#I needed to get it out because the other part was killing me

[slttygeto]

“will you still have a crush?”

pairing: husband! suguru x wife! reader.

genre: fluff.

note: smth very short thats been sitting in my drafts for a while and i decided to work on since my insomnia kicked in. enjoy.

suguru can feel you staring at him, which he finds quite hilarious.

you on the other hand? you were fuming. or at least trying to.

because you know the argument you just had with suguru wasn’t really an argument, and that you were probably being dramatic and absolutely—no, certainly needed to hear suguru laugh again —he laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes and you could feel your face heating up.

god, he was so fucking attractive.

so the question was—do you have a crush on me?

suguru had responded with—we have been married for four years. which was obviously the wrong answer and your husband should’ve known that.

“okay so you hate me.”

“baby, I married you.”

“what if someone dared you to?” to which suguru grimaced at.

“I’m not 15.”

“oh but you wish you were.”

stepping closer to you, making sure that he can still see the pancakes from his spot just in case they burn, suguru bends down to your level. “what does that mean baby?”

you try your best to unaffected by the close proximity, this was your husband for fuck’s sake. but even years later, the brown of his eyes makes you feel weak in the knees.

“you’d be the age where you hadn’t met me yet.” you add with a roll to your eyes, crossing your arms over your puffed out chest.

it catches suguru off guard, but he is clearly enjoying the little show you were putting on. because a few moments later, he is resting his forehead on your shoulder and his entire body trembles.

“what— are you laughing?!”

your husband cradles your face in his hands, pulling away from your shoulder to kiss your lips while you jokingly push him away.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry that was just so—“

“don’t talk to me! you don’t even take me seriously anymore!”

“I do! I just didn’t expect that kind of response.” he tries to reason with you, but to no avail.

and so now you were on the couch pouting, and he was sitting on the other side of the couch with a plate of pancakes.

“are you sure you don’t want some pancakes?”

“I wish I put poison in them.” you mutter under your breath, and suguru still thinks you’re the funniest person alive.

“a murderer announcing how they’re going to kill their target?” he teases, leaning closer to you while you pretend to stare anywhere but at his face.

“yeah and I would make sure no one finds your body.”

“how would you do that, baby?” you raise an eyebrow at him, and he mirrors your action, bringing his face closer to you. “I am kind of a big guy. wouldn’t that be a hassle to you?”

screw him for knowing how to make you fold.

“…I would have anger fueled strength.”

he gasps dramatically. “anger fueled?”

you nod. “because you hate me.”

“because I said I married you.”

“which was basically ignoring the question ‘do you have a crush on me?’ so yeah.”

“interesting.”

“to someone who’s full of disdain and hatred, yes it would be very interesting.”

the longer suguru stared at you, the more he effortlessly towered over you on the couch, the harder it was to keep the act going. his brown eyes stare deeply into your soul as he sets the plate down, turning to face you.

it’s silent at first, just his eyes staring at you and your face slowly warming up under his intense gaze.

“…what?” you finally break the silence, blinking repeatedly.

“four years down the road, and you still blink so much when you’re nervous.”

a habit no one noticed, not even your own mother. your eyes get watery when you’re nervous, they’re truly the mirror to your soul—

of course suguru would know that better than anyone else.

you sit there, lips parted in awe at his words and your face feeling like a furnace. if there was any person in the world who could make you feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time, it would be suguru.

“..sounds like you have a crush on me or something.” you mumble under your breath, trying your best not to crack under his gaze and he laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“maybe, who knows?”

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[crowsofdarkness]

Today's lesson with Bucky: Oral-Bucky needs his meal

Part Five to the Teach Me series. If you haven't read the other parts, you might be a little confused. Tags for this are open, just comment if you're interested!

18+ CW's below the cut( oral with female recieving and slight possesive Bucky)

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BUCKY

As soon as Y/N stepped foot back into the tower, I was quick to get her attention, letting her know that our next lesson was starting right fucking now. She’d been gone with Bill for a week on a mission and it was killing me inside on not seeing her. I never meant for me to catch feelings for her, these lessons were only supposed to be that. But something in the way she opened up to me, figuratively and literally, and trusted me to be the one to teach her sexual things made me realize that I could never let her walk away from this into someone else's embrace.

How could I teach her how to suck my cock only for her to use those lessons on someone else? 

Leaning against the kitchen counter with a scowl, I watched as Bill and Y/N talked for a few moments. I knew she saw me, her eyes widening when they landed on me, but she tried her best to not show how excited she was. Even though we were feet away from each other, I could hear how fast her heart was pounding in her chest. 

This mother fucker needs to let her leave otherwise I’m going to throw her down on the couch to eat her out right infront of him. 

Damn, Bucky. Chill the fuck out. 

Running my left hand over my face, I took a centering breath before finally walking over to Y/N and Bill. 

“Mr. Barnes!”

 The asshole fucking saluted me. Who the hell salutes people nowadays?

I gave him a curt nod before motiong towards Y/N. “You’ve had her quite long enough. She’s needed elsewhere.” 

Wrapping my right arm around her, I began leading her towards my bedroom in the tower. She playfully smacked my chest and as much as she wanted to be upset with me dragging her away, I could see the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. 

“You can’t just drag me away, ya know,” she said, her voice sweet like honey. 

I made a noise in the back of my throat that sounded like a mix of a grunt and sigh. “Our next lesson is starting now. Did you need to shower?” 

I noticed she was wearing street clothes but figured I would double check to see if she wanted to wash away the mission's filth from her skin. I would ask how it went but I read over the debriefing files while I waited for her to get back so there was no need to waste time. 

I wanted to taste her. Now.

“I showered on the jet. So what’s the next lesson?” She asked just as we stepped inside my bedroom. 

I’d spent all day cleaning my living quarters for her, making sure it looked and smelled clean. 

I motioned for her to sit on the bed while I shucked off my jacket, leaving me in a grey shirt and black sweats. 

“Oral.” 

Her spine stiffened as she sat straighter on my bed, immediately twirling her fingers. A nervous habit of hers I’ve noticed early on. 

“Me to you?” She asked, nerves lacing on every word. 

I shook my head while helping her lay back against my bed, wanting her to be comfortable. “You’ve been giving me a lot of pleasure. I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” 

Her bright eyes stared up at the ceiling, refusing to make direct contact with me, so with a long sigh I kneeled on the bed next to her so I could stare down at her. 

“Is that alright?” I questioned. 

“Yeah,” she hesitated at first, before nodding. “I’m just nervous because I’ve never had that before so I don’t know if I’ll like it.” 

I cupped her cheek with my left hand, her cheek leaning into my vibranium palm and it was evident how relaxed she became. Another reason why I couldn’t allow her to go to someone else for this. They could take advantage of her, force her into doing something she didn’t know how. 

“If you don’t like it, just tap the top of my head twice and I’ll stop, alright?”

“Okay,” she breathed. 

Tapping her thigh, I helped her out of her leggings and green panties, my cock jumping at the sight of not only it but her cunt as well. Almost immediately, Y/N tried to close her thighs tighter together to hide. 

“I haven’t shaved,” she whispered. 

“I don’t care,” I assured her with a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

I truly didn’t. It seemed like she hadn’t shaved in a few days but that was not about to stop me. I needed Y/N, I needed to taste her, have her cum linger on my tongue for days. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I breathed over her cunt, causing her to shiver. 

She did what I asked and I had to hold myself back from devouring her right then and there. I didn’t want to rush this. 

“That’s it, good girl,” I praised while adjusting my cock inside of my sweats. 

Anything to alleviate the blood rushing to it. 

“I’m going to try a few different things, let me know if you like them,” I said while flicking my gaze up at her from my spot between her legs. 

The way she looked at me with a look full of fondness made something inside of me twinge with an unknown feeling but I didn’t dare dwell on it. I needed to focus on what was in front of me. 

As soon as the tip of my tongue flicked her clit, tingles exploded throughout my body villing my veins with her taste. One simple taste of Y/N and I was hooked, addicted to her and suddenly in that moment I knew I’d never get enough of her. 

Her body shuddered when I did it two more times and before I could question if she liked it or not, Y/N let out a soft moan eliciting me further. So I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, tasting even more of her and I could stop the groan that slipped out. 

“Holy shit,” she breathed, fingers dragging through my hair. “I didn’t expect it to feel so good.” 

I hummed, lapping up more of her honey taste and let my tongue slip inside of her a bit. She bucked off the bed causing me to hold her in place with my vibranium hand against her hip. With the hand that wasn’t tied into my hair, she dragged her fingers along the vibranium knuckles and without saying anything, I knew what she wanted. 

I spent the next few moments switching from tongue fucking her and bitting and sucking on her clit. When she told me she liked it better when I paid more attention to her clit, I kept my mouth there. But still wanting to give attention to her cunt, I removed my left hand from her hip to tease her opening. 

“Please, please, please,” she begged, nearly humping my face. 

“What do you want, baby?” I asked right before wrapping my lips around her cunt to suck. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Bucky.”

Hearing my name on a breathless moan made a fire ignite at the base of my spine. I began humping the bed to put pressure on my cock, desperate for some kind of friction. I pictured my cock was where my fingers were, deep inside her warmth, squeezing the life out of me. 

My fingers worked inside of her, curling up into that sweet spot I knew so well only fingering her twice. I became attuned to what her body came alive with and how much she loved it when I flicked my tongue over her clit before dragging my teeth over it. 

“Oh fuck,” she said with a hint of worry in her voice. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” I pulled away from her for a moment, meeting her blissed out expressions. “It’s okay. You can cum like this.”

With my mouth on her again, I worked my fingers faster inside of her to urge her closer to her orgasm and soon, her honey taste exploded in my mouth. I humped the bed like a madman and devoured more of her. No one besides me would taste her, bring her this pleasure, or hear her moans. She would only cry out my name when she came apart. I’d be the only one that would see her naked, feel her skin upon mine. 

Images of her naked underneath me and on top of me as she rode me flashed in my mind causing me to eat more of her arousal, never letting up even after she came down from her high. I was sloppy humping my bed now as my own orgasm was on the tip of teetering off the edge, my body so numb I barely felt Y/N gently tug on my hair. 

“Bucky,” she panted. “I th-I think I’m going to cum again.” 

My fingers never stopped fucking her and leaving her clit, I pressed tongue inside of her too. My urgent mutters were muffled by her soft skin and all over again, the honey filled my mouth and my hips stalled against the bed when I felt a stickiness between my own legs. 

When I could tell Y/N was spent from her two orgasm, I reluctantly pulled away from her and titled my head up at her. My jaw ached, my fingers and chin were soaked with her arousal, and I didn’t doubt my hair was a mess due to her fingers because the way she looked at me made my heart stutter in my chest. 

“Holy fuck,” she choked on a breath while resting on her elbows. “That’s what I’ve been missing out on?” 

I chuckled. “I take it as you liked it, huh?” 

“I came twice, Bucky. That’s never happened before.” 

A boost of confidence filled me and I leaned back on my knees. “Well, I’m glad I could be of service but I need to shower.” 

Y/N gave me a puzzled look with furrowed brows so I motioned down to my lap; more so the wet spot on my sweats. 

“Oh my god,” she giggled behind her hands, a crimson hue covering her cheeks. “You sure made a mess.”

I leaned myself over her now, gazing deep into those bright eyes full of wonder, and didn’t stop to think of the ramifications on what I was about to do. Ghosting my lips over hers, I broke into a grin. 

“It’s all because of you, baby.” 

[6okuto]

Vere Relationship HCS

GN!reader | i got u anon. Shocked to see i haven't done ts relationship hcs bUT i shall link my masterlist with old hcs anyway since there's a lot of overlap. if that tickles anyone's fancy. hate that saying a little bit. anyway

Empty threats... outsiders fearful of Vere can't believe you're with him. He says he'll kill you or you'll find something dead waiting on your bed like a cat bringing in a mouse and you just Laugh and they're like ??!!?!?!?!. But they don't see his pout, nor do they care about how his tail swishes in amusement as you bite back

It's silent things! Like him making a second drink for you without being asked. Pulling you out of the way when someone's about to bump into you (and sending them a cold glare). Fixing your necklace because the clasp has circled round to the front. Etc...

Getting out of bed on a free day can be one of life's biggest challenges when you're dating Vere Touchstarved. The Clingerrr. One time he almost hisses as you try to leave and you're like Wow

In general I think Vere likes when your attention is on him. In an established relationship, you've gone through the main mess of attachment and trust issues, violence, etc. and he's very confident in your relationship and feelings. And yet. He still prefers when your eyes are on him, and in big events, if he wants your attention away from your friends and acquaintances... well!

Hrm. At the start, I imagine him going through this dip where that last point is. a super prominent Thing going on, and you're like ...? before he goes back to his usual independence.

If you go on a long trip without him, he can handle himself, but he is affected by it more than he'll admit to other people. Guy who likes playing it cool...

Surprise escape room date where Vere is suddenly the biggest threat in the room because why would you do that. You want him to. solve Multiple Puzzles? You have his company for the afternoon and You Do This? I DO THINK. Hm. You could convince him to lock in but it'll take a lot of promises. He keeps messing with you even then though. Of course. Also if it's one of the horror rooms he may or may not almost attack one of the scare actors

Asking Vere to draw things for you... He's so. You're like Don't spend long on this please and he does anyway because he's not one to half-ass anything especially if it's for you Hello?? "Do you think you could doodle this character I'm creating so I can envision them better" And he gives you a bust, full body, outfit options like oh okay hello Hello???

Intimate baths... Vere fully relaxed and you're just enjoying each other's company... Him laying between your legs or vice versa... Bubbling and foaming up his hair and making silly shapes... Exactly

Nips you when you're annoying him. LOL. Squishing his cheeks and he turns to bite your thumb. Messing with his hair while his head is in your lap and he nips your thigh or turns for your hand. Suggestive I guess but he does it while trailing kisses down from your jaw. A favourite thing to do!

Vere gets.. opinionated.. when it comes to home decor and furniture. His taste is good! It's just... you know... if yours clashes, this Ikea trip will be a test. He'll barely, if at all, help build it when you get home so you'll have needed to plan for this by calling in back-up. He'd rather offer refreshments while you're all at the peak of suffering because you can't find a screw and the parts won't sit flat against each other and

If you fall asleep on him, he Will glare at anyone who comes by and might wake you. He's very gentle with his touches, and if you could see the fond affection on his face sometimes... wow.

I think I said this in an old post but Vere falling asleep on you is soo important to me actually because he's open and vulnerable but he trusts you completely.

Big fan of those teasing condescending (??) pet names like hellooo "sweetheart." This mostly pops up when he's fucking with you but oh my goodness a sincere "sweetheart" when you go to him for comfort or catch him in a good mood... Icna'tb icantpelase

It's very important to me to imagine Vere coming to you for comfort... It's very obvious at this point when he's putting up a front or hiding something... Depending on how bad, you might wait for him to broach the topic first, playing along with his distractions. Has anyone imagined Vere crying. lol. I don't know what he'd cry about but the thought of him crying and trying to push away your affection before surrendering completely . lol. Lol. not that i care

[lilybug-02]

❤️🌸🌼 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞…. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 🌼 🌸 ❤️

To get questions out of the way, yes, The Chara Timeline Comic will not be continuing… (mostly)

I started this comic back in November of 2021 on the simple idea of "What if Players possessing humans was normal?". I didn't think it would go beyond a simple page, but it did. It was an idea that blossomed into a 3+ year comic, spanning hundreds of pages, side art, fanart!!!, new blogs, and led me to meeting some of the sweetest and brightest Tumblr people I have ever met. ✨❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜✨ (I’m gonna shout u out eventually 😈)

But, I was doing this COMIC on my OWN and in my free time while juggling college, serious mental health issues, and many crazy life events.

So after so many years, I think it's finally time to put this comic to rest. I grew out of my Undertale and Deltarune love months ago and I am ready to look forward to other projects and interests. (Now... I am open to drawing more for it...but I am okay with telling the world the full story in case I don't ,:))

Because this comic means the ABSOLUTE WORLD to me... I want to give it a last hoorah! I am making multiple parts to this because I want to do my comic justice. ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

I will be going over my favorite art, scenes, characters, deleted scenes and more. And at the end of it all I will go over what the finale would look like and give you guys some art of that :)

First off...MY FAVORITE SCENES!!! (and my thoughts on them)💕

The Beginning:

Still have this saved in my files, thank god. Man... my art has improved so so much!!!! Gone are the playdough hands and strange proportions! Though my faces and consistency always need work.... haha. I'm surprised how colorful and pretty this first page is :) It makes me happy to see it in a new light.

My Favorite Darkworld Page:

I put hours upon hours of work into each page (especially for the colorful Darkworlds), but none still makes me hold my breath as much as the first introduction of The Mayor! I loved drawing the perspective and colored background motifs in this page. And the way the emotions are on full display ~ Chefs Kiss. (I also loved the "Let's shoot out the lights" metaphor being a double entendre. Representing the Mayor's wants to kill/get rid of light-ners and also the term being an old saying for "completely dominating one's opponent" as he want's Kris to join him in his dastardly deeds.)

Backgrounds:

I put my heart and soul into the backgrounds of this comic. I hid details like eyes in walls, moss covered plateaus, spoon shaped rocks, tea kettle inspired trains, hidden characters, and wayyyyy more. Some of my favorite backgrounds have to be of the more subtle ones. But I’m very proud of the detailed ones like the computer.

Silly Kris to Chara Talk:

This one scene (part 8 and 9, which was 12 pages) took me 5 months to make. It was hell. But I did it. The script took me FOREVER to figure out. I have like 4 different drafts of this scene (which I'll show later). I was exhausted and a bit deflated at the time, so I wasn't as proud with it. I'm happy now, but I feel like it could have been easier to make. I'll never know.

All of the Weird Route:

THIS. I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.🩸💔 I would love to say this is the magnum opus of the comic, but I am being very biased. Horror is my specialty and I was ecstatic when I made the decision to write and draw the weird route for this comic. The idea of having a THING control your body to kill while you’re conscious of your actions is a great horror concept and I loved delving deep into it. Obviously, I feel like some of the writing could have been more worked on (like the part where Chara is explaining HOW soul entities control the body) bc it's confusing, but I'm still so happy with it :) And even if I didn't finish the main one, I finished the weird route. So I made a conclusion somewhere!! (even if it's hella morbid lol)

Darkworld Train Fight:

I had been hoping to make this scene since week ONE of the comic. An epic train fight in a Wild West themed Darkworld? It was perfect! And I also really wanted to have a reference to the Alaskan Bull Worm 🪱🧽 from Spongebob for some reason. Because Sandy Cheeks (the squirrel) is Texan and somehow that all connects back to Rodger the Worm haha. I thought it would be fun, but it took me forever to figure out how the worm and train would combine in a fight scene. In retrospect, I think i spent a little too much time in the darkworld, as it took time and energy away from a more tight-knit story, but hind sight is 2020. 💖🚂🚋🚋🚋🪱

Shaker Sisters:

Just look at them. They are actual baby.

Chara's Crashout and Eventual Talk with Asriel:

This idea of Chara yelling at the Mayor was originally just one page of Chara making an offhand comment about how he was annoying. But it turned into a much more impactful, story changing moment. I wanted to highlight Chara's intensity and why they might have been labeled as "not a good friend" in Undertale. They have anger issues. They are unapologetically blunt. They are anxious and critical of their self worth. They echo their past abusers onto themselves and others and they believe they are justified in their actions. But Chara is human and I wanted to respect them as such.

...I also love Chara being silly <3 (That ice cream took 3+ hours to draw) 😭🍦🍪

Asriel Being Cute:

I just think this one drawing looks cute :)

Chara Finding Kris:

I love drawing comedy and this was no exception. I wanted it to be equal parts horror and funny. Chara's "F*Ck" being cut off is so funny to me 😭 And the horror of a literal Human organ just floating up to you?? Peak dark humor. I also think I nailed the panel layout here 😊

Kris' Confession:

These are my FAVORITE pages out of the ENTIRE COMIC. I feel like the writing, art, and scene layout is as flawless as it can be. I'm still shocked at how well it turned out. They were also a blast to work on ❤️

Silly Azzy 🥺 Face:

I knew people would love his droopy face, but literally so many people liked it, it became a meme. Thank you. I also think it's the funniest thing ever.

A Moment Between Friends:

I love Asriel and Chara's relationship in this comic. They care for one another so much even when they don't see eye to eye.

Breakfast:

This one panel took me 4+ hours. The perspective is wonky and there are 5 different characters. But man do I love how it turned out. Susie is chowing down on those detailed pancakes (yes, those are human and monster pancake faces :) 🥞🥞🥞).

Chara Kicking Stones:

idk why but this one panel scratches an itch in my brain. It’s detailed and colorful :3

The 7 Humans:

I guess we’re getting to some of the last pages I’ve done…. I’m really happy with this one. It’s spooky but gives a sense of intrigue. I also love the layout. Also Also- Frisk’s shirt is a reference to that one submarine guy from the Titanic movie. Idk why, but the happy face with a bullet in its head just fits the vibe.

[almostmylove]

Shatter me with your love part 7.

Synopsis: the end is the beginning of a new, you just need to figure out how to start

Warning:mentions of suicide( not much), blood, angst, neglect, child neglect

A wave to sickness hits you hard , your head feels like its jello and your mind is filled with foggyness.

Your eyes pry open yet it still feels like your eyes have been forced closed. You aren’t too sure if its because of the muck and gunk that somehow has piled onto the corners of your eyes or if it was actually glued.

Before you could think much futher something caught your sleepy eyed attention.

The celling? No, The walls. All of the walls where a soft pink color? From what you could see the whole room looked like it was adorn in pinks of different shades and other variations of colors.

Everything from curtains, lamps and chairs to more were covered a Barbie like color, the same color too similar to that awful shade of pink that complimented it very well. It looked straight out of a children’s commercial they would advertise dead afternoon but more messy and crowded, slightly similar to how you decorated your room when you were younger.

You try to stand up but your body seems to have plans to rest, stuck looking up at the ceiling with your arms at your side.

You try one last time and manage to lift your right hand up a bit, nothing more. It probably wasn’t enough to get away from who ever or what ever had put you in this pink torture room for now rest was very needed. You didn’t realize how much energy you had actually used just to lift up your hand.

It was kinda pathetic, you would smirk to yourself if you could but your face remainder stoic. If anyone…anyone…if father saw you like this he would probably scoff at you.

Speaking of him, what happened in end to them? Your mind rattled at what they could be doing right now.

Were they trying to find you? Did they caree for you? Who kidnapped you? Why did they kidnapped you and for what?

You weren’t really sure what had happened but you had an idea.

You had died.

Like actually died and now… you were here.

Somehow?

A soft exhale left your chapped lips. It was pointless anyways, they wouldn’t try and find you anyways.

Your new life has started and your old one had ended. Maybe it had been a sign from some higher power to start a new, away from them and all the pain.

Like a reset button.

It was up to you to get yourself out of here but for now a little rest was needed. And some water too.

Your eyes fluttered back closed to its former state and as your mind drifted to sleep you just hope your kidnaper wouldn’t come back by the time you woke up.

*

Mist. Its very where, blocking your vision rendering you technically blind, unable to see more then 4 feet in front of you.

Your head flicks quickly to the side as at the corner of your eye you see something moving with the fog.

It looked vaguely human but ghostly.

A audible swish passes right in-front of your head Snapping your eyes to that side where you saw it.

There it is again you say to yourself. It looked like a man from what you saw , a bit tall and lean.

It happens again but this time you are able to make out a familiar dark straight hair with tiny strands of gray hairs scatterings around the cranium.

“Father”? You called out , ever so softly. Your face scrunches up in a mix of shock,scared and a bit of disgust if you were being honest.

Why did he have to show up here. After everything he has done to!

He neglected me!

He ignored me!

And worst of all, i was the child that he never loved. It was always the Damien this. Dick that. Jason this and even Tim too!

Why couldn’t you be loved for once?

Were you really that unlovable?

Maybe Damien was right. You should of killed yourself long ago.

You were referring to a conversation that you and him had a while ago before the dinner.

Crying in your locked room, you sat quietly in the corner and crying your eyes out over a test. Your test in your hands and crumpled up completely stained with tear and scribbles of marker all over it.

It was kinda dumb now that think about it, it was only a 78 percent which was enough to get pass by with a nod from bruce.

Even tho you had a bit of training from bruce and dick, You hadn’t heard Damien come into your room and stand in front of your form, towering over you intil you heard his snobby childish voice.

“Of course,only you are weak enough to cry over trivial things such as a score on a paper.” he scoffed

You didn’t know why but you opened up to him as vulnerable as you were.

“ im sorry” , you cried, your voice shaky and unstable “ i did Everything right. I studied for days to get a full score on this but even tho i tried my best i was only been able to get less them I anticipated.”

He face palmed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust and disappointment.

“You will never get it will you”? He questioned.

Making you look up to him and utter confusion to his questions, stopping your cries leaving an annoying hiccups and sniffles.

“No matter how hard you try you will never be better then us in any form be it skills or academic. Im not even sure how my father got a hold of you but it was clear mistake. You clearly don’t belong with us or to be part of this prestige family”

Your blood shot eyes glaze over his striking emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce thru yours,full of pure hatred and disgust.

Your voice dry and horse manages to respond with a bombastic and confused “what”?

He spoke up,only getting more annoyed by the second.

“ i shouldn’t have to clarify. This is utterly stupid and meaningless like you. You aren’t even fathers real child, i was born be talent and resilient because i am fathers real offspring”.

“ you should even mention that, everyone in this house is family one way or another blood or not we are all equal” you spit back , slightly angry at his ignorance

“ its pathetic if you think we are all on the same level. I am better them every one here with the exception of father obviously”. He voice laced with malice and bad intentions.

“ the only reason why you act like you are better then everyone is because you were breed to be the perfect heir, it not comparable to my situation!”

He scoffs loudly, almost amused in a way.

“ you are only making more excuses for your sorry ass to hide behind!”, he raise his voice but quickly restrains himself from going louder.

“ im not making any excuses!”, your pain loud and shown. You stand up on your shaking legs that had fallen asleep way before the argument. You use one of your arms as support against the wall while point at him with the other other one . Straight. at .him . which seemed to aggravate him even more.

“You don’t get to talk! I have never made excuses up! Never when i had to pull all nighter and especially never when i begged for fathers approval or when i tried to train to be( emphasis on that word) what he originally wanted me to be. A robin and partner.” You voice faded at the last word. A partner you could have been to him. a daughter.

“I can not fathom you being a robin . You would of been worse then Grayson”. He smirked “The name would of been tarnished and with that reputation i would of never wanted to be the robin. My mothe-” you stop his gloating. The more he speak the more anger and pitiful you become. You can’t stand him being in your room, criticizing you for trying yours best so you end it quickly. You are so done with his entitled bs.

“just becuase you get to grown up in a place where everyone adore you doesn’t mean you get to act like you own this place. I didnt! Even tho i have been here longer then you i still need to prove myself!” Your voice shakes in a sign of weakness.Your are too close to crying to keep talking. Its ahed enough to stop yourself from shedding more tears in front of him and talking would probably break you even more.

You did need that right now.

“ you have all the blame. you said it yourself , you have been here longer but who is the forgotten one. Im still appalled father even liked you enough to take you in.” and with that he leaves, his comments hanging in the air as you stood there, dumb founded.

His voice so momotoned compared to his hurtful comments.

He spat venom and it seemed to seep into your vain, intoxicating you. Drowning you in a sorrow that now was infecting you quicker then you had hoped.

As his body slithered out of the room like a conniving snake with quickness. he turn one last time to you with his green emerald eyes.

“ and make sure to clean the blood of your neck. Its an awful sign to see if you aren’t go through with it.”

The door slammed shut as like clock work your back slide down against the wall, landing on the floor with force.

Shit.

You cursed at yourself. Instinctively your hand went to the aprt of your neck whoch had tried. Blood on it.

You had completely forgot about when the argument happend .

Your hand losses snd a tiny sharp piece of metal dropped onto the wooden floor.

You didnt even have to look down at the state of your hand. It was eveident in the exesive amount of blood that was drooping on the side and the throbbing feeling in your hand.

It was like a mini heart beat right on the palm of your hand, ready to be crushed.

Damn Damien. Why did it have to be him to come. Why couldn’t it be some one like dick or tim.

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Those were the words that stuck with you the most. It was pointless arguing because he was simply right. He is always right.

Ever since that night, you couldn’t look at him the same, the incident of that night just keep replaying on every corner of his face.

That night you cried and cried your poor little heart out until you couldn’t anymore. You learned that no matter how much you tried you would never be better then Damien… but you sure could try. If you couldn’t get his attention by education then something else could. What if you saved a life ? Would that be good enough.

*

You bolted awake, standing up right. You breathing was labored and quick. it felt like you had just run a marathom not incldue how fast your heart was breaking, you swore you could feel it trying to escape from body, banging on your ribcage for exit.

Water. You needed water. Your mouth was dry, really dry.

You could barely speak before a glass of water magically apeaired infront of you. Taking it without any question you drank it all with aggressiveness. So aggresive infact that some of the water spilled on you but it didn’t matter nor did you care, only to clech the thirst in your blood.

“ whoa whoa whoa, calm down,looks like someone is thirsty” you heard a soft chuckle along with it.

It sounded so familiar…so similar to…

Your head snapped to the your side where a short haired woman sat.

“ catwoman?”

[kpop-reactions-povs]

Stray Kids - When their S/O is shy around them

@channieschocco I’m sorry I took so long I hated every word I wrote idk why😭 so here goes nothing I hope you like it

Bang Chan

He notices it right away—the way your voice softens around him, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve, cheeks tinting pink when he catches you looking. It makes his heart clench in the gentlest way. “Hey,” he whispers, stepping closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t need to be shy around me, you know?” He speaks like you’re a song he never wants to stop listening to. And when you glance up at him with that bashful smile, he leans in and kisses your forehead. “But I won’t lie,” he adds with a grin, “you being this cute? Might kill me.”

Lee Know

He teases, of course—his love language wrapped in smirks and raised eyebrows. But when he sees how you duck your head, mumbling a compliment you can’t finish, his teasing fades into something softer. He walks over, gently takes your hand, and rests it over his chest. “You don’t have to hide from me, love. You already live here,” he murmurs, his free hand brushing your cheek. And when you finally meet his eyes, shy and vulnerable, he gives you a kiss that says everything his sarcasm can’t.

Changbin

The moment you shyly avoid his gaze, his entire demeanor melts. “Why are you so cute?” he says, like it’s a genuine complaint. He pulls you into his arms without warning, cradling your head against his chest. “You’re adorable when you stammer, you know that? Like you’re stealing my heart all over again.” He lifts your chin and smiles. “Don’t be shy. I’m yours. Every loud, intense, head-over-heels part of me.”

Hyunjin

He watches you with pure adoration in his eyes. When your voice trembles or you trip over your words around him, his smile is the softest thing in the world. “I love that you get flustered,” he whispers, cupping your face. “Not because I want you nervous—but because it means your heart’s racing for me the way mine always races for you.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, lingering. “But remember—you’re breathtaking. Even when you can’t see it.”

Han

You being shy? He finds it overwhelmingly precious. “Babe, why are you hiding your face?” he teases, pulling your hands away with a grin. “Do you know what that look does to me?” But then he softens, rubbing your knuckles gently. “You don’t ever have to shrink around me, okay? I’m yours. You can be awkward, flustered, nervous… and I’ll still fall harder every time.” Then he kisses you like he’s trying to say all the things he can’t joke his way out of.

Felix

Felix notices every little thing—the way your voice falters when he compliments you, or how you glance away when he stares too long. And it just makes him love you more. “Angel,” he whispers, his deep voice tender, “you never have to be shy with me. But I get it. I get nervous around you too.” He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “Let’s be soft together, yeah? You with your shy smile, me with my nervous heart.”

Seungmin

He acts like he doesn’t notice at first, but he’s watching you more carefully than anyone. He’ll let you squirm a bit, enjoying your flustered reactions, but when you truly look overwhelmed, he leans in, voice calm. “You’re too hard on yourself,” he says. “You don’t need to earn my love by being anything other than exactly who you are.” Then, after a pause, he adds, “But I’m keeping this cute version of you forever. That’s non-negotiable.”

I.N

He’s flustered right along with you. Every time you get shy, he can’t help the way his ears turn pink too. “You’re… so cute when you do that,” he mutters, grinning like he’s the one crushing. Then he takes your hand, playing with your fingers shyly. “It’s okay to be quiet. I like it. It’s… sweet. Soft. Just like you.” His thumbs brush circles on your palm as he kisses it, whispering, “I hope you always feel safe around me, even if your heart’s racing.”

[ssaalexblake]

It's really frustrating when people mix their allegories and treat squid game like it's criticizing the same thing that the hunger games is, because it's not aiming for the same societal issue.

While thg is critiquing western society (specifically american) and asking readers to acknowledge that They are the capitol no matter how much personal power or wealth they do or don't hold, Squid Game is actually shooting for something else.

Squid Game is not telling you you're a VIP. You're nothing like the VIP's. "Isn't it funny that us watching this show are just like the VIP's???" Well, no, because unless you happen to be reading this post while also being a billionaire, you are supposed to understand that you are Not a VIP, you are one of their toys.

The vast range of people who ended up victimised by this entire twisted organisation are meant to say to the viewers that yeah! this is You! This could be you! Gi-Hun had a string of bad luck, some police brutality, trauma, and ultimately a gambling addiction and it ended up with him ending up on their radar. Sang-Woo seemed to have it allll going for him and he very much represents the educated and seemingly wealthy (but not super rich) demographic and shows you that They are not immune to this either. Ali was in trouble and ended up there because of systematic racism. Sae-Byeok needed money to bring her mother to safety as she had no choice but to use human traffickers to do so. Some people have made bad investments. Others need to pay for medical care.

My point is, there's no mould for the average contestant because it's literally just anybody who's had some bad luck, and that is something that nobody is immune to. Hell, Guem-Ja by all accounts didn't even have any bad luck, she's literally there to help her son out! Jun-Hee needs money as a young mother, society isn't going to help her, that's not how capitalism works.

This organisation preys on anyone and everyone.

They expand on this even further in S2 to give us an eye into the world of the guards through No-Eul and the salesman. Both of them were headhunted when they had nothing as well. While neither of them were said to be in debt, they still needed work. It's as simple as that. It's as simple as No-Eul also working at the theme park as an actor, she's just poor and needs the money to survive. These 'kids' they keep unmasking in the games are just the same as a kid working in fast food their first job. They need work and this is what's available.

Of course, there's an amount of brutality there too, but clearly the people who try and find contestants and employees do their research into who to put where. Guards seem to be poor but not in debt. They also need to be capable of at Least disposing of hundreds of bodies (the salesman says that the crematorium is the bottom level job, it looks like they desensitize the people to death and Then give them guns to actively kill. No-Eul who had already killed people and was a good shot to boot probably got to skip the entry level part of the job).

I'm glad they went into who the guards are because it really still highlights that the rich use the poor for entertainment, and they use the poor to police those other poor people, and if the poor revolt the people dying are Still poor people. The VIP's still aren't dying or paying for any of this. The system is entirely rigged.

Which leads me back around to this; You are not like a VIP for watching squid game, and the show is trying to tell you the opposite of this.

The show is telling you that You are one of the pawns in the rich people's games and that no matter what happens in this system, no matter if you're unlucky and in debt or if you're just a low class young adult getting paid to be a guard in (to use an extreme understatement) a very morally ambiguous job, it's still Always the poor people being hurt because the people in with the money and power are not facing consequences for this at all.

I actually think one of the revelations in S3 for the characters will be that In-Ho actually doesn't have any power to effect change at all. I mean, he's in charge, but I kind of think he's at most the equivalent of the manager of an insanely upmarket hotel that caters to the super rich like those vegas casinos. The rich people may talk to these managers cordially, but in the end he's still just an employee and nothing more.

Gi-Hun and co (whoever that will be by the time it happens) will find him and discover that their plan to capture him to get answers will be effectively useless because they've Still not aimed high enough.

To kill this system you need to cut the head off the snake(s). Those are the billionaire VIP's.

I'm not sure that Gi-Hun even knows they exist.

But yes. THG is telling you that you are the capitol. Squid Game is telling you that you are a toy for the rich and you are not and never will be one of the VIP's (even if you 'win' at capitalism AKA the games you're still just a middle manager or still cheap entertainment to them). You are one of the contestants, actually. Or maybe a guard. But not a VIP. Both of these messages can exist in harmony, actually, but they're not the same. And you're certainly not like a VIP because you turned on a fictional TV show specifically about anti-capitalism.

Except of course the muskrat who I believe said he watched this back when S1 came out. He's literally a VIP. This rebuttal of viewers being like the VIP's specifically excludes him.

[alltimecharlo]

hi!! would you be willing to write any more alpha will / omega mack?? i love all of your omegaverse fics, but reallly loved that one you wrote!

yes of course!! leaning into mack’s brattiness here lol, it’s on my mind after that video with his awards! alpha will’s the only one who can control it ;)🩵

The thing about Mack is—he’s not a bad omega.

He’s just bratty as hell.

Will figures it out about two weeks after they room together for prospect camp. They’re both rookies, new to the league, new to the Sharks, shoved into a hotel room and just enough space to barely tolerate each other.

Except Will does tolerate Mack. He likes him, even.

But Mack? Mack is a menace.

He slams cabinets when he’s annoyed. Picks fights at practice when drills run too long. Huffs and glares when people get in his space—and he’s mouthy, which is the worst part. He’s got this look, all narrowed eyes and defiant chin, and Will swears he only uses it when he knows it’ll get a rise out of him.

Which. Fine.

Will doesn’t mind the attitude.

He minds when Mack aims it at him.

Like now.

“You ate my protein bars,” Mack says, standing in the room in an old pair of sweats and a hoodie that may or may not be Will’s. His scent is high and sour with irritation.

Will, halfway through his third one, shrugs. “They were in our cupboard.”

“They were mine.”

Will lifts a brow. “You wanna fight about it?”

Mack steps closer. He’s small—smaller than Will, but he squares his shoulders like he isn’t. “Maybe I do.”

Will stares at him, chewing slowly. He can feel Mack’s brattiness bubbling, just below the surface. The way he’s scenting sharp and pissy. The way his cheeks are flushed, pupils a little wide.

This isn’t really about protein bars. It’s about whatever stressball is wound tight inside Mack’s chest today. Practice. Media. Coach snapping at him during film review.

Mack’s always been like this—louder when he’s overwhelmed, pricklier when he needs comfort.

Most alphas don’t get it.

Will does.

He tosses the wrapper, wipes his fingers on his sweatpants, and says, calm and even, “You gonna keep acting like this, little omega?”

Mack’s mouth drops open. “Don’t call me that.”

Will tilts his head. “Why not?”

“You know why,” Mack snaps.

Will steps forward. “No, I don’t think I do. Want to tell me, sweetheart?”

Mack makes a strangled noise. His scent spikes—clove and heat, heady and angry and deeply flustered.

Will smiles. “You’re being real loud for someone who’s one whiff away from being sweet again.”

“Fuck off,” Mack hisses.

And that’s when Will moves.

Not fast. Not aggressive.

Just close.

He crowds into Mack’s space until the kitchen counter is at Mack’s back and Will’s chest is at his front, and they’re breathing the same air. Mack bristles, stubborn as ever—but his bottom lip trembles, just for a second, and his scent shifts—still sharp, still bratty, but threaded now with need.

Will leans down, brushes the bridge of his nose along Mack’s jaw. Not touching anywhere else.

Just scent.

Just enough to remind Mack who he’s dealing with.

“You done yet?” Will murmurs.

Mack doesn’t answer.

So Will goes for the kill.

He presses his scent gland directly against Mack’s cheek, jaw flexed, breath warm, and lets out a slow exhale of pheromones—grounding, dominant, alpha.

Mack melts.

Not instantly—he fights it, of course he does—but Will’s scent hits him hard. Mack’s eyes flutter closed, his fists clench in Will’s hoodie, and his knees wobble just the tiniest bit.

“There it is,” Will whispers, amused.

Mack breathes in again, slower this time. His whole body softens. His scent quiets, rolling over into calm-spicy and pliant, like a switch flipped.

Will grins against his skin. “You gonna behave now, baby?”

Mack growls. It’s pathetic. Muffled. Half-hearted. “You’re such a smug asshole.”

Will noses into his hair. “You love it.”

Mack doesn’t respond.

Because his face is now pressed directly against Will’s neck, mouth just shy of the alpha scent gland, breathing deep like he needs it to survive. Which, honestly—he kind of does. Will’s scent has always worked on him like nothing else. The only one who can short-circuit Mack’s tantrums. The only one who can make him feel safe and settled and seen without saying much at all.

Will strokes a hand down Mack’s spine. “That’s better.”

Mack mumbles something into his hoodie.

“What was that?” Will teases.

“I said,” Mack lifts his head enough to glare weakly, “you’re so fuckin’ full of yourself.”

Will smirks. “You say that like you didn’t just bury your face in my neck like a little heat-drunk pup.”

Mack scowls. “Don’t call me—”

“Little omega,” Will says again, low and warm.

Mack swats at him, scent blooming with flustered heat, and Will catches his wrist easily, kisses the inside of it.

“You’re impossible,” Mack mutters.

“You love it,” Will says again, even softer.

Mack looks at him for a long moment. “Yeah,” he says eventually. Quiet. Honest.

Will’s grin softens into something real. “Yeah,” he echoes, nuzzling close again. “I know.”

They stay like that for a while—Mack tucked into Will’s chest, scent mellow, the tension long gone.

And later, when they’re curled up on the couch and Will starts nosing into Mack’s hair again just to watch him blush and whine—

Mack only complains a little.

♡

[isasweetie]

prissy making rafe sit thru her try on haul with all the stuff he bought for her pleaseeee gf

you happily open the door to rafe’s big house as he walks in behind you, muscular arms heavy with shopping bags. victoria’s secret, garage, hollister, aritzia; you name it, and he probably has a bag from there. you’d just come home from the mall, where you spent money on rafe’s card all day, leading him around from shop to shop. he was forced to sit on the couch in changerooms, among other impatient boyfriends who were waiting for their girls to get tired and want to go home.

it’s not that rafe didn’t enjoy spending money on you. he adored the smiles and loving he would get after he spoiled you. it was no big deal, and it made you happy, so why wouldn’t he? rafe just didn’t like walking around all day, bored out of his damn mind.

he was happy to go drop the bags on the kitchen table and crash on the couch, sitting for the first time all day. he lets out a breath, shutting his eyes, stretching his forearms after the heavy lifting of lace and other fabrics he did today. “hey baby, get me a whiskey?” he asks you.

his eyes peek open when there’s no answer, and his ears perk up when he hears bags rustling. only then does he realize what he’s subjected himself to — a fashion show.

two minutes later, after you’ve rushed off into the downstairs washroom with all your new clothes, you emerge in a brand new outfit. you’re wearing your new aritzia pink tank top and white mini skirt, all smiles as you pretend you’re on the runway. you stand in front of him and pose, giggling. “d’you like it?” you ask him.

“yeah, yeah baby, ‘course i do,” he answers, feeling the material of the edge of the skirt in between his fingers when you come closer to him, standing in between his legs. “nice shit, huh? that why it was $80?”

you nod. “mhm. and that’s cheap for aritzia. usually this skirt is like, $100, but it was on sale,”

he whistles as if that’s a surprise, knowing that clothes should not be that expensive. “jesus, that’s fuckin’ stupid,” he mutters, then he lets go of your skirt and leans back once more.

“i know, right?”

he nods and then decides to change the topic. “you wanna sit now? you must be tired as well,”

you shake your head no, furrowing your eyebrows as if the offer itself is confusing you. “what? no, i have so much more stuff, baby, need to show you all of it.”

he lets out a breath, not out of relaxation anymore but moreso stress. he loves you, and he thinks your little fashion shows are adorable, but all he needs right now is a drink and you in his arms. “a;tight, hurry up though, yeah?” you pout a bit because he’s not being fun, but nod nonetheless and go back to the washroom.

you come out in a few more pretty dresses and outfits, spinning around and showing him all the details of your little outfits. “look, do you like this top?” you ask him, bending down a bit in front of him to show him the lace trim on the neckline. “isn’t this pretty?”

“yeah, very pretty,” he agrees gruffly. “let me get a drink, alright? can we take an, uh, an… intermission, or whatever?”

your mouth parts a bit, offended by that. “no, rafey, don’t be a jerk,”

“hey, c’mon, my head is killing me and i’m fuckin’ tired, let me get a whiskey,” he defends himself.

“no, let me show you my haul, you’re no fun!” you whine, pushing his shoulder when he tries to get up. “please be nice, i’m excited.”

the minute you whine, he relents with a sigh. “fine, baby, whatever,” he mutters.

you smile the minute he agrees, any sign of anger or impatience faded away as you kiss his cheek and walk away. “i’ll show you the fun stuff next rafey,” you promise before you go back in the washroom.

you change into a pretty pink lacy two-piece of lingerie from victoria’s secret. this is sure to lighten his spirits, make him interested in the show you’re giving him.

his blue eyes widen a bit when he sees you. god, he can never resist you, can he? he’s such a grump, but the minute you’re in something like that, his defences are broken. you have a bright smile on your face when you see his expression, and you giggle and spin for him. “d’you like it rafe?” you ask.

he sighs as if that’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked. “do i like it? fuck, look at you in it, i’m rock hard already.”

you’re all happy now that you’ve got him hard, thinking that now you’ll get to show him more stuff without him being impatient. so, you go to rush back to the washroom to try on more lingerie. he quickly stands up too and grabs you when you quickly try to retreat. you gasp but smile as he picks you up and practically throws you onto the couch, and he quickly goes on top of you.

“hey, nahhh, c’mon,” he smiles down at you, playing with the lace of your bra with the hand that’s not holding him up. “don’t i get a reward for sitting through all this shit? i mean— you come out in lingerie, i thought meant it was time for our intermission.” this time, that word doesn’t make you frown, because you know what it means.

so, as he fiddles to get your pretty bra off, you spread your legs and let him go get his reward. it was going to be a long intermission.

a/n — k im finally adding a little authors note section hip hip hooray! this ending is actual asscheeks!!!! i could notttt figure out how to end it but u get the gist!

[n3ptoonz]

'A Burning Memory'

Pairing: WinterSoldier!Bucky/F!Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warnings/tags: Smut, Explicit/NSFW; pre CA:TWS, not happy ending, slight(?) angst, plot heavy, reader is a black widow, mild fighting, riding, kissing, they have history, reader calls him james - there is a reason why, reader can speak russian, SHE/HER USED, sub!bucky, think of this as canon divergence, partially inspired by the book! half proofread, yes this is also inspired by the song, "i love you" and "I'm sorry" in the same fic, i feel evil, indigo plays way too much rivals

Word count: 2k

TWO IN A DAY? OOOOO (this flow is going to die at midnight)

italicized text in quotations means Russian is being spoken. bold italicized means flashback

>>if you recognize the beginning from a cai bot, that is because it is my bot. anyway, onward!

You left him.

Well, no. You escaped. You escaped all the torment and destruction to your body. You were over the experiments and lashings. The bright lights. The harsh conditions of training. The force of submission. You were done. However, the 'mindless' soldier didn't see it that way.

He was sent out to find and capture you, kill if necessary. One could say he's half in, half out. They told him you're a traitor and ran out on him for your own personal gain and he believed it. Part in mission, part personally. But you've been strategically hiding for months--not knowing you were hiding from him. You figured they'd send HYDRA agents and keep working on him. You hadn't a clue who he really was, nor were you so sure of your own identity, but you never thought the time you spent going on those assassin duo missions would stick to him.

You're squatting in an empty house not abandoned too long ago. It was night and you could already barely sleep, lying awake on the stolen blankets while using your own jacket for cover. You sighed frustratedly and went to go grab a bottled water from the pantry when you feel a cold, metal hand cover your mouth and a gun click, poking your rib.

"Remember me?"

Being the only one qualified to keep up with the Winter Soldier was only a curse. There were no blessings. Okay, maybe there was one. That one...no, three times you two "protected each other" whenever the signal would go out on your earpieces. Otherwise known as, nobody was there to watch your every move. Couldn't hear what you were saying... nothing. You know, the cliche of being in small, dark spaces with someone and you just so happen to brush up against a spot that was sensitive enough to get a reaction out of him of all people.

The supposed armed and dangerous man, most feared assassin the world...let you take his mask off for the first time.

"Turn around." he said, now poking the gun into your back. His accent has gotten thicker since you'd last seen him, which only meant one thing: they definitely wiped his memory again. You managed to swipe his files alongside yours before you got outta there. He's American, but he didn't know that. He still spoke Russian like it was nobody's business.

You obeyed and slowly turned around, dropping the water bottle as you watched his every move. It made you...sad to see him like this.

"I remember you." you said with a neutral tone. "I'm not going to fight you."

He didn't like that. All his enemies are supposed to fight back. There's no such thing as surrender. No hostages. Only pain. He put the gun down but his left hand--the metal one--reached out and grabbed you by the throat, pushing you harshly against a nearby wall. It was dark in the house, but you could still see the void pool in his steel blue eyes.

"Like hell you won't." he said. His jaw clenched behind his mask, but why? Why was he genuinely so pissed? Why hasn't he just knocked you out and taken you with him by now?

You gasped for air as you tried to stay alert and awake. "You need to- remember-" you strained and weakly kicked his padded torso to no avail. He grunted and squeezed harder, but then was caught all the way off guard when you punched him in the middle of his forehead. This made his grip loosen slightly, allowing you leeway to bring your legs up onto his arm and flip him over on his side.

When you landed on the floor next to him, clutching your chest as you regained consciousness, you realized you might have to either A) run as far as possible now or B) try to get through to him. Which is less impossible? Which would hurt less?

He grunted as he went to sit up. You rolled over before he could be within grabbing distance.

"I'm not going to fight you." you repeated as you stood to your feet with your hands up. You watched him get up as quickly as he fell before charging at you. You cursed as you realized you're going to have to, in fact, fight him. It's not like you weren't prepared. You're Red Room. He's HYDRA. It was tango only you two could dance.

It didn't last very long before he had you in a headlock with that same metal arm. You couldn't afford to almost lose consciousness again because this time you'd actually get to dreamland a whole lot faster. So, on impulse, you reached up and snatched his mask off.

"It's just me," she whispered, slowly removing his mask while he let her. He's already seen her full face but it's like she got...prettier.

He let go of you and stumbled backwards, feeling his face, cringing at the cool air hitting it. He stared at you, dumbfounded, nobody has ever tried that before.

They share a kiss. A short and sweet one. Her lips were so soft, so real. So perfect. She's seen me without my mask and didn't run away. She's not afraid of me like the others. She's-

"Who are you?" he muttered. His eyes darting between you and the mask in your hand.

"It's me." you whispered. "I'm not a threat to you, James." you added and slowly set the mask down. You slowly walked towards him and this time he didn't move, didn't make any effort to push you back or fight you again.

He remembers drinking in her quiet, precious moans as they kissed again. She was a drug. Something suddenly worth risking the entire mission for. His life. The consequences of getting too close to, well, anybody. He's a soldier. The perfect soldier who let some woman distract him, but damn it all.

He remembers what it felt like to drag his flesh hand along her leather clad hips. Her ass and thighs, her breasts-

"James," you stood directly in front of him with your hands still up. "You know me. You know it's me."

God, she smelled so good too. Her skin was warm and welcoming, as opposed to literally everybody else who poked and prodded at him under harsh lights and cold rooms. The first and only time anybody had power over him that was wanted, not forced.

He flinched when you grabbed his hand, his eyes shooting daggers at yours as his entire body tensed. But then he looked at you again, under the moonlight that bounced off the walls and into your facial features. Your soft lips and pretty eyes. Those casual clothes that vaguely reminded him of how you looked with nothing on. He uttered your name quietly, more for himself than you.

"Yes," you replied with a smile and a nod. "And your real name is James. Many called you 'Bucky'."

And it was all a flash. His brows furrowed as his brain suddenly fogged. That name...that damn name...why does it affect him like his. He took one good look at you. The way you looked up at him desperately, yet determinedly was like the last time you saw each other.

The signal had gone out once again-

Fuck it.

He grabbed your face and kissed you like no other. It was hungry. It was sad. It was hurt. It was happy. It was...

"Perfect," he muttered against your lips. There was no time to process what just occurred when he pulled you with him, sitting on the couch and clutched your hand in his. It was like he was unsure of himself, but you got the hint. He remembered.

He remembered the last mission. You let go of his hand and started stripping yourself half naked. He watched like a man who'd never seen anything like this before. His head tilted the second you loomed over him and undid his pants, just enough to tug down past his thighs.

That mission had to be the most risky, as there were foes on all sides that had no clue you two were there. This time was different. You technically had all the time in the world. Or at the very least all night.

You normally would entertain the idea of foreplay and all the jazz but truly, it looked like he was about to implode if you didn't start bouncing on it right this second. He uttered your name again, the rest of it dying in his throat when you sank down in his lap. You shushed him as you adjusted, wanting him to savor it and not get overwhelmed. He was still very vulnerable in this state. He had to know you had no intention of taking advantage of him like everybody else.

You set a slow pace, holding his gaze and cupping his jaw like he was a delicate flower. He looked at you like you were an angel before you kissed him gently, letting your fingers run through his hair. You felt his arms creep around your waist to hold you close, to which you didn't mind. He groaned softly and relished in everything coming back to him.

It didn't go as far back as pre-serum, but he could recall your chemistry and how well you worked together. What it felt like to be inside you for the first time. To come a little too close to cumming inside you for the first time. He needed that feeling again, again, and again.

"I missed you," you said softly and rolled your hips. You could feel his grip tightening on them as you both knew he had full jurisdiction to pick you up and finish the job himself. But he didn't want to. Not with you. "A lot."

You picked up the pace and let your face nuzzle on his shoulder, unbothered by the tactical gear that should've for sure had you shaking in your boots. That and the unmistakable musky scent that belonged to him.

He grunted in response to both your words and this new pace. Your silky walls weren't shy in welcoming him home. He could feel your soft curves molding to his hard body, your body fitting perfectly against his own.

This was wrong. Going against his mission. The Winter Soldier never failed a mission and he'd just been compromised by the target. By his mission.

But who cares? This was Bucky. Bucky was utterly in love with you, even if you just met this year. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, desperate to take you with him. He could hear you panting against his ear and whining pathetically. Just what Bucky wanted. Just what Bucky needed.

"Please, come with me," he silently pleaded. Whether it meant literally now or joining him in completely abandoning his mission, that was ultimately out the window as he crashed. Bucky had the mind to pull you up as you came too, watching both of you make a mess in awe and satisfaction.

You trembled in his hold, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm so sorry I left you." you whispered. "I love you so much." you added and collapsed back into his lap, holding him tightly.

And suddenly his grip around you got weaker, more limp. Your eyes widened when you felt his hands fall to his sides on the couch. The light in eyes was gone and his pupils were dilated.

"James," you shook him, holding his face in panic as he didn't respond at all. "James!"

You rolled off of him and quickly stuffed him back into his pants before throwing on the rest of your clothes. He was gone; passed out. When you heard faint noises of people outside, you cursed under your breath and looked for an exit. Your heart ached at the sight of him clearly deactivated in some way.

You'll never know if he heard your sorry or your confession as you crawled through the fire escape. The mask being put back in his lap to maybe signal that you were here, with him. Yet all it did was prove he failed. And that's all he'll know. Everything else might as well have fell on deaf ears.

Because now, it just remains a burning memory.

[witchygagirlwrites]

How Dare You-Part 4

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Deuce/ surname of Barlowe. No first name used)

Jay doesn’t like the cards currently dealt to him by any means or the fact that it seems someone else has the hand he craves

Warnings: talk of sex, infidelity, gun violence, people getting trapped in cement, and I think thats it??

“Yo Halstead?” Jay could feel his back teeth grind together when Davidson called his name. He stopped walking and turned to face the other man, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Yeah man, what’s up?” “What’s the background with you and Barlowe?”  He waved a hand “What do you mean?” “The way you two looked at each other when she introduced her team. The way you two continue to look at each other. How her team keeps playing keep away with her any time you get near her but the rest of us are allowed. Apparent there’s some story there. Everyone is wondering I’m just the only one with enough balls to actually ask you”

Jay scoffed “Lets see if you have enough balls to ask her. I’m not getting into it. She hates me, all you need to know. Will she let anything happen to any of you because of it? Hell no. She’s good at her job and knows what she’s doing” Davidson nodded slowly “So, good and juicy backstory then huh?” then turned and walked off. 

Jay watched him and shook his head. This was supposed to a clean slate. Trying to find his balance again and yet it seemed life wanted to fuck him over at every damn turn. He needed to find the black and white again. The balance of good guys and bad guys yet he had to face you every damn day and you were damn sure not about to give him even an inch of leadway. 

He knew he’d fucked up a lot, knew he’d changed so much from the man he once was, the man he wanted to be but damn. You wouldn’t look his way as soon as a mission was over. Your team wouldn’t let him get within three feet of you. So, he could be trusted to have your back in the field but not say two words to you outside of it? That, he found fucking stupid.

He knew what he did to you in Chicago was fucked up. He never should have lied to you about being married but damn, he hadn’t seen you in years. You owned him in a way no other woman had ever managed to. He hadn’t lied when he said letting you go was the worst thing he’d ever done, well one of now. 

He’d come clean to Hailey the next day about sleeping with you. She’d cried, yelled. Broken a few things then finally told him to get out. Two days after that he came into work and signed divorce papers were sitting on his desk.  Then that last cover up….it was just too much. He’d gone through shit too so why were you acting like you were the only one who’d dealt with shit?

Not to mention your damn attack dog Travis. He was the worst one out of your team. All of them were overly protective of you, sliding between you and him, pulling you away from him and sometimes just straight up telling him “Don’t speak to her” but Travis? That man would work shoulder to shoulder with him in the field, have his back just fine when gunfire was raining down on them then the moment everything was over and calm? He’d look like he wanted to kill him. 

What the fuck had you told your team about him? Because those looks? Those actions? They damn sure weren’t from reading his background from his first time being active in the army or from his service record in CPD. No, they were all you. 

He knew he hadn’t loved you like he should have but he did love you. Hell he still loved you, rather you would ever believe that or not. That was one thing Hailey had thrown at him “YOU NEVER MOVED PAST HER! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MARRY ME?” he didn’t have an answer for that. Maybe because you scared him, you always had because you weren’t afraid of anything. Hell even when you were terrified you dug your heels in and went for it anyways. Now he was here and having to face you daily and wasn’t even being allowed to attempt to move forward because you wouldn’t let him.

Jay walked into the meeting that Nolan had called. You stood at the front of the room next to him with your arms crossed. Travis stood with his shoulder touching yours, both yours and his eyes tracked Jay. Nice to know he was the center of attention for some fucking reason.

Once everyone was accounted for you nodded to Nolan who cleared his throat. “For the next few weeks all of you will be working and living in close quarters. The last mission or so were closer where you could do them and get back here within a day or so. It won’t be like this now. You’ll be moving out further, pushing out into different territories. The FBI team will be provided with a vehicle and a few of you will be assigned to accompany them. There will also be a med team picked to go with all of you”

“Are we active or recon?” Jay asked and Nolan cut his eyes at you. You stepped forward, Travis watching you closely “A mixture of both actually. There are targets along the way, there’s recon points along the way. The goal is simply just to see what we can get done over the next couple weeks” 

He nodded. “Understood” you stepped back next to Nolan who looked around “Everyone get your gear in line you’ll roll out at first light”  everyone made sounds of agreement as they were dismissed. Jay heard you mutter to Travis “This is just gonna be so much fun” and Travis chuckle “Don’t worry Deuce, I got ya” 

Yeah, he bet Travis did indeed have you. He shook his head and walked out. He needed to get his own damn gear in line, not worry about whatever the hell was going on with you and your right hand man. You might be over this thing but he was still leading the squad. He had to be there for them. 

You tossed your bag into the humvee and groaned under your breath when you heard the squad joining your team on the blacktop. You actually got along pretty well with most of them. They were good soldiers, decent people. Jay was just a trigger for you personally. 

You turned to face them, cutting your eyes at your team before clearing your throat. “Davidson, Lopez, Franklin. You’ll be with me and Travis. Jones and Adams, you’ll escort our medics with Samantha and Marcel. The rest of you are with Halstead”

You looked around before locking eyes with Jay “That arrangement good with you?” he nodded slowly, holding your eyes for a few heartbeats before he finally spoke “Fine by me. Who’s leading this little convoy, Supervisory Special Agent Barlowe?” you raised an eyebrow at his tone and the fact that he used your full title. He was trying you in front of his squad and your team before going out in the field. Really? The lot of you would be living in close quarters in fucking tents and sleeping on cots or the ground for the next couples weeks and he wanted to bring out the fucking rulers as if you both didn’t know exactly what each other was bringing to the table.

“We’ll lead it, stick the medics in the middle and you can watch our six. Unless that’s not ok with you?” you asked and he shrugged “Fine by me. Remember this is your call”  “Then by all means, let’s load up and roll out. I’d like to hit the first waypoint on schedule” 

“Yes ma’am” he replied and nodded the soldiers traveling with him “You heard her, load up”

___________________

Davidson was driving the humvee, you were sitting in the front seat next to him. You were maybe half an hour from base when he cut his eyes at you “So, Barlowe. We’ve all been wondering..”  You cut him off “If the next words have anything to do with your squad leader pull over now and I’ll go ahead and throat punch you and get it over with”

Travis started laughing from his spot behind you “She means it” Davidson shook his head “Oh hell no. I’m not going there. We were wondering about the nickname Deuce” “All of you?” you asked, turning slightly to look at the other occupants of the vehicle. Lopez and Franklin both nodded. You met Travis’ eyes and he grinned “Ok, that they can know”

He laughed “Deuce is a nickname for Medusa. Long story short, we were chasing a human trafficking ring, there was a cement truck” you watched everyone’s faces as they made the connection. “I didn’t purposely mean for half of them to end up in cement but what the hell were they gonna do? Say no? Say stop?” 

Davidson grinned “Oh I like you even more now” you laughed “Good to know” 

_______________________

Jay had decided to drive, just to have something to do but sit there and overthink. There was a low murmur of different conversations happening around him. He got along with his team, hell he’d made friends with most of them. He just didn’t want to talk at the moment.  He was thinking about the fact that you’d always known Travis. You’d mentioned him even back when the two of you were together. When had you gotten this close with him? Was it when you were with him? Was it just after you’d taken the positions on the international team at the same time, which was weird enough on its own. Would he have to see Travis sneaking into your tent or vice versa? Army regs said the two of you couldn’t be in each other's tents after lights out since you weren’t married but that wasn’t like that ever stopped anyone. Everyone always found a work around to that. You would have to share with Samantha and the women in his squad. 

He didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to hold his damn tongue when it was so obvious what the hell was going on yet you’d been ready to persecute him for getting with a partner. He rotated his neck in a tight circle and Reynolds tapped his shoulder “You good Halstead?” 

He realized how tight he’d been clenching the wheel so he loosened his grip and nodded, “Yeah, I’m good” 

Part 5

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[bestangelofall]

crossover where nightwing has to work with black widow. (maybe a retelling of an existing black widow storyline through nightwing pov narrating how competent nat is.)

we all know the memes. of course we assume nightwing is going to hit on the woman with long red hair. and maybe he is attracted to nat. her competence and her composure. that is understandable. but what really get the quiet intensity of his attention are her interactions with yelena.

they know the extent of each other's skills completely. they move like they're the same person. sometimes yelena tries to show off and show up nat. she is supposed to be unimpressed, but nightwing picks up the tiny body language cues of her enjoyment. when they look at each other and touch each other, they linger. when they're injured, they can tell where the other is hiding her pain, and press down where the pressure will soothe. they're usually fiercely independent and yet they seem to naturally fall back to each other. nat grips yelena painfully in an argument and nightwing's quick eye catches that yelena's first reaction is pleasure. their gloved fingers skim under the straps on each other's thighs to adjust their holsters. casually reach for each other's hips to exchange the gear between the compartments of their belts.

in the end they finish the mission. natal--black widow and white widow are going to fall back to their safehouse. to rest. sure. nightwing's face is a bit flushed and he's trembling a bit when they debrief and part ways. as soon as he's alone he is sweating and panting and forcing himself fully suited into a cold shower. he needs to DO THINGS to his own successor. he needs to get on yelenat's level. he has been mentally torturing himself with guilt and self hatred over his indulgent dark homoerotic selfcestuous seduction of his younger brother. and now he realizes for all his guilt he's a mere whitebread idiotbaby compared to chad senpai dom black widow's GAME. his lover deserves better--he can't let him find out how he's been depriving him. thigh holsters. he is going to die.

Anon, I'm-

Ok so first of all, Yelenat's gloved fingers skimming under the straps of their thigh holsters??? Holy shit. The imagery <3 god I love it and I'm including that in my Yelenat notes and putting that in a fic.

Second, I have thought about a Yelenat and Dickjay crossover before, because there is some intersection in why I ship both of these, at least on the surface.

Also I love this established Yelenat, where they are so familiar with each other, AND trusting and complementing each other is SO 😍😍 given their history. I imagine it's been a while they are together, to get to that point. It reminds me of the vibes of BW2020 (sans the mischaracterization in that run).

Seeing Yelenat makes Dick think "I get Jason dressing up as Nightwing now 😔" <- hates it because he also remembers Jason killed people in his name, so he just jerks off very guiltly and ashamedly to his dark selfcestuous fantasies of what happened in New York. Until that isn't enough anymore, of course.

Also, he'd been trying, okay, to not get irritated and unreasonably mad whenever Jason didn't fight/move similar to *him* in the field whenever they were out together. Now he wants the Yelenat level of synchronicity, and by god, he will get all the other influences (especially those that are purely Bruce's 🤨) out of Jason.

Also, ahem, I think he catches Nat calling Yelena "little one", and from that point on, "little wing" is completely ruined for him (and so will it be for Jason) .

On another note, imagine Dick finding out about the body-swap 🤔 a totally reasonable measure to take with your successor who's obsessed with you.

Thank you anon, I love this ask!

[theoppositequeens]

look around, look inside

Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing) Rating: T Tags & warnings: Underage sex, Asexuality, Aegosexual Bodhi Durran

Read on Ao3 here.

So here is the emotional glass bauble I wrote at 2 am tonight. Please treat it with care? <3 And if it hits close to home for someone else, feel free to come talk to me!

Thank you, @shipmistress9 for betaing this🖤🤍💜 And @ellebellewritesfic my darling, for unwavering support!

Written for Bodhi Week 2025 by @empyreanevents Day 1: Right Hand. Title from Dye the Water Green - Bibio.

look around, look inside

Sometimes Bodhi wonders if there's something wrong with him.

It's been like that since he was a teenager. All around him, his friends were talking about first kisses and crushes, and those he could get behind, but then it started being about sex. And he started pretending – at first not even consciously, because yeah, the idea of sex was nice. He used to daydream and think about it and it definitely got him going. Bodhi listened in awe to Garrick and Xaden when they let him sit in on their discussions about conquests, and in theory it was hot and interesting, but he started feeling squeamish when they teased him about who he'd try it out with.

His cousin and his cousin's best friend usually let him off the hook, not pressing when he started blushing and avoiding the question. His friends were more forthright, and Bodhi definitely answered things like which girl in class is the prettiest? or which girl has the nicest legs? But it was the whole if you had to choose who you'd want to give you a blowjob, who would it be? and all the other similar questions. He never understood the concept of wanting that. Their group of friends used to watch the infantry that were garrisoned at Aretia to keep the peace, and scan over the cadets, pointing them out. Bodhi usually just defaulted to saying he'd prefer his current crush, or then he picked the objectively most attractive person.

Bodhi understands beauty.

He finds people beautiful and can appreciate their looks, but he's never looked at someone and gotten turned on. He's never looked at someone and thought: yeah, I want to fuck that person.

It's not like he didn't kiss girls when he was younger – and a few boys, just to be sure – but nothing ever made him want to do more. It was just something one did, and the kissing is nice, he enjoys that – to a point.

Sometimes he wonders if he liked the idea that they liked him. If maybe the mental representation of their desire was what turned him on. If being wanted was the motivation behind even trying, or if it was peer pressure.

It confuses the shit out of him, because it's not like he doesn't get aroused.

That part of him works just fine, thank you very much, and he can get off by himself: fast or slow or edging himself until he blanks out from how good the orgasm is.

The idea of sex is hot. The dirty Tyrrish sonnets he snuck into his own room from the library to read in his teens were damn enjoyable. And if there were some suspicious stains on them when he returned them, no one will ever know who it was.

For a while, after the apostasy, Bodhi just thought maybe the trauma had killed his libido. Even if he woke hard sometimes in the mornings, he felt no need to sate that urge with another person, and he chalked it up to grief.

Then he tried having sex, and it didn't go too well.

Mostly, it was pressure. The place he was fostered in had a lot of young maids and a lot of young working-class boys and Bodhi was – reluctantly – educated alongside them. He was already different enough, and since everyone was fooling around, he would have stuck out even more if he didn't.

Turns out after some trial and error, that he is capable. It's just that it's not sexy or arousing when it's his own body doing things, his own self doing things. If he sort of goes into his own head, distances himself until he's almost thinking in third person, almost seeing it happen to his own body like a spectator, then it's enjoyable enough. If he imagines while the things are happening to him, that they're happening to someone else – a fictional character, a faceless representation, a person he's admired from afar – that works too.

The worst thing is: he still has crushes. He's fucking capable of love, just not being sexually attracted to the person, and it kills him. He wants the companionship, the kisses, the intimacy of knowing someone so well, the shared life and the cuddles and to be loved in return.

But they expect sex. And he can give it to them, but it's a chore. It requires going away in his own head, and he feels like he's constantly betraying his partner by not being mentally present, by faking the enthusiasm. It's not like he doesn't aesthetically appreciate their bodies, because he does. He admires them, thinks them lovely and beautiful and knows they're objectively attractive.

He's jarred out of his mind too often during sex, and that's what's exhausting. The need to constantly reweave his fantasy as it's interrupted by real life. In his head, there's no awkward moments or limbs in the wrong place or sounds that trigger his gag reflex or breathing that goes into his ear. No comments that he has to actually respond to, no partner whose comfort he has to see to.

It's easier when he's on the receiving end, so Bodhi goes for men. Easier to be more passive, be the one that gets fucked – and the physical sensations work just as well, because most of the work on getting off happens within his head. A hand on his cock, steady thrusts, kisses down his stomach: it only feels nice if he imagines it's not happening to him.

Reality isn't attractive, but he can get off on it, if he does his best. After, he dislikes the sensations in his own body. Dislikes the cleanup and the realism and the wetness and stickiness. Feels like a fraud, cuddling up to a partner and responding yeah, for me too to breathless whispers about how good it was.

It feels like a fucking transaction to buy their love with his discomfort.

And it's a lie.

Because he never tells. There's clearly something wrong with him, something that doesn't function as it should. And putting himself on the line like that... Well, no one pre-Basgiath is that loyal to a marked one. Bodhi is afraid that if his – generally short-lived – relationships end, they'll spread the news. So he swallows all the discomfort, all the worry. He makes himself a sexual creature with determination and anxiety and tears and avoidance and hard work.

People make sex and attraction look so easy.

It runs rampant through Basgiath, once he gets there, and Bodhi watches Garrick fuck his way through half the population, Imogen eye the men with interest, Xaden choose his hookups carefully when they're not caused by dragon lust.

He's thankful Cuir isn't bonded, because he's not sure how he would react to being attracted to people he sees in front of him. He's scared it would be a completely new feeling, something he's never felt in his life. It would confirm that all this time he's just been playing pretend, trying to force himself to think that he is attracted physically to people. Cuir soothes him, tells him that among dragonkind it is not abnormal to not want a mate.

But Bodhi wants a mate. He just doesn't want to mate. Cuir doesn't get the distinction.

No one notices, here, that he doesn't do hookups. They all assume he's just discreet. Garrick ribs him for being secretive and Bodhi lies his ass off then, leads him intentionally into certain assumptions while the others chuckle. Xaden sometimes throws him searching glances that make Bodhi think he knows. Or at least suspects. His cousin has always known when Bodhi is lying.

But Xaden never says anything. He only shifts closer in the crowded, small room, presses his shoulder into Bodhi's – a solid, comforting touch that Xaden will never know how much Bodhi appreciates.

Bodhi watches Xaden fall for Violet. He watches Garrick and Imogen dance around their feelings.

He feels incredibly jealous, but he doesn't dare try. Finding someone who could want him, without sex, seems like too much to ask. And Bodhi is firm on the line now. He won't compromise anymore. He won't force himself into something he dislikes so intensely.

And besides, does he really need love?

He has the platonic love of his friends, his found family. He lives somewhat well enough on their touches and hugs and comfort. He's not touch-starved or lacking for people to share his troubles with.

He has his own right hand for sexual pleasure, and his own mind to feed the fantasies he comes up with.

Is it greedy of him to want more?

[afkphorabit]

made it to the end of part two of the cliffs of insanity — I’m sorry this is so fucking funny. Jekyll honey who the fuck kidnapped you and forced you to walk 4 hours through the mountains of Switzerland. You’d rather be doing anything else? Ffs go home, man. He’s such a dramatic prick in this it’s incredible

Frankenstein and Jekyll clearly have some deep seated history here and they know each other so well, and they’re so fucking MEAN about it. Creature you are so strong for putting up with them

Jekyll and Frankenstein <- besties who hate each other

also the double entendres!! Jekyll out here like “my primal side? Let me ask him what he thinks” pause “well he’s being oddly silent today :)” (<- face of man ready to kill or cry)

YEEEEEEE you get it!! they suck so bad, i love them so much. tgs jekyll is repressed and polite because his Cliffs Of Insanity version used up the entire well of bitchiness i fear /j

who needs enemies when you have best friends am i right??? (r.i.p. creature, i will never be as strong as them lmao)

and yeah!! i really like the way Cliffs Of Insanity plays around with the characters' gimmicks. it's so fun. the dialogue is also so silly some of it technically made it to TGS- my personal favorite line is jekyll using elizabeth to jab at frankenstein, which is also a scene in tgs LMAO

(a close runner-up is the "this. is. switzerland." line because i did not expect the fondue,,, you never expect the fondue man)

KWHKSJFJ glad you're having fun, rain!!! this storyboard is so funny i love it and it makes me happy to share it with someone else :D

[gothamhappiness]

Persephone - Final Part V (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Hi everyone, this is the last part of this series about reader being married to Bruce. Her past calls her back to the secret organisation her father used to reign over.

You can find part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here and part 4 here.

This series is some continuation of this other series "Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey"

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, angst/comfort, dark!reader, mention of killing, some sort of break up, good ending

That night, you couldn’t sleep. 

Batman was out and you decided to do the same.

You didn’t tell anyone you were leaving the house, and you walked straight to the Underworld. You put the gold mask back on and you asked questions. You learnt your mother told the Owls about your identity, which was putting you and your family in great danger. You couldn’t believe Bruce and the children kept things from you: important information that could have cost so many lives. It seemed that when it was about you, they were unable to logically think anymore.

You asked your best assassin to kill your mother. You didn’t feel anything, no sadness or guilt. You were a Queen who was acting like she had to, nothing more.

And then you agreed to swim though the Lazarus Pit. That night, you became who you were destined to be, you became Persephone.

You phoned your husband outside of the Underworld.

“Love, are you alright?” he asked you, as he was actually driving back home, hoping to be able to sleep by your side for a few hours.

“The Owls know who I am” you said

“We’ll deal with the situation, don’t worry” Bruce tried to appease you

“If they know who I am, it means that they will burst into the manor at any moment. It can’t happen, you’ve got enough to deal with. I’m going to put an end to the Owls. I’m gonna destroy them forever.” you sternly told him

“How about we talk about this once I’ll be home. I’ll be there in a few minutes” Bruce tried again

“No. I can’t trust you or your children, not about this situation. I need to finally obey my duty. It has been calling for me for so long… “

“Wait, wait, darling, I know we shouldn’t have handled things like we did but…” Bruce started to panic and he drove even faster, not realising you were already gone

“Goodbye, darling. I’ll see you some days” you hang up and get rid of your phone.

Bruce felt his heart break and sink inside his ribcage.

He couldn’t believe what happened, he couldn’t believe you would be gone when he would finally arrive at home.

Your absence had always been unbearable to him, but it was even worse now as it felt like a punishment. He tried to call you and to look out for you, in vain. Not knowing what was happening to you was driving him insane. He failed to keep you safe and he hated himself for that.

Months went by and no one heard about the Underworld anymore. 

Or about you. 

Until one night.

“Why shouldn’t I arrest you”? Batman asked a man he was holding by the vest.

Batman was known for being quite on edge for the past few months, as well as the other vigilantes in town. Hence they were a little bit less forgiving when they were catching a goon, even when it was just for a stealing situation.

“Because he’s working for me, hon?” you hummed

Batman instantly recognised your voice and let go of the man, before looking up to find you sitting on a balcony. You were wearing a mask, your identity safely concealed behind it, so Persephone, Queen of the Underworld could brightly shine. You jumped next to them and gestured to your man to go with a movement of your head. The man obeyed without thinking about it. Batman didn’t move. Your husband hadn’t been that close to you in months. He was overwhelmed with hope. He just wanted to kiss you and to bring you back home, where he could worship you.

“I think you’ve got something that’s mine” you said with a tilt of your head as you looked at the usb key Batman was holding. 

He presented it to you, but when you reached for it, he grabbed your wrist to bring you as close as possible to him

“Come back home” he whispered to you

“Batman, that’s not very professional of you” you teased

“I just want my wife home” he murmured again

You felt how vulnerable he was in the instant, how much he was missing you. But you weren’t too sure you were able to come back home anymore. So much had changed, and you didn’t know if Batman would agree to live with the Queen of the Underworld. You really missed him too, and more than once you woke up because you couldn’t find him in the bed next to you, but you believed you couldn’t get both the Underworld and your husband at the same time.

You had no idea how much the man would have agreed with anything to get you back.

“Are you sure I’m still your wife?” you asked, with a hint of sadness in your voice

“Yes. Even if you were a criminal, you would still be my wife” he firmly told you

“So I’m not a criminal?” you arched an eyebrow

“You’re keeping everyone in lines and you’re fighting off the Court of Owls. I can help. We can be allies in this too.” he said

“I can’t trust you.” you said as you tried to move from him but he didn’t let you go

“Of course you can. No more lies.” he promised

“I’m a Queen now, you won’t be able to boss me around, like you do with the children or with the Justice League, you know” you added with the hint of a smile in your voice

“You’ve always been my queen.” he leaned closer to you as his hand moved to your hips so he could press your body against his.

“Give me the device and I’ll be home at the end of the week” you promised

He felt feverish to feel you so close to him again. He didn’t want to let you go, because he had no idea if he would see you again. He finally and very reluctantly removed his hands from you and handed you the key over. You thanked him before disappearing in the night. He watched you go, hoping you would keep your words. He didn’t want to have to hunt you down and force you to come back by his side, where he believed you belonged.

Bruce felt like he would never reach the end of the week. And when it was finally time to see you, Batman got urgently needed in Arkham. He was cursing his bad luck, but he had a job to do. He was worried you wouldn’t wait for him.

Actually you sent some of your people to help deal with the situation. Once everything was calm again and that Batman was alone in front of the asylum, you showed yourself.

“Bringing me home?” you asked

You didn’t really expect to see Batman falling on his knees and hugging you. You watched around and were glad no one could witness such a scene.

“Come on darling” you whispered “You’ll hug me once we’ll be home” you added as you made him look at you by gently cupping his chin.

He leaned into your warm touch before getting up and guiding you toward his Batmobile. You got in and at the instant the car was closed and no one could see inside, your husband reached for your mask. You let him remove it and you looked for his eyes. He grabbed your face and crashed your lips against his. You smiled at his eagerness and melted against him. You found yourself straddling his lap to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to your bottom as you removed his cowl to cup his face. It felt so good to be pressed against his body. You had missed him so much.

“I know I’ve been a terrible wife to you, but I love you” you whispered to him

“I love you too” he replied back as he hugged you against his chest, closing his eyes in well being “I promise you can get both” he added, knowing you so well he understood that you had disappeared from his life because you didn’t think you could get the Underworld and him at the same time

“Are you sure about that?” you asked as you looked up at him

“Yes, Persephone, anything for you. I told you, I just need my wife back”.

And he did get you back.

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Trial Separation: A BMC One-Shot

I watch as Jeremy hoists the box into his arms and shoves it into the back of his car with the other piles of junk he’s lugging out to college. I’m honestly a little surprised that he’s kept up the whole “impure thoughts = push-ups” thing his squip forced him into last year, but old habits do die hard. I don’t mind. He can finally be useful when we’re at my place and I get a sudden desire to rearrange my bedroom in the middle of the night. And his girlfriend Christine certainly doesn’t mind, either. I have plenty of blackmail from knowing Jeremy for thirteen years, but I’m sure he’ll do anything I ask if I ever threaten to tell Christine why Jeremy wound up a beefcake overnight.

I wish I could say I was part of the junk Jeremy was bringing up to college, but earlier in the year, it was made pretty clear that Jeremy was flying out in the world solo. This was an upsetting realization for both of us- “Jeremy, I don’t think I even know what I want to do with my life.” I’d told him at some point after we took the SATs.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “You’re not going to kill yourself, are you?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t know what I want to do with my life.” It was some decision paralysis, mostly; I could do just about anything. Math, science, coding, I know computers inside and out. But the question was: what skills needed more refinement? What could I get by on? Like how I was already taking Calculus 1 as a junior, which is a lot more than some people can say. And what if I wanted to try and learn about something completely new? I’m not much of an artist, my writing is abysmal by Jeremy’s standards… I got to a point where thinking about it for too long made me want to start screaming.

But then at some point I remembered: oh yeah, high schoolers aren’t legally mandated to be shipped off to college as soon as they graduate. And my decisions began to clear up.

I thought about staying home for another year or so to work, bulk up my savings, maybe take some community college classes if I’m really bored. And school blows, maybe breaking up my theoretical sixteen consecutive years of education and giving myself a break would be better for me.

We had a really long discussion one night about this, Jeremy and I. About our lives and what the future might look like. Which sucked for him, I know I was the one hyping him up about college, and now I’m the one having second thoughts and backing out. There was a lot of weed and a lot more crying, all the while my Wii’s menu music served as the background track to our bout of vulnerability.

Eventually, after a good while of silence, Jeremy lit up a roll and said, “You can do whatever you want.” His phrasing and tone scared me, as did the fact he took a long drag on his joint without saying anything else. I worried this was going to be Jake’s Halloween Party all over again, but then Jeremy grinned and looked back at me with more tears in his eyes. I’m not sure if they were genuine or a result of him getting too high. “I’ll always be behind you. And hey, maybe a trial separation is a good thing.”

“You were the one who made me swear that we’d be going together,” I joked.

“Because I’d miss you!” Jeremy wailed. I chuckled, he was definitely too high. “I can’t stand it when you’re home sick from school, what am I supposed to do when we’re actually God knows how far away from each other?”

“Hey. Hey.” I put my arm around his shoulders. “We’ll figure it out. No matter where we end up.”

And finally, I cleared my decision with my moms, who were more than thrilled to let me stay a basement dweller for another year or so.

Jeremy slams the trunk of his car shut and leans on it, looking at me like he’s expecting me to say something.

“Is that all?” I ask.

“Mm-hm.” Jeremy nods, but his lips are pursed in his “I’m sad but don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to just run away and cry” way. Like he thinks I can’t see right through him.

“Do you want to talk?” I ask him.

“No,” is all he says.

“Do you want me to leave so you can cry into your porn?”

“Shut up.” Jeremy takes a swing at me, but I catch his arm and pull him into an embrace. He hugs me back just as hard.

“It’ll only be a few months, Jer,” I say.

“I know,” he replies. I could hear that he was crying, and I might’ve accidentally made it worse by rubbing his back. He sobs, then says, “I’ll just miss you, man.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Jeremy lets me go so he can wipe his face, and a thought crosses my mind that I worry is a bit too coupley, but hey, who decided articles of clothing were only supposed to be exchanged with a significant other, anyway?

So, as if I’d been planning it all day, I untie my jacket from my waist and hand it to Jeremy.

“Here. Now I’ll be going up with you,” I say. Jeremy gasps.

“B-but Michael, this is your favorite!” He objects.

“Well, you’re my favorite.”

Jeremy laughs in a way that’s more like another sob, then says, “What are we, dating in middle school?”

“Good point,” I joke along. “I wouldn’t wear that around Christine, she might get jealous.” Jeremy laughs, really laughs, which makes me laugh, and then I get this pang in my heart because I don’t think it actually registered until now that oh, yeah, we’re not going out into the world together. I don’t know the next time I’ll get a moment like this. I start tearing up a bit and pray that Jeremy doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

“No no, stop,” Jeremy cries, throwing his arms around my neck. I cannot resist picking him up and spinning him around, and we could have stayed locked in our embrace all night if a cold evening wind hadn’t started cutting through us.

“I guess I better go,” I tell him. “Don't… do anything stupid.”

“I’m pretty sure I already cashed in my stupid,” Jeremy smirks, “but yeah. Obviously.”

One more hug, then I’m in my car and waving goodbye to Jeremy through my rear-view window. For a moment, a pit in my stomach forms at the fear that this might be the beginning of the end for us, but I banish it. We’ve separated under worse circumstances and came back together regardless. It’s just a year. He won’t be that far away. And besides, doesn’t distance make the heart grow fonder?