#I replay this scene everytime it comes up

[winterarmyy]

Welcome home... Soldat? | Part I

That time when Bucky accidentally relapsed into the Winter Soldier.

Summary: Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

Navigation: Part I || Part II* || Part III (end) || Extra

Words: 2.9k++

Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, dubious con on groping reader's body, dark(?) possessive behaviour, google translated russian, our soldat is kinda cute(?) in his own twisted way, and well, basically fluffy times with the soldat.

P/S: Guys, I never planned this at all. I mean, who am I kidding? All of my fics are not planned and I clearly write things out of impulse. Therefore, this one don't have much of a story building/plot because it was born out of one scene that flashed in my head and has been replayed way to many times that I need to let it out. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy it, somehow.

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Y/N didn't know when exactly she started this habit but she swore to herself to never grow out of it.

It's been nearly 2 years since the fall of Hydra and the avenger has accepted the winter soldier under their wing. Begrudgingly by Tony, but the rest of them seemed like they're not against it.

Y/N used to be an agent from SHIELD but since the fall, she had been recruited under the avenger's programme and had been living in the tower since.

She remembered the day when Bucky first came in, he was quiet and weary all the time. Like an abandoned cat, picked up by a stranger to come to their home. And it took the whole team months before he slowly adapted.

Who knew he would morphed into a sassy, grumpy little shit, right?

Since the first day, Y/N had been making an effort to make him feel welcomed. Helped him to adjust to modern times. Though it was not regular but she's glad he came to her from time to time to ask about things.

Y/N only meant it to be casual when she greeted him back from his missions. Usually, it'll be something like,

"Oh you're back?"

"How's the team?"

"Good to see you well put together from such horrendous mission."

"God, you look like you fell from 5 flight of stairs."

"Are you even trying to fight back, Bucky?"

But one time, Bucky came back in the morning around breakfast, she wasn't feeling sassy or clever. So, instead of greeting him with playful remarks, in the glory of her messy bed hair and iron man pyjamas, she greeted him with a sleepy smile, "Welcome home, Bucky."

And that surely made the 6 foot, bulky hunk of a soldier paralysed in his spot. His ocean blues slightly widen, and his cheeks deepen in blush.

For a moment, he wondered if this is how he would feel if he had a wife waiting for him to come back from war back in the 40's. But, then again nothing can be compared to the sight he was seeing as he is now.

And Y/N didn't want to ever lose that memory of him.

Cute and flustered Bucky is a very rare sight to see. Perhaps, this was the only time she could witness it and she want to cherish it for the rest of her life.

Though Bucky never replied to Y/N's greeting, it didn't stop them from starting a whole new routine.

Y/N always knew that she had a thing for the sargent, but about 2 months from that moment, Y/N realized she was in love.

And she waited for him, every single chance she had for arrival of the team to come back. Just like she is now, at 03:45 in the morning, while scavenging for something sweet she can eat as she waits for Bucky's return.

When, she turned around she was not expecting to have her face into clashed into something, "Oww!" Y/N shuts her eyes close as she rubbed her aching nose to ease the sharp strike of pain.

For a moment there, she seriously thought she might have just bumped into some kind of a solid air that appeared out of nowhere, but when she opened her eyes, it was just Bucky who was standing rather ominously still.

"My god, you scared the shit out of me. I know you used to be an assassin but, you gotta announce yourself sometimes, man." She joked. Although she did find it impressive that he managed to silently sneak up on her with those thick, heavy combat boots he was wearing.

"Woah, someone's been having a field day kicking your ass, huh?" Y/N's eyes lingered a little longer on the wounds at the side of his temple that she didn't notice the void in his eyes.

"Anyway..." she continued as she shook of the thoughts of caressing the cut on the corner of Bucky's lip, before greeting him with a gentle smile, "Welcome home."

Bucky's unresponsiveness was nothing new to her. With the amount of silent glares and gruff eye-rolls that he had shot at her these past few months, she's used to it by now.

But, when she finally had the guts to look him in the eye, only then she noticed the underlying shift. Albeit, his signature frown was still as present as ever but, those eyes had made her questioned of the slight difference from what she recognized.

Bucky wordlessly step forward and cornered her until her back meets the side of the kitchen isle. He took his time assessing her, almost admiring the way her iris wavered in confusion.

Something is wrong.

Her guts were screaming at her to notice it but her body wasn't reacting accordingly. That's when the voice of the AI, Jarvis echoed through the walls.

"Emergency alert: Code Winter. Initiated by Captain Steve Rogers. All agent is advised..." The announcement went on based on protocol while the cogs in Y/N's brain finally moved, "Code Winter? That means..."

 "...to be cautious of Sargent James Barnes; reprimand on sight however try not to engage alone. Agents is..." Jarvis voice in the background interwoven with Y/N's internal deduction, "...This is not Bucky?"

As she tried to put her own mind into perspective, trying to make herself believe that this man in front of her is not Bucky Barnes who she had been adoring over for these past few months, the soldat's hands reached the side of her neck, squeezing the softness of her flesh while his thumbs grazed the shape of her jawline.

His heavy gaze remained on hers, willing her to stay as still possible.

"Bucky...?" She called his name in hopes of triggering something, anything for within his controlled mind.

At end of the corridor leading towards the kitchen, Steve could see how the soldat had already gotten his hands on Y/N and panic strike him like lightning, he sprinted towards her as he despretely shouted, "Y/N! Stay away from--"

But Y/N was not able to render anything she heard from Steve, especially after a long silence, the soldat finally spoke, "Yes, I'm home..."

He carefully pulled her face closer to his as his lips planted on her soft cheek, "...мое cолнышко (my sunshine)" he lifted for a second just to kiss her again on her temple as he whispered lowly, "...мое Родная (my darling)"

Y/N's heart was beating madly for several different reasons. Parts of her was terrified that the soldat might break her neck within an instance, but it gradually changes into something much more confusing, a conflicted joy, when he keep on trailing his lips all over her face.

What is happening?

Both her and Steve was practically frozen in pure confusion.

Steve's mouth hanged open as words failed to form, while Y/N was unable to comprehend any sort of thoughts, let alone counter movements; when the soldat continue to whisper Russian endearments against her skin, littering sweet kisses on every part of her face, except for her lips as if he wanted to tease her.

His hands slowly travel down her back and stopped on the side of her waist, pulling her body closer until there was no space in between them anymore, before he wrapped his arms around her.

The drag of his stubble on her skin burned but it felt so good when he kissed it after.

Seconds later, Sam managed to catch up with Steve and his cautious approach fell as he witnessed the soldat's rather domestic actions towards Y/N.

Sam foolishly let his guard down as he approached with a question directed to Steve, "Is the tin man back?" That was when a bullet barely grazed the tip of his ear that then buried through the wall behind him.

Both Steve and Sam forced to stop any sort of movement as the soldat's aim was still locked towards their direction; his cold blue eyes pierced with a menacing warning, all the while posessively holding Y/N in his arms as his kisses trailed the side of her neck.

"Nope, not yet." Sam answered his own question as he waited for Steve's order.

Y/N felt like she have to do something to de-escalate the situation. After a quick deduction, and based on the soldat attitude towards her, she took the risk of believing that he would not do anything to hurt her, so she decided to play along.

Will it work though?

Well, she got to have to try for it work.

She gulped nervously before softly calls for him, "Soldat?" she looked up towards him.

When the soldat gave her his attention, she watched the loose strand of his hair fall down to his face. Her hand went up and reached for it, "How about we go back to your room and let me tend these wounds, hmm?" She cooed while tucking his behind his ear and briefly caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers.

The soldat didn't reply but instead silently process her proposition.

However, the hesitation only worried her more, so she continued to persuade, as she cautiously slide her hand, following his arm that was holding her teammates at gun point, "It'll be just the two of us. How's that sound?" She smiled warmly at him as she managed to lower it enough to grab the gun away from his grasp.

There was a glint of indecipherable emotion in his eyes when she mentioned that, which then he nodded in agreement.

"Okay then, let's go." She put the gun on the kitchen isle behind her and replaced her hand in his, pulling him towards his bedroom. The soldat did not protest to her lead, in fact her followed her obediently.

But before Y/N makes an exit, she looked back towards Steve and mouthed a reassuring message, "I got this."

The captain had all the rights to be weary but at this point, he just had to believe in Y/N's action plan. He nodded and replied, "Be safe. We'll be outside."

Along the walk towards Bucky's room, all she could think was that she can handle it and she got this under control.

But, does she?

Well, Y/N did have it under control, in terms of keeping the soldat from going on a berserk rampage but what she didn't think through was how the fuck she should handle his behaviour towards her.

After they arrived to Bucky's room, she had instructed him to strip off his tactical suit and leave him sitting at the edge of the bed, only in his short to avoid him reaching for any hidden weapons he had, all the while she went to grab the first aid from his bathroom.

Now that she almost done tending the small injuries on his face, it finally dawned to her that the soldat had her immobilized in between his legs as his hands rubbed the back of her thighs, occasionally squeezing the softness of her body in his tender grip.

His intent gaze waited patiently for her to finish and as soon as she did, he pulled her on his lap, making her to straddle on top him as he smushed his face on her chest, "Oh, Родная (darling)... I have missed you."

Her hands found her balance on his shoulders while the soldat roaming hands held her body still by the back of her waist.

It will be a lie if she said her heart didn't skipped when he confessed; even if it was still the soldat's thoughts and words but it was Bucky's voice.

The soldat pulled his other hand to play with the buttons of her pyjamas shirt, specifically around her chest area.

Part of him wanted to just rip her clothes off from her body but another part of him didn't want to. He didn't want scare her; and his precious little darling deserved to be pampered.

He had her buttons popped off; one by one, slow and almost sensual while Y/N was still in a heated debate with herself on what she should to next. She wanted the soldat to stop but god the temptation of wanting more was beyond her will power.

This is not Bucky.

She knew that. But, she had been bewitched by the look in those familiar blue eyes. So enthralled and so keen to unwrap her.

Y/N let out a low yet sharp gasp as her chest was finally revealed, "Soldat, what..." The soldat take a quick glance into her eyes, "...are you doing?" before trailing back down to the curve of her breasts, cupped so beautifully with a simple black bra.

His hands went back to grabbed her thighs as he replied, "Just wanna hold you." He leaned closer and left a lingering kiss in between her breasts, mumbling deep, " Wanna feel you, мое Родная (my darling)"

Fuck, it feels so good.

"Wanna feel you..." Y/N's grip on his bare shoulder tightened as he lips warmed the top of her right breast, "...here." An unexpected moan slipped out of her lips as the soldat latched his wet mouth on her skin, bruising it with his mark.

He groaned to the taste of her, so sweet and soft, he wanted to pull the bra off her and suckle on her nipple. He bet that they're perky and so sensitive. Bet he could make her cum just by playing with them.

He wanted to leave his bite mark around them, make them look much more prettier. But, he needed to be patient.

He brought his left hand up to hold the other side of her chest; pulling another pretty noise as the cold metal of his thumb gently stroked the exposed skin of her breast.

"Wanna feel you..." His flesh hand made its way lower and cupped her clothed sex, unexpectedly making her grind down to his hold, "...here."

She couldn't help to find shelter in the crook of his neck when he began to stroke her sensually.

This is getting out of hand.

Y/N doesn't mind to entertain him if the soldat only asked for him to hold her but it was clear that he wanted so much more than just innocent touches. Especially when he languidly rubbed his middle finger in between the slit of her pussy.

She hates how easy it was for Bucky's touch turned her on, his hands and his lips; regardless if his actions was someone else's.

This is wrong.

This has to stop.

"No... soldat." She whimpered in his ears as his finger drew slow circles on her clit, his mouth latched on her shoulder.

"I can't touch you here?" He murmured softly as he pressed harder. Even with the barrier of the cotton panties, she was so sensitive to his touch; he loves that about her.

"N-no. You can't." She choked back a moan as she replied.

God, what if he doesn't care?

What if he'll get mad and force it on her?

She can't imagine the guilt Bucky had to experience if the soldat take her right now. And all because her stupid little brain cannot comprehend a plan to stop him, all because she let the soldat touch her as freely, as willingly.

Salty tears started to blur her vision when she sniffled them back.

Much to his deperateness, the soldat pulled her away and watched as her tears spilled out, "Oh darling, don't cry." He leaned in and kiss the corners of her eyes, murmuring his words of comfort, "I hate to see you cry, мое cолнышко (my sunshine)." His metal hand slithered to her back and his palm stroked her lovingly.

"Okay, okay. I won't touch your sweet princess part, okay?" He patted her pussy one last time before reaching to swipe her tears away. "I promise." He whispered.

As much as he wanted to fuck her stupid, fill her hole full with his load; however the soldat does hold her very dear to his heart and hates to see her sad.

"Just let me hold you close, darling?" He cooed as he kissed the edge of her lips.

Y/N didn't know why but she trusted his words. Maybe it was because he was so gentle with her, that she was tricked into believing him.

She watched the soldat waited patiently for her response and when she nodded softly, he swiftly lifted her in his arms and lay her down on the bed.

He tucked himself in under the sheets with her and naturally rested his face on her chest. His fleshed arms wrapped securely around her waist and his metal one around her thighs, as he pulled her closer; almost suffocating himself in between her warm breasts.

It was like an instinct for Y/N to encircle her arms around his neck while her hands run through the thick of his hair, absentmindedly playing with the softness of it.

She almost giggle when the soldat let out a deep-throated sound of relieved sighs as she continued to massage his scalp.

As the soldat started to sail deeper into dreamland, Y/N thought that maybe this will be the only and the last time she had the chance to hold Bucky like this and she knew it was wrong to feel grateful to the soldat because had done nothing but terrible, despicable things in the past.

But when she thought about it, none of those sins was his choice to make. He was created to kill and nothing else.

But what if he had something to hold on to?

A hope to look forward to?

A person to protect?

Or a home to go back to?

Would he still be the same monster he had been before?

She have not a slightest clue.

But, what she does know that this soldat who's clinging in her arms, deserves something kind.

And she hoped that she managed to give him a sense of peace for once in his life.

Y/N nuzzled to the side of his tired-looking face and placed a sweet kiss on his temple as she whispered ever-so-softly, "Welcome home, soldat."

Part II >>

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A/N: This is possibly part 1? I'm not sure either. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments! And reblogs is much appreciated!

[lovers-rck]

heyyy I love your writing. I have a request for ellie x fem reader, but it's the readers first time with a girl.

thank you angel <3 I got too excited writing it and it ended up being a little long, but I hope you like it!

smut, +18.

☆

When the kiss gets deeper, you start to think. The thoughts in your head start to fight eachothers, they bite and punch and die and come back to life as Ellie grabs your waist. Her grip is strong, hungry, her fingertips kissing every inch of skin.

You try to follow her lead, trying to mimic some of her movements but your lack of experience gives you away. Ellie's hands are everywhere, in your waist, in your neck, in your legs, in your face.

She is hovering above you, your back buried in between the pillows, her body in between your legs. As she continues her kiss the red lights in your head begin to flicker incessantly, remembering that you are in fact a virgin, a girl who lacks experience, and that the furthest you got was when Ellie playfully bit your neck, which caused you to replay the scene in your head for the rest of the night.

You wanted this, you wanted to have experience, you wanted to have fun and enjoy sex like everyone else did, but you were also afraid. You always knew that Ellie had other girls before you, and that for obvious reasons she had more experience than you, and the thought that tortured you every day was not the fact that she had loved other girls before, but that those girls knew what to do to turn her on, to tease her, and you did not.

You were terrified that when the time came you wouldn't be good enough for her.

And to your horror (and your excitement) the time might have come now.

"Why is your body so soft?" Ellie murmurs as she kisses your neck, making a path to your clavicles "I might drown in your skin" you tried to laugh at her joke, but instead a weird sound comes out of your mouth. Ellie looks at you "You okay?" you nod frantically, strands of hair accompanying the movement.

Ellie leaves your neck and straightens up, your thighs on hers, her hands caressing your naked legs "You know we can't stop if you want, right?" her hair is messy and her lips are a bit swollen "You don't have to do this if you don't want"

You smile softly. She's a good person, you think "I know"

Lately you are consumed by a sense of not giving Ellie enough. That someday she will wake up tired of your fears and will come to your door to leave you forever.

But you know that's not true because Ellie is a good person "So what's happening?"

"What do you mean?" you replie, hands in your stomach

"You have been acting weird everytime i try something"

You want to punch yourself in the face.

"You don't not like it?" she asks.

"No!" you say, instant regret at seeing her face "I mean, yes, yes i do like it Ellie" you lick your lips, thinking "You are totally not the problem"

"Tell me what are you thinking" her voice is soft, she keeps caressing your legs, up and down.

You stare at the ceiling, and the ceiling quickly takes on such an interesting appearance that you would rather stare at it for hours than face the embarrassment that was invading you "Is stupid" you say "It's not important"

After a few seconds of silence, you look at her. She is waiting for you to speak.

"I just get nervous" you play with your fingers as you speak "I don't know what should i do, or what shouldn't. Im scared i might be bad in bed and you won't like it"

Ellie furrows her eyebrows "You don't have to worry about that, it's logical that you don't know what to do"

"Yeah but you know a lot!"

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"No!" you cover your face with your hands "I give up"

Ellie laughs and places her hands over yours, taking them off your face "I'm sorry" she brings them to her lips and plants a kiss on the back of your hand "But seriously, you don't have to worry about that"

"Nobody knows anything the first time" she continues "You just get good with practice" Ellie start to kiss your arms, her lips feeling every inch of skin as she reach your shoulders, moving her mouth to your neck, her body in between your legs once again.

She plants wet kisses in your neck, bitting softly and kissing the spot after. You felt how your fears start to fade with every kiss.

"Plus, is better if you have a good teacher" she murmurs and you laugh, the echo of your action reflecting in your chest.

"Are you supposed to be the good teacher?" she nods briefly, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around her waist.

When Ellie leaves your neck and looks you in the eye, you realize the joke is over. Her eyes pierce yours, full of lust. She kiss your lips with so much hunger that she thinks she might die just by kissing you. Her fingers sneak under your shirt and make contact with your skin, warm and soft just for Ellie's pleasure.

Your body acts alone. Your chest chases the warmth of Ellie's hand, famished by her touch, no longer afraid but excited. She caress your torso, trying to memorize every inch of it, feeling in a fever dream.

She never stops kissing you, but her mind is in the way you feel against her fingers, and she don't understand how long she had been alive without knowing that feeling.

A scene of absolute tenderness unfolds in the room. A non-verbal language that only their bodies understand, a language that has only two speakers in the world.

Words are not needed when Ellie leaves your lips to look at your shirt, you quickly take it off without a second thought. You feel her eyes scan your body like x-rays, and for a moment you think she might see your heart pounding.

"And you dared to be nervous?" she says, her eyes admiring your torso, a pastel pink bra decorating your breasts.

You chuckle with a bit of shame, wanting to cover yourself but knowing that you don't have to "Take yours off?" you asks shyly.

Ellie obeys and takes her shirt off quickly, a black sport bra greets your eyes and you love how fearless and shameless she is with you.

"Your wish is my command" she says and you laugh. You laugh and you laugh because your heart does not know how to express this feeling so sharp that dwells in your body, this love and this desire ""Can I take this off?" Ellie asks, touching the seam of your shorts. You nod.

The kisses resume quickly, only this time you feel them on your covered breasts, on your stomach, on your ribs. You feel holy, as if your skin is made of the most expensive diamond and only Ellie can have access to it.

Kisses sail among the sea that is your body, the sounds of wet mouths adorn the room. Ellie unfolds a path of kisses to your underwear, her teeth playing with the elastic of your panties "How are you feeling?" she asks, her breath hitting your pelvic bone.

You feel in cloud nine. Ellie's kisses work like the most expensive drug on the market, leaving you foolish and lustful "Good..." your murmur, too lost in the upcoming pleasure to say more than one word.

Ellie smiles in your skin "You want to keep going?" she says

You make a positive sound that Ellie takes as a yes. You grab her hair when she plant a kiss in your clothed cunt. She place your legs on her shoulders so that you are now completely open for her, exposed only to her.

For a few moments, Ellie hesitates. She feels that her mind has erased all experience ever acquired and now she lies blank, not knowing what to do. It was common knowledge about Ellie's adventures with different girls before she met you, the rumors about her development in bed were no secret, and she would never admit it but she felt some pride in those sayings.

Nights and nights Ellie had fantasized about this scenario, about having you at her mercy, about being able to enjoy your body for as many hours as she wanted. She never said it out loud because she didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured, but every time your skirt lifted a little Ellie felt like she couldn't contain herself.

So she feels totally lost when these wishes come true and she has you lying down for her, waiting for her.

She is about to surrender when with a subtle movement you guide Ellie's head towards your pussy, a vulgar movement but coming from you it transforms into something almost tender, and Ellie finds herself again.

She moves your panties to the side and kiss your skin down there, you gasp. Her finger collects all the wetness and start making little circles in your clit, aplying pressure when she feels like it.

She watch your body react to her. Your mouth open, whimpers coming out as she speeds her pace, your grip getting harder in her hair.

Ellie watch you a few seconds more, afraid that she would come just from touching you.

She places her mouth in your cunt, licking your clit and teasing your hole with her finger. You moan and quickly understand why people talk so much about sex, bragging about how good it is. Ellie controls your body in a way that makes the moans fight to get out of your mouth and your eyes close from pleasure, and you don't understand how you could go so long without knowing what Ellie's mouth feels like.

"I'm going to add a finger," she announces, and you smile at her sayings, analyzing how weird it sounds in any other situation "Tell me if it hurts"

At first, a burning sensation invades you. The feeling is weird, it burns everytime she moves but you want more. She moves her finger in and out slowly, watching your face for a signal of something "How is that?" she says

You whimper when she curls her finger, the uncomfortable sensation disappearing as the seconds pass. "Faster" you say and is all Ellie need to know.

She obeys and start fucking you faster, to mesmerized by the view of your cunt. You start to play with your breasts unconsciously, lifting up your bra and touching your nipples and when Ellie sees that she thinks she creamed her boxers.

Too selfish for her own pride, she straightens up and starts sucking on your breasts, her fingers still fucking you. You grab her neck, feeling her tongue play with your hardened nipples and her finger accelerates the onslaught. Ellie adds a second finger and you start to lose it.

Your legs are trembling and you feel your climax close "Ellie..." you murmur, lost in pleasure

"Tell me what you need"

You moan loudly when she curls her finger "Please" you continue "Harder"

She obey and start to finger fuck you harder, her thrust making your tits bounce to the pleasure of her eyes. She sits and watch the naughtiness of your acts, how you lick your dry lips and how your pussy swallows her fingers, how is cum leaking out of your hole, translucent white liquid adorning her fingers. Ellie hears the wet sound of her fingers against your cunt and whimper herself.

Ellie feels like she could faint from such a view.

Your orgasm hit you without warning, your body trembling in pleasure, feeling how your pussy leaks.

Ellie looks at her fingers covered in you and put them in her mouth, looking at you. Her tongue clean the cream and taste your sweet flavor.

You almost cum again seeing that scene.

After a few seconds, she goes and grabs a wet towel, moving your weak legs to clean your mess and put your panties in place. You feel light-headed, still recovering from your recent orgasm when Ellie comes back and lay down by your side, caressing your hair "Did you had a good time?" she asks, knowing the answer

You nudge her playfully, giggling at her question "You are such a narcissistic Ellie Williams" you murmur settling into her chest, your head on her heart, hugging her torso. You feel Ellie's chest heave as she replies "You didn't answer my question" her hand gently strokes your hair.

"I had an horrible time" you joke and she laughs

"Good" she says, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear "I'm glad"

[imtryingbuck]

Making Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 1,801

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff. hospital stuff. smut but not smut.

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For three weeks Bucky barely moved. He couldn’t think straight. He point blank refused to go home to rest and shower instead choosing to stay in the hospital, sleeping in an uncomfortable chair and showering in the en-suite but making sure that he kept the door open enough for him to listen out for her.

For three weeks all Bucky saw was blood. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw it. Blood on his hands, on the floor, on his wife’s dress.

For three weeks all Bucky did was replay the scene of that night over and over again.

The car. The gunshots. The scream. The sound of Theo gasping for air. The sirens. Steve and Thor’s hands on him pulling his body away from his wife as paramedics were trying to work on her.

The way Theo stuttered, worried if Wanda was okay, as if she wasn’t the one laying on the ground with blood staining her dress in four different places.

For three weeks Bucky stayed by her side holding her hand. After the fourth day of being in the hospital Bucky had to force Wanda to go home, the woman had not stopped crying and apologising, blaming herself for what had happened to her friend and not for taking the bullets for herself. Their friends visiting every day, staying all day and even though Bucky was by her side there was guards outside the room, hallways and surrounding the whole hospital.

Winnie and Martha arrived at the hospital next day when they were informed. Bucky didn’t know why but he felt annoyed that Michael had never showed up in those three weeks despite knowing that his daughter was in a coma.

Three weeks and five days later he sat watching the tv screen but not paying attention to what was happening when a voice that he had been wanting to hear, came from the bed. “Bu-Bucky?”

“Theo? Oh baby you’re awake! Steve get the doctor”

“I-is Wanda okay?”

“What? Yeah she’s alright”

“She-she didn’t get hurt did she?”

“No, no baby”

“I did though?”

“Doll I’m so sorry, I failed you so badly. I’m so sorry.” Gripping her hand tightly bringing their entwined hands to his lips and kissing along her knuckles.

“I’m… I’m okay. C-can we go home now?”

“Baby you’ve just woken up-“. A doctor comes in interrupting him, straight away doing checks on her.

“You’re very lucky to be alive Mrs Barnes.” He tells her before leaving. He did tell her that she could leave in a few days, which had her feeling instantly better.

After a couple of hours of being awake Theo shyly asked Bucky if he could help her take a shower, her cheeks bright red as he took off her hospital gown. Pressing gentle kisses along her shoulders Bucky held her as if she was the most precious and delicate thing in the world as he washed her body and hair. By the time she was done, dried and dressed in some warm fuzzy pyjamas that Wanda had brought her, she was tired and hungry.

Steve had rang Wanda telling her that Theo was awake just as he promised, as she was finishing off with her shower all of her new friends were in her room all wanting to give her a hug. Wanda had brought Theo a giant brown teddy bear - that Bucky wasn’t happy about just because of the size of the thing but he soon found himself wanting it all for his own - in hopes she could forgive her for that night, if it wasn’t for her recommending to go somewhere else for dessert then she would have never been gunned down.

Even though she had been sleeping for nearly a month sleep over took her not long after Sam and Steve brought pizzas for them all.

Two days later Theo was allowed to go home - Bucky had to grab her hand as she was already trying to get out of the place before she had even signed her release forms.

The second Martha saw Theo she pushed Steve to the side and all but ran over to the young girl and wrapped her arms around her giving her a massive hug, telling her that she had missed her and she had been praying for her wellbeing.

Just like Wanda wanted when she come home from the hospital Theo wanted to spend the day watching films, Bucky was happy to oblige and make his wife happy so that’s what they did.

Halfway through the second film Martha came in, her whole body shaking as she informed Bucky that Michael was here and wanted to see Theo.

They all stood behind her as Bucky stood by her side holding her hand and she greeted her father. There was no hug. There was no emotion on his face. It was just a cold and uncomfortable moment between father and daughter.

“I see you’re doing better.” He said it as if she had just gotten a broken arm and not as if she had been shot multiple times.

Squeezing Bucky’s hand a little bit tighter she answered her father. “I-I am.”

“Right. James you and I need to have a word.”

“Is it about the shooters?” Michael shook his head. “Then we have nothing to talk about. Not once did you visit your daughter, not once did you even ring me to see how she was so no you have no right to come to our home and tell me we need to talk.”

“You disrespected my daughter-“

“I did and I also did it by sitting right next to your other daughter as we were celebrating her birthday.”

Michael’s face went rigid as anger filled his veins at being interrupted and disrespected by someone he saw as a boy. He looked at Theo and sighed, nodding his head once he turned on his heels and walked out of the house.

“Baby, are you okay?” Bucky’s attention shifted towards her straight away.

“I’m okay. Can we carry on watching the film?”

“Of course we can doll.”

Despite the interruption of her father Theo didn’t seem to have been affected by his presence, Bucky couldn’t have been prouder. They go back into the cinema room where Bucky instantly pulls Theo onto his lap and pulling the blanket over them again.

When everyone began to leave to head to bed, Bucky held Theo’s hand leading her towards their bedroom, the second the door closed behind her Bucky kissed her.

“I promise I will find who did this to you.” He whispered inches away from her lips.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does! They aren’t getting away with hurting you.”

She didn’t care. Truly she didn’t just as long as her friends were okay and that Bucky wasn’t hurt. She still wasn’t use to someone caring about her the way they had shown her and she honestly didn’t think she would ever get use to it.

Bucky went to respond as she shook her head in a silent way in telling him that it really didn’t matter but she silenced him by pressing her lips to his.

“I-I’ll be right back, okay?” Bucky nods and she rushes off into the bathroom.

She knew exactly what she wanted for the first time in her life. She knew she wanted to do something that before had caused her so much pain. But she was nervous. Scared off the possibility of rejection.

Before she could even register what she was doing she was removing her clothes and stepping into the bedroom. Bucky’s jaw dropped wide open when he looked up from where he was putting his phone on charge.

Neither one said anything other than her nodding her head, hoping that he understood what she was trying to tell him.

To say she was nervous was an understatement yet she felt comfortable and confident, it helped that Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off her. The look of pure love and pride both outshining the lust swirling around in his ocean blue eyes, his fingers kept twitching in attempt to reach out for her.

When their eyes met Bucky gave her the most gentle, genuine smile she had ever seen. “Come here beautiful” he whispered, his right hand cupping her face holding her delicately as if she was a precious flower, his left hand resting on her hip. “You’re so beautiful”.

“B-Bucky… I l-love you”

“You- I love you too pretty girl” both smiling at each other before Bucky places his lips against hers, both sighing contently at the familiarity.

The kiss shared between the two lovers grew more heated, Bucky’s stomach flutters with pride as she starts to unconsciously take lead and he’s more than happy and willing to blindly follow.

Moving them both towards the bed he moves slowly in a sign that she could always back out of this, laying her on their bed lips breaking contact he leans on his left arm basking in the way she looks underneath him.

Theo’s mind raced with confusion when Bucky kept asking for permission or when he told her that they didn’t have to continue if she didn’t want to, she had grown accustomed to being told that she had no choice in that matter and overtime became numb to how badly it hurt, however she wanted this, for the first time in her life she wanted to be touched, to be loved so every time the man above her asked she nodded and smiled.

Bucky’s whole body swelled with determination to keep making her release those beautiful sounds of pleasure as he took her apart with his tongue and fingers. He chuckled lightly at the startled gasp that she let out at the sensation she had never felt before, lifting his head with a promise on the tip of his tongue that it was okay that died quickly when her hand rested itself on the back of his head pushing him closer to his new favourite meal.

He was addicted to her.

The act itself had tears gathering in her eyes, reassuring him to continue and that she was okay when he realised and stopped his actions, she was overwhelmed with the look of love and affection in his ocean eyes as his hips moved back and forth. His right hand linked with hers, his left resting itself on the side of her neck - thumb rubbing slowly from side to side as his tongue slowly danced with hers.

The only sounds coming from the room was soft moans and panting, and Bucky repeatedly telling her how much he loves her.

It was more than just sex. It was making love. An act neither one had ever experienced before.

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heyyy, could you maybe write a fic with the entire sully family x reader, where she is part of the metkayina clan, and after they get to stay she has to introduce the family to everything (instead of tsireya and aonung). They get closer and she’s a good friend to them.

She is very sweet, loves children and treats tuk like her own (this is a key element hihi)

So one day, after she goes out with tuk to entertain her, they get attacked by someone you can decide (I’m sorry but I need something angsty😭) and reader protects tuk and saves her life.

But, and here comes the “plot twist”, the sully’s misunderstand the situation and think reader did it on purpose or was trying to hurt tuk and they’re all angry and furious at her, not letting her explain.

So she retreats and doesn’t leave her marui pod for days, until someone from the clan clears it up, and they apologise to her… YOU CAN DECIDE THE ENDING, WETHER ITS HAPPY OR SAD!!!!

Thank u in advance and I have to say, I absolutely love your writing, every time I finish one of ur fics I crave moreeeee!!!❤️

summary: [y/n] saves the life of tuk, but at what cost?

a/n: hopefully this turned out good !! i’m kind of bad when it comes to misunderstanding trope because i kind of hate it ( whoopsies ) but i think it turned out okay ?? i’m just glad i finally was able to publish something after a few days. reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

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warnings: mentions of blood, injury, fear, a monster-like creature pursuing tuk and [y/n], jake and neytiri being kind of mean, scars, almost dying, passing out, a lil angst, happyish ending

words: 2.4k

i would do it again

she hadn’t meant for it to go the way that it did. everytime she replayed the scene in her head, tears pricked [y/n]’s eyes. what could’ve happened—what should’ve happened. she continued to thank eywa that both her and tuk made it out alive and safe.

it’d been that morning when the youngest sully bounded up to [y/n] in the middle of her chores. “[y/n]!” she cried, joy evident in her voice.

[y/n] could not help but grin, looking up from the net that she was busy detangling. “good morning, darling tuk!”

the sully family had been in awa’atlu for several months at that point, but [y/n] had been friends with them since they first arrived. [y/n] was a former warrior of the clan, despite how young she was. she was only twenty years old, but after a former event resulting in a very severe injury, [y/n] was quickly deferred to a safer alternative that still allowed her to help her clan.

after the incident, [y/n] found herself working with the children. it was her job to begin teaching them the ways of the water, which included breathing, swimming, and free-diving. when they got to the age of learning to hunt, they were passed along to another teacher.

that was how [y/n] first met the sullys.

after tsireya and ao’nung toured the village with them, the future tsahik introduced them to [y/n]. “she will be helping us teach you our ways.”

and so she did. although her schedule was far too busy to always attend the lessons, [y/n] was there as much as she possibly could, rewarding each and every child on their progress.

[y/n] was also introduced to neytiri and jake sully by tonowari. the ole’eyktan was quick to tell them of her honorable history, especially regarding the injury. [y/n] didn’t miss the way the toruk makto’s sympathetic eyes flickered to the large scar that still burdened her up and down her right leg. but, for the first time in a long time, his careful stare did not cause her insecurity. instead, it made her feel safe, especially as she limped up and down the beach.

it did not take long for the sully family to entrust [y/n]. she was kind, caring, and she was always there to help them. a part of [y/n] drifted to the sully family once neytiri began treating her as if she was one of their own, often inviting her over for dinner.

for the first time in years, ever since the deaths of her parents, [y/n] felt like she had a true family again.

so, given their history, [y/n] was not at all shocked at the arrival of tuk on that sunny morning.

“[y/n]!” she yelled once again, stopping in front of the metkayina girl. “oh my eywa, [y/n],” tuk panted, hands clasping her knees as she caught her breath.

“oh, my!” [y/n] laughed, smiling up from where she sat on the dock. “what is the matter, dear?”

“it is so nice out today!”

[y/n] chuckled at that. “oh, isn’t it?” leave it to tuk to cause a panic only for her to exclaim that the weather was good.

“we should go out,” tuk decided, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she gave [y/n] a look.

[y/n] only raised the muscles above her eyes. “you think so?”

tuk nodded vigorously. “yes, i do! kiri is busy with mother, lo’ak wants nothing to do with me, and neteyam refuses to take me out ever.” once she finished her short rant, she stuck out her bottom lip and widened her eyes. “please, [y/n]?”

“tuk,” [y/n] groaned, covering her eyes with her hands. “that’s unfair. you’re too adorable to refuse!”

tuk grinned pridefully. “i know, isn’t it awesome?”

just like that, the two soon found themselves sharing a ride on an ilu through the reef. [y/n] smiled at the way tuk’s arms flew outwards, allowing her to reach out and feel the tingling sensation as they passed through the thick waters.

the coral was gorgeous that morning thanks to the rays of sunlight that beamed through the surface, lighting up the seafloor. “look,” [y/n] signed to tuk, pointing out a crab that waddled across the ground.

a chuckle left the sully’s lips as indicated by the small trail of bubbles that floated above them. [y/n] grinned at the way tuk raised her hand, waving at the small creature that strolled across the ocean floor.

of course, it could only stay perfect for so long, and unfortunately, the perfection did not last long enough.

[y/n] immediately felt something was wrong when the water turned the slightest bit colder. although the sully girl did not notice, the chills rising on [y/n]’s arms sent her panicking. when her ilu rumbled in dismay beneath them, she knew they needed to turn around.

“it is time to go back,” [y/n] signed quickly, the annoyance being difficult to ignore from behind her. before tuk could sign anything back, the older girl rose her hand and gestured for her to stay quiet.

just as she directed the ilu to turn around, [y/n] noticed how quiet it was. for once in her life, [y/n] could hear nothing. it was just them and the ocean.

the fish were gone, fleeing into their homes. the crab on the ground was quickly sheltered by his hole in the sand. not even the water swayed all that much. a chill settled deep in [y/n]’s bones.

she panicked at the feeling of tuk’s arms wrapping around her waist, the sully’s small face pressed into her back. it was when she felt tuk’s hand hit her that she was prompted to look up from where she observed the quiet reef.

[y/n] nearly choked on the salty water when the sight of large animal. it loomed overtop of them, a shadow cast on top of them from his mere size. it’s flippers were large, but not nearly as large as his teeth were.

although it was only split seconds, it felt like a billion years until either of them made their first move.

when the creature attempted to close the distance between them, [y/n] sent the ilu flying beneath the beast. she swallowed a yelp at the feeling of the water by her ear, his mouth nearly having chomped it off had they not moved so fast.

unfortunately, the monster was as smart as it was quick, and it was soon adjusting. with one last look over her shoulder, [y/n] sent the ilu shooting forward.

tuk’s arms clasped [y/n] desperately, her eyes hidden from reality due to the fear it brought. at that, [y/n] urged the creature they rode on to swim even faster.

as much as the ilu tried, it was nothing compared to the fins that carried the monster behind them. once [y/n] felt it catching up, the only thing she could think to do was unattached her queue from the ilu and grab tuk. as they rolled off the side, [y/n] choked back a scream at the sight of her ilu being swallowed by the beast in one quick gulp.

blood blossomed in the water. tuk stared aimlessly, her cries not going unheard. [y/n] grabbed her face, pressing a hand overtop her mouth. not only could the beast hear, but tuk was losing breath.

“hush, darling,” she signed, eyes attentive to their surroundings. “you must be quiet. it will all be okay, do you understand?” tuk only nodded.

they hid behind a large rock-like structure, and [y/n] carefully peeked out to catch an understanding of where they stood versus the beast. she instantly rolled back around, back pressed against the textured piece of nature. he was close. dangerously so.

and so, [y/n] began to hatch a plan. as she would swim out, tuk would start swimming towards the surface. [y/n] was a trained warrior and swimmer, she could outswim the monster if she used the coral to her advantage. tuk just had to get back to civilization.

just as she turned to tell tuk of her plan, it appeared that it was far too late. she only whimpered once she felt the cold temperatures of the shade once again.

[y/n] grabbed tuk’s hand, praying to eywa that tuk would stay strong and stay smart. at least one of them needed to make it out alive, and it had to be tuk.

with one last squeeze of her hand, [y/n] stood up and locked eyes with the creature. behind her back, her fingers moved gracefully to communicate to tuk.

once she was done, she brought her hands above her head, making herself seem bigger as a small attempt, although it was more of a signal to tuk. with her arms up, tuk launched herself out and up, and the beast launched itself directly at [y/n].

she dodged almost perfectly if it weren’t for the spikes that took over his skin. she hissed as her skin caught one of the thorns, flesh tearing quickly.

[y/n]’s plan was, unfortunately, not at all fool-proof. dread settled in her gut as the beast’s eyes broke away from her and instead watched the distance thanks to the sight of a swimming na’vi.

“no!” she tried to scream, although the words came out extremely muffled because of the quick water.

and so, she let every primal instinct she ever had take over.

[y/n]’d never swam so fast in her life. she let the water take over, let eywa bless her and her senses. for the first time in a couple years, she could not feel the injury of her leg. it was just her and the sea.

her eyes did not leave tuk once, not even when the swam side-by-side with the monster. not even when he nearly ate her. she was far too quick for him.

they were throat-to-throat, and yet, at the last second, [y/n] sped ahead of the beast and launched herself on top of tuk. she cradled the girl as the water seemed to burst in every direction.

and then she blacked out.

when [y/n] awoke, she found herself in the comforts of her own home. the sun blinked through the marui, a feeling that caused [y/n] to smile.

that smile was quickly gone once she remembered exactly what happened before she’d passed out.

when [y/n] shot up, tsireya was quick to attend her side. “[y/n]!” she calmed, voice quiet and gentle. “[y/n], it is okay. you are okay! you are safe.”

[y/n] couldn’t even form full sentences. “tuk.”

“tuk is alive and well. she’s been awake for an hour or so, waiting for you.” tsireya’s smile faded. “but.. the sullys are keeping her from visiting.

[y/n]’s eyes narrowed at the news, confusion clouding her head. “what? why?”

“they think you did it.”

days go by, and [y/n] was quiet. quieter than she has been in years, ever since her injury. ever since her parents death. the guilt was nearly the same, nearly just as heart-wrenching.

they did not trust her. they thought she would hurt tuk. the mere thought of it sent [y/n] spiralling.

the olo’eyktan’s family tried to visit her often, but she was cut off. even when they did somehow make it inside, she was dry, often not even answering them. it was as if she pretended they didn’t exist.

[y/n] didn’t look so good either. she was leaving her own health as the last of her priorities, as if they didn’t matter compared to the fact that they didn’t trust her.

it was only thanks to the trustful word of tsireya that the sullys finally had clear enough minds to come and visit.

it was a quiet night, the only sound heard being the crash of the waves against the shore. [y/n] was busy poking at the food ao’nung delivered just moments before. she couldn’t find an appetite to even attempt eating the food, despite what she promised him.

at the sound of two bodies walking into her pod, she jumped onto her feet. ever since the incident, she was on extremely high alert. even when she slept at night, all she saw were the jaws of that monster… and then the way that the sea exploded around her.

time froze when she saw the guilty faces of jake and neytiri.

“[y/n],” jake’s voice was quiet, broken. almost as bad as she felt. “[y/n], we are so sorry.”

[y/n] only blinked. “why?” she swallowed, putting her food down behind her before taking a step towards the couple. “why in the world should you be sorry? it was only like i risked my life for your daughter and you didn’t even have the kindness to come and talk to me.” she shook her head. “i had to hear it from tsireya that you hated me. you didn’t give me a chance.”

neytiri sniffled, eyes full of guilty tears. “we understand. and that is why we are here.” she attempts to step towards [y/n], but retracts when she feels the younger girl tense. with a quick sigh, she continues. “we were worried. worried about our baby. all we knew is that you washed up together, and tuk was hurt because of something out on the reef. you were the only one with her. and we just… we thought, since you knew the reef so well, there was no way you could have run into such trouble.”

[y/n] paused before shaking her head. “i don’t know what that monster was,” she whispered. “i have never seen such a ghastly thing in my life.”

jake nods. “we know. we know that now, and we should have never doubted you. for that, we are so extremely sorry, and we are so extremely thankful that you kept tuk alive.”

[y/n] paused. after the years she spent grappling for approval from everybody on the island, after gaining it through risking her life, this was the first time that she truly felt fulfillment.

when tears welled up in her eyes, she allowed the parents to hug her. at the warmth of their arms around her trembling body, she whispered, “i would do it again.”

[alwayssassydreamer]

Where Do I Go From Here Part 3

"Stay With Me"

Day 30 of Kikitober

A/N: here you have the final installment aka my personal hell of Where Do I Go From Here once again SPOILER chap. 1079 and ep. 1112 (kinda) , put a tear or two into this.

Part 1 / Part 2 (i recommend to read both parts though only the 2nd is needed for this one)

Plot: Kid is trying to deal with the images and voices of his fallen crew members.

Warnings: giref, death

Characters: Kid, Killer, cameo by Heat and Wire

Days have passed maybe even weeks he doesn't know - time seemed to stay still on this abandoned island.

Loss, grief and guilt still clouding his mind.

He's never been hungry nor thirsty all he felt was loneliness and despair.

Everytime he went to the beach trying to find a way from this island he lost all his strength the memories of the fallen haunting him.

Their voices saying his name. Pleading for his life. The scenes that happened before he got washed ashore kept replaying in his head.

At some point the voices turned into images in the far distance.

He tried to reach out his hand to pull them closer to him but he couldn't they were too far gone. At one point he could've sworn that Killer had reached out his hand to him telling him to come closer but again his mind was playing dirty tricks on him. Killer.

Every memory of the first mate caused him pain. Not physically but emotionally. His partner appearing in front of him with his bloody face. The low and gentle voice that keeps telling him to leave, to not give up. "Promise me" he repeated

And the mask, the broken mask Kid never left behind since the day it washed ashore. The only real thing left. They only thing that made him feel like he could hold on to Killer.

"I know i promised you Killer, but i can't keep it." He would shout back at the blondes shadow.

Kid was sure that he started to loose his mind. The grief getting the better of him.

Then one day the voices of his crew became louder and clearer then they ever had before. "Don't worry captain, we're fine but now you need to get your shit together and keep fighting"

"I'm sorry i let you down. I'm sorry that I caused you all to suffer. I'm sorry you had to die because of me" he replied voice cracking with every word said.

He sat down at the beach, one hand covering his face the other holding tightly onto Killer's mask. The pieces that once belonged to the victoria punk still laying in the sand, surrounding him.

"I'm done with this shit, i can't move on without you." He yelled as anger overtook him.

That's when Killer appeared next to him.

"Come on Kid, don't do this to me. You can't give up, not now" Killer pleaded, placing his hand on the captains shoulder.

"Yes i can" Kid simply muttered as his mind drifted away.

"Fucking asshole, do you think I covered that fucking attack so you could just give up now" Killer's voice grew louder as his crew's voices were shouting their captains' name

But Kid felt like he was too far gone to say something, the grief too overwhelming.

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"Kid!" Killer yelled as he began to panic when he realized that his captain was about to die.

"Guys we're loosing him" he shouted voice shaking looking at his crew mates who were panicking as well.

Some biting back their tears others looking at their captain unable to move praying for him to come back.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile Kid knew that this would be his end.

The voices of his crew barely audible only Killer's remained.

"Kid look at me" Killer yelled but Kid kept his gaze out into the open sea.

"Kid" he screamed as he grabbed his face to make him look at him.

"This is NOT real. I need you to leave this place and come back to me. We need you here captain."

After hearing these words Kid snapped back.

"What do you mean" he asked confused.

"Kid, we're still here all of us" Killer said his voice slowly beginning to become more distant, his image starting to disappear. "

Wait Killer, I don't understand" he stuttered trying to reach for him but the first mate disappeared. His voice no longer heard. Suddenly Kid started to feel a sharp pain in his chest, barely able to breath, his sight blurring, the mask dropping into the sand.

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"His heart stopped beating" Heat yelled.

The crew was shocked not able to do or say anything.

"The fuck are you saying" Killer shouted desperately, placing his hand over Kid's heart. Nothing.

"This is not gonna happen" he said fighting the tears that threatened to escape his eyes - involuntarily laughs bubbling out of him.

The crew lowered their heads - slowly starting to accept what was happening.

"Killer it's to no avail" Heat said in a sad voice a tear rolling down his cheek.

"No!" The first mate couldn't and wouldn't accept that, he frantically pressed down on Kid’s chest Kid.

No he wouldn't die, no he promised him to keep fighting.

"Come on… come on!” Killer muttered through gritted teeth, his voice raw, almost pleading as he rhythmically pushed, then checked Kid’s face for any sign of breath.

Nothing. Only silence.

Watching Kid die was painful enough but seeing the desperate attempts of the first mate trying to save the captain made it even harder for everyone.

Killer didnt no he couldn't let up pressing down like a maniac. The crew exchanged somber looks. They knew it was over and Killer was fighting a loosing battle."

Killer stop" Wire said placing a hand on Killer's shoulder but the latter wouldn't give up.

"I can't" Killer mumbled voice cracking as more laughs escaped his lips.

"You need to let go" Wire continued trying his best to calm Killer down and not to start crying - like the rest of the crew already did.

"KID YOU FUCKING BASTARD GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COME BACK" Killer screamed as he hit Kid's chest.

His voice a mix of pure rage and agony, a raw emotion none of the crew had ever heard from him before.

But Kid didn't move and Killer started to feel hot tears run down his face along with his involuntarily laugh. His hands continued but with every failed attempt his hope to bring his friend back faltered.

He lowered his head resting it on Kid's chest, hands gripping Kid's vest mumbling "Stay with me".

[99hook]

Hello ma'am. Glad you had fun at aew. I have an idea if you don't mind. So I was thinking like Jack has Anna attack Hooks y/n and she is sent home to recover. Hook spends time with her at home. Yn wants to take this opportunity to have some "alone" time with Hook. But everytime she initiates anything he shuts it down.

She starts to have doubts about herself or if he is stepping out on her. She confronts him about it and explains that he feels bad for allowing her to get in the middle of his feud with Jack. And ya know they work it out and then smut. 😈

I was originally going to add it to the ones I did but you are queen of the fics and I was hoping to see what you do with it. ❤️

18+

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He felt like he failed at the most important thing that he ever tries to do. Protecting you.

Even though you were as tough as they come and had the outstanding ability to hold your own against whoever challenged you, he still watched your every move with intensive care, waiting for the moment when you’d need him as your backup.

But when the moment came, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He can’t stop replaying the scene in his head. Botched moves happen all the time but not like what happened almost a week ago.

The two of you were being ambushed by Jack and Anna. It was all planned, but the outcome certainly wasn’t.

Jack threw Hook over the ropes, landing him on his spine against the side of the ring. You and Anna’s brawl had made it to the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. She picked you up and hoisted you on the top one. The intention was for you to bring her up and sell a risky move from the top turnbuckle that, in a perfect world, would’ve been similar to your partner’s signature suplex.

All Hook remembers is hearing the crowd simultaneously gasp before Anna shouted out, “Get the medics, now!”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that feeling in the pit of his stomach. A nauseating, gut wrenching coil that made him woozy as he ran to where you were limply laying on the outside of the ring.

Everyone broke character that night and nobody cared. There was blood pooling on the mat and Hook was quick to snatch his wrist tape off and hold it to the laceration on the side of your forehead, attempting to slow it down while the medics took what felt like forever to get to you.

You were dazed and couldn’t move. There was a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through your ribs, nearly paralyzing you when he attempted to roll you onto your back.

You let out a pained cry and it breaks his heart every time that sound decides to haunt him. Jack was standing behind him with Anna, both of them frantically scanning the entrance for the medics.

“YN” He cradles your face, “YN, hey! Stay with me! Don’t go to sleep, alright?”

Your eyes rolled back and he lost it. The cameras panned in on him, his voice overpowering the mixed reactions from thousands of fans when they realized this was not scripted at all.

“Jack, go get the fucking medics! Now! Go!” He demands, sending his opponent racing up the ramp.

“YN” he tries again, gently tapping your cheek. “Come on, YN! Keep your eyes open! Please, baby, keep them open for me!”

Anna reached down and held pressure to the deep wound, your blood staining her fingers and Hook’s entire palm and forearm. She kept looking back to the ramp waiting for Jack to bring out the medics and time was a crucial factor to the point that Hook took it upon himself to get you the help you needed.

“Keep her awake” he tells Anna before he sprints towards the stage. Within moments he was back with five medics and a gurney in tow.

He watched their every move carefully, his hand squeezing yours tightly as they strapped you down and rolled you back to the awaiting ambulance in the garage. He never left your side that night, and doesn’t plan to still.

You were granted time off to heal so he took the time off to be with you. Your fractured ribs, a concussion and stitches served as cruel reminders that he just couldn’t keep you as safe as he was supposed to.

It was unbearable for him to see every time you struggled to get out the bed. He felt his heart cracking down the center each time he had to watch you clutch your side in pure agony when the jolts of sharp pain shot through you.

He wasn’t sleeping, barely eating, just waiting on you hand and foot because to him, it was the least he could do. He was the reason you were injured in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve never been involved in the feud between him and Jack.

You were feeling better, though. He just didn’t believe that. After a week and a half of him tending to your every need, all you wanted was to show him how thankful you were to him. But every time you tried, he would muster up some excuse as to why he doesn’t want to.

It was starting to get to you. The way he would retreat from your lips when you kissed down his neck. How he kept stopping your hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. He never used to do that. Usually you could just give him a single look and he was taking you to the bedroom, but now you can’t even get him to kiss you fully.

It was late when you asked a question that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue. Side by side in bed, both barely watching what was playing on the tv. You both had a million thoughts swarming around in your scrambled minds, but for completely different reasons.

“Tyler” you whispered, your eyes falling to the sheets that covered you. He hummed in response, keeping his tired, low eyes on the screen.

“Are you cheating on me?”

His head snapped to you instantly, brows knitted tight under the disheveled hair over his forehead.

“Am I cheating on you?” He repeated as if he was taken back by the question.

“You haven’t wanted to touch me at all. You haven’t even been kissing me the same way since-“

“You’re injured.” His deep voice cuts you off. “And why would you ask me if I’m cheating on you? I’ve been here with you every single day since you got hurt.”

“Because you refuse to touch me!” You didn’t mean to get as loud as you did. “Like, I try to kiss your neck and you pull away from me. Every time I try to do anything you stop me! You never do that, so I can’t help but think that something’s going on-“

“A lot is going on, YN. But nothing like you’re thinking. I would never cheat on you, ever. I thought you knew that already.”

He looked hurt. Genuinely saddened by the fact that you felt this way and you actually had to ask him whether or not he remained loyal to you. That was never something he ever thought he would have to hear from you. He aims to make you feel like the only girl in the world every single day and now it’s just another thing that he evidently failed at doing.

He sighs as he drops his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Baby” he breathes out, “I can’t stand seeing you like this, especially knowing it’s all my fault.”

“Nothing was your fault.”

“It was all my fault!” He snaps with a sharp tone. “You wouldn’t have even been brought into this shit if it wasn’t for me.”

“It was an accident, Tyler.” You reached over and rested your hand on his arm, pleased when he didn’t pull away. “And if you remember correctly, we mutually agreed to do this storyline together as a tagteam. You act like you just drug me into it. You didn’t.”

You hoped you were reassuring him, but it was hard to tell. He glanced down at your hand and placed his over top of it, giving it a gentle squeeze before he sighed and dropped his head down again.

“I should’ve been paying attention.” He mutters. “I would’ve been there to break your fall when you slipped or-“

“It was not your fault, baby.” You tell him again. “It was a misstep on me, not you. These things happen all the time. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just an accident.”

“That could’ve costed you your life.” He interrupts, his eyes widening as the different scenarios of what could have happened bombard him again. “You heard the doctor. You were lucky you didn’t break your neck the way you landed. That’s serious shit, YN!”

“I know it is, but that could literally happen to anyone at any given moment! You can’t beat yourself up because I made a mistake, Tyler. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You slid your hand down his arm and caught his fingers, running your thumb over his calloused knuckles.

“Hey” you whispered, leaning over carefully, your lips lingering over his ear. “I love you, and I want to show you how thankful I am to have you. All the time, but especially during times like this. Please?”

“Your ribs are-“ but you cut him off when he turned his head, capturing his lips with your own.

“Please” you hummed against him, letting a slight moan slip out when he finally deepened the kiss. You felt him moving closer, sliding his hands underneath your hips to ease you down gently while he placed himself between your thighs.

But he hesitated as soon as he felt himself twitch beneath those sweatpants.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss to say, “YN, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how to-“

“Just be gentle and I’ll be perfectly fine.” You breathily whisper before you pull him back down to your lips, desperate for the closeness that’s been lacking since you got injured.

You didn’t know if he was capable of actually being gentle with you, until he proved it.

He tenderly caressed your thigh as he placed a few lingering kisses to your neck. He focused on that sweet spot that earned him a couple soft moans and hums of appreciation but he had to fight the urge to take things to another level like the two of you usually do.

It was a challenge for him to keep his composure after so long of fighting the temptations but he knew he had to be as easy with you as possible, and when you’re fully healed he can take all night with you until you can’t take it anymore.

For now, he just wanted to make you feel what you’d been missing. He wanted to make sure you had no questions about his love for you.

He leaned back and slowly slid your panties down to your ankles and tossed them aside before he slid his sweats down his thighs.

You were needily awaiting what you’d been craving, and he knew it.

He was cautious about bearing too much weight on top of you when he made his way back up to your lips. He kept himself held with his elbows while he cradled your face, slowly and languidly taking his sweet time exploring every inch of your mouth, savoring the flavor on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you, YN” he whispers against them before he pulls back slightly, his eyes strongly holding the contact with yours as if he’s trying to make sure you wholeheartedly believe that. “You’re my one and only. Right?”

You nodded, your heart swelling in your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. He placed one more gentle kiss to your lips before he positioned himself at your entrance. He observed you intensely as he slowly pushed himself in, making absolute sure that you were okay.

Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of him stretching you out, and he paused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you moaned out, “keep going, please.”

He was hesitant, so he pushed in a little slower. He held himself still despite the fact that his body was pleading for him to do more.

You ran your fingers through his hair, giving the soft locks an encouraging tug.

“Ready?” He asks, struggling to fight the divine feeling of finally being buried inside you again.

“Yes, please” you begged, earning a single nod before he slowly pulls his hips back and to. Your eyes fluttered shut again, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain.

He watched your every reaction until he felt you clenching tighter around him, and he couldn’t help but to drop his head to your shoulder.

“You feel amazing, YN” he breathes against your neck, peppering loose kisses along the way. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned back to the praises and the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot just right.

He rolled his hips in. The thrusts so slow and steady, yet so powerful at the same time. He was taking the time he needed to really find the rhythm, and knew he succeeded when you let a gasp fly past your lips and a series of louder moans following.

“Right there?” He breathily whispers as he rolls his hips in again. He felt your nails digging into his shoulders, your heart stammering against his chest gently pressed to yours.

“Yes” you croaked out, “Oh my God, Just like that, please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” He continues that same motion. Slow, steady, and strong.

His lips latched to the side of your neck, sucking a deep patch in its place as he reveled in the sound of your broken moans and sighs intermingling through the room.

He sped up slightly when he felt your walls clenching tighter around him, knowing by the way you were hugging him tight that you were getting close.

He pulled himself back up, his lips locking with yours in the midst of another broken moan you couldn’t contain. His hips stuttered once when your tongue roamed over his. If he was standing he would’ve been weak at the knees.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He groans.

“I wanna keep doing it.” You say back, before your mouth drops when he gives one more forceful thrust. He watches, making sure that it wasn’t too much, but all you did was reassure him when you dug your nails deeper into his shoulders and your eyes begged him for more.

He obliged, snapping his hips in and out, but somehow just as gently as it was when the trusts were slow and smooth.

Your head pressed back into the pillows, eyes screwing shut when he hit your sweet spot with a stronger force. That’s what you’d been missing and he knew it.

He leans down, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as his lips hover over your ear.

“I gotta hold back right now, baby. But when you’re all better, I promise ima take my time making it up to you. However you want me to.”

He felt a warmth arising around him, matching the feeling in his stomach that was quickly spreading through his entire body.

He twitched again and gave two more strong snaps in as your nails accidentally drew half-moon traces of blood against his shoulder blades. He rode that high out with you, doing his best to prolong it for as long as he could.

You had a vice grip around him preventing him from pulling back when your orgasm hit and all he could do was let himself be completely submitted into that feeling that made his head spin.

One of his hands clutched the pillow while the other one tangled up in your hair as an abundance of low groans and the occasional curse word got lost somewhere against your shoulder.

He felt your heart hammering against his chest and you felt his skipping beats. Breathless and spent, he slowly pulled out of you when your walls finally released him, and lazily fell to your side, gently wrapping one arm around you.

“I love you.” You managed to say between deep, breathy sighs as you ran a hand through his slick hair. He nuzzled into your neck and placed a tender kiss over the discoloration he left moments prior, whispering against your skin, “I love you more.”

[vumming]

resident evil — carlos oliviera “ganache”

contents : smut, cringe

a/n: i should rewatch death island or maybe do my reviewers for the semester examination but nooo i am writing filth, HEAVENS

The sun shines and glisten against the ocean, sending waves of glittering stars that can send each eyes enamoured, glued to the scene that sends hearts thumping at the beauty of it.

Perhaps that's how enraptured your eyes were, his arms circling around your midsection as he breathes near the crook of your neck. "Pretty?" The warmth of his breath made your body shivers in delight—there is always something about him.

Maybe that's why he always have you dancing on the palm of his hands.

"Yeah?" You breathes out, own hands sliding to caress his arms that's enveloped around you and it's rather cold, cold for someone who looks like a burning flame. "You look focused." Carlos kissed the lobe of your ear, his voice low and guttural—it is the early morning after all.

"Because.." Your voice seems to be stuck inside your own throat, a lump of saliva forming as you felt your heart rate rise and jump. "Because it's..." Even when you repeated it, no words could complete it.

"Are you not cold, amoré?"

"Not when you're here, no." You answer, curt and soft, palm coming up to touch his cheek, the pads of your fingers lightly grazing his skin.

"I can still offer more than just company." Carlos insinuate, shifting his head to face your palm so he's able to tease and lightly bite the tip of your fingers.

"..And that is?" He could feel you getting flustered, yet not pushing him away. The way your body quiver before his affection was evident that he can't help but deepen the connection that continues to bloom inbetween.

Carlos grabbed of jaw jaw, his hold firm yet gentle, you are someone so precious that should be held tenderly, someone who may slip anytime if he ever looked away—so he angles your head towards him, her neck arching and exposing the spot that he had savoured the other night. "Warm you up." He murmurs near your lips but not kissing, merely grazing.

For someone who looks like a burning flame, his gaze upon you grounds you down like an ice creeping into the earth, keeping itself intact within.

Despite the pleasant breeze of the ocean waves, the golden touch of the sun on your skin, bathing them in colours—it was far too warm.

The tension, undeniable.

The lust, unbearable.

Time felt like a skip, and soon, hands were against each other. Carlos took the lead, dancing you in every touch, his hands mapping your curves and beauty, leaving no spot unblemished by his warmth.

Beautiful.

His hands grope and squeeze each exposed skin before him, tongue in tangles and the rhythm is a melody that replays everytime that your heart mingles and intertwines.

There's a pull, his own body moving unconsciously—he had done this before, loved.

But not once did it felt this fulfilling that he wants more. The type where his contentment is never filled no matter what, he lays you down on one of the benches, tenderly laying you down.

"Open." One simple command from him has you in a chokehold, thighs parting for him and allowing his wandering hand to press on your stomach—down, down, down.

He smiled against the kiss, this is what 'complete' should feel like, Carlos thought to himself.

Robe was becoming undone, revealing the figure he had come to adore and memorize—he knew that body like the back of his hand.

"If I pressed here.." He started, his fingers hovering on the place that he knows always send you spiraling in a deep abyss where stars always line up your vision like an illusion. "Do you want that, amoré?"

Quivering lip, expectant eyes and eager body says it all.

He dived in like a koi in a fall, determine upon seeing the face his lover makes. How could he not? When your eyes are begging for him like that. Carlosbsmiled sweetly, giving in and pressing a chaste kiss on your jaw. "As you demand, mi amor."

His fingers slipped inside your clothes, reaching for the spot that never fails to make your legs shake and how your breath hitch.

Bingo.

"Be a good girl and open wider." Carlos instructs, lapping the expanse of your neck as he breathe in your scent, his ring and middle fingers circling around the bud of nerves to build up your arousal.

The noise that's coming out of your lips are melodic and addictive, he can't get enough. Eager fingers continues to tease, coating it with the clear fluids of your lust.

"Car- Carlos.." Voice breaking when he pokes one finger teasingly inside, never giving but still serving.

"Tell me what you want," He whispers, kissing the place where your ear and jaw meets. "You have a voice, do you not?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

He waits, continuing his light ministrations. "Please touch me." Your words were his command, he slipped one in, the sudden intrusion after a few moments of teasing made you moan softly, hand forming into a fist as you finds purchase on his shoulder.

One.

Two.

Three.

The sweet schlick schlick schlick is extremely erotic—he watch as your face contort into one of pleasure. The same face that beams in pride and tender love whenever looking at him is now underneath him and asking to be devoured.

"Hnghh.." Despite the discomfort, it wasn't long before it turned into one of pleasures.

His palm thrusts slowly and achingly yet the drive hits all the way deep and full. Your essence dripping down and painting his own hand.

Even with the way the skin of his fingers wrinkles, he doesn't stop. Carlos laughs softly through his nose, finding it amusing how he finds you so..

So beautiful that his thoughts always end up on you.

"Only one, then I'll give it to you." He tells you, his body sliding downwards more and more, he can feel your eyes on him like a hawk on a prey but you were the vulnerable one in such position.

Slowly and agonizingly, he grabbed a hold of your hand, leading it to the lace underwear that he had bought you back when you went shopping. Passion red and midnight black—a colour that suits you very well.

The cloth hangs from one of your ankles, not fully off, both were too focused on each other to give attention to the now lonely lace.

His breath fanning your crotch, just like last time. Heavens, you are addictive and he can't help himself but lap a few.

"A-anhh..! Wait- that's dirty-!"

But you could not stop him, not with his strength and the way his other hand seizes your wrists. "Lucky for you, I like mine the way yours is." Were his only words before he licked a stripe of you.

"Carl-" Fight is futile when his tongue slips to give what you want. What you need. Just a few more and that bundle of nerves awaiting to pop will be-

"Though I adore this, how about doing something new?"

He didn't allow for it, retreating when your legs were shaking far too much, how your stomach caves in and back arches from the bench. Even when your eyes were already rolling back, Carlos did not gave her mercy.

"New..?" You stammer in reply.

Parting from you, albeit hesitantly, Carlos cleans off the excess dribble of your existence on his fingers, eyes locked with you to make sure that you're watching before sending that smug grin of his that always sends your heart in a flutter.

He approaches the mini refrigerator placed on the deck, opening it and revealing the mystery that interrupted the little pleasure.

It was a bowl of chocolate ganache—a leftover of the cake that you'd baked yesterday.

But you were anything but deprived of that sweet release that he cruelly took with him. "Yeah." Carlos moved in between your parted thighs, returning to his previous position with the bowl as his company.

"Like this." The spread of the ganache left the ocean back, each light that glistens were swallowed whole with delight as it falls down on your skin. Cold and sweet.

Your lips part in surprise, cheeks puffing in colour as you watch Carlos reach to spread it in even further on your body, clothes already disrobed. His thumb flicker on your areola, rubbing light circles against it before swiping a thumb from the ganache, nipples pert and aroused due to his continuous abuse of your lust.

"I'm sure, it'll be as delectable as it seems."

His lips encircle your bud, suckling like a baby but more—his teeth gritting and pinching the pert bud lightly. It's sweet. He likes sweets, he likes you. It's a win-win situation.

Tongue replaces hands, now they wander in search to emit that same delectable sound that you always release upon finding your sweet spot. But oh, he knows you too well at this point on that he intentionally avoids them, savouring the ganache that he laps up.

Fleeting eyes watch your face contort into priceless look of pleasures, the valley of your breasts rises and falls as you breathe in deep whenever he'd come close to your erogenous zones.

How cute.

Scoffing in his mind, he made up his mind to go give her the mercy she deserves. His eyes crinkling at the thought. Breathing her in like air—Carlos sucks at the same place as before. Not a part was left, each expanse was given attention, kissed, caressed, tasted and loved.

Perhaps it's the way your nails licked a stipe of red on his back, digging firmly to grab a hold of any skin to ground yourself. Narrowed eyes gazing delightfully, and if he seek even further he'd be dared to see the hearts that have formed in your eyes.

Despite the proximity and clearness, Carlos could watch the show for goodness knows how long as he devour every part of you, leaving you no choice but to squirm and moan. An arm guards your midriff, inabling you to escape from his grasp.

"Wait! Wait- hahh.."

He could tell how you're reaching new heights, desperately grabbing a hold of that thin line to keep yourself sane from the onslaught abuse on your pussy—how your head is thrown back, hips gyrating mindlessly and legs thrashing over his shoulder.

Such delicious sight all his to see.

His hips buckled against one of your thighs, the scene is far too tempting that Carlos may not be able to hold him self any longer.

"Hnghh..! C-Carlos..!"

And came that melody that he have come to cherished. Carlos lapped the excess, lower face drenched of your juices and essence like a starved man who just ate something edible for the first time.

"Heh, tired already?" He chuckled, nearing your face as he studies you. The sweat dripping and tracing off of your skin to mark a line. "Too bad, we've just started."

Tugging his trunks off along with his boxers, your hands reached to grab his wrist, halting his movements momentarily. "Let.. let me.." You breathily offers, even with how out of breath you are, it's cute how his sweet little girl wants to return the favour as well.

Too bad that his patience has been tested over and over because of you.

Carlos leaned forward, pecking your lips and yours follows when he part, wanting more of him. Like how much he does to you. "No. My patience has already been tested. I'm getting more hungry, amoré."

With quick and agile movements, He secured her wrists and led it to the expanse of his back, wide and scarred of battle. "Hold tight." Carlos whispers, lining himself up to your entrance.

Despite the prep works from earlier, you were still tight—or perhaps because he was just simply bigger than average. A small pop! echoes as soon as he was able to enter.

Carlos could feel every bumps and ridges when he had sheathe himself inside, the pulse alike to heartbeat as he grunts beside your ears. A slow and sensual sight is displayed before him.

In. Out.

In. Out.

The way a small buldge forms at every thrust sets the flame alight like embers and he find myself increasing the rhythm of the dance that you both do.

Hand lifting your hips for better purchase as he continue to give you what you desire. "Anh..! Anh, hahh.. It feels good." You call, even with your own voice breaking from the ministrations.

"Yeah? Taking me so well like a.. nn.. good girl." The pleasure is unbearable that he finds himself chasing it, he hissed, biting your sweet spot as you rake your nails on his back, he's sure that there's a lot of marks already. The sting is a welcome feeling, a sign of you claiming him as your own.

"Please, please, please..!"

The bruising on your hips turning shades of red is a claim similar to yours on his back, bicep flexing as he feel the heaviness inside him become more full.

This tango takes two to be done.

Ringk! Ringk! The scaffolding chair creaks from the pressure, you're already pressed on the cushions of it, body thrash against his and he helped guide your thighs to lock on his hips.

"It feels funny-!"

"It's supposed to feel funny."

Pert nipples touching and grazing upon his chest, the delicious sway is, incomplete and sloppy.

"Ahn..!"

And came your tandem being broken as a strangled cry left your lips which he swallowed whole. Hips stilling as he pour his own inside, painting the walls white.

The two of you stayed in position for a while, the whole time felt like time was nothing but a simple motion, the warm sun rays hitting lightly against your skin, face illuminated by the golden glow.

"You fine, amoré?" And you nod, still breathing deeply, your hold loose against his body.

"You done well." Even the simple words makes your body shiver, he nuzzles his nose to the crook of your neck and shoulder, pressing and peppering sweet and light kisses.

After a few more affectionate and soft kisses, you reach to cup his cheeks, prepping yourself to kiss your lover.

"Heh, haven't gotten enough?"

"You're so cheeky." You replied, hitting him weakly on the shoulders. "I'll have to clean you up." he followed, beginning to part from your embrace before you pulled him back, even with how weak you already are from the done-doing, you still found the energy to pull him into your arms again.

"Not yet.!" You complained, brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Not yet?"

"Yeah.. I'm cold again.."

Carlos laughs, obligating to your request, "How needy." Yet he didn't part ways.

[nicoyack]

sorry but everytime i replay twc book 2 n the scene where the detective brings up their dad comes up i get so embarrassed. like i know its brought up for story purposes but like girl why did u bring up ur dad being like My father was a detective too!!! only to be like Yeah he’s dead btw. literally u were having a happy moment n were fine. goddamn

[0sincerelyella]

Fear~ Miguel Diaz

Summary~ Y/n has been with Miguel since day one, and she has always been supportive, but his entrance in the sekai taikai has her worried beyond compare. with fear that he’ll end up in the hospital all over again. she wants to be a supportive girlfriend, but she also doesn’t want to have to see him go through that again

Fic type: actually so fluffy like you may die

warnings: I talk about miguel’s accident a lot in here, so if that’s something that upset you, then you probably shouldn’t read further. also, I am not very good at grammar and punctuation and capitalization and spelling so just PLEASE bear with me. the content is there i promise

“I am beyond proud of you Miguel” miguel’s smile painted his face, but he could see the fear in her eyes. “You’re my biggest supporter Sweetheart” He grabbed her hand. they sat at the kitchen table in his mother, and johnnys, apartment. under the dim light of the kitchen, Miguel could still read y/n like a book.

“y/n,” he moved the hair out of her eyes, resting his hand cupping her neck. “Your support matters to me more than anybody’s” y/n choked down tears as only one scene played out in her head. she watched as her person, the only person she’s ever truly cared about, fell down off of balcony over and over again. “but baby, i know that your support doesn’t ever come without worry” His hand moved from her neck, to her hand. he’s holding both her hands now.

“Miguel, I’ve seen you get hurt so many times, and this is dangerous, I know it could help you get into college but i’m so so worried something’s gonna happen again, but migs i-“

“y/n,” he quieted her rambling. “look at me” she had been examining the grain on the table until he lifted her head up. The tears in her eyes had fallen down her cheeks. his thumb quickly wiped them away. “Karate always comes with risks-“ she shook her head, he’d preached this to her many many times over the years but it never stuck. “I’m not telling you to stop karate miguel” her voice getting more frantic as she spoke.

Y/n wasn’t sure how to tell her feelings. She wants him to continue karate, he loves it, and she loves him. The sound of him hitting the stairs replays in her head everytime he goes to practice. “Miguel, you almost died” She took her hands and wiped her own tears. “Miguel i love you, i love your family, i love your friends, i love robby, i’ve forgiven robby, but that doesn’t mean i have to let you fall again” the tears keep coming and wiping them away doesn’t even slow them down. she’s standing, pacing through the living room. Miguel places both his hands on her hips and pulls her close. her head rests gently against his chest and one of his hands moves to the back of her head. they sway, he hums as she cries.

He understands she’ll never not worry. and he understands that no matter what she says she’ll still let him go. He’s not trying to convince her to let him go, or get her to stop worrying. He just wants to let her know, that no matter what, he’s going to try his hardest to be okay for her.

words won’t ever tell her not to worry, but the calmness in his humming, and the love in his swaying reminded her that he’s coming back to her every time. the way his hand rubbed the back of her head and his lips kissed her forehead whenever he could. he didn’t know how to tell her in words, but he told her in the way she needed it most.

“Hey love birds” when the front door opened and johnny, miguel’s mother, grandmother, and robby walked through the door. y/n quickly wiped her tears and stood up straight. “y/n?” carmen stepped forward. concern painted her face. “darling what’s wrong?” pushing miguel out of the way, she pulled y/n close. with understanding, the boys and rosa stepped out of the room and into their own, leaving carmen, miguel, and y/n alone. “I think i know what’s wrong” she said, sitting y/n on the couch. miguel sat on the other side of y/n, preparing himself for the “i’m afraid of losing you” speech from his mom and hair girlfriend.

“I am in the same boat as you every time he steps onto a mat as-well” y/n nodded “i just want to learn how to not worry, because i know karate is his passion, but i’ve seen it hurt him and i love him and i can’t watch something like that happen again” she felt his hand grip her thigh, but instead of speaking up he let his mother take the lead.

“As a mother, watching your son go into something as dangerous as fighting every day of his life because he loves it, it’s terrifying. but i’ve learned that i’ll have to let him spread his wings. and he has the two greatest coaches-“

“SENSAIS!!”

carmen turned her head to see johnny, rosa, and robby all poking their heads into the room. “the two greatest sensais in the valley, making sure that he is strong and smart enough to not let anything like that happen again”

y/n looked to miguel, his eyes never left hers. “and no matter how many times i’m hurt, i will always make it back to you. I am fighting for you out there. not college, not closure, not revenge. i’m fighting for you”

carmen stood, leaving the room (pushing the others to leave aswell) Miguel held y/n close to his chest. “I promise you, no matter what, i’ll be okay. for you i’ll be okay” y/n smiled, finally feeling relief in her fear. “You have my support, always”

[mp3minded]

note: this was written before volume 12's release.

The Liam Route Experience, in Casa Amor.

Going back to the beginning of Casa Amor for a Liam redo, I knew I'd experience the worst of his behavior again. Which, on the one hand, really put my quest for him to the test, to say the least. (Here are all the times where I let my MC keep her backbone, and Liam in check 💀)

(And for the record, he was lying about Bea here 🤡 but MC couldn't know that then, realistically 😭)

On the other hand.. I'd also say it was worth the trip back. 👀 It was funny to see everyone look at MC crazy, whenever she expressed interest in Liam;

And uwu there was a number of things that jumped out at me this time 'round, now that I only had my attention on all things Liam. Despite how much he initially banged on about Bea, he did nothing with her on the 1st night of Casa, even though she was open to bedtime kisses by then, one can assume;

And, speaking of The Liam List.. he put Claudia below "Emel" (the interchangeable other OG girl) because she'd of been more "difficult" to win over. And, MC was below Claudia. It can be easily argued that, he knew he couldn't gameplay his way to MC, which was why he didn't bother in the first place. He just avoided his own opinion on her, by talking about what he thinks she thought of him instead—classic deflection. Why was that only done for MC? 👁☕️

Not mention something else I connected the dots on, which I think is a huge revelation.. Liam infamously flopped the Mr. and Mrs. Challenge with Bea, since he basically zoned out during his entire date with her. But MC? He's got quite an opinion on her situation with the OG!LI, to where he wanted to plant a seed of doubt with them—and why would he want to do that? 👁 I think it's a shady/sabotaging form of grafting.

In any case, this moment here showed me that yes, he was keeping tabs on MC, more than he normally lets on 👁☕️

Even though he never really verbally reciprocated MC's flirts with him.. he did always say "thank you, MC" whenever she did, and. I don't know why, I found that kinda cute uwu and i like imagining him say my name in an earnest way too OKAY SHUSH 😭💀

When him and MC do share 'lil moments together, it's so innocent? 🥺 like I think the best example of this was during the one-on-one you can have with him at the Casa pool.

At first, I didn't expose his gameplaying to Bea because I thought something would come out of that choice, but it just made the scene shorter to the point of boredom, and through exposing him instead, I got the chance to then apologize;

And this is from taking the high ground, instead of pushing him into the pool (which I did do the last time, so I haven't seen this before 😭);

And, oh my god. This next moment (from the same scene) below, tore me up so bad, that I kept revisiting it in my photo gallery in-between my breaks from replay, and my imagination would just run on overtime, everytime. If there was ever, a screencap picture that could say a thousand words on its own, it'd be this one;

THE IMPLICATIONS!!!! FROM SO EARLY ON!!!! WHY is he giving me those puppy eyes!? 😭🥺

At first, I thought we could've only seen GLIMPSES of what can be learned during later interactions with him in the villa—that he doesn't find MC as ineligible for him, as he lied about in Casa. So yeah, when I saw this, I.. well. I think I'd rather save those first impressions for fic writing, I found it that thought provoking 🥺

Like, why did Liam want MC to stay? 🥺

it's got me so emo like—GOD. I have to see his route through now, come hell or high water.

[elisysd]

Fearless

Cruel Summer Masterlist

Monza 2025

Lyanna felt like she was about to throw up. She loved watching Charles racing. She loved watching him being happy. Bu she didn’t like the unnecessary risks he was taking. She knew it was Monza, a track that he loved because of the love of the Tifosi. She knew he wanted to make them proud. But fighting, almost going of the track and keep on doing it, she hated it. Sitting beside Arthur, who was taking care of a little over one year old Julia, who was smiling at him, Lyanna was bitting her nails until blood started to appear and it started to hurt. And she was not the only one feeling anxious, the whole garage was too. Charles was fighting with Alex Albon, who started his first year as Charles teammate. They were respectively P2 and P3 and even if a podium was secured for the both of them, Charles’ ego wanted to be in front of Alex for Ferrari’s home race.

Lyanna gasped when she saw both of the Ferrari blocking their wheels at the same time in the first corner, during their final lap. And she could swore that she heard Fred screaming a “Fuck those kids” from the pit wall. When they finally crossed the checkered flag she had mixed feelings. She was super proud of her soon to be husband and at the same time mad at him because of the risks he took.

The podiums celebrations were always something nice to watch and reminded her some of the best moments of their relationship. And for a brief second she forget her anger. But then she saw some actions that were replaying on the giant screens and she remembered why she was mad in the first place.

She heard the journalists and the screams of the Tifosi before seeing Charles. He had a proud smile on his face and was drenched in champagne. He was so happy. His eyes were lighting up everytime they were crossing Tifosi’s ones. Especially young kids that looked at him as if he was a superhero. When he finally arrived to his garage, his eyes locked up with his fiancée’s and a bigger smile played on his lips. And like their first time here, it was as if the world around him disappeared to let them be the only one in the room. He took her in his arms, spinning her around, a hand around her waist and the other on her cheek as he put his forehead against hers.

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or to smack you because you were reckless today.”

“Hopefully the first option.” he replied playfully as he leaned in to kiss her.

He tasted like champagne and happiness. She deepened the kiss as she could hear and see behind her closed eyelids the flashes of the cameras. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was safe and in her arms.

“How is my princess?”

“With Arthur. I was thinking he could watch over her tonight, so we could have time just for us.”

“I like what you are implying… does that mean that you are my podium trophy for tonight?” he whispered in her ear.

“It could have been if you hadn’t been so stupid on the tracks!” she said slapping slightly his chest under the amused gaze of Fred who was witnessing the scene.

“Come on Lya, don’t be like that!”

He called out to her as she was walking away towards his driver room. Like a lost puppy, he followed her.

“See Charles, I went though every single one of the vintage shops in Milan in hope of finding a Ferrari jacket. I even went as far as buying a new red lingerie set because I knew that you would make a good result and I had this whole show planned just for you…” she started, earning a dreamy smirk from the Ferrari’s driver.

“I like what you planned.”

“Well that was before you decided to be this reckless and stupid!”

She was fuming and Charles couldn’t help but laugh. She was cute, a strand of hair escaped her ponytail and it took everything in him to resist the urge to brush it off of her face. Her cheeks were red, his favourite color on her and her eyes were glossy. He tried really hard, knowing that when his fiancée was mad it was no use to try to soften her, until he couldn’t resist anymore. He took her face in between his hands and forced her to look at him.

“I always make the promise to be fast and to come back to you. And I intend to keep that promise. Always.”

“It’s just… you have Julia now and… and what if something happens to you? I… I can’t imagine myself raising her on my own. I can’t do that.” she was crying now and it broke Charles’ heart.

“You won’t have to. I promise you. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“I’m stupid. I know I shouldn’t cry…

“It’s me who should be sorry to make you cry. But it was a fun race.”

She looked up to him and his soft smile disappeared.

“Do you really think it was fun to give almost everyone a heart attack at each turn? Take the time to think about your next answer because it will determine if whether or not you sleep on the couch tonight.”

Charles gulped.

“No? It was not fun?”

“I feel hesitation in your voice….”

“No! Not at all!”

“Oh gosh, I hate you sometimes!” she sighed.

“No. No you love me and that’s why you are marrying me.”

“I’m started to reconsider it.”

“Then maybe I should remind you why you love me so much.”

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Author's note: That was soooo unplanned but after today's race I was really inspired. And I miss Lyanna and Charles.😭

I hope you like this small bonus chapter. As usual, let me know your thoughts through the comments or ask box if your too shy. And don't forget to leave a like or reblog the story. It helps.

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[overflowing-with-words]

someday, i will lose you to the stars and the moon | harumi j. [pt.2]

[part one]

a/n: includes heavy Harumi and Lloyd friendship interactions, don’t read it if you don’t like that and/or feel strongly against any type of Harumi+Lloyd friendship. follows the last episode of crystallized, mostly canon compliant until the end of that episode. 

tw: death, blood, malnourishment, hospitalized scenes, mind control, ptsd [flashbacks].

also on ao3

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In the end—, well, the end before the end, the one where her life doesn’t officially end but to her there isn’t anything else left but a year or two (if she’s lucky) of wasting away in hospitals and stuffy rooms. In the end, it’s Wu who gets stuck with telling her the news, and she listens to him talk endlessly about how it shouldn’t hurt, how she’ll fade away like her life force is being leaked back into the Departed Realm because that’s exactly what’s happening, isn’t it?

It doesn’t matter how it’s happening, cause she’s dying, and that’s all there is to it. The Overlord may have dragged her back kicking and screaming into life again with his crystal force bullshit, but when he’s gone, she’ll just melt back into the place she was always meant to be. 

The ninja (or Lloyd, coaxing it out of them behind the scenes as she suspects) give her a hospital room, free of charge, and she wonders if it’s because they’re still too moralistic to make a dying person pay or if they just don’t want to see her for any reason, anymore. She’d understand.

 (Whatever, it’s whatever, she doesn’t even want to have to deal with all that, Harumi tells herself, and ignores the pulse of hurt in her chest everytime one of them looks at her.)

Said hospital room faintly resembles more of a miniature studio apartment, if said studio apartment had sterile white walls, pill bottles lining the walls and wires snaking out of machines everywhere. Harumi likes it. Small and cosy, she tells herself. Small and cosy, definitely. Definitely not because her heart stutters when she catches a glimpse of the sky, the Departed Realm and it’s expanse of nothing flashing before her eyes. The point is, she likes it well enough, and well, it’s not like she can go anywhere else if she doesn’t.

Lloyd comes by her room when he’s doing check-ups on his arm— or, well, check ups on the arm that isn’t there anymore, or is it technically the stump? (she isn’t sure, when Harumi looks too long her stomach twists and turns like a gymnast on the high bars and there is a voice in her head chanting your fault, your fault, and replays the gory, bloody scene of the Overlord taking off his arm like a sick B-grade horror movie from the gas station.)

On the okay days, they talk about stupid things, like the newest rip off villain or funny cat videos, and Harumi forgets that he was the boy she spent her whole life trying to kill (for a little while, at least.) Lloyd ransacks the sad lonely vending machine on the second floor that no one ever uses, and tells her about that day’s newest fan edit he’s discovered online, the stupid robbery they took out recently, or the excessive amount of hair gel that lives in their bathroom. 

On the better days, he convinces her to go with him to visit the children’s rooms, and she picks at crappy hospital jello and watches him entrance five year olds with neon green eyes and fancy gi that she knows he only wears for public events. 

There’s a moment before things get too bad, before she’s falling asleep every hour and tied to her feeding tube, when Lloyd’s still free enough to visit her every week and Ninjago’s out of danger at the moment. He throws a hoodie over his training gi and she dons a ugly hospital sweater and they sneak out to roam Ninjago’s newly rebuilt streets, trekking mud across the clean brick and lined cement as Lloyd eats preztels from the (multiple) bags they stole from the vending machine, (“Hey, I’m the green ninja, they can afford to lose a dollar bag of preztels to me.”), all the while igonoring all her very valid comments about how it expired two years ago, and if the Overlord couldn’t take him out, food poisoning will. 

They trail across rooftops and Harumi sits on a air conditioning vent and watches Lloyd dangle on the edge of a balcony, practicing his Airjitsu (although she’s pretty sure he’s doing it for the main point of showing off his skills). They play the latest pop music from his phone, humming along ridiculously off-key, Lloyd blares the newest rock band he’s found to indulge in while she complains at the outrageous amount of screaming and electric guitar involved, and Harumi can’t help wondering if this is what could’ve happened if only she had turned out normal. 

(But it’s too late to wonder, so she doesn’t linger on the thought for more than a few seconds, and if she does so otherwise that’s nobody’s business but hers. After all, she’s the one wasting away in a hospital room at sixteen, isn’t she?)

Harumi is stirring tea late at night, an odd tang of what tastes like forest leaves and ginger filling the room (god, why did she trust Wu’s recipes), when the taste of iron seeps into her mouth, and she reaches up to find she’s having a rather intense nosebleed. And the last time she had one was when she was eight and ran into a wall, but she’s pretty sure nosebleeds aren’t supposed to be mixed with a suspicious glowing purple, so she does the rational thing, leans over the counter, and throws up. 

She sits on the floor and watches the violet liquid drip down her shirt and dissipate into the air and seriously considers emergency dialing Lloyd’s number on the phone, one of the things Kai told her not to do, ever, because fuck, who else would know about this sort of thing? (but she doesn’t because he’s done enough and she’s. Well. She’s tired, and she’s going to die anyway, so this new thing doesn’t really matter.)

Garmadon comes by once, late at night, and she isn’t sure how exactly he got in but she’s glad for any kind of company, now that Lloyd’s getting too busy to come as often as he used too. They talk, light hearted conversations about the green eyed boy that wormed his way into both their hearts and how Ninjago City is doing.  (Harumi finds herself lessening her pain drugs  to listen to him with a clearer head and another voice into her head whispers soft, and maybe this time it’s right.)

 Then all too quickly, the familiar biting pain is cutting into her chest and her eyes are slipping shut, and Harumi doesn’t have time to say everything else she wants to before she’s dragged down into the black pooling in her vision.

“I’m sorry,” he says, right before the darkness claims her again, but he doesn’t say what he’s sorry for and she couldn’t possibly imagine what he could be sorry for. After all, she’s the one who dragged him kicking out of the underworld, wasn’t she? 

It is weeks before the end and Harumi is floating on a cloud of pain drugs and fear when Lloyd slips through the sterile white door, worried green eyes blinking down at her. She should turn him away, save him from more needless pain, more trauma and more friends dying in front of his eyes, but she doesn’t. 

No, she stays silent and lets him sit down on the shitty plastic chairs and start telling her about how hard it is to put on a training gi with a metal arm, like have you ever tried, and then there’s no stopping from there.

Harumi bites back the smile that threatens to show and settles into her nest of blankets a little more. Later, she tells herself, but later never comes. 

“I’m scared,” she confesses to him, when their conversation has dulled to a quiet moment, and she is. She’s scared that she’ll end up in the empty space of nothingness again, she’s scared that she’ll be stuck alone forever she’s scared that she’ll never get to see her parents again she’s so so so scared, and—

“I’ll call in all the stupid favors my grandfather owes me,” Lloyd interrupts, and takes her hand, holding it tight enough like he’ll be able to anchor her to the earth. “I will. Get you one of the best places in– in Ninjago heaven, or whatever. The best realm. Maybe he can even get you those stupid preztels you like, up there. Or down there, I don’t know.”

His bright gaze softens, and turns a little more serious than she’s used to. “You’ll see your parents again, Rumi. You will.” Harumi can’t fight the smile that tugs at her lips. Stupid pretzels that you like, she wants to retort, but she hasn’t had the chance to reply to a lot of things recently.

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[part one] [part three]

[saturn7162]

Here Comes A Thought (Garnet x self insert reader)

Whether this is platonic or romantic is up for debate. This is mostly just an oc, srry pookies. Everytime I hear this song, this scenario plays in my head so I'm writing it out.

Second person mb you guys.

STEVEN UNIVERSE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME BTW

You started to breath rapidly, air filling your lungs as your body enlarged. Hot tears spilled from your eyes and fell to the ground. You fell to your knees and dug your claws into the earth. You could feel your bones stretch and expand to hold up the extra flesh and muscle that grew. You could hear Pearl trying to hold Steven back, telling him that you'll be okay and to stay back. You let out a choked sob as your teeth grew. Spikes shot out of your back, elbows, shoulders, and knees. Your tail twitched and slammed against the ground, sharp spikes tearing out of the skin.

Another pair of arms burst from your body and gripped onto your face. Your ears flicked around, picking up on every single sound. Amethyst's fearf filled chuckles, Steven's whimpering, Pearl's feet stepping back. A second pair of eyes blink open from under your original ones. Tears flooded those eyes as well, snot dripped from your nose, mixing with the tears to make a disgusting mix on the grass. The only thing you could think of was what that kid said to you today. How they hit you, how their words tore at you. Then the realization of what you did to them hits, hard.

The scene replays in your mind as clear as day. You leapt across the lunchroom table at them. Your punches and blows landed, you beat that poor kid to the ground. It took three teachers to pull you off and even then you still kicked and screamed. You remembered how you sat in the office, your tears overflowing and cascading down onto your arms. What would your parents say to you? You'd surely be grounded, you don't even know why they let you go out with Connie to Steven's in the first place.

Your jaw clenched as one pair of hands starts clawing at the ground faster, digging up large chunks of earth and flinging them yards away.

"I-I'll dig!" You said quietly to yourself and shoveled the dirt under you, your back paws kicking it away. Your hands struck rock and as you dug. Your fingers and palms raked against the hard stones and you didn't even notice how your blood sprayed out from how jagged those rocks were.

Pearl gasped sharply as your blood spilt on her, dripping from her clothes as she covered steven's eyes. You kept digging, your back paws hiting the same rocks and spilling blood aswell. You dug and dug, trying to run from your feelings and thoughts. You thought that if you focus on something, all the bad thoughts would go away but your efforts were in vain.

You sobbed louder, the salty tears sinking into the earth below. You held your head in your hands and cried, digging back up. As you emerged, you fell on your backside and wailed into the sky. Tears poured down your cheeks and chin, creating a muddy mess once they reached the ground.

Then you heard Garnet's voice. It soothed you greatly. You sniffled as your tears and sobs lessened. You leaned your head down and looked at her through your watery eyes. Your ears turned towards her as her voice came again in a song.

"Take a moment to think of just, flexibility, love, and trust." She began, holding your face in her hands.

"Take a moment to think of just, flexibility, love, and trust. Here comes a thought, that might alarm you. What someone said and how it harmed you." You rubbed your eyes and layed down for her.

"Something you did, that failed to be charming. Things that you said are suddenly swarming and, oh." You can feel yourself shrinking, your spikes absorbing back into your body.

"You're losing sight. You're losing touch. All these little things seem to matter so much that they confuse you. That I might lose you." You looked down at your hands, observing how awfully they changed.

"Take a moment. Remind yourself to take a moment and find yourself. Take a moment to ask yourself if this is how you fall apart." You ponder her words, wondering if this is how you fall apart.

"But it's not. But it's not. But it's not. But it's not. But it's not." You look at her, slightly confused. "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

"You've got nothing. Got nothing. Got nothing. Got nothing to fear. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here." She kissed your nose as she ran her fingers through your fur.

"Here comes a thought" You begin yourself, lifting your head up to look up at the sky.

"That might alarm me. What someone said, and how it harmed me." You looked back down, clutching your chest where your heart would be. "Something I did, that failed to be charming. Things that I said are suddenly swarming and, oh." You closed your eyes again, tears threatening to spill once more.

"I'm losing sight. I'm losing touch. All these little things seem to matter so much that they confuse me.... That I might lose me...." A few stray tears escape and run down your face.

"Take a moment. Remind yourself to, take a moment and find yourself. Take a moment and ask yourself if this is how I fall apart."

"But it's not. But it's not. But it's not. But it's not. But it's not." You smiled, wiping your nose with one of your arms.

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

"I've got nothing. Got nothing. Got nothing. Got nothing to fear." You looked at Garnet fondly, admiration filling your gaze.

"You're here. You're here. You're here." You picked her up in one of your hands and brought her to your face.

"And it was just a thought. Just a thought. Just a thought. Just a thought. Just a thought."

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

"We can watch. We can watch. We can watch. We can watch them go by." Garnet joined, her voice syncing with yours as you calmed down.

"From here. From here. From here."

"Take a moment to think of just, flexibility, love, and trust. Take a moment to think of just, flexibility, love, and trust." You both finished, and you shrunk fully, still taller than Garnet though. You feel so much better, glad you got all of those horid thoughts out of your brain.

THANKS FOR READING, IDK WHAT THIS IS SORRY.

[shsl-fander]

Talented

Logince fanfic

Au: High school, Human

Tw: Jealousy in a lighthearted way, swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Logan comes to all of Roman's preformances whenever he acts, and everytime he waits for him at the end to praise him about his acting.

Word Count: 890

@rose-coloured-prince @autisticlogankin

Logan's leg bounced continuously, the gentle tapping of his foot against the rigid smooth auditorium ground. The taps produced a light clicking sound, and the clicking only increased the longer Logan waited. Logan glanced towards his phone, staring at the message he had sent Roman just before the show had started.

Logan: fracture a femur Roman!

Roman💕: Thanks Specs <33! I'll see you after the show.

Now that the show had ended, Logan couldn't seem to find himself able to focus. He found himself replaying the preformance in his mind, specifically Roman's scenes. He was so talented, watching Roman's eyes glimmer and face light up the moment he begins to get into his character was beautiful. Roman's voice was mezmoring, each note that left him felt like Logan was being transported onto a cloud, as the music surrounded him from all over. He felt almost hypnotized by Roman.

Which was quite embarrassing, as not only did Logan rarely show emotion or affection, his boyfriend was an absolute idiot. But god, Logan loved him more than he was able to describe.

Plus, their shared love of poetry made watching Roman preform even better because Logan could pay attention to the technicalities of any lyrics in the songs. It was also very fascinating to him, seeing how different Roman was to him. How creativity, acting, art brought Roman to life while it was literature, science and reading that sparked Logan's interest.

Logan head snapped up, eyes darting across the room once he heard that sweet familiar soft laugh, that Roman always had. He perked up, bouncing on the balls of his feet anxiously, and he could feel his face begin to heat up, the blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. Logan swayed side to side slightly, trying to spot his boyfriend. Though, he knew many people would want to say hi to Roman after all he was the lead.

Before he could gaze around for any longer, he spotted Roman rushing towards him, a beaming grin spread across his face. Roman's eyes had that same shimmer they had had when he was on stage, only now Logan could tell his cheeks were tinted a bit pink. "NERD!" He exclaims, leaping into Logan's arms.

Logan gasps, stumbling backwards as Roman knocked the air out of him. He inhales before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, squeezing him tight. Normally, he wasn't one for physical affection especially in public, however Roman deserved it.

"You did absolutely incredible Roman," he praised, adjusting his glasses after slowly letting go of the hug. "As expected of course, this is your passion. However I was extremely impressed," he says,clearing his throat and anxiously fidgeting with his tie.

Roman tilts his head towards the side, his gaze softened and he simply sighed. "Muchas Gracias mi estrella," he cooes tenderly. Roman gently cups the side of Logan's face, rubbing his thumb against Logan's cheek. "You're blushing," he hums, a smirk tugging against his lips.

Logan stammered, opening his mouth to counter when he suddenly paused, eyeing Roman's castmate suspiciously as they began to approach the couple.

"Hey Ro! You did amazing!" The boy chirped, his voice coated in giggles. He was wearing a similar costume to the one Roman wore just minutes prior, however his was colored brown instead of red. He ruffled Roman's hair with a smile.

Logan grumbled, hesitantly scooting himself further away from Roman, narrowing his eyes towards the smaller boy.

Roman chuckles, nodding at him, "Thanks Oliver! You too! I'll see ya at the cast party tomorrow okay?" he resounded, taking a quick glance at Logan.

Logan watched as they two continued to chat, and he swore he could see Oliver begin to gaze at the floor while smiling, the same was Logan had when he was crushing on Roman. Logan glared at him, stiffening tension flowing through his body. Why was he getting so defensive?! Its just Roman's friend, it didn't mean anything. Logan knew that of course, but yet.

Luckily, much to Logan's relief soon after Oliver scurried of. And the moment he was out of view, Logan swooped Roman closer towards him, grabbing him by the waist. Logan exhaled,fixing Roman's hair as it was ruffled just a moment ago.

Roman furrowed his eyesbrows together, tilting his head in surprise towards Logan. He gasps, eyes glistening and the smirk tugging on the corners of his lips turning into a full smug grin. "DID I SOMEHOW MAKE NERD JEALOUS? LOGAN GEEK CROFT, JEALOUS?!?" he exclaims, eyes widening.

"That is not my middle name, Roman."

"I DON'T CARE! I MADE YOU JEALOUS!" Roman counters with a sneer."You sure are obsessed with me as much as you want to pretend you hate me, "he teases.

Logan huffed, the blush on his face darkening causing his face to fade to a bright red."You're a dick, "he grunts, burrying his face into Roman's shoulder.

"You love it, "Roman purrs," and I love you, Lo. It's cute that you got jealous, I'm just shocked!"

Logan sighs, raising his eyebrows at Roman," You are such a hypocrite Roman. I constantly see how jealous you get, " he comments, reminding the other.

Roman scoffed,"I do not! How dare you! " he exclaims, gasping.

"Sure you don't."

[spicybonelesschickenfeet]

Heartbeat 2/3

Summary; you had know Aaron hotchner since university, and ever since the first day of knowing him you had the biggest, fattest, most overwhelming crush on the guy. But for some reason he never knew, or even noticed. You had eventually learned to push the feelings away trying to figure out your own problems, focusing on yourself. Then, years later when you joined the bau after getting transferred... Things seemed to go downhill after reuniting with Aaron. But there's a bit of a romance twinkling between you and one of your new coworkers.

Aaron hotchner x nb!reader (past romance)

Spencer Reid x nb!reader (SLIGHT romance)

bau x nb!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS; you do ALMOST die at the end :P it's angst. There's canon levels of violence but may or may not be a little more violent, there's mention of unrequited love, you don't kill yourself but the unsub almost kills you , this also may Incudes a few adult rated scenes and language.

(Now a psa, the reader aka you in this story is a bit fem presenting and gets along better with the gorls. There's mentions of typically "girl" related things like makeup n stuff. Just a psa, oh and also Im still getting used to writing longer stories and it might feel like it jumps from one scene to another a bit quickly and that's because is it. Also I'm very reliant on speach rather than detail.)

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(This chapter starts after a heafty time skip roughly around two months later)

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You found that working in the BAU was definitely more your style, you felt a lot more confident in your abilities to do your job and excell at it. You had become close with all your coworkers, even hotch.

Now you and hotch, the two of you decided to push what happened a few years ago to the furthest corner of your minds to disable any problems that could occur from that interaction. But that didn't stop it from replaying in your head when you were alone.

-memory-

"What do you mean your leaving for Europe?" A younger Aaron hotchner asked as you held your rolling suitcase along to sit by your side.

"I mean, Im going to Europe. I dont know when I'll be back or if I'll ever be back. If it comes down to it I will probably stay there to care for my grandmother. I'm sorry Aaron. I really am-"

He cut you off with furrowed eyebrows. "This isn't about me and Haley is it? I thought you said you got over those feeli-" before he uttered another word you slapped him so hard he lost his breath for a moment.

You had tears running down your cheeks. "Why is it, that everytime I mention having to leave or that I'm having any mental health problems... You bring up THAT... Why? This isn't about you Aaron. Good bye." You say in disbelief turning to walked away from your apartment building. The one that Aaron had tracked you down too after cutting him off two weeks prior.

You were happy to be leaving. So happy you started to smile.

-end of memory-

Even if you couldn't remember most of the argument before the two of you had gotten out of the apartment, you knew it was a heavy argument. The two of you shouldn't have ever been friends but he was so persistent at the start of university that you had found yourself falling in love with him. But you were soon put down after finding he was with Haley. You didn't not once ever think of getting with Aaron hotchner after that. Since you knew what it was like to be cheated on you couldn't ever do that to Haley.

"(L/Name)? You good?" Reid asked with a hint of worry. You looked up from the computer and nodded "yeah I'm good, I was just thinking. Is something wrong?" You asked him and he shook his head. "nope, just wondering. However we are needed in the meeting room, we have a new case" he said as he stood there waiting for you to stand up.

The two of you walked to he meeting room and sat down. You hadn't noticed but Spencer had sat next to you rather than sitting next to Morgan and Elle. Which left and empty spot between you and Elle. It had taken the odd tension in the room for you to whisper to Spencer. "I'm going to scoot into the chair next to Elle." Before hotch began to speak you moved to the chair next to Elle and Spencer also scooted over into the chair you had been sitting in. And the the tension was gone, or maybe it was all in your head? You hadn't a clue what it was but you didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Hotch began explaining the case handing files to everyone.

"We have a potential serial killer, there are about seventeen dead and they've al been killed the same way." He started. You looked at the pictures and your stomach dropped. You knew what these murders were depicting. It was the same way a serial killer named "the clown killer" he had been caught so it had to be a copy cat.

"This is just like the clown killer, it's almost exactly the same it has to be a copy cat... Since the clown killer was caught mid murder" you think aloud after hotch finishes explaining some things. You got an odd look from Morgan but Spencer nodded once he noticed it as well. "They're right, these murders look almost exactly like the clown killers. You know when the actually found him he was in the middle of killing another person, I think the woman actually survived it" he added and the all nodded, Morgan speaking up.

"Well then we've definitely got a copy cat".

You had gutted feeling, but maybe it was just your nerves, this would be the first actual case you'd be going on and being involved in it.

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Whilst on the jet to baker city, Oregon. You and Spencer talked about the clown killer and the notes in the files.

"You know it's funny because I was born in Baker city. My mom moved us around after I turned three. I think my dad lives there still." You say nonchalantly getting a few odd looks from the other agents.

"I didn't know you were born in Oregon, (L/Name)" hotch stated, you nodded. "It's not really something I talk about- I usually don't talk about anything like that with coworkers. It's confusing and a long story so I usually just keep it to myself" you respond, correcting what you were going to say. Which was 'its not really something I talk about' to 'i usually don't talk about anything like that with coworkers' because you infact have told your close friends about your odd situations while growing up. But usually you don't hang out with coworkers outside of work. Even if they Invite you.

"Well that's no reason not to talk about it, I'm pretty curious as to your childhood story" Elle said with a smile and your heart fluttered. "wai-.....wait are you serious?" You ask her and she nodded. "lay it on me, I've got nothing better to do" she smiled and you smiled and started talking about your entire childhood.

Throughout the hours everyone was on the jet, you had told Elle and anyone who was listening every little aspect of your childhood down to the rebellious things you used to do without your mother's knowledge.

When exiting the jet Morgan ruffled your hair "never took you for a bad (boy/girl/kid) (L/name)." He chuckled and you gave an almost confused look before realizing he was talking about your teen years. You rolled your eyes and sped up your walking pace to catch up with Spencer.

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While in Baker city, after talking to the police and checking out the crime scenes you bumped into a woman.

"Oh- I'm so sorry ma'am- mom? Mom what are you doing here in Oregon? I thought you were in north Dakota?" You picked the wallet up from he ground and handed it to your grey haired mother.

"Oh- sweetpea I didn't expect to see you here! I came to visit your aunt Naomi, she's been having a rough time since moving back here. You know what happened all those years ago right? How she found the clown killer right when he was killing her boyfriend?" Your mom babbled out and your eyes widened. "wait- aunt Naomi is back? Like back from Europe? I thought she wasn't ever going to come back- is she staying at the old house? The one on greeneye street?" You ask and you mom nodded. "yes, I'm going there now since I'm staying. You can come along to her- oh and your friends can come as well. Unless your working?" Your sweet mother smiled, her (E/C) eyes waiting patiently for your response.

"I am here on work, but I think aunty Naomi can answer a few questions for me and my 'friends', are you guys cool with making a small detour to my aunt's?" You nod t your mother bfoe asking Spencer and Elle who both shrugged. "sure. It's not like we really have anything we were assigned to specifically" Elle responded and you smiled turing back to your mom. "Well mom, lead the way to aunt Naomi's house"

The four of you had only walked about ten minutes before showing up at a red, wooden, two story house with fruit trees surrounding it and a yard full of vegetables and fruit plants, as well as a chicken coop in the far corner of the yard.

Waking up to the porch a woman who seemed to be in her late thirties opened the door.

"Oh, Bernie and Sweetpea? What a nice surprise!" The woman with messy brownish grey hair smiled bringing you into a hug.

"Hi aunt Naomi" you say nervously as the woman fluffed your hair and looked your face over. She was always obsessed with dressing you up and going out places with you ever since you had been born.

"Oh I haven't seen you since you were sixteen, oh your still as gorgeous as ever sweetpea. Oh, who are your friends?" Naomi asked after gushing over your appearance. "Aunty Naomi these are my coworkers Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway, I'm actually here to as you a few questions about the clown killer if your comfortable with it?" You ask sheepishly. The woman cocked and eye ro at you before smiling. "Sure thing sweetpea, come in ya'lot. I'll get some tea for while your here" she says opening the door for you, your mother, Spencer, and Elle to walk in.

You instinctively took your shoes off at the door, placing them in the shoe holder. Both Elle and Spencer mimicked what you had done since you were all probably going to be there for awhile. You then waved them towards to the living area where two couches sat across from each other with a coffee table in the middle, a TV was mounted on the wall but clearly wasn't ever used. A cat tree stood next to the big arched light green stain glassed window, two fluffy cats layed there on the cat tree. The grey one on the bottom leaf shaped branch, and on the top of the cat tree sat a fluffy brown cat that watched as everyone found their spots in the living room and couches.

Once Naomi sat down next to your mother, Bernadette/Bernie, she asked. "So you wanted to know about the clown killer?" She asked looking at you, you nodded "yes, we're here on a case and I was wondering if you could tell us how you found the killer, or anything that could help us in our investigation. We believe there's a copycat of the killer" you explained and your aunt's face went pale.

"A copycat of the clown killer? Oh no... That's not good at all... " She mumbled with wide eyes. She took a sip of tea before speaking again.

"Well ... When I found him, I had realized his next target what my boyfriend, the clown killer only targeted people he saw that had to much of the look of a child in some weird way. My ex boyfriend josh used to have this messy brown hair and wore a pair of glasses that made him look five years younger than he was. And he was obsessed with reading. It all had lined up with what the clown killer was after and I had gone to josh's house to find the killer stabing him to death, and I had called my dad, your grandfather, who was the cheif of police at the time on a payphone... He got there right before the killer stabbed me in the stomach." She explained with a saddened expression. You saw Elle take a few notes and you nod. "Well I'm glad he's away now. He can't hurt anymore people. Are there anymore things you did to find the killer?" You asked and your aunt took a mom before she stood up.

"I'll be right back, I have journals full of notes and photos from when I was solving the crime by myself. I'll let you use him for your investigation" she nodded before walking to another room and coming back with a box.

She sat the box down on the coffee tal an opened it, pulling out an old authentic 80's jean jacket with some additional pieces added to it. Like the hood off of a hoodie and sleeves of a hoodie added. She sat it down and then pulled out a tattered old leather backed journal, two of them.

"These journals are full of sketches from the crime scenes, photos, notes, newspapers, and even myow evidence from back then. I hope you can use them" Naomi handed you to te lethr journals and you took them both carefully. Looking through the first which was filled to the very brim with in-depth notes, the second hadmore paper clippings, photos, and sketches that notes.

"Thank you aunt Naomi, I'll be sure these stay safe. I do think we have to get going now but I'll be sure to visit before we leave okay?" You a hugging your aunt and she nodded hugging you tightly. The she picked the jacket up and handed it to you.

"Here, it's colder out towards the evening and I saw you shivering earlier. I think it'll look good on you" she smiled sweetly as you hesitantly took the jean jacket and put it on. It was a little loose but pretty comfortable. The sewn on hoodie sleeves super softs and the pockets in the jean jacket itself were huge. You smiled and hugging your aunt once again before Kissing her cheeks as well as your mother's.

"I'll see you both soon! Stay safe!" You say before putting your shoes on after Spencer and Elle. Then the three of you were out the door.

"You look good in that jean jacket sweetpea" Elle teased and you shoved her shoulder a bit. "Come-on the others are probably Wondering where we are." You roll your eyes at the dar haired woman before the three of you start to walk to the hotel you were staying at.

-end of chapter two-

How we feeing yall, any foreshadowing you see may be what next chapters about 👀.

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dimensional traveler spanish teacher

dreamed by anonymous

The "Dimensional Traveler Spanish Teacher" is a strange character. In a way, he feels familiar and a stranger at the same time everytime I see him; he has the same soothing voice, wise demeanor, a figure to look up to. I have seen him multiple times, in pretty much every sequel dream I've had. When my mind happens to dream a dream I've had before, he appears to change the story of it.

Its not often my brain decides to replay a dream, but when it does, he appears. I don't know his name, I cannot remember his face and I usually remember faces in my dreams very well. The only thing I can recognize of him, besides his voice and personality, is the feelings he brings with. He feels familiar, which makes sense because he does appears in dreams that have already been dreamed, but he still feels odd.

I have seen him more recently, even in dreams I think I haven't dreamt before as a background character. The most recent dream he is a main character was from before yesterday.

I was about to die to some cats because they were neglecting their kids and I didn't agree with that, and that made a war start. When I was about to be defeated, he appears and tells me to hold some dollars and say "crush!". I was scared, so i did without thinking. When I did, I was teleported to the home base of the dimensional travelers, and we start working.

First he chooses a companion for me from an egg. I know this scene, and I know I will get a companion I don't want, so I talk to him so he lets me choose one myself. He finally does, and instead of having the ugly panda I know I would have as a companion, I choose Ghost: A ghost stuck inside a super intelligent computer.

After that I go to my school, from a dream where I fuck up some herbs and accidentally kill some people that made me get expelled and in general a bad dream. There I find my mom, and I tell her the truth that I am a dimensional traveler now, even thought saying that is against the rules. When I come back to him, his look says he knows, but he doesn't seems mad I did.

Then we go to my grandma, from a dream where im stuck in my grandmas house with like 3 other people and we are hungry and being haunted by something. This is the first time I recognize my teacher has been in dreams before, I recognized him as one of the three people I was stuck with. We talk a little with my grandma, she doesn't seems to recognize him, thats fine.

While were coming back from my grandmas house we find some rogues from the dimensional travelers that I recognize from a dream where me with other 6 unknown people we have to stop ourselves from invoking a giant demon that will haunt us until the day we die. We back them off and we find a little fox in a hole and we save it. We can also hear the rogues say were "hackers" or something.

We come back to the homebase and I tell Ghost if it can go find a veterinary for this little fox. We do, but the town is swallowed by trees, a place I recognize from a dream where I have to save a town from the medieval times from something I don't remember, but I remember recognizing my teacher as one of the townfolks. There a lot of things happen and we commit election fraud because i read the participants minds and choose the one that wasnt selfish even thought the town voted for the other guy and a lot of things I don't really remember that well? I know the veterinary which was also the woman that run for the election and the one that I choose hated us and that after all that Robert Pattingson chased us out the veterinary which was in a vampire mansion and he was also a vampire. After that the dream cuts.