#{ and didn't tell anyone he knew how to fight until combat started

[hazashiovo]

Hiiii! I just saw you’re taking requests could you do some bolin and/or mako relationships hcs with a badass/cool/badgirl kind of s/o please? Thx so much in any case!

I gotchuuu 😉

Bolin and Mako x reader (separate) with a badass s/o

A/n: keep the requests coming people

When Mako first met you he knew you were trouble. From the way you were talking to how you acted,he knew.

You're the kind of person that says ACAB,very loudly, near a police station just to piss him off,and don't deny it.

Becoming friends was unusual to him,only for him to realize you're a really good friend but have odd ways of showing it.

One time this dude went off on Bolin, yelling something about his cabbages,until you appeared in front of him.

He swears he never saw someone go quiet that fast before. That's the first time he felt something for you(or so he thinks).

Mako would be reluctant in confessing to you. He would be worried you don't like him back or laugh about it in his face.

But it was nothing like that, because he didn't confess. You did. During a fight with the equalizers.

It was sorta funny really,for a few minutes mako thought he got knocked out and he was dreaming.

"Hey mako?" A punch in one's face, "What is it (Name)?" He dodges an attack.

"I like you!" You wink at him,after knocking an enemy out.

Oh and the expression on his face 😭

Yeah after you got rid of Amon's followers,Mako looked at you like you asked him to marry you.

It wasn't a shock when you got together, everyone shiped you.

The two of you are an amazing duo,bad ass boyfriend and even more bad ass girlfriend.

When he joined the police department,you joined him.

Now Mako knows your beautiful,and strong,but he still hates the way his colleagues undress you with their eyes.

God forbid anyone to try to ask you out without knowing you and Mako date.

It would sometimes create arguments between you two, Mako would say some harsh things,things he didn't mean. Of course the next day you'd make up.

But if it was for a girl to flirt with Mako, you wouldn't get all defensive because you trust him.

Now, leaving that aside.

One thing Mako noticed is that you can take good care of yourself,so you never were in need of help in combat.

But if it ever happens ,his whole world would crash,like if you're a bender, imagine Amon taking away your abilities.

Even without your bending you would be confident and strong,which makes Mako admire you more than before.

On top of it,you're great together and most of the people would say so.

Now Bolin here? Oh Bolin, when he first saw you his pupils turned to hearts,and I'm not joking.

Like,you would be over there with your cool car or cool motorcycle,and Bolin would gawk at you from across the street. He almost fainted when you crossed the street to start a conversation with him.

Of course Bolin would be a flustered mess every time you flirted with him.

Frankly all you wanted was a soft boy to match with your tough personality. The people who don't know you would think you'd prefer a boy with the same personality as you,but no, Bolin is the perfect boy.

Some people think you're intimidating,but not Bolin.

He knows you're badass,but he could never see you as scary.

He likes when you stand up for yourself,and for him.

One time Bolin happened to trip over this guy's cabbage stand,and he just flipped! Started yelling at the poor boy and all.

Until you came,you gave that man the coldest glare which made him shut up so quick. He couldn't lie to himself that he found it really attractive, especially in you.

I like to think that he confessed his love to you while you were saving him from Amon with the Krew. Imagine him just jumping on you , bawling his eyes out and telling you he's in love with you after he almost lost his bending.

Of course you accepted and returned his feelings,wich got the two of you in a long term relationship that is still strong.

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This one was cute 😽

[sapphire-weapon]

Sort of as a follow-up thought to this post...

I really can't wait for that Operation Javier project -- whether it's a full game or a DLC or whatever it is -- to come out and give us a closer look at what Leon's life was like between RE2make and RE4make. Because I think something that really gets missed in the fandom (likely due to the ridiculous misinformation listed on the wiki that then gets passed around the fandom like fact) is that Leon wasn't trained by the government to kill bioweapons. Leon was trained by the government to kill people. Ashley just got ridiculously lucky that the agent who was sent to retrieve her also happened to have experience fighting against bioweapons due to having been in Raccoon City.

It's subtle, but there's evidence for this in RE4make itself. It's actually baked into Leon's character arc.

At the Hunter's Lodge, Leon's trained response to encountering a person on the ground during a mission is to reach for his gun. He even starts taking it out of the holster. It isn't until the hunter appears to not be a threat that he puts it back down and tries to talk to him.

But when the hunter does become a threat, Leon doesn't hesitate in killing him. And not only does he not hesitate to kill him, but he even pulls out his gun and doublechecks that the man is really dead.

This happens before anyone knows that there's bioweapons at play. As far as Leon knows, in this moment, he just killed an old man in his home. Just an old man.

His subsequent conversation with Hunnigan is structured as such that the US's intel on the ground is only that Ashley is being held in this village. The statement "Something's happened to the people here" is tacked on as an afterthought, as something unexpected. Leon suspects that there's biological warfare involved after seeing the hunter come after him chittering and with a broken neck, but he doesn't get the chance to voice that to Hunnigan and ask for more information before he's interrupted and has to cut the conversation short.

Later, this happens:

Prior to Mendez mutating into his boss form, Leon didn't actually suspect that he was infected with las plagas. He was opening fire on and trying to kill a man who he thought, much like the hunter, was just a man. Because that's his job.

The line "I'll do my job" is particularly interesting, because most people think of Leon's "job" in this game as rescuing Ashley -- but that's not how Leon himself seems to see it. His mission objective is to rescue Ashley, but his job -- at least, in the context in which he says it -- is to kill people.

We also know that Leon was part of Operation Javier. This is never stated explicitly, but Krauser tells us this without telling us:

Krauser had a revelation in the jungle, and Leon was there with him in that jungle two years ago.

So, what was Operation Javier?

Well, we don't really know yet. I'm sure that it did involve bioweapons somehow -- Capcom wouldn't be making it into a separate title release if it didn't -- but that wasn't the original conceit for it set out by the US government in-universe.

This was the official mission statement for Operation Javier:

Eradicating drug cartels.

Which means going after people. Not BOWs.

And Leon being sent on this mission alongside Krauser and his unit didn't seem to raise any eyebrows or key anyone into the possibility that there could be BOWs involved. They all seemed to have been taken by surprise -- especially Krauser, which shouldn't have happened as Leon's trainer if Krauser knew that the purpose of Leon's training was BOW combat.

This also isn't the first mission that Leon was sent on alongside Krauser and his men. He says as much in the intro with the plural use of "missions" attached to his training.

So... Leon is a killer. He was specifically trained to kill people for the US government. He just happens to also be adept at fighting against BOWs thanks to his experience in Raccoon City. And what's chilling is that, during the intro, he also expresses a strange sort of gratitude for his combat training because it "kept [his] mind off things."

That's how broken Leon is going into RE4make. The kind-hearted guy who just wanted to protect people in RE2make spends the next six years following Raccoon City being turned into a hitman and murdering people for the federal government, and his response to that is "thank you."

That's why Ashley's contribution to his character arc is so important. At a certain point during RE4make, he stops fighting against the villagers and starts fighting for Ashley. She shakes him out of that killer's mindset and reminds him that, once upon a time, he was a boy named Leon Kennedy who wanted to save the world.

And the culmination of this is Leon's realization that both of these parts of him can coexist. He can use his intense combat training and killer instinct to protect people -- just like he protected Ashley. But he's not so naive anymore (like he was in RE2make) to think that he can protect and save everyone. And he was forced to accept, through his training and through killing Krauser, that sometimes some people need to be sacrificed in order for other people to be saved.

[writing-whump]

Sol, consider this little scenario - pups training goes more or less like planned, but then Dylan puts himself (involuntarily even?) in some kind of *situation* with human locals (alcohol included?) - what causes an outburst of protectiveness in Rip.🔥 (remembering his background ...) And then, of course, brothers have to deal with all this mess. 🙃

I would love to see some Rip POV. 👀

🐾.

Holding the beast

Really cool prompt, thank you! :D Some Isaiah pov at the start, then Rip's.

"Stay loose until the moment of impact, Rip. The tension slows you down," Isaiah said.

Hector gave him an angry look. "Oh, he will get it when he loses. Shut up."

Isaiah rolled his eyes. At least arrogant remarks like that made Isaiah feel a bit better about giving someone advice against his own brother. "Break his rhythm. You are letting him decide the beat of the whole fight."

Rip was breathing hard, but he was still light on his feet. Hector didn't bother moving around that much, standing his ground instead. Perfect target.

Isaiah could tell it was confusing for Rip's shadow that someone would just invite him to be for an attack.

Matthew was panting behind them, though he seemed the least tired conditionally, the way his muscles were in constant tension were a big tell of how exhausting the focus was.

Matt wouldn't let loose at all. Isaiah was tempted to just make a separate fight between the two of them to get his best friend of that painful holding back clench up he was in.

At first, Isaiah was a little worried about his stamina on the vacation. Meds or not, he was still weaker than he was used to, and he couldn't exactly push himself very much with Matt and Seline behind his back like that.

True to their word, Dylan and Seline knew about a beach behind the seaport lined up with rocks that was too uncomfortable and far away for most visitors. It had just enough space for the four of them to spar in and they could also use the shallow waters there.

It was September, so the beaches were way emptier than they should have been and completely empty during the cold mornings at 7 a.m. Hector, Matthew, Isaiah, Rip and Dylan made their way there every day. It was usually to tire Rip out, push him to his limits.

Hector didn't let Isaiah spar with Rip at all, effectively side-lining him to only watching. Was it part of the silent agreement to keep Isaiah from lifting a finger after the whole heart attack scare? Maybe Hector just enjoyed barking orders that much. Especially when he could override Isaiah.

As it was, Hector and Matthew then switched around in fighting, with and without shadows. Dylan tagged along, curious, but it was clear even to a newbie like him that he could no compete with the shadow level at display.

"Could I spar with Matthew then?" Dylan suggested feebly. While the kid was enthusiastic about physical combat, he was mesmerised by Rip's movements. Isaiah doubted Dylan could muster up enough focus for his own fight.

Surprisingly, Hector was rather gracious about the whole thing. He let Matthew and Rip spare after taking the first rounds for himself and then entertained Dylan with close-ranged hand-to-hand combat.

Dylan was good at boxing and in a good shape. Rip was out of shape since his injury, but the muscle memory and experience, adding with the sheer speed and harmony with his shadow were quite the combo.

He made Hector sweat, and that was something to see.

Rip had no formal training, which meant his style was unpredictable, dirty and deadly. It wasn't meant to be a friendly sparring with no results. His shadow kept aiming for deadly blows, completely out of control about intents in the midst of a fight.

Isaiah flinched several times when it happened, watching Hector like a hawk, ready to intervene. But Hector could hold his own.

Still, Isaiah would rather not let Rip spare with anyone else if he could help it. Not even Dylan...though Rip's shadow seemed incapable of attacking Dylan at all.

Strange dynamic.

Even in packs, fights were a healthy necessity. Training, play, negotiation of strength in the hierarchy, updating roles. It served all kinds of purposes, helping packmates recognize their strengths and weaknesses, improve and know what to cover in everyone's defenses during outsider fights.

There was usually something not working if two wolves couldn't have a sparring fight like that.

Not that Isaiah was an ideal example. He and Hector had to yet have a proper 'fight' since their reconciliation. Rip's shadow was way too aggressive around Isaiah, he didn't dare train Dylan directly with his lack of experience with huge shadows...

Honestly, the only one Isaiah sparred with regularly and enjoyed it with was Matthew. They have been able to do it since way back when. Isaiah couldn't remember their first friendly fight and didn't count them either. Another sign of how much he trusted him.

Maybe he should remind his second of that fact.

Matthew seemed…off. His red hair, plastered with sweat, curled in ways it usually didn’t, and the sunrise deepened the shadows under his eyes. Instead of challenging Hector, Matt followed his lead, letting him decide when to step in and when to stop.

Isaiah wondered if Matt wanted to be helpful that much that he had given up on any strategies of his own. If Hector was that overwhelming for him. Or if this was all done in the name of temporary truce to keep Isaiah from doing anything.

Hector's insistence with the training was puzzling. Isaiah couldn't find any signs that his brother was personally interested in the boy, even if he respected his skill.

Training with Hector was a special thing—as a branch leader he didn't gift that time and expertise to just anybody. Whoever Hector choose to spend attention on would count as his apprentice, as first in line for him to command, to trust, to give power to.

Doing this outside the pack? For a stray pup nonetheless? Impossible.

It was personally irritating to Isaiah that he couldn't quite tell what Hector was thinking. His ignorance and the years apart were painfully obvious in moments like these. He would have to swallow his pride and just ask Arnie about it.

If there was one comforting and not headache-inducing person in their little group, it was his girlfriend. Seline and her love for the sea.

"You can't tell me this isn't the true kind of magic. Witches and shadows are nothing compared to this," she told him on their walks.

She woke up early even though she liked to sleep in just to walk by the shore the wet sand and look over the tender waves of the morning stillness. Seaport was her second favourite place where she regularly showed him jellyfish and hundreds little fish swimming by the surface.

For a crowded sweaty sand beach, Isaiah had to admit the connection to nature was something very present. The sea creatures were everywhere, not shy around their human intruders. Somehow they accepted them as part of the world here, where the surface and the underwater collided. It was a welcome feeling for wolves.

When Seline wasn't swimming—her technique, polished from years as a competitive swimmer—she was walking along the shore or standing ankle-deep in the water, gazing at the horizon with a wistful smile.

Early mornings and evenings, when the beaches were still empty, she sang.

Witch magic resonating with something as vast as the sea was extremely difficult. Isaiah thought it was more sentimental than actually magical.

Except as the days went, he could see the waves responding to her. Speeding up and slowing at her command, with whatever rhythm she chose. The wind would pick up or still. The flow of the water would change, diving under, the colour darkening in strangely symmetrical shapes like triangles.

Thanks to her Isaiah didn't mind being sidelined that much. Walking hand in hand, enjoying lunch on the beach restaurants, exploring all the different beaches one after another while talking and talking...she didn't let him dwell on the training for too long. They discussed it, but their topics tended to get more abstract.

It was also a great way to get privacy since Hector only snarled and complained of useless nonsense whenever he tried to overhear.

Arnie didn't find the sea that fascinating. Actually, he spend most of the first week sulking. He woke up around noon, had lunch with them, trailed after Hector if he had nothing better to do or explored the town hotels. The historical little city of Nessebar had nice views and streets to offer. Arnie came with bags of souvenirs and clothes, cashmere scarfs and pelt coats.

Or he dragged Isaiah and Seline onto boat trips to all the nearest destinations. It was the three of them or Arnie at home with Hector binging some kind of show or two.

Isaiah wasn’t sure if Arnie avoided Dylan and Rip because they were younger or if it was something else. Back in the pack, Arnie would’ve been bullied without Hector’s protection. His sharp mouth developed to provoke reactions from people who otherwise ignored him. Isaiah used to worry about Arnie making friends. Seeing him grown and still isolated made it all too real.

"Ehmm...can I ask, how is this helping?" Dylan said, leaning towards Isaiah like it was a secret. "He was impressive before, so you making him better...is...eh?"

"I'm making him comfortable fighting with wolves with no stakes involved. Plus his shadow has a lot of pent up energy since the injury that needs an out."

Dylan grimaced at the word 'no stakes'. Of course, there were plenty of stakes for Dylan. None like the ones Rip was used to though.

Rip might have been improving through this, but he was also showing them how he worked. What he thought, fought and what he covered from. The best possible presentation of how to beat him.

But truly, Isaiah wanted to get to the core of the control problem. Safety, training, energy...what else was there? How much would it take for Rip not to feel threatened or to redirect that to the older wolves behind him than at the helpless people in front of him?

There was no logic to the fear and agression. That's what made it dangerous, tiptoeing on shadow madness.

Honestly, part of the training was also the vacation itself. Mundane situations. Eating food outside. Rediscovering the things Rip liked that had nothing to do with survival.

A decision had to be made.

Either Rip would trust them enough to stay, or he would leave. Both seemed equally likely.

Rip's human logical side wanted to please, heavy by debts and guilt. Yearning to succumb and to listen and be as little of a burden as possible.

The shadow side of him wanted to kill them.

It was convinced they were either going to hurt him or use him for something terrible as payment for the help. Every kind gesture felt like another trap.

Isaiah watched this and understood it more and more. That was the worst part for him: that his father could be kind and loving, that Isaiah had such great memories of him. He spent all his childhood wanting to be like him.

Moments of connection and conversations switching with the yelling, the pain and the humiliation. One face and then another, with no order, no way to tell what was coming next time.

Was it like that for you, too? Was your father a nice guy when he wasn't drunk? When he wasn't beating you up? Did he apologize afterwards? Was he a different person when the fit ended?

He couldn't ask something like that outright. But he caught himself wanting to. Hand outstretched, the question on his lips. Taking a breath and then shutting his mouth. It was so strange. Isaiah never talked about this with anyone. Never cared to. What good would it bring? If he wanted to cope, he could write a diary. Everyone else would be just hurt by what they heard.

Not Rip though. Watching him made Isaiah wonder if he could bring the kid any relief by simply understanding. Or maybe not. It wasn't like he could take the kid to therapy and his own studies didn't exactly specialise in wolves.

He would just have to wait and see.

...

By the time they walked from the beach to the apartments, Rip was exhausted. Physically, he felt good—his strength was returning, and every landed hit made him feel less helpless.

But there was also the other tiredness. The mental one, from decisions, from watching and being careful. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what these wolves wanted from him.

Was this all Dylan's doing? How could he believe that, when Dylan obviously had no power or influence over these wolves? Heck, he knew less about them than Rip did from the rumors.

Was this on Isaiah's orders? Doubtful. Hector Wolfson— who, by the way, didn't seem like a younger of anyone and anything, born strong and muscular and intimidating—was still figuring out too. His interest in Rip was superficial and conditioned by the Executioner's. Rip could tell as much.

Then what was he doing here? Was this an experiment? Charity? Who would have time and energy to spare for a nobody edging on craziness?

The idea they were, maybe possibly, unbelievably, good people doing him a favour made him feel bad. He had no way to pay this back.

The other option, that there was a secret intent behind this, made him feel worse.

His door wasn't guarded. His windows were open. He could run anyway he wanted. Bulgaria wasn't a bad place to start over. Corrupt little country that lived from tourism from the sea, filled with mafia families. He could disappear. The choas of the Balkan states, their disrespect for rules, the heated tempers of the people here—it made more sense than whatever this training was.

Rip found Dylan with his eyes, staring at his back. Dylan's little jumps as he walked couldn't be called walking at all. Always so much energy. So childish, so naive.

Rip grit his teeth. The third tiredness he felt was the rawness around his ribcage whenever he thought of Dylan. Of leaving him. Of staying with him. He was so innocent. But surely as he grew and gained the smartness to handle this world, he would come to understand who Rip was. Who he decided to save.

And then he would abandon Rip. Fair enough. The question was, should Rip wait around until that happened just to not feel any regrets?

"Finally!" Dylan stopped in his tracks, making Rip almost knock into him. "Ice cream. This looks good! Rip, want some?"

Rip cringed. They were going to disturb the formation.

The witch and the human brother went ahead to get them dinner. The Executioner and the Wolfson heir were at the front and the Executioner's Second trailed behind Rip and Dylan. Rip, really. Anyone could see how easy it was for Dylan to move between the tourists. Like he didn't notice they were humans.

Or maybe he forgot he was a wolf. Again.

A small smile tugged at Rip's lips. "Sure."

Dylan leaned over the ice creams where a very big and very bored looking man played with his phone. "Now want to pick...coconut, punch, pineapple, oreo, caramel, Nutella, chocolate, snickers..."

"Aren't the last three the same thing?" Rip stepped closer shaking his head.

"Of course not! Completely different flavours, man. Such a shame they don't have salty caramel, that one is the best-"

"What did you say?" The rough voice behind the ice creams startled them both.

"Ehmm, I was saying the ice cream-"

"You don't like my ice cream or what, you little punk?"

Rip hung back, separated from the human by the stand and Dylan, but the man’s tone made his hair stand on end. 'Let’s go, D,' he murmured, tugging Dylan’s arm.

"I didn't say that! I just meant that you don't have all the flavours popular at Sunny Beach or Nessebar right now, that's all." Dylan obviously didn't get the hint.

The guy's face went red. He made his way out of the stand, towering over both of them. "How dare you insult my ice cream, you-"

A shiver ran down Rip's spine despite the warm weather.

"It's just ice cream! What's the big deal?" Dylan said, rolling his shoulders. He was muscular and tall, but compared to the man he had a slim boyish figure. "You shouldn't be yelling at customers Mister, you will just chase them away-"

Why weren't the other wolves doing anything? Rip couldn't let himself check though. He couldn't drop his gaze from the man reaching his hand back to throw a punch-

There was a moment of darkness. Like a sudden hit of an eclipse. When Rip's vision returned, he was holding the guy's fist in his own in an iron grip.

The guy's large face was red with strain. He was pushing against Rip's palm with his whole body.

Rip felt a wave of repulsion so strong he thought he was going to be sick right in that moment.

He had not touched a human in years. His shadow was drilling its way out in the open. Rip couldn't let it. He couldn't let his shadow touch this person or he would be dead in a heartbeat.

Even so. He could not move away and risk him touching Dylan. That was the main priority.

He curled his fingers around the offending wrist in his hand. Just a slight twist and he could break it. He could make him kneel. He could rip the hand off in one smooth motion-

"What's the problem, sir?"

The Executioner's voice was smooth and calm, yet somehow snapped Rip's attention back to the present. The presence behind him radiated coldness, icy and intense. Alarming in the sunset heat.

"I-....He-...!" The guy was splattering for thoughts, obviously understanding how Rip felt. How could Isaiah say a word, sound that calm and scare the living consciousness out of someone?

A hand landed on his shoulder. It wasn't a friendly touch, but the bridge to the ice wastelands of the other world. Rip froze, stepping away at the same time as the guy stopped struggling, hand dropping to his side.

Isaiah snapped his fingers. "Take them home."

Then the steely grip on his shoulder turned Rip around. Back to the beach. Away from people, civilization, the easy summer vibes.

They didn't stop at the beach though. "Move. Up the hill, come on." Isaiah commanded.

And Rip listened. His body went on autopilot as he tried to keep his boiling shadow in check.

They went up the hill and then another one. It was just grass and bushes and a beautiful view of the water behind them. The combination of hills and the sea so typical of this landscape.

At the top of it, Rip was panting from running up for so long and so fast. He braced against his knees before dropping down to them.

He fucked up. He could have killed that man. Why would he go and try to start a fight over ice cream? Jesus, that made no sense.

Rip wrapped his hands around his head, bowing to the ground. The repulsion rolled through him, leaving sticky nausea behind. His skin was crawling under his sweaty shirt.

"I'm sorry," he managed to get out between unruly breaths. "I wouldn't have- I shouldn't have-"

"You better not," Isaiah agreed. "Don't think we are far enough for you to risk direct contact yet."

"I'm sorry." If Isaiah reconsidered and judged him too dangerous for this vacation—hell, for this city—he could kill him right there.

Was that why he wanted privacy?

Rip gulped down heavily, bile climbing up his throat.

"Wasn't your fault. That was extremely out-of-nowhere." Isaiah sighed. "Seline said people here have short tempers. And the whole area seems to be owned by some kind of mafia family. I underestimated the situation."

Rip dared to look up for a second. Was Isaiah apologizing or something?

"You have been doing well. You just need to build your confidence back up-"

"Don't be ridiculous," Rip interrupted. His shadow was wiggling and crying out, wanting to attack Isaiah for pretending like this was okay. "I know you must have noticed."

Isaiah pressed his lips together, hands crossed on his chest. "Your shadow's killing intent during the fighting? Yes." He sounded way too unconcerned about it.

"And just now. I did the same thing."

"Considering your backround, that was a trauma response more than anything else. You didn't even let your shadow up."

Rip froze, realizing that was true. While thinking about striking back and imagining it, he did it without reaching for his shadow first.

"It's okay. I won't let that happen again," Isaiah said. He sounded almost...soothing. Like Rip wasn't a murderer, a wild animal fit for killing, but a scared hurt child. Trauma response. Yeah, sure.

"Why- why bring me here?" If Isaiah wasn't about to kill him, what was the point?

Isaiah's shoulders dropped. "Let go."

"What?!"

"Just let go. It's safe from people. No one's watching. Don't...hold it in." He rubbed at his chest with one hand before making himself drop both at his sides. "I always did. It will add up and hurt you in some other way. Like the migraine, remember?"

Rip took a sharp breath, lowering his head again. What was that supposed to mean?

If he could do whatever he felt like doing, though...his body would have ideas. The waver in his will was enough for the hot bile to shoot up his throat. Rip retched into the grass, stomach muscles constracting violently.

His shadow whirled out and around at the same time as the second lurch brought up his lunch. He had a lot of food to bring up since he got under this weird pack's protection.

The waves of disgust and nausea rolled through him so intensely he forgot what he was supposed to be upset about. His skin burned and itched where he held the man's hand. His shadow clawed into the ground in a way Rip would be scared to look at. It was too furious. Out of control.

When he stopped convulsing over the ground with dry heaves, it was way after sundown, and violet darkness blanketed the beautiful view from the hill.

The Executioner was leaning against an old tree. Hands still crossed, expression unreadable. But his green eyes were clear and open. Attentive.

There was no yelling, threats, or critique. Somehow, the wolf's quiet presence didn't feel icy or overwhelming. He wasn't trying to be intimidating. Whatever he was trying to do, Rip didn't feel judged or evaluated. If anything, he felt empty. Hollowed raw.

But at least he didn't feel like exploding.

[moonlight-tmd]

Hey, I heard your a fan of Blitzbee. Are you by any chance also a fan of Angst? The kind that might have Bee switching sides if the Autobots aren't careful ;3

Actually i wrote something like that a while back! Took a bit to find it but here.

Basically the reason Bee switched sides in this one is because his friends treated him badly- they never noticed him hurting or ignored when he wanted to say or suggest something. They even scolded him when he did something bad or a mistake happened. He never got any praise for doing good on missions. They made him feel unwanted and alone even when they said they were his friends and acted like it most of the time.

Then he met Blitzwing and they fell in love. Bee told him over time how the others were treating him, Blitzwing told him how the Autobots Council were a reason for the war- they were selfish and bad and didn't care about the citizen.

Bee kept meeting with Blitzwing until Megatron got revived. After that he was always looking out at the skies in search to find the Warlord to know more. One time he found him and confronted him, to Meg's surprise the little bot seemed adamant to the idea of switching sides. They set up few other private meetings like this and soon enough Bee was free to join up.

In the meantime he started questioning his teammates morale and reasons to act- from what he knew Optimus was very obedient to the autobot cause, Ratchet was more on a neutral territory with this cuz medics couldn't really side with anyone in war, Bulkhead and Prowl didn't really care or knew about the whole situation other than the Autobot propaganda that the 'Cons are bad. Sari didn't count for she was just a kid but very much fooled by the lies of the Council told by Optimus. While they all were friends to him they were blind to the obvious and hurt him, he realized that he wasn't as close with them as he believed he was. That made him pick up arguments with them more often. After one certain fight that left a bitter aftertaste he decided that enough was enough.

He packed up and left the same night. He didn't bother leaving any note for the others, they needed to deal with the consequences of their actions. He camped out at his hideout for a while before sending the signal to Megatron to come pick him up to get to the other base.

All this time Bee was planning he never told Blitzwing any of it, he felt like if he did then Blitz would be against it or something- as much as he loved him he didn't want anyone but himself influencing his decision. Which is why when Megatron called a team meeting to introduce the newest asset in their team Blitz just stood there shocked. Only after Bee was left to settle into his new quarters Blitz approached him, Bee was feeling guilty about not telling him but now he could spend all the time he wanted with his beloved, Blitz came to terms that he'd be working with Bee rather quickly- in fact he was also happy he can openly interact with him without the threat of being sentenced a traitor.

Still, it was difficult to hide it around other 'cons. It didn't take long for Megatron to catch Bee and Blitz being all lovey dover with each other when he was looking for the scout to make more plans- "What you do in your private life is none of my concerns- as long as you stay loyal to the cause." Megs told him after he tried to bring up and explain the awkward situation from a moment ago. So them dating each other is not a problem. While Blitz is send to investigate or fight, Bee is kept in base where he helps make plans to gather resources and prepare the final strike at the Autobots thanks to his knowledge of the area from the time on their side. (and let's be honest, Megatron, unlike Optimus, realizes that Bee is not made for combat and is best left to help out inside.

In the meantime, Team Prime has assumed Bee was pulling another tantrum when they noticed he disappeared the next day. They kept telling themselves Bee will come back sooner or later... but the days passed and there was no sign of him. There was no signal on the radar nor the humans knew of his whereabouts. Before they knew it was 2 months of his disappearance, they did start to get worried and did hope he would come back, but he never did. In fact, the Decepticons were more confusing than ever, they must've figured out they were missing a piece and made the best of it... which ended in their downfall at last.

Team Prime went to fight a fleet of Decepticons, in the meantime Megatron and others stole the Allspark from the saferoom and prepared an ambush in the Autobots' own base. Autobots were captured and it didn't take long for Elite Guard to also be captured.

Bee requested that they leave his name out of the plans, he deemed it best to stay anonymous and just disappear for the Autobots' knowledge.

After that Bee kept helping out with strategies, he was surprisingly helpful when it came to 'distraction and advantage' kind of plans. While Megatron and other fleets of 'cons went to fight on Cybertron, Bee kept quiet and helping out behind the cuirtains. He did get to learn Longarm was a Decepticon and he didn't hold it agains him, Bee learned to not feel guilty for everything and Wasp was an awful bot and deserved it. Longarm/Shockwave was the only one he truly could call a friend now.

When everything was done, Bee got to take his life back on track- he got an upgrade to his frame which allowed bigger altmodes like a proper car instead of a compact- he chose a Lamborghini. His colors inverted to be mainly black with yellow details, one thing he learned from Prowl about stealth. Blitz was enamored with him, he was a tad bigger in height but still tiny and adorable- well, now the cuteness kinda got replaced with sexyness but still. Love it.

When Megatron got a stable rule over Cybertron he made Bee part of his court to help him unfuck what the previous Council has fucked. Finally everyone started to respect him and treat him good. It was tought trying to be all responsible and adult but with Blitz around it all was easier. Shockwave also helped him out with understanding the words and things being said.

Shortly after the War ended, Bee made an effort to ask Blitz to be his Conjunx- the final piece to make everything perfect. They had a beautiful private ceremony, the only ones invited were the ones Bee got acquainted well with over the time he was working on winning the war. They got an apartment in the best part of the city with the best view.

Then Bee got to direct and monitor the building of the new orphanage and needed to leave for a while, hence why they made sure to call each other at the end of every cycle to talk. Then to Bee's surprise, his old team got assinged the contract to build the space bridge to allow the facility to be accesible galaxy-wide.

After Team Prime has been captured, Bee persuaded Megatron to let them be repair bots. They might have hurt him but he didn't want them to die. So instead they got to do what they were supposed to do from the start- build and fix space bridges. Sari was with them of course, after being upgraded she didn't want to leave her friends all alone. She told her decision to her father when they met at the con base before the cons let him out and said her goodbye.

It wasn't the best reunion, Bee made sure all the conversation he had with them was about business.

As i said in the linked post above all this, they got to learn the story of how this all happened. Hearing all the praise and kind words about Bee and his actions and how much better the situation was after Megs took over made them finally realize that they were in the wrong. All that fighting was for the worse than for the better- they did hear rumors about how incompetent Ultra Magnus was with his rule that he ordered some low ranking clean-up bots or something to guard the Allspark. No names were dropped tho, an effect of Bee sweeping any info that might incriminate them under the rug.

They knew they hurt him and tried their best to get back in Bee's favor. At the end of this project their relation with Bee got a little better. Some time after that they got another contract to help out with another project under Bee's watch, then another. With each one they seemed to get on the good side again until Bee unexpectedly send them invites to a gala for the high ranking and important bots. From Bee's behalf they got their spa treatment to look good. It's then that Bee and them finally get to have a talk about everything. Team Prime acknowledged their mistakes and apologised and Bee accepted, it's been long enough for the scars to finally heal and let it be in the past. Bee regularly calls them to check in when they're out doing the job.

There, a dose of angst with a happy ending for everything. I really like the idea of Bee doing this for the bigger picture despite it hurting his friends.

I know, that's a really big text wall. Oh well, you asked for it. X3

[harveybwabbit92]

[Takes place after this, Belial, 80 and Riku are sitting the living room waiting for R/n to explain herself, this had been a long time coming that's for sure. Belial had suspected for while that R/n wasn't human and been patient with his wife hoping she'd open up to him eventually but that didn't seem to be in the cards until now...]

Riku: I just don't understand how Isla could have gotten her powers so early, Akari said her powers didn't fully show up until she was around 6.

Belial: That because Isla is a full blooded giant not a half-breed like the Zero brat's sister.

Riku: What?

*He looks at R/n who stares down at her lap.*

R/n: I don't know how to start this out.

80: Just do your best to explain.

R/n: Well, I guess it's no secret that I'm not what I appear to be- I think you figured it out over time or in Riku's case just this second...

Riku: You're not human?

R/n: No, I'm not....I need to get something.

[R/n gets out of her chair and goes into her office, she returned a few moment later with an old book, She opened it and places it on the table for them to see, It was photo of a picture stone from the viking age depicting a giant being fighting a dragon falling from the sky while tiny people cower from them.]

R/n: We were peaceful race that once lived together with humans, but as these things go our relationship soured and we were soon driven into hiding...

Belial: How the hell can mere humans force a race of giants into hiding?

R/n: Because that same race of giants were stupid enough to give some of those humans advanced weaponry to help combat threats. From a war hammer that controls lightning, to replacing a blind man's eyes with cybernetics so powerful they allowed him to see people half way across the land as though they were right next to him; we were naive... and we paid the price for it.

80: Wait, wait...A lighting hammer, a man with all seeing eyes? that sounds almost like...R/n, are you a jötunn?

R/n: Yes, but I've become quite used to the name frost giant, seems quite fitting considering...uh, ah!

[R/n grabs Riku's glass of juice off the table and stares at it, a few seconds later a layer of frost formed on the outside, R/n then used the reusable straw to pull the now Popsicle She handed it off to a stunned Riku.]

Riku: Is explains the snow thing...

80: And why your office is always so cold.

Belial: Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?

R/n: I was scared, okay?

80: Scared of what?

R/n: That...I- I thought if you knew what I was you were going tried to experiment on me or put in a zoo or something.

Riku: That's ridiculous, why would anyone-

R/n: Because I'm the last of my kind! The jötunn are gone I'm all that's left. and as soon as some rich prick alien figures it out; they'll do anything just have to have me. Especially when they figure out my lineage...

Belial: You're linage? What were your parents royals or something?

R/n: Humans have been known to call me Hel, though that was never my name to begin with.

Riku: Your father was Loki?!

R/n: Nods

Belial, still lost: Loki? Whose Loki? Was he important?

Riku: Loki was the god of mischief and was considered king of the frost giants. He had three kids with his mistress, a giant snake who circles the world, a wolf that never stops growing and a girl whose body was half rotting...

Belial: R/n doesn't look like she rotting away to me...

R/n: Yeah, those tales were very exaggerated...

[iamumbra195]

Me after I research the way ppl with light coloured hair were treated at school in Japan and make a bunch of headcannons about how Ichigo was probably picked on for his hair since he was little and teachers probably turned a blind eye or encouraged it and Masaki would always come to pick him up and yell at his teachers when they made comments about her 'fixing' his hair so he could fit in and then she decided to put him in karate classes so he could at least learn how to defend himself when she's not there and told him that he has to get big and strong so he could protect himself and his sisters like the superheroes on TV and when she died, everything got so much worse for him and he quit the dojo but he was getting older and bigger kids starting picking on him and beating him up and he wasn't good enough to beat them so he would come home all bruised and yuzu cried every time so he always tried to hide it from her but Karin always knew somehow and Isshin always patched him up and tried to reach out and tell him that he could talk to his teachers but Ichigo always refused because he didn't want anyone to take his mother's place and it would only make things worse for him if he got adults involved and Isshin understood that but hated feeling helpless, like he couldn't do anything to protect his own kid until finally it got bad enough that he couldn't stand by anymore because one of the stupid shits pushed Ichigo down the stairs and he broke his arm so he told Ichigo he would either have to get directly involved or Ichigo had to learn how to fight properly so he could protect himself and obviously Ichigo picked the latter so Isshin basically taught him hakuda because that was the only hand to hand combat he knew and this accidentally made it so that Ichigo dipped into his reiatsu reserves and made him as abnormally strong as he was in canon and after a while this training devolved into their usual silly chaos in canon because Isshin is not nearly as bad as the fandom makes him out to be and that's how they bond:

[clyde49]

I've been writing Space Ghost fanfiction. If you don't want to leave Tumblr the fic is under the read more

“You know some days I wish we were just boring lesbians.”

Moltar was reeling after what he considered another epic battle with his nemesis Space Ghost. They saw each other by random chance in the parking lot of this, kinda dive buffet restaurant on the edge of town and Space Ghost had chased Moltar to an empty parking lot a few blocks down. They battled each other for a bit before once again they both got tuckered out and just crashed on the sidewalk. Space Ghost typically said some sort of weird shit afterwards but “boring lesbians” was a new one.

“What?”

Space Ghost just laid on his back looking up before gesturing his head to look at his adversary as much as he could without sitting up. He wasn't as scuffed up after the fight as Moltar wanted but he rarely was.

“Like, some days I wish we could both be mundane women who love each other and sit around watching movies or whatever lesbians do. Instead of just doing this every time we see each other outside of work. Like don't get me wrong I love combat to the death until we both get tired, but like. In another life we are probably both just people who love each other instead of freaks that beat each other up.”

“If we were boring lesbians we'd both wish we were aliens freaks beating eachother up.”

There was a moment of silence before Space Ghost responded.

“You think so?”

“Trust me. I've talked to enough lesbians, most of them I've met want to be kaijus.”

Moltar let it bubble in his head that none of his problems would really go away if he was a human woman. if anything he'd have more problems. He'd still worry about his family hating him and social awkwardness and his job. He just knows he'd get in more trouble when he sets shit on fire. Supervillains always get more mileage out of crime than normal people.

“It's a “grass is always greener” thing, Ghost. Plus I don't think there's anything lesbians can do that we can't.”

Moltar looked back at where Space Ghost was only to see that he was starting to stand back up.

“That's true, but It would be nice to just hang out for once. Watch a movie or play a board game or something.”

“We can hang out, I'm busy tomorrow but-”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Moltar processed if Space Ghost was just really curious about his schedule or accusing him of planning something illegal. Regardless, the shithead was walking towards him.

“Me and the boys were going to the arcade. They got this new fish game we are all excited to try.”

“Could I come with you?”

“Dude it's going to be like, Zorak and Metallus.”

“I know them.”

Moltar let out a heavy sigh as the disaster of how bringing Space Ghost as a one plus would go formed in his imagination. Zorak was more than enough to worry about. Moltar knew if he brought both the bug and the ghost to the arcade with him that the “Fishmaster XD: Fish of Darkness” machine wouldn't make it long enough for anyone to enjoy the new game.

“They don't like you. Technically, I don't even like you. If anything I hate you more than I hate most people.“

Space Ghost was hovering over Moltar at that point and Moltar could tell by the sad sack look on his face he was debating between helping him up, kicking him while he was down or just leaving.

“Would you like me if I was normal?”

Moltar laughed at that one.

“I wouldn't even look at you if you were normal.”

The Ghosts expression softened.

“Well I'm glad I'm Space Ghost then.”

Space Ghost offered Moltar a hand and Moltar graciously took the support as he stood back up himself.

For a while they just stood there together, looking at each other. Space Ghost always had this faint, almost glow to him. Moltar didn't have an exact word for it, but it was like he had VHS warmth filtered over his personal aura. Moltar knew himself to also be glowing and warm on the inside, underneath his hazard suit, but most people wouldn't know that. The Ghost would, but most people wouldn't. Space Ghost broke the silence after a long moment.

“How often do we do this?”

“Huh?”

“Our whole “fighting randomly in public” thing?”

“I think this is the fifth time in three months.”

Space Ghost seemed to look over at nothing before looking back at Moltar.

“Hey Moltar, did you eat dinner before we started this? because I didn't and I'm still hungry. If anything I'm hungrier now. How about you?”

Moltar would never admit it but he was really glad Space Ghost asked.

“yeah sorry about that, I haven't eaten yet either. I just saw ya and.”

“You threw a fireball at me and yelled a lot so I started chasing you, and we both know the rest.”

“Yeah”

“Yeah”

Space Ghost started doing that dumb little smile he always did when a thought somehow snuck into his brain without shriveling up on the way in and had been flourishing for a bit in his empty skull.

“You know Moltar, if you're still hungry, I'll buy for us both. if you would want to share a table with me”

Moltar would never admit this either, but even after everything, he felt giddy about the idea of dinner with Space Ghost.

“Eh, why not, as long as you're buying.”

“I have more than enough cash for two all-you-can-eat meals and a good tip. Plus I've got some ones if you want to try their crane machine game.”

“I've tried it, it kinda sucks but I'll gladly waste your money on it anyway.”

They both looked around the empty parking lot they found themselves in.

“Ok, what direction was the restaurant again?”

Moltar hummed to himself a bit.

“I have no idea.”

[starlightshadowsworld]

Agency informant Izaya

Izaya knows how his ability works, better than anyone else. Sunsets Last Applause: The ability to view the memories of people.

What Izaya did not know was that he could send those memories to others. Izaya never done it, why would he?

He hadn't known such a thing was possible up until meeting Ango. And even than, he hadn't known his ability could do such a thing.

The first time Izaya used this application of his ability, was completly by accident.

Izaya had given the others an escape route on the Sky Casino and let himself be captured and distracting them from his friends.

He wasn't an official Agency member so he doubted they'd do much more than arrest him for being with them.

Izaya had been wrong.

Fukuchi had been curious about him, which made no sense because so little information on Izaya could be found. Not because of Perfect Crime though, Izaya could conver his own tracks.

He had been for years. But perhaps that was exactly why the head Hunting Dog was interested in him.

It started civil enough, Izaya admittedly shouldn't have laughed at hearing Fukuchi's plan. But it was so stupid, who decided the price of freedom was 500 lives.

And he was mad, Izaya didn't get mad often. But the Agency was his, his people, his friends. And Izaya had always been protective over what was his.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I see it in your eyes, you and I are alike. You will join me"

Izaya had scoffed, because no way in hell was he anything like this man. But Fukuchi simply nodded, not believing him at all.

"Than let's see, just how far your resolve goes." Said Fukuchi before the chatter turned into a fight.

Now, Izaya was not weak. He was far from weak but he was at a clear disadvantage. Fukuchi was the strongest Hunting Dog, he was in peak condition and a soilder.

Izaya was cornered, and in his panic he activated his ability. It was dumb, his ability wasn't combat based in the slightest.

But the terror that flooded his veins at facing this guy was overwhelming.

The last time Izaya fought someone this strong he nearly died and never walked again.

He locked eyes with Fukuchi and his eyes glowed.

Izaya was not prepared for what he saw. He was no stranger to suffering. He was well aware of the man he used to be.

...But this...

This made the old Izaya look like a saint.

"So that's your ability" Izaya's blood ran cold, how did he.... Realisation hit him hard. He was projecting the memory into Fukuchi's mind.

And Fukuchi was smiling. Smiling as he witnessed the suffering caused by his hands against innocents.

Izaya felt sick.

"What are you?" He gasped, he tried to look deactivate his ability but he couldn't look away. And Fukuchi wouldn't let him, keeping his head in place.

"Human" said Fukuchi with a cruel smirk, letting go of Izaya and standing up.

"But I'm afraid you won't be for much longer."

Izaya barely had time to react before a coffin was revealed, a sharp pain exploded from his neck.

And he knew no more.

[fanaticsnail]

MORE THOTS!!! You don't have to write anything with this but you can if you want. I'm kinda just regurgitating stuff like a teenage girl kicking her legs while writing in her diary lol.

The Greek myth of Atalanta. Atalanta is abandoned as a baby and raised by BEARS (symbol of Artemis goddess of the hunt) until she's found by hunters who take her in and raise her as THEIR own. She becomes a famed hunter by killing a boat sent by Artemis. Naturally suitors flock to her begging for her hand and of course don't take no for an answer so she proposes that they run in a race and anyone that beats her gets her hand but if they lose she kills them. This thins out the herd a little bit there are still some left who she races and obviously annihalites beats. Despite the murder of every loser people keep coming to ask for her hand. Until one day some guy rocks up who's different. In some version of the myth he meets her on a hill while she's practicing and compliments her skill and doesn't undermine it by saying "you're pretty good for a girl" or anything stupid. Other versions he just meets her in asking for her hand and is very cute and sweet and even Atalanta feels bad about inevitably killing him.

But he he has a trick up his sleeve. He went to Aphrodite who totally shipped it and agreed to help.

See, Atalanta loves shiny things.

So, come to the race, he is almost immediately taken over before he drops a golden apple. Atalanta stops to pick it up, letting him get some headway. Atalanta immediately catches up again so he drops another apple. And again she catches up and he drops his final apple. This time he manages to cross the finish line just in time (the myth is open to interpretation about whether or not she took a little extra time to smell the roses on her way back from the third apple).

Summary of the myth that I find very engaging story telling: https://youtu.be/zjTDoXGR7-M?si=E2Tc87kkP7HO09L1

(idk how much this makes sense bc I used they/them pronouns for both)

So, imagine one piece characters with a crush on someone who is a master of their field (archery, hand to hand combat, or even intellectually, etc.). They've spent their whole life being underestimated and mocked and had to claw their way to the top, and then when they finally reached the top everyone who doubted them did a 180 and started sucking up to them. And they know that it's not out of any actual appreciation of their personality, or value for their thoughts and opinions, or even admiration of their skills. They know that all they are seen as now is a trophy on someone's arm, or a weapon in someone's army, or a challenge for someone to rule over. People just want to be the one to have them, to own them, to teach them to submit so they can boast their own strength and feel good about their ability to dominate someone so strong.

So they build up walls, they ignore any compliments which are really just attempts of flattery, they grow cold. Until eventually they even lose the joy in their own craft, having been the thing they devoted so much of their life for only for it to leave them alone.

They make a deal. Anyone to beat them at their own game wins their hand in marriage, but all who lose will die.

And it scares off a few and gives them a good excuse to kill the rest, and they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to the fight so no one can really oppose them. Besides, they don't feel much guilt for those who can't take no for an answer.

Until one day they meet their one piece character.

Maybe they pass through and hear about a challenge and want to participate, only for the master to realise halfway through that they don't actually know the stakes at hand and spare them because it wouldn't be fair to kill someone who didn't know they were fighting to the death. Technically leaving the battle forfeited.

Maybe they happen to catch them about to kill one of the losers and try to stop them and it starts off as an annoyance/enemies-to-lovers misunderstanding.

Maybe if their love interest is a strawhat they're convinced to join them in search of an actual challenge so they can find joy and purpose in their fights again.

Whatever the reason, they either start travelling together or keep meeting repeatedly. And they get to know each other.

And the walls come down, brick by brick. And they don't even realise how much of themselves they've willingly given until it's harder to ignore compliments and write them off as superficial flattery when their one piece love interest compliments them on things about themselves. They've been recognised for their skill and their looks and their mind before and they've gotten so used to it that it washes off them like water off a ducks back.

But their face flushes when their love compliments the effort and time they put into honing their skill. Not just the way their skill serves them. Not just as a weapon. But as a craft.

And their hands shake when they're complimented for the way they've done their hair, or chosen their outfit - things that they've chosen about themself. Or their love reassures them that the scars they carry aren't signs of failure or even endurance, but signs of healing and growth. And they confess that every time they see them they are filled with both gratitude that they lived through them and were shaped by them so they could meet each other as they are. And with anger that they ever felt they had to suffer to prove themself.

And something lodges in their throat and stings from behind their eyes when they're complimented on their mind. Because they realise that someone is listening to and respecting their thoughts. And the fact that they know what compliments mean more to them is a testament to the time they've spent together.

They realise that although they haven't thawed their cold completely, they were never made to feel bad about it. Because on the days when they are still cold their love burns warm enough for the both of them.

And then their love challenges them. And it all comes crumbling down.

The love that they've felt building is washed away by betrayal.

Why? Why challenge them? Why now? Why not sooner, why wait so long?

Then the fear. Fear that answers their questions as quick as they come. They only ever wanted to challenge them. They never loved them. They were biding their time to know their weaknesses and practice their strategy. Or perhaps they didn't initially intend to fight them but they grew bored. They weren't enough to be worth keeping around and this was just to entertain themselves. They spent their whole life trying their best to be the best and it wasn't enough, and when they finally let it go and breath and feel they can be themselves that wasn't enough either.

And of course the deepest fear. Because they know that their love interest won't win. And even in the midst of betrayal they don't want to kill them.

But a promise is a promise. Having grown up swallowing weakness and never feeling fear before a fight - because they were never in danger of being beat - they seek to squash it down and the only thing they can grasp at is anger.

Anger that they were taken advantage of. Anger that their time was wasted. Anger that their heart was broken.

And they don't hold back.

Or they don't mean to.

But the fight lasts longer than it should. Long enough that they realise they're pulling their punches despite themself. Long enough that they realise that even their weakest of attacks would have been more effective before, based on their knowledge of their loves abilities. Long enough to know that they've been practicing. Long enough to see their love is breathing fast and sweating hard, hands trembling.

Long enough that they blink and catch themselves no longer fighting like it's a chore. Not because they're a challenge - even years of practice couldn't pose a threat to them - but because for the first time in years their opponent is taking them seriously.

And it breaks them. Cursing, crying, screaming at their love.

Because why have they challenged them if they know they couldn't win?

And then their love admits it. That they loved them and couldn't bear it any longer but they'd never ask them to yield in their fight. They'd rather die by their hand than live without it, because that is the only heaven they'd ever need anyway.

That they practiced and honed their skills, not because they ever entertained the notion of being able to beat them, but because they wanted to be a fight worth remembering. They wanted to give them back their joy in their art.

I will absolutely write this for you. This sounds spectacular. I love it.

Adding it to the list. Do you have a preference in mind for a character, because I can truly see someone like Sanji, Usopp, Buggy, Shanks or Mihawk. Angsty, flirty, piney is what I do and I can absolutely see these themes incorporated into it.

The thought of Shanks challenging in archery has me literally sobbing because he only has one arm but will still try as he might to win her hand.

Masterlist will be updated once completed, please advise on a preferential character and I will adjust accordingly!!

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Sorry if I talk about this but it bothered me that some fans were talking about the scene where Sasuke tells Kakashi that he wants to kill him, and well some fans were saying that Kakashi could have ended Sasuke there (which I don't know because I'm not interested in fights and I don't know what would have happened).

But what I hate is that because of that, Sasuke's fans instead of defending him started hating Kakashi and saying bs like "He literally tried to, he tried to kill Sasuke but was too weak to do so and failed. Kakashi was trying to kill sasuke, meaning he wasn’t holding back. He just couldn’t do it cause he’s weak and a fraud"

Kakashi didn't want to kill Sasuke, he only says it once Naruto arrives at the scene, but before that he never showed any intention of trying, also "weak" "fraud" gosh I hate this fandom...

Kakashi straight up told Sasuke he didn’t want to fight, and while we don’t see anyone say he’s holding back in this fight we hear Obito say it in their fight later on

Obito, who Kakashi had resolved to kill but was still holding back against because deep down he couldn’t do it even if he knew it would be better for the world

Kakashi was fighting to defend himself, not to kill Sasuke. Sasuke was the aggressor here. Kakashi had flat out stated he did not want to fight and Sasuke laughed and said he was ‘itching to kill Kakashi’

Now that being said, no Kakashi wouldn’t have one and that’s cuz Sasuke got hax after hax

Sasuke got enhanced abilities as we understand from the scene of Sakura talking about how unnatural his power growth seemed, and Kakashi states then and there that there is only one way he can think of to combat that, and that idea ONLY works for Naruto

Not sakura

Not him

Not Sai

JUST Naruto (aka Main Character treatment obv)

And by the time that Sasuke and Kakashi fight, Kakashi has fully recognized that Naruto surpassed him. Ssuke is a foil to Naruto. If Naruto has surpassed Kakashi, Sasuke has surpassed Kakashi

This isn’t because Kakashi’s a ‘fraud’ or ‘weak’ it’s because as the antagonist to the main character Sasuke is meant to get stronger

To pose a threat to Naruto’s growth and a challenge to Naruto

If he wasn’t able to beat Kakashi he wouldn’t be full filling his role in the storyline

That being said, when everything is said and done

Kakashi is a shinobi of his own skill, even teaching himself to use the sharingan which is a huge drain on him

Sasuke and Naruto are god tier Shinobi. NO ONE (until Boruto’s mess) can face them by the end of the manga. Kakashi is still a regular top tier shinobi

I do not know how to make people understand, but Kakashi is a Kage level shinobi. He can face almost anyone and not break a sweat, and those who will cause him to break a sweat are top tier shinobi or straight up GOD TIER

SAsuke and Naruto get granted permebent power ups, Sasuke with a lot more questionable methods at the start of shippuden, because they’re the two characters Kishi wanted to make the power houses. The main character (naruto) and his fpil

If they didn’t surpass Kakashi, Kishi would have been doing the story an injustice. Espeshally given Kakashi’s belief in ‘the bext generation surpassing the past’ (kishi did a huge disservice to this idea by bringing the past Hokage into the big fight against Madara. The allied shinobi forces should never have needed rescuing from Minato and should have been able to figure out their own way to protect themselves)

To reiterate: Sasuke, by the kage summit arc, should have logiclly surpassed Kakashi because of all the power up’s he kept getting handed

If he had not surpassed Kakashi, he would not be at Naruto’s level which would not make him a good foil to Naruto

[michelleleewise]

Frozen Hearts

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, mentions of cheating, mentions of injuries (not graphic) loki stitches you up

Summary: after your fight with loki you avoid him, until you can't.

Part 7-

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You spent the next few days avoiding everyone. You hated that you lost it in front of everyone. Loki had tried to come talk to you several times, but you couldn't face him, not after that. You knew he was just trying to get a reaction, but you hadn't meant to give him one, or call him names. He didn't know any better, or what had happened. You sighed getting up and heading to shower. You knew you had to venture out, you just hoped no one would be around.

You got dressed and headed to the kitchen. The tower was eerily quiet, like you were the only one there. You started your coffee when your phone went off telling you to report to the conference room. "A mission, right now?" You sighed. Grabbing your coffee you headed out. Making it to the office you saw director Fury and Loki sitting alone at one of the tables. "Where is everyone?" You asked looking around. Loki turned and looked at you, you could have sworn he looked sad, before turning back around. "They're all on another mission, it's just you two, have a seat." Fury said.

You sat across the room from Loki, trying to avoid his stare. You couldn't deal with it right now. "So, we have a situation that popped up, quick in and out. But it requires stealth." Fury said pulling up a screen. "There's a small HYDRA facility we need to get in to, they have files we need. You need to get in, download the files and get out." He said handing you a USB stick. You and Loki looked at eachother "Fury, isn't there someone else who can assist her?" Loki asked looking away, you had to admit that hurt a little. You put your head down trying not to think about it. "No, there is no one else. Now I've heard you two have had an issue recently, but I know you both will act professionally correct?" He asked looking between you. You both nodded as he continued going over the details.

You went to your room to get ready, you only had an hour before you left. Slipping into your combat suit, you secured your hair and grabbed your guns, sticking the USB in your pocket. You made it to the jet before Loki, taking a seat trying to calm down, he walked in shortly after in his asgardian armor. If you were honest you'd never get tired of how he looked in it, the way the leather wrapped around his frame, accentuating his build. You knew you were staring but you couldn't look away, until you caught him looking at you so you quickly turned your head, missing the smirk he had. You put your earpiece in and heard Fury "ok, Loki's gonna be flying you there, be on your toes. With everyone gone you don't have backup. Be quick and be quiet." He said "yes Fury." You said strapping in as Loki started the jet.

The ride was silent, neither of you talking. You wanted to apologize but it didn't seem like the right time. You landed and made your way to the the facility. It looked small, not many gaurds, it should have been easy. "I'll go ahead, and take out the gaurds. And you find the computer." Loki said crouching down. You nodded as you saw him shift into one of them. You stared at him for a minute "what?" He asked looking at you "nothing. I forgot you can do that." You said looking back to the building. "I can do so much more." You heard. Rolling your eyes you waved for him to go.

You watched him take the gaurds out as he signaled you. You made your way into the building, not seeing anyone else. "It's too quiet." Loki said looking around. You nodded but kept moving. You found the computer room "I'll go in, you keep watch." You said as he nodded shifting back to himself. You found the main computer, you looked over seeing him in the doorway you took the USB out of your pocket and went to put it in the slot, when you heard an odd click sound. You stood up, looking at Loki who you noticed was looking at you. "Loki.." you said when suddenly there was an explosion.

There was a loud ringing in your ears. You opened your eyes but you couldn't focus. Something was lifted off you as you felt someone grab your shoulders. You closed your eyes, willing them to focus, opening them it was still blurry "Loki.." you whispered as you reached out and felt something soft, running your fingers through it you realized it was his hair. You pulled your hand back as you laid there. You went to sit up but a sharp pain ran through your side. "Y/n, can you hear me?" Loki yelled, "a little bit!" You yelled back, the ringing still prominent. "Come on, we need to go!" He yelled. You felt him pick you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

With your head on his chest you could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke to someone but you couldn't hear him. The pain in your side was getting worse as you started to feel tired. You closed your eyes for a second as you were jostled awake "stay awake y/n, no sleeping." You heard loki half yell so you could hear him. But your eyes were getting heavier the longer he walked. Every few minutes he's shift and tell you to stay awake. "Please, I just need to rest for a minute." You said laying your head on him. "No y/n, I need you to stay awake, please." You heard. Why did he sound so sad? You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry but you could see his stern expression and the red in his eyes. Was he crying? You thought, but put your head back down.

You woke up being laid on something soft, a couch? You tried to sit up but were gently pushed back down. "Stay there" you heard Loki say, so you laid back. Your head was still fuzzy but the ringing had lessened. You opened your eyes to Loki kneeling next to you opening a white box. "What's that for?" You asked looking at him. "I need to try to bandage you." He said looking at your stomach. You leaned up seeing a piece of metal sticking out of your abdomen. "I need to take it out, is it ok to cut your suit?" He asked looking at you. You nodded as you laid back down. It was right by where your scars were, but there was nothing you could do.

"Here, bite this." He said handing you a small towel. You bit down as you felt him pulling the metal out throwing it on the floor. You laid there as he cut part of your suit away and stitched the cut. "I need this back." He said grabbing the towel from you, putting alcohol on it cleaning around the cut before putting a bandage over it. You looked at him as he put everything away, his hair was a mess, his eyes red, he looked more of a mess then you felt. "Loki.." you said getting his attention. "Yes y/n." He said looking at you. You stared into his eyes, the green was mesmerizing.

You may have been a bit delirious but you reached out cupping his cheek, feeling him lean into your touch "Thank you." You whispered as your thumb rubbed his cheek. He closed his eyes, putting his hand over yours "I'm sorry y/n, im so sorry about everything" you heard his voice crack, as he opened his eyes you saw a tear fall. You wiped it away with your thumb as you looked at him. "Me too Loki." You smiled. He smiled at you as you felt your eyes drooping. "You rest, we'll talk when your awake." You heard him say as your hand found a strand of his hair, putting it behind his ear. "Your hair is soft." You sighed, you heard him laugh as you closed your eyes. This time you didn't want to sleep...

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Meeting your Family | Todowife AU

This the last time I'm putting TodoWife Au

Im just gonna connect all the stories on my Masterlist

Once you get to the end~ Who do you think it is?

Enjoy🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

(d/o/y/c)-Dish of your choice

⚠️[Warning: Mentions of violence, mentions of assault, mentions of violence, mentions of blackmail, mentions of kidnapping, and honestly this is really fluffy]⚠️

There was nothing like being home again and the warmth of your family was proof.

"Oh (Y/n) I can tell you've got great news! Your absolutely glowing."

Your mother always knew you best and you couldn't stop smiling since you started pulling up to such a familiar house. Whether it was because you were in a home without all the invasive and creepy behaviors of your in-laws you or just being somewhere familiar, you were content. Even with the newer edition of your step-father it still felt like home.

"Oh young (Y/n) it's so good to see you again!"

A certain mentor pulled you into his frail frame hugging you with as much might as he could. Once he released you from his embrace he went right on to your husband. It wasn't as weird to you or your brother now that he wasn't officially teaching; granted he always hung nearby thanks to his successor but now that Izuku was all grown up he had loads more time to himself.

When you both, Izuku and you, found out they were dating you both weren't upset. More or less just being confused every time you went to visit your mother, the infamous mentor was there. Your husband-back then unofficial boyfriend-loved this new arrangement. Considering all his favorite people were in one place he was almost more excited than you for the monthly family dinner.

You both brought (d/o/y/c) soon dividing from one another. One helping in the kitchen with Mama Midoriya and one setting up the table in the dining room with Papa Might. The bliss of the Midoriya-Toshinori home wasn't disrupted when the No. 1 hero came knocking. Again your husband absolutely loves your family, already speed walking to 'casually' greet his best friend. Izuku made his rounds in hugs before getting to you.

You knew in the beginning of your relationship he was hesitant not only was it his baby sister playing with fire but having to suspect one of his closest friends. After you assured him about actually loving him (Shoto) and in turn Shoto proclaiming his own passionate speech about loving you, fighting darker desires, and his own ambitions of being a hero he stopped worrying. And it stayed that way. Not worried about the affairs of his sibling while he worked on being the greatest hero. That was until about a week ago when Shoto subtly slipped him a key and locations of randomly hid safe houses. For the past week Shoto avoided the topic, so today he intended to get some answers.

Dinner went well and your announcement made everyone explode with joy. Overexcited Inko and Yagi guide you away to talk about tips, tricks, names, and everything between leaving the men to discuss.

"So what was that key and those locations about, I didn't tell anyone but...I need to know."

"You know my family, right?"

"...yes" How could he forget? Anyone who had eyes on your wedding day afterparty could see the way his family treated you and frankly he was more worried about them.

"They are.." Shoto didn't dare look in those wide eyes. "They are all too happy about the baby."

"What do you think they'll do?" He knew what he was really asking. How much danger is my sister in?

"I don't know." He tried to keep his voice low, "kidnap her, take advantage of her, steal the baby. I don't know."

Shoto put his index and thumb on his temple. Izuku put his fingers in front of his mouth and the mumbling ensued. In an odd way this comforted your husband and he trusted in the slightly disruptive analyzing of the No.1 hero.

When you returned with a bag full of pregnancy books, courtesy of your mother, your husband and Izuku looked at one another the way they did when they figured out how to combat a villain. You raised in eyebrow questioning your husband but he just smiled before saying his goodbyes and guiding you to the car. When you tried to question him in the car he only responded with incredibly feverish kisses.

"(Y/n) I love you so much!"

Preview of Chapter 4:

"I need your help with something."

"Oh sure I'd love to help! As long as you give me your number!"

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Panic

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2591 words

Warnings: anxiety? 

Summary: Reader gets freaked out when she thinks they're hurting Isaac and they find out its because he's her anchor. (Inspired by 3x02)

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You didn’t have a problem at first.

Erica and Boyd were gone and if there was anything that any of you could do to find them, you knew that you had to. If you didn’t track them down soon, something awful was going to occur and that couldn’t happen.

You couldn’t lose anymore people.

So, when Deaton suggested some kind of ice bath to figure out where they were, you weren’t opposed. In theory, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal and given all the times that Dr.Deaton had helped you out in the past, you didn’t question it.

Until you found out that they were planning on nearly killing Isaac.

For some reason, as soon as you were in that back room, with that ominous tub filled to the brim with freezing cold water, you could hardly breathe.

It was too much.

As soon as he got into the water, you could tell that something wasn’t right but that feeling only grew when he started thrashing around and doing everything he could to get out, his eyes glowing yellow and teeth bared.

“Stop! You have to stop” you started, the words weak as they left your throat, panic rushing through you at the thought of what they were doing.

No one moved, only increasing the constricting in your chest, your hands closed so tight that you feared you may actually shred the flesh of your palms with your claws.

They were going to kill him, and everyone else didn’t even seem to care besides you. It didn’t make any sense. Were they really just going to stand here and watch him freeze to death? Or drown?

“You’re killing him!” you screamed, worried that if you didn’t do something, Derek would drown Isaac in a desperate attempt to find out where the others were.

Not that it really mattered because you were almost entirely convinced no one was listening, until finally, Deaton spoke.

“Get her out of here!” Deaton decided, urging whoever was closest to get you somewhere else until they were finished. If they weren’t able to finish this, it would all be for nothing and if you couldn’t be calm enough to be here, you were going to have to leave.

Isaac had agreed to everything that was happening, and he was fine.

They couldn’t stop everything just to prove it to you.

Scott was the first to move, perfectly aware that as much as he didn’t want to leave Isaac’s side, you weren’t going to leave with anyone else.

As long as Isaac was under that ice cold water, you were just going to have to deal with him.

After all, if anyone had any hope at calming you down, it was him.

“Come on Y/N. Let's get you outta here” he suggested, forcefully taking your arm and leading you out of the room. You put up a hell of a fight, just like he knew you would, but as soon as you saw his eyes glowing amber, you settled down pretty well.

No amount of anxiety could combat his abilities, besides, deep down, you knew that Scott would never let anything happen to Isaac.

He didn't speak again until he was sure that you were calm, sitting down on the front step of the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

The cool night air was doing a good job at keeping  you relaxed, and your blood wasn’t boiling quite as much as it had been.

At the very least, Scott could talk to you now.

“Are you alright?” he hummed, bumping your leg with his foot, just to make sure that you were still here with him. He could only imagine how hard it was for you to see Isaac like that, in what could certainly become a life threatening situation.

Since you had come here, and joined Scott’s ‘pack’, no one had made quite the impact on you that Isaac had.

It was clear that he was important to you, but no one realized just how much he meant to you until right now. The way you had panicked seeing him there, unconscious under the water, you were inconsolable.

He had never seen you like that.

Not even when you were completely out of control.

“He’s safe, isn’t he?” you clarified, your breath still as rigid and shaky as it had been as soon as you saw Isaac in that ice bath. You weren’t even sure what it was about it that struck you so bad, but you didn’t like it.

All you knew was that you didn’t like it.

Scott nodded, a small smile on his face at just how much this whole thing meant to you. In a strange way, it was sort of sweet that you were so worried about what happened to him.

For a guy who didn’t think he had anyone in the world, he certainly had one person who would have done anything for him.

“Then I’m fine” you hummed, a new sort of calm washing over you as you decided to believe him. As long as Scott knew that Isaac was going to be okay, you didn’t have any reason to worry.

It was when he started worrying that you had to be scared.

“I’m sorry about this whole thing, I usually have control over it. I just freaked out” you sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what had come over you. Now that you were out here, it was fading but not gone.

That pull to him, that panic that filled you as soon as he was in any kind of danger. It was like being away from him physically hurt you, it just didn’t feel right, no matter what.

It was driving you crazy.

You had never felt like that before, not ever, but since you met him, it was like it was all you could think about.

Not that it was entirely your fault.

You weren’t familiar with the concept of an anchor of course, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have one. Thankfully, Scott knew enough about it for the both of you, and it was about time that you realized just what was happening to you.

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault” Scott hummed, his voice filled with the normal level of support and care that you were used to.

He really was good at this.

“Do you know what an anchor is?”

You didn’t, but thankfully, Scott had more than enough time to fill you in.

Granted, every word he said was insane.

The idea that you and Isaac were linked somehow didn’t make any sense, and really, you weren’t sure that you believed it. After all, it had to have been the most outlandish thing that you’d ever heard in your life.

...but you didn’t think he was lying to you either.

He had no reason to lie, and even if he did, it was just too close to a realistic explanation. 

The idea that there was a werewolf-related reason for you to be so attached to him kind of made you feel better, as weird as it was.

At least that explained why you were powerless to actually do anything about it.

“I’m gonna go check on them” Scott decided, eventually standing to head back inside once he was sure that he’d said all there was to say. Giving you some time to process everything that was going on couldn’t hurt.

Besides, if Isaac wasn’t out of the water by now, he wasn’t going to just bring you back in. You had calmed down a little but as soon as you saw him like that again, the panic would come back.

It  would all be for nothing, and he hadn’t gone through all this for nothing.

You could come in once everything was said and done and he was okay.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take too long, because neither Scott nor Deaton was all too convinced that you would stay outside for much longer.

After all, that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach was only getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked by and it was only a matter of time before you made your way back to his side.

Not that you could be blamed, because apparently it wasn’t up to you.

Nothing felt like it was up to you anymore.

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Eventually, you decided that you’d had enough of the distance, and after double checking to make sure that you could handle it, you stood to go back into the vet Clinic.  

It seemed like the only good thing to come out of Scott telling you about your relationship to Isaac was that you felt like you had some control over the way you felt, at least, as far as this was concerned.

He could handle it.

Scott wouldn't have let him get in that ice if he couldn’t, and all you could do now was hope that this whole thing was close to over.

Which, thankfully, it was.

By the time you got back into the heat of it, Isaac was out of the tub, a towel thrown around his shoulders as he tried to combat the dropping in his temperature. 

Even with his enhanced healing, his body was taking a while to bounce back.

To be fair, they had nearly killed him just now.  

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Scott hummed, the first to speak after he noticed you there in the entryway, clearly trying to gauge how  you were holding up.

He wasn’t shocked by how you reacted at first, but now that Isaac was back in the land of the living, he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. You had just learned quite a bit about him while he was out, after all.

Things that he didn’t even know.

You only nodded, doing everything you could to let him know that you were going to be okay, though you couldn’t force your eyes away from Isaac’s shivering frame. 

Deep down, you knew he was going to be okay, but seeing it for yourself felt different.

It was like a wave of relief nearly knocked you off your feet.

You didn’t know what to say, all you knew for sure was that you’d never been so happy to see someone in your life.

“Why don’t we take a second to regroup, then we can discuss what can be done about Boyd and Erica?” Deaton suggested, sharing a knowing look with both Scott and Derek, who could clearly see what was going on as well as he could.

In fact, the only person who remained perfectly clueless to the things unfolding around him was Stiles, who stood as stuck in his place as ever, until Scott ushered him out with the rest of them, leaving you and Isaac alone.

Given everything that you two had just gone through, he was sure there was something you wanted to say.

The least he could do was give you a couple minutes to work it out.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was going to figure out right where the Alpha’s were keeping Erica and Boyd in the next fifteen minutes.

You could spare this time, and then hopefully, both you and Isaac could actually use the connection between you to actually benefit the pack, instead of just hovering around one another in confused silence like you normally did.

A silence that was currently holding all of your attention as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say to him.

Now that it was just the two of you here, it felt like there was both everything and nothing to be said at once.

You just weren’t sure which would be better.

“Are you okay? Scott mentioned you were having a hard time” Isaac spoke first, hoping that he could get you to elaborate. There was clearly something that was bothering you but when he tried to get Scott to tell him, he wouldn’t.

All he kept saying was that he could ask you himself when you came back in.

“I guess so. I’m just glad you’re alright” you allowed, a small shrug tugging at your shoulders as you tried to keep this as casual as you could. You didn’t just want to come out and tell him that he was your anchor.

What if he didn’t know? What if he didn’t want to be?

You had no idea how you would deal with something like that.

“Me too. I was worried about you, when I was under” he hummed, his words far more muted now than the previous ones. 

He just wasn’t sure how you would react, but the truth was that he heard you, at least, parts of what you’d said.

...and it scared him.

Knowing that you were out there, in so much distress, and he couldn’t do anything about it forced something up from the pits of Isaac’s stomach that he’d never felt before.

It was more fear and anxiety than he was used to, even living with his dad.

He just wanted to check on you, but he knew that he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to make sure you were alright, he knew that finding Erica and Boyd was more important.

Besides, just as you trusted Scott to take care of Isaac, he trusted Scott to make sure you were alright.

You had to be.

“It was like I could feel how much you needed help” he sighed, now taking his turn to shrug as he did his best to make sense of something that wasn’t really meant to make all that much sense in the first place.

Like everything else you’d learned since becoming a werewolf, it would just take time to accept.

“-How much I needed you” you corrected, sure that was what he was going to say before he decided against it. 

By this point, you were both thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing, you just weren’t sure who was going to say it first.

Thankfully, there was no true awkwardness between you and Isaac.

It was much more akin to a comfortable uncertainty, as you both fought yourselves on what you knew was happening. Which, you chalked up to having everything to do with the bond you shared.

“Yeah, that too” Isaac confirmed, a slight smile on his handsome face as he realized that you were right. The entire time he was trying to fight the urge to leave everything he was doing behind to make sure you were okay.

At least for a moment, he forgot everything else except for you, and now that he was thinking about it, that wasn’t the first time it had happened.

It happened a lot, for both of you.

Every time he got too out of control on the full moon and felt his control slipping away, he thought about you and heard your voice in his head. 

It was one of the only things that could calm him down, even when he woke up with nightmares in the middle of the night.

You were the only thing he always had, and you both knew what it meant.

This whole time Isaac thought that his anger toward his father was the thing keeping him in control but that wasn’t the case at all. Clearly, there was something so much stronger than his hate, the real focus of his attention.

You.

You were his anchor.

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Carol Danvers ~ Infuriating

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 8,016

Includes: dom!Carol, captain kink, brat taming, choking, degrading, fingering, edging, nipple clamps, clit clamp, thigh riding, spanking enhanced with powers, vibrator enhanced with powers, strap-on gagging and choking, strap-on sex and overstimulation

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You hadn't meant to fuck up Carol's mission. You weren't that petty. But the look on her face when you disobeyed her direct order and took the shot was priceless.

You and Carol had never gotten on. The first time you laid eyes on her you were infuriated by her actions. The second time you met only amplified that.

You had been under cover for a year when she came along and screwed up your mission. It had taken a long time to be trusted by those you 'worked with'.

You had set up a buy with a huge advanced (and crazy irresponsible) weapons smuggling ring that would lead to you obtaining more of their weapons for SHIELD until eventually, hopefully, you would figure out the secrets to their operation and be able to take down the business.

Just as the dealers arrived at the abandoned warehouse Carol came flying in to take on the armed men, oblivious to the mission that was happening, in all her heroic glory.

"We got the weapons, it was a success."

After writing out the report and having a long convosation with Fury (most of which involved you describing Carol in ways Steve would have been outraged by) you had at least expected an apology from the blonde. You could still remember how that went down.

"It was not a success!" You almost screamed at Carol. It infuriated you to no end that after half an hour of talking she still didn't see the bigger picture. She really thought she had done the right thing.

"Yes we got the weapons - something I could have done on my own - but that's such a small part of the rest of what they're making."

"You don't know how much there is." Carol said, her voice as calm as ever as she leant against Fury's desk with her arms crossed.

"That's the point." You said through gritted teeth, determined not to loose your cool infront of her and Fury. "My mission was to find out and put a stop to it."

"There are guys in holding. They'll talk."

You almost laughed at that. "If I could ask them my way they definitely would." You silently cursed SHIELD's moral codes that stopped you from torturing the answer out of them. They wouldn't talk any other way.

"They'll talk." Carol said stubbornly. "And anyway, you should be thanking me for cutting your mission short."

And that was it. From that moment on you couldn't look at the woman without wanting to slap her. That had been months ago.

Despite you never hiding your dislike for Carol she never seemed to mind you. In fact, she tried to be around any chance she could. Always looking for ways to get on your final nerve, everything she did she did for your reactions that you had grown worse at suppressing.

You took some of it out on her during training. It bothered her but thrilled you that you too were on the same level in combat. Apart from the times she was a sore looser and used her powers.

But you had made a strong effort to avoid training with her too. She taunted you during fighting. Although you were used to it it struck different when her body was pressed against yours to pin you to the floor.

Your most shameful day was when her actions had sent a jolt to your core that you couldn't deny.

Carol looked down at you with an insanely arrogant smirk as she straddled your waist. She was always like this in her moments of victory, always wanting to rub it in.

"Wow, you gave in quickly today." She quipped, not even trying to hide the obvious undertones. That didn't even make sense!

You weren't about to give in when she looked so god damn smug. You gripped her shirt with two hands and lifted your hips to flip her off but she caught on both too quickly and too late. She lurched forward into your grip but instantly pinned your hands above your head as her legs fell down next to yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realised her face was inches from your own, it was only then that you become aware of the darker specs of brown in her eyes that highlighted the lighter shades. They were beau- okay. They were okay eyes. Yours were better.

The corner of her mouth raised in her familiar smirk that you always despised. But being that close brought light to how soft her lips looked. They were slightly parted and you wondered what kind of things she could do with that mouth. Professional things of course. Strictly professional and tactical thing. Not sinful things at all...

You wanted those thoughts banished from your head immediately. You wanted to leave.

All too hastily, you tried to raise your hips again, only then noticing how Carol's new position had her core right over yours. The contact and friction was undeniable, as was the slow throbbing that started.

A quiet moan slipped from your mouth that you desperetly coughed to cover up. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see if Carol had noticed.

"Get off me, Carol." You huffed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What? You don't like me ontop of you?" She smirked.

God you definetly did.

As much as you tried to ignore that memory and replace it with the time you were first introduced you rarely succeeded. And even then it was like your hatred for her only encouraged how much you wanted to feel her deep insi-

"Are you even listening to me?!" Carol yelled at you with a glare. You never zoned out during meetings. Carol knew that. Fury knew that. Yet it was still very clear you just had.

"Are you done rambling?" You quipped, not having a moment to place the filter over your mouth as the thought spilled out.

Fury arched a brow at the question and Carol's jaw clenched in an annoyingly attractive way. You did not regret that one bit.

"If I hadn't taken the shot the hostages would have died."

"They almost did anyway."

"Almost."

There had been some sort of detonator with the man holding the hostages. Once dead, the storage he had loaded into his truck had been destroyed and nothing was salvageable. That was important cargo, but you always put a priority on lives. Taking the bad ones more than saving the good ones admittedly.

Once a vigilante always a vigilante.

"I don't think you understand how valuable that cargo was."

The meeting continued like that for a while. You would never admit it to anyone, especially as fucking up the mission wasn't intentional, but seeing how the tables had turned from the last time the three of you were in that office? It made you happier than it should have.

You guessed the two of you were even now. Maybe she would finally leave you alone. Your happiness faulted at that thought.

Finally, Fury told you and Carol to go and that it would be discussed again tomorrow. He was clearly tired. It had been a long day and it was late, everyone else was already asleep.

Even as you trudged down the hallway Carol continued to rant about your inability to follow orders. You would be the first to admit you weren't a team player. You still weren't used to it. But you always follow orders.

"I can follow orders, Captain. I just choose not to follow yours." You said calmly as approached the hallway towards your room.

You hated that Carol's room was next to yours. You had been there when Carol had talked to Tony about staying at the Avengers compound. You had seen her sly smirk as she pointed out on the compound map which room she wanted. Knowing full damn well it was next to yours.

How long did she plan to keep this up? You definetly didn't bug her about her screw up as long as she was you. Why couldn't she just hold the grudge in silence like you?

"You put aside personal matters when you go on a mission, y/n." She continue to scorn.

"Not personal, Captain. I just know when a decision and order is bullshit." Your room finally came into your line of sight. Just a few more meters.

"It wasn't bullshit. It was the right call. You just refuse to do what I tell you to." You rolled your eyes at her insistence, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.

"The whole thing would have been fucked if I followed your orders. You should be thanking me." You taunted with a smile. But before you could fully bathe in your victory of getting under her skin, Carol gripped your neck tightly and slammed you into the wall.

You eyes widened as your back hit the wall painfully and you struggled to comprehend that Carol's hand was really around your neck...and you liked it.

"What? Got nothing to say to your Captain now?" She smirked. A familiar jolt travelled throughout your body and rested between your legs at her words.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Her hand, her words and the tone that accompanied them. You could always tell Carol was a top, but a dom?!

"If I could go back..." You started, your voice quiet with an edge of fear that made Carol preen. "And do the mission again...." Carol watched your face intently, awaiting your words of apology. "I still wouldn't follow your orders. Because I don't take orders from yo-" Carol stepped forward and forced one of her legs between yours.

You bit you lip to stop yourself moaning at the friction she was causing, the urge to grind against her leg was strong.

"Brat." She whispered with poison dripping from her voice. Her warm breath hit the small area of skin her hand wasn't covering and her hair tickled you chin.

"I have just the thing to deal with that. You wont be keeping up that facade for long."

You were about to object and assure her you would. That your stubbornness was just as strong as hers and you had been down this road before with others.

As she moved away from you she gripped your shirt in her closed fist and pulled you away from the wall with her. You hated that you instantly missed the contact of her thigh between yours. But her rough nature was doing it for you too. It had been so long since someone had been rough with you and you yearned to feel that again.

Carol had barely opened her door when she pushed you through the gap into her room. You were about to take in your surroundings and even pause to assess what was happening, but Carol's hands were on you again and all doubt slipped from your mind.

The next thing you knew your face was engulfed by soft pillows before you felt Carol's strong presence above you.

You could feel her knees on either side of your waist, pressed against you as though caging you beneath her. Her hands entwined with the back of your own and held them above your head under the pillows.

You went to move your hips up out of instinct from your training but Carol was too strong. She didn't even flinch from you efforts, clearly overpowering you in strength.

You reminded yourself you would not, under any circumstances, let Carol win.

You wouldn't apologise for the mission, wouldn't do what she said and you would not fully submit to her. It was something you truly believed, Carol knew this and it made everything you eventually did all the more worthit.

You could never imagine or anticipate the things you would let her do to you that night or the desperate way you would beg her to do them.

Her hair tickled your exposed neck as she leant down to whisper into your ear. "Anything you want to say to me before I begin? Perhaps an apology?" Carol questioned, knowing you would say no such thing but wanting to have more ammunition for later on.

You chuckled into the pillows before replying. "Go fuck yourself." It was muffled. But Carol understood.

She didn't reply verbally, instead she leant further against your body as her hands left yours and wandered down your arms.

Carol inhaled the scent around your neck as her hands reached your shoulders and decended to trace your collarbones that were visible from your shirt being lowered.

The blonde took her time memorizing every inch of your body, especially cupping your clothed breasts in her hands and ever so slightly grinding herself against you as she did so.

You reminded yourself to control your breathing as you felt those motions, not allowing yourself to be caught up in the firm grip of her hands against your breasts or the way she used your body to gain some friction to her core.

Her hands continued to massage your lower stomach, admiring the feel of your finally formed abs in a way she never could when you trained.

You kept your head amongst the pillows when her fingers danced around the waistband of your trousers. You didn't want Carol to see the anticipating look on your face at the touch of her fingers. They barely dipped half an inch beneath your trousers and panties but the contract gave you chills. You wanted to feel her against your bare skin more.

Carol retracted her fingers and instead wordlessly moved them to the centre of your trousers and unbuttoned them. You could hear her pull your zip down in the deafening silence of the room and you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation again.

She didn't hesitate once in her movements. With undeniable certainty, Carol slipped her hand under your trousers and panties to meet the space between your legs that welcomed her.

Carol sighed into the crook your neck as her fingers met your wetness between your slick lips. You bit your lip to stop any sounds escaping your mouth as the arrogant hero swiped a single finger slowly through your eager folds. She collected the arousal on her fingers before pressing it firmly to your clit.

Your hips rolled into her hand before you could stop them and the action caused a smug grin from Carol that although you couldn't see, you could feel against your skin. It was considerably worse and amplified your arousal as Carol could tell.

You hated feuling her ego. You hated that she had made you so wet your throbbing clit would slip around her fingers when she had barely touched you.

"Such a wet little brat. You're so ready for me and I've barely touched you." Carol husked as her finger continued to alter between running through your folds and rubbing your clit lightly.

It took every ounce of self control in your body not to squirm against her or make any noise. Your pride helped you keep those actions at bay.

Carol gripped your chin with her free hand and turned your head away from the pillow. You tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde, knowing it would make your self control waver, but her hand continued to guide your line of sight to her enchanting gaze.

Her face was so close to yours you were completely caught off guard when Carol's finger pushed inside you and was engulfed by your lower lips with ease.

You bit your lip hard at the action, still staring into Carol's eyes and refusing to be the one to look away first. The intense eye contact did you no favours in holding off your verbal signs of arousal, especially when her single digit curled to brush your most pleasurable spot.

You gave a breathy moan when Carol held her finger against your g-spot for a long moment before withdrawing it, your eyes marginally widening as you adjusted to the pleasure, something Carol wouldn't have noticed if your faces weren't so close.

Her finger pushed back in at a slow pace but always stroked the back of your pussy in an angelic way.

You moaned louder when Carol returned with two fingers, the additional surface area made the experience all the more pleasurable and you feared how quickly you would cum.

Carol studied your facial expressions as she fingered you slowly, figuring out the spots that made you preen in pleasure the most and even the best angles to approach it.

It didn't take her long to understand the eb and flow of your pussy better than anyone ever had. With this powerful knowledge, Carol's pace suddenly increased in an overwhelming way you could barely adjust to.

She fucked you hard and fast with her fingers. Her wrist twisted in the most agile ways that caused her fingers to burry deep within you.

You moaned continuously as you stared into Carol's brown eyes you were beginning to remember better than your own.

The pleasure was immense and you knew your orgasm would hit you hard. Your breathing became rapid and your walls clenched down on Carol's fingers desperetly as your body prepared for your release.

Carol's fingers increased in pace as she gripped your chin harder, ensuring you look at her as her smirk finally returned.

Just as you were about to explode around Carol's fingers she retracted them from your throbbing pussy and brought them up to her lips as she grinned at you.

"Carol!" You protested in disbelief and annoyance.

"What? You didn't really think I would let you cum so soon did you? You haven't earned the right. Unless, of course, you'd like to make an apology." Carol said as her eyes bore deep into yours.

"Like hell I will." You groaned.

Carol clicked her tongue in disapproval before finally looking away from you. Her fingers returned to your waistband, only this time she pulled your trousers down swiftly, deliberately leaving your soaking panties clinging to you.

She then got off the bed and strolled confidently towards her walk in closet for a few seconds, returning with a few pieces of metal you weren't surprised to be seeing yet still gave you goosebumps. Carol's keen eyes seemed to notice this and she grinned knowingly to herself.

You shifted onto your side to get a clearer view of the devices attached to the long silver chain, once Carol reached your side she roughly forced your shoulder down so you were laying on your back.

"You're very pushy you know?" You quipped as Carol moved to straddle you hips and placed the metal beside you.

Her jaw clenched tightly in annoyance of your words but she didn't look at you, instead running her hands along your lower abdomen beneath your shirt. Seeing her frustration at you, especially the slight heavy exhale through her nose very few would notice, helped you control the urge to shiver under Carol's touch.

"I hope you can do other things with that mouth of yours besides bitching, for your own sake." Carol said lowly before gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

"It can work wonders," you winked at her with a grin, "and it's nice to know you care, Captain, not just a big, mean, dom I see."

Carol's hand wrapped tightly around your throat just as you finished your sentence. She glared at you with clear rage in her eyes, a look that made putting up your hard front difficult. You had a strong urge to apologise, but you instead pushed it aside.

"If you think for one moment I'm going to go ease on you at any point you are sadly mistaken, brat. I'm not done with you until you're a begging, quivering, pathetic mess that's forgotten her own name and only knows her Captain. Even then I won't take any pity because of the shit you keep pulling. Whores dont deserve sympathy." Your breathing was shaky as the words dripped from her mouth laced with poison, threatening to be the end of you.

You were made acutely aware of her grip of your neck tightening and her ability to cut it off and never let you breathe again. You weren't sure at what point you had given over all control, but you didn't want it to stop.

Carol leaned in next to your ear and her scent enveloped your sences again. Her voice had dropped considerably when she next spoke her whispered words. "I can't wait to break you." She bit down on your ear harshly making you yelp. You couldn't deny the effect she was having on your body, she could see it too. Of course she could, she was playing you like a fiddle and there was nothing you could do about it. It was a thrilling realisation.

Carol pulled away from you slowly while you tried to return your breathing to it's normal pace. It wasn't until you heard Carol's deep chuckled that you realised that your eyes were clenched shut. You opened them to see the blonde looking very proud of herself and the result she had gotten.

You couldn't make another witty remark. Your brain couldn't form any kind of coherent thought and you wouldn't have trusted your mouth to deliver it. Besides, after what Carol had just said, you were afraid to speak out of term again.

The self-certain hero reached around your back to unclasp your bra as her other hand came to rest on your stomach, pressing down as she used it for support while she leant forward.

Carol's eyes eagerly took in every inch of your skin the moment it was exposed. She slowly pulled your bra away before flinging it across the room without taking her eyes off of your breasts.

The cold air hitting your skin made your nipples strain in a want for attention, although you and Carol both knew that wasn't the only reason. Carol hummed at the sight and leaned forward again to rub your buds between her thumb and fingers. Your head leant back into the pillows at the attention, sighing in bliss before you hissed sharply at the the spark of pain.

The blonde smiled in amusement as she continued to pinch your nipples harshly, you didn't protests out of stubbornness.

Carol then picked up the forgotten clamps next to you, trailing the chain slowly and deliberately over your sensitive skin. She attached the left clamp with a silent concentration that filled the room with tension. You hissed again as Carol adjusted the screw to the level she saw fit, which was scarily tight, before moving to the next with the same accuracy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to enjoy the throbbing pain on you nipples, but the growing slick between your legs was telling enough.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard to suppress a whimper, failing when Carol gave the chain a quick tug that made you give a strained whimper that sounded more pathetic than it would have if you hadn't tried to stop it.

Carol moved further down your body and spread your legs apart so she could sit between them. You could feel the chain extending down your stomach so you opened your eyes in confusion and instantly squirmed.

The two clamps had separate chains that looped around a small ring that lay on your stomach, twinkling mischeviously in the light. There was a third chain on the bottom of the ring that had a clamp at the end of it. A clamp that Carol was guiding dangerously close to your still covered core.

You had had experience with clamps before, but the thought of one pinching painfully at your throbbing clit was one you were unfamiliar and uncertain with.

Carol adjusted herself according to your newfound protests to kneeling on your legs, each knee digging into each of your thighs as a show of control. Your hands were still free and just as you were about to sit up Carol spoke with a fake pout.

"Aww, do you not think you can handle this? Are you too sensitive?" She mocked making you freeze. "I can always stop if you want me to. All you have to do is say the magic word." The blonde continued to taunt.

Your pride screamed at you to make some snarky remark as to protect your ego, knowing saying 'please' would lead to you spiralling down the rabbit hole you refused to step foot in, while your fear begged you to stay quiet. But there was also a small part of you that was eager to experience the pleasurable pain the clamp would surely deliver to your clit.

So instead, you kept your mouth shut and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep an eye on Carol in your peripheral while appearing to ignore her.

She smirked, unbeknownst to you, at your pettiness and trailed a single finger against the wet patch on your panties. You struggled to continue looking at the ceiling and bucked your hips to try and meet Carol's hand.

Surprisingly, Carol let you and even pressed further against your panties, rubbing your clothed lips and relishing in the effect she had on you.

Carol teased you like that for a while, rubbing her finger against your soaking folds before circling your throbbing clit. Every so often she received a quiet whine from you that flooded you with embarrassment, hating how your body betrayed you and pleased Carol.

Finally, Carol pulled your ruined panties down and gleamed at the sight of your glistening folds, the view making her pussy clench around nothing and ache more than it had all night. An idea sprung to mind and she smirked at the thought.

She took the third clamp between her long fingers and pinched at your clit. You yelped and bucked your hips up again as Carol entrapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So responsive." She muttered, more to herself than you, as she slowly twisted the screw. Her eyes returned to your pained face as she adjusted the tightness, studying you to see when you would reach the peak of your pain and your limit.

Your face scrunched up at the sharp pain that jolted throughout your body and made you whine lowly as you turned your head to the side and tried to squirm away.

Carol took another glance at your strained bud, biting her lip at the sight, before gripping your under arms and flipped you onto your back.

You were surprised and caught off guard but all questions flew from your mind when you were pushed against the mattress, the clamps pressing down and amplifying your pain.

A tear formed in your eye as your nipples burned hot in pain and your clit ached against its restraint. You whined and tried to squirm away, the inch you did move only made things worse as your dragged the clamps and the skin they pinched across the mattress. You gave a small cry at the pain but pushed your face into the pillows to muffle it, still trying with everything you had to not let Carol win.

You were so caught up in the unnatural pain you didn't even notice Carol stripping herself of her jeans and pants. But you did notice when you felt her wet pussy lips come into contact with the back of your thigh.

You brain short circuited when you felt how wet she was and that she was slowly rocking herself on your leg, using your body to get herself off.

"What are you-"

"Quiet." Carol cut you off by demanding as her hands locked yours to the top of the mattress again.

Her arousal was spreading across your thigh as she grinded against you.

You could feel your own breathing increase rapidly as you heard Carol gasp out occasionally. You wanted to see her. You wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face as she approached her high. What did she look like cuming? Did you feel good against her? Would she ever let you make her cum with your fingers or tongue. You prayed desperetly that you would someday get the chance.

"Fuck." Carol moaned breathlessly. Your own pussy clenched around nothing at the sound and you knew that while Carol was getting her wetness over your thigh, you were getting your own on her bed.

Carol's grip on your hands tightened as her movements became more erratic, chasing her release.

"Your Captain's gonna cum on your thigh, brat. Such a good fuck toy for me to use." A moan slipped past your lips at her words. You cursed yourself for giving the reaction Carol wanted, helping her frantic movements.

"Oh you like this, slut? You like being my little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want?"

You desperetly searched for friction on the bed covers as you whined, only to accidently apply more overwhelming pressure to all 3 clamps.

Carol's cunt dug harder into the back of your thigh as she came with a low moan, coating your skin with the evident of her orgasm.

Surprisingly, Carol didn't move from your thigh as she brought a soft hand around to the soaking space between your legs. She tugged momentarily on the clamp there and you whimpered in protest making her snicker.

She fingers teased your lower lips as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did." Carol smirked arrogantly as her fingers swiped at your arousal. "Answer me." She demanded, delivering a smack to your ass to punctuate her words.

You didn't. Instead your breathed into the pillows and tried not to think about how they smelled like Carol in an annoyingly soft way.

Carol spanked you again harshly, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the last.

"No." You lied shakily.

"Don't lie to me. You're only adding to your punishment, not that I mind. It's just drawing out the fun I'm having. Being a lying little slut gives me something else to fuck out of you too." Carol spanked you again as those words left her lips. She gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up so your ass was on full display to her.

When Carol's hand returned to your ass her hand was considerably warmer. You thought it was strange at first until she did it again, this time burning hot.

You moaned into the pillow as your realised Carol was using her powers. And you loved it. The hellish heat, Carol's brute strength and the merciless ways she delivered the blows with no recovery time hit your core everytime.

Your legs shook in pleasure and pain and your moans got notably louder. Sometimes when you tried to lean back into Carol's hand she tugged sharply at the ring connecting the chains on your clamps and you immediately returned to your position.

"Something to say?" Carol inquired after a particularly loud moan from you.

It dawned on you how close you were to submitting yourself to Carol. How close you were to telling her you loved every second of what she was doing and wanted her to fuck you.

So, to convince yourself more than the dominant blonde above you, you spoke up. "Need your powers to help you, Carol? Can't do it on your own?"

The pissed off blonde spanked you unbelievably hard after that. Your whole body lurched forward so suddenly you almost hit your head on the wall. You ass was stinging terribly and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek just after you cried out.

Carol got off the bed to once again disappear into the closet, giving you a moment to wipe the stray tear away so she could never know it was there.

When the powerful hero returned your eyes immediately fell to the obnoxious toy between her legs.

You bit your lip at the thought of her fucking you with it. Despite that, you were in denial that something that long and girthy would even fit. Although you knew Carol would make it fit. And with the blonde as pissed as she was...

"God you're practically drooling on my sheets." Your cheeks redened slightly at her words. "You want my cock, brat? You wanna be your Captain's cockslut?" God you did. But you refused to admit it, even if there was a moan caught in your throat.

"It isn't for your needy little pussy yet. It's to shut you up." Carol said as she straddled your chest, the strap inches away from your face.

"I'm not sucking your fucking strap, Carol." You tried to defy passively with an amused grin. You wanted to, so much. The thought of doing something like that was making your cunt pulse. But you might as well get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You refused to please Carol with such a submissive act, even if you could feel the cracks in your bratty walls grow with each exchange of words and acts.

To your surprise, Carol didn't push the idea any more, simply nodding with a sly smirk, as though she knew something you didn't.

Instead, the taller woman grabbed a small device from the side of the bed you had failed to notice prior. She twirled it in her hand, as though familiarizing herself with it as she positioned herself between your legs again, a place she seemed to be becoming familiar with.

As you gazed at the toy Carol held you couldn't help but feel there was something different about it. Something you couldn't quite placed. It wasn't as slim as any vibrator you had ever seen, not as pointed either, but there was something else to it too.

You didn't voice these inquires and the blonde didn't make any suggestive comments. So you let the thoughts go.

With her free hand, Carol unscrewed the clamp that had continued to grip onto you with everything it had. The release of pressure was unimaginably relieving but you didn't get long to appreciate it.

Carol wordlessly turned the vibrator on to a high setting and teased it against your skin just above your clit. Your hips jerked instantly in an attempt to lower the vibrator to where you needed it, but Carol placed a firm hand between your hip bones and kept you in place.

You almost whined at that, trying hard to keep it at bay, but Carol soon placed it directly onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked again as the vibrations hit you hard. The lack of a tip stopped them being focused to one point and instead pulsed down to every milimeter of your clit.

Despite this newfound pleasure, you couldn't shake the unnerving silence from Carol that hung in the room. Just as her lack of teasing with the vibrator hung over you. It seemed as though she was purely focused on drawing out your own pleasure, abandoning any precious plans. You knew that wasn't really the case. But you didn't know what was. It was anxiety inducing not knowing what Carol was planning in that stubborn head of hers.

The silent blonde watched you as she rotated the vibrator, grinding it into you like a drill that buzzed furiously. The vibrations were sending strong shock waves to your core that were carried throughout the entirety of your body in bliss.

Just as you were about to mentally praise yourself for not making a noise the vibrations seemed to multiple at an alarming rate.

You moaned the loudest you had all night at the feeling of warmth covering your core, emitting off of the vibrator that centred in on your aching clit that was drenched in arousal. Your hips tried to buck violently in search for the source of the vibrations that pulsed almost angrily.

You finally braved a look down as you panted heavily amongst moans to see what could possibly cause such uncharted pleasure only to spot the blue, yellow and red swirls of light you had come to hate the sight of. In that moment you didn't hate them though, far from it. You were entranced by the light show from Carol.

Your legs attempted to close around Carol's hand and the vibrator, but she held them apart. She watched you with an arrogant smirk as you threw your head back and moaned continuously, just as she had planned.

"Oh? I thought you didn't like me using my powers on you. You seem to be enjoying it now, judging by your slutty moans that is." She taunted knowingly.

You're unable to muster the voice to say something, to defend your ego. All you can do try to stop yourself moaning Carol's name or title.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as Carol's powers never let up, mercilessly pulsing waves of vibrations to your core repeatedly until your legs started to shake.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as your clit throbbed aggressively, desperate to reach it's release it craved so much.

Your moans became less coherent when your back arched and toes curled. Just as you were about to fall over that glorious edge all vibrations died down to barely noticeable sensation.

You whined lowly at the worst teasing you had ever felt. It was as though Carol held you over your much needed edge by the back of your shirt, keeping you in that vulnerable state until she decided to either pull you back or let you go.

"Do you need something?" Carol asked with a shit eating grin.

You brought your hands down to push the vibrator further against you but Carol pinned them together in the middle of your stomach with one hand. The strength of just that was able to stop you and it was frustrating to no end knowing that.

Her other hand stayed firmly attached to the vibrator that was quietly buzzing against you core. Carol occasionally messed around with the vibrations levels and the inclusion of her powers to take you by surprise, constantly keeping you on the edge of where you needed to be most.

"Jesus Christ!" Your frustration bubbled to the surface, unable to control your anger at Carol for the merciless teasing she was making you ensure.

"Nope, just your Captain." If you had control of your legs, you would have kneed her in that stupidly attractive face of hers.

The vibrations were becoming too much yet still too little. Every so often they would spike to the previous level before returning to something unfairly light. Your orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer each time before it was denied.

Once, Carol slipped the powered vibrator through your drenched folds with her powers lining it. It felt insane. Energy tickling your inner walls as the vibrations hit all the right areas. But, of course, it was quickly pulled away too.

Just like that, all defiance left your body and you surrendered to your needs.

"Carol, Please, I need to cum so bad!" You wailed in desperation, not caring how you sounded.

"Really?" Carol wondered aloud as she stared down at you.

"Yes! Carol..." You whined and returned her stare pleadingly.

"Who are you begging to make you cum?"

You gulped stiffly, knowing you were about to slip head first into the rabbit hole you had been avoiding so precisely all night.

"You...My Captain." Carol preened at the use of her title, something she had long awaited to hear you say and was sure you would need no encouragement to say it countless more times that night.

"Good girl." She husked and carelessly threw the vibrator to the side now she could use something better. "You want your Captain to fuck you? You wanna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

Your nodded eagerly, knowing the only way was forward and that you would do anything for what Carol wanted to do to you.

"Please Captain, I want you so bad." You begged shameless.

"Well then you need to get my cock ready for your cunt." Carol stated matter-of-factly as she sat up straight and edged towards you.

The silicone toy between her legs was getting nearer to your face and your mouth watered at the sight, knowing you would need it to help accomdate the size.

You were so dazed by the sight of the toy bigger than you had ever seen that Carol had to tap your cheek to prompt you to open your mouth for her strap.

You did so instantly and without hesitation, quickly having the tip of the silicone toy at your mouth.

"Such an obidient baby now. You would do anything for my cock wouldn't you?" But Carol didn't give you a chance to respond. She thrusted her hips forward and in a flash she was forcing the strap into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

The blonde retreated the strap slightly only to ram it back in with more force and causing you to gag as it surpassed your limit without consideration.

You tried to sit up on your elbows to try and soften Carol's thrusts but she knelt down painfully on your arms as she gripped the headboard to aid her thrusting.

"I haven't even got you tired up and you're still so helpless." She mocked cruelly as she continued to make you gag and choke on the toy you struggled to accomdate so badly.

Eventually it became too much and you body fell limp in defeat, drool spilling from your mouth.

Carol didn't fail to notice this and chuckled darkly at the sight of you spread out on her bed with a dazed expression. She hadn't even fucked you yet.

As the dominant hero withdrew her strap she felt a rush to her core at the sight of your saliva glistening on her cock. You really had gotten it ready for yourself. Not that it would help you handle the size much.

Carol didn't waste and time lining the strap up with your entrance. Her hands were firmly placed on either of your thighs to ensure you stay spread open for her.

"Please." You whispered as you both watched the strap part your folds, paving a way for itself, before disappearing into your hungry pussy. You moaned loudly as the strap stretched your walls for it's entrance. You couldn't help but cling onto Carol's bare back and scratch the prominent muscle beneath your fingers as she sunk the strap in further.

The pain was present but it was overridden by the amazing pleasure provided by it. Your pussy clenched desperately around the intruder just before Carol bottomed out into you and you cried out at the unexpected motion, gripping onto the woman above you as much as you could.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as they took over every part of your brain, body and soul.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

"You feel how deep I am inside you, slut?" Carol grunted as she continued her onslaught of fucking tour dripping pussy.

"Yes Captain! Feels so good. You feel so good deep inside me." You moaned between breathless pants.

"God you're such a desperate slut for me. Dripping whore for me to use whenever I want." She punctuated each word with the snap of her hips.

The coil in your lower abdomen was starting to tighten and you craved your release.

"C-Captain." You stuttered as you started to shudder. "I'm gonna...cum."

"Beg me for it." Carol demanded and you complied without question.

"Please! Please Captain, I'm gonna cum so hard! Please let me! I'll be good for you." You begged as though Carol held your life in her hands.

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I- because I'm sorry!" You looked Carol in the eyes as you pleaded, letting you see her expression when she knew she had won. You both knew.

"How sorry?" Carol asked as her pace increased. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm for much longer.

"I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." Carol watched you for a moment as she memorized every inch of you during her victory.

"Cum for your Captain." With a cry, you came incredibly hard on Carol's cock. Your whole body shuddered violently as Carol fucked you through your orgasm in the most ungentle way possible.

"I'm cuming! I'm cuming on your cock, Captain!" Never in your life did you think you would talk like this to someone, especially not Carol. Never since meeting the arrogant hero did you think you would submit to her in such a wanton way.

Carol fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover from the earth shattering one you had just experienced. Your vision was still spotted with blanks as you tried to speak this to her but you couldn't manage to form any coherent words, the only sounds resonating throughout the room were your desperate moans, slapping of Carol's thighs against your own and the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, this being amplified even more now that your cum was swirling around inside of you with the strap.

Carol unexpectedly reached out quicker than you could react to and locked her hand around your throat. Her pace was harder this time, as though reminding you she hadn't forgotten she was punishing you and that she was still mad at you. Clearly very mad.

The strap slammed against the back of your pussy and had you crying out in a failed attempt to adjust to it. Even that was muffled by Carol's grip on your airways.

You couldn't believe the force she was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You plummeted into another orgasm in no time, your overworked pussy spasming around the strap as it released more sticky liquid onto it that you were too blissed out to notice was dripping onto yours and Carol's thighs. She smacked your thigh hard to show she at least had acknowledged it.

You lost count of how many times you had cum. When your limbs went weak and finally dropped from Carol's back she withdrew. Something you were thankful for until she flipped you onto your front and dove back in. Her stamina and sex drive was unforgivable and unmatched. And soon, it was the only thing you knew.

You continued to moan and scream profanities into the pillow while Carol wrecked your world above you. She had your head forced into the pillows with one hand and showed no signs of letting up.

You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way to escape it. All you could do was lay beneath your Captain, voice horse from screaming so loud countless times, and take everything she was giving.

When the final orgasm was ripped from your body it was as though it had taken every part of you with it. Your exhausted and overworked body finally abandoned you and left you to be enveloped by the darkness and the strong arms of Carol Danvers.

[benignbucky]

Whiplash Pt. 2

Based on THIS REQUEST

PART ONE

AN: (MINORS DNI) This is probably gonna be the final part, I'm not super feeling this series anymore in all honesty so I'm gonna leave it as a mini series so we can get that resolution. I may come back to it later but for now I am happy with this ending. This could honestly be a standalone but the first part is linked above. Thank you for being so patient with me while I got this out, last weekend was stressful but this weekend is so much better. You may need a fan for the last half of this. ♡

PAIRING: stucky x reader, john walker x reader briefly

Word Count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: John Walker is the ex because absolutely no one likes him and we all know this man radiates tiny pp energy and would be the worst in bed, fighting, minor angst, mostly fluff and smut, unprotected sex (wrap your wang before you bang), threesome, overstimulation, squirting, HELLA praise kink, pet names (baby, peach, good girl), brief mentions of dub-con/non-con with ex, unbeta'ed (all mistakes are my own)

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The memories of that night were burnt in the back of your eyes. Seeing your ex, John, for the first time in 6 months and he still had so much power over you.

The second you opened the door, tears sprung to your eyes as a barely audible 'w-what are you doing here?' escaped your mouth before he was walking in, clearly not noticing Bucky and Steve walking over with fury in their eyes.

"You need to leave before this gets messy." Steve and Bucky were easily twice his size, not so much in height but in pure muscle.

"Oh, so you're moved out and fucking both of your roommates. A whore like you would do that, huh?" John

You backed behind Bucky as Steve took the lead. "Listen, I don't care who you think you are but you don't just get to come back around after how you treated her. Let alone call her something she most certainly is not seeing as you're the one that cheated on her with how many women?"

"You may look all big but I doubt you even know how to fight. Useless muscle if you ask me." Little did he know that both incredibly skilled in combat, especially hand-to-hand combat. And that's all it took for Bucky to leap forward and land a bone breaking punch to John's jaw, almost knocking him out cold. This had him backing out the door, learning his place.

"And don't even think about coming back here because next time you'll have to be dragged out," The tone of Bucky's voice was firm and aggressive but only until John walked out of the building before he joined Steve in comforting you.

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It had been three hours since John tried to pry himself into your life again. You were still trembling even though you were in the arms of the two people you trusted most. The idea that John could just show up again out of nowhere terrified you more than anything. You were well protected by Steve and Bucky but just having John in the same room, no, same building as you brought on heart shattering fear and anxiety.

You had all migrated to your room, the three of you barely fitting on your queen size mattress. It really showed off how much bigger they were compared to other guys, especially compared to you. Both of them were easily at least a foot taller than you. Their biceps easily closer to the size of one of your thighs than your arms.

Around you, they were gentle giants. That was until they needed to protect you. And they would, with their whole being. They just wanted to show you how much they valued you, how much you lit up their lives. They wanted you to know that it wasn't one sided. The two of them were pampering you in kisses and praise, gentle caresses, doing everything they could to make you feel safe and loved.

Eventually your breathing and heart rate had calmed, turning on your back so you could look at the two men. Their overwhelming appreciation towards you made you want to show your appreciation for them but you were mustering up the courage. You hadn't been intimate with anyone, let alone with yourself since before you moved in. Any experience with John had been too rough, basically forced from you but you didn't know any better.

This one moment with Bucky and Steve, everything felt different. They asked if they could play with your hair, caress your face in their hands, or even to soothingly rub your back. Every touch required you to tell them yes. If it made you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, they would stop and move back to something else you had already agreed to, which only made your core dampen more than it already was.

Fighting the nerves, you kissed them both with nothing but love and passion, hinting for something more. It took them a minute to take the hint but when they did, their actions only got softer.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Steve whispered. His and Bucky's eyes had darkened, pupils blown out. This only made you want them more.

You nodded at them both even though you knew they wanted a verbal answer. You gulp before mustering up a soft, "Yes, I want this. Want you. Both of you."

Slowly, you sat up, starting to tug at the hem of your oversized shirt before you felt one metal and one flesh hand move your hands away, removing your shirt for you.

"This is about you, peach. Don't worry about us. We want you to feel good." Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine but in the best way possible.

Steve was behind you, rubbing circles into your back as Bucky trailed kissed down your jaw and neck. You leaned back against Steve's chest as Bucky's kisses went lower to your chest. "Can we take this off?" Looping his flesh fingers under the strap of your bra.

"Please…" You breathed out your answer, feeling Steve's hand loop under you to unclasp the article of clothing. You gasped at the cold sensation of Bucky's metal hand brushing over your hot skin and he chuckled softly. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that? Isn't she, Steve?" You leaned back once more only to gasp again at the light flick that Bucky gave to your nipple. "Absolutely gorgeous." Steve hummed his answer, you could feel his length growing underneath you.

The moment you felt Bucky's mouth over your chest left your mouth agape, your back arching at his touch. His mouth didn't linger long as it started moving lower and lower until he was in between your thighs, kissing over your biker shorts but not over where you wanted him the most.

Out of instinct, you reach down to pull off your remaining clothing but Bucky just shakes his head and replaces your hands with his. This time it's him gasping at how absolutely dripping you are. "Oh you poor baby, probably haven't had someone focused on your pleasure in so long."

Steve's hands moved up to tease your chest, massaging and caressing everything he could reach before pulling his shirt off with you still on top of him. Bucky did the same before placing your thighs over his shoulders, looking for any sign of you being uncomfortable but only saw your eyes shut in pleasure.

Dipping his head down, he licked a broad stripe up your dripping cunt, not even giving you time to be shocked as he got to work. Your sounds were only making him work harder as you took his hands in yours at your side.

John only went down on you once and that was after begging him because it was 'only fair' seeing as you had always done it for him. Steve and Bucky didn't even ask, didn't want you to because unlike John, they cared more about your pleasure than their own.

"Such a good girl," Steve mumbled in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. This only fueled your needs.

"More, Bucky. Please…" You had let go of one of his metal hand only to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him even further into your core. He was groaning against you at your neediness, which sent vibrations throughout your entire body.

You were about to beg again but before the words could even come out, you felt two cold fingers at your entrance before they slowly slid in and bumping into your g-spot, which wasn't something you had ever experienced before.

"B-Bucky… oh my god! What was that?" You were a blubbering mess at this new found sensation.

Looking up at you and only moving his mouth away to say, "You can't tell me no one has ever?-" His fingers were curling up at an agonizing pace, your hips bucking on his hand was the only response he needed before he started moving at a faster pace. You were almost at your peak, legs trembling, as he put his mouth back on you and sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth.

You had never felt this much pleasure before in your life. Only a few more strokes of his hand left and you felt like you had exploded, seeing stars. The sounds you were making and your grip on Bucky's hair had him groaning against you, only heightening your peak and making it more intense. Bucky wasn't done yet though, he was going to drag out your high until you couldn't take anymore, Steve nearly forgotten behind you.

Any words you tried to make were incoherent as Bucky finally slowed down and kissed back up your body. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you, baby?" Chuckling at how you could only nod as a response. The two men would have been happy with at that but you were already sitting up and turning around to give Steve attention, which took them both by surprise.

You were a shy person in general let alone during a situation like this but your orgasm only gave you more confidence. Bucky laid down as you crawled up and straddled Steve. As much as he would love to watch you ride him, you were spent. You looked it to. With a swift motion, you were back on your back, legs spread again as Steve pulled down his pants and his briefs, Bucky following behind shortly.

You knew both of them were packing at the one too many times you had walked in on one of them getting out of the shower so you weren't that surprised to see how big they were in the moment. "I would love to taste you but I can't wait any longer, needa be inside you. Is that alright?" Steve accepted your whimper of a yes and draped his body over yours, giving you a tender kiss before reaching down and running a finger in between your folds and lining himself up to your entrance.

He didn't even need to look up at you for approval, you were already snaking your legs around his hips. "Eager girl, aren't you?" Steve smirked before pressing into you slowly, earning a soft moan from you before rocking his hips slowly as you got used to his size before working up to a faster pace. Both of you moaning and groaning as you raked your nails down his back.

"Fuck, so tight. Don't know how long 'm gonna last." You were already squeezing around, trying to milk him for everything he had.

"F-faster… harder…" You begged and he happily obliged. You didn't care if he didn't last much longer, you knew Bucky wanted a turn and you wanted to give them both a chance at you. "Oh my god, Steve. I'm gonna cum… please." Your begging only made Steve's release come sooner, only letting go when you had reached your peak as well, pulling at his hair as he groaned into your neck before his thrusts slowed to a halt.

You were still catching your breath before the two men swapped places. "Think you can handle one more, peach?" Bucky hovered over, looking for any sign of you wanting to stop. "I sure hope so." You chuckled out of breath still before gasping as Bucky flipped you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, his hands resting at your hips.

"That's a good girl," lining himself up, Bucky groaned at the wetness that was Steve's release mixed with yours as he pushed in. Steve was longer but Bucky was noticeably thicker as he pushed into you. "You weren't kidding, Steve. So. Fucking. Tight." Bucky growled out. Steve reached over to moved your hair out of your face before Bucky started thrusting into you.

"If it's too much, just say and we'll stop and take care of you." Steve reassured you before nodding to Bucky, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

And he did, his thrusts were relentless but were all for your pleasure. Neither of you would last very long but he wanted this one to be the best orgasm of the night. "Steve," Bucky managed, nodding his head to Steve, motioning for him to touch you. The whine you let out when Steve scooted down to rub feverish circles around your clit which was only bringing your third incredibly intense orgasm of the night only moments away.

"Oh god… of fuck fuck FUCK…" amongst another string of curses cam out of both you and Bucky's mouth as you came, covering Bucky's thighs, Steve's hand, and your comforter. It only took that sight and a couple more thrusts as Bucky was filling you to the brim. "Fuck…." He groaned, "Can't say I've ever had that happen before."

You drop to lay flat on your stomach on the bed, clearly oblivious to you squirting all over the two men and your blanket, only humming in response. "Did you know that you could do that, baby? Did you know you could squirt?" Your eyes widened at Steve as he asked, he took that answer as an obvious 'no' and chuckled softly.

You wished you could move but you were so fucked out that your limbs were limp. Steve got up and grabbed a new t-shirt and underwear for you to put on as Bucky eased out of you, causing another whine from you at the sensation. Steve left the room temporarily just to get a warm washcloth and a different blanket for the three of you as the other one was deemed in need of a wash.

The two cleaned and dressed you before laying out the new blanket over you. Bucky laid down first, pulling you to lay on his chest before Steve crawled behind you, spooning you. You were barely conscious but you heard the small I love you's and praises from them about how good you did. You breathed out a small 'love you too' before falling asleep.

[bi-bard]

Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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