-shirt, with her hair freely flowing. You can see very clearly the disparaging hair color, and you want to plunge your hand in it to see it in more detail, get closer to her skin, and smell her scent.

Oh god. No.

Since the stress of landing was gone, and you realized how she made you feel, your brain started filling with all those thoughts of you and her together. You tried your best to keep them at bay, but it had been harder than you thought. During dinner, you spilled water on you when you tried to drink because your eyes were glued to Natasha while she was talking. Everyone laughed but they were gracious enough to not point out the reason why you were so unfocused even if you had a feeling a few of them noticed - maybe even including the one responsible. But no, if she did notice, why offer to share a room? 

She's way out of your league, and now that you're back on Earth it's not like there is any reason for you to act on any of how you feel. Yep. No reason, you think as you finally find the courage to lay down in the bed, under the blanket. It feels nice as the house is slightly too cold for you - contrary to popular belief space is very warm and you are used to it now. But you quickly forget about it when Natasha slides her silhouette under the blankets in turn. She closes the distance between the two of you and faces you with a smile.

"Hey."

"H-hey?" You answer, confused about what she is doing and why she's so close to you suddenly.

"I want you to know, I'm not sorry."

Her words confuse you even more. Until you feel it. Her ice cold feet on your legs. You shriek and try to worm your way away, but there is no use, Natasha grabs your arms and quickly neutralizes you as the cold is penetrating you to your core.

"Please, stop! Get your feet away! Please!" She laughs at your shrieks, which are more laughs now, but you won't give up, moving around erratically as she keeps trying to fully pin you down to steal your warmth. And she succeeds, obviously, she's the Black Widow after all.

Once you realize you can't move anymore, you stop thrashing around and open your eyes. She's straddling you now, her eyes in yours, her cheeks a nice shade of pink - you're not sure if it's because of the play-fighting or something else -, and you feel her breath on your lips. Your mouth opened slightly to lick your lips, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest and you know she can feel it in your wrists as she holds them.

"Natasha–"

"Don't." She leans down towards you, your eyes closing briefly when you feel her plush lips ghost over yours.

"Don't what?" You swallow hard.

"Don't say anything."

You can't help but obey, nodding lightly. You can barely breathe when her fingers slowly caress your cheek, only for her hand to go higher. That makes you frown, especially when you feel her move faster and seemingly grab something.

"Okay, you're good." She smiles at you, and stands up, approaching the window with something in her hands.

"Hm. What was that?"

"There was a spider," Natasha says as she opens the window to let the creature out.

"There was… a spider…?"

"Mhm."

You stay where you are, frozen in time as what happened dawns on you. A spider? You almost kissed… but… A. Fucking. Spider? Your brain is trying to catch up to everything as the redhead joins the bed back and lays down like nothing happened. You feel the mattress cave under her but don't look, completely shocked by what just happened.

She turns off her light.

"Good night."

"A spider…?" You whisper as the only possible answer. Is it all that caught her attention? The only reason why she was so close?

A spider.

Tonight, Natasha falls asleep before you.

-

It's early morning, and the first sun rays are hitting the kitchen just right to illuminate the wooden furniture and the silhouette of the redhead assassin. Natasha is sitting there with a thousand yards stare. She has a forgotten cup of coffee in hand, no puff of smoke coming out of it anymore. It simply sits there with her.

The events from last night replay in her mind.

"I almost kissed her," she tells the man who just entered the room. He looks tired beyond his years, but he comes to sit opposite of her. He knew perfectly who she was talking about - the way the both of you interacted didn't escape his legendary perception. The both of you had developed a quick connection that was evident. And if he would normally just listen, he feels that she needed a push.

"Why didn't you?"

It takes her a moment to contemplate an answer. Why didn't she? You were willing, that much she could tell, but something stopped her. Maybe her deep seated fear of abandonment. That she wasn't worth it. Or that you would end up the same as Bruce, not wanting her. Not enough. And seeing this spider - a wretched creature unwanted by most - made her realize she was maybe not enough. For anyone.

"I'm just not good enough."

It is the same room where she stayed the first time the Avengers learned about Clint's family. She doesn't want the cycle to repeat either. But it is her abandonment issues that are mainly responsible after all.

"Nat, you're amazing. No matter what you think, anyone would be lucky to have you."

"I don't think I should. She's still a civilian, and I'm–" she doesn't finish her thoughts, but it's clear to Clint. He is still there himself, after everything he's done. He shakes his head.

"You're a hero. You saved half the galaxy. I think that warrants some peace and quiet with someone you like." He extends his hand and takes hers from her mug. "At least think about it before you go all tortured soul on her."

She considers it, and nods. With a deep breath she comes back to Earth and looks at her coffee. She gives Clint's hands a press before she stands up and grabs her mug to put it in the microwave.

"Cold coffee is the worst," she declares before she turns around and leans against the counter. She's back in business. "You said Tony's funeral," she clears her throat from the emotion of his loss, "will be tomorrow?"

Clint nods and starts to move around the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Since his wife and kids came back, he's been making it for them everyday. He could barely believe his luck to have them back, and now Nat.

"I'll need to buy something for it," she comments when she realizes that the Compound had been destroyed, and that she had no safe house around the city that would have what she needed. It will also give her the time to be alone for a bit ; she had no occasion to be on her own the past week, and with everything that happened it might do her good. Give her time to grieve. To think about everything that happened. Think about you and what she truly wants.

"Hey guys," a strangely happy Carol Danvers enters the room. They take one look at her and it quickly makes sense what happened to her. Apparently Natasha isn't the only one with something going on. The redhead is barely surprised, knowing how charming the blonde is. This spells trouble if she knows anything about Carol.

With a sigh, she drinks from her coffee cup, still leaned against the counter. The day is going to be long.

-

You barely have time to think about what happened yesterday before you're alone in front of your parents' door. It's still the same as before, and you feel like nothing changed, like you're just visiting the way you used to until you were kidnapped. You take a deep breath and knock. You hear ruffling noises before the door opens, a waft of familiar smell invades your nostrils, and you're face to face with your mom.

"Y/n…?" She whispers with incredulity before she launches forward and embraces you in a warm hug. It feels so familiar, but it's been so long you're not so certain what you should do. It has been five years, after all, plenty of time to forget about the affection your parents gave to you whenever you met. Slowly, still, it comes back to you, and you raise your arms to return the strong embrace with delicacy, almost fear it's going to dissipate if you're not careful enough. It feels stilted on your part at first, but you relax as time goes on. The familiarity of the warmth feels good.

Your dad comes to peak what could be taking his wife so long out there, and when he sees you, when he understands you're back, his legs almost buckle under his wait and he has to hold onto the table in the hallway to not fall. Tears are not so resistant to gravity, and soon his face is peppered with them.

It takes your mom a while to let go of you, and your dad to be able to stand up properly again. When it finally happens, you're whisked inside and in questions that you answer patiently, retelling the events of your abduction and eventually how you came back, but you never go into the full details; you don't want to break their hearts further.

After that, your mom leaves the room to go call the rest of your family and tell them you're back, leaving you alone with your dad. He lets out a long, heavy sigh, and after a long beat of silence finally speaks.

"She never stopped looking for you. She always knew you were somewhere out there." He looked at you with the same eyes as yours. "But I have a feeling you didn't come just to stay here."

"I have to go back to see the proper authority at some point and I might have to stay with… people, for some time. Let the dust settle, you know." The government is probably going to want to know about your abduction, and your spaceship. It rubs you the wrong way, but you had a feeling you might not have a choice.

"No, it's not what I meant." He grumbles, his eyebrows knitted together. "Once the dust settles, what will you do?"

You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes. You often dreamed of coming home, but you never thought beyond that.

"I don't know," you admit. You look down with confusion. What were you supposed to do? Go back to your old life?

"You've tasted adventure, kid, and yeah, it was bad, and scary sometimes I bet, but you changed now. You have a foot in a new world, and I know you." He smiles as he remembers. "I don't know if you remember, but when you were a toddler, you got lost in some caves, and after we found you, all you wanted to do was go back in. No matter how scary it was." He chuckled. "I knew there and then, I told your mother 'oh this one, this one is gonna find troubles one day, and she'll like it.' You know. A 9 to 5 is never going to make you fully happy. So maybe… maybe space can be your thing now."

You look away, frown in the same way he does. In those five years, you were so focused on going home, you never stopped to think about the way flying made you feel, or how at ease you had gotten with taking jobs on the other side of the galaxy. "What about mom?"

"Now that you know where we are, you can come visit us from time to time."

You shake your head. "I don't know."

"Just think about it, kiddo. Just think about it."

You nod, and your mom reappears. You smile at her, and laugh when she tells you your aunt broke her phone again.

"We should have a get together with everyone! I already invited them, they'll be there this week-end!"

Of course she did before even consulting you. Still dazed by your conversation with your dad, you simply nod.

"Sounds great."

"You can bring your new friends if you want too!"

"I, huh, i'll see if they want to come."

After that, your mom starts talking about organization and food, and you check out.

[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

Ace of Spades: Bob Floyd x Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

AN: Your call sign is Spades, it has to do with the plot!

Warnings: Mentions of blood/gore/injury, some mild cursing may occur

“Hey Bobby!" I ran up to the blonde, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turns to look at me, a lop-sides grin spreading on his face.

"What's up Spades?"

"I just wanted to ask how you're feeling about tomorrow?"

Tomorrow we all shipped out for the Uranium mission. All of us were on edge but at the same time all made sure we were checking in on each other.

"Honestly really nervous, I have a sinking feeling Phoenix and I are going to get picked as a foxtrot team. I don't know if that makes me happy or upset." He gives a half-hearted chuckle.

"If you get picked, I'm sure you'll do great." I put a hand on his shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "You're a very talented WSO. Phoenix won't let anything happen to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" His expression changed to concern. "You don't think you're getting picked to be a wingman? You're joking right?"

"With Hangman and Rooster here? No way. Plus- Mav will pick Rooster, we all know it." I shrugged. "But I'll be on standby if you call for help." I laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bob!" We both turn to see Phoenix calling Bob over to her. I nodded at him, telling him to go. He runs over in her direction and I head to the showers, trying to clean everything off for tomorrow. It's a big day and I can't let anything take my mind off of the task at hand, whether I'm in a jet or on the tarmac.

The water runs over my body and I run my hands through my hair, letting the noise of running water clear my mind. My skin was sudsy from the terrible soap they provided and my hair was wet with conditioner when I hear the door open. Had I forgotten to lock it?

"Hello?" I speak up.

"Hey Y/N." I knew that voice, and he never used my real name.

"Rooster? What are you doing? I'm in the shower?" I rinsed off the soap and washing out the conditioner before shutting the water off.

"I just, want some company. Tomorrow is really getting to me."

"Let me hop out and get dressed. 5 minutes okay?" I heard some rustling and footsteps and peaked to see him standing in the corner, almost like he was in timeout.

Bradley and I had known each other since we were children. We went to the same schools, and went to basic together. We've had a lifetime friendship. "Okay Brad, you can look."

As he turned around, he was obviously freshly showered as well from his wet, slicked back hair and pajamas. "Sorry for barging in, I just couldn't be by myself anymore." I open my arms in response to his comment and he digs his face into the crook of my neck, squeezing me hard. "Can we go lay down and talk?" His voice is small, barely audible.

"Let's go Roo." I lead him to my room that Top Gun provided each of us. He crawled in, I shortly behind him. "Talk to me Rooster."

"I know Mav's going to pick me, he's been trying to make up for pulling my papers since we got here. He knows I wanna go on this mission but now the thought of going is getting to me. I don't think I can do it. The idea of one of those SAMS hitting me, or anyone kills me." There were small beads of sweat on his forehead, a tell that he was overwhelmed.

"It's gonna be okay, you're a great pilot. As long as you follow all the perameters you'll be okay. You've got great teammates, no one will let anything happen to you, especially Mav. He's made it his sole life purpose to protect you." Rooster laud his head on my shoulder as I rub circles into his back. "Plus, you've got the best guardian angel watching over you."

Rooster sniffles and I look down to see a tear fall. I quickly swipe it with my thumb and make him look up to face me. "You're going to be okay Bradley."

"Can I sleep in here? I don't want to be alone."

"Did you bring a flight suit?"

"My bags packed in my room, Ill grab it in the morning. Please Y/N." A couple more tears fell and I felt my own nerves surface, seeing him and Bob, along with the rest of the team so on edge.

"I don't want to be alone either. Come on, lay down. We need all the rest we can get."

The next morning, we were all lined up, waiting to hear from Mav who will be flying the mission.

"Good morning all. Just know my choices today are reflected on skill and skill alone. No bias."

"Who are your two foxtrot teams?" General Cyclone said.

"Phoenix and Bob." They look at each other and Bob looks back at me and I shoot him a smile.

"And your other?"

"Rooster and Spades."

"Sir, we never practiced as a team, we're both pilots." Rooster spoke up, looking at me. I barely realized Bob's hand snake through mine and squeeze hard.

"Spades is one of the best pilots and WSO's. She will be your back seater Rooster. End of story."

"And your wingman?"

The last name didn't even come through my ears. My mind was so caught up on the fact that Rooster and I are foxtrotting. We never ran the course that way, why would Mav throw this at us so last minute? What if it messes up the whole mission? I'm at the mercy of Rooster.

Bob squeezed my hand again, and I looked at him. He looked on the verge of tears but I didn't know if they were from him going in, or me. "I'm sorry," he mouthed. I squeezed his hand in reply.

We all headed out to the tarmac. Phoenix and Bob would go behind Mav and Rooster and I behind Hangman.

Rooster stopped to talk to Mav as I got in the jet. My nerves were rattling my brain. My whole body was shaking looking at the controls, quickly running through my brain reminding myself what it's like to be in the back again. Rooster hopped in shortly after and off we went.

The mission went smooth until we came up on coffin corner. The comms were hard to keep up with and I got whiplash one too many times from constantly telling Rooster what way to flank and where the missles were coming from.

Then, the unimaginable happened. We ran out of flares, and Mav saved us but went down in the process.

I could hardly hear Phoenix's "Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat, Dagger 1 has been hit!" due to the ringing in my ears. I kept trying to talk to Rooster, telling him to stay on course but I knew it was pointless. He probably would talk for days, if not weeks once we landed on the tarmac.

That was until he turned around. I started screaming and through the comms I could hear Bob and Phoenix's rebuttals, even Hangman's.

"Rooster! You can't take Spades down with you!! Go to the ship!!" I could hear Bob's pleas, but I knew they were futile. Hangman was calling Rooster every name in the book but it was too late. We were on our way to save Mav and I had no say. Rooster came up on the scene and I pointed out that Mav was on the ground.

Rooster shot down the helicopter, taking a SAM straight to our tail, causing us to go down. We ejected but mine faulted, causing me to eject too close to the ground, making the impact painful. I was pretty far from where Rooster had landed, but as I unbuckled myself and tucked my parachute I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down to see somehow I had sustained an open wound from my thighs to my ribcage. A big open cut, bleeding profusely. I quickly tried to hide it, not wanting to cause any delay.

"It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too." I finally caught up with the boys and gave Mav a hug before shoving Rooster to the ground.

"What the hell? Both of you?!" He got up slowly.

"Rooster what the hell was that?! They could've sent search and rescue!! You could've gotten us both killed!!" I was angry, that's for sure, but I'm glad we have Mav and that he's alive and well.

"Calm down Spades." Mav put a hand on my shoulder, "we're all okay, now we just need to get out of here."

Rooster and I followed Mav up to a hill where we overlooked the enemy's strip. "An F-14? Are you serious?" Rooster protested once we saw Mav's like of sight.

"I once shot down 3 Migs in one of those."

"We have 3 people Mav." I said.

"I know," he replied. "That's why you'll take the F-18 next to it, solo behind us."

"Mav I don't-" Before Rooster or I could get a word out, Mav was off and we had to scramble to get behind him. Him and Rooster went off to start the F-14 and I climbed into the F-18, waiting to see their nose come around so I could follow.

As they pulled around I realized how hard it's gonna be to take off. The runway is destroyed. I try to fiddle with my comms to get in touch with him but when I look up, their plane is gone. "Shit!" I quickly pull out and takeoff, barely making it into the air without causing damage. As I'm in the air, they are nowhere to be seen and the force on my body is causing immense pain to my side but I know I just have to catch up.

I knew damn well that F-14 is out of Roosters knowledge and he won't be able to get in contact with the ship so it fell on me to get in range and get in contact with range control.

In order to stay under radar and out of reach I dip into the canyon and take that way out to the ocean, staying low so I can safely figure out how to get my tracker going.

That's when I look up and see it. A fifth generation fighter right above me. Two of them to be exact. "Fuck." I try to remind myself if they knew where i was and who i am, I'd be dead already but then I glance again and see the F-14. "There you are. Stay calm Mav." I remind myself not to engage, and let Mav handle it, read the situation. If I engage, I risk putting them in danger.

I stay low, trying to still mess with my comms and radar, trying to find anyway to let the ship know we're alive. I finally get my personal tracker on and wait to see if Rooster sees it on his plane. "Come on Rooster, turn it on. Come on, let me see you light up." I look up to see them nowhere in sight so I pull up, making myself known on any nearby radars. I hear a beep and look down, "Atta boy, coming to find you."

I fly up to see the two of them being tailed by an enemy plane. I quickly fly underneath and start trying to find their chanel. "Mav? Rooster? Mav? Rooster? Do you copy?" I'm desperately working at it, knowing I have limited time before they get shot down or eject.

"Mav? Roos-"

"Spades?! We thought you were dead!!" I hear Rooster voice come through.

"Alright boys. Mav, I need you on the count of three to hit the brakes and let him fly right over okay? I'm under him, he doesn't even know I'm here. I'm going to fly under you and take him out alright? Just trust me."

"What the hell?" I hear Mav mutter but Rooster cuts him off.

"Mav do it! This is how she got her call sign! This is her signature move!! She's spading!"

"Mav- ready?"

"Ready."

"3,2-" I dipped down, "1!" Mav hit the brakes, causing the enemy plane to fly over him. Swooping under Mav I lined up my missile and fired, flying right through the fire. I hear hoops and hollers from Mav and Rooster. "Good job boys, let's go home." We fly back to the ship, landing successfully even though Mav was missing his front landing gear.

I watch everyone celebrate as I climb out of my plane and that's when I notice the blood all over the plane. I had been feeling the adrenaline of flying I hadn't noticed how much blood I was really losing. I climb down and as my feet hit the tarmac I look down at my hands, which are soaked in my own blood.

I look up to see Bob staring right at me and everything moved in slow motion as I saw his mouth moving, his faint "Medic!" cries barely hitting my ears. He was running towards me in a panic as I collapsed to the ground. I could hardly breathe, feeling my vision start to give.

"Hey, Y/N, stay with me, hey look at me!" I hear his pleading but it's barely audible. I'm barely conscious. I feel my body lift onto a stretcher and see Bob's face come back into view, his mouth is still moving but I hear nothing. I see him look up and Roosters face comes into view along with Hangman and Phoenix. They're all helping push my stretcher into the medbay.

"Please don't leave me." I hear Bob say before I lose consciousness.

As I come to, I look around to see I'm in a hospital with a bag of blood on my IV. As I look around more, my eyes land on the couch where Bob is fast asleep. I try to remain quiet, as to not wake him up as I attempt to get up to use the restroom but cry out in pain. "Hey! Woah!" Bob quickly wakes up and moves to me, stopping me from moving. "You're not supposed to move!"

"Bob, I have to pee."

He smiles a little and laughs at me. "I thought I lost you and all you have to say to me is 'i have to pee'."

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Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky x Y/N - Part Nine - The Last Time

This chapter is what truly inspired this series. It is inspired by The Last Time by The Script. For anyone who hasn't heard it, I highly recommend you give it a listen. Danny O'Donohue's voice carries so much pain it makes the song all the more intense. This chapter is entirely Bucky's pov. As always please like, reblog etc. And feedback is always welcome :)

Bucky sat on the wing of the plane, anxiously awaiting Y/N's arrival. He knew she was afraid to be seen too closely with him, so out here with nobody to see them but the planes in the hanger was perfect. He had a bottle of whiskey with him, just like that first night they spoke.

Thinking on that first night, he never thought it would lead to something like this. They bonded over their grief, and that mutal respect for eachother turned into something magical. He didnt want to love her, he didnt want to be a homewrecker, especially when the husband was someone he actually liked and respected. But he couldnt help it. John Egan knew a thing or two about fate, and he knew this was fate. He and Y/N were meant to be together. Yes, it was messy, but it would all be worth it in the end.

She was late. He had never known her to be late. He was starting to worry she wasnt coming. The box in his pocket grew heavier. He knew Y/N didnt want a be an adulterer, and he knew she felt both shame and regret at their affair. No not regret, theres no way she could regret the love they share. But she was shameful. Bucky knew he had to do the right thing by her.

She finally arrived at 2:11pm. 'I'm sorry I'm late' she said, offering no explanation as to why.

'It's okay doll. Let me help you.'

He hoisted her up onto the wing of the plane. He pulled out the bottle of whiskey, taking a sip straight from the bottle before offering it to her. 'I don't think thats a wise idea John.'

'Course it is! Just like that first time we spoke, remember?' he said, once again offering her the bottle.

'Of course I remember.' she took a small sip from the bottle. 'I could never forget that.'

'Me neither' he said. They stared into eachothers eyes, the love and attraction thick in the air. Y/N cut the moment short.

'So, why'd you bring me out here?' she said in a tone that made Bucky think she wanted to leave.

'Because, I uh... well I wanted to talk to you... about us. About what you said about Clarke.'

'I'm certain he knows. He has to. He's been acting so strange.'

'Well we don't need to worry about that anymore.'

Y/N looked at him with confusion plain on her face. Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

'It was my Ma's. I wrote to her asking her to ship it over to me.'

'Oh Bucky... We can't.'

'I know, the wars not over yet. I want to be able to give you a real life outside this place. But divorces take time so I figure you get things started with the Colonel and then-'

'Bucky no! We can't. I can't.' she interrupted him.

'Why not? I know its gonna be tough, I do, but we'll get through it together. I'm not saying right this minute... But soon, when this war is over... I love you.'

'I love you too Bucky, but I can't marry you. I wont leave Bertie.'

'What? If its because you think he can give you more than I can...' Bucky was spiraling. This was not how he thought this would go. He thought she would say yes. He thought she would kiss him sensless and they would celebrate with the whiskey he brought. He never thought this. 'Well maybe right now yeah but... I'm a Major. I could be a Colonel some day, I can support you! I'll buy you whatever-'

'Oh Bucky it's not about that!' There was a brief moment of silence, Y/N bit her lip before she spoke again. 'It's about Me and Albert. He is a good man. And for better or worse I married him. I devoted myself to him. And he has loved me unconditionally in return. I was wrong to ever let myself get involved with you. I came here today to end things Bucky.'

No. She couldn't. She couldn't be ending things. He loved her. He wanted to marry her. He never thought he'd want to marry anyone but he wanted to marry her. What they had wasnt wrong, It wasnt the best start to a relationship sure, but it couldnt be wrong. She made his heart swell, made him smile so much his cheeks hurt. This could not be the last time she made him smile like that.

'You don't me that.' Was all he could manage to get out.

'I do. I'm sorry Bucky. But I need to focus on my marraige. If we end things now, It might have a solid chance.

This is the last thing that Bucky ever thought would happen. He never thought she would do this to him, because he knew it was the last thing he would have ever done to her.

'No! You can't. We are meant to be together. After all we've been through, everything we ever told eachother. All the times we kiss? Made love? It can't be the last time.'

Y/N reached to touch Bucky's cheek, his eyes sliding closed as she did. She reached to place a gentle kiss on his other cheek. Then she slid off the wing of the plane and landed as elegantly as she could. 'I'm sorry Bucky, it is.... Goodbye John.'

She walked away then. Back to her husband Bucky presumed. He couldn't believe it. If he had known that the night he made love to her in London would be the last time, he would have never let either of them leave that bed. His heart was broken. He could feel it in his chest. It was worse than any bullet or flak.

For the first time since he was a child, John Clarence 'Bucky' Egan cried. He cried, and he drank.

Buck Cleven found him several hours later, passed out drunk on the wing of the plane. He needed Harry Crosby to help him get his friend down safely.

The following day he was told he was being given another weekend pass to London. London was the last place he wanted to be but his leave was non-negotiable. He didn't bother to ask who approved the leave, he didnt need to. He knew Colonel Clarke would be responsible.

[the-immortal-redshirt]

The Angel: Chapter 23: Resurgence

After a heated argument leads to a terrible accident, Twelve finds that he must make the ultimate sacrifice for his Impossible Girl. Discoveries are made, life rekindled, and an unshakable bond becomes set in stone that not even death itself can shatter. (Twelve/Clara) (AU where Day of the Doctor never happened. Gallifrey was never saved).

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Chapter 23: Resurgence

Clara banged her fists desperately on the control panel, smashing the recall button over and over to no avail. The cameras inside the pod had gone to static. Communication with the pod was lost. What had she done?

“Ugh, I'm such an idiot!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. He was either lost out there forever, had burned up in the quasar, or had been swallowed by the black hole. What a terrible idea this was. Had she just lost the Doctor?

“We’ll get him back, we'll get him back,” Martha soothed, trying to hold back her own panic. She did not seem to believe her own words. 

An almighty crash shook the ship and knocked it off course. It began to steer into the black hole. Its menacing blackness swirled with greed. 

“Full speed!” Captain Scaye yelled over the coms. “Get us out of it!”

“No!” Clara screamed. “We can't just leave him!” She struggled to her feet against the rapidly tilting ship and made a jump for the hallway. 

Martha grabbed her arm and held her back. “Clara, we'll get sucked in if we don't move! We can come back for him!”

Clara fought Martha with all she had, determined to get to the bridge. The ship was listing to port nearly 80° now though, so what was once the floor was now a wall. The open bulkhead out of the bay was now more like a skylight. Random objects skittered down the halls with the tilt. It was all she could do to avoid a mechanic’s cart from crashing into herself and Martha. 

“Take cover!” She yelled, turning to Martha and dragging her into the airlock chamber. Here they might be tossed around, but at least no objects would hit them. The ship creaked and groaned like it was going to rip apart. Bolts shot out of their holes like bullets, making a terrifying pinging sound like rain whenever they impacted the opposite metal wall. 

Clara and Martha held onto each other for dear life. Was this what it was like to be on the Titanic on that fateful night? Klaxons blared through the halls, and from outside the airlock doors they could hear Malonyo screaming muffled orders. 

A final great lurch yanked the ship fully to its side and careened it towards the black hole. Clara and Martha were both thrown into the door jamb with a loud clang, knocked out cold. A mercy.

A/N: Two chapters in one day, look at that! I'm so proud of myself for not giving up on this story. I probably sound like a broken record right now, but please take a moment to leave a comment. I need all the encouragement I can get to finish writing this thing. I am beginning to wonder if anyone is still reading it anymore

[cannibalvillains]

About shipping my muses, n stuff.

Gonna keep this a a constant WIP, as I figure stuff out. But I decided this could be fun to make for mutuals who maybe wanna ship. Give yall an angle.

Generally ship tropes I like; Arranged Marriage, Toxic, Hate-fucking, queerplatonic stuff, partners in love and crime aka "murder boyfriends", whatever the Addams Family had going, tragedy

(.... Sorry im not awfully good with pure fluff, just don't do it for me. Also; pointing to my no smut rp rule)

Brief details on each respective muse are under the cut!

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Dabi (demiromanic bi)

Tbh if my Dabi actually has feelings for sb id say its time to run. He is obsessive as hell and he can't do relationships normally. He has straight up stalked several other muses by this point. It was for different reasons but affection is definitely one of them. Also expect it to be undoubtly toxic. He can genuinely love but also it's god awful. He's honestly most easy to deal with on a "we only fuck and nothing else" type basis.

Ships i like for him; Shigaraki, Twice, Hawks (only toxic hatefucking), ...

Overhaul (aroace, repulsed type aka "dont fucking touch me")

Right out the gate: don't expect normal relationship dynamics with him. Just don't. Fact aside that he generally just sucks with people, Im serious when I say he's aroace. He will never fall in love with another character and he will happily die a virgin because that stuff just makes him beyond uncomfortable. That said, I wrote him in tight knit relationships before and they have been some of my fav in recent past. Either way it's a slowburn.

Ships I like for him; Kurono, Nagant, ...

Spinner (bi-curious)

Tbh this man is open to be shipped with almost anyone. I haven't really done stuff with him yet, and he is also very open. Doesn't think about this stuff right now but he would try his best if put in the situation.

Ships I like for him; ???

Eri WE DO NOT SHIP THE CHILD

Enji (disaster bi, in denial abt liking men)

Taking current canon into consideration; Enji is old, tired and doesn't seem himself as "attractive" anymore. His marriage was more duty than love and these days he is most in of all concerned with fixing things with his kids. Trying to ship him at that age would take a lot of convincing. Trying to get him to cheat on his wife like 10 to 20 years prior is an option but can only end terribly. (please I absolutely wanna do that!!) Anything before his marriage would be battling his drive to become the number one hero. (also fun)

Ships I like for him; All Might ( yes its terrible ), Rei ( yes its complicated ), ...

Twice (gay, hopeless)

He's a mess. You may think this means he best works with other people who are well put together, but I (terrible person) like to see spiral, together with other messes. Enjoy.

Ships I like for him; Dabi, anyone LOV tbh (also just purely platonic stuff; we love to see it), ...

Bakugou (bi)

Main criteria for people Bakugou likes; they stand up to him and give him challenges. Just straight up best compatible with muses who are either an asshole equal to himself, or just say "No, stop being a dick. I won't take your shit." If your muse just follows along with whatever he does he will not give them the time of day. He won't care.

Ships I like for him; Occhako, Monoma, Fujimi, ...

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Sukuna (aro, an egnima)

I dunno yet what gets him... but you gotta be strong else he will just crush you and be bored. Probably best to get his interest through powerful Jujutsu/fighting skills though, obviously.

Ships I like for him; Gojo, Uraume, Toji, ...

Gojo (GAYYYY)

Definitely struggles to relate to people with his whole "its lonely being the strongest" business. Definitely not easy to connect to and will not be honest about his feelings. But BOY does he seek connection! Pathetic little man!

Ships I like for him; Geto(duh, tho tbh also love it as just best friends), Sukuna, Nanami, ...

Yuji (???)

I dunno yet, somebody give him Jennifer Lawrence! Or his former classmate, that seemed cute. Either way he is a sunshine boy who probably clicks easily with people but later in the story of jjk it may be difficult to get close, the trauma of losing people and all that....

Ships I like for him; ???

Maki (???)

I dunno yet either, give her Jennifer Lawrence as well! Ok no, forreal though. I think she needs someone who can help her relax and not be so stuck on her goals all the time (tho do support her goals... and shittalk the Zen'in clan together...!!)

Ships I like for her; ???

Kenjaku (EVIL)

Would probably fuck anyone. I dunno if you should get near them though. There is like.... ALL THE RED FLAGS. Doesn't care much for the people they start relationships with. To them it's just all a game.

Ships I like for them; Yuji's dad, Gojo (while disgused as Geto, def in a toxic af way), ...

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Law (gay af)

Honestly, this guy has a terrible taste in men and he knows it. He also hates it. He wants to have a good relationship but he got a tendency to get into the ones he regrets, and doesn't regret, but so damn regrets. I think there is a lot of fun kinda drama to be had here.

Ships I like for him; Kidd, Bepo, Zoro, Robin ( yes i said hes gay... they just match ), ...

Doffy (bi and awful)

On the outside Doffy is sweet, charming and flirty, makes all the compliments and expresses his care for his person of interest. He is also manipulative, possessive and most of all cares for himself.... YOU SHOULD RUN.

Ships I like for him; ...

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Zagetsu (nope)

Eh. I just have him to be a creature tbh. If you wanna ship with him genuinely, CONVINCE ME.

Ships I like for him; NAH