#Can someone explain to me how to use the gif thing please? It takes forever for me to find anything I want

[kanmom51]

Jikook came home

God, how I missed this.

How I miss them!!

Before getting into the whole JM post followed by the cute-flirty interaction that followed, I will take this opportunity in congratulating both JM and JK for their MAMA awards achievements.

JM winning Daesang fans choice of the year.🎉🎉

JK winning top 10 fans choice, best male artist and best dance performance (SNTY).🎉🎉

JM being the sweetheart that he is came to us with a lengthy post to thank Army for voting and receiving a Daesang.

There are a couple of nuanced differences in some of the translations, but all in all, they are pretty much on the same page.

The main difference I've seen is the translation of this part:

벙벙 벙벙 벙벙벙벙벙

Being it "dumbfounded" or "stunned" or "bemused".

I think this probably captures it best:

And then we had JK....

Who was most likely sitting there right by JM's side, the speed of their back and forth being one of the indications to that (we are talking within seconds here), not to mention patterns of past behaviour with those two.

Do we discuss for a second the Weverse translation of the discussion?

Like wtf? 🤣🤣

Ok, so the actual translation would be:

Insert the word of bemusement of your choice I guess, lol. But basically we have JM telling us he's stunned/dumbfounded and mainly happy and then that back and forth between those two right in front of our salads.

Oh, and can someone explain the @JK to me please? I mean, I get JM @JK -ing when posting his replies, but why the hell is JK @JK -ing when posting his replies to JM?🤣🤣

The way those two keep doing this shit (in such a good way, may I add) is just absolutely and utterly hilarious.

This whole exchange gives me these vibes:

And Idk why, but this interaction came straight to mind as well when I saw this back and forth between them...

Take those two and combine them and then picture that in mind with this back and forth going on:

Oh, and do I mention that obviously they had access to Internet, enough to have this back and forth between them, while both in the same place, and JK preferring to flirt in our faces with JM rather than post himself about his wins, which I can assure you he knew of. You know how it is when you don't want to take away from your boyfriend's thunder...

Maybe we'll hear from him later on maybe not, but this was about JM, his win, his moment, his post, his excitement.

And JK CANNOT miss out on a little teasing-flirtatious banter with his man, now can he?

Let's back track for one moment, because I do want to talk about JM inserting JK into his post. I do believe this is going to be a new standard/constant/reality. You know, the "me and JK"/ "JK and I" or "me and JM"/"JM and I". That very natural way of inserting one another in their interactions/conversations with us. Now, don't get me wrong, this is not a new thing what so ever. They have been doing this since forever. But I do think that it's going to become more of a constant and less of a "OMG, he mentioned JK/JM" moment for us. They have shown us for years, but more so over the past year, just how important they are to each other, but even more so, just how intertwined their lives are with one another. They literally could not even part ways to do their military service!! Choosing to spend those 18 months together, even if it meant having to endure much harsher conditions and a much more difficult service as a whole. All to be able to be together. With each other. What I'm saying is that I do think we will be getting so much more of "US" from those two.

Openly and proudly.

US.

One last thing, and again this is either Jikook coincidence or kismet or maybe not too much of a coincidence and more of a conscious decision, but JM's post yesterday, 23 Nov 2024, was posted on the year mark of Jikook leaving for their oh so very special and emotionally charged Japan trip, 23 Nov 2023.

💜💜💜

Coincidence or not, we got Jikook back then, and after radio silence from those two for such a long time, we got Jikook yesterday again!!!

[ihavesimpedovermanyfictionalmen]

Hi can you do a fluffy where austin and reader fell in love while shooting caught stealing and they are on their press tour together and the people are starting to speculate about their relationship through their chemistry and when austin is in a talk show to promote he gets emotional while talking about her which basically confirms their relationship and please make it in an austin pov

I can certainly try! I hope I did you justice!? 🙏

Unscripted

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff... i think that's it

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: The Request :)

a/n - the fact that i started writing on tumblr because I wanted to write smut and I don't know how to is crazy. so you're all getting fluff and cringe for a while. :)

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The press tour for Caught Stealing has been a whirlwind. Every red carpet, every interview, every photo op feels like it's a blur of bright lights and eager questions. But amidst all of that chaos, there's one thing that keeps me grounded: her. Y/N.

When we first met on set, I didn’t expect what would come next. Sure, I knew we’d have a strong connection, we always do when you’re working with someone as talented and as easy to talk to as her. But it wasn’t just chemistry in front of the camera—it was real. It was magic. And now, with every interview we do together, it’s hard not to notice the way our laughter feels a little louder, the way our conversations drift from script lines to something more personal. The way I can’t help but look at her when she speaks, the way she’s become my favorite person to share a quiet moment with.

But the thing is, we’ve been so careful. The fans—they are the ones who have started to notice. The way we interact on stage, the shared glances, the subtle touches. They’re picking up on what I’ve been trying to keep under wraps, trying to protect. I know it's not like we’ve been hiding it—it’s just... complicated, you know?

So there I am, sitting on a talk show, trying to keep it together. The host, ever the professional, starts talking about our on-screen chemistry in Caught Stealing and then... then she brings up the rumors. The fans speculating. The comments flooding in on Twitter. She flashes a cheeky grin, making some joke about whether or not there’s something more between Y/N and me, and I can feel the heat rising in my chest.

And I try to laugh it off, I really do. I say something about how we’re just great friends, how lucky I am to work with such a talented actress, but my voice shakes a little. Damn it, I can't lie about this. Not when she’s sitting in the room, when all I can think about is her smile, the way she makes everything feel light and easy.

The host presses on, asking if there’s any truth to the rumors, and suddenly I feel everything I’ve been holding inside come rushing to the surface. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but then the words come tumbling out—unfiltered.

"I—" I pause, swallowing, my heart beating too fast. "I don’t know how to explain it... But, yeah, we have something special. I think anyone who’s watched us together can see it. She’s... she’s the kind of person that makes everything better. She’s been my support, my best friend, and, yeah, I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for a while now."

The room is still silent for a beat, and I can feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. It’s the kind of silence that feels like it might stretch forever. I glance towards the camera, then back at the host, trying to collect myself. But then I see her face in my mind—Y/N’s. The way she’s always been there for me, not just on set, but in every small moment. The late-night talks, the quiet moments when no one’s watching, when we can just be ourselves.

But then I see it. See her. Y/N, watching from backstage on a monitor, her eyes wide and bright, her lips curving into a smile. I can practically hear her laugh, that soft, sweet laugh I’ve come to adore, and I don’t know how to stop the rush of emotions that flood my chest.

She’s the reason I’m here, the reason I can’t stop smiling no matter how crazy this all gets. The fans might have known before I did, but now, there's no hiding it anymore.

And then the host smiles, breaking the tension, her voice soft but knowing. "That’s beautiful, Austin. And I think we can all see it—the chemistry between you two is undeniable."

My breath catches. She’s not wrong. The way we laugh together, the way we finish each other’s sentences. It’s like we’ve known each other for years, and yet it feels so new, so fresh. I catch myself grinning at the thought of her, wishing she were here right now, maybe sitting right next to me.

“I think I’ve said enough,” I say, my voice softer now. "But the truth is, I’m lucky to have her in my life. I never expected this to happen, but I wouldn’t change it for the world."

There’s a pause, and I see the host nodding, clearly understanding what I mean. The camera zooms in just a bit closer, as if trying to capture every word I’ve said, but for some reason, it doesn’t matter. All I can think about is her.

And then the show moves on, as it always does. But as the lights dim and the interview wraps up, I know one thing for sure: this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

And when I see Y/N later, when she steps into the room with that familiar smile, the one that always makes my heart skip, I know she feels it too. No more hiding, no more pretending. The world might’ve just found out, but we’ve been living this truth for a while now, and nothing else matters.

I’m in love with her. And it’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sharks

Meadema x Child!Reader

Summary: Viv comes to your house and you tell her about sharks

Viv's been at your house more often now.

It's a little strange.

Viv never used to come to the house by herself.

Always with your aunties and the other Arsenal girls.

Never alone.

But now, she's always at the house by herself. She comes home with Mummy from training and they sometimes have sleepovers in Mummy's Big Bed. Sometimes, she cooks you breakfast in the morning or helps pick you up from nursery.

It's weird.

The only person that's been around this much is Daan but she's gone now. It's not that Viv's taking her place but it's just a little weird to have someone around all the time again.

"Mummy!" You call," Need help, please!"

You're trying to get your favourite crayon set out but it's trapped by all the clutter in your toy box. You tug again but can't quite seem to get it.

"Mummy!"

"Hey, liefje." It's Viv instead of Mummy and you stop to look at her.

"Where's Mummy?"

"Beth's on a phone call. Can I help?"

You think for a moment before nodding. "My crayons," You say," Can't-Can't get them."

Viv peers into your toy box, seeing the way that your crayon pack is at the very bottom. Beth warned her about this, about the fact that you had a habit of drawing on everything you could (even the walls) so your crayons had been placed at the very bottom, buried under everything so you couldn't get at them as easily.

"Here, liefje," She says, pulling them out. She hands them to you.

"Thank you, Viv," You reply. You dump them onto the coffee table with your colouring books.

You've got more than one so you look back at Viv, who doesn't quite seem to know what to do with herself now that she's left completely alone with you with no Beth to act as a buffer.

You scamper back to her side, sliding your hand against hers. "Colour with me?" You don't wait for an answer, pulling her with you to sit cross-legged at the coffee table.

You shove a colouring book at her before flicking through your other one to decide which one you want to do. It takes a little while to choose, looking between the shark and the jellyfish.

You end up choosing the shark.

"D'you know that sharks have a lot of teeth?" You ask Viv as you colour," They lose 'em a lot so they need to have a lot more to make up for it."

"Wow," Viv says as she colours too, although she's mostly just watching you," You're very smart. Do you know any more shark facts?"

"Uh-huh. Baby sharks are born with all their teeth," You change your grey crayon to silver," Mummy says it's good I wasn't born with teeth because I used to try to bite things."

"Really?" Viv sounds amused.

"Yeah but I don't anymore."

You grab green to colour in some kelp. "Baby sharks are called pups," You continue," And baby sharks don't stay with their mothers. That's sad. I want to stay with Mummy forever."

"You're very smart," Viv says again.

"Sharks are my favourite animals!" You reply before shooting to your feet. You rummage through your toy chest before returning with arms full of stuffed sharks.

You lay them all out on the table, pushing off all your crayons. You sit extremely close to Viv, closer to her than ever before.

"This is a hammerhead," You say, holding one of your toys," 'Cause their head looks like a hammer. And this is tiger shark 'cause it's got tiger stripes. And this is a whale shark. It's like a whale but it's really a shark."

"Wow."

Viv's pretty happy to sit with you and listen to your explanation of sharks. In all honesty, it's pretty impressive how much you know and you're clearly so happy to tell her so she's content to just listen.

Which is how Beth finds you both later, when she's finished her phone call.

You're practically in Viv's lap, excitedly explaining the new shark added to your collection.

"Hey, y/n," Beth says and you immediately stop talking.

"Mummy!"

You hurry to her side and hug her tight.

"Hey," She says again, a hand running over your head," Did you tell Viv all about your toys?"

"My sharks!" You nod and let Mummy pick you up, balancing you on her hip.

"Your sharks," She laughs, bouncing you slightly," Come on, Viv. Didn't you say that you knew some nice restaurant near here? Let's order dinner."

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Slowly but surely, Viv's things begin to appear in the house.

It starts small, some of her clothes and a phone charger. Next it's some of her books and then her trophies and medals. It happens so gradually that you don't even realise it happens until suddenly Viv's taking care of you on her own and never going back to her own house.

"Mummy," You say one evening as you lay on Mummy's chest while Viv does the dishes," Does Viv have a house?"

You bounce a bit from the force of Mummy's laughs. "What kind of question is that?"

You look at her. "Viv's always at our house. Does that mean she's not got a house?"

"Where have you gotten that idea?"

"You said that Daan didn't have a house anymore when she came to live with us."

Mummy sits up and you know this is going to be one of her serious talks.

"Well...Do you remember when I told you about dating?"

"When two people want to be romantic so they hang out and do stuff together."

"Yeah, that's right. Well, after people date for a bit, they move in together."

You think about that for a moment, trying to translate that into something you understand. Sharks don't do that.

"Er...Why?"

"So they can spend more time together."

Sharks don't move in with each other. Sharks don't date. It must be a human thing.

Mummy takes your silence as an invitation to continue. "And Mummy and Viv are dating so she's moving in with us."

You think about that too, finally putting together that Mummy and Daan must have dated as well but don't anymore because Mummy and Viv date now.

"Viv...lives with us?"

"She does," Mummy says," Is that okay?"

"Viv gave me a new shark," You say to Mummy instead," It's a basking shark. It's cool. Viv's cool. She can stay."

Mummy releases a long breath and affectionately rubs your cheek. "I'm glad. I like Viv a lot."

"I'm glad too," Viv says as she approaches," Otherwise I'd have to give this to some other little girl."

You don't know where she's gotten this new shark but you're very happy.

Mummy shrieks though. "Viv! That's disgusting!"

"Goblin shark!" You look between Mummy and Viv. "They're my favourite!"

It's horrifically ugly and you love it so much.

"Thank you, Viv!" You say, giving her a hug as you take it, hurrying over to what Mummy calls your 'shark shrine' to introduce your new friend to all of your old ones.

"It's so ugly, Viv," Beth complains as they both watch you play," It's going to give me nightmares."

Viv chuckles. "Just wait until you google what the real thing looks like."

[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x Fem!Reader | Chapter One

A/N: QUICK NOTE! MY BLOG IS 18+! This is just a silly idea I had, and after reading some fics here and on ao3, I wanted to post it! So, as stated this is a silly idea. While I'm writing this very seriously, it started out silly in my head. I don't know how to explain it. Also, this is my first ever creepypasta AND marble hornets fic. SO, please go easy on me. I used to be the biggest fan of both, but never wrote fics for either as I was like... 15.

Warnings: blood, reader has... a power(?), eventual smut, sorta kidnapping, the operator gets your ass, semi-brief mentions of vomit (nothing too in detail!), reader wishing for death, mentions of murder, not really proofread, me taking my own artistic liberties...

word count: 2.7k

The woods are ever expanding. You feel like you’ve been running forever. Barefoot and barely breathing. You reach a field and run towards the middle of it. Every inch of you aches and your lungs burn. Your head begins to pound. You freeze when the moonlight hits some tall silhouette standing what feels like miles away.

It’s faceless.

You want to puke. You look behind you, wondering if you could book it back out of the woods. You already saved yourself once, you do not want to need to do it again. You know you can not do it again.

As you turn to look over your shoulder you see one of the men who were chasing you earlier. A hatchet in his hand. You look to both sides of you and see a man in a mask on each side. You drop to your knees, and let out a loud scream. Maybe someone will hear you? You doubt it. Your hands go to your head and a loud whimper escapes you.

“Please,” You cry quietly. You know that thing can hear you though. “I wanna go home.”

“N–No can do.” A voice comes from behind you.

The men are closing in on you.

“You killed our target!” The masked man on your right growls out loudly.

Your eyes widen. “There is no blood on my hands!” You cry, folding into yourself. A sob racks your body.

Your brain starts to feel fuzzy. Your nails dig into your scalp and a scream rips from your throat.

Join me.

What you can only assume is the silhouette across the field is in your head. You shake violently. “No!” You scream aloud, your voice ripping through the cold, night air. You have a feeling you don’t have a choice though. You killed the target. The voice reverberates through your head. “Please!” You hope maybe one of the men will save you. Your eyes are on the dirt in front of you. A static sound is stuck in your mind.

Your hands move from your head and to the dead grass below you. You dig into the dry soil and scream again. “Stop!” You shake your head again, trying to make the noise come to an end. “Make it stop!”

There is no choice to be made. The voice booms. You yelp. You look back at the man with the hatchet and begin to plead. “Kill me…” You whisper to him. “Kill me!” You scream this time. Hoping and praying he complies. His hand twitches, and for a moment, you are sure he is listening. He stops though. He stiffens and straightens up.

“It won’t work on us.” The man on your left sounds so matter of fact. “The Operator makes sure of it.”

The Operator… That must be the thing across the field. Your eyes shoot up to him and you think about bargaining. “I won’t tell anyone about this!” You grovel. “I’ll go home and go to bed, and then wake up tomorrow like nothing happened!”

You are useful.

His only response. The sick feeling is getting worse. “Okay!” You shout at him. “Please, I’ll do it! Just… Stop! Make it stop!” You muster up all the power you can in that last sentence. Another scream rips from your throat, one sending chills down the spines of the men around you.

Most excellent.

The static grows louder momentarily, and your hands move back to your head. Your spine snaps back, your back arching and one last scream pulling from your lungs. Once the static stops, you lurch forward, vomit, and fall to your side. Your head is still pounding, and you shut your eyes. You are out almost immediately.

_-_-_-_

You wake up to rummaging around you. You do not open your eyes immediately. Your head is spinning, and you are sure any source of light will cause you pain. So, you lie there. As you begin to fully wake up, you remember everything that happened. You are most likely not in your own home.

Your eyes squint open and the movement around you gets closer. Eyes are staring back at you. His mouth is covered. You gasp and move back, a sick feeling settling in your stomach again. You are going to puke. You sit up fast, making the nausea worse. You look around the room and spot a trash can in what seems to be the kitchen. You stand up, cover your mouth, and sprint towards it. As soon as you reach it, you drop to your knees and begin to dry heave. There is nothing on your stomach.

Your eyes shut tightly and you whine. You rest your head on the side of the trash can.

“Co–come on!” A voice comes from behind you. “I’m n–not ugly!” He's frustrated.

You peek over your shoulder and realize the man is standing right behind you. “Don't look at me!” You hiss. Swatting him away to no avail, you lean back over the trash can let out another, softer whine.

“Dude!” Another man walks into the room. “Were you waiting for her to wake up, Toby?”

“Sh-shut up, Brian!”

You stand up from the trash can when you realize you aren't going to be sick, and you turn around. The look on who you only assume is Brian’s face is shocked none the less. He quickly gives you a soft smile, acting as if he did not just make a horrified expression at you. You pout at him. Your hand goes not your stomach, and you want to cry.

Then you catch it. A glimpse of your hand. It is dirty and blood is caked under your nails. Your blood. You settle in the fact you are just going to feel sick from now on. While looking down at your hands, you notice your feet are bandaged. You hear chattering in front of you but you're too focused on yourself to realize what's being said.

“Who fixed up my feet?”

“Tim.” Toby and Brian say in unison.

“I wasn't about to to–touch feet. And yours were b–bloody!” Toby announces it so matter of fact.

Tim seems to have made his way into the room, or you hope he's Tim and there are no other men hanging around. “You make it sound like you don't deal with blood regularly.”

Toby scowls. “It–it’s different!”

Tim rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” He looks at you. Saying your name. Your stomach flips. You never had said your name. “Looks like you're part of the team now–”

“The team!?” Your voice is hoarse from screaming the night before. Your mind is boggled. “I was just fucking chased down… by you three I think–” you try to shout, “–had some... thing speak into my mind, and now– Now I'm part of some fucking team?” You want to explode.

“Well, yuh–yeah.” Toby says it so matter of fact. Your fists ball. They all notice. “You accepted this.”

You can easily fly off the handle. Maybe it is best you do��� You rush Toby, ready to throttle him. You do not even get to touch him. You are intercepted immediately, and your arms are restrained. You struggle against strong arms as they wrap around your biceps and torso, keeping you from reaching Toby. Your legs kick out and you are quickly maneuvered backwards. Your back hits the wall and you let out a frustrated cry. Your wrists are held at your sides and Brian is almost on top of you.

“We do not want to hurt you.”

“You tried to kill me last night.” You hiss at him, your voice low and venomous. His grip on you tightens and you try to move your wrists. You struggle fruitlessly. “Let me go.”

You watch Brian's eye glaze over momentarily. His grip loosens and suddenly your head gets tingly. Before you get out of his grasp he tightens back up “Stop.” His voice… Your legs buckle, eyes widening for just a second.

You let out a steady breath. Your eyes lock with his, he doesn't look away. Thank God for unknowing men. Your eyes darken, pupils blown wide. “Let. Me. Go.” His hands fall to his sides and his eyes glaze over again. Suddenly, you don't feel so well. You fall back against the wall with a groan, and you grab your head.

“Your nose–” Tim says as you realize it's bleeding. “What the fuck?”

You slide down the wall and cover your nose. Blood is steadily dripping. What the fuck is right. You look up at the three men in fear.

“Hey! Do not look at us th–that way!”

“What way?” You snap back.

“Like you didn't just mind control Brian!” Tim looks concerned to say the least.

You look up at Brian with fear filled eyes. Maybe he will kill you for that outburst. After a moment of pure silence, you stand up to rush to the bathroom. They let you go. You eventually find the bathroom and shut the door tight, locking it. When you look in the mirror you want to scream. You understand why Brian seemed startled when he saw you.

Your face is dirt covered and tear stained. Blood, that is most definitely not yours, is splattered against your clothes. Which leads you to remembering what happened before you were being hunted in the middle of the woods. You outwardly cringe, a chill running down your spine at the memories. You decide to rinse your face with water and as you stand there, you realize how sore you are. You have time to process how much pain you are in. You want to cry again.

You finish rinsing your face and walk from the bathroom. You make your way back to the living area and the three men stop talking. Their voices were hushed anyway, but you pinpoint the exact moment they shut up. You are ready to go ballistic. You hold it together.

“You–You’re really pretty without all th–that dirt on y–your face.”

“Toby.” Your tone is a warning. You shut your eyes and inhale sharply. You hear someone hit Toby and then he groans. He apologizes. “I have questions for you guys.”

“We have questions for you.” Brian shifts.

“Okay,” You don’t want to answer their questions at all, “how about: I ask a question, you answer, then you ask a question, and I answer. That way all questions are answered.” The three look at each other and then nod. “Okay, first question, what the fuck happened last night?”

“You killed our target.” Tim shrugs, as if it’s obvious.

“What does that mean?” You want to scream.

“Not your turn,” Brian shushes you. “How did you do that to me?”

“Your ‘operator’ didn’t tell you?” You scoff at them. When they all seem unamused, you sigh. “I don’t know, I just… I can control people. Always have been able to, since I can remember. I mean,” You pause, eyes looking off, gathering your thoughts, “Not all people. Like, babies and animals I cannot control. Their brains are different. But! Most people are controllable.”

“Is th–that what happened last night?”

You scowl at Toby. “Not your turn,” You mimic Brian’s earlier tone. “Where’s my phone?”

Toby pulls it from his pocket and shakes at you. Like it’s some enrichment for you. You narrow your eyes. “My tuh–turn.” You can tell he’s smirking; he sounds smug. “H–How did you kill our target?”

You really do not want to answer that. Your stomach begins to growl. The sick feeling has subsided for now, and you haven’t eaten in… a while. You are starving. You place your hands on your stomach and sigh. “Is there anything to eat?” They all look at you with confusion. “I’m not avoiding the question, but if I don’t get to eat… I will be avoiding the question.” You smile at the three of them. Brian groans. He motions for you to follow him, and you do so, willingly. No questions asked.

They all make note of that.

“Here is the kitchen. Feel free to look around.” Brian sighs. You nod. “Now, answer the question.”

You open the cabinet and find some cereal. “Okay,” as you pour a bowl you answer the previous question. “What happened last night–” you grab the milk out. As you pour it into the bowl, the scent hits you. It is spoiled. You gag.

“You gotta stop doing that–” Tim scrunches his face up. “The gagging–”

“Who the hell let this spoil!?” You look at the date and reel back. “Well, I’m no longer hungry.” You get rid of cereal and notice the men are on the edge of their seats. Waiting for your answer. “Anyway,” You nervously rub your hands on the outside of your thighs. You do not want to recount the night. “I just, I’m on vacation, last night was the beginning of it–”

“Where are y–you from?”

“Not your turn, but I’ll be nice–” You shoot a look at Toby. “Here. I’m on vacation from work. Not everyone has the luxury to leave and go somewhere amazing. But I am– I was going to make the most of it!” You are growing anxious. “My ex–” You close your eyes.

“He’s the one you killed?”

You immediately snap. “I haven’t killed a single goddamn person! As I’ve said before, there is no blood on my hands.” You growl out. They sense you’re on edge. “He came to town; he moved away a while back. Moved onto greener pastures, or whatever–” You roll your eyes, “–but he wanted to pay me a visit…” Your stomach is turning. You shut your eyes gathering your thoughts and grip the hem of your sweater. “He decided to, uh–” You cut to the chase. “He had a gun. He did not come to just visit me. And apparently,” You let out a nervous laugh, “pastures are not always greener when you move away.”

Toby, Tim, and Brian are all listening. Very well.

“My turn!” You try to shift your mood. “Can I have my phone back?” You place your hand out at Toby and bat your eyelashes at him. “Please.” You are staring at him through your lashes.

Toby laughs at you. “S-sexy, but no.”

Your face drops. You ignore the ‘sexy’ part. “Did you forget I can mind control people?”

“Did you forget your nose just exploded with blood?” Brian scoffs. “You are not mind controlling any of us without consequences.”

He’s right. You sigh. “Scratch that last question, when can I get my phone back?”

“When we can trust you.” Tim is blunt.

Your eyes darken. “Fine.” You cross your arms. “Whatever, I don’t need that anyway. But–” You pause. “I will need, like, I don’t know– My fucking essentials?” You want to shout again. “Like face wash, deodorant,” You pause, humming, “tampons. Oh yeah, and clothes.” Because they really have you fucked up if they think you aren’t getting those things.

The three look at each other and then back at you. Tim is the first to speak up. “I’ll take you to get some stuff.” They are not about to let you leave alone. “You said you live in this town, right?”

“Well,” You look around you and out of a window, “I couldn’t tell you where I was right now, so I don’t know.”

Toby huffs. “We’re in m–my cabin.”

Oh, how dare I not know that, you think to yourself. “That gives me nothing to go off of. But, if we’re still in the same town, yes, I'm from here.” You deadpan. “If you get me out of these woods, I’m sure I could show you where my apartment is.”

“Hold on,” Brian speaks up. “Tim, Toby, come here.” He motions for them to follow them out, and they all motion for you to stay put. Once again, you listen. And once again, they all note how obedient you are.

You hear them mumbling. You can’t make out what Brian is saying, but he’s the most concerned it would seem. You wait patiently for them to get back to you. You look around the kitchen and examine everything. The place doesn’t look too lived in. The table is… not very used but definitely looks older. The sink only has your dirty dish in it, nothing else. This may be Toby’s place, but he or his friends definitely are not here often.

“Come on,” Tim walks back over to you, “we’re gonna go to your place.”

Thank God, you sigh. You want to shower more than anything. Getting away from whatever the fuck is going on is a close second though.

“Wait a minute,” You look down at your bandaged feet. “I don’t have shoes.”

[mollycabot]

Alex Cabot X Reader Missing

A/N Alex’s Wife is Missing and if she not found Alex is ready to end someone. ‼️Mentions of kidnapping and assault and blood SA

Alex was working a case when her phone started ringing and when she saw it was Liv she picked up,

“Hello” Alex said “Alex you need to get down here we had a report of a woman walking in the park and being attacked and dragged into the bushes by man” Olivia said.

“Why do you need me?” Alex asked as she an Ada not a detective “I don’t know how to break this to you but the woman’s wallet was left and the ID in it says Y/N Cabot, I’m so sorry Alex” Olivia said sadly.

Alex felt her world come to a stop and Alex snapped “IF YOU SCREW UP THIS I WILL RUIN ALL YOUR JOBS”.

“Alex calm down we will find her and I know how much she means to you and I won’t give up until we find her but we need you to be calm and come and help us and also try to call her so we can try and track her phone.” Olivia stated as Alex agreed and made her way to the SVU unit once she got there she immediately went to the captains office where she saw the captain Olivia and Elliot.

“Ok Alex we need you to call Y/N and see if she picks up so we can track her phone” Alex nodded and took out her phone. It’s rings for what felt like forever and then it goes straight to voicemail and alex was becoming quite aggressive with her words.

“Son of bitch” Alex said under her breath “Alex do you have any idea if Y/N had any problems with anyone? Alex took a minute to think

“yes she had problems with her ex and her friends they would harassed her on social media and then they would show up to her old apartment and harass and assaulted her but she refused to have them arrested but once I talked her into it she agreed to get a restraining order against her” Alex explained Olivia nodded and went to scan the data base for the girls information .

Alex became quite anxious and started walking up and down the squad room think about all the possible things that could happen to Y/N, "Alex you need to relax i know its hard but we will find her and worrying yourself like like this is going to make you ill" Olivia said walking back into the room and out a comforting hand on Alex's shoulder.

Olivia handed the file of information over to Elliot so she could take Alex home. once back at Alex's place Olivia and Alex sat down on the couch and Olivia said "Alex would you like me to make you a coffee or something?".

Alex said "i'm alright thank you and i'm ok to stay here please go back liv and find Y/N she my everything" Olivia nodded "alright call me if you need anything and i will update every step of the way so you won't miss anything." Olivia said as she walked out and made her way back to the station.

as liv came back she saw Elliot getting his jacket and rushing out "we got a lead" Elliot said to liv as she followed quickly behind the others and phoned Alex, "Cabot" Alex said answering the phone "Alex we got a lead on Y/N" Oliva said "ok i'm on my way" Alex said as she walked out and got into her car.

as the squad pulled up to an old abandon house "well this can't be good" Elliot said as Olivia and Elliot walked up to the door and walked in with the weapons at the ready as they walked into the building. as they walked through the different rooms with no luck on finding Y/N as the felt like hope is lost liv hears small quite whimpers coming from the basement.

liv ran down the stairs and kicked the open old wooden door, as she enter the room she looked around and saw a small mattress on the floor with a thin blanket and chains as she walked closer she saw a young women who was beaten black and blue and half naked. "Olivia" the girl said quietly "yes honey i'm here and Alex is on her way, we going to get you out of her and to the hospital" Olivia said as removed the chains and warped the girl in her coat to keep her warm and cover up herself and helped outside and into the ambulance. as Alex pulled up.

"oh baby come her" Alex said as she climbed into the ambulance and took Y/N's hand in hers.

Once they got to the hospital Alex and Olivia waited while the doctor ran the usual routine test and stuff and not long after they where allowed to see Y/N Alex wasted no time in running into the room and pulled Y/N into a hug.

“I’m glad your ok baby I was so worried about you love” Alex said and Y/N just cried eventually once Y/N had calmed down Olivia asked what happened.

“I was on my way home when my ex and her mates jumped me and beat me up and said if I didn’t go with them they would hurt Alex and I didn’t want them to so I went and then my Ex got her mates to do things to me that I didn’t want and they hurt me really bad” Y/N started to cry and Alex hugged her close.

“Shhh your alright now my love your safe it’s going to be ok I’m here and not leaving my love” Alex said gently and once Liv got the evidence and Y/N statement she went back to work to track down the group that hurt Y/N. Given the evidence and dna they where able to track down the group that hurt Y/N Olivia wasted no time arresting them and Alex had no chill trialling them in court and make sure they never hurt Y/N or anyone else again.

But she was mostly glad to have her Y/N back. It would take time to heal but Alex was going to help Y/N through this and help her get back to as normal as possible.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Can I request headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn s/o admitting that they have suicidal thoughts?

A/N: Oh, nonnie! *Hugs* This ask was perfect timing because I was struggling with suicidal ideation last week- big time. Me and the kitchen floor were very well acquainted last week. So trust me, I know it’s not easy, but please try and hang in there. These feelings and thoughts, as awful and all-consuming as they are, are still temporary. They will pass. Everything passes eventually. It can’t stay the same forever. So if it’s bad now, just know it won’t always be this way. And in the meantime, I hope these headcanons bring you some comfort. 

TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Suicide, Suicidal Ideation 

The BG3 Tiefling Boys Reacting to Their S/O Admiting They Have Suicidal Thoughts 

Dammon: 

Dammon’s taken aback when you tell him. The two of you being a couple has made him so happy, and he’s told you as much. In his enthusiasm, Dammon simply assumed you always felt the same level of elation he did. The fact that you have these sorts of thoughts is all news to him. 

He’s immediately concerned for your safety, worried that any second the thoughts may become too much to bear, and you’ll feel no other choice than to act on them. He contemplates speaking to someone older, someone wiser for advice on what he should do to be a supportive partner. He just wants to get this right. He doesn’t want to add any stress or difficulty to what you’re already going through with any of his reactions or fears. 

Dammon starts checking up on you more often, at random times throughout the day. He’ll take a break from his forging and pop his head inside to find you, wherever you are. Some days he sits with you and talks about the current projects he’s making. Other days the two of you sit in silence, sipping cool glasses of water. Dammon wants to ensure you don’t ever feel as if you’re going through this alone. He wants to show you that he’ll always be nearby, should you need him. 

Dammon will also make you random presents whenever he has a little extra time. It’s not much- a pendant here, or a broach there, a bunch of little things to remind you of him when he can’t be there. 

Dammon suggests you try writing your feelings out in a diary of sorts. And he promises not to peek- it's for your benefit only. His sketchbook helps him so much in trying to overcome a design flaw or difficulty. He thinks, perhaps, if you had more space to expand your feelings and thoughts onto paper, they wouldn't feel as oppressive in your mind.

You find his tail always wrapping around your ankle, or even your waist, when you're at his side. It’s like his tail is telling you what echoes in the subconscious of his mind: Dammon can’t lose you. He’s been through so much already. You have brought so much light and joy into his life. He couldn’t bear to let you go. 

He begs you, to please come to him if you should ever get to a point where you don’t know what else to do. He doesn’t want to lose you. You mean so much to him. Please, let him in. The two of you can weather this together. 

Essentially, Dammon becomes all the more attentive and upfront/vocal about his affection for you. He hopes to shower you in so much love, that the little voice in your head has no chance to bring you down. 

Rolan: 

Rolan is sickened, and just a teensy bit angry. Not at you, but at himself. Hearing you confess to having such thoughts makes him all the more concerned about you. But of course, being the stubborn tiefling he is, Rolan doesn’t know how to say it without sounding like a dick. 

Rolan first considers looking into a spell or enchantment that can do away with such feelings, before you explain to him that, even if that were possible, in the long run, that’s not how these things work. These kinds of things can’t be fixed by magic. And even if there was a spell that might work, it’s not the kind of thing magic should be used to interfere with. This makes Rolan more irritable about the whole thing because he’s spent so long studying, building up his skills to be a wizard. But he hasn’t spent the time working on his emotional intelligence or intimacy prowess. And now, he fears that lack of proficiency may cost him you. 

But he tries! Oh boy, does he try! He’s constantly sending either Lia or Cal to check up on you when he’s too busy to come see you himself. It becomes a bit of an inside joke between the three of you, how large that one vein in Rolan’s forehead becomes whenever Cal or Lia report back to him about you. 

Once Rolan comes to understand you didn’t tell him so he’d be responsible for keeping you under watch, but because you just wanted him to ‘get it’, he becomes much less overbearing in his instructions. Instead of ordering you to go outside for some sun, he’ll offer to take a stroll with you around Sorcerous Sundries. Rather than forcing you to eat every couple of hours, Rolan will show up in your room some night with a select baked goods he picked up from a street vendor for you to share over tea before falling asleep. 

He has difficulty talking about it most days, but he does hold your hands and tell you once, very passionately, that he cares for you, deeply, and he hates to think you were hurting all this time in silence. He asks you to please, please keep sharing your feelings with him. He knows his reactions aren’t always the most encouraging, but he swears that no matter his initial reaction, he will always be on your side. 

Deep down he does want to take care of you, he feels responsible for your well-being. It’s rather similar to how he feels responsible for providing for Lia and Cal. But with you, it’s all the more profound. There’s no point in him studying to become the greatest wizard in Baldur’s Gate if you’re not at his side. Without you, very little would seem worth it.  

Zevlor:

Zevlor is alarmed, and immediately all the more worried about your well-being. Zevlor was already anxious before about the two of you being together, thinking of himself as undeserving. He felt he was too old, too damaged, and too changed to be a man worthy of your affections. Becoming an official couple quieted most of those doubts but hearing you confess that you harbor such thoughts brings all his insecurities back to the forefront. 

Is it something he’s done? Is it something he didn’t do? Is it his fault? He’s already apologizing profusely before you can even get a word in edgewise. You are so incredible, he thinks you’re so brilliant. The fault must lie with him. 

Once you explain how it’s not anybody’s fault, neither his nor yours, Zevlor seems to settle a little. He still worries a great deal about you, probably the most out of all the tieflings, because he knows the exact desperation you’re feeling. He’s felt it before. He’s felt it a few times throughout his life actually. 

As a Hellrider, Zevlor saw a great deal of conflict. And when Elturel fell into Avernus, he was forced to endure even more. There’s so much pain and suffering in the world that when you’re stuck in the middle of it, it often seems like there’s no way out. 

Because Zevlor has felt such lows before, he also knows there isn’t always much you can do to stop it right away. Yes, you can meditate or talk your feelings out or perhaps write them down in a journal or log, but there’s no quick fix. It’s a heavy burden you must carry, even as you look out into the coming horizon. 

The one thing Zevlor knows he can do is help you carry the load. Zelvor reminds you that you are not alone in this fight. Granted, he may no longer be the paladin he once was, but that will not stop him from aiding you the best he can. He’ll pay you extra attention, and spend more quality time with you. He’ll sit with you and rub your back as you cry. And on the days it's all just too much to take, Zevlor will stay in bed with you, his tail curled around your leg, his claws scratching gently through your hair as you lay there hiding away from the world. 

If your feelings ever get worse, Zevlor might consider recommending you speak to someone who perhaps can help, more than he can help you alone. A cleric or a monk, a druid… Anyone. Zevlor knows from his fellow veterans- there are more people out there living with the exact same feelings as you. Perhaps being able to attend a group setting to talk, as he does on occasion with his former Hellriders from Elturel, would help strengthen you on your continued journey.  

Zevlor approaches the situation with much more wisdom and understanding. He works to comfort you the best he can, but he also possesses enough humility to let you grieve as needed. 

[sukunasbow]

childhood friends, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you reunite with your childhood friend, only for him to underestimate your value in the current state of the world.

warnings: fem!reader, surgeon!reader, typical twd violence, and not proof read atm.

notes: request from anon! i put a small twist on this request so i hope you enjoy! also i really need to start proof reading my work right away cause i feel like there might be tons of little embarrassing mistakes i haven’t noticed so let me know if that’s a common thing on all my ‘not yet proof read’ fics because if so i’m going to go back and fix them, ty bbies!

One thing Daryl Dixon still remembers about his life before the dead started walking, is his childhood best friend. The girl that he always went to when he was upset, the girl that always knew how to cheer him up, and that same girl that eventually moved away before the two of them started high school, leaving him heartbroken as her and her family drove off to go live in a small community far away from him, not looking back.

Whenever the memories of that girl cloud his mind, he feels pathetic, quickly reminding himself that she’s probably a walker now, having absolutely no memory of him or her own childhood.

However, the one possibility that sounded insane to him, happens to be the reality. That girl is you, who’s younger self hated her parents for ripping her away from everything and everyone she’s known since birth to move to Alexandria, but now is extremely grateful for them, as she has a safe place to stay in during the world going to shit.

“(Y/N).” A loud voice calls you from outside your house, causing you to walk downstairs and open the door. “Deanna, what’s up? It’s like three in the morning.” You sigh, leaning on the door frame, wearing fluffy slippers and a pair of shorts with a tank top. “We have a group that just arrived, some of them need medical attention and check ups.” The older lady explains, bring your attention to the group of people standing in the middle of the road with Aaron. “Alright, one second.” You nod, grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack and quickly putting it on, then following Deanna towards the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is (Y/N) (L/N), she’s our nurse and she’s going to do routine check ups on everyone.” The leader of your community explains to the new residents, causing everyone to turn to face you. “Um, I’m gonna check the children first.” You say, a warm smile on your face, hoping to relieve the tension between everyone. “(Y/N)?” Someone says, causing your eyes to follow their voice, being greeted by the sight of someone you recognize. “Daryl?” You gasp. His eyes are wide as you run up to him and hug him, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! I didn’t even know if you were…” You don’t finish your sentence, assuming he knows what you were going to say. “Yeah, same.” He breathes out, warming up to the hug and wrapping his arms around you. “You know her?” Another man cuts in, causing you to pull away from Daryl. “She was my friend way back, before high school.” He explains to the other man, “Sorry, who are you?” You ask. “Rick, Rick Grimes.” The man, who you now know as Rick, hesitantly replies. “Oh, nice to meet you. These are your children, yes?” You glance at the young girl he’s holding and the older boy that’s next to him. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay, Do you mind if I take them to the infirmary and check for bites or injuries? It’s a typical procedure here.” You explain. He doesn’t respond. “You can of course come with us.” You add, hoping it convinced him, “Yeah, sure.” He agrees this time. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You softly smile at Daryl before turning around, “Come with me, please.” You instruct Rick and his family. “(Y/N), let me know if there’s any issues.” Deanna stops you before you start walking, a concerned look in her eyes. You raise an eyebrow, slightly confused at her worried state, “Of course.” You continue walking.

“Okay, Daryl, your turn.” You walk out of the infirmary room, gesturing to the man that’s sitting on the porch of the building, waiting for the other member’s of his group do get done with their checkups. “Mk.” He gets up, following you back into the room, closing the door behind him. “So, just sit here.” You tap on the chair in the middle of the room, “I’m basically just asking you questions about how you feel and checking your temperature, things like that.” You say your usually ‘speech’, something you usually do in hopes of comforting new group members. “Alright.” He sits down, watching as you shuffle around the room, grabbing a pen and clipboard off of one of the counters. “First question, do you have any bites or scratches?” You ask him. “That’s a stupid question. That’s why these people got you askin’?” He scoffs. You bluntly stare at him, “It’s procedure.” The man shakes his head, “Naw.” You check the ‘no’ box on the paperwork. “Okay, common symptoms of being turned include a fever, so I’m going to check your temperature now.” You plsce your clipboard to the side, getting off of the small stool and walking towards a cabinet filled with medical equipment. “Ya even a real nurse?” Daryl asks. “I went to university, then graduated, then became a top surgeon, so yeah, I have most of the skills to help people.” You roll your eyes, turning around and sitting back down on the stool in front of him. “Ahh, big shot.” He hums as you check his temperature. “No fever, you’re hopefully, not infected.” You sarcastically smile. “Now, you and your friend Rick are coming on a supply run with me tomorrow morning, so go get some sleep.” You stand up and gesture for him to leave the infirmary. “Your coming on a supply run? I don’t think you should, it’s dangerous.” He gives you a weird look. “I think I can handle it.” You laugh his comment off. “Based off the rest of these people, y’all don’t stand a chance if these walks come down, not without my group.” He adds. “I can handle myself. Some of the other residents might not have as much skill as your group, but I assure you, I got just as much experience as you. I’ll be a great addition to the supply runs. Anyways, I usually do them, at least before you guys got here.” You glare at him, roughly closing the medical cabinet. He doesn’t say anything, worry and doubt in his mind as he leaves the room, shutting the door and leaving you alone to clean up.

“Morning.” You walk up to the two men that are standing just outside of the gate, talking to each other in low whispers.“Good morning.” Rick turns around when he hears your voice. You nod, not bothering to make any more conversation, considering your last conversation involved Daryl undermining your capability of navigating the state of the world outside of Alexandria. “Close the gates.” You yell back to the lady on watch, you think her name’s Rosita. “Got it.” She starts closing the gate as the three of you walk away from the safe haven, heading towards a nearby town.

“We need more baby food, for, uh, Judith.” You mumble, reading the list on the small crumpled paper you’re holding. “Daryl.” Rick’s panicked voice sends shivers down you spine, causing you to look up with a concerned look on your face, greeted by the sight of a small group of walkers inching closer to you and the two men. “Shit.” You huff. The three of you quickly get your knives ready, moving away from each other and towards the walkers. While Rick and Daryl deal with the rest of the dead, you deal with about five of your own. Plunging your knife into each of their skulls, you quickly kill all of them, leaving blood splatters all over your clothes. “Am I capable of going on supply runs, now?” You turn to face Daryl, opening your mouth to continue, but quickly running towards him when you notice a walker push him over and fall on top of his body. “Rick!” You call the other man’s name, who just finished dealing with another walker, to get his attention. He turns around and is quick to follow you towards the other man. However, you get there before him, standing over the Walker and jamming your knife into the back of it’s head. Letting out a tired sigh, you wipe some more blood off of your forehead, then shoving the body of the walker off of Daryl. “Thanks.” He manages to breathe out. “Mhm.” You nod. You know it’s stubborn to still be pissed about what he said to you when he almost got eaten alive, but considering you saved his life despite his lack of faith in your survival skills, it felt too ironic.

Walking up and down the aisles of the small and abandoned grocery store, Daryl follows you around like a small puppy. “Why are you following me around? Go follow Rick.” You shake your head, tossing another box of old pasta into your bag. “Rick’s in the other store, I wanted to shop in this store.” Daryl scratches the back of his neck, attempting to create an excuse to walk with you, or really, follow behind you. “Sure.” You roll your eyes. “Hold this.” You abruptly stop and pass your bag to Daryl, the man taking it from you and watching as you stand up on your toes to reach a different box of pasta that’s on the highest shelf. “Here.” You drop the pasta box down, Daryl managing to catch it with your bag. Standing back down, you take the bag back from him, before moving to walk down the next aisle. “I’m sorry, alright? I know you’re capable of handling yourself, I just hadn’t seen you in so long and all those other residents have barely even seen the outside world since moving to that place.” He huffs, grabbing your arm before you can continue to sulk around the store. “I haven’t seen you in, I don’t even know how long at this point, and one of the first real conversations we had, involved you making a snap judgement and regarding me as useless aside from being a nurse.” You look at him, your tone harsh. “I’m sorry, how many times I gotta say it?” Daryl scoffs. “I want you to admit that you were wrong.” You cross your arms, holding them up your chest, your mouth pressed into a firm line. “Fine.” He pauses, “I was wrong, you’re not useless, I never even meant to say that.” He continues. His voice is low like usual, but his facial expression tells a different story, a soft look in his eyes with a small but genuine smile forming. “You’re forgiven.” You hold yourself back from smiling, “I guess.” You shrug. “You’re more stubborn than me, huh?” He laughs. “Always been that way, remember when I didn’t talk to you for a full day because you took my ice cream?” You playfully bump his arm with your arm, “Oh, I remember.” He says.

Daryl never thought he’d see you again, but now that he’s standing right in front of you, the two of you laughing and making jokes, he can start to feel those certain butterflies he felt in his stomach from when he was younger. The butterflies that only showed up whenever he was near you.

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 12

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for this.

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Angst (!!!), murder, blood, guns, violence, death.

(I PROMISE EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY! You've just gotta trust me.)

Word Count: 2,724

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He can’t take the silence any longer. You should have been home hours ago.

All his texts go unanswered and his calls go straight to voicemail. You’ve had late nights at the HYDRA base, but never this late – never an early morning kind of late.

He knows you’re capable. Knows that you’re one of the strongest people, the best agent, the best everything, but something doesn’t feel right. He can’t feel you. He knows that’s stupid – that he isn’t psychic or empathic or whatever he’d need to be to feel someone’s presence when they’re not in the room with him, but he’s always felt you. 

He can feel you down in his bones, his body unable to forget your voice, your laugh, your smell, your body beside, on, under his own. There’s no one in this universe that he knows better, that knows him better, than anyone else. 

Used to know. Until he fucked it up. Until he fucked everything up and drove you away. Drove you so far away that you weren’t even on the same continent for months, that you never picked up the phone and called him, that you didn’t send any silly texts at 2 am like you used to. He was too embarrassed and ashamed of his reaction to contact you first. He thought it’d be too impersonal to apologize over the phone and admit how scared he was when you confessed to loving him and how sorry he is for what he did afterwards.

That’s why he sent Steve and Sam to bring you home: so that he could see you again and explain himself to you and hopefully confess that, yes of course he loves you too. He was so nervous as he watched the quinjet approach, worried that you wouldn’t like his outfit, or the stubble on his jaw, or his new haircut that he got for you because he remembered how often you’d run your fingers through it and comment on how hot you thought shorter hair would look on him.

But then he cornered you in that hallway. Felt his heart break as you told him that you got over him, that you didn’t love him anymore and never did in any meaningful way. You assured him that you could be friends again if that’s what he wanted.

Of course that’s what he wanted. Of course he wanted to be friends. But he also wanted everything else – what you had before that night at the movies and what you could have had after. He wanted the date nights, and forehead kisses, and hand holding. He wanted the quick fucks, and makeout sessions, and love-making. He wanted all of it with you.

He still does. 

But you don’t.

He will forever regret the words he said to you that drove you away and dissolved the love that you felt for him. He will never forgive himself for taking away your future together. And after that disastrous conversation with you about Petre, he feels like he’s gone right back to square one. He doesn’t know what to do with his emotions and can’t express himself properly to save his life.

He knows what you said, knows the meaning behind the individual words you spoke to him last night: that you and Petre are not together in any way. But Bucky knows that isn’t what Petre wants – knows that Petre wants you in a way that Bucky used to have you, that Bucky could have had you, and more. Because Bucky sees the way that Petre looks at you, the way his eyes follow you around the room as you say hello and chat with his family when they’re around.

Knows that Petre has already asked his mother if she knew of anything else about you before he moved forward with a proposal, if there was somewhere specific he should do it, what else to bring besides his grandmother’s ring. Petre had been across the room with Tessa during this conversation, but Bucky’s serum-enhanced hearing picked it up and he knew that Petre was head-over-heels for you because how could he not be?

He’ll also never forgive himself if something happened to you at HYDRA. Your argument from last night has been lingering between the two of you, and he doesn’t know what to do to fix it – it’s just the actual process and action of initiating that conversation and exposing his squishy insides to you that causes his brain to shut down and his mouth to spew out stupid shit. He knows that you would never turn him away for being vulnerable, but just the way he’s acted when feelings have come up… it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and he’s sure it’s left one in yours as well. 

But you were supposed to call him at lunchtime and he would have said everything he’s been bottling up right then and there. Would have blurted it out because god damn him and his stupid mouth because every time he’s tried to bring it up, he’s fucked up and he hurt you. He doesn’t want to – can’t do that to you again. If you had just called when you said you would, it would have all been cleared up by now and you’d be home and hopefully in his arms and, and, and.

But you didn’t call. You’re not home. Bucky hasn’t apologized.

He’s already called Steve and requested backup – he’d rather be safe than sorry. Now all he’s waiting on is –

His phone that he’d left faceup on the countertop before him beeps and the screen flashes with a notification. Tony finally sent the link to track your location, letting him know where you’re at. Before his heart can even beat again, another message scrolls across the top of his screen.

That’s all Bucky needs before he races out the door, not even bothering to grab a coat before the door slams behind him. Tony’s second message burns behind Bucky’s eyes and makes it hard to think.

Hurry. Something’s not right…

***

The ATV Bucky ‘borrowed’ off one of the neighbors is perfectly capable of getting someone where they’re going, but Bucky grew frustrated with the speed as soon as he raced away with it. He’d have been happier on his souped-up motorcycle, roaring down the roads and sending gravel flying, but it’d be impractical on the freshly fallen snow and hilly terrain. 

His heart stutters in his chest every time he looks down at your tracker’s location and doesn't see it moving. There’s no way you’d be sitting idly in one spot deep in the forest, nearly 20 miles away from the HYDRA base and the house you’ve been sharing with Bucky. The home the two of you have made since arriving.

He thinks of how the two of you should be at the house now - fast asleep, maybe in the same bed if he’d found the right words to tell you what’s been going on in his head, why he was being such a asshole yesterday and how he never should have said any of the shit he did – or at least phrased it better, correctly. 

Every time Bucky remembers your fight last night, he feels the air leave his lungs and a fist form in his throat. The way your face had crumpled when he said you could be together again but then immediately shifted into a flat stare, no emotion evident when you told him that he was the reason that could never happen. Your broken voice when he tried to approach you again when he followed you home. The wrenching, muffled sobs he could hear you trying to smother across the hall as he laid there wide awake, his own tears soaking the pillow.

If Bucky could turn back time, he never would have asked you to be friends-with-benefits. His emotions were all over the place and he was still relishing his freedom, his autonomy that had been returned to him. He didn’t think he wanted any kind of committed relationship back then because he thought it would suffocate him, make him feel like he wasn’t his own person anymore, that there was someone that he had to answer to again.

He should have known that you wouldn’t have made him feel that way – that you are the exception to every rule and that you always helped build him up, never once did anything that made him feel suffocated or out of control. He’d been the one to initiate your friendship, he’d been the one that sought you out for no-strings-attached sex. You’d only ever been there for him, followed him when he needed to get away from the others, listened when he needed to talk to someone. Loved him when he didn’t want to be loved.

And what did he do with that love? He threw it away, crushed it under the sole of his boot in that alley way, let you walk away from his life when you should have worked it out together.

When he’d finally gotten his head out of his ass and realized that all the late nights, deep conversations, the comfort and warmth he felt in your presence: that was love. He didn’t recognize it at the time, but he knew that you were important to him, that you were the only one he could spend so much time with and not become overwhelmed. It took you leaving for him to realize everything that you did for him, all the support you offered. 

He spent a lot of time with his therapist after that. He used to be so angry at you and he knew it was unfair, that it wasn’t logical to be so mad at someone for falling in love, but he was. His therapist listened to his deepest, darkest, most wretched feelings about you, about himself. They helped him to realize that he wasn’t mad at you, that he was only frightened of the love you had for him and the feelings that brought up in him. He didn’t realize he found himself so unlovable and broken that he didn’t think anyone could love him like that. Could love him like you do. 

Did. Love him like you did until he ruined that love like he always knew he would, deep down. It took a lot of time and effort, but he finally understands what he feels for you. 

But now it might be too late.

Bucky is only a mile out from your location when he hears the barking of dogs and men yelling to each other. He pushes the ATV faster, dodging between trees and ducking under branches. Seconds later, Bucky sees lights bouncing off of a decrepit shack and agents wearing HYDRA uniforms scrambling around. 

He takes one hand off the handle and pulls his pistol from the waistband of his pants. He clears the treeline and jumps from the vehicle, ducking and rolling onto the ground. The ATV flies forward and knocks down one of the agents. They all turn to investigate the commotion, and Bucky starts firing.

He shoots one, two, three people off of their feet and they collapse onto the ground in pools of blood. Realizing at this point that Bucky is a threat, the others around the cabin pull their weapons out and aim for Bucky. He clears the next six with one shot each, leaving only two standing and no bullets left in his magazine. Bucky launches the empty pistol straight into one of the assailant’s temples, sending him sprawling. At the same second the pistol leaves his hand, Bucky sprints at the remaining HYDRA agent and slams his metal fist into their face, blood and bone splattering.

Grabbing the gun from this last agent, Bucky grips it in his fist and enters the building. Pivoting side to side, there’s no one immediately in his line of sight. He can see blood spatters around the room, in front of the bookshelf and desk, and a pool of it right in front of him in the archway between rooms. Bucky can hear someone just on the other side of the wall and he adjusts his hands around the gun, finger hovering over the trigger. 

Quickly rounding the open archway, Bucky finds his worst nightmare.

He sees you lying motionless on the ground, your warm, red blood steaming as it puddles around your body. A HYDRA operative stands over you, gun poised and ready. 

Without another thought, Bucky unloads the weapon. He riddles the final agent with bullet holes, ensuring that their finger will never pull the trigger on you. He doesn’t watch as they fall, instead running towards you with only one thought in his head: Please. Please be alive.

Bucky reaches your body where you lie on your side, facing away from him. He quickly rolls you onto your back and watches as your head lolls from the motion. 

“Y/N,” he calls hoarsely, placing his hands on your cheeks and patting quickly. “Y/N. Doll, wake up.” 

Your eyes remain closed and you don’t move. Heart in his throat, Bucky places his fingers on your neck.

Nothing.

“Oh god,” Bucky whines.

Nausea roils in his stomach as Bucky places his hands one over the other on your chest, fingers interlocked. He begins compressions, forcing your heart to circulate what little blood remains in your veins. He feels your ribcage creak and groan under the pressure, knowing he will break bones but hoping the effort will revive you.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. 

Bucky removes his hands from your chest and uses them to tilt your head backwards, opening up your airway. He clamps your nose shut and presses his lips over yours, forcing two breaths into your lungs. He returns immediately to chest compressions, counting up to thirty again and repeating the process.

“Come on, doll. Come back to me.”

It feels like hours that Bucky crouches over your body, working hard to manually pump your heart and keep your brain oxygenated. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been without a pulse, but he’ll do anything to give you a chance at survival.

A loud whirring sound comes from outside and Bucky can hear boots hit the ground. He panics for a second, wondering how he’s going to keep you safe while also keeping you alive, until he hears Steve’s voice.

“Buck? Y/N?!”

“In here!” Bucky yells frantically.

Multiple people come barreling into the kitchen where Bucky is administering CPR. Shock and dread wash over everyone’s faces at the sight in front of them, but Bucky doesn’t have time for them to stand around. You don’t have time.

“Help her!” he cries, lungs and muscles burning. “Please!”

Natasha tries to rush forward, but her booted leg slows her down. Steve and Sam collapse on either side of your body, Sam pushing Bucky out of the way to start his own compressions. Bucky thunks to the ground, his body exhausted from the fear and effort of the last little while.

Wanda runs in, using her powers to suspend the regeneration cradle in the air and bring it over to you. Tony and Nat help Steve and Sam lift you up off the ground and into the machine as Bucky watches your cooling blood drip, drip, drip from your body.

Wanda’s face is wet with tears as she picks the cradle back up with you inside. Using a pulse from his palm, Tony blows a hole in the kitchen wall. Scraps of paper fly off the table and land near Bucky. Wanda takes you directly outside and into the waiting quinjet, Nat and Tony running alongside her. 

A blast of cold air from the open wall slams into Bucky and chills him to his core. He looks down at himself and finds his hands and legs covered in blood. Your blood. One of the pieces of paper catches his eye as it turns red where it lays on the floor. He scoops it up gently and tries to make out what is written.

Bucky can tell instantly that it is your handwriting, but it’s nearly illegible now. He can barely make anything out, and what he can rips his heart to shreds. A wet hiccup tears out of Bucky’s throat and his hands start to quake uncontrollably as he stares at your words.

In case these are my last words,

Don’t be sad. I wish that I could  have spent the rest of my life with you. I just want you all to know that I love you. so , so much. 

“I’m too late,” he whispers. “She’s… she’s…”

Steve and Sam grab either of Bucky’s arms and drag him to his feet. 

“We’ve gotta go, pal,” Steve says. “We’ve gotta get her to Helen!” Nodding his head, Bucky allows his friends to lead him outside and onto the jet. 

He watches you lying in the cradle, not moving, the entire way home.

Part 13

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[vivyen-qwq]

Can we please talk about Knuckles history/ past?

I just saw a tick tock video, which topping was sad history and showed pictures of Movie Sonic, Tails, Knuckles (and that fanmade movie Shadow version).

That made me think.

When I was a kid, I always saw Knuckles as my favorite character because he was cool, red, and strong. But today, he is my favorite because of his sad story. And I personally think that he has the most sadest story of all Sonic characters. Allow me to explain:

1. He has no real family. His entire race died because they wanted to use the Chaos and the Master Emerald for evil stuff. They all died, and Tikal sacrificed herself to seal Chaos. So Knuckles had to grow up by himself, hunting/ finding food, without a mother or father or anyone, all by himself, alone for 16 years. I mean, yes, the little Chaos are there to keep him company, but they can't talk or take care of him much of him.

2. His feelings: He is naive and believed Eggman several times and teamed up with him, despite knowing that Eggman was evil, but still tried to see the good in him, which was all for nothing, because Eggman used him. Then we have Rouge, the flying bat thieve who is trying to get the Master Emerald. She would fight and flirt her way through to get what she wanted and now image. This boy never had someone to love him, so he doesn't really know what love is (I guess) and now imagine how it would feel to have a girl flirting with you, but not being sure if she is serious about this or just wants the Master Emerald. This makes Knuckles even more insecure than he already is because he is constantly alarmed when someone calls out Rouges' name like we saw in the Tails tube video.

3. Angel Island: Like I mentioned in the first point, Knuckles' ancestors wanted to use the power of chaos for evil stuff, so Knuckles wants to fix his ancestor's mistakes by guarding and protecting the island without any help from others. But the problem is, if he doesn't take the other's help, then he will never be free from that burden. Everyone can be on earth and go wherever they desire, but he can't. He is trapped on the island because he knows that no one except him will guard the Master Emerald without even a "thank you". A lot of people are not seeing how much Knuckles does to protect others by staying on Angel Island and protecting that Emerald.

Also, he is the only one who can communicate with the M.E. to neutralize the Chaos Emeralds' power. He will forever be bound to that big responsibility, whether he likes it or not. He is never going to be free, and he knows it. That's why he sees no real purpose in life except for having fun and doing your best (what he said in the Twitter takeover). I mean, yes, he leaves the island to watch "One Punch Man" at Cream's and Vanilas' place, but guess who will probably use that to his advantage: Eggman.

4. His friends: Sonic seems to be the only one who really cares about Knuckle's lonelynes. When they had that short, deep talk during Frontiers, Sonic said that his friends were there to support him. But in the last Twitter takeover, when it was mentioned that Knuckles had a fan, he talked very low of himself, seeing himself as a character who doesn't or shouldn't have fans. Sonic told him to be nicer to his fans, and Amy asked him about his personality, where he replied that everything sucks. It was quite obvious that Knuckles spoke very low of himself, but Tails tried to brush him off.

Why wouldn't his friends try to be more supporting, maybe saying that it wasn't really his fault? Or trying to make him see the good things in himself?

Like, Tails got into a big group hug when they were told that Tails didn't have a home back then. Or when they talk about Maria when Shadow is there, it is a sensitive topping, and they are making sure not to hurt Shadow's feelings. Or when Sonic had that dream about him saving the city and no one noticing, they gave him therapy.

But Knuckles doesn't get that treatment?

Yes, Sonic talked to him in Frontiers, but why not in the takeover? Why not get more support for him?

So yeah, that's what I've been thinking.

Knuckles sure had some character development, but it doesn't change his history or the fact that he will forever have to stay on the floating island.

I really would like it if someone stayed by his side and visited him sometimes so Knuckle could have some rest or simply would have someone to talk to for at least once in a while.

[imagineanime2022]

Illumi and Kianna's Kid

Illumi Zoldyck X Son!Reader Kianna (OC) X Illumi Zoldyck (mentioned)

Word Count: 864

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

Request: Random request but can I please ask for illumi with kianna

But how would he react to having a son with her that looks exactly like him but acts like her and has her personality

Illumi is very protective of his little family, while he still teaches his son everything that his father taught him but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t worry in his own way. Illumi never outwardly worried having been told that those kinds of behaviours were disrespectful to the person they were aimed at especially if that person was part of the Zoldyck family and had the same training as he had.

His son was slightly different from him though, he was a lot more like his mother in the way that he dealt with a problem or feeling. His son didn’t give away too much but there were small ticks that he had picked up from his mother, the initial reach to help someone before reevaluating the situation, the distance from anyone that wasn’t Kianna or himself and his little hands twisting at his trouser leg whenever he was nervous.

That was how he knew that right now his son ws not okay, he stood tall hands hidden behind his back as he looked at his Grandfather. His hands gave him away, fiddling with his sleeves Illumi stepped forward, his presence felt by his son as he did, he saw him start to relax “how is his training coming along?” Silva asked. “It’s going well.” Illumi answered “he still has not shown a nen ability but that will come with time.” “Mmm.” Silva hummed. “And Kianna, where is she?” “On a mission.” Illumi asked “her skills were better suited for the task.” “You didn’t think the boy was ready to go with her?” Silva asked. “Not yet, but it wasn’t just my choice.” Illumi answered as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder “with so many of us around we have time to properly train him before sending him out.” “Kianna does not want him out there yet?” Silva asked. “She’s reluctant without a nen ability.” Illumi answered, he had spoken to her before with everything that happened as a result of her own parents she was careful with her son, to make sure that he didn’t have the same issues that she had when he got older. “I understand that she has been through a lot but she must learn to let him stand on his own two feet, people target our family and if they ever set their site on him he will be in danger.” Silva explained. “He knows how to defend himself.” Illumi argued, he’d never felt this protective but he had noticed that he had even moved closer to his son as if someone was attempting to take his son from him already. “There are other things that we have to take into account for him.” “You can not shelter him forever.” Silva shifted in his seat “he will have to learn.” “We must go, we have to meet Kianna.” Illumi answered not really acknowledging what his father had said, steering his son to turn away from his grandfather to leave.

When they had finally left the room, Illumi was acutely aware of how quiet his son was, he hadn’t even reached over to grab at trousers leg. “What’s wrong little assassin?” He asked, nicknames were something that had wicked up from Kianna after he saw the way that your son seemed to like his personalised name. “I got you in trouble.” he said after a second. “You didn’t get me into trouble.” Illumi crouched so that he was level with his son, he didn’t really know what to say to make him feel better, he thought back to what Kianna would often do when he needed comfort. He carefully placed his hand on his shoulder. “Do you work hard when you're training?” “Yes.” The little boy nodded determination on his face. “Then you have done nothing wrong, let’s go meet mum and forget about all this, like we said before you tell us when you are ready.” Illumi easily lifted the boy off the floor as he started towards the front of the house. It was in that moment that he remembered that there was a reason that he rarely came home anymore, after his son was born his family was unbelievably pushy about his training and taking on missions but Illumi was reluctant to send him on any mission chosen by his family. He had noticed that he was very protective of his little family; it was nothing like he had ever felt for anyone else, even the protectiveness for Killua was different then this. Illumi hadn’t thought much of his younger brother or what he was doing lately but he figured that was why his parents were so interested in his son, Killua had likely stopped contacting them again but that was none of his business anymore. As he looked down at his son resting his head on his shoulder he decided that he probably wouldn’t be back for a little while, he wanted his son o be happy, something he couldn’t ever remember being before meeting his new family and he was sure that it was his parents fault, he wouldn’t let them ruin his son the way they ruined him and his brothers.

Request Here!!

[lfghughes]

Sad fic with Jack using Breathe by Lauv? Apparently I want to hurt my own feelings with this request

a/n: the way i want to cry so much right now. don't worry you're not the only one who enjoys hurting their own feelings.

Things had been off for a while and Jack just didn’t know how to bring it up. He had figured the feeling would go away but instead it only felt heavier each week. He knew she had noticed and the fact that she noticed and still tried her best every day to make him feel better only hurt more. She didn’t deserve any of this and yet she put up with it every day. Jack stirred in the bed, partly not wanting to get up but he knew he had things he needed to get done today.

Next to him he felt his girlfriend stir and when she realized he was awake she scooted closer in the bed. His arms went around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Good morning.” He whispered into her hair. If he could stay like this forever he would. This was the girl who taught him how to love, who was his everything, yet right now he had never felt emptier in life and he didn’t know how to even begin explaining that.

She always noticed everything and lately she had been walking on eggshells around him and he felt like he was doing the same so they could avoid the conversation that was needed to be had. “Is everything okay?” She whispered, a tone of caution in her voice. It’s not a question she wanted to ask because if anything she was terrified of the answer. Things weren’t okay, that had become obvious. “Everything is fine.” He promised, hating himself more for lying. “I have to get some things done today but I’ll see you at the game later. You can take my car, I’ll ride with Dawson and then after I’ll ride home with you.”

The rest of the day went by fine except as more of the day passed the more Jack knew he needed to do something or say something. They couldn’t keep living the way they were. His mind was so unfocused on everything that he could barely concentrate at the game too. They won but he didn’t feel like he put up a good performance and he was sure the critics would have plenty to say on social media later about him. But right now he didn’t even care what was said about him. “I’ll meet you at the car.” He quickly texted his girlfriend.

After he got done in the locker room, he made his way out to the parking lot and slid into the drivers side of his car. He turned slightly in the car and a small painful sigh fell from his mouth. “Jack, please don’t.” The minute the words came out of her mouth Jack could feel his heart shatter. Of course she knew what was coming, she always knew what he felt and what he was thinking. He had to look away because he couldn’t see the river that was growing in her eyes. Placing his head into his hands he tried his best to hold back his own tears.

“I’m so sorry.” The words were painful to say and he meant every bit of them but sorry wasn’t going to fix this pain in either of them. “I just…I need room to breathe and really think. You deserve so much better than this and than me.” This time he looked up, knowing it would hurt to look at her but she deserved at least someone who could look her in the face while saying this. “Jack, I want you.” At her words he shook his head.

“For right now I think this is what we have to do. Maybe one day if I figure myself out we can try again but right now I really just need to breathe.” He hated himself, he hated himself too much right now but he needed this, they needed this and maybe one day they’d come back together and be even better. “I’m going to drive you back to our place, don’t worry about moving out. The place is yours for as long as you want it. I’ll stay with Luke for a bit.”

The drive back home was miserable, Jack wanted nothing more than to comfort her as she cried in the passenger seat but there was nothing he could do. Once they were back home, he went inside to grab a few things he would need for the night. “Please don’t leave.” She begged, tears still flowing from her eyes as he froze at the door. “Baby..” He walked over, knowing this wouldn’t make it better. His hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her forward until she hit his chest. “I love you okay, everything I ever said to you was true and everything we felt for each other was real. I just need to figure myself out.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and before he could convince himself otherwise he walked out of their place.

[skankhunt4727]

Intertwined with Indifference [hcs]

Hey it's me again! I haven't been able to post in a while because of school stuff and I was gonna post this week but then I found out Tomodachi Life 2 is coming out so I was busy obsessing over that lol. Anywho, this was a request from one of you I don't know who but thank yhu i've been wanting to write this for a while<3. So let's cut to the chase, Mysterion x AFAB Y/N teammate headcanons! (Freedom Pals like in SPTFBW btw)

WARNINGS: SFW part and NSFW parts so look out for that if you get uncomfortable, Fingering, Masturbation, Oral receiving/giving, and underaged drug use...

Intertwined with Indifference...

[SFW]

+ I don't know why but I just love imagining all the little super hero characters to just sneak out at night to continue with their quote unquote double lives.

+ So using that idea, Mysterion would definitely wait outside your house as you try to hurry out without your parents realising you're gone so that you can both go out and "watch over the city" together

+ "Hurry up, do you know how hard it is to try to look mysterious while just standing out here?" Like in that one scene in SPTFBW lol iykyk

+ I know a lot of people would say in their headcanons that he's overprotective and possessive blah blah blah but me personally, he's not really like that let me explain

+ I mean like, he would get worried about you at times and knows you're capable on your own, but if he ever sees that you're in a situation, he'll get involved.

+ Mysterion has to keep up the facade of cool aloofness, what would he be without it? So when you two are around the rest of the Freedom Pals, he doesn't say much or do much. But when it's just you two and he knows that nobody else is in the area, he leaves his gaurd down

+ Gets cold but will never admit it. Hell, this guy will even take off his cloak (idk cloak ig? whatever it's called) to try and prove his point

+ Butttttt, if he sees that you're cold, he'll wrap you in his cloak. Then things start to get romantical ;] (PLEASE SOMEONE GET THE REFERENCE)

+ Acts cold and sometimes even distant, towards you sometimes too. There's some rough patches every now and then

+ We know he canonically carries fire crackers with him, so my headcanon is that he would give you some to carry just incase

+ Speaking of carrying stuff, he would probably carry like a dagger or something and he would give you one because, again, JUST IN CASE.

+ You two would listen to music together on calm nights

+ He introduced you to Mr. Possey, IYKYK (It's just his dumb pet opossum from Phone Destroyer and that one power move line he has in TFBW if you didn't know)

+ You two just watch over the town on random rooftops, sometimes you push Kenny off the ledge. But it's fine, he'll be back.

+ I've seen headcanons where people would say he lets you sleep on him during patrol. I can see that too but I imagine he would wake you up and scold you for not taking patrol seriously

+ Turns red blushed like crazyyyyy, okay tomatoe.

+ Sometimes carries you around bridal style

+ He always walks in first only to trip over his cloak

Okay guys, I think that's all for the SFW stuff. I kinda had barely any ideas for this suprisingly but anyways, let's move onto the NSFW part. BTW aged up around let's say 16? Yeah it's South park anyways, let's go with 16 for this one. Anyways, leave now or forever hold your peace let's goooo

[NSFW]

+ You two caught some drug dealer. Took their products as "evidence", and then you two smoked that leaf together on a rooftop

+ Whenever the town has nothing going on, you two start exploring around. And I'm not talking about the town being explored

+ Sloppiest dirtiest head ever, I'm talking licking base to head, swallow/gargle, gagging, spit as lube, gripping the hilt, and while he's over here trying to keep quiet

+ He'll bend you over on those little fence walls on rooftops and fuck you there while his hand goes around to play with your clit and tits

+ Loves giving and recieving oral, have we learned anything from the back of TGI Fridays hello??

+ He lets you cockwarm him on the rooftops too

+ GMW, Groans. Moans. and Whimpers.

+ "Mhm- Fuck...Just like that yeah, good..."

+ Rubs your thighs while you two sit together

+ Fingers you while he has you in his lap

+ Leaves hickeys

So yeah, idk what else to say so bye Southparkateers!!! I might make this into another series btw. Also I'll be working on SPSCI AU but please, SEND REQUESTSSSSS!!!!! Also thank you to the person who sent this req!

[sphaxcca]

My Candy Love New Gen Ep. 3 Review

Okaaaaaay so since this is my first post on here: Hi there! guess who's gonna give her unasked opinion about her Playthrough of My Candy Love New Gen? ME! ofc.

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT...

So i've finished playing the episode and honestly i'm starting to wonder how the plot is gonna develop during the story.

Until now ce can't really say that the story is growing but, I mean, it's completely fine because these are the first episode so it's pretty normal that there's basically nothing but just a presentation of the character and a little peak of their routes.

The episode was pretty chill and cute for some point of view, but my only doubt is about the speed of the storytelling, i really hope that with new episode the story's gonna grow in speed or in lenght of episodes because, for how is it now, it's gonna take forever to make a real "change" in the plot (especially for Jason's route candies like me) The idea of the welcome party was EXTREMELY cute also the "preparation" part was okay;

Amanda not partecipating at the party because Candy didn't choose the park had me turn up my nose honestly, but by the way she reacted the all time, i could have guessed it. She gives me a little bit of snooty vibes but i guess it's just the shell of the character.

ELENDA. oh my ELENDA. I hope with my whole heart that she's gonna be the new Rosalya because i need it. I genueine need a ray of sunshine like her in my candy's life when she's gonna sleep with the rival agency's boss :PPPPPP (The truth or dare part XD had me DEAD, i mean come on guys, you're almost 30 and you need a TRUTH or DARE game to break the ice? LMAO. )

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE CHARACTERS.

ROY. Can someone explain to me? Please don't tell me that the dare that he should have done was to kiss Candy and, because is dating Brune, he turned candy's head to kiss her on the check. Please don't tell me or imma GASP. At first i thought he was going to be the gym bro not interested in any dating or in date many girls at the same time, BUT THIS. BRUH unexpected. So i guess Candy in thi s case have to be Eric 2.0 of new gen. Love it. Let's sleep with another taken man!

DEVON. So I Honestly don't know what to say about him for now because i can't really say what's gonna be the issue with him. I Just really hope is not gonna be like Hyun route ( a full of nothing) because the character seems really cute, so please beemoov give us some tea or a plot twist. Something that happened in the episode that made me actually turn my head the screen was Candy saying (if you go to him at the Mall) "It seems that he doesn't want to be the Ceo" Maybe this is going to be the route?

THOMAS. I honestly love him and i feel like his entire route is gonna be Candy tries to make him understand what is to date someone. I also have a feeling (which would make totally sense) that Thomas is either authistic or he's part of that percentual of the populations that has an IQ higher that the others. L O V E I T TBH and it's a shame that i hvae to play two time the episodes because the outfit it's not the same for jason's route.

AMANDA Snooty on the outside but a marshmallow on the inside, i'm so sure of this. My guess here is that, girl's rich ass didn't say anything to her family that she likes girls. I just really hope is not the sme thing that happened with Priya because players dont wanna play things two times.

JASON. At last but not least, the enemies to lovers we didn't know we needed. what can I say? I have a huge love for Men who are so incure of themselfs that they put up this gigantic EGO (and not Confidence) to try to hide their real self. This going to be and Astarion (Bg3) route 2.0, I'M HERE FOR IT. Btw i'm pretty sure he seduced Danica to make her leave Devenementiel, this B, love him. At least he's not taken Candies....

what do you think? <3

-Sph

[moonlilymusings]

warnings: !MDNI! fem!reader, no nsfw, reader is a virgin i guess from how i wrote her can you tell i grew up with no sensual experience?? not too much happens. also!! cute heart border cause im using the computer smirk wc: 1083 this is the fourth part to the little fic i wrote in 22… mostly posting here to archive it but i was very proud of myself at the time. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

The sound of the front door opening is what woke you up. Shooting up, your groggy eyes searched the room for the intruder while Kunikuzushi snored away on the opposite end of the couch, by your feet.

Booted footsteps sounded through the room and you quickly rubbed your eyes, nudging the boy by your feet in an attempt to wake him up, but all he did was shove you and turn over. You opened your eyes and were met with two blue ones peering down at you from above. Ajax grinned at you. Your puffy from sleep face was something he'd never get enough of, not to mention how red and delirious you look. His fingers acted on their own, tilting your chin up enough for him to graze his lips against the corner of your mouth. His name quietly escaped you.

"Morning, girlie," he said as he planted a rough kiss against your sleep warm cheek. "Feels like forever since I've seen you."

"How did you get in?" Your hands felt for something to hold on to, desperately trying to ground yourself after the scare of his sudden appearance.

"Door was unlocked. Were you not expecting me?"

Your eyes widened at the realization it had been unlocked the entire night. "You didn't lock the door last night!?" You woke up Kuniku with a pillow directly to the head. His fists were balled as he jerked awake, swinging wildly. Ajax wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you over the couch before the other man punched you in his surprise, merely laughing as he set you gently on your feet.

"Probably should've stopped you before you did that. He's a fighter."

Kunikuzushi blinked at the two of you before laying back down and flipping until he faced away from you both.

"So, how was your night?" Ajax asked as he directed you towards the kitchen. He was wearing different clothes today, a black turtle neck and dress pants, paired with boots that you'd seen lying around his apartment. He looked as if he had thrown together the first thing he could.

"It was good," You lied. "We played go fish."

He opened your fridge and took out a carton of eggs and milk, before turning to you, smiling. "That was a lie. What happened?"

He stared at you until you finally broke. You explained everything. The princess book, the creepy train men, your keys disappearing, Regrator being overly friendly and then Kuniku showing up magically with your keys. You were breathless by the end of it.

Ajax pushed the eggs around the pan as he listened, nodding along.

"How did you know I left my keys at the office?" You asked, watching him methodically stir the raw eggs.

He spared you a nervous glance before inhaling deeply. "I didn't. When you got on the train, I saw someone dip their hand in your purse right before the doors shut." He turned to pour the cooked eggs into three different bowls. "I followed him, got them back and then sent Kunikuzuhi to get them back to you and bribed him to stay the night since I couldn't."

"Ajax-"

"I know." He handed you your bowl. "I want to move you somewhere safer. Away from from Regrator and closer to me."

"I'm scared, Ajax. Why is this happening? Why do so many people want to hurt you?" You gripped his arms to finally capture his full attention.

"Because he's a self important bastard that lives with a giant target on his back," Kunikuzushi said as he wandered over and took a bowl of eggs from the counter.

"Please let me move you." Ajax said, taking back your attention. "I'll have it guarded all the time and I'll even-"

Your hands trembled as you held him, amidst his own thoughts of how he how could keep you as safe as possible, he failed to notice how your eyes watered and voice shook as you recounted what happened last night. But as he looked at you now, he saw your desperate expression, begging for comfort. Begging to know that you were safe with him and he finally realized.

He finally realized that this was not a normal day for you. He realized that he was actively putting you in danger with every second he spent in your presence and that no matter how much he's infatuated with you, he can't keep you in this lifestyle.

Ajax closed his eyes and sighed. "Let's go on a date to get your mind off things for a while, yeah?"

~

Even though he said this excursion was to distract you from the constant feeling of watchful eyes, what was really distracting you from it was Ajax's nervous behavior. His presence by your side was constant and protective. Anytime anyone even looked at you, his arm would find its place around your waist, tugging you closer.

He wanted to avoid taking you on the train again, so the two of you took to the sidewalk and boarded the bus. On the ride to the mall, the two of you hid away in the corner as he called the office to let them know you wouldn't be coming in today.

"Have you ever been on the bus?" He asked as you observed the people standing and sitting around. You shook your head and he laughed as you wrinkled your nose at someone smashing their chewing gum against the seat in front of them.

"So, plan is I'm going to take you to a bunch of my favorite shops and you are required to choose an item or a set from each. No buts allowed!"

You opened your mouth to argue but he placed a finger against your lips and grinned. "Let me spoil my princess, alright?"

And so you were dragged to a shoe store first. It was a shop you were familiar with, and you had been inside to admire the expensive footwear but you'd never bought anything due to some of the stock costing a month's rent. You made a bee-line to the cheapest (and ugliest by admission) pumps you could find and began to walk past him towards the registers, but Ajax stopped you.

He opened the box and visibly winced at the sight of the brightly colored heels. "No way."

"Ajax! I picked them out, you have to get them."

He set them on top of a shelf that was taller than you. "I made the rules and I'm making a new one that says you have pick something you actually like."

Sighing, you gave up and went to find the pair of heels that you've had your eyes on since the day you set foot in the store. They were expensive. Ajax happily paid for them while a grimace stretched across your face. "What's wrong, girlie?"

He held your hand as the two of you left the shop and he directed you towards the next high end store. By the end of the day, your arms were filled with bags and bags of clothes. "There's one last shop," Ajax said, directing you by the waist. He stopped in front of a window filled with mannequins and it was only until you squinted that you realized it was a lingerie store. You gasped, dropping a few bags and punched Ajax in the arm, shouting his name in disbelief. He only laughed and bent down to hold the bags that you lost. "That blue one would look so beautiful on you."

You rolled your eyes. His constant teasing becoming expected at this point. "Why is that?"

There were straps that wrapped around the waist of the mannequin, lace caressed its fabric curves. You would have looked beautiful in it- anyone would. You took a step toward it, gazing at it through the window as Ajax watched you curiously. "Blue's my favorite color." Is all he said.

The two of you locked gazes and a grin slowly spread across his features. "You want it, princess?"

When you didn't answer right away, he quickly walked into the store, leaving you to stand alone outside.

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hii, I'd like a matchup for percy jackson and one piece please! (I'm using the previous person's request as a template sorry)

I’m a 5’9 girl, have brown skin, dark brown eyes, and curly/coily, brown hair. I have an athletic/rectangle-type body. I usually wear jorts/cargos and graphic tees when I feel masc. I love to wear crop tops and shorts when I feel more feminine.

im bisexual with a preference for men

im usually an extrovert on most days, especially with people I know, but sometimes I'm more introverted. i like to push myself to be a better version of me. i love adventuring, but I also enjoy relaxing a lot. i have a creative and active mind and I talk a lot. i love listening and debating on topics I enjoy.

i dislike people who are rude just to be rude/rude because they think its cool. people who give backhanded comments or gossip. i hate feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated, or just feeling tired in general.

irrational fear of heights lol. but really, im scared of not having a good future, and everything going wrong after college.

my hobbies are, reading, traveling, sports, writing, games, and baking

i love hugs and quality time with people I love, whether that be going out or just chilling at home.

what i prefer in a partner is someone who will be there for me when I struggle and feel overwhelmed. someone willing to be there for comfort, but also someone who isn't afraid of communicating their own feelings.

i think that's it, thank you!

okay so. ignore that this took even longer than it normally would.

because.

if you mention it, I might genuinely crash out

anyway.

(author's note: credits to gif owners, I do not own them. again, I literally cannot apologize enough, I am so sorry these are taking so long.)

It's shocking news. To hear that you're a demigod. The child, of a Greek myth.

Yeah right.

But, you suppose it would explain all the strange things that happened to you in your childhood. Apparently all of those myths that Mr. Brunner told you in school were real.

Because your best friend has goat hooves for feet???

He takes you to Camp Half-Blood, which your (apparently) satyr friend says is the only place safe for demigods like you. Almost everyone is shocked to meet you, especially because you're much older

He takes you to the Hermes cabin, where you'll stay until your Godly parent claims you.

And there, you meet

Travis Stoll

Now it may not be obvious at first, but let me explain.

He's one of the two head counselors for the cabin. Him and his brother personally get you situated into Camp life.

Connor finds you fun and polite enough, but it's Travis who has a crush on you.

It's like at first sight with you.

Connor and Travis have rather different types in women they like, which is why I personally see you with Travis more than Connor.

Connor likes girls who are softer. Maybe a little more "delicate". Girls who giggle at his every joke.

Travis likes his girls a little more athletic, of which there is no shortage of in Camp Half-Blood. He likes girls who are strong. Girl where he doesn't have to worry about them being hurt when he isn't around.

At first though, he doesn't even think his crush will go anywhere. He just likes to admire you from afar.

He's much too busy as a year-round Head counselor. Let alone, the replacement head counselor of a camper gone rogue.

The day his crush on you goes somewhere is when he finds you breaking down in a corner of the Hermes cabin. Your godly parent is just taking forever to claim you. You feel unwanted. Abandoned. Alone.

Now, this is nothing new to Travis. It's like a demigod's rite of passage into Camp Half-Blood.

Doesn't make it any easier to see someone else feeling the same way he did once upon a time.

He comforts you as best he can. He lets you scream and cry, or he lets you throw things around, if that's how you handle things.

And when you're done with your crying, he offers ways to get your mind off of it. Sparring, or drawing with you. Reading whatever textbooks the Big House has.

He even tells you about his own experiences with the gods. His own quests he's been on, big or small. He tells you about how his father claimed him. He isn't afraid of being vulnerable with you, even though all of his instincts are yelling at him to be paranoid.

From there, your friendship becomes something more. You find yourself looking for him whenever either of you have free time.

Since you enjoy active activities just as much as quieter ones, it's rather lucky Travis is the one who likes you. He's the same way.

He doesn't read as much, because even though all the books in Camp Half-Blood are written in Greek, he just doesn't like reading. But he'll listen to you read. He likes listening to you read aloud. Or even if you don't want to do that, he'll probably whittle away at a piece of wood while you draw.

His main love languages are quality time and acts of service after all. This is how he shows you he likes you.

It's very lucky that neither of you enjoy gossip. Travis hates rumors and all that what have you. It's a big reason why he doesn't get along with a lot of the Aphrodite kids.

His favorite dates with you are when you two go out and do something active. Preferably when you two can leave the camp. Not far, probably not even out of Manhattan.

He just wants to take you out to do something fun, that will leave memories that the two of you can cherish for a lifetime.

Honorable mentions!

Frank Zhang

You're actually pretty close to his canon romantic interest type. At least, what I'm imagining, based on your description. He also likes quieter activities, while still enjoying more physical things, too. You two would spend a lot of your time together since you enjoy many similar things. I just felt he'd be too obvious of a choice. (and also, he's from Heroes of Olympus, technically, and I didn't know if that's what you were also looking for.)

What a lovely dive into the world of Percy Jackson!

Now, it's time to move on from the world of gods and demigods, and into the world of pirates and giants.

You're sailing the Big Blue. Whether as a pirate or military, doesn't matter.

Either way, it's

Koby

He meets you by chance. Most likely while he's infiltrating a pirate's ship.

He finds you, probably being held hostage. And he rescues you.

He's enamored by you when you two first meet. He finds himself wanting to keep in touch with you after he's rescued you from the pirates, whether or not you are a pirate yourself.

He's proved before that he doesn't care about where you stand on that front. He just wants to hold your hand.

At first, he tries to get your attention by leaving you gifts. Anonymously, of course.

Training under Garp may have given him confidence in himself, but not confidence in his courting skills.

He leaves you little things like seashells he found along the beaches he came across that reminded him of you. Little flowers he came across while patrolling a town. Chocolates, if you're into those.

(He's getting all of his ideas from romance novels)

It takes him a long time to muster the courage to tell you who's leaving you those gifts.

Should you decide to accept him, I promise you that he's a great boyfriend.

He's attentive, and kind, and gives you everything that you want whenever he's able to. (His love languages are gift giving and quality time)

He makes time in his schedule for you. All of his vacation days are used up just for your dates.

He also enjoys just listening to you talk. He enjoys debating with you, just because he likes hearing your opinions and thoughts, even if sometimes he doesn't agree.

Also, he adores your style. Honestly, what someone wears isn't the first thing that catches his attention about people he's attracted to. It's their determination and their willpower that draws him in.

But he thinks you look cute in everything you choose to wear. Whether it be your crop tops and shorts, or your tanks and cargo jeans.

Really, he's just completely enamored by you.

Out of everyone, Koby is probably the most emotionally competent. At least, in the navy, he is. It's not often that you two have arguments. You understand that he does his best to make time for you, and he's very amenable to understanding you and how you work.

So when you two do get into arguments, Koby makes it a point to never raise his voice, no matter how frustrated he gets. He listens to what you have to say and is careful to change his behavior should he find you correct in what you're saying.

Relationships are a lot of work, but it's nothing he's not willing to do.

Honorable mentions!

Luffy

It's not that I thought he was obvious, although it was an obvious choice to me. It's that I think he might not be able to sit down for too long to have those long kinds of conversations that you seem to love. He's too hyper, he has to be doing something always. (and also he'd eat all your food)

I hope you enjoyed it 🥺

[cookiewriting]

Hiii 🥰🍪,

So firstly, no pressure at all to write this 💖

Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader (or GN! What you like x) -

Reader almost always teases Yelena about how she only ever cooks Mac n cheese so one night when Reader is a little late home from work, Yelena is trying her best to cook something different because she knows how busy reader as been recently and she wants to do something nice for them.

Reader comes home to the dinner table set and food waiting for them. They enjoy dinner together and reader is shocked that Yelena was able to make something other than mac n cheese. Later that night, reader gets up from the sofa to put some rubbish in the bin and discovers that dinner was actually just fancy take out and asks Yelena about it & Yelena just embarrassing explains how she was trying to cook but it just didn’t work out?

If it’s lame, you don’t have to write it 🥰💖

Mac’n cheese forever

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! reader

Warnings: Language, a tiny bit of angst if you squint. Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: This is my first official post here, my first request and my first time writing Yelena. I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m open to critics as long as they are respectful.

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To say work had been kicking your ass lately would be an understatement. You tried to keep count of how many nights you almost just stayed at the office but after a month there w as just too many. You loved your work, how else would you put on with those insane hours? You just wished you could go home earlier and spend more time with your amazing girlfriend.

Yelena had been a great help recently and her support sometimes surprised you. She never blamed you for coming home late and always made sure you had food on the table the moment you stepped foot inside the house. She was so understanding you were starting to feel guilty for all the times you had to send her the damn message.

I think I’m going to be late again. I’m really sorry Baby… Yelena: Don’t worry moya lyubov', I’ll have diner ready for you Please, no more Mac’n Cheese. I can pick up something on the way home Yelena: HEY! I can cook! I don’t always make Mac’n Cheese!

You’re right, sometimes it’s Cheese’n Mac

Yelena: This doesn’t even exist! I’ll make something good you’ll see

You chuckled while grabbing your things for the next meeting. You knew you shouldn’t tease Yelena about her cooking skills. After all she never got to learn how to make herself a real meal and later she was too busy to learn. But after almost two weeks of eating Mac’n Cheese every night, you just could help it. You actually spent most of the meeting trying to picture your girlfriend cooking with actual ingredients but after almost laughing at the image of her using the oven, you decided to focus a little more on your work.

Two hours. It took two hours for your team to figure out you wouldn’t be able to finish the project tonight. You waited a little before rushing to your car so that your boss wouldn’t think you were eager to go home, even though you were. During the 10 minutes drive to your house, you kept wondering if you should stop to buy a few snacks for the night. Deep down you knew Yelena wouldn’t let you starve and if she didn’t succeed in her attempt to cook something, she would improvise. Maybe you could negotiate a sandwich or some grilled cheese instead of her go-to meal.

As you closed the front door behind you, you could hear the sound of some TV show in the living room and someone getting busy in the kitchen. You let your bag fall on the floor, deciding this would be a future-you problem and took off your shoes. You made about two steps forwards before your girlfriend came into view. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail, she had that focused look you loved about her. Knowing she heard you coming in, you took the last steps needed to hug her. Your arms snaked around her torso, making sure not to disturb any of her movements. Your head resting on her shoulder you watched carefully as she finished dressing the two plates in front of her. “So you do know how to cook something else…” You just couldn’t resist teasing her again but in all honesty you were a bit impressed to actually see vegetables instead of macaronis.

You heard a huff and suddenly you were left holding thin air as the woman used her skills to get out of your arms. Still holding the two plates, she walked to the sofa and put them on your coffee table. You joined her as she took her first bite and gave you a falsely angry look. “Don’t sound so surprised, I told you I’ll make diner!” she waved her fork in your direction, using it to somehow make her point but making you chuckle instead. “I know Baby” you answered with a soft smile, “I just didn’t expect that much effort.”

You leaned in and gave her a kiss on her forehead, thanking her for everything she does for you. A small smile finally appeared on the blonde lips and you curled up against her, holding your plate on your knees. You were truly amazed by the work she put in making dinner tonight. Everything tasted perfect, nothing seemed burnt or under-cooked. You caught Yelena’s eyes staring at you as she tried to see if she did a good enough job. When you nodded with a full mouth, relief washed over her and she went back to eating.

You never were into small talk and neither was your girlfriend. The evening went on, dinner finished a few minutes ago and you both were now cuddling in silence. After years of living together there was no such thing as awkward silence, you just enjoyed being with each other. Well you did until you moved and knocked over the bottle of wine you’d forgotten to put away.

“Shit!”

You got up in a flash while your blonde assassin started to laugh uncontrollably. It was no surprise who the clumsy one would be in this relationship though being a highly trained spy should be considered as cheating. Using paper napkins and some tissues, you did your best to clean the spilled wine before it’d ruin the floor. Your girlfriend still laughing, you shook your head and went to throw the mess you made in the bin when you noticed something else already in it. You looked over to the sofa were you met the eyes of a suddenly serious Yelena and tilted your head. “Lena?” you asked slowly “Why is there burnt food and Florentino boxes in there?”

If someone could become invisible, you’re sure the spy would have done it in a second. Instead, she kept staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. You raised an eyebrow waiting for her answer. “I’m sorry!” Tears built up in her eyes as embarrassment and frustration took over. “I really tried to cook something but it was like the kitchen wouldn’t cooperate.” The usually fierce woman looked like a child being scolded by an adult. Sighing you closed the bin and walked back to sit in front of her.

“Why not just tell me?” You asked. “You don’t have to hide this from me love.” Yelena took your hand and began to play with your fingers, a way to distract her mind when she let herself be vulnerable. “I just didn’t want you to be disappointed,” she whispered. “I thought if I could make you something other than Mac’n Cheese you wouldn’t get tired of me.” Your mouth fell open at her last words. You never thought your teasing would get to her in that way but looking back at it you suddenly wanted to slap yourself.

“Baby? Look at me?” You waited a bit for her eyes to meet yours but when she didn’t move you gently cupped her face and made her look your way. “Hi,” you smiled “I’m not disappointed love. And I could never get tired of you. I want to spend all my life by your side baby, even if it means eating your Mac’n Cheese every night.” A smile returned on your girlfriend face as you spoke and you wiped a tear before it rolled on her cheek. “Really?” You nodded “Of course.” Her smile reached her eyes and she leaned in your touch. This was her way of saying she loves you without any words needed and you stroked her skin softly in response. “Marry me.” She asked, closing her eyes. “What?” Your own eyes widened, this evening was definitely far from what you expected a few hours ago. “Marry me?” Yelena asked again a little louder, her voice full of the same determination she had when she offered you your first coffee.

“Yes”