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Contradicting the long-held belief that they would just go off and destroy anyone who tried to mess with them, a Department of Health and Human Services report published Thursday revealed that U.S. males would be on average 4,000 percent less effective in a fight than they imagine. “Despite the typical American male’s conviction that he would viciously beat down anyone who came at him and end the whole thing with one punch, we found that in the event of an actual violent altercation, most adult men would almost certainly injure themselves far worse than any assailant,” read the 80-page report, which went on to confirm that nearly all American males would be unable to execute a single maneuver they envision themselves capable of performing, be it an uppercut, a roundhouse, or grabbing an opponent by the back of the neck and smashing his face down into the bar.

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[mikibaby94]

Brotherly Fights ✨

I enjoy the brotherly love but boy I enjoy them fighting and beating each other up in a loving and killing fashion/silly

I realized the text is small in some places I’m so sorry for that ;-;

Here’s close ups under the tags so you can see them better

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[lanwangjihouse]

[harmoonix]

If they have a gemini/virgo/scorpio/aries/capricorn mercury and they're in a fight. These people will argue until they have the last word.i swear

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[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ulquiorra Cifer (Bleach) - Oneshot

“I’ll enjoy killing you reaper.”

The hand around your throat felt final. With your zanpakuto a good distance away, you really couldn’t see how this would end in your favor. In actuality, you should have known it was an ambush. Those two previous hollows had been taken down way too easily.

All it took was one viciously charged punch to your gut and you’d been knocked down. Now with its hand squeezing against your windpipe, you just prayed that it would be over quickly.

Your vision was becoming blurry, you could feel your consciousness slipping.

“Release her.”

There was a weight to those words, and your shaky gaze moved to the source of the order. All your mind seems to process are those emotionless green eyes. The hollow turned, still holding you off the ground. All you could offer was another grunt of pain.

“You would kill your own kind to protect a reaper.”

The hollow sounded almost disgusted.

“You are not my kind.”

Your savior lifted his hand, and the beam that shot out blasted the hollow’s head clean off. Your breath hitched, because the grip loosened almost immediately and your body was falling. You didn’t even have the strength to brace for the fall. You were caught, and your gaze shifted in his direction, trying to make sense of what little your brain could process before you finally gave in.

The next time your eyes opened, you were staring at a familiar ceiling. You blinked and when you turned your head, Unohana offered a smile.

“You’re awake.”

She looked altogether pleased that you were now conscious, and you had so many questions. Like how did you get there? What happened, who was the reaper that saved you?”

“It seems Ulquiorra-san made it just in time. I’m relieved that you’re alright.” Unohana wore a gentle look and you were happy, but the sentence seemed to play over in your head and that’s why you registered who had saved you.

“U-Ulquiorra-san?”

She nodded, turning her head as she gestured to someone. When she walked away, you weren’t expecting the former Espada to be your rescuer.

“You..saved me?”

“Yes.”

His tone was blank, his expression the very same.

While the alliance with them was solidified, it was still strange. Nel was easy to adjust to, after all she had been on your side from the beginning, but Grimmjow, even Harribel, it was weird. But obviously appreciated.

Now with all the wars done, they were as much a part of the Gotei 13 as any other reaper. So it shouldn’t be crazy that he would help. It was just the fact that you knew his personality. Before that moment, you wouldn’t have thought that he cared at all for you, much less your safety.

Suddenly you’re aware of how inadequate you are as a reaper.

“I guess it should be expected, I’m weak and useless.”

You laughed, but it was only to cover up your own inadequacies.

“You are weak.”

A bead of sweat ran down the side of your head at his very calm tone.

“Geez, he could have at least lied to me.”

It shouldn’t even be a surprise.

“But you are not useless.”

That made you turn. There was still a detachment to his gaze, but he was looking right at you.

“Everything in this world has a use, I have found mine. You will find yours.”

There was a sincerity in those words, even if he couldn’t display it on his face.

In that moment, you truly felt like you would indeed find your purpose.

Maybe that’s when your perspective on him started to change. After your recovery, you were back taking missions.

Your most recent one was with Shinji. While the assignment didn’t truly require a captain, you got the feeling that he just wanted to visit the Karakura. After all, he’d spent a few decades in the town. Now in casual clothing, the first place he stopped by was at Kisuke’s. Hiyori, Orihime, Ichigo and to your surprise Ulquiorra were all there sitting around the table. Ichigo was bantering with Hiyori, Orihime was just laughing happily at their antics and Ulquiorra stayed planted, almost blending into the background.

“Hey baldy you’re back.”

The nickname earned a yell.

“Stop calling me that you loudmouth shrimp!!”

She then persisted to grab him into a chokehold. At that point you realized how obvious it was that he missed his other home. A smile made its way on your face.

“(Y/N)-san, do you mind getting some more rice cakes? The store down the street sells the best ones. Kurosaki-kun ate all the rest.”

“I-I did not!”

His cheeks were burning and you were smiling.

“Hai, I’ll grab some more.”

“I will accompany you.”

Ulquiorra’s declaration earned looks from everyone in the room but Orihime. She was still wearing a bright smile.

“Really?”

Ichigo asked.

“Yes, she is weak. She needs someone to look after her.”

Shinji laughed and you puffed your cheeks that were now flushed.

“Y-You don’t have to keep saying it.” You grumble.

Ulquiorra was unfazed and you sighed.

“Let’s just go.”

In a matter of seconds you were out the door. You knew he wasn’t intentionally trying to be hurtful, he’s just very blunt.

“You have fully recovered.”

The statement drew your attention, and your cheeks heated when you realized he was looking at you. From the stare he must have been doing so the entire time you were walking.

“I-I’m okay.”

You stammered out.

“That’s good.”

That was all he said before he turned his gaze forward. In truth, you couldn’t read him. He gave so little away. You weren’t sure if he was being nice or simply making an inquiry just for some kind of confirmation. That’s why you felt you had to ask.

“Before..you said that you found a purpose, a use, what is it?”

His eyes were still directed ahead.

“To help other souls, the way that Orihime-san has helped me.”

For just a moment, you can hear just a spec of emotion and it’s possibly the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen, because a single act of kindness seems to have changed the views of someone who felt so far gone.

It was at that point that you realized that you truly did admire not just Orihime, but also Ulquiorra. Maybe that’s why you always felt so warm whenever he would even look in your direction.

Each encounter felt different, you grew closer.

“You’re weaker than all those fourth squad members.”

A few other reapers laughed at the statement and you gritted your teeth, clenching your fist.

Getting jumped by members in the eleventh squad was never ideal. They still thought they were the best of the best, and despite your clear irritation at the three men standing in front of you laughing, they were right.

You’re weak.

That’s why they always pushed you around. All you had done was drop off some papers when you caught them messing with a reaper from squad four. Of course you intervened, but now you’re backed into a wall and you’re certain you can’t take three of them, not all at once.

One of them cracked their knuckles and you flash stepped. You knew he assumed you were running away, that’s why when you reappeared, delivering a harsh kick to his face, his friends looked startled. He was down for the count in seconds, and you dropped low, taking another one down. His body hit the floor with a harsh thud, grunting at the pain.

For a while you were sure you had the upper hand. After all, one was unconscious and the other was at least rattled. The next attack you planned to deliver didn’t land. The last one moved quicker and you were grabbed by the back of your head as he slammed your face into the concrete. He grinned, adding pressure and you yelled out in pain.

“Serves you right.”

His hand moved to the back of your robes and he flung you. You expected to hit a wall, or at the very least the roof of a building, but someone caught you, slowing you down. Your feet skidded midair to a stop and when you looked over your shoulder, those green eyes seemed like recognition enough.

“Shit!! It’s Ulquiorra, I’m out of here!!”

The reaper who had been pummeling you dashed off and his conscious friend picked up the passed out one, running just as quickly. You huffed, face and ego bruised. They stepped on you like dirt, but one look at Ulquiorra had them booking it into next week. It was irritating, the reminder of your difference in power, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him. This was the second time he’d come to your rescue.

“Your abilities would be better dispensed if you weren’t afraid to utilize your zanpakuto.”

Your brows knitted and this time you turned to him fully. It dawned on you that he must have seen a part of the fight to make such a comment.

“You saw?”

“Yes.”

Yet he hadn’t jumped right in. You weren’t sure why that made you feel a bit better. You know he thinks you're weak, but he didn’t immediately assume you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself. Despite your swollen cheek, you smiled.

“A-Arigatou!”

You couldn’t seem to wipe the happy expression off your face and he looked a bit confused.

“You are happy I let them attack you?”

“Hai!”

“Do you enjoy getting hurt?”

You just laughed, because it was funny how little he understood but still made an effort to try.

Time and time again he just seemed to be there.

His stare still the same, but his actions a reflection of someone who wanted to learn, to understand what it meant to protect, to care. After all he’d done, it felt right to treat him. That’s why you were now sitting in your quarters with a bowl of ramen placed in front of him.

“Eat up, there’s plenty!”

He just gave a nod, and you took a seat, chin in your palm as you watched him eat silently. You’ve realized for a while now that there was something underlyingly elegant about Ulquiorra. The way he spoke, carried himself, even ate. He just emits a certain type of energy.

You must have just been staring at him for a while, because he placed the chopsticks down and you blinked.

“I am done. It was delicious.”

You weren’t sure how such a monotone voice could sound so endearing.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

You took the empty bowl, heading over to your sink to clean the dish. Humming happily, you were barely paying mind to much but learning more about him. When the dish was cleaned, you placed it down, turning back to Ulquiorra who was not standing and just looking at you.

You blushed.

“I-Is something wrong?”

“No.”

You laughed a bit awkwardly, inching out of the kitchen.

“T-Then why are you staring at me?”

“Because you are beautiful.”

If you weren’t red before, you sure as hell were now. You looked away with a nervous smile.

“You really need to work on your skills Ulquiorra-san.”

He may have been oblivious about every single thing, but the one thing that’s guaranteed is that you always felt safe with him. That’s why those little meetings continued. After a mission or even a tough day, you would decompress by inviting him over and just offering a meal, or conversation.

Regardless of how battered you got or what you went through, you always felt a bit better when you saw him. Those green eyes that were still so void of emotion, they felt like everything you needed. What others were put off by drew you in. That’s why when the most recent rumor, well it felt somewhat crippling.

“Did you hear, Ulquiorra-san was injured in battle?”

For a second you staggered, and you rushed over to the group.

“Did you say he was hurt!!”

They looked a bit startled.

“Y-Yes, apparently there was an encounter with a powerful enemy in the world of the living. I heard he’s in squad four be-”

You didn’t wait for the rest, you were dashing off to squad four. Your feet were moving briskly, and the second you landed in the barracks, you were rushing through the halls, almost running into a few reapers.

“Ulquiorra!!”

Your yell echoed and you made another sharp turn. The moment you entered the room, you saw those green eyes. You didn’t even wait for him to say anything, you basically jumped into his arms. He took a step back, eyes widening slightly at the contact as you clutched unto him desperately.

“You’re okay…”

You were sobbing, and he looked down, still fairly confused.

“Why is she crying?”

He couldn’t understand.

You pulled back slowly, staring at him. For a second you were searching for injury. As you fully took in his state, you couldn’t truly see any bruises, or at the very least a wound.

“Y-You’re not hurt..?”

“No. Zaraki-san made an unsanctioned trip to the world of the living to chase after Kurosaki Ichigo. The Head Captain asked me to follow to ensure the damage was at a minimum. Unfortunately he got to Kurosaki before I arrived."

Ulquiorra stepped to the side and Ichigo’s twitching form was laying on the bed. You sweatdropped.

It just goes to show how unreliable gossip is. 

You sighed, wiping your cheeks as you sniffled. You felt like a fool making a scene for nothing. Now thoroughly embarrassed, you just turned.

“W-Well I’m glad you’re okay!”

With that you were hightailing it in the opposite direction.

It was clear that just the thought of anything happening to him would be devastating to you. Before you knew it you’d become attached, that’s why with every little meeting at your barracks you felt a little more awkward. The moment you became aware of your feelings, you felt like he had too.

“(Y/N)-san.”

“Hai!!”

You jumped, and from his expression it’s clear he wanted to know why you were acting like a skittish cat. You swallowed, looking away, playing it off with a laugh. Suddenly being in your space with him alone felt like too much. It’s not like you could stop the visits altogether. Surely he would know something is up.

Also..you didn’t really want them to stop. The more you thought about it the more flustered you became.

“W-We should probably call it a night. L-Let me see you out.”

You jumped to your feet to do just that, but your legs chose that very moment to stop working. Your legs caught with each other and you tumble right into his chest with a grunt.

His hands came down to steady you, and when you looked up, you couldn’t move, almost stopped breathing. That emerald gaze was fixated on you and every fiber in your body just froze. You weren’t sure how to react, what to say. Your eyes shook and before you could stop yourself, you were pushing up on your toes as you pressed your lips to his. His eyes grew a fraction bigger, and yours stayed shut, terrified of rejection, or worse, disgust.

After a few moments, you pulled back with a shaky breath. Your lips quivered and your heart was beating aggressively against your rib cage. Ulquiorra still seemed to be collecting himself, and when he licked his lower lip and stared down at you, the next words were the last thing you were expecting.

“Be my wife.”

Your face flamed up.

“A-AFTER JUST ONE KISS!!”

“Yes.”

You felt like you were going to overheat. You meant to say something, reason with him, but this time his head lowered and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips. Your brows knitted, and the gentle way his hands held your shoulders made you want to melt on the spot. With your eyes closed, you could hear your heart more clearly.

When he pulled you closer, you felt something thumping and it became apparent that the noise wasn’t your heart rate beating harshly, but it was his. You all but melted. He took one step, and you moaned the second you realized he’s used his flash step, pressing you to the door.

The sound echoed in the room, the noises of your desperate kisses felt near sinful. Your lips were meeting and joining with a sense of urgency. You had no idea Ulquiorra could kiss so well. You were barely keeping yourself upright.

Your fingers gripped tighter into his robes, and when he pulled back, you were fighting to regain your breath. When you looked at him, it was the first time you could see his emotions clearly. He was breathing pretty calmly for someone who had just stolen not just your oxygen, but also your heart.

“You taste sweet.”

That confession was almost too much. You wanted to say just that, but he kissed you again and you whimpered, now very aware that there was no escape.

He had too much power.

For once, you could admit that you were indeed weak.

[bigassmoonchild]

Feral

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

The first three parts give context, but aren't required for this read.

Summary: You had your problems with your squad, no different than anyone else running their first. One Alpha, Michael, gave you the most problems, dragging you from leave to punish them all. It didn't take long for him to become your biggest problem, or for Simon to try and take care of him.

Content Tags: Shouting (not w/ between Ghost & Reader), A lot of Anger, Fluff, Protective Ghost, Violence, Fighting, Ghost shows his Face, Non-Sexual Punishments, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: I woke up this morning with over 100 notifications from tumblr, and I've spent all morning trying to think of another part for Maple Syrup. As always, content is under the cut and my asks are wide open <3.

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Ghost could watch you forever. Seeing how you flit around the soldiers, taking care of each of them, barking orders at your own little squad. After being removed from missions, you were able to convince whoever would listen to give you a squad to train, a group of hopeful combat medics.

Sometimes he would find himself watching what you were doing, and he would inch himself close enough to hear what you'd be telling them. Sometimes, it was nothing short of you screaming at them, other times it might be explaining how to stitch someone up. Most times, you sat back and watched as they worked through the exercise that you had created for them.

You were still off on leave, leaving your squad under the hands of Soap and Gaz to train them further on combat situations. Ghost had spoken with them a few times, listening to them rant about the soldiers you had to deal with. Especially one Alpha, who had been demoted from a regular soldier to being entrusted with saving others.

So when Ghost got the first hint of your scent, not the stale one, his head spun to the doors. Your leave was supposed to last another 6 days, not that Ghost was counting, and worry spiked through him. Had something happened? Was everything okay with your family, or did you merely forget one of the gifts you were giving to your nieces and nephews?

When the door slammed open, your eyes gazed across the mess hall. Your brows were furrowed and Ghost could smell the anger lacing your scent, alongside the musty smell of the rain that was coming down. The room had gone silent, everyone looking over at you. Your eyes locked on your squad, body tensed.

"Get the fuck outside," you growled, staring through your squad. They hesitated and your fist slammed into the wall. "Now!" You shouted, watching as they scrambled up and moved. All but the Alpha, who moved leisurely. Your eyes didn't leave his and you pointed. "You move any slower and I'll have you dishonorably discharged for insubordination," the man didn't flinch.

He gave a smile, looking at you. "You're not even a soldier, you have no say in what I do," your muscles relaxed, leaning your head back, eyes falling closed. Ghost stood, moving towards the two of you, opening his mouth to say something.

"You're on my squad, you do as I say, unless you want me to remove you. You want this to be your last strike?" The Alpha looked away, opening his mouth to make a remark.

"I'm sure there isn't going to be a problem, is there?" Ghost finally spoke up, moving beside the man and staring down at him. The Alpha scoffed and walked away, leaving you looking around.

You gave a soft smile. "Leave your stuff, it'll be cleaned up," and you turned and walked away, adjusting a hood onto your head. Ghost stared after you before walking back to Soap and Gaz, sitting beside them again.

"What the hell happened?"

You stood in the rain, having grabbed another jacket to protect you from the chill of the wind, alongside the rain beating against you. Your squad was running until they collapsed or someone admitted who caused the problems. You knew, though, that the stubborn Alpha in your squad was always the problem.

"You need to get back here," Soap said into the phone. "I honestly don't know what to do with them," and you booked a flight.

Now you were waiting, patiently. Someone would give in soon enough, someone always did. There would always be a weak link, and if it took running them until they threw up so be it. A hand fell on your shoulder and you looked back, eyes climbing to find Ghost standing behind you.

"I've never heard you scream," you laughed, looking back to your squad. The Alpha ran at the front of them, no reaction to the amount of running he was doing. You were pretty sure he had lapped everyone at some point, but you weren't paying close enough attention.

You looked back to Ghost. "You have most definitely heard me scream, just not angrily. Soap called, said that the squad was getting out of control and they didn't know what to do," you sighed. "I thought I taught them better, but I guess I haven't treated them exactly like soldiers," Ghost hummed behind you, eyes trailing the Alpha.

A shiver ran through you and Ghost pulled you back into him, letting you soak in his own warmth. "Does he always give you problems?" You nodded, letting him take on your weight as you leaned against him.

"There is rarely a day that goes by when he doesn't give some form of lip, but everyone's grown used to it, I guess," you whispered, sighing deeply. It bothered you, so much, that you couldn't get all of your squad to act like it. Like a pack. "He's just trying to take control back. He was kicked from his last squad because of similar problems, speaking down on Betas and Omegas," Ghosts scent changed a little, but you weren't able to decipher what it was before it had disappeared.

Neither of you spoke for some time, merely watching the group of wanna-be's run around and around. You wanted to be back home, with your family and watching the little ones run around, not some grown adults. You just wanted to be able to control the squad like other people, but you needed a break. So you went on leave, but came back too soon.

There wasn't much of choice, though. Either let Soap and Gaz keep getting eaten alive, or you come back and beat them back down, but maybe if you talked to Simon he would've been able to help. No, this was your squad, they were your responsibility. You'd have to be a Drill Sergeant, and it was already giving you a headache.

You pushed off Ghost, watching as one of the Omegas stumbled before righting herself. You gave a deep sigh. "Get over here!" You shouted over the rain and wind. As everyone gathered, you glared through them. "I am not your mother. I shouldn't be coming back from leave early because your senior officers are unable to control you," you huffed, looking away for a moment.

The rain still pattered down, and the Alpha was looking away. You couldn't decipher how you felt about him, but you knew it was heavy dislike. Something about the man made you uncomfortable.

"You'd expect a group of adults to behave better than a group of pups, but I suppose none of you have grown," the Alpha opened his mouth to speak and Ghost took a step forward, daring him to make a comment. "I haven't been treating you as soldiers, clearly, so from now on you'll be meeting up with Task Force 141 to being your morning training," a smile graced your features.

You'd spoken with Price briefly over the phone on your flight back. It didn't take much to convince him, and his tone gave you the chills once or twice as he described what he could do. You didn't mention anything to Ghost. You weren't entirely sure what he would do if he found out you were being dragged away from your family because of a problem child.

Everything was still in the air, what you would end up doing with them. As you gazed across, the only person not having any form of regret was the Alpha. Michael. If you could, you would have rejected him from being a part of your team. You'd read his file, it was nothing short of infraction after infraction.

You gave a deep breath. "You're going to go into the mess hall and clean it, if I come in there tomorrow and find even a crumb you'll be stuck cleaning it every day until you leave," no one moved. "What are you waiting for?" They scattered into the wind, Michael still taking everything at his own speed.

Ghost grabbed his soldier, eyes not leaving the mans. "You'll be with me," and you watched him get dragged away. You were finally free to take a warm shower, perhaps curl into your nest for some sleep you'd lost while traveling.

It was late in the evening when you heard from Simon. He had walked into your room, taking his boots off and crawling next to you in your nest. His balaclava scratched at your neck as he scented you, brushing his cheek against you.

You turned the page in your book, letting the large Alpha nearly curl around you. Your fingers found the top of his head, scratching at him over the balaclava. Yet to see his face, you never pushed it. It was none of your business to push him, even as his mate.

You could hear him chuffing softly, nose digging into your neck slightly. It was quiet for some time, outside of the chuffing of Simon and the pages turning from your book. His hands were around you, tugging you closer to him as your fingers continued scratching.

The chuffing quieted, a bothered grunt coming from him. "Want to feel your hand," he muttered, tugging at his balaclava before being able to pull it off entirely.

You didn't look, didn't move, just kept on reading as your fingers found hair. That made you pause, brows furrowed as you turned to look at him from where he returned to your neck, his chuffs returning.

Purring, you tugged him to look at you, book falling from your hand. Simon groaned softly, trying to pull his head out of your grip. A quiet be still, coming from you before he paused, eyes opening to glance down at you.

Scars littered his face, your fingers finding some of the larger ones to stroke at, trying to memorize every part of his face. You could see his cheeks growing a little red and you laughed softly, pressing your hands to his cheeks.

"Little embarrassed of being looked at so thoroughly?" Simon looked away, finally pulling out of your grip and hiding his face back against your neck. You could feel him lick you slightly, laying down a nip or two, his hands tugging you against him again.

It was a few moments later that either of you finally said anything. "What did you do with Michael?" Simon huffed against you, a quiet who?, coming from him. "The Alpha you pulled away from the rest of the squad," you added.

Simon pulled away to look at you fully. "Nothing illegal," you looked at him, smile dropping. He gave you a little grin. "Just gave him some things to do to get all of his energy out, he had a little too much to be acting that way," you laughed.

The next morning, you had a knock on your office door. "Come in," it wasn't anyone you would've expected. Not Ghost, nor Soap or Gaz. Michael.

He slammed his hands on your desk and leaned over it. "I want out," you raised your brows. "I'm not gonna let some little doctor think she can control me," you gave out a deep sigh. "And what about Ghost? You fuck him to get where you are?"

"My relationship with the Lieutenant is none of your business, soldier," you answered, crossing your legs. "You want out? You leave this squad and it's the last place you'll be. You know you can't join the military again if you get discharged. Too many infractions," you shrugged, pulling his file out of your desk. He looked at it.

Lunging for it, you pulled it out of his reach. "Who the hell gave that to you?" You laughed at him, his scent changing to something reeking of anger. God, why were you able to smell him? "Or, is it because you're an Omega?" He smiled shortly.

You stood. "You haven't been taking your suppressants as prescribed, have you?" There was no other answer for why he was so angry constantly. Without a consistent dosage, the androstenone in him would be too high to think properly. He could go feral.

Lunging for your phone, you were only able to get one number dialed before he threw it into the wall. "A little Omega bitch, fucking Ghost in order to get where she is," he snorted. The door was cracked open still, but Michael was in the way. There was no leaving.

Looking away, you blinked slowly. "I'm assuming this is how you were removed from your last squad," he threw your chair into the wall and you opened the file.

"You have no right to read that, you bitch," he growled, trying to grab it over your desk. You pulled it back, Michael growling deep in his chest. "You're gonna give me that, or I'm gonna fucking kill you," you could feel your heart in your stomach. Sure, you could fight but it was nothing with an almost feral Alpha trying to kill you.

Glancing around, you had to look for something to hopefully protect yourself with. A man like Michael could easily kill you, you didn't doubt it. One wrong punch and you'd be in the infirmary, another and you could be out of it. Forever.

"You touch her and you'll find out why I'm feared," Simon. You could feel the relief coursing through you. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, let alone allow another Alpha to hurt you. You looked between the two, seeing Michaels face slowly start to drop.

You dove under your desk the second either of them moved, a growl ripping through the area as you heard a body slam into the wall in front of you. You knew the fear on your scent would be pungent, especially to Ghost.

And it was. He could smell it from down the hall, causing a spark of fear to course through himself. The only other thing he could smell was another Alpha, and he hoped to god he wouldn't be too late. When he opened the door just a tad bit more, he heard the threats.

It set something off in him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He didn't hesitate before throwing the other Alpha into the wall, seeing you dive under your desk in his peripheral. His fists found the man, but it barely did anything. A feral Alpha would do anything to kill whoever he saw, and Ghost could hear shouts coming from the hall.

Michael charged at Ghost, who braced for impact, colliding with him and being dragged into the hall and on the wall across from your office. Ghosts knee found Michael gut, throwing him onto the ground and climbing over him.

Some MP's had come careening down the hall, guns up and shouting commands. Ghost tried holding the man down, but it didn't do too much before he was bucked off and climbing to his feet. The fear was still pungent on your scent and it set Ghost off.

He couldn't do anything before gunshots echoed down the hall and Michael collapsed. A few tranq darts scattered along his back.

Ghost was put on administrative leave, pending investigation. You'd used the rest of your leave to be able to stay with him and for the entire duration you weren't out of his eyesight.

Showering? He was standing against the far wall, staring through the doorway.

Trying to use the bathroom? The locks on your bathroom doors had never been used more, and when you left he would be standing in front of it.

For some time you had also been far to shaken to let Simon leave your eyesight. There was nothing he would do that you weren't following him for, his showers left you sitting on the counter and talking to him, even without a response. You didn't go into the bathroom with him, but sat by the door as your eyes flittered around to each corner of the room, looking for feral Alphas.

Before either of you became more comfortable, Simon wouldn't even go into your nest. He would sit outside of it, never moving much at all. It took you panicking in the middle of the night for him to start going back inside of your nest.

Neither of you knew what the future would look like, but as long as you had each other, you figured you'd be alright.

Next

[avonne-writes]

I think you mentioned before that after Gale and Bucky had a fight because of the wanting/not wanting kids thing, they slept in separate rooms and Bucky cried. Do you think Gale heard him crying? If so, do you think he would have comforted him, left him alone to give him space, or been too angry/upset to comfort him? How do you think Gale would have reacted to the aftermath of their fight when he was alone in the room? Do you think he would have stayed awake for some time, cried, or something else?

Thanks!

Thank you so much for the great question! ❤️ I love asks like this.

Brief summary: HS AU John and Gale have a huge disagreement over having children when they're 30. It’s because Bucky changed his mind since their wedding at 22, and he does want them. They have several, escalating fights over a couple of months, and after their biggest one, Bucky starts sleeping in the guest room.

Now, onto your questions:

The specifics may change when I write the story, but basically, John and Gale are both caught in their own negative spiral at this point and neither is ready to extend the olive branch because they hurt each other so much.

They both cry after this fight. Bucky thinks their marriage might be over if things don't change and he tries to hold back but he breaks into sobs in the guest room.

I'm sure Gale hears him, but he’s hurting very deeply too, and he’s sinking into a different sort of misery. He thinks his life might be over.

He realizes just how much of his life is taken up by Bucky. Most of his lasting friendships are also Bucky's friendships, and he figures they'd side with him. Georgia is like a second mother to him, but she is primarily Bucky's mother. Gale's own family is barely in his life at all. It doesn't take long for this way of thinking to result in Gale's self-esteem crumbling.

He feels deeply lonely and hurt. He feels like a burden, an obstacle to Bucky's true happiness, a waste of time. There’s no way that he’ll be the one reaching out first.

Gale also cries, but quietly, without a sound. He keeps wiping away his tears before they could run down his cheeks.

Bucky cries himself to sleep quite fast, but I think Gale barely sleeps at all. He’s anxious about facing Bucky the next day, so he just sneaks out before Bucky wakes up. He pulls out his phone to text Bucky multiple times during the day, but always ends up deleting his messages without sending them.

I think (but this is not certain yet) Bucky goes to stay at Curt’s place for a night or two, and when he comes back, the conflict shifts into its final stage.

Overall, it’s the toughest time in their relationship and their worst fight ever. Mostly because there's a lot of painful truth and things left unsaid for years in what they throw at each other during this conflict.

But don't worry, they make up in the end (just before Christmas) and heal their relationship. ❤️

[slashv1xen]

bo sinclair’s reaction to you flinching

fem!reader x lovesick/obsessed bo sinclair

category: fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort

the two of you were having an argument. what about? his anger problems

y/n: “you always do this, you seriously need to get your short temper in check”

bo: “my temper ‘s perfectly fine, ya just looking for reasons to argue”

y/n: “you’re raising your voice now! don’t you understand that yelling like this makes everyone else feel like shit?”

bo: *rolls eyes.* “just shut up, okay?!”

he stepped forward towards you aggressively and you flinched. hard.

when he saw this his eyes flashed with hurt and he took a small step back. his jaw was slightly agape, then hardened as he thought of his actions. ‘is she seriously afraid of me?’

you began breathing heavily, and bo sighed whilst running his hand through his hair. your eyes darted around nervously, waiting for a larger reaction

to your surprise, he walked up to you slowly and hugged you, his muscular arms wrapping around your upper back. his face was in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. his eyes watered slightly, and you mouth went dry as you felt you neck becoming damp

“are you afraid of me? you know i’ll never hurt you, right?” he sniffled, then looked up at you for reassurance, his nose and corners of his eyes red, and his cheeks damp from his hot tears.

you stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure how to comfort him. bo’s never this emotional, so it truly was a sight to see. “i know bo, i’m not afraid of you. i’m sorry, i was just…” you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair, smiling at him reassuringly.

his head fell into the crook of your neck once more, finding comfort in this position. he mumbled a few words, words you couldn’t hear. “what was that, bo?”

his face heated up, you didn’t even need to see it, you could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. “let’s just cuddle together” he mumbled again quietly. you laughed at his shyness, and the two of you made it to the bedroom, and reconciled.

authors note: hi loves, this is my first fanfic and i hope you enjoyed it! sorry if it is rushed, i wrote this at 12am while i was supposed to be sleeping. if you have any feedback, please say i would love to improve my writing. if you have any requests i would also love to complete those. i also feel like this is out of character but it’s all up to interpretation i guess. thank you for reading and have a great day x

[downfalldestiny]

So what .. 🤗❤️ !.

[dominimoonbeam]

practice makes perfect - 10

the college au continues!

Okay, this one is probably a mess of typos because we're doing our best and our best involves writing on the phone because we have no time. It's me. I'm we.

<3

If you're still reading this fic, thank you and I hope you enjoy it!!

We're going into another house party! Warnings! there are drugged drinks and there are going to be fists thrown. There is also reference to the bad bad darlin/quinn relationship.

If you want to read the fic from the start you can find it here. It started as a very steamy non-magical Asher/David and has evolved from there into a bunch of pairings.

Practice Makes Perfect - 10

It had been a month in the new apartment and Darlin wasn’t sure about it. It had seemed fine at first. The apartment was right on the edge of campus and the guy was hot, which was always a plus, but…

Quinn was fun at first. Casual and vaguely interested but too busy? Like, it was an easy flirting situation with no strings.

And then there were strings.

Where had those strings even come from?

And how had it happened so fast?

Something about it felt…bad. But Quinn was always smiling so Darlin smiled back. It was all just a joke, right? It was all just fun. It wasn’t like Darlin was some delicate thing. It wasn’t like they didn’t rough house with their own friends. Why did it feel different with Quinn? Why was his smile so…mean?

Darlin spit blood into the sink.

Their phone vibrated on the counter. The screen was cracked but it still worked.

Asher. They turned off the faucet and answered.

“Where the hell are you?” he asked without greeting.

Darlin dragged a hand through their hair and walked out of the bathroom. “Apartment. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Want us to come up?”

“No,” they answered fast—too fast? Why did they hate the idea of Asher or anyone coming anywhere near this place? “I'm on my way down.” They hung up and shoved their phone in their pocket. They didn't even like thinking their friends were parked by the curb. 

 They pushed out of the bathroom and went straight for the front door. They didn't look at his bedroom door more than to confirm it was shut, the soft hum of his music pressing out. They didn't run. They wouldn't. But they kept walking, nerves spiking when they were past his door. 

“Jeeze, where the hell did you get that shiner?” Asher asked, twisting around in his seat to look at them. David looked too, brow creasing. 

Darlin blinked and then smiled, ignoring how it pulled at a cut inside their lip. “Did you forget me taking Huxley's shoulder to the face at practice?” It wasn't exactly a lie. They had slammed into him. But it hadn't done this.

Asher frowned still but sat forward. “Shit. We'll find you an ice pack when we get to the party.”

Darlin snorted. “Don't worry about it.”

“Seatbelt,” David grumbled.

Asher craned his neck to watch Darlin buckle up. Had they winced when they reached across themselves for the seatbelt? How badly had they been hit in practice? Darlin had always played hard and taken some truly stupid dares over the years. What if they broke a rib again?

Asher made a mental note to get a better look at Darlin tonight and see if they needed to visit a doctor before their next practice.

“I thought Hux was getting a ride with you guys,” Darlin changed the topic.

Asher caught the ghost of a smile on David’s mouth when he said, “He’s got a ride.”

Darlin raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“He’s going with Gav.”

Darlin blinked and then grinned. “Stop it.”

Asher shrugged, smiling. It had been a surprise, but also not really. Ever since that morning practice when Gavin showed up and went to breakfast with them, the two had been palling around.

“Talk about opposites attract…” Darlin thought aloud.

Asher snorted and watched the road, his smile fading a little. He sort of hoped they were just friends. He wasn’t sure Huxley was the casual sex sort of person and didn’t want to see the guy getting his heart crushed.

Cars parked up and down the sides of the street as they neared the house, slowing them to a crawl as they looked for a parking spot. The frat house where the party was would be within stumbling distance of their own dorms. Really, they could have walked if they’d wanted to, but then Darlin would have had to take the subway. David had insisted he wanted to drive anyway and wasn’t going to drink, which was absolutely a lie, to get Darlin to let him give them a ride. It was a routine Asher had seen a hundred times.

They parked and joined the drifts of college students making their way toward the pulse of music in the house up the street.

The rumble of a bike drew their eyes just in time to see Milo sneaking past traffic to park on the edge of the driveway. He had someone on the back of his motorcycle. He helped them off and smiled as he unbuckled their helmet and took it off of them. He helped fix their hair and Asher caught the blush on the stranger’s cheeks as they waved his hand away–pretending to be annoyed.

-

The party was in full swing when Morgan got there. He always felt a little out of place at these things, but his friends had dragged him along. And it was good to get out of his comfort zones, right?

He barely got into the livingroom of the big frat house when a smooth, curling voice spoke up beside him. “I was hoping to see you again.”

Morgan turned and blinked at the all too familiar face. Porter offered him a red solo cup.

Morgan smiled and took the drink. “I would hope not…”

Porter stepped closer, the crowd turning them into a corner to make room for more people. “Why would you say that? You’re a classmate, surely I should be hoping to see you at my party…”

“I'm your counselor,” Morgan reminded flatly.

Porter scoffed. “You were my student conflict manager for like ten minutes. We could have sex right here and no one would care.”

He curled his lip at the idea. “It would be public indecency and we could get arrested.”

Porter leaned in closer and Morgan was surprised by the way his pulse jumped. “What if I promise?” the other man asked in a near whisper.

“Promise what?” He shouldn't have asked. Why did he?

Porter held his gaze, suddenly terribly sincere. “To be decent.” He leaned in and Morgan inhaled the scent of his bodywash. Porter's breath brushed his ear when he added in a whisper, “To fuck you decently.”

It took everything he had not to react. Not to inhale or, god help him, exhale. He lifted an eyebrow and waited until Porter leaned back to get a look at him. He poured everything he had into looking unamused, but something in Porter's smirk made him worry he saw through it. Still, the other man took a step back. 

“You don't really want to go to bed with me,” Morgan warned, a part of his brain telling him to shut up. Shut up and just kiss this man. Down the drink in his hand, kiss Porter, and just turn his brain off.

“Oh, I think I do.” Porter stood so close, his fingertips brushing the back of Morgans hand.

Don't say it. Don't fucking say it, he thought, but the words came anyway. “If we fuck, I'll know you.”

Porter's smile wavered just the way Morgan knew it would. “Isn’t that the point?”

“I don’t think it is for you. You’re charming, Porter, but in a way that makes people nervous. You get what you need but they know better than to expect more from you. You pick fights with people you think have charmed lives and then you let them win. You want to be the villain. Do you really want me to figure out why?” Morgan asked honestly, even though he knew the answer. No one wanted to be known that well, not really.

Porter wasn't smiling anymore and his touch had gone. He took a step back, eyes narrowed on Morgan like he couldn't figure out if he was being attacked. “Right…” Another step back. “You could have just said you weren't interested.” He turned and walked away.

Morgan watched him go. He wasn’t not interested, but he couldn't let someone walk into that either. He drained the cup in his hands, wincing at the burn but swallowing it down before going the other direction in the house.

-

Huxley walked down the long sidewalk with Gavin, the sound of the party growing louder the closer they got to it. He was excited to go, especially because Gavin was going and said they should go together. Last time they’d been at a party together had been sort of awkward, but that had been over a month ago and they were friends now.

“Looks like Asher is already there,” Gavin said, holding his phone to the side to show Huxley the screen.

A clip played of Asher turning in a full circle to show the party around him before throwing back a short and peeling laughter. Huxley smiled, spotting a bunch of the team in the room around him. “Cool.”

Gavin pocketed his phone and shoulder nudged into Huxley’s side. “If you don’t like the party we can always bail on it. I know this place that makes great pancakes…”

Huxley looked at him, beaming. “Oh yeah? Where?”

Gavin’s grin grew big. It sent chills up Huxley’s spine. “My place.”

Huxley exhaled a laugh. “What? Oh.” He blushed a little. Gavin was good with his words. He was fast and Hux still wasn’t sure why the artist liked hanging out with him, but he was happy he did. “Why wouldn’t I like the party?”

Gavin shrugged. “A lot of people don’t like parties. And some parties suck.” His hand brushed Huxley’s.

Huxley was starting to get used to the fluttering in his chest when Gavin was around. It was something excited but nervous. He knew Gavin was into casual things and there was nothing wrong with that, but Huxley wasn’t into casual. They could be friends. They could be friends who hugged and snuggled. Friends was amazing, but the worry that Gavin was after friends with benefits was becoming a constant tension in Huxley’s heart. He had to talk to him about it. He had to just say it. “Gav–”

“Gavin!” Someone called from the porch of the frat house and a course of echoes spread out from it, laughing and inviting them into the house.

Huxley smiled, loving the way the people responded to him. Gavin looked at him though, waiting for what he’d been about to say even with half a dozen people calling for his attention.

Huxley shook his head. “Let’s go,” he said. “I’ll tell you if I want to go and you tell me if you want to.”

Gavin grinned at that and took his hand, pulling him along into the party.

They eventually made it to a corner of the house with a bunch of familiar faces. Huxley blushed when they shouted his name in a chorus of excitement, not unlike Gavin had received at the front of the house.

Milo was at the table, being schooled in beer pong by his date.

“Oh shit, what happened to your face?” Gavin asked over the music and Huxley followed his attention to Darlin.

He frowned at the dark bruise under their eye, but even more so at the flash of panic on Darlin’s face, their gaze flicking from Gavin to Huxley and then to Asher across the room with David, cheering on the beer pong match. “You know me. Practice gets rough and I don’t slow down.”

Huxley blinked and then jerked back a step. “Wait, you mean when I tackled you?” he asked over the music, panic spiking his pulse. He was big and he always tried to be conscious of that, but practice was different and Darlin was no lightweight themself. Had he really knocked them that hard? How had he gotten to their eye? They had a helmet on. Fuck.

“No!” Darlin laughed, shaking their head. “What are you talking about? That was a love tap! You didn’t even knock me down.”

Huxley leaned forward to get a better look at them, gaze scanning for more bruises only to realize Darlin was layered up. That was normal though. “Dude, I’m so sorry.”

Darlin grabbed his shoulders, still smiling. “Stop! I swear it wasn’t you! And if it was, it would have been an accident. But it wasn’t. One hundred percent! We can pinky swear on it if you want.”

Huxley smiled a little, finding it hard to doubt that level of certainty. But still… their eye looked like it hurt.

Gavin tapped Darlin’s arm. “I’m going to go find us a couple drinks. I’ll grab you some ice,” he called over the music before slipping away.

As soon as he was gone, and before Huxley could ask more about their shiner, Darlin grinned at him. “Sooooo, you and Gav?”

Huxley stared back. “What about me and Gav?”

“You’re… Well… Aren’t you?”

“Aren’t we what?”

“Darlin, you’re up!” Asher called from the table.

Darlin groaned but let go of Hux. “This isn’t over! I will find out!” they said as they backed toward the beer pong set up.

- 

Kody rounded the corner in time to spot Blake dropping a couple pills into a red solo cup.

“Oh, I didn’t see your bestie here tonight,” Kody practically cooed.

Blake huffed. “No. They stayed home. They’re not feeling well.”

“I wonder why…” Kody muttered, not wondering at all. Ever since Blake reconnected with his childhood friend, they'd never been quite well enough to go to any parties. Lucky them they had Blake to pick up their homework when they were too sick for class. “So, who’s the drink for?”

Blake tsked through teeth and shot a glare across the party. “Fucking Porter. He needs to be brought down a peg…I put something in his drink earlier, but I guess it didn’t take…” he sounded perplexed by that idea, like it definitely didn’t make sense.

“Not worried you might overdose him if you go again?”

Blake snorted. “No one can prove I had anything to do with it.”

Kody looked up, gesturing to himself.

Blake smiled. “No one’s going to believe you.”

Kody frowned. “Fuck you.” He looked at the cup and then smirked, snatching it up. “Then I’m taking this one. You can make another.”

Blake looked like he might argue for a second before his expression smoothed and he shrugged, grabbing another cup.

-

Gavin grabbed a beer from the bucket on the porch and went back inside, frowning at the sight of Kody and Blake together in the kitchen, mixing drinks.

He wove through the party, looking for Huxley, but finding Porter first. He stopped close to the other man and nudged a head back toward the kitchen just as Kody was snatching a cup from Blake and peeling off.. “You invited them?”

“I didn’t invite anyone. You know how these work,” Porter said, hand going naturally to Gavin’s waist.

“You know what he’s like,” Gavin complained.

Porter raised a brow and waited for Gavin to sigh. Of course he knew. “Honestly, I’m not even sure which one you’re talking about. They’re both creeps.” He turned his attention back to Gavin, smiling. “But it’s not like you to get bent out of shape about it. You okay, pretty boy?”

Gavin blinked and then relaxed. Kody had just gotten on his nerves the other day. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Porter’s smile grew and he pulled Gavin closer, their hips together when they swayed. “You have plans tonight?”

Gavin took a drink from his beer and draped an arm across Porter’s shoulder, letting him sway them for a while more. “I do.”

Porter hummed. “The jock?”

The jock. Gavin nodded.

Porter let him go with a laugh. “Be careful, Gav. The harder you work for it, the more it’ll hurt.”

He raised an eyebrow at the other man. “I thought you were into a little pain?”

Porter grinned wolfishly, sinking away into the party. “Not that kind.”

Gavin laughed but nodded, working through the crowd that seemed to stop him at every chance. Normally he loved drifting through a crowd, from one familiar face to the next, but this time he just wanted to get back to Huxley. Honestly, he was trying to figure out how to talk to Hux about them… about their…friendship? Of all the relationships he’d had, this one was different and he wasn’t exactly sure what they were doing or what was on the table. Hux had said he was cool with flirting and friendly physical contact and Gavin had been happily taking advantage of that. It was going good. Going great. But he wasn’t sure if they were…more.

And Gavin didn’t usually need to know. His friendships usually came with sex and other than fetishes, there wasn’t a lot of conversation needed about the details.

He was realizing he needed to have a conversation with Hux about what they were doing. He just wasn’t sure how–

Gavin wasn’t sure he’d ever really been angry in his life until he looked across the party and saw Kody talking to Huxley.

No fucking way.

He wove his way through the crowd toward them, his heart pounding.

Kody had that sly smirk of his, and Hux… Hux was holding a red plastic cup he hadn’t had five minutes ago.

Gavin had only really known himself to be domineering in a bedroom and that had never been in search of pain. He liked to be in control. He liked to pin and push. But he was not a fighter.

Or so he thought.

He closed in on them just as Kody was pressing into Huxley’s space, managing to back the larger man against the wall. He touched Huxley’s hand and nudged the cup up toward his mouth.

Gavin lurched forward, slamming into Kody from the side to knock him away.

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise, one hand out to catch Gavin like he’d tripped.

“What the fuck?” Kody snapped, righting himself and straightening his shirt.

Gavin took the cup out of Huxley’s hand and exchanged it for one of the beer bottles he’d grabbed them.. The big guy blinked in surprise.

Kody’s anger dissolved into something close to fear, eyes sweeping Gavin and the cup. “I…”

Gavin hadn’t known what he was thinking, why the cup had bothered him so much, until he saw that fucking look on Kody’s face. Like he was caught. Gavin held the cup out. “This is yours, right?”

Kody’s jaw ticked. Son of a bitch.

“Gav?” Huxley asked, big hand on his lower back.

He suspected the contact was meant to soothe but it only made his blood boil. Hux was so nice and this monster had actually tried to fuck with him?

Gavin was still holding the cup out. Still waiting. “Drink it,” he ground out the command.

Kody’s lip curled into a snarl. “What’s your problem?” He slapped the cup away, spilling it across the wall and pushing into the space. “Not enough ass in the building for you? You’ve already fucked this one, right? Give someone else a turn!”

Gavin felt a tremor in Huxley’s hand just before it left his back.

He shoved Kody in the chest, taking a step forward to force him farther from Hux. “I warned you.”

“What are you going to do, Gav? Blow me to death?”

“Hey,” Huxley snapped, surprising them both. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

Kody’s lip curled, attention turning from Gavin to Huxley. Gavin shook his head, hating it already–not wanting him even looking at Huxley, let alone dragging his gaze over him like that. “Oh, big guy–” he started, stepping to the side like he was going to move around Gavin, like he was going to close that distance, like there was any universe where Gavin could let that happen.

The beer he was still holding hit the floor, and Gavin was already moving, already throwing himself into Kody and driving him as far back and away as he could.

-

Fights were not uncommon at parties like these but this was definitely new.

David frowned at the scene, having been looking in time to see it start and now when Gavin threw a fist right into Kody’s face, knocking him back against a wall.

“Are those two fighting over Hux? He’s like… a head taller than both of them,” Arden asked curiously.

“So?” David asked, only taking his eyes off the fight long enough to glance at Huxley, still shocked.

“So, I think he can probably fight em both if he wanted to,” Arden added.

“I don’t think that’s what this is about…” And he wasn’t sure he could even imagine Hux in a fist fight. David put his beer down and started toward the fight, easily pulling people out of his way.

People were shouting and the two were on the floor now. David was more than a little surprised when Hux was there just ahead of him. They exchanged a glance and David nodded. Hux scooped up Gavin, hauling him off of Kody and back a few steps. Kody jumped up, spitting blood and furious, lunging for Gavin while he was open. David was there, palming his face back and then bending to shoulder him in the stomach and pick him up.

Asher peeled laughter, trailing them to the door to give Kody the boot.

“He started it!” Kody whined, trying to kick but David had an arm over the back of his thighs. This wasn’t his first time bouncing someone.

“Yeah…” Asher said from behind him. “No one is going to believe that, man. Even if he threw the first punch.”

[bonglife420]

Max Holloway defeats Justin Gaethje with a brutal 5th round KO