#BINE DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?

[for-your-comfort]

Hi! I hope you're still taking requests, but can I request a Knuckle Bine x hunter!Reader fic?

Reader is also one of Morel's apprentices and she participates in the fight against the Chimera Ants at the palace. But she's also secretly in love with Knuckle (he's oblivious) and she decides to confess to him in the spur of the moment mid palace infiltration. They just have this little "we might be dead by tomorrow so fuck this" moment, and confess to eachother and kiss desperately before getting back to fighting the Royal Guards. I live for life or death romantic situations and angsty/fluffy moments 😭

I love your writing so I hope I'm not bothering you! Kisses :)

Now or Never

Knuckle x Reader

a/n: i’m sorry this isn’t really what you asked for, i changed it a little to adapt to my current knowledge of HXH since i don’t want to do the chimera ant arc any injustice by putting an unfitting scene in.

summary: you’ve been sent on a dangerous quest with Knuckle and Shoot, and find yourself doubting whether you will even make it out alive. what better moment to confess your feelings?

warnings: injuries + blood loss (no graphic descriptions), bit of angst (but also comfort)

word count: 1603

A moment you feel most vulnerable in… Like your entire world is crashing down, and you’re so helpless, because there is absolutely nothing you can do.

What do you do at this moment? When you’re aware of how fast your thoughts are racing, as if competing with your pounding heartbeat in your ears. And yet still none of those thoughts are helpful, they’re nothing but mere, fleeting ideas passing through. Nothing you need, nothing to save you, nor the person next to you.

Your hiding spot is behind a few boxes, and so far they’ve been a good place to not be found. You listen carefully for anything suspicious, yet all you can hear is your own heartbeat, the irregular breaths of your friend, and the shuffling steps that must belong to the beast. You’re lucky to have limited it’s hearing and smelling senses during the earlier fight, or else you would surely already have been found. And given the circumstances, there’s no guarantee you’d make it.

You put a hand on the ground to steady yourself, and wince in pain when your palm touches the dirty ground. There’s a cut across your hand, that you hadn’t noticed up until now. You will have to clean the wound later and make sure it isn’t infected, if you make it out of this situation alive, that is.

“What is it?”

A hushed voice, barely even a whisper, is heard from beside you. You clutch your hand into a fist as your eyes meet Knuckle’s and guilt washes over you. Isn’t it so selfish to think of your own injury, when the person you cherish most is in much worse shape?

Your eyes linger on Knuckle’s once-white jacket that is all soaked up with blood, and just imagining where it’s coming from makes you tear up once again. He must be in so much pain.

Yet, nobody could have predicted this. Not Morel, when he sent Shoot, Knuckle and you out on a casual bounty hunt for a monster that has turned out to be a bite much bigger than the three of you can chew.

Not Shoot, who had agreed to it without a second thought after seeing the nods of Knuckle and you, who is now nowhere to be seen, ever since you lost sight of him somewhen during the fight before.

And certainly not Knuckle, who has overexerted himself, and gotten this beat up. His usual so energetic self is now slumped against a wooden box, sitting on the floor to your left. The sight breaks your heart over and over again.

“Hm?”

He asks again, and you can tell he’s getting weaker. How much blood has he lost? How much more can he hold on?

You can no longer hold back the tears now silently trickling down your cheeks. You can’t even remember the last time you felt like this, so at the mercy of fate’s cruelty as you couldn’t do anything but sit and wait for the inevitable end, since the two of you can’t possibly hide forever.

You get lost in the features of Knuckle, the deep lines on his face and his furrowed eyebrows. His usually so bold mouth, with lips that have their corners turned downwards now.

His big hands have always seemed so strong and secure, and even at this moment you long for nothing more than to feel them around you, and wake up to find all of this to be just a horrible nightmare. But his hands are tightly clutching the side of his stomach, and you know he’s trying to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding.

A tiny part of you hopes Shoot escaped and is seeking help in the nearest city, however you know very well that it’s hard to access, and even at your usual pace, at least an hour away. By now, that hope for help has pretty much died out.

You make another feeble attempt to use your nen ability, but the presence of the beast is still blocking it out.

You tightly clutch one hand within the other and press your eyes shut, before you feel a rough hand gently wipe your tears.

“Why are you crying?”

You shake your head as you look at Knuckle, and even more tears pour down your face and cheeks, some getting caught in Knuckle's calloused fingers, others spilling down to your clenched hands. But you will not speak. You will buy Knuckle, and yourself, as much time as possible. You will not make one single sound, that could betray your location to the beast. At least, that’s your plan.

As if having read your thoughts, Knuckle goes silent for a moment. He musters you with that look again, that one he gives you whenever you do something he disapproves of, or doesn’t understand.

“Once all this is over and we’re back home tomorrow, I’ll make Shoot and you those dumplings again. I know you mock and criticise my cooking, but it will be the best dumplings of your life-“

You interrupt him with a push against his arm, and he lets it drop to the ground with no resistance. He expected this.

“How can you say that!?” You hiss at him, “Don’t you understand? We might be dead by tomorrow!”

The salty tears rush down your cheeks even quicker as you angrily glare at Knuckle, still trying your hardest to be as quiet as possible.

A soft sigh escapes Knuckle as he reaches an arm out towards you, and gently pulls you into his mostly uninjured side. You simply let it happen, and close your eyes upon impact with his shoulder as you carefully snake an arm around his waist, the other wrapping around his other shoulder.

You can hear him taking a breath to say something, but nothing more than a quiet sob rips through the silence. You instantly pull away to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“You don’t deserve this. Any of this. I failed you.”

His voice is so quiet.

You shake your head and hug him tightly once again, this time with his face buried in your shoulder. You gently brush through his hair with your fingers to soothe him, as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You could never fail me. You did all you could, we both did. Then this is just how it has to happen.”

He lets out another sob as he clings onto you, his tears slowly soaking through your shirt.

You hold him tightly, silently crying into his hair. This is honestly the last moment you’d expect to be in when you would get to hold him like this for the first time, but given the circumstances, now there might not be any other moment for this in the future…

“I have feelings for you,” you start, “I have had them for a while now. I guess this might be the last time I get to tell you.”

At once, his eyes are on you, wide and startled, but not in a negative way. You’re happy to see some of his usual energy to be back, even if only for the moment, and that twinkle in his eyes you love so dearly has returned.

You can’t help but reach out to brush your hand through his hair again, your fingers tangling in his curls and getting stuck in the pompadour. Instantly, it seems like Knuckle is melting at your touch like soft butter in the sun. A warm feeling spreads inside your chest at this reaction, as if you swallowed the sun yourself.

“I had no idea… Why didn’t you say anything sooner? No, wait- aaaaaah! I should have said something!”

You cover his mouth with your hand, looking left and right, listening hard, in fears that his whisper-shouts gave away your location. You’re not out of danger, how could you be so reckless? But there’s not a single thing you hear, and you slowly remove your hand.

As you do, even Knuckle seems to sigh out in relief before you feel a calloused hand on your cheek, and Knuckle’s warm breath on your chin before your lips meet.

You sit there, frozen in shock, yet only for a moment. Your eyes flutter closed, your hands desperately grasping at his clothes for some stability, even when you know you must be the strong one in a situation where he is injured.

You two don’t let go of each other, neither of you daring to break the kiss. This wonderful, soft kiss.

His lips are chapped and dry, and you imagine yours aren’t any better. But still, you couldn’t imagine your first kiss to be any more perfect. For while you’re here, there’s no danger. There’s no beast out there to get you, no wound in your palm to burn in pain as you clench fistfuls of Knuckle’s shirt, and no pools of blood seeping through the same once-white shirt.

Right now, this might not even be the last kiss.

“There you are. I could hear you whispering.”

Both Knuckle and you snap your heads towards the source of the voice. And you see Shoot, looking at you with a warm smile.

You first worry that the beast might hear you, but knowing Shoot, he would never be so careless. The beast must already be disposed of. You two are safe. Knuckle will be okay, and you will make sure of that. You look at him, and the look on his face tells you that he has drawn the same conclusions as you.

“Let’s go home.”

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

LAZY DAY WITH WANDA

headcannon!

WARNINGS : none!! just soft lovey-dovey stuff!! like one little kiss-makeout that's super quick but not heated so if you're uncomfortable feel free to skip!

NOTE ; hi!! author speaking!! this is my first time posting anything fic-like ever so if you have any criticisms or ideas pls pls share them!!!!!! i'm interested in seeing new ways to do things and improve!! thanks for reading, enjoy!! xx

you wake up to a wanda-less bed, the room cool without her to warm it. you sigh into your sheets and slowly wake up, letting your body ease into it. not rushing. golden light breathing life into the room, soft and hazy through the under-layer of curtains. wanda must have opened them.

eventually, you're awake enough that you register the savoury smell in the air. it fills the house with the warm smell of hand-crushed spices and roasted vegetables. you recognise the scents as one of wanda's favourite breakfast meals: zacusca¹, polenta ², and franzela ³. one of the dishes her mother had taught her when she was young. (pietro said it was overrated but still gobbled it down whenever wanda made it.)

as you make your way to the kitchen, practically cartoon floating towards the smell, you hear wanda softly humming the sweet little love song she'd been into lately, 'ce bine ca esti' ⁴ and smile adoringly to yourself at how cute your girlfriend was.

when you enter the room, wanda is a graceful flow of movement, floating around the space. her hands cutting vegetables adroitly before dropping them ceremoniously into a sizzling pan. she always refused to use her magic in the kitchen, she thought it tainted the beauty of it. right now, you understood just what she meant.

she looks like art with her hair pulled away from her face, frizzy from the heat and her movements confident. her skin warmed by the sunlight that gave everything a golden glow, especially wanda. its enchanting, really. you observe from the entrance, taking note of the sweatpants she stole from you last night during your movie marathon. the one that ended with you both cuddling and eventually asleep by movie three. what? day jobs are draining.

when she turns to grab a mug full of a coffee so pale it's almost ghostly, she spots you. an ardent smile growing on her face that has you wanting to lionize her forever. "good morning, моя любовь*. ce mai faci în această dimineață?" *

you hum a, "fine," padding towards her leisurely and preening at the affectionate greeting, "smells amazing in here."

she hums back and smiles, "thank you. i was gonna wake you but you just looked so peaceful, i couldn't possibly. do you want anything to drink? food's almost ready." you nod your head and move in to hug her. hugs from wanda never felt uncomfortable, they just felt safe and warm. they had an effect like no other. "i missed you." she says, whispering it like a prayer she only wanted you to hear. "missed you more." you reply, letting every muscle and thought relax into her. you can tell she's doing the same.

when you both let go, she reaches out to your face, cupping your cheeks and running her thumbs along the apples of them. the sunlight behind her giving her a halo, you wonder what your past self did to deserve an angel. whatever it was, you'd try to replicate it, so you'd get to spend all your eternities just like this. "ce am facut sa te merit?" * she says dreamily, voicing your own thoughts while taking in every inch of your face. you used to feel exposed and embarrassed by it, but now you just feel enveloped in wanda's love. she may be the scarlet witch but the magic you felt with her was different. it was like being on a different celestial plane everytime she looked at you.

"you're asking me?" she chuckles and leans in, mumbling "shut up," against your lips. you both melt into each other, you lean into her body, hands sliding onto her waist, and by the time she pulls away, you're both practically hugging. she gives a few more short kisses that have you both grinning and giggling like fools. it's such a beautiful moment, you find yourself memorising how this feels. trying to keep it safe and locked away from anything that could ruin it. there's a beat where she stops kissing and just looks at you, her eyes so tender and loving your stomach really does feel butterflies "what?" you whisper. "shh," she says, "i'm observing." that gets a giggle out of you, "observing what, exactly?" still smiling, she says, "perfection, of course."

after another moment of wanda's "observations", she pecks you on the cheek once more, putting her attention back on the meal. she asks you to grab as many pillows and blankets as you can while she finishes up. you pile the blankets until you're satisfied with the fluff, smoothing it down until it's nice and full. then, you toss on the pillows, a little less particular but keeping in mind how much wanda loves to sink into them.

when wanda strides over, steaming plates in hand, you take a deep, reveling breath, "mmm that smells amazing, wanda." she smiles and crosses her legs as lowers herself to the ground. "only the best for you, my love." she says leaning into your shoulder.

after what felt like years of gentle arguing over what you'd watch, you decide on a sitcom wanda had seen an episode of and adored. your legs are tangled together as you lean back on piles of pillows. you laugh at jokes and wanda laughs so hard at one of them that she almost chokes, which only makes you both laugh harder. it's a sweet and filling morning. the two of you just absorbing the loving energy you'd created.

proceeding the meal, wanda dumped any scraps and rinsed them and handed them to you to scrub with a kiss on the cheek. you finished and headed back to the couch where wanda was curled up against the pillows, giggling at a joke one of the characters made. you make your way down to her and get as close to her as you can, she smiles as you adjust yourself. "good?" she says when you finish, "mhm!" you say smiling up at her. she gives a smile back before facing back towards the tv. you see the content set of her face and your heart swells just a bit. lazy days with wanda were always so perfect.

AUTHORS NOTE ; hi! so i tried to be really sensitive to wanda's ethnic background and also to you! the reader! some things were described in detail and others were left to your imagination!! if you have any requests feel free to absolutely fill my asks because i find this kind of stuff really fun! if you see any errors or ways i could improve, again, feel free to tell me!!

much love, r.

p.s ; here are all the little footnotes and translations but feel free to skip. kk bye for real ! x

translations:

моя любовь: "my love"

ce mai faci în această dimineață?: "how are you doing this morning?"

ce am facut sa te merit?: "what did i do to deserve you?"

¹ zacusca: Zacuscă can be eaten as a relish or spread, typically on bread. It is said to improve in taste after some months of maturing but must be used within days of opening. Although traditionally prepared at home, it is also commercially available. Some Bulgarian and Middle Eastern brands are available in the United States. In the Orthodox Christian majority countries, it is sometimes eaten during fasting seasons due to the absence of meat, eggs or dairy products.

² polenta: Polenta (/pəˈlɛntə, poʊˈ-/, Italian: [poˈlɛnta])is a dish of boiled cornmeal that was historically made from other grains. The dish comes from Italy. It may be served as a hot porridge, or it may be allowed to cool and solidify into a loaf that can be baked, fried, or grilled.

³ franzela: long bread (like a baguette!!)

⁴ ce bine ca esti: romanian love song performed by romanian musician nicu alifantis. it's so cute and sweet i 💞 it so much. here's the link in case you want to hear it!! ☆

[ponds-of-ink]

Do we have any info on how power was passed from Rattlebones to Queen Flash? Or is that a secret for right now?

Yes, I do have info that I can share. In fact, I personally think I need to since it feels important to explain.

…Well, okay, not all of it at once. I’ll stick to what the Halloween Town citizens know, which is a decent amount.

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At the end of Rattle-Bones’ reign, the original plan was to transfer the power over to Rattle-Bines’ daughter right after the stroke of midnight on Halloween. There was a ceremony planned and everything, with rehearsals done between them and the highest-ranking officials.

The problem is that they never got to have that ceremony. There was a grievous accident during the very last act that ruined King Rattle-Bones and caused the Princess to vanish. Though no one else was hurt or “double-dead”, fear and dismay soon took over the town. Who was going to lead now that both of the Rattle-Bones lineage were gone?

Thankfully, King Rattle-Bonea was the extra-prepared type (or really just a huge worrier deep down— who’s to say?). He left behind careful instructions on multiple scenarios for his once-servants to follow— One of them being the guidelines to electing a new ruler in case anything this drastic happened. They needed to look for someone with the makings of a great leader, the endurance of a master performer, and—most importantly— the ability to truly scare someone to their core. Even if it meant taking a less conventional route to do so.

For a month or so, the officials diligently combed through the town. They talked with everyone they could think of— From the Elder Croc who tended to the Pumpkin Patch to the Music Men scattered around town. Unfortunately, for one reason or another, no one seemed to fit the requirements. Not knowing what else to do, the officials decided to go inside Rattle-Bones’ old manor for one final meeting.

As they held that meeting, a towering figure glided right behind them. No one paid any mind to it at first, but the Royal Advisor quickly realized that this was no ordinary ghoul. “You there, in the back,” he was reported to have said, “do you have any ideas on how we can find our next Halloween Ruler?”

And, at that moment, the figure suddenly leaned against the backs of those chairs. Its fiery hair glowed and its eyes glowed bright. “Do I!” she shrieked out in glee.

That moment, some of those elders will tell you, was the thing that made Flash someone special.. Even if it was followed up by how to find a very terrifying measuring ruler and not a royal “heir”.

Long story short, Queen Flash’s transfer of power was a disaster-turned-hunt for the next royal. It took a bit for her to properly grow into her role, but she definitely fulfilled it by the time her first Halloween rolled around.

[ladyscroogeblr]

More on the traitor

Trump started the January 6/2021 insurrection. There is a lot to say about it but I'll brief. Trump wanted to stay in power. He wanted to be a dictator. His followers did his biddening and a lot of them are paying for it which they should! Hope Trump gets the book thrown at him when and if he ever goes to trial for it! Truly the worst thing he did as president. Some of his lawyers and followesr still call him President! He isn't and should not be! I don't even want to refer to him as A former president! He cheated on all his wives. Melonia, I believe, married him for money. She hated being the First Lady and purposly did a horrible job at it! Doesn't live in the same house as Trump. She is rarely seen with him! Melonia hates him! Loves their son Barron and she will do everything she can to make sure Baron is not screwed over by Trump! Trump is a cult leader of his followers and supporters! I have family members who adore Trump! It makes me sick! Trump tried to flush documents down White House toilets! He says he is 6 ' 3 and weighs only 215! He's more like 315! He is a slob! Cheats at gokf, every time he p!ays! Tried to cheat as golf the time he played Tiger Woods! Tiger caught him! Created space force and I have no idea what they do or if this is a real thing ! Rarely wire A mask during the pandemic. Hated wearing be mask because bit messed up his orange make up! Said he would get rid of Obama care! It never happened and he said his plan would be bigger and better! I'm still waiting! Wears adult diapers. Can't control his bowels because if his drug use in the 1980s! There is videos of the stinky guy farting and you can see people like Mike Pence, have that face of someone smelling A fart! With the border, Trump said he built A whole wall and nobody could get through or over it in truth Trump built only 50 miles of the wall and most of it was replacing old parts of the wall. Trump had used cheap martial. Less then a year the wall was falling apart ! In some parts the walk was rotting away! Some spots were cut through, multiple tines, even after being fixed! The material was cheap and a person could buy cheap tools to get through the fence! Oh brother! Trumpnhad more illegal immigrants cross the border then any modern president in history! Same with drugs! Trump has no idea that drugs come from all over the world! Not all gets in the country! Thanks to border patrol and drug agents at airports. For example! Not all drugs come from Mexico! Same with illegal immigrants! There are some who try to get in the States, by trying to use illegal papers! Those people are sent back to their country, right away! Agents go through so much stuff and do find lots of illegal drugs! Don't forget, there are a lot of people who make illegal drugs in drug houses! Trump banned Muslims from entering the United States! He doesn't believe in global warming! He told California people to rake their forests, after he refused to send money to California after terrible fires! Went to Puerto Rico after a hurricane and threw people paper towels! Puerto Rico suffered badly after a hurricane and suffered more because Trump refuse to send them aid money! He took a sharper to a map directing a hurricane towards Alabama when it wasn't going that way! Scaring the crap out of Alabama residents! Trump loved to say when a hurricane was going to happen, he would be the wetest Hurricane we'd ever seen! Said he never heard the word caravan until one was heading to the States from Central and Southern America! Then he said their was criminals and terrorists in the middle of the caravan! Totaly untrue! Said he would never have a company leave the USA to go to another country! Bull! Said that companies were coming back to the USA after he did the Chinese tariff deal! Not! Hates wind bines because a wind farm was built near one of his golf courses and lowered the property value! Unbelievable! It makes me sick knowing, there are people can't take off the blinders to see the truth will vote for Trump for President! For me it's Biden all the way!

[cerberosthehellguard]

Oneshot #21

Rating: T

Relationships: AkaFuri.

Characters: Akashi Seijuurou. Furihata Kouki.

Wordcount: 3900+ words

Tags: Pride and Prejudice AU. Frankenstein AU. Fusion. Fluff. 

Summary: It takes something to get something in return. And Furihata got more than he bargained for. Not that he was not happy with it. Per se. 

Author’s notes: The moment I got a prompt for Regency AU I *immediately* //shamelessly// jumped on to a fusion of Pride and Prejudice (all time fave) and Frankenstein (another all time fave) MINUS the angst somehow. Both being the same era, I really wanted to do this some justice. i probably shouldn’t be writing this when I am half dead and fully on delirious on masala chai but, hey, what better time to write?! 

“You can’t possibly waste away you life, living in this-this hovel! of a place!”

Furihata paid no mind. He continued to read his book, lounging casually as you please, on the decadent furniture ripped at the seams.

“I am talking to you! You are to respond to me! Have you no proper manners? Were you raised by wolves?”

Furihata paused. He looked up, and in the most bored and unaffected voice he could muster, he drawled, “Yes, now why don’t you run off and tattle to Mother.” A smirk formed on his lips as he gazed coolly at his sister. “Isn’t that what you always want to do?”

A gasp, a huff and a “Well, I never!” and then some furious stomping before the door slammed hard followed his rebuke.

His smirk grew as he returned his attention back to the book on his lap.

*

“I don’t want to go here anymore.”

“Go where?” Takao whispered from the corner of his mouth, glancing at their professor who was droning on monotonously, clearly as uninterested as his students about the subject, and back to the book he was doodling on the margins of.

Furihata peered at the sketch. Detailed shading and lining of a Bengal tiger. He raised an impressed eyebrow. Takao must be really bored.

“Go here. Classes. School. University.”

“What?!” Takao nearly snapped his neck to look at Furihata. He whisper-yelled, “Are you mad? You are quitting?!”

Furihata shrugged nonchalantly, “I could be doing other fruitful things than wasting my time on mediocrity.”

Takao sneered, “Oh pray tell, whatever those other life enriching things are, O Learned One.”

“You shall see.” Furihata closed his eyes and leaned back on the bench. He stretched his legs under the table and crossed them at the ankles. He lifted his hands behind his head and interlinked his fingers, cushioning his head against them. The deliberate pose of leisure and confidence. “You shall all see.”

*

I am sure this is unethical.

But it is for the greater good.

I am most certainly sure this is unethical.

His mind wars in his head. It’s throbbing; thoughts whirring like bees in a hive. He doesn’t have to do this. He doesn’t necessarily have to prove to anyone that he is better than them.

He knows he is.

Obviously.

Still.

His mother won’t keep her mouth shut anymore. Any more talk of “lack of grandchildren in old age” and “disappointments that she had had to bear for nine months to bring upon this wide Earth” and “what will their esteemed neighbors say when they catch wind that our oldest son has such questionable, abhorrent, intolerable proclivities!” would make him want to run away to the New Lands.

Not that his father would object.

Or his darling sister, who would just be too happy to simper and play coy and bat her eyelashes to gain the attentions of Mother.

No.

He was not going to run.

He was a scientist. A visionary in his own right.

And above all else, a free man who liked his own gender better.

And he would prove his bias did not mar his genius.

*

To obtain something you have to lose something in equal proportion.

That was the first rule of alchemy.

He had had failures. He had, nearly, had his life taken away. Bringing back something to life after it has left the mortal world was a violation of the highest order.

“You are mad, Furi! This cannot happen! What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?! Stop this madness and come back to class.”

“It is unnatural, Furihata. You are breaking the Code. You never break the Code. Fusing or reconstructing a deconstructed product is different than this. You know this. Then why....?”

“Just as well to see you falling apart at this dump. Did you know, Mother handed me a new set of pearls for the Ball this weekend? They are wonderful, aren’t they? Do you happen to even have clean clothes or are you still wearing what you wore when you stormed out of our house? Oh, pardon me. My family house?”

But he would not give up.

Nearly two years into holing himself up like a hermit in his cottage on the far side of town, away from his nosy sister and materialistic mother, away from the disappointed eyes of his friends and professors at the University, he had finally found his calling.

He would bring his subject to life and he would succeed in it. He would bypass all the rules, regulations and laws and be a pioneer in this taboo part of Alchemy.

This was what his genius was made for.

This was his biggest, grandest endeavor.

His legacy.

*

“Erm……Hello?” Furihata tried really hard to sound better than that. It was still a croak at best. He was scared, terrified and numb at the same time.

But he had been successful.

He had gathered the bodies. He had dug back up the freshly dug graves to carve out the parts he needed from the corpses. The rotting flesh and the dirty bones and the oozing blood and the wet mud was the stench he had become accustomed to. He had dug and dug and dug and brought back the parts of the bodies to his cottage. 

Discarding and reattaching and envisioning and discarding again, he had painstakingly stitched them up together. Flesh and bones and skin. The needle was strong and his grip was firm as the thread wove in and out of the decaying skin, holding it firmly together.

He kept the skin fresh, the flesh paused in their decay through potions and oils he could concoct on his own, preserving the body in its current state for as long as possible. He hoped against hope that he wouldn’t have to wait too long to be done. His time was running out. His luck was running out. He could feel it.

He had worked tirelessly, like a frenzied man possessed by a demon, on this body. This particular body. 

The finished subject had been laid on the table. His experiment looked like a man of his age, matted and muddy red hair on his scalp, dull red irises that held no light, pale skin of a dancer.

Furihata had been careful, more than careful. He had done everything he could. Now it was left to the Gods. 

He could feel his victory closing in on him. 

There was heavy rain that evening. There was thunder and lightning and their booming power threatening the windows of his cottage.

He could almost taste his victory.

And that was when lightning had struck, blasting away part of the roof and attacking the table with its staggering strength. His spine chilled as the body slowly lifted off the table and swiveled in air, absorbing the energy from the skies.

Windows shattered, tables and chairs tumbled and skittered to bash themselves against the walls. Furihata crouched behind near the fireplace as the walls trembled, threatening to explode, and the body still circled in the air as the beam of light struck it repeatedly. Rain pelted everywhere outside the cottage, angry howling cries to drown the roar of thunder and yet the room was blinded by the light.

It was over too soon.

Time was still. Time was ticking. Furihata sat frozen where he was. His cottage was in shambles, his roof blown, whatever was left of it was pitiful in the cover they provided, the pillar supports naked and wrecked, and the body……

The body was lying still on the table.

But it was not lying still like before. Not dead-still. Sort of, like, meditation-still, Furihata fumbles in his thinking. His mind is recovering faster than his own body. His nerves were shot but his brain is cataloging everything that happened.

There was no going back. This was it. He had to have done it. If the power of the Gods couldn’t do it, he was as good as dead. Or mediocre. He didn’t know which was worse. 

He thought of reaching out, standing up and examining. His frozen state was responding too feebly to the screaming commands of his mind.

He needn’t have bothered.

For the redhaired man on the table had woken up and was sitting and looking straight at him.

*

“Akashi, can you give me that?” Furihata instructed, his papers lying scattered on the table and his glasses slipping down his nose.

Akashi moved the sofa nearer to the fireplace before handing Furihata his coffee, “This tastes vile. Why do you have it? Tea is more palatable.”

Furihata smirked, “I know. But this keeps me awake.” He frowned at his writing and corrected it before turning around on his chair.

Akashi Seijuro shifted the arm chair and fluffed up the cushions - the right way, as instructed by Proper Etiquette for Every Respectable Household, which he insisted on reading despite Furihata’s constant protests - before settling in, legs stretched and crossed at the ankles and his clothes a bit tight for his frame. Furihata made note to buy him more clothes next time they went to the market.

His cup of Darjeeling Tea awaited Akashi on the table next to the book with its bookmark intact. He looked relaxed and at peace as he stared into the fire.

The man who was not to be.

The man who was unnatural and an abomination.

The man whom Furihata brought to life three years ago.

It had understandably taken a while. Furihata may have had no compunctions with breaking rules but there was bone-chilling fear radiating through every nerve in his body when Akashi had woken up.

He had thought he had created a monster.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

It had taken months to make him talk on his own and not imitate Furihata all the time. He had taken to following Furihata everywhere; in the end, it turned out to be safer than leaving him to his own devices.

Akashi - that was the name he had chosen for himself after a lengthy debate - was smart. He was smarter than Furihata. He was probably smarter than their whole class, Furihata estimated. He picked up on things quickly, especially vocal and body language cues to convey what he wanted.

He could convey more with just a glance than a twenty word sentence. It was frightening. It was thrilling. Furihata didn’t pay attention to the thrilling part. 

“For first names……what would you want it to be?” Furihata had sat on the floor, the patched-up rug providing little comfort.

Akashi was silent as usual. He didn’t talk much, choosing to observe and respond only when direly necessary. Furihata liked having a silent companion. It was a nice change to the outspoken and brazen and talkative people he had had his entire life. He was beginning to crave Akashi’s company more than anybody else. He refused to pay attention to that detail. “Go on.”

“Shintarou? That’s my friend’s name and he is very smart, just like you!”

Akashi stared.

“Okay, maybe not. How about, Sei? It means excellence. How does that sound?”

Akashi hummed thoughtfully and looked up. And nodded. “Seijuro. Akashi Seijuro.”

“Akashi Seijuro it is.” Furihata grinned, all his teeth showing, extending his hand, “Hi, I am Furihata Kouki. Let’s be friends.”

Akashi looked at the hand and the grin that was stretched on Furihata’s face. He felt it mirror on his own as he clamped his fingers over Furihata’s in a sure grip, “Friends.”

*

Akashi quickly learned to brew potions and drinks and liquids and certain drugs that could keep his body alive and his skin looking healthy. The stitches were near invisible now, after nearly three years of his new life. Kouki had been a novice inventor and a terrible tailor when he had sewn his organs together. But it had made to. 

He walked and roamed and explored the world outside of the tiny cottage, adjusting to life as a human, as a friend of Kouki who had come from far away - a convenient story for the nosy questions - and who did not know the local traditions.

His life, his existence was because of Kouki. He owed it to him, for however long it turned out to be. He wasn’t immortal, he knew. His life was through dead flesh and bones and it would feed and rot and decay soon. But he could control the decay as long as he wanted. And wanted to serve Kouki till then.

He knew he was an experiment, a live subject meant to be examined by people who were other than Kouki and more nosier and ruder than any human had any right to be, with their invasive questions and prejudices and horror of the unknown, which in this case was him, the walking horror.

But he could stand all that. With Kouki by his side, he would.

“This cannot bloody be happening!” Kouki stormed into the house, their house, and slammed the door, its hinges protesting. “I cannot believe the nerve of that woman!”

He slumped onto the sofa, pulling a cushion and placing it over his face and screaming into it. Akashi watched from the tiny kitchen, his tea in hand and a French translation book for beginners in the other.

“What happened this time?” He took a sip, and frowned. It tasted different. Funny. He and Kouki prepared the same way - Kouki was the one who had taught him and let him find his own taste - but it tasted better when Kouki made it. He decided not to ponder too much over that detail.

“My mother happened.” As if that were all the explanation needed.

And it was.

Despite the phenomenal success Furihata Kouki had become in the field of Alchemy, laurels and accolades showering on him everywhere he went, his own family had been displeased about the yet uncertain marital status of their son. Akashi had never exactly met them but from the stories he had heard, he could very much like to scorn them. And would love to. With glee. And finesse.

Akashi sat next to Kouki on the sofa, pulling Kouki’s legs over his lap and running a comforting hand over them. Kouki simpered.

“Oh, daaaahling, you would not believe what happened!” Kouki started in a falsetto, imitating his mother, Akashi supposed. He hid his grin behind his cup. “Your sister met this incredible match and look! They own half of bloody Kyoto! Of course, that is more than enough reason to pack away your sister and sell her off like the cow she is, but, of course, I have only her welfare in mind and, of course, I do not plan to beg shamelessly for dowry and make use of their connections to get our, oh so, irredeemably tarnished reputation back on the society pages. 

“Of course, I am proud of that little, erm, uhh, what do you call it, daahling? Experiment, is it? Ah yes, experiment! That one that made you teeny-tiny bit noticed in our narrow-minded little town, that one where you had that thing paraded around town and called yourself a genius ha! Oh, you little pumpkin, you, a genius? What a mockery! 

“Of course, it doesn’t matter anymore since you can now put away your little problem and forget your identity and everything you built for yourself and force yourself into a union with one of the sisters of the groom! Oh, how wonderful it sounds! My two children married off and making babies with God-knows-who, so I can roll around in money and wear expensive gowns and pretend my good-for-nothing son was never a day gay in his life!”

Furihata wheezed.

His frustration had been simmering since he heard his mother prattle on and on about the alliance, especially because of her blatant disregard for his tendencies. It had switched to a boiling point when she had belittled his work and reduced him to a pawn that was frankly, in her words, incapable of giving her a grandchild.

He had stood up calmly and left the house that was no longer his, without a single word.

“What is meant by gay? Being merry, is it? And that is.....wrong?”

The question woke him up. He stared at Akashi who was looking at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Curiosity and something else.

He rubbed his face in exhaustion, sitting up, at eye level to Akashi. “No. You are right. But it has a slang meaning these days. Gay is a new, modern word used to address those whose…….attractions lay elsewhere.” He was prevaricating, he knew, but he had to hope Akashi knew by now what he was talking about.

Akashi cocked his head, a slight frown appearing between his brows.

No such luck, apparently.

“Gay is when you are…….attracted to your own gender.” Furihata sighed. Akashi’s brows were lifting. “It means, I am a flaming homosexual and would probably not be able to get it up for any woman at all.”

Akashi looked like he was processing the information. That was one of the many good things about him. He was never shocked. He would stare at anything he didn’t comprehend and would doggedly persist until he did. The extensive libraries they had spent all their time in, in every town they visited for their seminars, had attested to it. He was smart, knowledgeable and modest.

And most of all, able to take things in stride and bend them to will.

He was Furihata’s silent strength.

Furihata would gladly have his life turned over again and again if it meant he were to stay by Akashi’s side.

He feared his feelings were stronger than friendship, slipping into the kind he was defining to Akashi about, but he couldn’t care less.

He loved who he loved.

Undead and probably straight included.

“If I am attracted to you, does it mean I am, gay, as well?”

Furihata was glad he was sitting down for this.

*

Furihata cursed as he fixed his tie. It had become loose again. It was the third time. This evening alone. 

Akashi had gone off earlier. He had had something to do before, an errand he had said, and had vanished. It was disturbing. 

It had been three months since Akashi had come out to him, so plainly as if exclaiming “Oh, it’s Thursday!”, as if he hadn’t swept Furihata’s life cleanly from under his feet. 

And had then gone back to behaving as usual. All inquisitive questions and politeness and openness reserved for Furihata. 

It was frustrating. 

Now, when he had finally obtained a carelessly thrown invitation to his sister’s wedding reception - just the reception, mind, a Ball it was to be and everything - Akashi had sauntered off, leaving Furihata dateless. 

Furihata cursed again, wishing he could abstain from going. But knowing if he did, he would never hear the end of it. It was clearly a choice between Snide Remarks for Life at Every Family Dinner or Arriving at Wedding Without A Date and Refraining From Making A Statement About Being Gay. 

Priorities and all that. 

And so, he had arrived. 

Held the polite, tight-smiled conversation exchanging pleasantries with Mother and his sister and hugging Father comfortably, for a few scant minutes before he wandered off in search for a drink.

He muddled and elbowed his way through the dancing crowd when he was forcibly stopped by someone. 

By Akashi. 

Dressed to the nines and smiling at him like he held a secret. 

Holding out his hand as if for a dance. 

“Sei....?”

“May I have the next dance, Furihata-san?”

Furihata was taken aback and in a daze as he answered, “You may.”

*

“Oh, my word! You should have seen their faces!” Kouki was still laughing, holding his stomach and tears leaking from his eyes as he cried, “Priceless!”

Seijuro beamed, his grin a constant on his face as he watched Kouki, “Would you care for some tea?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he put the kettle on.

Kouki made his way to the small kitchen and swung up and settled himself on the counter. He was flushed still, from laughing, and his breathing was wonky but he was more bewildered by the whole experience than anything. 

He observed Akashi as he set about taking off his dress robes for the evening and carefully folding them, brushing off the creases. 

Akashi had waltzed his way in to the Ball and had swept him off his feet, outing both of them to the entirety of their society in one fell swoop. They had danced, twirled and laughed at the reactions of the shocked crowd around them, not minding the attention the slightest. Puce did not suit the shade of pink his mother and sister turned into, glaring daggers at them both. 

They had taken an early leave, knowing they would be hearing of this little event forever. 

That thought sobered Furihata. “You know, we would have to move from this place, now though, yes?”

Akashi didn’t say anything as he took the kettle and poured the tea into their cups.

“People.....They....are going to be talking about this. For forever. We would have to.....move on. For some quiet.” Furihata clasped and unclasped his fingers on his lap, afraid to look up. He didn’t even know how Akashi felt. What he felt. He couldn’t just presume Akashi to follow him everywhere. Even though he wanted Akashi to. Very much. So much. 

Akashi placed his teacup in his hand and lifted his chin, “I wouldn’t mind going anywhere. If it is with you.”

Furihata gaped. 

“I.....have a confession to make.” Akashi sighed and took a sip of his tea, and grimaced, and put it on the counter before facing Furihata. “I may have been unclear about my intentions previously.”

He looked nervous. And a little afraid, Furihata thought, but didn’t dare to break the silence. This was it. Akashi was going to let him down gently. Say, he was just joking. He was straight, after all. Or, he was gay but didn’t like Furihata that way. Kouki didn’t want to know which would hurt more. 

“Kouki, I may not be what you wanted, as your life partner, but would you give me the chance to be?” Akashi’s eyes pierced Furihata’s with their burning intensity. Flaming red met chocolate brown as they sent a silent plea. 

Furihata choked out a laugh.

He slid off the counter and picked up Akashi’s hands and held them in his. Interlacing their fingers and leaning in, he whispered, “Yes.” 

Akashi’s breath came out in a rush of relief as he placed his forehead against Furihata’s, “Oh thank God. Kouki, I-”

“Oh, we are moving to America,” Kouki continued conversationally, his lips teasing Seijuro’s with every word, “I have heard they are very open-minded about such things there.”

Seijuro picked up the baton easily and grinned, “Then you must allow me the honor of loving you every minute of this new adventure.” And swooped down on the kiss with a blissful sigh. 

[joyandeggs]

hi! First to say i binge read your blog everyday lol you're my absolute fav for writing! Could i ask for headcannons about shoot and knuckle having a beach day with S/O?? Thank you if you get to this 💕

Hi!! ❤ Oh, everyday??? Fave??? Surely not. 😭💞 Thank you so much. And this REQUEST. AHHHHH. Where is my post-Chimera Ant/Dark Continent Arc where Knuckle, Shoot, Morel, and friends have their own beach episode? 💕 I have wanted that forever.

Let's go to the beach! 🌅

Knuckle Bine

This man is all OVER the idea of having a beach date with his significant other. YES. He would be so excited over the idea, and getting to go somewhere fun with them in the first place! Even if Morel, Shoot, and others joined them, the more the merrier! He would love it.

The trip there, by car or train, he's sitting right beside his love. Enjoying the change of scenery on the way there, enjoying some snacks with them along the way. Most likely has some type of candy he's sharing with them on and off. Knuckle is also letting his significant other sleep on his shoulder, if they get tired at all.

Could you imagine...going out to eat with him, or even having a picnic with him on a date like this? 💘

Oh, and it is extremely cliche...but Knuckle absolutely loves long walks on the beach. Absolutely loves them. Never would he imagine doing it with a significant other. He is melting at the intimate moment together when it actually happens.

It would be so much fun, regardless if it was just them alone together or as a group, just spending the day swimming, sunbathing, doing whatever! Knuckle is taking every moment he can to do something. Only for a small, mere moment, he's relaxing under an umbrella on a towel. Majority of the time, he is exploring the beach itself, or swimming, of course.

If his significant other doesn't know how to swim, he would teach them! However, if they wish to not be swimming, he isn't going to force them. Walking along the sand and enjoying the sun with them is just as nice.

Knuckle is barely going to have any clothes on...just wearing some swim trunks that hang quite low on his hips... It is a dangerous sight. Be careful.

Seeing his significant other in a swimsuit will make him blush. He will not know how to handle it, even if he's trying to be cool and unfazed by it. (They just look so good--!)

By the end of the day, they (and everyone else) are heading home, tired and beat, watching the sunset as they rest on the trip back. Knuckle will possibly start falling asleep on his love's shoulder instead. Or, both of them are fast asleep together and softly snoring. It was a good day.

Shoot McMahon

Shoot is actually looking forward to being at the beach! He enjoys the beach, despite not having a second arm to help swim in the water with now. Regardless, if his friends planned a trip, or if his significant other and him were going on a date there, he's happy about it.

I would like to imagine Shoot just enjoying the scenery along the way. If riding in a car, he's listening to the music playing. If on a train, he's hearing the chatter of the other riders to checking out the view outside the window. He would also let his significant other rest on his shoulder if they didn't feel like talking or anything.

He is looking forward to seeing what all there is to see around the area. Any little shops or restaurants his significant other would like to visit, or even grabbing some small treats to eat on the beach together. Something cold and sweet would absolutely hit the spot on a date like this.

Shoot is making sure his significant other is drinking water, taking breaks to rest, and putting on sunscreen. He's making sure that he's doing the same, of course. He burns rather easily with his pale skin. (Could you imagine...asking Shoot for help with putting on sunscreen? 💞💞💞 He would melt.)

For him, since he has a little trouble swimming with just one arm, he enjoys floating around in the water. Also enjoys checking out what he finds along the shore and shallow end. Shoot would be happy to find an actual sand dollar or anything like that. For the majority of the time there, he is just relaxing under the umbrella on a towel and enjoying the fresh salty smell in the air.

If his significant other had trouble swimming or didn't know how to, Shoot isn't worried about them getting fully in the water. If they really wanted to be in it, he of course holds their hand and makes sure to hold their back as well, as they walk through the shallow end together. Though he is perfectly fine being out of the water with them. Would even share his beach towel with them so they can lie beside each other in the shade and relax.

And Shoot is going to look so good with his much more relaxed, unbraided ponytail, still tied high to keep it out of his face, with just a pair of swim trunks. A lovely view of him no one would ever get to see unless if swimming on vacation like this.

Seeing his significant other in a bathing suit of their own...is going to make his eyes grow wide and his face feel scalding hot. He is in awe of how cute they look in an outfit like that. Poor Shoot. His eyes can't be torn away from them the entire day.

On the way back, he quietly sits beside his now sleepy love and enjoys the nice, quiet ride home. He had such a good day with significant other that he can't wait to come back, or have a different adventure somewhere else.

[imagineanime2022]

Knuckle’s Younger Sibling

Knuckle Bine X Sibling Reader

Summary: You made sure that Killua and Alluka could get back to the city by distracting an assassin and a deranged clown and Knuckle was never on board with it.

Previous (Hisoka)

🐕 Knuckle loved you with all his heart, whenever you were around he’d change into someone that no one had ever seen before, no one had ever seen him act that way around any other human. 🐕 You were a tracker hunter, you trained animals and target extraction, most of the time your work never crossed but when Killua was trying to get Gon help he decided to call on you to help keep an eye on anyone trying to get to the young assassin. 🐕 You were supposed to stay out of sight and away from trouble and for the most part you did that, you kept an eye on Hisoka and Illumi while getting messages to Killua however it seemed that there was still something wrong. 🐕 At the very last minute, you because the only way that Killua was going to get out of the situation that he was in and so you revealed yourself as a distraction while the bird you often used to get around grabbed Killua and Alluka, the only problem was you were on the phone with you brother when you made this very stupid decision.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” He asked as you dodged another needle and card combo. “Something stupid, now please stop talking or it’s going to get me killed.” You mumbled. “Why don’t you just hang up the phone?” Hisoka asked having snuck up behind you, you dodge another attack. “I’m coming to you.” Knuckle finally spoke again as you hit the floor with a sickening thump. “No you’re not, I’ll be fine! You make sure that Killua gets to Gon or this will have all been for nothing.” You answered through clenched teeth before hanging up and throwing your phone in favour of blocking a kick from Hisoka. You could see Illumi moving but you had no idea what he was doing, you could see the needles in his hands but just as you were about to move again he spoke. “Hisoka.” He ordered and the male in front of you moved replaced by a well-aimed needle that you just managed to move out of the way of. “This is going to hurt.” You murmured to yourself as you dodged out of the way of some playing cards thrown your way.

Knuckle looked at the phone as the line went dead “What’s wrong?” Palm asked as she noticed his aggravation. “Does your ability work if you are looking at a picture of someone?” Knuckle asked. “No, I have to see them in person.” She answered. “Damn it!” He growled out as he threw his phone to the floor. “Woah what’s going on here?” Morel asked. “My sister did something stupid,” Knuckle answered. “I mean you can go after her if you want.” Morel shrugged “there are plenty of us here.” “There’s no point I don’t know where they were, I won’t know until Killua gets here,” Knuckle answered after taking a deep breath, you were right, you both needed to stay focused otherwise this would have been for nothing.

Killua had told you about both of the people in front of you, you knew that you needed to make sure that you kept away from Illumi’s needles and Hisoka had two abilities that you needed to watch out for, you knew that if you let his cards keep hitting you then he was unlikely to use the most dangerous of the two Bungeegum, you couldn’t see any way that texture surprise would be useful unless he got near Illumi so you tried to make sure that they were on opposite sides of the field at all times but you were starting to run low on stamina, in that department they both had you beat. “You’re slowing down, while this has been interesting I trust that you can finish this Hisoka.” Illumi finally spoke straightening himself as he waited for the reply. “Of course.” He answered, you moved to stop him from leaving but Hisoka was in front of you in seconds. “Don’t forget about me now, we’ve got a fight to finish.” “Damn it!” You jumped away from Hisoka, you hoped that you had bought him enough time to get there, your distraction cost you as Hisoka managed to grab your arm, nails digging into your skin. “Any particular reason for the talons?” “Fashion statement.” He answered with a sly smirk as he allowed you to pull your arm away from him and again gain some distance. “Since you answer questions any reason that you’ve been toying with me?” You asked. “Don’t sell yourself short your fun to play with.” He said slowly. “Anyone else would be dead by now, the butler is.” You reminded him and he shrugged. “You have potential dear, you’ve not used your nen ability once and you're still standing very few can say that.” He shrugged, he was about to say something else but the sound of a large wing overhead had you both looking up, you sighed as the bird swooped low talons latching onto your shoulders and lifting you into the sky and away from danger.

When your bird landed you literally rolled yourself off of it, you were lucky that Knuckle was there to catch you “are you okay!?” He asked but his eyes widened when he saw the blood covering your body. “I should have never asked you to help.” “These are just extreme paper cuts.” You mumbled as you gestured the wounds on your arms and legs “they were made with play cards after all.” “We need to get them checked.” He said softly as he walked towards the hospital. “Mmm, what about Gon and Killua are they okay?” You asked. “You hardly know them.” He shook his head. “They are both fine.” “Good, they are your friends I don’t need to know them to know that they are worth helping.” You shrugged “you only like the best people.” “Let’s get you patched up and then your taking like 2 years' rest.” He ordered. “Nope… I settle for 2 weeks.” You said as you patted his shoulder and he rolled his eyes, he’ll have to argue about that later.

Next (Shoot) 

Request Here

[eddsworld-headies]

Kissing Headcannons for tord plz😫

I'll do all the boys just for other who want this too!

(and I'm not totally sure about the details of kissing but I'll try my best)

Slightly NSFT

Tord: When you kiss, it's like fire. Sometimes it's so hot you wish you could pull away and take a breather. But he likes when you melt against him and trip up. He'll keep you pressed against a wall, your hands on his face and his holding tight to your waist while his lips move against yours. His teeth are so sharp and you don't know if him biting your tongue or lip is hot or hurts but you do know that your loosing taste buds because of those canines and everytime you taste copper to give his ear a tug to keep him from giving you a lip piercing. He especially enjoys when you shudder against him. You do that, or grind a little against him and he's gone. You better expect to have a sore throat or sore legs tomorrow cause your just too much not to eat alive when you sound like that. Side notes: He likes marks. On you or him, he doesn't care. But you better believe he'll be flaunting that shit like cash cause your skin look perfect with that little tint of red or a pop of purple. And maybe, just maybe some of your higher neck ware goes missing and your left with off the shoulder tops that expose everything perfectly, but 'you look perfect so is there anything really to worry about? I'm sure you'll find them soon, Little one.'

Edd: God, he's too soft. He's way too gentle and it leaves you shaking. He loves it when you sit with him, specifically on his lap in his big cozy chair with a few blankets while your reclined so you can just melt together. Yeah, he's fat. And it's one of the hottest things about him. What Bear isn't hot? He's soft underneath you and his hands are big as they run up your back and sides. With your hands pressed to his chest he can easily run his fingers through your hair and marvel at how cute you are with his lips pressed to yours. He even kisses soft. He doesn't bite, he nibbles. He doesn't grab, he merely squeezes. Even the way his tongue dances with yours has you drooling and going limp against him. You could only pray you do the same to him. And one time, when you managed to get away for a few moments in the kitchen, he had noticed a slightly damp area on the thigh of high trousers and he went absolutely nuts at how utterly adorable it was that you had gotten wet simply from kissing him.

Matt: He likes the bed. He enjoys having you lay back, maybe propped with a few pillows while he lays beside you, holding your cheek and kissing you with his irresistibly soft lips. He's spent hundreds on lip product and you realize that it is so worth it. And you don't know why but being able to grab onto his jacket and mess it up from it's usually perfectly pressed place was so hot. He knew was usually intertwined with your and one of his hand would trace any exposed skin he could find. If you have a tattoo, he's carefully pressing the tip of his finger to it and dragging over the ink to give you delightful goosebumps. Even playing with the hem of your pants or skirt with his long fingers and driving you crazy to the point where you ACTUALLY pull away. Of course, he's one for marks too. Can't help leaving a line up your jaw or neck. He thinks they look stunning and even preaches that they'd look better than any necklace you'd ever wear.

Tom: Kissing either goes two ways. He's either got you pinned down or you've got him. Walls seem to be a recurring make out spot among the house members because one of you has their back to the wall at least once a day. Laying down is nice too, but you don't really get that power your looking for. His teeth are sharp, not just his canine's. You swear his molar could rip apart bine but you only ever feel them when he's leaving marks on your flesh. When he's got you pinned to the wall, he'll hum deeply and guide closer to you, a knee between your thighs or even keeping you balanced between his waist and the wall. And he's so determined to keep you breathless that he nearly suffocated you as he holds tight to your hips. When you get him against the wall, you tend to squeeze his waist under his clothes, which gets a little chuckle out of him cause no girl he's gone out with has given him the same treatment he give them and he thinks it's absolutely adorable. His hands usually try to tangle in your hair. Keyword: Try. Your hair is as short, maybe even shorter, than his and it's hard to really get a grip of it when you kiss him so forcibly. And one of your hands usually has to move up to grab him by the collar to keep him down at your level. But the second you try to move down with the idea of leaving a few marks, he's growling. Like growling. Almost like a territorial dog. And it may be due to his monster DNA (that you know nothing about) but it just does something to your core that has him easily gripping the back of your head and pulling you back in. Whoever gets their back to the wall is usually split 50/50.

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 7)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman-- even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: almost 3k?

warnings: slight breeding kink (but only if you speak romanian aksjghakgjhg), angst, violence (in the form of a fistfight, which the reader isn’t involved in)

Just as you always did, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains, and a cool breeze blowing by.  What was peculiar was Sebastian next to you, sleeping peacefully as his chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths.  You let yourself watch him for a moment before you decided to try to sneak out for a cup of coffee.  Problem was, the bed was sort of creaky and it was very difficult to move without making sound.  Your plan was to move as slowly as possible, keeping your weight evenly distributed over the mattress, and it worked rather well— right until the last second, of course, when a loud shift of the boxsprings beneath you made Sebastian stir and blink open his eyes.

You were about to apologize for waking him, but he grinned and slipped his arms around you, bringing you back to where you started and surrounding your body with his warm, muscular form.

“Bună dimineata,” he hummed as he pulled you closer, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than normal.

“Bună dimineata,” you did your best to repeat it back, making him smile even though your pronunciation wasn’t great.  “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied softly, heavily accented and clearly more a recreation of the sounds you’d made than real English, but still intelligible and so painfully adorable as well.  “A fost uimitor aseară.”

“Last night…” you began, but you didn’t even know where to begin.  What could you possibly say about that?  Would it even matter, if he can’t understand it.  “God, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurted out with a soft laugh.

“Sa o facem din nou,” he growled as he pulled you closer and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth instantly.  A more self-conscious you— as in, you yesterday— would’ve worried about morning breath, but you now couldn’t taste anything but him and couldn’t feel anything but his lips on yours and couldn’t do anything but weave your fingers into his hair.

You moaned when his kisses trailed down your neck, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into his body one more time, but you had other things to attend to.

“I need to get up,” you announced as you tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tighter and brushed his lips over your shoulder.

“Nu, nu, nu te dice,” he cooed, making you laugh and squirm.  “Stai in pat, fă dragoste cu mine toata ziuă.”

“I have to get up, I’ll be right back,” you tried to explain but he stayed ever vigilant as he held you tight and licked over the shell of your ear.  Finally you managed to get him to stop, as much as you didn’t really want him to, allowing you to slip out from under the covers and find your robe where it had been discarded on the floor.  

He watched you as you crossed the room and popped into the bathroom for your bag, pulling your birth control pack out of it and using a handful of tap water to wash down your morning pill.  “Ah,” Sebastian seemed to have a realization from the bed, and you giggled.

“Told you it was important,” you grinned.

“Probabil cel mai bine să nu ai un copil cu un străin,” he nodded, “dar nu sunt sigur că m-ar fi deranjat atât de mult dacă te-aș fi însărcinat.”

Following suit, he stretched briefly before getting out of bed and searching for his discarded jeans and boxers.  You made no effort to hide your ogling as you watched his cock swing between his legs.  Even soft it was thick enough that you couldn’t figure how it ever fit inside you (the delightful soreness between your legs reminded you that it was no easy feat).  He took note of your staring and grinned devilishly, leaning against the wall to give you a better look.  “Îți place ce vezi?” he purred.

“Should’ve known this would all go straight to your ego,” you chuckled.  “I’m gonna go downstairs for some coffee.  Do you want some?  Cafea?”

“Da,” he nodded, as he slipped his clothes back on, “mulțumesc.”  Funny how his idea of getting dressed still left him half-naked.

Foolishly, you expected him to let you pass, since you were both going to benefit from your trip to the kitchen; but of course he had to slip his arms around you from behind and give you just one more embrace, making you sigh and relax your head back against his shoulder.  He kissed the top of your head and you hummed happily, letting your eyes open to look up at him before taking a moment to look out the window you happened to be standing right beside.

You were just hoping to appreciate the countryside scenery, meaning that you were rather shocked and confused to see a car pulling up.  When it stopped and the driver stepped out, your eyes went wide and your back suddenly straightened itself.

“...Michael?” you gasped.  You wrenched yourself out of Sebastian’s grasp and started to run down the stairs.  He called after you but you ignored it.

Barreling down the stairs and out the door, you found your husband walking up the driveway.

“Honey,” he frowned when he saw you, ���I’ve been trying to find you since you left— what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing a robe?”

“It’s hardly nine in the morning,” you defended before you realized there were much bigger topics at hand: “Michael, what are you doing here?” you asked, after a few seconds of confused stuttering.

“I’m taking you home!” he replied, as if it were obvious.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “don’t play stupid.  Do you think I’ve been here against my will, or by accident or something?”

“No, I saw your letter,” he sighed.

“And you saw the part where I said not to look for me, and that all future communication would come through my lawyer?”

“You’re my wife,” he replied coldly, “I think I’m within my rights to talk to you directly.”

“You shouldn’t have come here.  I was actually happy before you showed up.”

With perfect timing, Sebastian stepped out the door behind you, looking to you and to Michael, and back.  “Ce se întâmplă?” he asked you.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Michael asked accusingly.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to ask me that again, in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you have any place to judge what I might be doing alone with a man,” you hissed.  “He’s just the groundskeeper, Mike.”

“Then why is he shirtless?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know!  He… does that a lot!” you exasperatedly shouted back.

“Look, I’m not angry,” Michael sighed.  You laughed bitterly.

“Good, cause you have no right to be.”

“But I think it’s fair if I’m worried about you spending months alone with strange men.”

“Oh, strange, is that the problem?  Strangeness?  Would some more familiarity— perhaps a familial relationship— between you and these men make it easier on you, Mike?”

“Honey, please—”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced.

Michael stormed towards you, and you felt Sebastian step closer to you as well, wrapping an arm around you.  Having him by your side made this significantly more awkward, but it made you feel safer, too.

“Hey man, get your hands off my wife,” Michael growled, pointing a finger at Seb.

“He doesn’t speak English,” you rolled your eyes.  

“Well, I’m not sure you do either— otherwise you would realize that we’re still married, and you need to come home.”

“Just because you won’t sign the papers doesn’t mean we’re still together,” you reminded him sternly as shook your head.

“I’ll end it with your sister, is that what you want?”

You laughed, because you were afraid if you didn’t that you would cry.  “Jesus, Michael!  Are you hearing yourself?  This sounds like a greek tragedy, or fucking EastEnders!  Next I’ll be discovering I have an evil twin, and you’ll bang her too!”

He was a lot more offended by that than you expected.  “It was never just sex.  I love her.  But I love you more,” he clarified, suddenly getting serious.

You chuckled weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing.  It’s not that he was ever particularly nice, or romantic or anything, but at some point in his life he had been incredibly intelligent… and now he barely made sense at all.  “Wow, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

He frowned, clearly losing what little cool he’d had at first.  He had always had a bit of a temper.  “For better or for worse, we’re still legally married— damn it, we’ve been together for how long now?  And you’re ready to throw that all away?”

“No, but you were,” you spat back.

“But I wasn’t, and I’m still not.  You’ve gotta hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything—”

“No, you’re not listening to me—” he talked over you, again.

“I don’t owe you any more of my time—”

“Damn it, why won’t you just listen!” he growled, grabbing you by the arm suddenly.  Instantly, Sebastian stepped forward and pushed him back.

“Sebastian, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe him.  

“Hey, could you maybe tell your boytoy to keep his filthy hands off me?” Michael demanded at the same time.

“Mai bine ai grijă,” Sebastian hissed, also at the same time.

“I literally can’t,” you answered Michael.  “I told you he doesn’t speak English.”

“Yeah, well, I think some things transcend language,” Michael bit back.  “Tell me something, pal,” he addressed Sebastian, “did you fuck my wife?”

“Sper că nu spui ce cred că ești,” Sebastian shook his head, clearly on the end of his rope.

“Mike, leave him alone,” you demanded, but it came out sounding so much weaker than you meant it to.

“Did you,” Michael pointed to Sebastian, going so far as to poke him in the chest condescendingly, “fuck—” he mimed thrusting his hips, and you grimaced— “my wife?”— finally, he pointed to you.

Sebastian certainly understood that; and, in lieu of an answer, he socked Michael right in the jaw and sent him straight to the ground.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, dashing over to where your husband was crumpled into a ball on the gravel and kneeling beside him.

“What the fuck?!” Michael gurgled, holding his face in shock and pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked anxiously, spinning to look at where Sebastian was standing and looking much too proud of himself, shaking out the hand he’d just hit Michael with.  “Sebastian!” you scolded, making him give you a defensive look.

“Ce?” he shrugged flippantly, though he clearly felt a little guilty when it became obvious that you were irritated with him.

And that was how you ended up here, standing in the living room and tapping your foot quickly, staring at the couch where Michael sat with a bag of ice held to his jaw, Sebastian beside him (though as far away as possible) resting with another on his hand.

“You had no business coming here,” you informed your husband coldly.

“You wouldn’t know about this place if it weren’t for me,” he reminded you.  “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you corrected.

His silence was stern, and he gave you one of those looks that used to scare you but now just made loathing and pity sink down in your chest.  It was ambiguous if he was too angry to reply or if he really had no defense.  After all, what reason did you have to believe that he would care about your leaving?

"If you're here to make me rescind the divorce order, it's not going to happen.  I'm not leaving with you.  I'm not forgiving you.  Please just go," you sighed.

"That's not why I came.  None of that is why I'm here," he mumbled.  "I came here…" he straightened up slightly, raising his voice confidently.  "I came here to tell you that I love you.  I need you.  And I want you back."

Now that he was looking right back at you, suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and turned your gaze away again.  

"Whatever you need me to do to fix this, I'll do it.  We'll get through this.  Isn't that what marriage is?  Fighting for each other, struggling together?"  He stood up and approached you, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders; you almost flinched when you felt his touch, but resisted the urge, glancing up at his face before looking over at Sebastian whose injured hand was twitching as he looked away with a tight jaw.  "Tell me how to make this right, please."

You tried not to look as Sebastian as you processed Michael's request; similarly, it seemed he was trying not to look at you.  But even if you ignored this new, peculiar romance in your life, your marriage was still broken beyond repair and you couldn't imagine anything that could change that.  "I'm sorry," you finally whispered, watching Michael's face fall, "I don't think there's anything you can do." 

He released you from his grip, less angry than you expected; more somber.  "I want to stay and work this out," he explained.  "Better yet, I want you to come back to London— come back home— so we can be together and discuss everything there.  But I'm only going to ask you one more time before I leave: stay with me.  You don't need to forgive me, or even love me again, at least not yet… just give me a chance to try to earn everything I took for granted."

You'd imagined this moment so many times: cursing him out, making him grovel, kicking him to the curb.  To be completely honest, you'd even imagined potentially taking him back.  But now that you were here and it was, somehow, real, your desire for vengeance was fading along with your desire for reconciliation.  

"I have something I need to give you," you whispered, walking upstairs and going back into your room, getting on your hands and knees to search the floor.  Finally, discarded in a dusty corner with slightly uneven floorboards, you found the ring you'd tossed aside the night before.  Fighting back against the tears welling in your eyes, you picked it up and came downstairs, holding it outward for Michael to take.  

"I'm not taking that back," he refused, shaking his head.  "You keep it for a while longer, until you're sure this is really what you want."

"I'm sure.  I'm moving on.  Take it back," you demanded.  He sighed but reached out and plucked it from between your fingers, pocketing it though still wearing his own golden band.  "Besides, my sister might want it."

He scoffed, turning as he began to walk away.  "You're cold."

"Frozen solid," you agreed.  "Goodbye, Michael… drive safe."

He shook his head and made a sharp exhale as he walked away, nearly slamming the door behind him.  You stared off into space as Sebastian silently watched you; you didn’t want him to see you cry, but it was starting to seem unavoidable as your lip quivered and your eyes grew wide with tears.

“Shhh,” he soothed gently, standing up and stepping forward to pull you into his arms.  “Nu plânge, e în regulă.”

"God, I'm so stupid," you whispered between sobs muffled against his chest.  "I'm so fucking stupid…"

He whispered to you and kissed the top of your head, repeating one thing over and over that you couldn't make out well against the sound of your own crying filling your ears.

But even without knowing what he was saying or what it meant, it made you feel better.

As evening approached, you realized a new predicament had arisen: would Sebastian stay in your room again?  Would you go to his?  Or would you sleep separately, maybe even drift back to just being essentially housemates after a unique one-night stand?

Your questions were answered suddenly when Sebastian suddenly came to the couch and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal a little before you relaxed and let him carry you to his room.  He all but threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Already you felt more comfortable with him than you sometimes felt with people you'd known most of your life; you didn't feel self-conscious when he ran his hands over your body, you didn't try to suppress your moans when he kissed your neck for fear of sounding ridiculous— and maybe that was just because it was such a fantastical situation, so unlike yourself and so far from home, that it was easy to feel like a different person with him.

Or maybe it was that you'd spent so long trying to be somebody that people liked, and now you were being yourself for the first time in decades.

You couldn't really be sure.  And since your brain short-circuited every time Sebastian whispered something in your ear that just sounded filthy regardless of what it actually meant, you didn't have the time to think about it.

[charming-2d-boys]

do you write for knuckle by any chance 🥺🥺 maybe like how he would ask you out or what dating him would be like if u do this expect more knuckle bine requests luv heheheh

Honestly, he's slowly growing on me, especially after I just finished reading the CA Arc! He's adorable, along with Shoot, Morel and Knov 😍

And yes, please, I'd love that! I have a feeling I'm gonna like him a lot 😂

Thank you for the first request for Knuckle here and I hope I did him justice! 🙇

A/N: put those two together because they were similar. Hope it’s okay.

Warning: long and a little NSFW-ish

Taglist: @undercanonthots

Knuckle, despite his appearance, is an adorkable softie

the two of you met when you were walking a friend’s dog in the local park

they were extremely busy during that week and you felt bad, knowing that their dog wouldn’t like to be left alone at home for so long

so you offered to walk their dog

this also gave you the opportunity to go out a bit more often after being cooped up because of your own assignments

well, the dog didn’t really appear very strong and you got along well

at least, that's what you thought before you were snapped awake as the loose grip you had on the leash suddenly disappeared

and the dog ran

you only blinked once before running after it, occasionally yelling its name

you didn't even know where you were going

but by the time you caught up with it, you were away from the park and in a nearby market

there were all sorts of people walking about and the dog was wagging its tail and looking around, as if searching for something

this time, your grip on the leash was tight as you followed, curious as to where you were going

soon, you found yourself face to face with a guy while the dog looked as if he'd found a treasure

he looked... intimidating

or maybe he was pissed off

his clothes and hairstyle reminded you of an old-school bully or delinquent

you apologised for the disturbance and tried to pull the dog away, but it wouldn't budge

it just kept staring at the man, wagging its tail and looking happy and satisfied, almost as if awaiting praise

It's okay...

was he blushing?

he wouldn't look you in the eyes as he pet the dog on its head

if the tail wagging and happiness the dog exuded weren't enough, you felt your stomach flutter when it licked his face, making him laugh aloud

he had a really nice smile for someone who appeared so intimidating

Is it yours?

No, a friend’s. They’re busy, so I offered to walk them instead.

Knuckle thought that you were too good to be true: you were cute, kind and seemed to love animals as well

plus, you had a really nice smile

you chatted for a while and exchanged names before agreeing to meet again the next day

this proposition came especially after you had to leave due to how late it had become

and the moment you and Knuckle exchanged goodbyes and you tugged on the dog’s leash, it started whining loudly and started pulling you towards him again

it seemed like Knuckle had made a very good impression

Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again, okay?

How about tomorrow then?

Knuckle’s smile and slightly flushed cheeks made you smile back

he accepted and that’s how you found yourself meeting again

and again

and again

you’d even hung out with him and his master, Morel, at one point, when you were shopping and coincidentally met

he was a really fun guy to be around and surprisingly cute and kind, both to people and animals

it wasn’t surprising how easy it was to develop a crush on Knuckle

and apparently, he felt the same way

and you were so close to asking him out when your relationship didn’t seem to move forward

but Knuckle surprised you yet again by asking you out, cheeks red but with a wide smile on his face

that got even wider when you accepted

in a relationship, Knuckle is just as sweet and kind as before

the only difference is that now he can be affectionate and romantic as well

he’s pretty much kissing and worshipping the ground you’re walking on

swears that just one smile from you can make his whole day better and brighter

Knuckle loves hugging you so much

even in public, he always has an arm around your waist, keeping you close and making you feel safe

well, the way he looks at everyone - as if anything even remotely threatening would get its head bitten off - makes people get out of your way without anything much but a gulp and a confused stare

Knuckle looks intimidating while you talk animatedly about the cat you saw the other day

and then he just turns towards you and smiles as he asks for more details and even photos

it’s something that leaves people a little bewildered

likes taking you pretty much everywhere

it doesn’t even matter if it was your idea, his or someone’s recommendation

he wants to see places and experience things with you

he’s also okay with dates spent inside, whether at your place or his

he pretty much sucks at video games

and you beat him even at the games you suck at playing

but Knuckle doesn’t want you to let him win

he wants to win fair and square

though if you kiss him after another loss, to him, it counts as a victory

usually has you in his lap, playing together

and believe me, he doesn’t really mean to do this

but sometimes, he just puts his face into your neck, either inhaling your scent or kissing your skin softly

he’s not trying to distract you or anything

but he just loves having you in his arms

but he cooks so well

you’re going to feel as if you’re at a high class restaurant

especially when it’s your birthday or you’re celebrating anniversaries

loves doing domestic things with you: groceries, laundry, cleaning, even making the bed together

it’s always fun being around Knuckle

and even when it comes to the other sort of fun... it’s still fun

just so you know, Knuckle cares a lot about your comfort and consent

even having your first kiss took you almost 3 months - he was nervous, okay? He felt like he would combust whenever he looked at your lips and thought about what it would feel like to kiss them

so it’s no surprise that sleeping together takes quite a while as well

Knuckle just wants to be sure that you’re both okay and ready for this

he wants sex to be another way of showing how much you love each other

he’s pretty vanilla, mostly because he likes treating you like royalty

rough... doesn’t really exist in this category of your relationship

he’s going to be more passionate, but not rough

he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you in any way

but he praises you so much and so often

both verbally and physically

even if he blushes - and sometimes feels like crying because of how intense his feelings for you are

definitely cried once or twice, even if Knuckle denied it

while wiping his tears

he’s pretty much all about your pleasure

but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t appreciate when you return the favour

he loves kissing you all over

and if you’re ever insecure about your appearance...

oho, get ready

long rant while his hands and lips move over every inch of your skin

you’ll definitely feel a lot better by the end of it

and aftercare?

Knuckle is one of the best

always ready, always helpful

secretly proud of how good he makes you feel

and cuddles you to sleep

one of his favourite things to do is keep you in his arms, glued to him and kissing wherever his lips can reach

Knuckle is whipped, that’s for sure

but it’s you, so it’s okay

[thefallennightmare]

Dorogaya-Prologue

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader. 

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst. 

Summary: It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen?

A/N: Here is the prologue for the Soldat Sequel called Dorogaya(darling in Russian). Not a whole lot happens in this but I wanted to give an update on how Bucky and Y/N were doing while in hiding! The first chapter will be out soon and let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters! I’m not sure how long this one will be and it will take place during Civil War. 

Letting out deep breaths, I continued up the stairs to the sixth floor of the apartment complex I had called home. It was after midnight but that didn’t stop the neighbors from blaring their music or have yet another argument. My nose scrunched up in disgust as the familiar smell of garbage and body odor filled the air and after finally making it to my floor, I knew I had one more obstacle to cross before making it inside safely. 

The next door neighbor that every single night for the past week had tried asking me out. My Romanian was a bit rusty but I knew when a guy was hitting on me. 

“Hey beautiful.” 

Groaning at the gruff voice, I turned on my heels and gave him a curt nod. “Hi.”

I went to unlock the door but could feel his presence creep closer towards me. My fingers slipped into my pocket and slowly pulled out my knife. 

“Fundul tău arată bine în blugi acei.” He placed his arm against the door frame to my apartment, trapping me between him.

I scoffed. “I may not know much Romanian but I don’t need to be fluent to know that when someone is talking about how good my ass looks in my jeans.”

His mouth opened to speak but the door opened behind me. I didn’t have to look who opened the door, I could tell from the heat radiating off the body. And the feelings that weren’t my own of jealousy and rage filled my veins. 

“Totul in regula?” Everything alright?

I looked over towards Bucky and nodded. “I’m fine, Bucky.” 

The creep took in one quick glance of Bucky before retreating back into his apartment, clearly not knowing I was living with a man twice his size. 

Bucky remained blocking the doorway and when I looked into his eyes, I found myself sucking in a breath. In the week we’d been in hiding, he had let his beard grow a bit more and it was now that I realized how blue his eyes were; a deep ocean. Licking my lips, I stood taller after realizing how close we were standing and nodded behind him. 

“Are you going to let me in?” I joked. 

After giving me a small smile, he stepped to the side allowing me to walk past him inside. He did a quick glance around the landing and staircase before shutting the door behind us. The sound of locks clicking together sounded behind me as I looked around our new home. 

It wasn’t the best apartment by any means. I did have money saved up, enough to get us by for a while, but I had to do what I could to save it. Bucky had no money so it was up to me to provide for us. I didn’t mind at all but we had to make some sacrifices and a nice apartment was at the top of the list. 

Newspapers lined all of the windows, not allowing anyone from the outside to look in, even though we were on the sixth floor. There was the bathroom to my left and the only thing good about it was the bright blue towel we had hanging on the almost broken towel bar. The paint was peeling all over the apartment but it didn’t bother us. We only had one bed, well mattress, and it laid on the floor of the apartment. We each had one pillow and there was only one blanket. We were also able to find a couch for pretty cheap at the local market in town and that’s where Bucky slept every night. 

He still didn't feel comfortable with sharing the bed with me and not wanting to push him, I agreed that he could have the couch. I did have to admit, it was adorable seeing how small he made the couch look while laying on it. 

The kitchen would become cramped when both Bucky and I tried cooking something at the same time; which wasn’t often since we had opted for getting food delivered. 

For the first few days of living here we tried our best to stay inside, opting to go out into public if we absolutely needed to. And when we did, we wore anything to help conceal our identity. I went out more than Bucky would, him being afraid someone from his past would recognize him. 

It was then that I noticed he had made a make-shift shelf with a few two by fours and cement blocks. 

“You love to read so I thought I could make you something that you could put your books on,” he spoke when he noticed me staring at it. “It may be a bit shaky.” 

Immediately I waved him off. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” 

We both stood in our respective places, staring at each other, and the feeling of desire warmed my insides. Bucky must have noticed because he shook his head, letting out a quiet scoff. 

“Stop that.” Was all he said. 

“It’s not my fault!” I defended myself. “I can’t help it that I can not only feel your pain but your feelings too!” 

“I’ve been thinking,” He started, immediately changing the subject.

“What about?” I questioned while putting away the groceries. 

Bucky’s hands grazed over mine as he took the box of spaghetti from me and placed it in the top cabinet; the one I couldn’t reach. His back was to me so I could see the way his shoulders tensed and I felt fear cloud my mind. 

“Bucky,” I spoke softly while placing a hand over his flesh arm. “What’s wrong?”

He remained silent but gave a quick look over his shoulder to the door, eyes trained hard against it. His eyebrows scrunched together and he tilted his head to the side, almost mimicking an animal that heard something off in the distance. 

Oh. 

“Do you hear something?” I asked. 

Every footstep or every voice put Bucky on high alert, especially with the super soldier hearing. He found himself staying up way after I had gone to bed, sitting on the couch with his eyes and ears on the door. He wouldn’t admit it to me but I knew he was terrified of Hydra finding him again, turning him back into Soldat. 

“It’s nothing,” he reassured me before busying himself with unloading the rest of the stuff I had picked up from the store. “I still don’t understand why you have to go late at night.” 

I shrugged. “Less people and less chance of someone recognizing me.” 

“More creeps,” Bucky reminded me. 

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself,” I stated back with a smile. “You’re not the only one that’s good with a knife.” 

And if that wasn’t enough to reassure him that I could handle my own, I snapped my fingers together causing a small flame to spark between them. Bucky held his hands up, knowing when he lost the argument and we continued to put everything away in silence. 

“Bucky, I’m home!” I called entering the small apartment. 

Soft music came flooding into the room from the outside and I followed it to the balcony. A smile spread to my lips as I took in the sight in front of me. Bucky was sitting in one of the fold up chairs with the leather bound journal in his lap. It could see that there were sentences upon sentences written. The soft tune of a song from the 1940’s played on his phone but what warmed my heart the most was ewing Bucky finally using the journal I had bought him. 

I bought it shortly after we settled because I thought it would be a good idea for him to write down anything he would remember; a memory or even him remembering that he loved plums. This was the first time in six months that I had seen him open it. 

“Keep staring at me and your eyes are going to be glued stuck.” Bucky joked while closing the journal. 

Oh, I don’t think I would mind one bit. 

“I really hate your super hearing. I bet you could hear me the second I stepped foot into the building,” I smiled while sitting on the chair opposite of him. 

“How was work?” He questioned. 

He went to turn off the music but I stopped him, saying that I didn’t mind it. 

“It was okay. The really bad bar creeps seem to come out in the day rather than night,” I shrugged. 

I had been bar tending at the pub across the street for a few months now and while it was true that the daylight seemed to bring out the worst of the creeps of Bucharest, the money was really good so I tried not to complain too much. 

Bucky’s heart rate sped so I placed a hand on his knee, letting him know that I was fine. “No one bothers me, Bucky.”

I kept my hand on his knee when I realized that it wasn’t making him uncomfortable. Even though we had been with each other every day for the last six months, we still had yet to make a move on taking whatever relationship we had to the next level. I promised him one night that I wouldn’t push him, let him find himself first, then we can talk about our relationship. We were friends living together. 

“I’ll let you get back to writing,” I motioned towards his journal while standing up. 

“You’re not going to ask what I’m writing?” He wondered, confusion on his face. 

I mirrored my own confusion to him. “Why would I? Those are your private thoughts, Bucky. I won’t read them unless you want me too.”

Turning my back to him to enter back into the apartment, I felt cold fingers lace with my own and tugging me back towards him. “Hm?” 

He remained silent, only bringing my hand to his lips and I felt warmth spread through me when he laid a soft kiss on my knuckles. 

“Thank you, Y/N” he breathed against my knuckles. 

“Anything for you, Bucky.” 

I tossed and turned on the mattress, a quiet groan slipped through my lips. My fingertips padded on the mattress next to me for my phone and when I saw what time it was, another groan slipped out. It was after two a.m and I had been trying to fall asleep for the last 3 hours. Bucky and I had spent the last few days finally getting our apartment settled after I had worked three doubles in a row. Needless to say I was exhausted. 

Forcing my eyes shut, I placed a pillow over my face, hoping that would help. However, I sat up with a start as I heard whimpering coming from the body next to me. Bucky was fast asleep on the couch; or so I thought. 

His large body twitched and in the dim light, I could see the lines of his mouth pulled together in a hard line. The feeling I had surging through me told me one thing; he was having a nightmare. 

In the year of living with him and sleeping next to him, I had yet to notice him have a nightmare. I knelt on the mattress and gently placed my hand on his metal arm while giving him a quick shake. 

“Buck? Are you alright?” I whispered. 

Bucky’s eyes snapped open and the fingers of his metal arm wrapped around my throat cutting off my airway with a gasp. My body fell onto the mattress while Bucky straddled my hips. His eyes were gone, almost black, as he stared into me. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as the grip on my throat tightened. 

“Bucky,” I tried to cough out. 

My hands scratched and smacked his arm but failed. I didn’t want to have to use my powers to stop him, refusing to use it against him, but I knew if I didn’t, he would kill me. The air within slowly started to leave my body and I felt the darkness looming so with a quick snap of my fingers I felt the warmth spread through my hand. 

Wrapping my hand around Bucky’s flesh bicep, his metal one released my throat as a loud hiss escaped his throat. The air returned and I coughed loudly a few times, trying to swallow as much air as I could. Curling my hand into a fist, the fire evaporated and I felt Bucky’s body still on mine. 

“Y/N?” He asked, voice trembling. “What did I do?” 

He could tell in the dim light that marks were starting to form around my throat, guilt pulling at his heart. 

“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “You were having a nightmare and I made the mistake of trying to wake you.” 

“No,” Bucky shook his head while climbing off of me. “I could have killed you.” 

“But you didn’t.” 

I knelt in front of him and reached for his hand however he snatched them away from me. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I should go-.” 

“Bucky, stop! I’m okay!” I gripped his hand to keep him in place. “Call us even, okay?” 

I motioned to the red mark on his bicep when he looked at me confused. “I’m sorry for waking you. They’ve never been this real before.” 

“You’ve had nightmares before?” I questioned. 

We slept next to each other for the past year and I hadn’t even noticed that he was struggling with this. 

“The screams. It’s the screaming of them that haunt me.” He stuttered. 

I felt the sadness drowning me so I placed my hands on the sides of Bucky’s face and made him look at me. “It wasn’t you. What you did, that wasn’t you.” 

“But I did it.” His shoulders raised and slumped down with regret. 

Ignoring the voice of doubt that resided in the back of my mind, I knelt up closer to Bucky and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead. His hands immediately grasped my hips and squeezed. 

“C’mon, lets get some sleep.” I motioned for him to lay on the mattress next to me. 

Bucky refused, afraid that if another nightmare took over what he would do. But I wouldn’t take no for an answer and pulled him down next to me. 

“Is this alright?” I asked as I laid my head on his chest. 

His heart pounded against the cage of his chest and I placed my hand on top of it, almost trying to calm him. Bucky’s breathing slowed and his metal arm wrapped around my back pulling me closer to him, letting me know that he was in fact fine with it. 

That night was the last time we slept separate and the last time Bucky would have a nightmare for a long time. 

“My God,” I gasped while my eyes scanned the article I was reading on my laptop. 

Avengers cause destruction in Sokovia. 

The article was a handful of months old, me just now getting my hands on a laptop. Bucky and I had spent the entire time here in Romania trying to stay away from the media, not wanting to know what was going on in the world and not wanting to be in the spotlight

Scrolling farther into the article, I read that Tony Stark and Bruce Banner had created Ultron who now  was on a mission to destroy everyone on earth; only wanting metal to live here. The Avengers, along with these enhanced twins, were trying to stop him. 

I couldn’t help but feel sadness and jealousy when I continued to read how the Avengers fought together against this Ultron. I could have been fighting alongside them, saving the world. But I knew that my place was here with Bucky. 

The mouse ghosted over a video on the article and after looking around the apartment to make sure Bucky wasn’t around, I clicked it open while holding my breath. 

Everyone from my former team was fighting these robot soldiers for the first half of the clip but when it cut to a different video, I sucked in my breath. Steve’s face popped up as was shown saving so many people, leading them to an old SHIELD helicarrier.. My heart ached wanting to be with him, fighting with him, and wanting to feel his body against my own once more. 

For the first few months, Steve’s face would cloud my dreams and I found myself missing him terribly every night. I told him to not look for us but a part of me knew that he wouldn’t abide by my wishes. I knew him and Sam were doing everything they could to find us. 

But now, over two years later, I found myself regretting my decision to leave; only slightly. 

“What are you watching?” 

Jumping at the voice, I went to close my laptop but a metal hand stopped me. Bucky’s eyes scanned over the article before he watched the video I had just finished watching. His face was unreadable but what scared me the most was that I could feel what he was feeling. 

Maybe I was having an off day. 

“Stark? Why do I know that name?” He wondered, mostly to himself. 

“He’s one of the richest men in New York. He also helped find The Avengers.” I said while placing my laptop on the kitchen table. 

“The Avengers?” Bucky asked. 

“I know, it’s not that great of a name. But what we did made up for it.” I defended myself. 

Bucky placed his journal on the counter and shook off his jacket, placing it on the chair in front of him. He then sat on the couch next to me. 

“We?” 

Biting my lip, I gave him a small nod. In the last two years, we were so focused on getting him better and figuring out his past, that I hadn’t given him any details about mine. Since the night of his nightmare, we became incredibly close. We still haven't made ourselves official but we shared the bed each night, tangled in each other's arms, and soft kisses on forehead and hands were as far as it got. 

I never complained once. 

“Um, I used to be a part of the team. That’s how I met Steve actually. We first came together to help defeat the Chitauri; some alien species.” I started. 

“I remember reading about that a few months ago,” Bucky admitted. 

A few months ago he spent an entire weekend reading old news stories that he had missed out on. 

“Ever since that day, I had decided to stay on Steve’s team. Now, it seems like they’re still working together.” I said with a hint of jealousy. 

“Doing what?” Bucky asked, passing me a plum. 

Taking it with gratitude, I tried the best way to bring it up without triggering him. “Uh, I guess the last few months they’ve been taking down Hydra bases to find this special scepter and they nearly leveled Sokovia trying to stop this Ultron guy. 

Bucky was silent, body rigid when I had mentioned Hydra. “I thought Hydra fell?” 

“Apparently not,” I sighed. 

We sat in a tense silence and noticing that his shoulders were straight with rage with the thought of Hydra still being a functioning terrorist group. 

“Hey,” I spoke softly. “They won’t find you. It’s been almost two and a half years. We’re going to be fine.”

Bucky hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I, uh, added more to my journal.” 

“You did?” I smiled. 

“Those stories about the war in the 40’s helped me remember some stuff, not a lot though.” 

The disappointment in his voice broke my heart so I placed my head on his flesh shoulder, not daring to place it on the other. Every night when we would lay in bed together, I had refused to touch the scars on that shoulder. Bucky was still reserved and uncomfortable with it. 

“So,” I started, immediately wanting to change the subject. “Anything you want to do tomorrow?”

Bucky nodded and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. “Can we go to the fruit market? We’re out of plums.” 

“You and your plums,” I giggled while wrapping my arm around his midsection. “But anything for you, Buck.” 

“Thank you, dorogaya.” He breathed against my forehead. 

We both enjoyed this new normal for us, settling into this routine fairly early on while we were in hiding. But nothing would prepare us for what was about to happen tomorrow and how it would affect the rest of our lives.

[stop-handing-me-knives]

Ghost group chat

I mean, i already thought about cameras in star wars - group chats were the logical (and much more lighthearted) extension. Enjoy :)

GHOST GROUP CHAT >> group chat created by: SABINE WREN MEMBERS: Garazeb Orrelios, Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger TITE: KOOL KIDS GARAZEB: um. GARAZEB: what is this. SABINE: well, now that we’ve got a new baby in the family and i’ve taught him how to use technology, i decided we need a group chat in order to take care of said baby, gripe, and share memes EZRA: HEY

EZRA: FIRST OF ALL EZRA: I ALREADY KNEW HOW TO USE THE CHAT APP TYVM GARAZEB: heh EZRA: SECOND EZRA: AND MORE IMPORTANTLY EZRA: I AM N O T A BABY GARAZEB: baby say what EZRA: DUDE EZRA: I WILL FIGHT YOU RIGHT NOW SABINE: ok ok sorry chill SABINE: stop blowing up the chat with caps SABINE: just trying to make everyone feel included SABINE: jeez Ezra: ….sorry GARAZEB: yea yeah touching moment but question. why is this chat labeled “Kool kids” ?? ? SABINE: ??? SABINE: what do you mean GARAZEB: im not a child? ? SABINE: i’m sorry who was just in a yelling match about who gets the last waffle?? EZRA: HA SEE HOW IT FEELS GARAZEB: HEY YOU WERE THERE TOO EZRA: YEAH BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT 57 AND FIGHTING WITH A KID GARAZEB: I AM NOT 57 SABINE: oK OK ENOUGH WITH THE CAPS I’M CHANGING THE NAME SABINE  has changed the group chat name to KILLER SPECTERS GARAZEB:….better GARAZEB: sorry ‘bine SABINE: it’s fine EZRA: yeah the group chat is a good idea EZRA: even if this guy’s in it ;) ;) SABINE: Ezra… GARAZEB: it’s good i won’t rise to petty bait from petty children SABINE: okAY YOU TWO SABINE: Oh btw mom’s calling you two EZRA: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING GARAZEB: IT WAS THE KID’S FAULT SABINE: dude what did you guys do she sounds angry SABINE: guys SABINE: you still alive SABINE: rip GARAZEB: still alive just gotta go on a shopping trip with this child EZRA: jUsT gOtTa gO on a sHoPpiNg tRiP wiTh ThiS cHilD SABINE: seriously guys chill SABINE: at least you get to go somewhere SABINE: i’m stuck on repairs all day GARAZEB: yeah cause we all know how much you hate updating weapons tech SABINE: hey i didn’t say the work wasn’t fUn ….. EZRA: SABINE SABINE: EZRA EZRA: WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND MEILOORUNS SABINE: why do you need meilooruns EZRA: HERA WANTED SOME SABINE: well then you better find some EZRA: I KNOW I’M TRYING SABINE: where’s zeb why isn’t he helping you look GARAZEB has their name to ZEB GARAZEB has changed EZRA BRIDGER’S name to GONNA LOSE ZEB: am looking ZEB: waiting in line ZEB: gonna get some before the kid GONNA LOSE: DUDE GONNA LOSE: SERIOUSLY ZEB: ha ha GONNA LOSE has changed their name to THE BEST GONNA LOSE has changed ZEB’S name to THE WORST ZEB: HEY EZRA: HA HA HA SABINE has changed THE BEST’S name to EZRA SABINE has changed THE WORST’S name to ZEB SABINE has deactivated all name changes SABINE: OK that’s enough of that EZRA: HEY ZEB: spoil sport SABINE: trust me. i have just averted Interplanetary War III EZRA: OK BUT DID YOU FIND ANY MEILOORUNS ZEB: nope not yet EZRA: NO WAIT I FOUND SOME ZEB: THOSE BETTER NOT BE THE ONES ON THE IMPERIAL TRANSPORT SABINE: GUYS EZRA: Relax! i’ve gotta plan SABINE: GUYS NO SABINE: GUYS SABINE; YOU STILL ALIVE SABINE: GUUUUUUYSSSS ZEB: stil aliev Zeb: hypathecle queston ZEB: how duz 1 fly tie fihgter SABINE: ZEB SABINE: NO SABINE: WHERE’S EZRA EZRA: um EZRA: i need an adult ZEB: im adult EZRA: no no you are not SABINE: NICE ONE EZ SABINE: BUT ZEB SABINE: AREN’T YOU FLYING A TIE FIGHTER ZEB: kin,a EZRA: it’s good! we’re both in the tie fighter now! SABINE: THAT IS NOT GOOD SABINE: WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT IS GOOD SABINE: GUYS SABINE: GUYS ARE YOU STILL ALIVE SABINE: THAT’S IT I’M ADDING MOM AND DAD SABINE has added: HERA SYNDULLA SABINE has added: KANAN JARRUS SABINE has changed KANAN JARRUS’S name to BLASTER MASTER EZRA: SABINE NO SABINE: oh so now you answer me SABINE: hera the boys are having some trouble HERA: trouble finding the meilooruns? ;) ;) SABINE: oh no, they found them. only they were imperial meilooruns HERA: whAT EZRA: Hey mom! EZRA: All’s good! HERA: WHAT DID YOU DO EZRA: um you want the good news or the bad news first HERA: Just tell me what you did EZRA: Ok, good news first: we stole a tie fighter! HERA: THAT’S THE GOOD NEWS?!? BLASTER MASTER: Why. Am I Named. “Blaster Master” SABINE: ha ha cause you use a blaster and you’re a jedi pretty good name right BLASTER MASTER: No. It is not.   HERA: Can we focus on the issue at hand please??? BLASTER MASTER: Right. You should Not have stolen. A Tie Fighter. Tell me. You dismantled the Locator Beacon EZRA: First of all, yeah dUH EZRA:  the moment we got in the ship of cOURSE EZRA: second EZRA: have you ever used a keyboard before BLASTER MASTER: You. Are just now Disabling it. Aren’t you. EZRA:…maybe BLASTER MASTER: And Yes. I have used. A keyboard. Before. SABINE: Ok your typing is weirding me out too can you please stop that BLASTER MASTER: Look. Just Ditch the Tie. rendezvous shadow site 2. BLASTER MASTER: And it’s not my Fault. The buttons are. Very small. HERA: And let’s use please vocal coms from now on when we have a problem BLASTER MASTER: Seriously. We have them. For a reason …. SABINE has removed: HERA SYNDULLA, BLASTER MASTER SABINE: whew SABINE: anything to get mr. “buttons are too small” off the chat SABINE: so SABINE: you guys still alive EZRA: well dUH EZRA: we aRE professionals after all, right zeb? ZEB: absa-freaking-loutly SABINE: uh huh EZRA: Not oNLY did we find a meiloorun, but we aLSO beat the imperials AND saved a farm! ZEB: all in a day’s work EZRA: KILLER SPECTERS FOR THE WIN SABINE: um ok fine don’t mind me over here SABINE: and weren’t you guys fighting like two seconds ago ZEB; i have no idea what you’re talking about EZRA: yeah we’re bros SABINE: ew you guys being friends is really weirding me out SABINE: did you guys get rid of that tie fighter SABINE: guys? EZRA: SABINE WHAT IS ON OUR WALL ZEB: wait what’s on our wall ZEB: SABINE SABINE: :) :) EZRA: SABIIIINEEE SABINE: :) :) :) :) ZEB: YOU BETTER COME CLEAN THIS OFF THE WALL SABINE: oh sure, right after you tell mom and dad where you hid the tie fighter EZRA: what tie fighter we don’t have a tie fighter SABINE: uh huh SABINE:  i totally buy that EZRA: OK MAYBE  we didn’t exACTLY get rid of it SABINE: HA ZEB: please don’t tell!! SABINE: hmmmmm EZRA: PLEASE SABINE: on one condition EZRA: NAME IT EZRA: ANYTHING ZEB: WAIT NO DON’T GIVE HER THAT POWER SABINE: :-) ZEB: DON’T SELL OUR SOULS SABINE: too late  :-) :-)

[joyandeggs]

Omg omg I got a request: jealousy HC shoot and Knuckle!!!!

Oh, this one is saucy...

The Boys Being Jealous... 😤

Knuckle Bine

Oh lord...watch this man. He is already so hot headed that he would absolutely get jealous. It gets to him bad, even if he tries so hard not to be. And it can be for different reasons.

There’s the typical jealousy that everyone possibly experiences while in a good relationship. Knuckle tells himself, “Oh, I’m not jealous! Why should I be?” However...seeing another person trying to get close and chat up his significant other makes his body want to shake from anger. He gets so mad. Especially if his significant other is pushing them away or hearing them say no to them. The whole scene gets him ticked if it happens. If he was away from his love, he approaches them with that look on his face. They better run before Knuckle gets to them first. But if he’s near his love, he tries to be more quiet about it, yet still direct. He’ll put his significant other closer to him by an arm, giving that person the nastiest look you could imagine. Take the hint, asshole. They’re taken. He’s not afraid to tell them off either, of course, and if need be. Knuckle knows how to tell unwanted, weird or rude strangers to back off right away.

There’s also this jealousy he gets whenever he wants attention from his significant other. Knuckle loves seeing them happy and having a good time, and he lets them be for a good amount of time. He gets a little jealous of it and he has no idea why. Knuckle tends to hide this, and pushes it down in his gut almost from trying to get rid of it. He would never admit it...but he just wants to be with his love. Even if they’re hanging out with their friends, or if they both are at a small get together or anything. Knuckle wants to stay close to them sometimes, sit on the couch, stand together, whatever! Just be near him. It would make him feel better. The bad thing is that his love can definitely see something is bothering him, if they knew him well enough already. Poor Knuckle would tell them, “It’s nothin’, don’t worry about it.” 

Knuckle actually gets upset if his significant other ever got jealous with him. Please don’t get him wrong!! He just doesn’t like seeing them be that way, especially if they have no real reason to. He tells them that. “_____... You should never feel that way. I’m not goin’ anywhere without ya. I love you...I will always love you.” Knuckle seriously believes that if he really loves and cares for someone, that he will always be there for them no matter what, regardless if he is a Hunter. Knuckle is an extremely loyal man, and to more of an extreme, a loyal significant other. 

Shoot McMahon

To be completely honest...I genuinely do not see Shoot as the jealous type. He may get a little annoyed at someone for being too close or friendly with his significant other, but it doesn’t get to him much. He just isn’t the type of man to get actually jealous. 

He gets more...annoyed, if someone’s bothering his significant other, more than anything. Shoot tends to stay close to them while out and about, so he’s staying focused on his surroundings while keeping his love company and giving them his attention as they’re hanging out. Though, if there was a stranger just coming up to them and talking, and they were making his love feel uncomfortable or off by them, Shoot is calmly watching from their side. He wouldn’t jump in unless the stranger refused to leave them, or didn’t take no for an answer. “Oi. Leave them alone. You’re bothering them.” If pressed any further, Shoot would actually threaten them. “If you won’t leave, I’ll make you leave.” By Shoot’s glare, paired with his calm, yet mysterious demeanor, he can actually make unwanted, weird, or rude people to leave without saying a word. But he would say something if he needed to. Shoot dislikes conflict, but Shoot will always stand up for his love in any situation. 

Shoot would be the type of man to get...a little insecure, maybe? If his significant other was trying to be chatted up, or just being friendly and talking to someone nice in general. Deep inside the worst area of his nagging, dreading thoughts, there's a thought that threatens to pop up when he gets depressed or overthinks. What if I'm not good enough? He genuinely worries that he isn't a good significant other himself, as he is typically awkward and nervous...and he hasn't been in a relationship before! He wants to be the best to them that he possibly can be, as they are to him. Shoot doesn't actually believe that they would seriously leave him...but his thoughts try to convince him otherwise from time to time. Shoot keeps it to himself, and refuses to say anything about it at all, but he quietly works on not feeling that way. From what he sees in and of his love everyday, they really are staying with him for a long time. He doesn't need to feel insecure.

If he noticed that his significant other got jealous over him, for whatever reason, he would actually be a little amused by it. Don't get him wrong, he is not making fun of them nor is he enjoying them being jealous in any way! He just...doesn't get it. Why would anyone be jealous if he was spending time with Knuckle, or having a conversation with someone in town? His significant other should know that he loves them so much, so there is no reason why they should be jealous. Shoot genuinely believes his now significant other liking him is truly a miracle. He was never the one for being in a relationship or trying to find someone...but it somehow came to be when he ended up finding them. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Shoot would take his attention back to them, if he realized their change in mood or if they seemed a little annoyed and distant, even hold their hand or wrap an arm around them, keep them by his side. When they are alone, he would genuinely say, "Are you alright? ...Jealous, of me? Why? ...You should never feel that way. I only have my eyes on you. I love you, _____." That last sentence is said very quietly, but sincerely. They should have no doubts.

[skiijumpinng]

Hey! Do you by any chance know who could be a potential next coach for the slovenes? Because Eurosport were saying Bine Norcic for example would be rumoured to be one of their main targets

hi! i honestly have no idea, the president of ski jumping in slovenia (Jasnič) said that the lack of free coaches is the biggest problem and that it will be really hard since it’s the middle of the season, so at this point i’m just hoping they will stick with Hrgota (not sure if he has the right qualifications tho??) until they sort it out.

i will be honest tho, i don’t want Bine Norčič to come into this mess, i think he works so good with team north america. i would rather have someone completely new, who would take this team as a challenge.

[strvlveera]

Okay - requests are officially open ! I’m going to request something, I can’t wait aha ! Anyway, you know how much I love pick up lines ? (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) That’s it ! The Minamoto brothers, separately, reacting to a reader saying pick up lines in public to fluster them !

Omg first of all this is gold hehe

This is gonna be great >:)))

And just for you I’ll be using some of your pick up lines from discord eheh

Fruity Pick Up Lines

The Minamoto Brothers x Reader

The Minamoto brothers. Teru and Kou. They were both fun to be around, spending countless hours with them, it was clear to everyone how close you were to both of them. You of course were the one that bined the friendship together! With your amazing personality, being mischievous and silly whilst having the best ever pick up lines, the Minamoto brothers could never leave your side, even in school. Thus the fun never stopped, making the brothers used to your random pick up lines but it would still catch them out making their faces as red as the tomatoes Yashiro grows.

Today you had the most magnificent idea! While going to the grocery store you had picked up some fruit for a salad your were preparing. After you had gotten home the idea sparked.

“What if I do a type of pick up line to Teru and Kou? Like not the normal ones but a different type...like...” You looked around the kitchen trying to fish an idea, until you saw the fruit that you had bought. “Like.... fruity pick up lines!” Now this was gonna be fun.

After making your wonderful fruit salad you rushed up to your bedroom and got straight onto the internet, searching up ‘Fruity pick up lines’. Once you’d surfed through the countless websites, giggling at some you had found, you started to note them down. Tomorrow’s gonna be a good day!

Packing for your bag the next morning you made yourself check more than three times if you brought your list for pick up lines. Finally deciding you have it in you bag you rushed out of your house, speeding past everyone. Once you had stepped foot on the school grounds you immediately searched for the youngest brother, Kou. He was the most easiest to find since he was more loud than Teru. After finding the blondè you ran straight to him waving and grinning. You made sure there was people around and oh there was a lot of people.

“Hey Kou~Kun!” You shouted.

“Hi [Y/N]~Chan!” He shouted back looking happy as usual.

“So what brings you here?” Kou asked while grinning.

“I have something to tell you Kou!” You excitingly said.

“Go ahead and tell me, I’m all ears,” Kou encouragely said. Hehe this is going to be great.

“Well Kou, do you have any grapes?” You said while grinning like a psychopath.

“Uh, no why?” He said with curiosity. This is the big moment.

“Then how about a date?” You jokingly said with a wink.

You left without any other response leaving a dumb founded Kou. His face was pure red, still flabbergasted at what you just said. Yashiro was one of the people who saw him and asked if he was okay only with him not responding, being too embarrassed about what you said to him in public. At this point everyone that heard was either laughing at what you said or pitying Kou.

One brother down only one more to go.

After running down all the corridors, going up all the stairs you had the knowledge of and asking people for help you just couldn’t find Teru. He was obviously more mature than Kou since he’s older meaning he would be more composed and polite in other people’s eyes, not yours but that’s not going to stop you. Filled with demeination to find him you went searching for him once again. Only to find him speaking to one of his fangirls, who was clearly confessing to him. Deciding to ease drop you peeked out of the wall you were hiding behind, suddenly meeting eyes with the one and only Teru. The girl wasn’t there anymore it was just him standing there.

He ended up walking towards you since you were too focused on his face. You hadn’t realised how pretty Teru was and how lucky you were to have him as your best friend since he was really supportive and good. At advice. Kind of like a mum figure. Teru was about to flick your forehead with his finger but you came back to your senses and stepped back quickly so he wasn’t able to touch your precious forehead.

“Ah- Teru!” You screamed. Quite annoyed that he tried to flick your forehead again (yes he has flicked your forehead a lot of times).

“[Y/N]~Chan, were stalking me again?” He said with a devilish smirk while pointing at you.

You you pushed his arm away while composing yourself. “O-of course not Teru what are you talking about?” You said with a flustered look. This is not what it’s supposed to be like!

Teru chuckled and asked “Well what brings you here [Y/N]~Chan? Other than stalking me that is.”

You made you face look serious and looked at him straight in the eye.

“Teru, I have something to tell you.” You said confidently.

Teru looked worried, he hasn’t seen you this serious before.

“Uh g-go ahead and tell me,” he stuttered wondering what you were gonna say.

“Well Teru, are you a banana?” You asked innocently.

Teru didn’t understand why you would say that but reasoned.

“Uhm, no?” He was obviously confuses at this point.

“Because I find you a-peeling,” you said with a flirtatious tone.

You blinked your eyes a couple of times for a response from the prince but you didn’t get one. Instead you had a bright pink Teru who had no words for what to say or what to do. He just stood there with his mouth hanging right open. The students in his year walking by didn’t understand why Teru was acting like this. He usually would be walking with a straight back looking friendly but still stern. Teru was nothing like that at the moment. His straight back turned into a slouch, his composed look was gone and revealed a flustered look no one has ever seen before.

Once Teru has realised what he was doing he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and stood up straight again and regained posture. While he was doing that you were busy laughing you face off as you had never seen Teru this embarrassed before.

“[Y/N]~Chan! Why would you say that to me?” He said flabbergasted.

“Well, I don’t know Teru why did I say that?” You said sarcastically.

In the end everything was okay until...Kou saw you two together, and thought of an idea to get you back.

“Nii~San!” Exclaimed Kou while running up to you and Teru.

“Oh Hi Ko-“ He cut you off.

“You two would make a cute pear” Kou said while grinning and chuckling.

.....

“KOUU!!!!!”

I hope it turned out what you wanted it to be uwu

I’m sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes my brain can’t see them T^T

Thank you for requesting! @toilettebound

[depressedkakashihatake]

Well, the AU revolves around the idea of Kakashi coming home after Obito's 'death' and since he had the Sharingan, Fugaku decides to adopt him in the clan because he can't let a Sharingan user (even if it's only one eye) roam around without guidance and Kakashi also needs someone to teach him. (Also, imagine Kakashi finding out about the coup. Imagine the clan protecting Kakashi from Danzou. Imagine Kakashi telling Fugaku he's a shitty father and that he has to change and Fugaku 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯.)

ok i’m sorry but YES

Fugaku isn’t the best of fathers to Kakashi but he accepts it as a child because ‘hey, i’m not actually his kid. he took me in’ (Kakashi sort of hates himself already so he makes excuses for fugaku) but seeing how the man treats Itachi?

How he treats Sauske?

18 year old Kakashi at Fugaku’s house one day for dinner because Itachi and Mikoto still like having him around, when Fugaku make’s a shitty dad comment that clearl make’s Itachi uncomfertable and upset, amd Kakashi just loses it.

Kakashi yelling at Fugaku for a solid 20 minutes because “it’s one thing to treat me like shit, but Otachi is your son. He looks up to you and you shouldn’t be a shitty father to him because he needs you and Mikoto as guidence on what to do in a world already stacked up against us all”

Kakashi, who had the sweetest kindest father, seeing Fugaku’s treatment of his son’s and calling him out on his shit because this is unacceptable.

But also Fugaku and Mikoto protectecting Kakashi. Making sure that he has the training he needs and the support he needs to properly use Obito’s eye. Mikoto assuring Kakashi it’s not his fault that Obito died.

Fugaku being there when Kakashi comes home with Rin’s blood on his hand and being the first one to warn him that this is going to haunt him, but assuring him he’s not alone. That any uchiha with the sharingan has to relive something horrible in their lives and he has support.

Fugaku finding out about, and actually being both surprissed and proud of Kakashi because of the mangekyo, and showing him how to use it.

Fugaku knowing that Kakashi can’t control the bine tails like an uchiha with the mangekyo in both eyes, but still training him how to do it just in case.

Kakashi getting angry with Hiruzen for not using the Uchiha because they could have helped. Minato and Kushina didn’t have to die if they had just trusted the Uchiha and used their ability to fight against the nine tails.