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[crazyspookies]

miss marina PLEASE leave me be! 😭

[urcoolgf]

BEACH DAY

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff

summary. you && rafe take a day trip to his favorite beach, && you have an unexpected visitor…

“baby we gotta go! c’mon,” rafe quickly called to you from your shared bedroom. he had been waiting for you to finish getting ready for the past 20 minutes, and he was starting to get impatient.

“hold on, i’m almost done!,” you answered back.

“jesus it’s just the beach—no makeup, no doing the hair—just a swimsuit,” he whispered to himself. as he put the last of his own things into your bag that sat on the bed.

“okay, sorry, sorry! i’m done,” you rushed out of the bathroom with your hairbrush, hair clip, some hair ties, your favorite sunscreen, and some other things rafe couldn’t identify crammed in your hands.

“baby, it’s just the beach, we’ll be back tonight. do you really need all that?”

“yes! because once my hair gets wet i’ll have to redo it, and i need my stuff! so, unless you wanna look like you’re dating a lion, i suggest you don’t complain,” you replied while shoving your things into the same bag on the bed.

“alright, alright! bring your stuff, but we gotta go,” rafe laughed while picking up the bag that had gained about 5 pounds after dumping your things into it.

the two of you made your way out to his jeep—he had already taken the roof and doors off in preparation for your beach day, which only made you more excited. after you hopped into the passenger seat, rafe placed the bag on your lap so that nothing would fall out on the ride there.

“got it sweetheart?,” he asked, his smirk still made your knees go weak even after all this time, and even if you’re sitting. once he got into the driver’s seat and started the car, he immediately handed you the aux cord because he knew you loved picking music—especially during the summer. so, naturally you click over to your summer playlist and hit shuffle; Dreams by Fleetwood Mac begins to blast through the speakers and out into the hot air.

as you’re singing your heart out on the drive to the beach, rafe can’t help but steal glances at you—completely at peace, in your most natural and beautiful state, totally comfortable in the passenger seat of his car—he loved you like this. his fingers tapped against the wheel to the familiar beat, it was one of your favorites, so of course, rafe knew it by heart.

many upbeat songs later, you arrived at rafe’s favorite beach. this one was never really crowded, and had perfect clear water, and beautiful clean sand. he suspected this was because it was hidden.

“um… pretty sure this isn’t the beach, rafe,” you say as you stare at the forest on the other side of the windshield.

“just trust me, yeah?,” he smiled, turning off the car, getting out, and moving towards your side to help you out. once you were both out of the car, and rafe had taken the bag from you because of course he wouldn’t let you carry it, you began to follow him through the wooded area. there was a faint path, but rafe still had to clear some branches for you first.

once you made it to the edge of the woods, the bright blue water was revealed, and the sun’s reflection off the sand almost blinded you.

“rafe… this is beautiful! where has this place been my whole life?,” you said running out into the warm sand.

“where is everyone?,” you ask, almost excitedly.

“no one really knows about this place—that’s what makes it so special,” he smiled at you. and you just couldn’t help but run over to him as he placed the bag on the sand and unexpectedly jump into his arms. he caught you anyways, hands under your legs that wrapped around him as you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss. once you pulled away, you put your arms around his neck and held him tight, nestling your head into the crook of his neck.

“it’s perfect, baby,” you whispered against his neck, your hot breath driving rafe crazy. he placed you down softly, and with a quick kiss on your forehead you were ready to get into the ocean. you quickly took off your shorts and baby tee that covered your bikini while rafe just stared—eyes moving from your face, down your body, and back to your face.

“what? something on my face?,” you asked, running your hands over your cheeks and lips.

“no. jus’ love you,” he replied with a soft, almost shy, smile. he then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest you would never really get used to seeing. the faint ab lines that adorned his stomach, and soft biceps had you practically drooling—no matter how many times you had seen it before—thankfully, he wasn’t paying attention to where your gaze was falling. rafe grabbed his phone and speaker, putting your summer playlist on shuffle—it made your heart melt.

“you have my playlist saved?,” you asked softly.

“‘course i do, baby. wouldn’t be a beach trip without it, hm?,”

I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons begins blasting through the speaker as rafe tosses his phone onto the towels he had set up, and you swear you’ve never been happier than in this exact moment.

you begin running towards the water—and even though you got a head start—rafe catches up to you and picks you and tosses your torso over his shoulder, carrying you into the warm water as you’re squealing for him to put you down.

“it’s not even cold, sweetheart! feels nice doesn’t it?,” he said, finally releasing you into the gravity of the water.

“feels perfect. i love you, rafe cameron,” you say quietly, grabbing back onto his shoulders for support and intimacy, one could argue.

“i love you more, baby,” he pulls you in and kisses you—it’s intoxicating and you can feel the world around you stop.

—

you had been tanning for awhile now—rafe reading some book he brought with him—when suddenly, you feel a softness against your leg. startled, you quickly move your leg away and look back.

“oh my gosh! rafe, it’s a kitty!,” you said excitedly, while moving to sit up. rafe looks up to see your eyes widen and a big smile appear on your face.

“would you look at that? hey, little buddy,” he said as you began petting the cat’s soft fur. no tag, no owner? you thought as rafe moved onto your towel, reaching his hand out gently for the cat to smell.

“you think he’s a stray?,” you ask, concerned—but rafe can tell you’re secretly hopeful he is.

“maybe? i mean… he’s got no collar,” he answered hesitantly, knowing where this was going.

—

as rafe drove you both back home from the beach after watching the sunset, the bag that sat in your lap on the way there had been discarded to the floor and replaced with the small animal.

Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse playing softly through the stereo as you gently pet the sleeping kitty.

“so what should we name him?,” you turned toward rafe with a big smile on your face as he shook his head with a smirk.

“i cannot believe i let you talk me into keeping him…”

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Proposal Headcanons for Task Force 141 + Graves

Soap

Soap cannot play it cool. The man tries, but the moment he realizes he wants to marry you, it takes approximately 36 hours before he blurts it out mid-date, mid-bite, mid-everything.

“I love you. You love me. Let’s just do it, yeah? Marry me. Right now. I’ll steal a ring if I have to.”

You think he’s joking—until he pulls out an actual ring box from his cargo pocket. It’s dented. A little dirty. But the ring inside? Stunning. Soap actually planned ahead but couldn’t contain himself long enough for the ‘perfect moment.’

He kisses you before you even say yes, whispering, “You’re gonna be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment you say yes, he tackles you onto the couch, hands everywhere, breathless laughter between frantic kisses. His mouth is on your neck, mumbling, “You said yes—you said yes, I’m gonna ruin you for the next three days.”

He gets downright feral. Clothes ripped off, ring glinting as he grips your hips and mutters filthy praise in your ear. “Say it again. C’mon, sweetheart, say you’re gonna be my wife—while I’m deep inside you.”

You’re so sore the next morning you can barely stand. He carries you to the shower, grinning the entire time.

Gaz

Gaz puts in work. He’s low-key about it, but he plans the proposal down to the smallest detail: your favorite place, the perfect playlist, the exact time the light hits just right.

He gives a small speech about all the things he loves about you—your laugh, your stubbornness, how you make coffee wrong but he drinks it anyway—and then casually drops to one knee like he’s done it in his head a thousand times.

“You don’t make sense with anyone else. You make sense with me. And I want that for the rest of my life.”

You’re a mess. He’s a mess. Even the waiter cries.

He starts slow. Intense eye contact. Whispering thank you against your lips as he slips the ring on your finger and lays you down like you’re sacred.

But once his lips are on your skin? He loses control.

Gaz eats you out like he’s starved, murmuring, “My fiancée tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” between strokes of his tongue. You’re trembling before he even gets his pants off.

And when he finally pushes inside? It’s deep. Slow. A claim.

“I’m gonna make you feel me for days,” he breathes, forehead to yours, hips rolling with purpose. “This is how your husband loves you.”

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t plan to propose. Not because he doesn’t want to—it’s because he’s terrified. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of messing it up.

But then one night, he wakes up after a nightmare and sees you asleep, soft and peaceful beside him… and it hits him. He needs to make sure you never leave.

Next morning? He slips a ring onto your finger while you’re still sleeping. Sits beside the bed, just watching.

You wake up to him staring at your hand, expression unreadable.

“Hope that’s alright,” he says softly. “Didn’t think I could get through asking without losin’ my nerve.”

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him—and the most sure he’s ever been.

You see a side of Ghost no one else ever has.

Once you say yes, the mask comes off—literally and figuratively. He holds your face, kisses you like he’s drowning, and when he lays you down, it’s pure worship.

But when he’s inside you? All that control breaks.

Rough thrusts. Low growls. Hands gripping your thighs like he needs you to anchor him.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, voice cracking. “Gonna fuck you until that ring rattles on your finger.”

After? He buries his face in your neck and whispers, “My wife. Mine. Mine.” Over and over like a prayer.

Price

Price goes traditional—old-school, respectful, completely heart-melting. He asks your parents (imagine his old ass asking your parents LMAO (he's only 37)), he wears a suit, he brings you somewhere meaningful.

He drops to one knee with total conviction. Eyes steady. Hands only slightly shaking.

“You’ve stood by me through everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you everything I’ve got left.”

It’s not flashy. It’s intimate. He looks you in the eye like a man who already sees your whole life together—and you say yes before he even opens the box.

Bonus: He tears up. Silently. And tries to hide it with a “Might be dusty out here.”

He pours a glass of champagne, gives a toast to Mrs. Price-to-be, and then takes you to bed like a gentleman…

…until he’s got you pinned under him, writhing, one hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.

“This is what forever looks like,” he growls, sliding in with maddening control. “You wanna be mine? You better be ready to take every fuckin’ inch of me.”

He makes love like a man with something to prove—and he proves it again. And again. And again.

After? He smokes a cigar with your head on his chest, murmuring, “Next time, I’m bending you over the vows.”

Phillip Graves

Graves turns the proposal into a production. Champagne, string quartet, five-star dinner, and probably a drone flying a banner overhead.

He gives a speech in front of everyone. A loud one. “This woman right here? She’s the best thing I ever got my hands on—and I’m damn sure not letting her go.”

He definitely drops to one knee in slow motion. Probably has a photographer hiding in a bush. Maybe two.

The ring? Custom-made. Probably with your initials engraved inside. He flashes that smug grin and says, “You didn’t think I was gonna do this halfway, did you?”

After you say yes, he yells “She said YES!” like it’s a victory and kisses you like he just won a Super Bowl.

Graves worships you that night like a man obsessed. Pours champagne over your chest just so he can lick it off. Tells you exactly what he’s gonna do with his wife in every room of the house.

“Gonna fuck you in silk sheets and marble floors, darlin’,” he purrs. “You think the ring’s nice? Wait till you see what I do with this body.”

Takes his time ruining you. Bent over the bed. Face down on the counter. On your knees in the living room.

Every time he makes you come, he taps the ring and says, “Mine now. And I’m never lettin’ go.”

[jehhskz]

At the dojo

summary: a little late night practice with your boyfriend

genre: fluffy smut drabble

warnings: fem! reader; smut, so mdni!

jé's note: i wanted to have a little something of mine for my baby's birthday, so i put two of my passions: karate kid universe + hyunjin together; also this is all pure delulu, i hope the description of the moves make sense 🥹

tagging: @doitforbangchan / @jeonginsleftcheek / @moonchild9350 / @athforskz i hope you enjoy this 💕

The sounds of shouts, strikes and falls were muffled and masked by the 80s rock music playlist that could be heard from outside. Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the cake you were holding when you opened the dojo's door.

Just in time to watch when Hyunjin spun and struck another boy with a kick that sent him sprawling onto the tatami.

2 years of dating and a few competitions later and you still couldn’t say you were used to it. Even if he was the winner of most of them.

But you wouldn't lie, it had its perks too, like how gorgeous he looked all focused, sweaty and in his uniform. Or like he already taught you: his karategi.

It was all black and with no sleeves, so if there was a real champion here, it was you for not pouncing on him everytime he appeared dressed like that.

The boys clapped, cheering him and Hyunjin shook his head, looking down and chuckling. He was so adorable when he got all flustered like that.

You took your shoes off and kicked them behind as you stepped into the tatami, his eyes sparkled when he saw you there and he dashed in your direction. His face lit up, noticing the details of the cake.

“Ohh, look he has a buzz cut too” Felix pointed out when Hyunjin brought the cake to his friends to see. It was a square, with a little karate Hyunjin doll on top in a fighting pose.

“Thanks doll, I love it” Hyunjin smiled, handing the cake to Felix so he could hug and kiss you.

“I'm glad” You smiled at your boyfriend and then pulled away, pointing at him and the boys “Now, go clean up while I set it up”

The boys rushed to the locker room and you got yourself busy arranging everything you brought along with his cake. It didn’t take long until they came back, all freshened up but still wearing their training clothes.

Hyunjin pulled you to sit on his lap after you all sang Happy Birthday to him, and let you feed him bites of the cake. Stealing kisses between savoring the chocolate sweetness.

Some chat and lots of cake later, you offered to clean up while the boys went to change, it was pretty late already and the dojo would close soon.

You were walking out of the kitchen when Hyunjin abruptly blocked the way with his arm on the door when you were about to pass, it made you jolt in surprise.

“Jeez, jagi… you startled me” You sighed, placing a hand over your fast beating heart and he laughed.

He found it cute how easily you were startled, Hyunjin held you by your waist and leaned in to give you a little kiss, murmuring a sorry against your lips.

“I finished cleaning, we can leave now and…” You noticed everything was quiet, too quiet.

“Where are the boys? I thought they would wait for us to go celebrate” You looked over his shoulder, the dojo lights were dimmed and there was no sight of his friends. You gazed back at him and there it was… the grin.

Your heart skipped a beat instantly.

“We’ll meet them later” Hyunjin grabbed your hand, interwinning your fingers, he brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss and smirking.

“Right…” You murmured, letting him pull you back to the tatami.

“Now, guard up. We are gonna practice” He grinned again and totally caught you by surprise, you were expecting a kiss, but got a strike in the air instead.

“Jagiya!!” You whined after you jolted, stepping back “You almost hit me!”

“Baby, I could never hurt you”

Hyunjin chuckled, stopping in front of you and holding your wrists. He raised your arms, adjusting one slightly more up and in front of the other, then he looked at you.

“Just like that!” He smirked at you “Remember what I taught you, always keep your guard up”

You huffed and he chuckled again, leaning in for a kiss, but instead, he almost side struck you. None of it actually hit you, of course, he was just teasing you, he would never actually fight you since you were still pretty much a baby in the karate world.

Another chuckle, you rolled your eyes and tried to smack him, but he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Second rule, don’t let the opponent distract you” He leaned closer, lips barely touching yours as he whispered, finally letting go of your wrist.

“Alright, let’s do it again” He stepped back.

“Hunf, like this?” You asked, letting your guard up like he positioned you previously.

Hyunjin nodded and this time you were alert when he turned to give a kick, his foot just slightly hit your forearm that you used to block him.

“That's my girl!” He cheered you up, making you smile.

You didn't let his praise distract you though, keeping your guard up, you defended yourself when he kicked again and even kicked too.

“Really good baby, keep up like that” He said, striking you with his hands now, luckily you were able to defend yourself from almost all of them, making your boyfriend very proud.

After some strikes and accidental smacks later, both of you were panting, so he decided to give you a quick break and ran to grab some water. He handed you a bottle, chugging his and leaving it down, before coming to stop in front of you.

“Alright baby, let’s keep going. Strike first” He said, getting in position to defend himself, expecting you’d smack him but instead, in the heat of the moment and catching him totally by surprise, you got down and stirred your leg out, giving him a sweep kick.

Hyunjin's squeal echoed through the dojo and you covered your mouth, your eyes widened as you looked at him sprawled down.

“Oh my God, jagi!” You approached him, a little panicked that you hurt him.

He had his eyes closed and let out a groan, his hand reaching out for yours.

“Jagi, I'm sorry I didn’t mean to… I…” You held his hand and started rambling, when he suddenly pulled you on top of him, his hands quickly snaked around your waist and he flipped you over.

“What did I say about not letting the opponent distract you?” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours before pulling back to look at you, that damn grin dancing on his lips.

His eyes were darker and the air was charged, your gaze traveled down to his lips, so pretty and inviting, you let out a sigh, watching him wet them before leaning down and kissing you. He pinned you down, his body pressing against yours as his tongue entered your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you melted under him, Hyunjin swallowed your quiet moans when he started rolling his hips against yours.

Hyunjin smiled against your lips when he felt your fingers caressing his hair, his tongue playing with yours, he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You moaned, feeling his hardening cock pressing against you and his fingers sliding under your shirt.

Fingertips teased their way on your side and on your stomach, leaving a trail of tingles all over your skin. You arched up to him and his fingers reached your bra at the same time his lips left yours to trail down open mouth kisses on your neck.

He nibbled on the sensitive skin, his tongue running on the red little mark he just made. Your sounds made him want to mark you again, so he held your hair, fingers entangling on the strands and keeping your head tilted for him as he bit down on a spot a little under that one he just did.

Your hands slid down his chest and abs, fingers working quickly to untie the knot on his karategi “Take this off, I wanna feel you…”

Hyunjin chuckled lightly, helping you get rid of the fabric, he loved when you got like this, all desperate for him, hands freely roaming over his warm skin, feeling up his muscles, lips kissing whatever you could reach before you pulled him for another heated kiss, your nails lightly scratching the nape of his neck while you got drunk on the taste of him.

His hand found its way back under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he kept rolling his hips. He was so hard already and you were so soaked, the friction felt amazing, but you needed more, you needed him, all of him and none of those annoying clothes getting in your way.

Your little sounds were driving him crazy, and he was feeling the same way, impatient.

So his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, he kneeled in between your legs and pulled the fabric up, tossing it behind him, your bra also getting the same destiny.

“Wanna be on top…” You breathlessly whispered and he twitched inside his pants. You gently pushed him to lay down, straddling him.

You smiled looking down at him, your heart fluttering while taking in his appearance, the red and swollen lips from kissing, the intense dark gaze staring back at you, a spark in them that mirrored your own. Damn, he was so pretty, you could devour him.

You nibbled on his lower lip, pulling slightly before sucking it, kissing him again. You touched his chest, let your nails tease their way down his abs, smirking, feeling his little shivers and twitches, his hands squeezed your waist and roamed up and down your sides, gripping on your hips, then your waist again and finally on his favorite destination.

You shifted on top of him, adjusting yourself better before starting to grind on him, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek and all the way to his jaw down to his neck, your moans muffled against his skin as he fondled your breasts.

“I love you…” Your whispers were barely audible, between licks and nibbles on his neck.

“I love you too, doll…” He whispered back, tilting his head to let you explore more freely “...a lot”

Hyunjin's hand reached up to your hair, fingers entangling in the strands as you trailed kisses and licks down his collarbone, chest and abs, taking your time, you made sure not a bit was missed, worshiping every inch of him.

He was gently pushing your head down, eager “Doll…”

“Yes, jagi?” You looked up at him, giving his lower abs a little kiss, your hands already on the waistline of his pants, playing with the elastic.

He pushed your head again and you chuckled lightly, loving his eagerness. You pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and Hyunjin quickly kicked them down.

His cock slapped against his lower abs and you grabbed it in your hand, the pink tip was glistening with precum that you smeared with your thumb. You brought your lips to it, starting a trail of kisses from the base up until you wrapped your lips around his tip, feeling him twitch and grip on your hair, a low moan escaping his lips, he lifted his head, not wanting to miss a thing.

You loved his moans and reactions, sucking him like you were savoring a delicious lollipop, your tongue swirled around the head, licked all over it before sucking it again, feeling his grip on your hair getting tighter, you smirked, knowing how hard he was struggling to not push your head down.

“Fuck…” He moaned, biting down his lower lip while watching you lower your head, taking more of him

“Keep going baby, like that…”His tip hit the back of your throat and you almost gagged, pulling back in instinctic.

“Shh shh, that’s okay. Go slow…” He soothed you, the grip loosening up a little, but still on your head.

“Good?” He looked at you, searching for any signs of discomfort.

“Mhmm” You hummed, slowly taking more again, you started bobbing your head up and down, your hand stroking the base and the parts you couldn’t reach.

“My pretty girl, always so good to me…” His praise sent a jolt of arousal down to your core and you sucked harder.

You did your best to ignore your gag reflex, the tears gathering up in the corners of your eyes, just focusing on him and how good you wanted to make him feel. His moans, his shivers, his hand on your hair, the moments he got carried away and pushed you down, it was all so exciting, you didn't want to stop.

So that’s why you whined when he made you stop.

“Come on here, I wanna finish inside you” His words made you dizzy and you shook in anticipation. He held your hand, pulling you up to him.

He helped you get rid of your leggings and ruined panties, and you straddled him again. Holding his cock in your hand, you rubbed it against your slit, coating all over him, making you both moan.

You lowered yourself down slowly, so aroused that you welcomed him easily, taking in inch by delicious inch, until he bottomed out. Your palms rested on his chest and you started to ride him slowly, just enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out.

His hands held your hips in a tight grip that would surely leave marks for him to admire later.

“You feel so good, riding me like that…” He started guiding you, making you go faster and you did your best to not embarrass yourself and finish right there.

Yeah, it happened before… It happened quite a lot, actually.

Especially when you had him under you, all disheveled and moaning like that.

“So fucking tight…”

Hyunjin would - affectionately - tease you about it, just because. But the truth was, he found it extremely endearing to have such power over you, how easily he could make you aroused, how easily he could make you cum.

He grinned, watching you bouncing on top of him, he knew you were struggling to hold back, to make it last.

“You're amazing, doll. Just like that, yeah…” He forced you to go faster and you almost lost your little self control. He breathlessly chuckled.

You'd fight him, if your mind wasn't so fogged up. He slowed you down when he noticed it was becoming too much, giving you a moment to breath and calm down before bucking his hips up and starting again.

He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, while his hips kept bucking up to meet with yours. You threw your arms over his shoulders, breaking the kiss, resting your forehead against his, your hitched breaths mingling, the sounds of you two and skin slapping against each other echoed through the dojo.

In that moment, you even forgot where you were, lost in your own little world where all that mattered was you and him. He felt the same, lowering his head down, brushing his lips on your collarbone, he trailed his way down to your breast, latching his lips around your perked nipple, sucking at it, your hand went for his hair, the palm stroking gently, feeling tingles because of the spikes.

He kept sucking as he adjusted you on his lap, making your clit drag against him at every move, driving you wild. He knew you were close, your moans were getting louder and you were clenching around him.

“Fuck, Jinni…”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, you tried to warn him, but it was cut short when your pleasure hit you like a tidal wave washing over you. He groaned at how tight you clenched on his cock, his grip around you got tighter and his lips kept alternating between both breasts.

Your legs were shaky and you suddenly were being laid on your back “Oh my God” You breathed out, Hyunjin was still on you and he started pounding like crazy.

He held under your thigh, angling up to thrust deeper into you and started rubbing tight circles on your clit with your fingers. 

“Too much… jagi… too much…” You cried out. You barely came down from your high and he was sending you back up again.

“Shh shh, I've got you baby. Let go, let go for me” His tone was soothing but his pace was maddening, pushing you over the edge.

It happened suddenly, with a loud cry out of his name, your whole body shook and you melted under him again, followed by his own release filling you up before he collapsed on top of you. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, you kissed him lazily, whispering against his lips.

“Happy birthday, jagi. I love you”

"You got distracted again" He teased you, burying his face on your shoulder.

"Jagiii" You whined.

"I'm just kidding doll, I love you too" He smiled, giving a lingering kiss on your shoulder.

[aphroditeinthesea]

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jason grace ⚡️

the curve became a sphere (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

safe in my garden, an ancient flower blooms (daughter of demeter!reader)

all these little things (demigod!reader)

sparks fly (daughter of poseidon!reader)

ipod (playlist)

but (brother) i love him (daughter of poseidon!reader)

guilty as sin i | ii

with two cats in the yard (life used to be so hard) (fem!reader)

meet me in the afterglow (gn!reader)

the best thing that’s ever been mine (fem!reader)

the sun and the storm (daughter of apollo!reader)

never forget i made u mine (fem!reader)

picture you pt i | pt ii (fem!reader)

wish you were sober (dionysus!reader)

complete mess (fem!reader)

rest your head… (hypnos!reader)

kiss you (fem!reader)

electric touch (fem!reader)

percy jackson 🌊

i should hate you (daughter of athena!reader)

falling feels like flying (til the bone crush) | part ii (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

i can do it with a broken heart (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

building up like waves (fem!reader)

itsy bitsy spider (spiderman!percy x demeter!reader)

how could you think i’d be your friend? (fwb!reader)

sinking my fingertips (fem!reader)

annabeth chase 🦉

ur my lullaby (fem!reader)

ipod (playlist)

a greater woman stays cool (but i howl like a wolf at the moon) (fem!reader)

leo valdez 🔨

lipstick on your face (so it goes) (fem!reader)

ipod (playlist)

im a feminist, obviously (fem!reader)

hits different (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

be my baby (hades!reader)

rock me (dionysus!reader)

piper mclean 💋

it’s not my fault (daughter of poseidon!reader)

ipod (playlist)

new year’s day (fem!reader)

slumber party (bsf!reader)

sleep to dream (fem!reader)

nico di angelo 💀

hold on to this lullaby (solangelo)

will solace ☀️

hold on to this lullaby (solangelo)

long story short i survived (daughter of dionysus!reader)

travis stoll 🐍

he says i’m pretty wearing his clothes (fem!reader)

life is short, make it sweet (fem!reader)

no matter what you do, i’m gonna steal ur heart (fem!reader)

each breath of air is sweeter (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

connor stoll 🐍

i’m such a fool for you (daughter of poseidon!reader)

time slows down (whenever ur around) (daughter of aphrodite!reader)

you’ll be the prince (fem!reader)

fluff (aphrodite!reader)

frank zhang 🐻

timeless (fem!reader)

hazel levesque 💀

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grover underwood 🐐

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[topgun-imagines]

You’re Never Coming Home (iii)

Requested: no

Summary: The first day of training, Maverick and Bradley have to figure out how to work together. The younger of the two seems reluctant to do so.

Word count: 2.0k

Note: lots of time skips. More of a filler chapter to prepare for the next one.

Warnings: mentions of death, arguments, light angst.

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

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There was sun streaming in through the open screen door when you peeled your eyes open. The bed beside you was cold, long since empty after Jake got up this morning. You rolled over, holding the thin sheet against your bare chest as you sat up. A quick glance at the clock told you that it was just after seven. Yawning quietly, you smiled softly as your eyes landed on the folded note on your bedside table.

Morning sweets,

Just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. Hope you had a good sleep and I should be back before supper. Have a great day and make sure you call me if you need anything.

Love you, Jake.

At the bottom, there was a small heart drawn. You ran your finger over it gently, folding up the paper and setting it back on the nightstand. The two of you had spent a few hours talking once you got home. Sitting up in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, the two of you reminisced about memories from the past. Jake held you as you recounted everything that had happened with Bradley, how you gave yourself to him and he stomped on your heart only a few hours later, and you held him as memories of his wingman's death flooded to the surface. It was a very emotional night.

Only a few hours later, Jake was pressing a kiss to your forehead and climbing out of bed. He got dressed quietly, stealing glances at your sleeping form every now and then. Twenty minutes he was slipping out of the house. What you didn’t know was that he returned a few minutes later to drop off a little gift.

You peeled the curtains open further, sunlight flooding into the cozy bedroom. Connecting your phone to the speaker, you waited patiently for it to beep before hitting shuffle on your playlist. You hummed along as Taylor Swift’s voice began floating through your bedroom. By the time the song was finished, you were fully dressed and taking the stairs two at a time, speaker playing loudly as you brought it downstairs.

Stopping in your tracks, your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of the bouquet of flowers sitting on your kitchen counter. Wrapped in thin tan paper, was a bouquet of baby’s breath flowers. Your heart melted at the sight. One night, nearly four years ago now, you had confessed to Jake about your interest in flowers. You told him all about how you would find out the meaning of certain flowers. Which ones represented love, and which represented friendship.

On your next date, he brought you a small bouquet of baby’s breath, the flowers sitting in front of you now. You were overcome with emotions the second that he handed them to you. Jake was the first person in years to care about you any more than was required by society. Sure, you had a few friends but ever since Bradley, you had never had someone love you the way he did. And as soon as he gave you the flowers, you knew he loved you even more. To pay attention to something that you had briefly mentioned, let alone flowers and their meanings. You wanted to cry at the sight of the delicate flowers.

Now, you stood in the kitchen of the housing that Jake had been assigned, staring at the flowers as you became overwhelmed with emotion. Your fingers brushed over the soft flowers carefully. After a few seconds of simply staring at the small white flowers, you moved further into the kitchen, pulling your water bottle from the fridge.

“Attention on deck!” The pilots stood rigid as Cyclone and Warlock stepped forward. The Air Boss stops beside Hondo as Warlock continues to the podium. Hangman’s eyes stayed locked in front of him, standing rigid as he waited for Warlock to speak.

The man looked down at the podium for a split second before raising his head. “Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated,” The pilots sat down in unison at the instruction. “I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You’re all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best,” Rooster had a small smile on his face. Two rows in front of him, Jake put a toothpick in his mouth, a cocky smirk on his face. “That was yesterday.”

The group of pilots each instantly became more somber. “The enemy’s new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage,” Warlock’s eyes drifted over the pilots in front of him. “Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” With that, Jake turned his head, smirking at Phoenix. She turned briefly to meet his stare, looking away seconds later and flipping him off discreetly. A shit-eating grin grew on your boyfriend's face.

“Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.” Jake turned, meeting Bradley’s stare with raised eyebrows. The mustached aviator only looked at the cocky pilot blankly.

Warlock continued as Maverick began walking toward them in the large hangar. “Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master,” Maverick’s footsteps echoed through the hangar as he grew closer to the group of pilots. “His exploits are legendary.” The pilots turned their heads to watch their new instructor walk down the aisle toward Warlock. When Jake tuners his head, expertly flipping the toothpick in his mouth, he wished that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Given his luck, he wasn't surprised that their new instructor was the man that he threw out of the bar last night. While part of him was looking forward to kicking the man's ass for what he did to you, the other part knew that you wouldn't want him to do that. Maverick may have wanted nothing to do with you, but that didn’t mean you wished the man any harm.

The sun was beating down on the pilots as they walked down the tarmac toward their planes. Rooster was walking quickly toward his, trying his hardest to ignore the man calling his name behind him. “Bradley!” That was the second time Maverick had called him, trying his call sign seconds before. Rooster kept walking forward, face fixed into a hard stare.

Maverick sighed. “Lieutenant Bradshaw!” At the use of his formal title, Bradley stopped. He turned to face the older man, his face unreadable. The pilot tried to sound unbothered, but it was easy to hear the irritation that laced his words.

“Yes sir.” Shaking his head slightly, Maverick stopped when he got closer to the younger pilot.

Bradley stared down at him with a blank expression. “Let’s not do it like this.” While he knew that there was dirty laundry to air, but he also knew that this was nowhere near the right place to do that. The two of them would need to have a conversation eventually, one that Maverick was dreading and Bradley was planning on avoiding.

Clenching his jaw, Bradley looked down at his superior. “You gonna wash me out?” Even though Bradley refused to acknowledge it, there was a pained look on Maverick’s face as he shook his head. A part of Maverick was now wishing that it never would have come to this, that he and Bradley never would have drifted apart the way that they did.

The pilot couldn’t take back what he had done, nor did he want to. Even though Bradley stood across from him now, hating the older man with every fibre of his being, he would never take back what he did. His actions bought Bradley an extra four years to prepare for the career he was about to begin. After making a promise to his best friend's widow that he would keep her son safe, pulling his papers was the least he could do. What he could only wish was that Bradley would understand that he did it to protect him.

He looked back up at the younger pilot, instantly reminded of his best friend. “That’ll be up to you, not me.” Bradley nodded slowly. He swallowed sharply and tried to keep his expression stoic.

“Am I dismissed?”

From his plane, Jake could see the two having a tense conversation. While he knew what happened between you and Bradshaw, and what happened between you and Maverick, he had no idea what happened between the two of them. In that moment, he made it his mission to find out.

“How was your day?” The question was out of your mouth before Jake had even closed the door. When you heard the rumble of his truck in the driveway, you headed toward the front door. Jake huffed and tossed his duffle bag onto the ground, practically collapsing into your arms once he was close enough.

He groaned into the soft skin of your neck. “It was the day from hell,” You chuckled quietly and rubbed your hand up and down his back. “Maverick is our instructor,” From that statement alone you could understand why his day was so terrible. Jake had always had trouble accepting the fact that Maverick had practically abandoned you because of Bradshaw’s actions. “One of the other guys made some bet so every time we lost we had to do 200 push up’s.”

You cooed softly. “Oh, my poor baby.” Jake laughed quietly and you grinned at the sound.

“Then Maverick, Bradshaw, and I went up and it was a whole cluster fuck,” That made you snort quietly. It didn’t surprise you that after nearly two decades, the egotistical men still couldn’t get over themselves enough to get the job done. “They did some cobra maneuver bullshit that nearly sent them into the ground.” If Jake felt you freeze, he didn’t say anything.

You may not be very happy with the men right now, but you didn’t want them to get themselves killed. You still cared about them. A glance at the clock told you that it was nearing 10:30 pm. “How about we head to bed, Sailor?” He nodded against your neck.

Silently, the two of you made your way toward your bedroom. Jake helped you strip out of your clothes, transfixed by the sight of your bare skin. He held you as you brushed your teeth, strong arms wound around your middle. You were slightly distracted by the soft kisses that Jake was peppering all across the side of your neck and up your jaw. Moaning softly, You smiled at the feeling and tilted your head to the side. “Let's go to bed, Jake.” You whispered.

Without complaint, Jake followed you to the bed. After a little bit of maneuvering, you and Jake were snuggled comfortably under the sheets. The pilot was curled into your chest as you played with his sandy blond hair. Within seconds, you could feel his breathing even out and hear the soft snores falling from his parted lips.

Just as you were about to drift off to sleep yourself, your phone lit up on the nightstand. A name that you hadn’t seen in a long time was staring back at you when you picked the phone up. Ice was asking if you wanted to get lunch. Why the man was up this late, you couldn’t say. But, instead of questioning the man, you simply agreed, promising to meet up with him tomorrow.

After hitting send and receiving Ice’s simple reply of a thumbs up, you set the phone down and let your eyes fall shut. It only took you a few minutes to drift off, images and flashes of years ago filling your mind as you slept. You had no idea what the next few days would hold.

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[lastofthemadones]

I have made a Rae playlist to match my Key one

I still don't have Spotify so the YouTube Music link is here.

You can find the Key playlist here

Brooklyn - Maisie Peters If you're looking, if you're looking for the girl of your dreams, She's in Brooklyn with me, she's in Brooklyn with me

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift They say I did something bad, Then why's it feel so good?

EAT ME - Demi Lovatio (feat. Royal & the Serpent) I can't spoon-feed you anymore, Dinner's served, it's on the floor, I can't spoon-feed you anymore, You'll have to eat me as I am

This Year - The Mountain Goats I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me, I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

You First - Paramore Everyone is a bad guy, And there's no way, no way to know, Who's the worst, Karma's gonna come for all of us, And I hope, well, I hope, I just hope, She comes, comes for you first, oh

Thick Skull - Paramore I am a magnet for broken pieces, I am attracted to broken people, I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding, And it looks like my fault, And it looks like I'm caught red-handed

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss, I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips, I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch

Killa - Cherish (feat. Yung Joc) [Shoutout to @thegoosereads who mentioned this song for the Key playlist and while I agree I also think it's a good Rae one] Shawty is a killer, But I really want him, And I got to have him tonight, Straight heart breaker, But it really don't matter, 'Cause I really want him tonight

good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo Well good for you, You look happy and healthy, not me, If you ever cared to ask

King - Florence + the Machine But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape, Just when you think you have it figured out, Something new begins to take, What strange claws are these scratching at my skin?, I never knew my killer would be coming from within, I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

A Little Evil Never Hurt Anyone [shoutout @kadharonon for immaculate vibes] Just do it in anger, Just do it for fun, A little evil never hurt anyone

girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo Well, I have captors I call friends, I got panic rooms inside my head, And I get down with crooked men, But I am the girl I've always been

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett I've never been afraid of any deviation, An' I don't really care, If ya think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change, An' I'm never gonna care, 'Bout my bad reputation

Villains Aren't Born (They're Made) - PEGGY Count your blessings, count your minutes, Played my game, hell, now you're in it, Bittersweet, my renegade, And I'm anything but tame, Grab your sword, you might just need it, 'Cause I'm not afraid of cheatin', Oh, I hate to tell you this way, But villains aren't born, Darlin', they're made

Getaway Car - Taylor Swift It was the best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind, But I didn't mean it and you didn't see it, The ties were black, the lies were white, In shades of grey in candlelight, I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

Hate me Harder - Kesha You're spending all that time and energy, Wasted on me, it's so flattering, You say I look like I just crawled out of a trash can, You say I'm obnoxious, nobody was asking, Luckily the jokes on you, I've got nothing left to prove

bad guy - Billie Eilish So you're a tough guy, Like it really rough guy, Just can't get enough guy, Chest always so puffed guy, I'm that bad type, Make your mama sad type, Make your girlfriend mad tight, Might seduce your dad type, I'm the bad guy

[merylstreepsworld]

Personal Tech Support

Pairing: Donna Sheridan x Fem!reader

Summary: You upgrade a few items around the island. Making Donna have to relearn technology.

Word count: 993

You've always been the tech-savvy one in your relationship with Donna. From the moment you first met, it was clear that while she had the charm, creativity, and charisma to run her small hotel on the Greek island of Kalokairi, she was a bit challenged when it came to modern technology. You, on the other hand, had a knack for all things electronic and mechanical. So, when you decided to surprise Donna by upgrading a few things around her hotel, you knew it would make her life easier, even if it did come with some comical challenges.

The hotel, though full of character and history, had its fair share of quirks. The plumbing was ancient, the electrical wiring was a patchwork of DIY solutions, and the Wi-Fi, well, it was more of a "Wi-Maybe." You couldn't stand to see your girlfriend struggle with these everyday issues, so you set out to modernize the place without compromising its rustic charm.

One of your first projects was installing a brand-new espresso machine in the hotel's café. You figured it would be a hit with the tourists who frequented the place. The sleek, stainless steel beast looked like it belonged in a spaceship compared to the old, sputtering coffee maker it replaced.

The morning after you installed it, Donna stood in front of the new espresso machine, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Love, how does this contraption work again?" she asked, casting you an adorable, bewildered look. You chuckled, walking over to her. "Darling, I've shown you this at least five times. You press this button for a regular espresso, this one for a cappuccino, and this one for a latte."

Donna blinked at the array of buttons. "But which one makes a regular coffee?"

You couldn't help but grin. "The one that says 'espresso,' Donna. It's the first button."

She nodded, clearly trying to remember. "Right, the 'ex-press-oh.' Got it."

You watched as she carefully pressed the button, and the machine whirred to life, making all sorts of futuristic noises. Espresso poured into the cup, and Donna beamed triumphantly as if she'd just solved a complex puzzle. You couldn't contain your laughter. "Don't worry, love," you said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "You'll get the hang of it."

Over the next few days, you introduced more upgrades. You replaced the old landline phone with a sleek, cordless model. You set up a modern sound system in the hotel's courtyard for music during the evening gatherings. You even convinced Donna to ditch the ancient cash register in favor of a user-friendly tablet-based point-of-sale system. With each new addition, Donna's confusion seemed to grow. She'd call you over for help, even when you were just in the next room. "Sweetie, can you come here? I can't get the music to play."

You'd sigh with faux exasperation, setting down whatever you were doing to assist her. "Donna, remember the app? You just select the playlist and press play."

"I know, I know," she'd reply, rolling her eyes at her own forgetfulness. "But it's all so...fiddly."

As much as you teased her about it, you couldn't deny the joy of watching her adapt to these newfangled devices. It was endearing to see her navigate the touch screen of the tablet POS system with determined concentration, making transactions for guests with a sense of accomplishment.

One evening, as you both sat on the terrace overlooking the azure sea, Donna sipped a glass of wine and turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know," she began, "I think you're secretly enjoying being my personal tech support." You chuckled, tracing circles on her hand. "Well, it does give me the chance to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

She laughed, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "You do have a point there."

As the summer days passed, Donna's tech anxiety began to wane. She'd proudly tell you about how she had successfully made a latte without any assistance, or how she'd mastered the art of Bluetooth pairing for the speakers. She even dared to experiment with the espresso machine, trying her hand at creating intricate latte art.

One morning, you walked into the café to find her diligently working behind the counter. She held up a cup with a heart-shaped design in the foam. "Look at this, my love!" she exclaimed. "I made a heart!" You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "That's fantastic, Donna! You're becoming a pro."

But just as you thought her tech-related troubles were a thing of the past, a new challenge emerged. You had upgraded the hotel's Wi-Fi, and while it was now faster and more reliable, Donna couldn't quite grasp the concept of network names and passwords.

"Darling," she called from the reception desk, "what's the code for the Wee-Fee again?"

You sighed, resigning yourself to another round of explanations. "It's Wi-Fi, Donna. And the password is 'KalokairiSunshine.'"

"Right, right," she replied with a nod, jotting it down on a piece of paper. You couldn't resist teasing her. "Donna, I've told you the password at least ten times. It's 'KalokairiSunshine,' like our beautiful island."

She laughed, folding her arms and giving you an impish look. "Well, maybe I just enjoy hearing you say it, my tech genius."

You shook your head in mock exasperation, but deep down, you cherished these moments. Donna's quirks, her playful nature, and her ability to embrace change, even if it came with a learning curve, were all part of what made her so special to you.

As the sun set over Kalokairi, casting a warm, golden glow across the hotel, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be Donna's partner in both love and technology. In your eyes, she was the heart and soul of the hotel, and you were more than happy to be the one who helped her keep it running, one espresso at a time.

[luke-hughes43]

will knowing from your texts you are having a shit day and he sets up a little movie night and little fort for her when she gets back and they spend the rest of the night just cuddled together eating her favorite snacks and watching her comfort movies

i could use this right now

~

you were having a shit day. your classes were hard (which you knew because your program was hard) but worked also sucked. your coworkers were being bitchy and you just wanted to go to bed. you had been texting will here and there when you could during work.

will❤️: what time are you off tonight?

you: 7 why?

will❤️: just curious. i'll have dinner for you when you get off. will❤️: do you want me to pick you up?

you: i'm just gonna take the train.

will❤️: i'd rather pick you up. please?

you: fine. but i get to steal a hoodie.

will❤️: ok. how was the day?

you: fine. the usual.

will❤️: you ok baby?

you: yea, just kinda over this shift. i gotta get back to the front but i'll see you at 7. i love you.

will❤️: i love you too baby.

7pm could not have come faster. all you wanted was to hug will. you least favorite coworker, lexi, walks over about 15 minutes before your shift ended and says, "hey y/n, do you think you can clean and reorganize the back shelf before you go? there's so much and i don't wanna do it but the manager says i can't leave until it's done."

"i'll help you start on it. but i'm off in 15 minutes so i will be leaving in 15 minutes. if you have a problem with that, talk to the manager but i'm not staying for an extra half an hour because your too lazy to do your actual job."

"what did you just say to me?" she scoffs. you roll your eyes and start wiping down everything at your station, "you heard me. i will help you start it but i'm leaving at 7. stop pawning off the work that you don't wanna do onto me, right before i leave so you can go early. i have a life outside this place too contrary to popular belief."

"oh yeah? like what?"

"like classes, a boyfriend, i'm in 3 clubs, and i have an internship."

"who would date you?" she scoffs, right as will walks in. you turn to see him and smile for the first time that day. you give him a short wave and sits at a table to wait for you. you point at him and say, "that's my boyfriend. and right on time for the end of my shift. good luck with the back shelf."

you giggle and clock out leaving her in shambles to do her actual job. you walk over to will and relax into his hold, finally feeling at peace with the day. he says rubbing her back, "come on. i gotta surprise for you back at the apartment."

you nod and he leads you to the car and drives you back to his place. during the drive, he's holding your hand and has his playlist on quietly. the drive back to his place was short. and when you get there, you see a mini fort of blankets and pillows set up with the new season of outer banks qued up on the screen and food out on the table.

you turn to face him and he has a small smile on his face. you ask, "what's all this?"

he shrugs, "just a little something. you seemed like you were having a bad day and i wanted to cheer you up." you feel you heart clench at his words and hug him tightly. you mumble against his chest, "this is perfect. thank you babe."

"anytime. now come on, dinner is probably cold and you got me hooked on the show and i need to know what happens."

you giggle and cuddle up to him with your food and blankets as he hits play. about 2 episodes in, you ditch your food and fully curl into will's side. he kisses your head and says, "i hope this made you feel a little better baby."

"it did. your the best will." you say pressing a kiss to his lips. you lean your head on his shoulder and focus back on the tv. you end up falling asleep halfway through the next episode and will picks you up and brings you to bed. he kisses your forehead and says, "sweet dreams beautiful." and then climbs in next you to cuddle while you sleep.

[ambiguouslady42]

Hiii lovely Steph! 🧡Here to join your event 😁(I‘m so excited! thanks for organising it btw😻)

Choso is my boo…🖤💜🤭 we don't need many words to understand each other: music and casual touches are our love language. He's my personal bodyguard, all cuddly and sweet when it's just the two of us, a real mean mug when we hit the club together 🤭 we are the image of a grunge couple, listening to indie songs while taking long strolls in the rain

@dreamingkitsunewrites

Hi Kat! Thank you for signing up for my event! I'm so grateful to have you as a follower of mine. I understand that you've been going through something challenging, and I want you to know that you can come and talk to me if need be. I made this playlist with some of my favourite '90s songs (and two of my favourite songs that I hold extremely close to my heart). While they don't sound extremely romantic in nature, they bring about those romantic feelings that I felt in my 20s.

In this little piece pays homage to Kurt Cobain and to the experiences I had when I was young and in love. I hope you like it <3

Choso appears offputting those he comes across. He seems scary based on his inability to smile at strangers, his long black hair, and the piercings that he displays. He wears a look-a-like of the famed Kurt Cobain sweater with his vintage band t-shirts that he finds at second-hand stores. His jeans may have holes in them and his chucks are worn out, but it doesn’t matter to you. Beneath all of this, he is your sweet Choso Bear. 

He sometimes feels awkward around you, unsure of the words to say to you. He sees you and he wants to express how beautiful you are, but his shyness is criminal. However, you are the source of support that he needs. Whenever you can hold his hand, it gives him the courage to allow himself the pleasure to touch your skin. His fingers intertwined make his heart beat like a hammer. Your hands don’t become enough when he desires to feel the softness of your face and hold it between his hands to give you the softest kisses that he can, being so afraid to break you if he pushes himself too hard. 

When you go to local shows in your area, you wear your combat boots in case you have to kick some asshole who dares to lay a hand on you. However, you’ll never have to worry because your Choso will be there holding you close, resting his head on yours as you look at the stage. The crowd could either be swaying or attempting to mosh, but he will be there to keep anyone from touching you. On the occasion that someone steps on your toes, he will shove that person before pointing that person out to security that they need to be removed from the venue. He’ll pull you away from the crowd to check that you’re okay, placing soft kisses on your temples to comfort you. The reality is that you weren’t hurt, but it’s nice that he wants to make sure that you feel safe. 

You’ll roam the streets afterwards, looking for a cheap bite to eat. Both of you don’t need fancy restaurants or lifestyles; the tender company that you share is enough to feel like the world is yours. You’ll steal his fries when he isn’t looking, but he knows that you’ll always steal them, so that’s why he makes sure to get a second order when you tell him, “Hmmm, I don’t feel like having fries tonight.” When you go home together late at night, you’ll take the bus home. You have a habit of forgetting to bring a jacket, but you do this on purpose. You covet the Kurt Cobain sweater, but he’ll always be the gentleman and let his girl wear it when he sees you crossing your arms as that cool breeze hits you. You can smell his musk on the sweater, and that’s truly what you wanted at the end of this evening. 

When you get home, he’ll say, “Keep it, it looks better on you right now.” You go to bed together, wearing nothing but a sweater, a t-shirt, and underwear, and he will just sleep in his underwear. There’s nothing more blissful than being in each other’s arms after spending a night out together. You close your eyes and hope you can see him in your dreams. Every night in your dreams, you’re together, going on whatever adventure comes your way.

[lyranova]

600 and 700 Follower Event!

Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well! Since I’ve gotten a lot of my regular requests done I decided to go ahead and open my event requests 🥰, now since this is a double event you all will have a few options. You can either ask for a Oneshot or you can ask for my opinion on Black Clover Characters/Ships/Story/etc; or you can ask for both 🥰! I do have a few rules as far as my writing prompts go and they will be listed below but first I’ll put the “Character Opinions”!

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You can ask for my Black Clover opinion on any character/ship/story/etc;! This will be closed when I close my writing requests (which will be when I hit 15 for each prompt list), but until then you guys can ask me anything and everything about BC and I’ll give you my opinion, you may also ask as many times as you’d like for this, even if you have follow up questions or just want to discuss things more 🥰!

Now onto the prompts~!:

1. There will be 2 prompt options, the first prompt option is “Love Me Like You Do” which is a SFW prompt list. Then there is “Touch Me Like You Do” which is more NSFW/Suggestive.

2. I will only be accepting 15 requests for both prompt lists!

3. If you decide to request from “Touch Me Like You Do” then you MUST be off anon. Period. But I will keep you anonymous unless otherwise stated (in other words you need to request off anon, but when I post it you’ll stay anonymous!).

4. Most of the prompts are romantic in nature but I can try my best to do platonic ones if the prompt is right!

5. I do not have an end date for these, I’ll close the event when I reach 15 requests for each prompt list!

These are all the rules I can think of so far, but please read my regular rules as well because those will also apply to this! Now onto the prompt lists~!

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Playlist Here

ALL SLOTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR THIS PROMPT LIST!

1 “Just let me love you (let me love, let me love you)”

2 “All I know is I know that I'm giving you my life”

3 “Hold my hand and keep me close, I'll never let you go. No, not tonight. Keep me by your side”

4 “Isn’t it lovely the way that you love me? The way that you, way that you do.”

5 “And I'd give up forever to touch you. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be. And I don't want to go home right now.”

6 “All that I ever was, Is here in your perfect еyes, they're all I can see.”

7 “Put your hand in mine. You know that I want to be with you all the time. Oh darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine.”

8 “I'm breaking down living in the memories. Inside my memory,”

9 “Please don’t be in love with somebody else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

10 “It's a promise I'm making to you. Whatever may come, your heart, I will choose.”

11 “The shadows of your heart are hanging in the sweet, sweet air, (I know you, baby).”

12 “What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart. But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.”

13 “If I was your hero, would you be mine? I know this ain't a fairytale, this is real life.”

14 “So I wrote it down on our kitchen table. If you ever forget that you love me.”

15 “Kiss me once (If you wanna take it to an even higher level). Kiss me twice (All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow). Kiss me three times (If you wanna take it to an even higher level).”

16 “I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you Tell Me What to Do.”

17 “Just close your eyes. You'll be alright. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound.”

18 “(All I need is you in my life). (I just wanna love you). I need you.”

19 “The shadows of this world. Will try to steal you away into their arms. But you belong in mine.”

20 “Our broken halves, they intertwine. From once was yours and once was mine.”

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1 “I’m really in the mood to tease you today.”

2 “I’m starving, but I want to eat all of you”

3 “I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me.”

4 “I just want to make you feel good”

5 “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

6 “You’re mine to touch. And no one else’s”

7 “Should I help you wash up?”

8 “I’m already dying to take you right now. So don’t tempt me”

9 “Forgive my lips, they find pleasure in the most unusual places.”

10 “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how.”

11 “Your pants, they bother me. Take them off.”

12 “I like it when you say my name like that”

13 “I’m not wearing any panties”

14 “You’re mine, and I don’t share”

15 “You’re So Good/You’re Such a Good Girl/Boy”

16 “Tell Me What You Want”

17 “Don’t/Can’t Hold Back”

18 “Shh We’ll Get Caught”

19 “Another Round?”

20 “Are You Sure About This?”

[simpingforcreamsoda]

Spotify Wrapped

Thoughts:

Qumu Burning Town remix winning was NOT a surprise, I put it on loop when I’m editing code and it makes me fucked up and insane

I’M MS. SUGAR PINK LIQUOR LIQUOR LIPS

The last three of my top five are all the Frontiers boss themes??? Lmao??? I mean they ruled so

HIT ME WITH YOUR SWEET LOVE STEAL ME WITH A KISS

Skillet being my #2 is SUCH a lie they had like 3 songs in my overall wrapped playlist and only two were semi-high (Back From the Dead and Circus for a Psycho). I got a video from Mr. Skillet himself saying thanks for being one of his top listeners and like, you’re welcome??? I guess??? I listened to Marina way more than them and yet she's at my #9? Who knows.

I’M MS. SUGAR PINK LIQUOR LIQUOR LIPS

This is the first year neither Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy nor Nightcore Rockefeller Street were in my top five. Both played during the wrapped presentation, though.

I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH

Apparently my music taste is centralized in Colorado Springs, USA so… shout out to all my homies down there!

I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH (number 1 song in my heart <3)

[the-acid-pear]

The feminine urge to listen to Marina and the Diamonds

[uajules-blog]

// – tag drop !!

[glazelilyy]

the little things

pairings (separately!)- diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader (modern au!)

word count - 1770

genre - fluff

format- drabbles

warnings - none!

summary - a collection of cute, brief modern moments with the boys :)

a/n - if you've been around long enough on my account, you might know that i absolutely adore modern aus hehehehe so this post is just one big giant self indulgence :P also first post with thoma!! :D i love my sunshine boy he's so sweet :P

diluc—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you arrive home, exhausted and tired expecting to met with an empty and bleak living room. but, instead, are greeted with the scent of fresh, sweet roses and the gentle, albeit scratchy hum of an old record player. flickering candles decorate the apartment, and in the middle of it all stands your prince charming. clad in his dress clothes from the office, tie loosely hung from his collar and black dress sleeves rolled up to the elbow with sleep deprived bags under his eyes to compliment the look, you've never seen a man more handsome. and just as a prince does, his hand stretches forwards and with your acceptance he sweeps you off your feet for a night of dancing in your cleared out living room to old, romantic songs in tandem to the sound of your synchronized heartbeats.

kaeya—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN your mind scrambles for purchase amidst draining thought after thought while you toss and turn in bed, and your stomach growls at an impossible time of night. it's almost as though kaeya has a sixth sense or something, because just minutes later there are stones hitting against the glass of your bedroom window, and lo and behold on your front lawn stands kaeya with two takeout bags in his hands and that all too familiar boyish smile on your face. he'll lead you by the hand, sneakily and quietly as if you were stalking amidst forbidden shadows of the night, up to the roof, where constricting ceilings fall away and above you lay a blanket of stars. the jagged roof tiles dig incessantly into your skin, but his cheesy stories and antics of stealing bits of your food are enough to soften and ease the many thoughts that had poked at your mind. his shoulder is warm, warmer is his smile and warmest are his lips against yours.

albedo—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the weight of school trembles heavily against your back, but he's there to soothe you. "allow me, love," he says, and scooches in beside you to read over your course material. his voice sounds of the sweetest symphonies, even when he's recounting the most boring of equations and facts to you in simple and precise manners. he's always managed to make things easier for you. under the illumination of your desk lamp and the faded stars from outside your window, he appears to shine so bright. brighter than the most luminous of stars, a beacon in your darkest times. but your thoughts remain snug in your head, which manages to loll onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and your consciousness drifts off to the comforting lilt of his voice. he looks down at you with a fond smile on his face, and presses a kiss to your forehead before shutting the textbook and switching off your desk lamp.

childe—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN his hands snake so suavely and sneakily around your arms and maneuver your flour-covered hands because he's just "showing you how to stir the bowl properly" and not trying to fluster you, apparently. your kitchen is nothing short of a mess from an earlier flour fight, empty bowls once filled with cake batter, there's smidges of cake frosting on his cheek and a fragrant sweetness of sugar in the air. you let him lick the spatula—"just this once," you say, but you know you'll let him do it again. his arms wind tightly around your waist, frosting smidged cheek nestled tight into the crook of your neck and you give in to his sways and gentle hums of childhood lullabies against your neck and the soft tune of his spotify playlist in the background. he kisses you and it tastes impossible sweet, and you're sure it's because of how sweet he is rather than the frosting he had devoured earlier.

zhongli—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN dawn breaks through the threshold beyond the horizon and glimmers of golden light pour onto your entanglement of limbs. you're snug, body secure in his arms and face comfortably nestled in the crook of his neck, safe and shielded against the outstretched arms of the waking world. "just one more minute," you mumble, but it's too late to slip back under and you peel your eyelids open to be met with glimmering pools of golden eyes that peer ever so lovingly back at you. there's a faint flicker of amusement in his eyes as his warmth leaves you vulnerable and bare in your shared bed, where you end up trotting after him out of bed. he's already prepared two steaming cups of tea by the time you've freshened up and stumble into the kitchen. his phone comes alive with hinderances of board meetings and closing deals, and the sounds of car horns scream up from the streets outside, and yet he takes his place beside you at the kitchen counter and raises his cup in greetings, to a morning with you by his side.

xiao—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you beg him to teach you the ways of navigating your most dreaded enemy: the skateboard. his hands would be firm in your own as you tremble on baby deer legs on his board, wobbling to and fro like a spinning top. he's patient, ever so calm with a slight hint of annoyance whenever you do make a teasing remark at how gentle his teachings are. under faded, dim streetlights with the scent of burnt concrete and adrenaline in the air, his hands would find their way around your hips and propel you forwards as you squawk and scream for purchase and security on his body. admittedly, he much rather prefers when your back is pressed tight against his chest and your feet are planted on the harsh black of the board, while he propels it forwards and keeps his arms wound tight around your waist. as a treat for your hard work, bubble tea is your reward, and your cup is emptied in the dead of night in an empty parking lot, sitting on an empty curb. your feet and his feet rest upon the board, rocking it back and forth and your head lolls on his shoulder with his secure arm around your waist.

kazuha—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN all is quiet and tranquil save for the gentle rustle of parchment and paper gliding against once another like gentle waves. light streams in through the translucent blinds attached to the high ceiling and allow in a pleasant breeze from beyond the glass panes. shoulder to shoulder, a book in each of your laps, phones long discarded save for yours, ignorant to the incessant whining of cars and chatter outside. his hand is akin to a gentle, blazing fire as it rests within your own, brilliant vermillion eyes trained on the text in front of him with his free hand skimming over the various faded words in the leather bound book. a lone earbud rests within the cavity of his ear, and you share the matching piece, where gentle melodies and soothing voices coax you into a state of tranquility. he squeezes your hand when the song ends, and you return your focus back to the book in your lap with an equally gentle squeeze right back and a loving smile on your face.

scaramouche—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you clamber into his home office and ask him for just a moment's reprieve from his work. "can't, busy," he replies, but you're stubborn—if not more stubborn than him, and soon he finds himself being dragged away from the endless cycle that was his work and nudged down onto the living room couch. he mumbled strings of profanities and grumbles of objection, but you're apparently having none of it. with every sour word that comes out, a loving kiss is instead pressed to his temple, then nose, cheek, eyelid, and, of course, lips. he's gone stiff on the couch, unsure of what schemes you've come up with as you rummage through a nearby bin of items. a pair of headphones and his preferred controller were tossed his way, along with your blindingly beautiful smile. the tv screen before him lights up, and your weight flops down beside him, donning your own pair of headphones and controller. "the reports can wait," he thinks, first he has to demolish you in a game of your choosing.

dainsleif—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you catch him tenderly caring for the gentle roses and carnations growing in his backyard. each flower was tended with love under dainsleif's watchful eye. many would think it was quite amusing: dainsleif, no doubt a giant of a man, finding solace in such a fragile pastime. you, however, know how much of a gentle teddy bear he is beneath his hardened exterior. you come up beside him and whisper in hushed voices as if the blooming flowers could overhear your conversations. there's an affectionate douse of tranquility in every one of his precise movements, ridding his flower beds of weeds and carefully inseminating the earth with fresh plants from your recent trip to the hardware store. he picks his most beautiful flower: a luscious, wine red rose that drips with the sweetest aroma, and tucks it behind your ear once its thorns had been clipped off. he smells of fairy forests and daydreams, and his lips taste of magic when you dive in to feel all of him, with his flower nestled securely behind your ear.

thoma—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the seasons have shifted and spring cleaning has come around. dusty boxes and old trinkets covered in a thick coating of dust lie around your house, brooms and pans and a lone vacuum sit tight against a nearby wall. no cleaning has been done, which would usually leave thoma in an antsy mood. but he's never felt such peace, allowing you into his lap while he sits cross legged on the floor and leans against a nearby wall of your apartment. in your lap is an old photo album containing the many memories that even thoma could still recall in vivid detail. a photo of you holding up your pet dog, taroumarou, on the day he was adopted. a photo of him striking a silly pose next to an equally silly advertisement you'd found while taking a midnight walk. a photo of you and him during a trip up north, where all you saw for miles were blankets of stars. "the cleaning can wait," he mumbles with a faint, nostalgic smile, and picks up the next of many, many albums and allows you to turn the first page.

date published: october 29th, 2021

[sebastianstansqueen]

Cheer Up Love 6

A/N: This isn't quite our end 😏, Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,802

Warnings:  Angst, Lies, bitchy friends, Gaslighting, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: Still In Love

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 Bucky came and Picked Y/n up from the hospital, she had gotten ready in a pink dress with a floral pattern, everything was like how it originally was peaceful even when getting home Natasha was there to greet Y/n, and she hugged her friend. “I’m so glad to see you.” The redhead smiled. “Bucky I’m stealing your wife for the rest of the day.” Natasha said with a glimmer of happiness in her eyes. “I missed you so much I started to write gossip in a journal.” 

“You did? I should read it then.” Y/n smiled. 

“I’ve missed you.” Natasha tells her. 

Y/n nodded. “I’ve missed you too, and I feel a lot better.” 

“Where's Sam?” Bucky asked. 

Natasha looked at him. “He’s golfing with Steve, you should go.”

“Yeah, baby, all you’ve done is look after me you should have some fun.” Y/n nodded with Natasha. 

“Plus we gotta do some gardening.” Natasha added, Y/n looked at her in confusion. “You should know it's not actual gardening, we're gonna drink and look at the plants.” The two of them laughed. 

Bucky stepped forward and pulled her in, he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, and a flash of a metal hand doing the same thing flashed through her mind. 

Later that same day Natasha’s kids came home and ran up to Y/n hugging her. She smiled warmly at the twins, hugging both of them.

The next day went as all days did she waved goodbye to Bucky, then she cleaned and worked on dinner, she had gotten ready in an off-white dress with a rose pattern.

Y/n saw Bucky pull up through the window, she got a drink ready and he walked in. “Hi.” She smiled at him.

“Hey, it smells delicious.” He told her then pulled Y/n into a kiss, he took the drink from her hand and threw it back, he continued to kiss her, and Y/n giggled in between.

“Hey, I don’t want what smells delicious to burn.” She pulled away and walked into the kitchen. “God that's beautiful.” She said looking at the chicken she prepared for dinner that it was a nice glowing tan color.

Then she heard it, Bucky was putting a record onto the record player but he started to sing it. “Darling, I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?” Y/n started to sing along with him, as she picked up the food to place on the table, a rush went through her as images ran through her mind, the chicken dropped to the floor. 

Four Years Ago

“Y/n, I just want to help you.” Bucky said as he stood behind you kissing your neck gently. 

“Bucky not right now.” You sighed walking away. 

That was when he decided what he had to do. One night he planned for the two of you to have a nice home dinner, the two of you sat across from one another, and you sipped on your wine. “Bucky this tastes a little weird don’t you think?” You asked, eyeing the red drink. 

Bucky took a sip of his and shrugged. “It tastes fine to me.” 

You nodded along and soon your head hit the table, Bucky dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom, he put cuffs around your wrists and ankles, then an IV in your arm that was to keep you drowsy and unable to move. 

Bucky had bought something from Tony not too long ago; this was something new. Iron Man created a viral tool that could transport you into a sweet escape from stress and worry in a new safe place called Westview.

He took over for you at your company after telling everyone about ‘Y/n Had a really bad car crash that put her into a coma ’ as he worded it to the company. 

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You were on the tiled ground of your kitchen gasping and crying. “Y/n?” Bucky asked.

You reached out a hand to stop him from moving closer to you, you were currently in the middle of what felt like an anxiety or panic attack. “Don’t!” You stopped him, as you let out a scream in pain.

“You're having another episode Y/n, Let me help you.” He started to walk forward towards you. “Just breathe Y/n.” You took deep breaths. “That's good just to breathe.” 

You looked at him like a caged animal did when  it was captured. He took a step forward and you ran around the island in the kitchen going to the opposite side he was on. “Stay away from me.” You hissed. 

“Please just stay calm.” Bucky said as he chased you. You couldn’t run for long, the pain still making you scream out. “You're gonna be okay just let me explain.” Bucky said walking up to you. 

You were out of breath. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Look at me Y/n, you're my wife, I love you.” He slowly walked forward.

You shook your head. “No, No you can't say that.” You walked to the living room to get away from him. “You don’t love me.”

He pointed at you and started walking to the living room. He shook his head. “No, don't do that.” He stopped in front of you once again. “Y/n, just think about your life and what you want, I saved you from being miserable and overworking yourself. You were always working at the office or saving the world.” His voice began to rise. 

“Your psychotic Bucky.” You said backing away. “You took my life away from me.” 

“No, I saved you!” He yelled.

You shook your head and started to cry. “That’s not true, that’s not true, I wanted to work and to save the world and you took that away from me! That’s not a choice you get to make Bucky!” 

“I Gave this to you! You should be thanking me!” He continued yelling. “I Gave you all of this Y/n, We are lucky to be here, Tony built this world so we could live the life that we deserve, that you deserve! I have to leave here every moring to continue on saving the world and run your company so that I can feed you with real food and I hate it Y/n I Fucking Hate it!” He still yelled. “And you get to stay here and be happy.” He sighed. 

You wiped your tears off your cheeks. “I came to you! I came to you and you made me feel like I was fucking crazy!”

Bucky kneeled before you. “Y/n I’m so sorry.” You turned away crying. “I don’t have to lie to you anymore, Y/n I love you, I’m so sorry I love you, I just want you happy and safe, I’d do anything for you, you are my whole life.” 

“Bucky I love you, but I shouldn't not after this.” You sobbed. 

Bucky grabbed onto your waist and pulled you to him. “Y/n, it’s not about where we are it's about if were together, your the one who said that.” He sighed. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “Are there other people like me? Where are there bodies?”

Bucky looked up at you. “I don’t know where they are.” 

You gasped. “Oh my god the kids, oh my god.” 

“No, No there fake they aren’t even real.” He said as he cupped your cheek. “We can be happy.” He whispered repeatedly. 

“No Bucky, No Bucky, Please, let me go please.” You begged, he was gripping you by your waist so tight that it was restricting you from breathing. “Let go.” You begged. “I-I cant breath Bucky.” When he wouldn’t let go you grabbed the cup that was previously filled with whisky and smashed it over his head, blood stained the dress you wore. 

Natasha walked in minutes later. “Y/n?”

You rolled over. “Nat, come on we have to go come on.” Little did you know Tony was getting an important phone call telling him that you had killed Bucky in the simulation. 

Bucky shot up in the bed trying to get the program for him to work again but it wouldn't, all the wires were fired and he couldn’t get back in. 

You turned to Natasha. “I-I can hear him, he’s yelling at me out there.” You said crying. 

“Y/n, you have to go to headquarters.” She told you. “They’ll head to you and Bucky in the real world and they will kill you.” 

“Come with me.” You begged her.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to go. I chose to be here along with Sam, so that we could have kids together.” 

“What?” You gasped, and you walked out of the house. Sam stood on your land along with every other neighbor standing around looking at you. 

“Who’s blood is that?” Sam asked, you ignored him and got into the car, and he repeated his question. 

Sam tried to stop you by running in front of the car as you tried pulling away, Natasha pushed him out of the way tackling him to the ground. “Y/n Run!” She yelled. That began a car chase through the forest you were spreading and a car pulled in front of you, you braked, causing the two cars right on your tail to crash into the one in front of you. 

You drove up the mountain to that building you went to weeks ago, halfway up the mountain you crashed into the side your car stuck you walked around it and started running the rest of the way up. 

People were contacting Tony nonstop over the situation, Pepper was cutting up some vegetables as Tony paced back and forth. She gripped her knife and stabbed him. “It’s my turn now.” 

The people who were working for the project climbed the side of the mountain you got to the top of the mountain out of breath and sweating, and you made it to the building and stopped you felt Bucky hugging you from behind you knew you still loved him. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered. 

“I have to.” You whispered and you ran up and slammed your hands against the glass, the workers came up from behind just as you did.

You gasped as you woke up, your arms and wrists still bound to the bed you yanked at the restraints. “Help!” You yelled out.

A/n: You're mad aren't you? This is our end, technically, you can go down path way A: Bucky comes into the room. OR B: Bucky left you there knowing he couldn’t technically over power you in the real world.