#I’m going to finish this even if it kills me.

[littlelamy]

req!! reader always have a hard time sleeping and is always sleepy and rafe’s trying all the methods in the books despite humself being sleepy as hell :3

lamy's note: hope you like it!

the bedside clock glared 3:47 a.m. in bold red digits, mocking you as you laid tangled in the sheets. your eyes burned from exhaustion, yet sleep clung just out of reach like a cruel tease. every time you closed your eyes, your mind whirled—memories, worries, stray thoughts—spinning in circles that left you breathless.

rafe stirred beside you, his usual heavy, even breaths now disrupted by your tossing and turning. despite the darkness, you could feel the concern radiating from him.

“still can’t sleep?” his voice was low, gravelly from fatigue, but soft, like he didn’t want to startle you.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “no. it’s like… my brain doesn’t know how to shut up.”

rafe shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. the moonlight filtering through the curtains caught the edges of his messy hair, casting shadows on his face. “what if i read to you? isn’t that supposed to help or something?”

“you hate reading,” you pointed out, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the exhaustion.

“yeah, well, i’ll do it for you,” he said, already reaching for the book on your nightstand—one of those random novels you’d been meaning to finish for months. he flipped it open, squinting at the tiny text. “fuck, why is the font so small? what is this, a book for ants?”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “maybe this isn’t the best idea.”

“no, no, i got this,” he insisted, clearing his throat dramatically before reading aloud. his voice was monotone, the kind of flat, over-enunciated reading that made it impossible to focus on the story. still, you appreciated the effort, the way he stumbled over words but kept going anyway.

it lasted about five minutes before he groaned, slamming the book shut. “all right, new plan.”

“what now?” you asked, rolling onto your side to face him.

“heard somewhere that, like, breathing exercises help,” he said, mimicking slow, exaggerated breaths like he was leading a yoga class. “you know, in through your nose, out through your mouth. all that zen shit.”

you raised an eyebrow. “are you seriously going to sit here and make me do breathing exercises?”

“hell yeah, i am,” he replied, determined. “come on, follow me. in…” he inhaled deeply, shoulders rising dramatically, “and out.”

you tried to mimic him, but halfway through, his exaggerated exhale turned into a ridiculous wheezing noise, and you both dissolved into laughter.

“okay, that’s definitely not working,” you said, clutching your stomach as the laughter subsided.

rafe flopped back onto the bed, running a hand down his face. “shit, you’re right. i’m running out of ideas here.”

“you don’t have to do this,” you said softly, guilt tugging at your chest. “you’re tired too.”

he turned his head to look at you, his expression serious. “yeah, but it kills me seeing you like this. i just… i want to help.”

the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten. “i know. and it means a lot.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet of the room settling around you like a blanket. then rafe sat up suddenly, snapping his fingers. “got it. i’m making you tea.”

“tea?” you echoed, watching as he climbed out of bed, his movements sluggish but determined. “it’s the middle of the night.”

“yeah, and tea fixes everything. ask anyone.”

you chuckled, sitting up as he disappeared into the kitchen. a few minutes later, he returned, a steaming mug in hand. “hot tea, freshly made by yours truly. careful, it’s probably hot as hell.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you said, but you took the mug anyway, the warmth seeping into your fingers. “thank you.”

he sat back down beside you, watching as you sipped cautiously. “so? does it taste like sleep?”

you smiled. “not yet. but it’s nice.”

he nodded, leaning back against the headboard. “good. because if this doesn’t work, i’m out of ideas. unless you want me to, like, sing you a lullaby or something.”

the thought of rafe singing was enough to make you laugh again, the sound soft and unguarded. “i think i’ll pass on that.”

“your loss,” he teased, but his smile was gentle, his eyes warm as he watched you.

eventually, the tea and the quiet began to work their magic. your eyelids grew heavy, your body sinking into the mattress as sleep finally crept in. rafe stayed beside you, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he whispered, “just close your eyes. i’m here.”

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[ecstxsyy]

SCREW YOU | E. BUCKLEY ❦

Buck overhears a conversation he wishes he hadn’t, but it sparks an idea in his head.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni !

evan buckley x fem reader

warnings: smut, porn with plot, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink.

SORRY I MISSED DAY 1 GUYS I PROMISE I’LL DO TWO FICS IN ONE DAY TO MAKE UP FOR IT 😗

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EVAN BUCKLEY attained some information he wasn't quite sure he was happy he’d had learned, on the rig.

Hen was oversharing how she’d heard that May walked in on Bobby and Athena roleplaying in Bobby’s turnout gear. Everyone had expected Bobby to be the sexy firefighter, but shockingly it was Athena. This painted a picture in Buck’s head that he couldn’t erase of you all dressed up in his gear with nothing else.

The thought plagued his mind for weeks, every time he put on his turnout coat he imagined your naked body hidden away under the heavy material, your skin peeking through the unzipped zipper, his name plastered across your back. The thought practically made him drool.

Buck, stupidly enough, confided with Eddie about this fantasy. He didn't know what else to do, and Eddie, as his best friend, couldn't help but confide in you with this information.

The idea alone made you blush immediately, the thought of it sending a thrill through you. It wasn't something you’d thought about before but now the ideas ran wild through your head.

Fortunately enough, Valentine’s Day was coming up, and what better gift to give Buck than his own real-life wet dream?

You and Eddie had already been planning his surprise for a few days, Eddie was going to take Buck’s turnout coat home after their shift together the night of the 13th. You and Eddie both already knew that Buck had taken off for the 14th to spend the day with you, but, he had no idea of what truly was going to unfold that day.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke with a smirk. You wanted to wait until later in the night to surprise him, but, you just couldn't wait.

You hopped up out of bed, ran to the closet, and dug Buck’s coat out of the back corner of your closet where you hid it the night before. You tried to be as silent as possible, tiptoeing to the bathroom to strip and change into the coat before Buck woke up.

You slipped off all of your clothes and slid the heavy jacket over your shoulders, you weren’t exactly sure how to make it feel sexy seeing as you felt like a child playing dress up, but you could make it work.

Once the coat was on you waited until you began to hear Buck stir in his sleep to open the door and creep over to your bedroom quietly. As you looked through the crack of the door, you saw Buck stand and stretch the sleep out of his muscles.

You waited for him to finish before slowly creeping into the room, watching his face change as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Oh fuck,” Buck sighed, the blood rushing from his head to his dick in seconds, he swore it made him slightly light-headed. A million thoughts ran through his head at once, he truly could not believe the sight in front of him.

“Eddie told me about your little wet dream,” you teased, sliding the jacket down your shoulders so it hung around you even looser.

“Yeah and I’m definitely gonna kill him at work tomorrow, but for now, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Buck mumbled as he got closer to you, pulling you into his body heat to press his lips against yours.

He kissed you fervently, your tongues clashing against each other. Buck felt like he was floating, the whole moment felt like a dream.

“So, I guess you like your gift?” You smiled as you pulled away from him.

“Oh, I love it, and I can't wait to enjoy it all day long,” Buck smirked, scooping you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

He walked you over to the bed slowly, setting you down as he began to kiss you again. You couldn't get enough of him, if you’d known he’d go this crazy for this you would have done it a long time ago.

Buck kissed down your jaw before standing up to look at you in awe, taking in all the details. Your smooth skin looked so pretty, the rough material of the coat made your skin look like silk. He grabbed your leg, rubbing his hands up and down your calf and your legs practically spread on their own, revealing your bare cunt to him, glistening in the light with your wetness.

“All this for me? God, I must be the luckiest man alive, he sighed, kissing down the inside of your leg until he reached your thigh.

Buck licked a long stripe up the inside of your thigh, stopping once he reached your folds. You let out a whine, you wanted his head between your legs so bad.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry but I can’t wait to fuck you,” Buck mumbled, pulling down his sweats just enough to let his cock spring free. You couldn't complain, Buck fucked you in a way nobody else ever could.

Before he slid himself inside of you, he flipped you onto all fours, he wanted to see his name plastered across your back while he made you cum until you saw stars.

As his cock slid into you, you shuddered. He was so deep inside of you, hitting every nook and cranny that you didn't even know existed. Buck made you feel so full, his cock stuffing you.

“Oh my God, Buck,” You whined, pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on him. When Buck felt this he grabbed your hips, freezing them in place as he began to pound into you from behind. His sudden thrusts made you cry out in pleasure, your legs already trembling.

“Look at you, already a little mess for me,” Buck chuckled, smacking your ass a few times before grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, using your ass to help drag you back on his cock faster.

Your pussy practically wept for him, your arousal leaking out from around his cock. The sounds coming from between the two of you were crude, they even made Buck blush a bit. Your pussy squelched around him, your grip on the sheets making your knuckles turn a bony white color.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you cried out, your hand moving to rub your clit rapidly.

“Damn, baby, already?” Buck teased. He knew how fast he could make you cum, in fact, it was one of his proudest achievements. He teased you about it constantly.

You ignored his comment and hid your face in the sheets, taking his quick thrusts while you tried to hold off your orgasm for as long as you could. Little did you know, Buck was in the same boat. You in his gear did sinful things to his cock and his mind, his fantasies couldn't nearly compare to the real sight in front of him.

“Can’t wait to give you my last name, fill you up with all my babies,” Buck fantasized out loud, dreaming of the life ahead of the two of you. Those words alone sent you over the edge, your orgasms tearing through your trembling body.

Instead of slowing down, your orgasm made him pick up his pace. Buck plowed into you, his tip bullying your cervix making your vision go white. Before your first orgasm was over, a second one hit you like a train.

You didn't realize a coat would make Buck go this wild, your pussy begged for a break but you greedily wanted more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna put my babies all inside of you,” Buck moaned, his hips starting to falter.

Before you could respond, Buck shot his load deep inside of you, fucking it into you to make sure it all stays inside. He fully intended to get you pregnant, he couldn't wait to watch your belly swell.

Buck pulled his cock out of you, spreading your folds to watch his cum leak out of you. He used his first two fingers to scoop up the thick fluid before pushing it back inside of you, fingering it all in.

“Look at this pretty pussy, so swollen and sensitive,” Buck teased, slapping your clit lightly to watch the way your body jolts away. You looked so fucked out, the only thing covering you while you lay on the bed being his turnout coat.

Buck grabbed the coat lightly, sliding it off of you and going to grab one of his LAFD shirts. He helped you redress into more of his clothes and laid you back down in the bed, cuddling up next to you.

“Marry me.” Buck blurted out, the words made your eyes bulge out, the saliva in your mouth getting trapped in your throat.

“What?”

“I said marry me,” Buck repeated, confirming that you aren't just crazy and hearing things. “I was gonna do this later and go all out, but, I can’t wait.”

Buck stood off the bed and reached into your bed side table, grabbing the small velvet box that sat inside the drawer. He then dropped down to get on one knee beside the bed.

“Will you marry me?” Buck asked, his smile beaming.

“Of course, Buck,” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. Buck fully planned on consummating not only his marriage but his engagement as well, no matter how untraditional.

Maybe Buck didn't wanna kill Eddie so much after all.

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[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 11

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

not proofread

series masterlist | previous | next

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yn

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yn got a new swatch palette 👀

user soft lauch????

landonorris Thank god my hand is finally free

alexandrasaintmleux pls tell me you got that lipstick you sent me

yn I did, it’s so gorgeous ��

alexandrasaintmleux 🫠

user she’s so prettyy

user need a man that lets me do this with his hand 😔

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“What are you making?” Max asks as he leans against the counter “Just pasta. You want some too?” He nodded “Sure.”

He watches you as you make the meal. You felt his gaze all over you and shivered slightly. He pushed himself from the counter and stood behind you.

“What are you doing?” His hands gently rest on your hips “You seem cold” He murmured with a knowing undertone. You shake your head “No I’m okay”

Your breath hitched as his arms cling to your waist and his face was buried in your neck “I think you are.. unless you wanna tell me why you’re shivering?” He smirked.

“I-Uh” You close your eyes as max pressed soft kisses to your neck “Max” You breathe “Hm?” His arm goes forward and turns off the stove. His hands guide you to the counter next to it and turn you around.

Your hands land on his chest “My pasta” You say quietly “Fuck your pasta. You’re killing me” He breathes, he was close now.

“Everytime we’re finally were we wanna be, we get interrupted. I- God” His eyes squeeze shut for a moment. You smirk “You want me?”

Instead of embarrassed, he looks at you, more sure than he’s ever been.

“Want you? That doesn’t even describe it in the slightest. You’re everything i’ve ever craved. You pull me in more than any kart or championship ever could. I’d fight your brother a million times- no actually he’s no one I would fight cause he wouldn’t be mad. I’d fight daniel a million times-“

“He’s way taller than you, and not the mentioned a bit stronger” Max glare at you but gently grabs you by the throat, surprising you both.

“And yet you’re standing here, right were you belong. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His tone was low and dangerous.

“You talk and talk but you don’t get to the point” You say teasingly “You want me to get to the point?” You nod, biting your lip and looking at him.

The hand on your throat pulls you closer gently “You want this?” You nod “Please” Thats all he needed before his lips finally met yours.

Years of tension, longing and desperation went into the kiss. Your fists were pulling him impossible closer to yourself.

You slowly pull away and both of you try to catch your breath “We had that one coming” You chuckle which he smiles at and finally opened his eyes. His hand wandered from your throat to your cheek, which was joined by his other hand.

“I don’t ever wanna let you go again” He murmured and gently pressed his forehead against yours “When did you become a romantic?” He chuckled “Always have been a hopeless romantic. You just never saw it” “It’s a bit hard when you reject me”

You look into his eyes and he sighs “You know so didn’t mean to hurt you..” You nod “I know, it’s okay. I just love teasing you” He smiles and goes in for a second kiss.

“Fuck, could do this all day.” You chuckle and press your lips to his again.

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yn

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yn about this week 🩷

angryginge13 I didn’t know people could be this attached to each other but then there’s you and your man

yn jealous much?

angryginge13 never

yn sounds like it 🤷‍♀️

user omggg mystery man cameo

user that looks like lando. Look at the cap

user oh

alexandrasaintmleux pretty girl 🩷

yn 🩷

landonorris I regret bringing you two together

user omg Lando playing amor??

user so lando approves 🥹

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yn and quadrant

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yn making free ads for your brother because he won the race 👏😋

user when are you gonna come to a race again??🥹

yn next race week in silverstone

landonorris 🧡

user need that sweatshirt 😍

user their bond>>>

user why does this kinda look like Max‘s kitchen?

user verstappen?

user no fewtrell..

user I mean it seems they’re friends now

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f1gossip

f1gossip Lando walked into the paddock today alongside Daniel Riccardo, his sister arrived later alongside Max Fewtrell, their long time friend. Radio silence from Riccardo and the Norris duo had everyone convinced they were no longer talking. This all happened after Yn Norris and Riccardo were rumoured to be dating!

user oh?

user now i’m confused

user Max did NOT want to be there

user with yn? he was laughing 🤨

user no, there is another pic with all four of them. Max looks like it’s pure torture to be there 😭

user OH HAHA

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You sit in the ferrari hospitality next to Alexandra. She stares at her glass “Why would he invite daniel? why now?” “He told us he would do it” “Why?” “Payback or something. I’m not sure what lando’s plan is. Told us at that dinner”

“And he told you nothing?” You shake your head and look at your phone “Oh dear. Lando left Max and Daniel alone. I have to go. We’ll talk later!” You jump up from your seat before Alex could answer and made your way to the mclaren hospitality.

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Daniel was glaring at Max, who was scrolling on his phone, much to Daniel’s dismay. You slowly walked up to their table “Hey” Max looks up and smiles “Hey. Finished the gossip session?” He winks and you chuckle “Yes. The tea was piping hot” You smile.

“That’s interesting.” He gets up “You up for a fro-yo?I saw they got a stand here” Your eyes widen “Yes! Oh I love fro-yo” You clap your hands. Max smiles at you, admiring how happy such a little thing made you.

Daniel eyes you both, you look at the aussie “Hello Daniel” Your mood was toned down “Hey Yn” He smiled, which you didn’t return.

You walk out of the hospitality with Max and sigh in relief. Max chuckled “My savior” You hook your arm in his “Whatever lando’s plan is, he has to do it fast. I’m not gonna sit here and have Daniel be a jealous prick” Max nods “It’ll be fine.”

“I hope so” You mumble before you arrive at the stand. You get your order and pull out your wallet, which Max snatches out of your hand and pushes into his pocket “Max” “No.” “Fewtrell.” “That’s not gonna work” He smiles at you before paying.

“I hate you” “Sure” He pats your head in a teasing way and you roll your eyes “You’re annoying” “Now that I believe you” He smiles and moves in for a kiss, which he stops “Forgot we’re in public” He murmured and you laugh “Sorry, no kisses for you”

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yn

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yn happy quali day 🤭🧡

landonorris you got fro-yo without me??

yn you’re not allowed.

landonorris 😔

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷

user who did she get fro-yo with?

user is that daniel??

user little leo 🥹

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“You are aware that this ain’t gonna work,right?” Daniel looks at Lando, who raised an eyebrow “What?” “Max and yn.” Lando sighs “It’s their life.”

“You threw a fit when we were together” Lando crossed his legs “That’s different” “Just because he’s max or what?” “Daniel, can we not talk about my sisters love life? It’s no longer your concern.”

“Oh but it is, you’ll see” “Is that a threat?” “No.” Lando eyes the aussie “Lando! Let’s go” You yell into the hospitality “We wanna go out and eat. You coming?” Lando nods “See you tomorrow, Daniel” “See you” Daniel leans back in his chair and watches lando walk over to you.

His and Max’s eyes meet for a moment. Max’s glare told him everything he needed to know, but would he accept that..?

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almost forgot to post this, OOPS. Oh and look who’s back 👀👀 Don’t get too comfortable, we’re just getting started folks 😉

[simpforchuchu]

My Enemy’s Sister | Mitsuya Takashi x Haitani!reader - part2

a/n: Hello, it’s been a long time since I wrote for Tokyo Revengers. I’m watching season 2 again and wanted to write something for my dear Mitsuys… Anyway, I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my native language.

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fights, violence

part1 part3

“Are you mad at me?”

Rindou pulled his eyes away from Ran with young girl’s question and turned to her. When he saw Y/n’s sad expression, he sighed and smiled while patting her head. This was one of the rare times Rindou showed his affection. He wasn’t a guy like his older brother, he just showed his affection with his actions. 

“No, I’m not. But I hope you realize how much you scared us, Y/n. You can’t even imagine how scared Ran was when we saw you with that Toman captain.”

Y/n nodded her head. Without taking her gaze off the floor, she spoke quietly

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I… I just wanted to help Mitsuya-san.”

Rindou winced at hearing his enemy’s name again. He knew the Toman captains. Even if Mitsuya was the best among them, seeing one of them next to his little sister made his stomach turn. 

“Y/n… don’t forget how dangerous he is. He’s a gang member.”

Rindou knew that he and his older brother were more dangerous, but he knew that they shouldn't trust any gang members. That's why he wanted his sister to stay away from all of them. For years, he and his older brother had kept y/n away from everything. Of course, y/n knew that her older brothers were two delinquents, but she had no idea that they ruled Roppongi.

The young girl could understand why they were so protective. Their parents were never home. That's why Ran had raised both of them. And both Ran and Rindou were overprotective brothers for y/n.

Y/n looked at her older brother and the lilac-haired boy who were a little far away without saying anything. They were waiting with Rindou by the motorcycles. And she was very curious about what the two of them were talking about.

Ran and Mitsuya were still nervous. After Ran threatened Mitsuya, Mitsuya smiled calmly and shook his head.

"She doesn't know, does she? She doesn't know how dangerous you and Rindou are, what you do, nothing." Ran twirled his braid with his finger and looked at the lilac-haired boy with a stern look.

“And she will never know, Mitsuya. That’s the only way to keep her safe. You will stay away from her forever. Or else-“

“Or else you will kill me,” Mitsuya finished Ran’s sentence. “I respect you, Ran. I have always respected you. You may not be a good person, but you are definitely a good brother.”

When Ran looked at Mitsuya in surprise, Mitsuya smiled.

“But you are wrong. Neither I nor Toman would ever touch a girl.”

Ran did not say anything. He continued to look at him with the same gaze.

“And… this life you are hiding from her will not keep her safe. She has the right to know the truth-“

Ran grabbed Mitsuya’s collar harshly, thinking that he was threatening him.

“You will stay away from her, or I will hunt down not only you, but every single Toman member. Did you hear me?!”

Mitsuya placed his hands on Ran’s wrists with a calm look.

“You know you put her in danger-“

Before Mitsuya could finish his words, something neither of them expected happened. Y/n hugged Ran tightly from behind and spoke in fear

“Onii-chan! Please! Let go of him!”

Ran was frozen in shock. Mitsuya was also looking at Ran in surprise.

“Y/n…”

The young girl tightened her hug at the sound of her brother’s voice. Even though she was afraid of Ran’s reaction, she wanted to save the boy who saved her.

“Onii-chan, please let’s go home.”

Ran quietly removed his hands from Mitsuya’s collar. Rindou was also silently watching his brother and sister. He knew that Ran felt betrayed, but that wasn’t the point. More than anything, Ran was afraid of losing Y/n. That’s why he didn’t say anything.

“Y/n, Rindou. We’re going home.”

Y/n flinched at her brother’s harsh voice. She silently followed both of her brothers.

Mitsuya watched them walk away for a while. He could see how upset Y/n was. He didn't expect the young girl who saved his life to be his enemy’s sister either. But it wasn't hard to understand that Y/n was unaware of everything. So he didn't know how to feel.

He sighed deeply and brushed the dust off himself. He squinted his eyes at the brightness he saw on the ground at that moment. He bent down and picked up the necklace he saw. It was a thin gold necklace. He frowned at the name written on it. This necklace belonged to Y/n.

***

Y/n thought there was dead silence when she got home. Ran went to his room without saying anything. Rindou knew very well why Ran was acting like this. He knew that his brother wasn't angry with Y/n, but offended. It hurt Ran that she stopped him for someone she even didn't know. But he still knew that it wouldn't be like this for long.

Y/n said goodnight to his younger brother and went to her room. She took off her clothes and got ready to take a shower. She untied the kerchief in her hand and looked at the dried blood. It hurt a little, but it didn't hurt as much as his brother's gaze. Then she looked at the kerchief again. She should wash it and give it back to him. But she didn't know how to do it when her brother was definitely asking her to stay away from him...

[avifaunaa]

Natasha + R rambles [ htwswy ]

Authors Note: I’m a little tired from posting that monster of a chapter for Rio yesterday — so until I regain some brain juice back I’ll share some little cutsie rambles about Nat/R from the htwswy-verse! I know you guys love this fic a lot so if you want to know more about it please know my anons are open!

Masterlist

Summary: N/A | rambles

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Content Warnings: a tiny mention of self-harm, but other than that none! Mostly humor, fluff, the good stuff.

• Natasha and you probably get another cat not long after you guys get super duper serious — Liho was so pissed

• Out of the two of you, believe it or not, Natasha’s likely less likely to start an argument and more likely to find a solution to one.

• It actually took a while for Yelena to warm up to you despite whatever we think we see in chapter 1. Natasha is her sister and nobody is good enough for her sister until she can decide they are. “A while” is actually six months — making the offhand Yelena-like comments even when she agreed to your attempts to reach out for hangouts to watch Studio Ghibli movies.

• When she does decide you’re perfect for Natasha [ “I’m glad you approve,” you told the blonde blandly as you sat across from her at breakfast, oatmeal untouched and eyes uncaring, “but we’ve been dating for a year now.” She pointedly ignored you, as she usually does. ] she goes to Natasha herself and says so.

• Natasha wasn’t amused.

• Natasha who doesn’t seek out cuddling at bedtime immediately due to her fear of what could happen if she’s tangled up with you during a night terror. Short of flinging you into the wall and making Tony pay a hefty repair fee, you weren’t sure there was much.

• She admired the size of your balls, honestly, considering she could kill you.

• You laughed at her despite the severity of the situation she felt — whereas you didn’t. You didn’t think she’d be able to before waking up.

• It turns out you were right — she always ended up awake with you somehow touching her. On top of her chest, curled up against her, spooning her, spooning you.

• When Natasha sat you down and told you the full story about her history — from the Red Room until the defeat of Thanos — you didn’t seem to know how to take it. But you did know how to respond to her opening up: you took care of her. You disappeared only to return with a dangling Liho in your arms and plopped her into Nat’s lap while you gathered various items for a lazy day on the couch.

—> “I need you to say something,” Natasha finally admitted after you hadn’t spoken about it for a few minutes, television murmuring in the background as she stroked Liho’s soft fur. “Just tell me what you’re thinking?”

—> You lifted your head off her shoulder to look directly at her. “I think,” you started slowly, picking at your leggings, “that you’re one of the bravest people I have ever met and the good you do in the world despite the amount of wrong it has done to you is a feat that I will always admire and love you for.”

—> It was a beautiful response — and not an “I’m so sorry” to be found in there either. She kissed you just to tell you how much it meant to her. That her past didn’t change how you in her eyes. As your partner, your fiercest protector, and your best friend.

• Natasha Romanoff who comes home busted up form missions and you hackle like a cat and fuss over her, poking and prodding each wound, demanding to know where they came from and “why the fuck did you come see me before going to Cho?” and only when did she notice you were in near tears did she stop coming to you before going to Cho.

• Natasha who finishes trying the coffee menu at her normal spot and approaches you about how it makes her feel.

—> You bring a list of suggestions for other local places in the city to start going to

—> It’s cute how she worries about never going back — but you make a promise that for every new place you try you always go to the usual spot once a week

• Natasha who notices your ticks and understands when you work as a way to self-soothe or self-harm.

• This causes her to visit more frequently and break the streak of the period you work so you can go to bed, or eat some food, take a shower — whatever it takes to get you away from the lab.

• Natasha who introduces you fully to the team. She looks entirely too proud of herself, eyes so lovely and soft, and you as Thor slams down the hammer and dares you to play the game nobody ( but Steve Rogers, but Thor conveniently leaves that out ) can win but him.

—> Natasha comforts you when you go :( after ten long minutes of attempting to peel that stupid hammer off the table while everyone eggs you on, knowing full well it won’t happen

—> “It was not a game you were excepted to win — none of us can,” she assured you.

I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH CHAT

[hueseok]

can’t stop thinking about frenemy!seokjin, your fellow agent, who still thinks it’s his right to act all concerned towards you whenever you end up appearing battered and bruised.

“tell me the motherfucker’s name.”

you sighed, bringing your head back so that his fingertips would no longer touch your mouth. the sensation felt too nice and you were being too pleased with the fact that seokjin had the nerve to check on you when he heard that you arrived back at the headquarters with a bruised lip and a broken nose.

you and him were civil for the most part (despite the constant bickering and dirty looks being thrown to the other at times), so you weren’t exactly shocked to see him concerned—but what he was showcasing felt more than concern or worry, and it was giving you mixed emotions to let him carry on

“the motherfucker’s already dead,” you dryly answered, going back to what you were doing, which was changing the pieces of dirty clothing you were wearing. “do you think i’d let him get away after messing my pretty face like this?”

seokjin snorted, bringing his hand down on his lap as he looked away when you raised the hem of your top over your head. you typically wore a sports bra underneath to care about unintentionally flashing someone and that annoyed seokjin more than it should. “did you already have it checked? your nose?”

“not yet.”

“and that’s because…”

“can’t you see that i’m getting changed here?” you gestured to yourself.

the changing rooms in the headquarters were co-ed too, the reason why seokjin was able to catch up with you when you got back from your mission. indeed you didn’t go to the infirmary first like you should have—like you always forget to do honestly, seokjin thought—that he didn’t know why he bothered asking.

he didn’t reply again after you said that last retort. however it didn’t take him long enough either to say something again that made you glare at him. “you should have called me for back-up,” is what he told you.

“and why would i do that?” you asked, loudly slipping on your more comfortable shoes that the sound it emitted echoed in the room.

he shrugged. “could have saved your pretty face from getting hurt if you did.”

“oh, and care to explain why?”

“you know why.”

“you were going to be my knight in shining armor?” you mocked, finishing on changing and standing up, closing your locker door.

“a partner was the term i was going for,” he said quickly, standing up when you did. seokjin walked towards you just as you were going to the exit; he purposely blocked your path, stepping in the direction where you went, not letting you get away with his annoying antics until you looked up again to meet his eyes.

his face appeared serious, rigid even, so unlike the seokjin who liked to piss you off with his dumb jokes and his out of place comments. his gaze flickered down to your misshapen nose once more now that you were inches apart, getting a good look on it before it moved to your slightly swollen and bleeding lips.

he sighed, expression contorting into that guise again when he first stepped inside the room and set his eyes on you—it showed irritation and complete anger, expressions that surprised you a bit but chosen to ignore in the end.

“did you give that asshole a good beating before killing him at least?” he asked.

that amused you, both from how he brought the topic up again and how though not worded in the conventional way, you knew that he meant it as disdain to the man who hurt you, wishing the guy got what he deserved.

“what do you think?”

seokjin grinned, nodding approvingly. “we should head to the infirmary then. get that nose fixed.” he led the way this time and you followed, your mouth smirking.

“thanks for the tip, captain obvious.” you said, pausing for a while before you added another phrase. “and thanks for the concern too.”

he glanced at you, smiling in a sort of cocky manner at the showcase of some feelings. “no problem. though next time, try not to finish the guys who hurt you yourself, alright?” he joked. “let me have my fun with them too.”

you halted at that, just for a quick second, the implication getting stronger—but like earlier, just like with every hint that he’s been giving that he cared for you much more than you were grasping—you ignored it, walking again and matching his pace without another word about it.

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

[prismaticpichu]

Sephzack prompt: Degradation

Shehshshshdhdh ONE OF MY FAV AUs!!!! 💖💖💖

~

"I..."

Zack shook his head, unable to stop the tears from boiling, unable to bear the pulsing ache in his chest any longer. The gray-beaded tips of his spikes seemed to be accentuated by the training room's glow; unescapable, unexorable. A part of him now. More and more of the black was being swallowed by that rotting color, its leechlike silver blanching the youth and life out of his hair—his eyes, his skin, his spirit. He could feel all of it slipping, bleeding away. He could feel its deadly venom seeping into his soul, infecting it, blighting the brightest parts and tainting them with its rage, vitriol, and hatred. How much longer could he even control it? How many more loved ones did have to snap at, demean? How many more horrible, ruthless, bladed things did he have to say to—?

"Zack..." Sephiroth reached out, sensing his friend's turmoil, Masamune long thrown aside and relinquished.

A bead of blood dribbled off his cheek.

The Buster Sword sat at Zack's feet, reddened.

"...It's not your fault, Zack. None of this is y—"

Zack slapped his hand away, lips pulling into an anguished snarl, taking a defensive step back.

His eyes were veiled with tears.

"Don't... don't touch me!" he choked, almost rattled. "I'm... I'm dangerous, okay? I'm... I'ma..." Another fierce, hate-fueled shake of his head, the sapphires ablaze as he then added, laden with hot terror, "I almost killed you...!"

Even with the words echoing jaggedly around them, Sephiroth only rubbed his hand, refusing to raise his voice. He wouldn't dare fan the flames—not when the disease was in-control, growing stronger.

"...You didn't," was all Sephiroth said, his voice a delicate calm. "You stopped yourself."

Zack's fists clenched, his teeth gnashing, serrated tears crawing down his cheeks.

...Why didn't you fight BACK? he wanted to scream, snarl. "Why wouldn't you defend yourself? Do you WANT me to hurt you? Are you too afraid to fight, just like when you made me...—

But he stopped himself there, tightening his fists, straining against the roaring thoughts like a man bracing a hurricane, trying to divert the violent winds.

No... That wasn't true...

Teardrops plunked onto his blade, diluting the blood.

It...!

"Zack," Sephiroth ventured again, taking a step closer, sounding so helpless and so pained. "Please, take a breath. Recollect yourself. It's going to be—"

"SHUT UP...!" Zack screamed, the volcano in his throat bursting forth, spewing its draconic heat. His fists were cement chunks now; his breath was knifelike, erractic. "You think it's going to be okay? You think everything's going to be fine?! How stupid do you think I am? How NAIVE do you think you are...?"

He took a step closer, stomping.

Sephiroth didn't move.

"You think you can magically make everything better? You think you can understand? You think you are so Strong, staying so aloof? What kind of person do you think you—?"

Nor did Sephiroth let him finish, refusing to let this tainted facsimile speak any longer, refusing to fight back or counter or spit even the faintest trace of gasoline into the fire, making more of a rift…

Thump, thump, thump~

So he simply reached out, warmly yet desperately, closing the space between them…

Thump, thump, thump~

And pulled Zack into an embrace.

Thump, thump, thump…

Thump, thump….

Thump….

Zack’s entire world seemed to freeze, his eyes widening, his chest pressed against the frantic rhythm of his friend’s heartbeat, against its familiar pulses. Its song. Its warmth. Familiar notes and familiar comfort—a melody that sang to the storm in his soul, calming it down, placating it with its gentle beats.

Thump…. Thump…. Thump…

He sucked in his breath, listened.

Sephiroth rested his head against his shoulder, holding him tighter.

The world around them ceased to exist.

“…Zack,” he murmured, sealing the cracks in own voice, drawing him closer into his chest. “I’m here… I’m right here. Come back to me now…”

It was like watching a flame be snuffed out, its angry light ebbing into harmless, tiny cinders; extinguished, smothered. Harmless little ashes that trickled off Zack’s shoulders as he slumped, melting into his friend’s arms, solaced by those simple, medicinal, balmlike words…

I’m not going to abandon you…

I’m not going to fight you…

I’m never going to give up on you…

Tears swamped the leather coat, free and flooding.

“S-Seph…”

Strong arms only held him tighter, anchoring his friend with his previous promises, enveloping him in a shelter he would never let crumble, never let fall. A bond he would never let be tainted—no matter how hard this vile disease tried to tear them apart. He would never leave Zack to rot, to struggle and suffer on his own. He knew better this time. He would do better this time, no matter the circumstances. No matter how many times he had to bring him back. Zack had showed him nothing but unconditional, unwavering love in the past, and he was going to reciprocate it. Wings or gray hair or venomous arguments… It didn’t matter: it was still Zack underneath it all, and he would fight for him with his life.

“I… I didn’t mean…”

“Shh, I know… It’s not your, fault.”

“I… I love you so much, bud… “I-I’m so…”

“Shh… It’s alright…”

“I… don’t want to hurt you…”

“I know, I know… You would never…”

“…I’m… I’m scared, Seph…”

And on and on, a rally of warm whispers and emotions, two friends clinging to each other for dear life.

[livingformintyoongi]

The Hunger Games | Kim Taehyung

a/n: Yes, this is not as well produced as the rest of my work because it's a stupid project I'm doing based on this publication I made, because if I'm going to push people to show their never finished projects, then I'm also going to participate showing this fragment I wrote a LONG time ago :))

Warnings: THG!AU, a little angsty, Reader is rather clumsy and soft (yes, I like characters that are shown to be weak, condemn me), and just that, it's short 🙂

"Are you still awake?" Taehyung whispered over your hair, both arms wrapped protectively around your waist. You were almost sure he hadn’t taken his hands off you since he set foot on the arena.

"Yeah, it's hard to sleep knowing that at any moment someone could jump on us to attack," you murmured, snuggling even closer to his chest, clinging to the false hope that this way, you might find some peace.

"No one would dare approach us. Our allies are some of the strongest—we have Chaewoon and Yoongi, two of the most ruthless winners. Then there’s Sooah, Jiwon, and Jungkook, some of the strongest fighters. And, of course, we have Namjoon. He won the games purely with his intelligence. We have nothing to worry about—"

"Taehyung," you interrupted before he could continue, turning to face him. It was still nighttime, and neither of you was willing to light a fire, so the only illumination was the moonlight. Your delicate features stood out even more under the blueish glow, and Taehyung couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked, even in a situation as hopeless as the Hunger Games.

"We may have the strongest and smartest players, but everyone in this arena has won a game before. And let’s not forget the fact that they all did it by their own merit..." You paused for a moment before continuing, a small pang in your chest making it hard to say what had been weighing on your mind ever since they announced you would be fighting in the Games again. "Everyone except me."

"Honey—"

"No, Taehyung, don’t try to make it seem like I did something incredible, like my victory was as legendary as everyone else’s," you kept your gaze lowered, unable to meet his eyes as you let out all the fears you had kept bottled up until now. "The only reason I won the Games was because I got lucky. We both know it—everyone knows it! That’s the only reason people even remember me out there. ‘How did she dodge that arrow?’ ‘What were the odds that a beehive would fall right onto that player?’ ‘How did she find food that another tribute couldn't get to because of the distance and difficulty?’"

Your grip on Taehyung’s suit tightened slightly, your forehead pressed against his chest as if it could shield you from his gaze.

"I never killed anyone, not a single person. My weapon is completely clean. If someone were to attack us right now, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself. I never passed any trials, not even the agility test..." You licked your lips before continuing, the lump in your throat tightening now that you were finally voicing your deepest fear. "I’m a burden to all of you, Taehyung," you whispered against his chest, feeling how his arms tensed around your waist. "If another team comes after us, you’d be too busy keeping me alive to worry about yourself, and the same goes for the others. I’m a liability, and everyone knows it. There’s no way I can be of any help. I can’t even swim. I can barely run properly without tripping halfway through. And it’s too dangerous for you to keep carrying me on your back all the time."

"What are you trying to say, Y/N?" Taehyung murmured, his grip on you tightening even more. He couldn't even tell where he ended and where you began. "Because if you’re telling me all this just to say we should split from the group, then—"

"You don’t have to come with me," you shook your head, pressing your face against his chest, needing to feel him as close as possible, to the point where you could hear his heartbeat growing louder. "I don’t want you to. I want you to live, Tae. I want to stop being a burden to you."

"You are not a fucking burden, Y/N. You are my fiancée," he growled softly, resting his face in the crook of your neck. You were fully aware of how much this conversation angered him—you had been from the moment the thought first crossed your mind. But it was the best thing, for everyone, for him, and he had to understand that somehow.

"I can’t just leave you behind and go as if you don’t matter to me, because you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I don’t want to do it, and I won’t. You want to leave the group? Fine, do it. But I’m going with you," he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours desperately. He needed you to understand how he felt, that he would never, ever leave you alone, no matter what.

"I’ve respected every single one of your decisions, no matter how ridiculous they seemed to others. But with this? With this, you don’t get a choice, baby. I’m going wherever you go. Always."

"It’s dangerous for you to be with me."

"It’s dangerous for you to be alone."

"I don’t want you to die because of me."

"And do you think I do? You said it yourself—you’re clumsy, you don’t know how to handle a weapon properly without hurting yourself. If I leave you here alone… just thinking about it, I—"

He pursed his lips, studying your face intently. He lifted a hand to your cheek, caressing it as if your skin were made of the most delicate and precious material in existence. And to him, you were.

A fragile body, a heart too soft, too easily broken. To him, you were the most beautiful woman in the world—if not the entire universe. You were the love of his life, someone he never thought he would get to meet. But there you were, lying beside him, looking only at him, wearing a ring that, in a few months, would bind you together for life.

"I love you too much to risk your life for nothing, Y/N."

He rested his forehead against yours, noses brushing, lips just inches apart, breathing the same air.

"Don’t do this to us, please, I beg you," he whispered against your lips, running his hands through your golden strands before resting them on your nape. His dark eyes locked onto yours, a quiet smile forming inside him as he saw your pupils dilate, as he felt your much smaller hands clutching his clothes like your life depended on it.

You could say you wanted to go your separate ways, but your body told an entirely different story.

"Stay with us," he murmured, his lips barely touching yours as he spoke. "Stay with me."

Before you could respond, Taehyung closed the distance, his fingers tangling in your hair, his arms pulling you closer until every inch of your body was pressed against his.

You had kissed before, many times—sometimes briefly, other times with deeper emotion. But this? This was different from any kiss you had shared before.

It felt like a last one.

More desperate than any other, yet filled with uncertainty and a silent plea neither of you dared to voice. The hand he had kept on your cheek now tried to wipe away the tears that had started falling—tears he was sure you had been holding back for days.

The kiss didn’t last more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Hours neither of you wanted to end.

When you pulled away for air, Taehyung followed, seeking more, needing more. He didn’t want to let you go. He didn’t want to lose you.

"I’m scared, Tae," you whispered between soft sobs, looking at him with so much desperation and fear that he felt his heart clench.

His eyes locked onto yours with determination, trying to appear as confident as possible, to make his words feel like undeniable truth.

"I’ll get you out of this alive, baby. I’ll get both of us out. I promise."

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Tw: mentions of blood and wounds

Touya’s been gone all day fighting with the LOV; you know he’ll be home late, so you ordered take-out and decided to watch your favourite show.

2 hours into your marathon, you hear him walk into the apartment, kick off his boots, and go straight to the bathroom. Anxiety fills your stomach as you approach the bathroom; you hear him press his body against the door so you can’t get in.

“Hi Touya, How was your day?” You try to rid your voice of concern.

“It was fine,” he responds roughly. You know exactly why he’s avoiding you.

“Can you unlock the door so I can help you?”

You’re ready for his usual protesting, but instead he cracks the door open with no objection, “Promise not to freak out.”

The smell of smoke and burn fills your nostrils. You peek into the bathroom; blood droplets and bandage rolls litter the counter. “I promise.” You take a deep breath before entering in an attempt to calm your nerves and prepare yourself to treat his new injuries.

A few of Touya’s staples on his upper chest and cheek have come undone, blood seeping through and dripping down his body. He’s visibly in pain, and you can assume this was the only reason he didn’t put up a fight this time. You wince at the sight of him. You turn away to get a bucket of warm water, soap, and cloths, hoping he didn’t see your pained facial expression.

“The doctor can only see me tomorrow,” he whispers, breaking the heavy silence.

You grab the warm cloth and dab it over the open wounds gently. Touya grimaces in discomfort, but you continue to apply pressure to reduce the bleeding. You can feel his gaze as he watches you treat his wounds, but you can’t meet his eyes. Seeing him beaten up, burned, and in pain so often has taken a toll on you, and he knows it. He kisses the top of your head while you’re applying ointment to his chest like he always does. You assume this is his way of thanking you. Your eyes are stinging from holding back tears.

“Are you mad at me?” Touya murmured. He almost sounded like a child waiting to be reprimanded. The lump in your throat is too hard to swallow. You finish patching up his chest and now have no choice but to look at his face to add a bandage to his cheek. The moment your eyes meet his, the tears you held for so long trickle down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry… Please say something Y/N,” he pleads. Somehow, you finish applying the bandage through blurry vision.

“There, I’m done.” You dump the bucket into the sink. Touya grabs at your waist and pulls you into his lap before you can run out. You instantly soften under his touch; you can no longer deny him. He wraps his arms around you and places his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll try to use my quirk less. Please don’t cry for me.” As if he hasn’t told you this a thousand times before.

Between sniffles and hiccups, you manage a reply, “I can’t forgive you. This is killing me.”

Touya listens to what you have to say; he continues to hold you and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his rough fingers.

“Can’t you do something else for the League? Be an errand boy or something.” That was the only thing you could think of in a moment of desperation.

That brings a smirk to Touya’s lips, but he winces in pain from the wound you just cleaned.

“Don’t make me smile or laugh; you just put my cheek back together.” He can’t avoid his dark sense of humour even in a time like this.

“Let’s get you to bed; we can talk about this more tomorrow on our way to the doctor’s.” He cradles you like a baby and brings you to your bedroom. That heavy silence returns as you get into bed with him. You may be in his arms all night, but you feel farther away from him than ever. You can't help but think about your boyfriend’s physical and mental health deteriorating before your eyes, and all you can do is patch it up temporarily.

* I love some angst… SUE ME!

* i love him with all my heart, he deserves the world

[emwallas176]

Just finished episode 3x19 (Memoria) and I have a lot of thoughts…

(Firstly, season three will just NOT give Lex a break)

Let’s recap the ep together:

- Lex agrees to have a shady scientist run experiments on him to try and regain the seven weeks he lost during his “psychotic break”

- Clark confronts him and tells him to stop (now I get Clark is concerned about his secret coming out but what the hell. Lex isn’t even trying to dig up anything about Clark at the moment. He lost seven weeks! Of vital memories! Including the fact that his own father drugged him and caused a psychotic break and locked him up in an institution and performed highly dangerous electroshock therapy on him. Clearly Lionel is a threat to Lex’s safety. And the most mind boggling part is that Clark knows all of this! Don’t you think that Lex deserves to know?? Don’t you think that not telling him is actually putting him in danger?? How is Clark justifying that with himself?? Even if he was concerned about Lex knowing his secret. Which I fully believe that Belle Reeve showed that Lex would one hundred percent keep his secret and protect him but I digress. Clark doesn’t have to tell him that bit. If he just told Lex about everything else then he wouldn’t have to go through with the procedure anymore. But he doesn’t. So Lex continues with the experiments)

- anyway, Lex has a psychotic break (again) and remembers repressed memories about his brother Julian who died when he was a baby and

SPOILERS

- turns out Lex’s mother was so terrified after witnessing how Lionel treated Lex (and was probably suffering from post-partum depression) that she goes and kills her son… horrible

- then twelve year old Lex witnesses this and covers for his mom, taking the blame! And suffering Lionel’s misplaced wrath for the next ten years (also since Lex called it a repressed memory during his confrontation with Lionel does that mean that for all these years he truly believed he killed his brother??? Bc if so….)

- also let’s not forget to mention that after getting into it with Clark Lex ends up being the one to save him from the lab after Clark is stuck in a vat of kryptonite (and is Lex thanked? No. Clark accuses Lex of becoming his father. Does he apologize for this? No. Instead he asks Lex why his father hates him so much. Clark Kent you are on thin ice young man.)

* special reminder that the episode before this while under Chloe’s truth serum, Lex admitted that the one thing he wants more than anything is his father to love him. Just in case that provides any context that absolutely breaks your heart.

* also ALSO no one even came to his fucking birthday party!!

I’m burning this whole place to the ground I swear to god. Smallville doesn’t deserve nice things. I’m going to keep Lex right here next to me until they learn to treat him better. IS THIS YOUR VILLAIN? Be fucking fr. You wish he was the villain. You stain his name to try and hide the fact that this boy has more morals and goodness inside of him than you know what to do with. I’m losing my mind.

[ammyamarant]

Kamen Rider Gavv ep 1 thoughts

Just going to watch one episode right now because I need to finish Kabuto and I need to Know what Kabuto has up its sleeve. But, the tl;dr of Gavv: Cute show, I can see how traumatized this poor kid will get by the end

Gavv ep 1

okay so I’m already reminded of W. Wonder if there will be a mentor figure that dies like Soukichi does in the first fucking five minutes of W

oh neat doors. I’ve seen Labyrinth too.

jfc how old is this kid he looks baby

yeet out of a plane and the tinkly “oh this is the world mom is from” music lmao

lbr considering the environment you just escaped from and the way you were happy to be freefalling because you were where your mom is from, I think needing some food is understating it.

"what do you have? Do you eat it?" has the same energy as my "what is gender? do you eat it?" joke

WHAT IS YOUR BODY MADE OF

Karakida I want your jacket. Give

Ah you have no communication skills. Understood

"This isn't a monster case" "So what is it?" "Woman fucking killed her own husband and shh keep your fucking voice down"

"today's harvest" and it looks like bloody organs. Hey I've seen 12 Hour Shift too.

oh you've never been allowed actual food have you

oh goddamn it I can hear Apollo aiming the dodgeball already

my dude. you got a tummy ache then gave birth to something. human women would kill for that to be their normal gestation cycle.

mm, cgi is kinda……………………

"hey now I've been fed actual food and have real energy I can make minions" yeah I mean that makes sense. People get all kinds of bodily processes back once they've been properly fed. Usually takes a while for their body to recover but hey you ain't human so I get it

this kid is so sweet and kind giving obvious main character (yeah I know it's shouma) a place to stay and some sweets to eat.

oh right the street drugs WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HENTAI ASS THING

oh it's just a mouth. Wicked teeth.

Shouma is such a sweetheart

Also ye, I can see why Shouma is enchanted by sweets if his mom never let him have any of the family drugs.

excuse me I need to figure out a way to get into this world and beat down this addict before he hurts this kid

Shouma I would like a full rundown of what you can do because was that super speed and running perpendicular on a vertical surface? My dude? Answers?

Mm, sick monster design

Yeah, the monster and the kid both being like "hey what the fuck" to Shouma is fucking hilarious.

oh fucking ow

your mom turned into a bloody organ thing. Are we sure this isn't just a horror movie?

I feel like these minion things showing up saying "eat gummy!" shouldn't feel as threatening as they do.

OH GOD THE CRYING EYES. I'M HOWLING

"oh with the other one" lmao

I wonder what this show is like on edibles because the bright colours are fun and I had a blast watching Ex-Aid baked. Tho I'd consider that a little too on the nose considering the street drug metaphor of those dark candies

little dudes go somewhere safe that isn't under the fighting feet!

oh interesting so if he gets a lot of battle damage he can repair it by using another minion. Very neat. Wish more "battle damage" was repairable that easily. Looking at you, 3rd Birthday.

oh calling both of them monsters and Shouma just taking it is heartbreaking.

I'm definitely feeling the difference between Takaiwa and whoever the suit actor for Gavv is, but it's more "huh, that's a different way of doing the stunts" than anything bad. I do miss Takaiwa but that's mostly because he's a fucking legend. This guy's doing great, tho.

did… they repurpose the build driver for this?

takaiwa usually stood upright, even for meek characters like Ryotaro, while it seems like this guy's default stance is hunched over. iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. Says a lot about Shouma in this form

okay I was about to say this Rider Kick is lame, but nah, it's pretty good.

Shouma you are sunshine and joy wrapped in ptsd. That's not even a joke I know you're fucking riddled with ptsd from just your memories of your mother alone

Shouma you are not Eiji stop being a hobo

Cute show.

[yangjungwonisms]

Sunday Blues- YJW

warnings: NSFW| MDNI 18+

It was Sunday night at approximately 9:30 pm, to anyone else that just meant that yet another weekend was ending. For you and your boyfriend though, it meant that he was going to have to leave you for the week soon. Because of how busy he was during the week, you two were only able to actually physically be together during the weekend. This made the little time you two spent together even more special. But you missed him like crazy when he was gone. You felt bad because you knew it was stressful for him to be apart from you as well. You could tell something was off with him the whole day, you brushed it off not thinking much about it. Jungwon on the other hand was dragging his feet. He knew that logically he needed to head home so he was well rested for the coming week ahead. Except, the more the day went on the more his resolve was slipping. He always hated leaving you, but lately it was killing him. Being away from you was more stressful than work was, he needed to be able to come home to you at the end of his days or else he was going to go crazy.

Jungwon had decided by 9 that night he wasn’t going home that night. In fact, he wasn’t even going to work at all during this week. He had ulterior motives for taking the week off. The main reason was he just wanted to spend time with you. It had been many months since he had gotten to see you during the week. All he craved during his busy days was your presence. You were his biggest source of comfort and even though you two talked on the phone during the day and then while getting ready for bed at night he needed more. You two had already been together for over 2 years and it only made sense to be living together. Before work got so busy he and you were practically living together anyways. He had been working up the courage to ask you to move in with him. He wasn’t even sure why you two weren’t living together yet. Financially, it would make sense but it just hadn’t occurred. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was in such a mood that day. He assumed it was probably because it was yet another day he would have to leave you. He hated leaving you alone, knowing that even though you scarcely brought it up you were just as affected by his absence and he was by yours. He was starting to get worried about how it might affect the future of your relationship. The entirety of the day, he couldn’t be away from you. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. Not that you were complaining given that you felt pretty much the same.

You two had just finished cleaning up from dinner when you noticed what the time was. “Wonie, it’s almost 10 shouldn’t you get going”? You shouted to him from the other room. But when you looked back at him he merely moved to stand up and walk over to you. He embraced you from behind immediately nuzzling his face into your neck. “Oh yeah, about that. I’m not going home”. His reply was so nonchalant that you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you. “Wonie, as much as I don’t want you to leave I really don’t want you to stay out too late when you have work in the morning”. At that he pulled your body closer to his letting out a frustrated sigh in the process. “Baby, don’t make me go. I can’t be away from you anymore. It hurts and I can’t do it anymore”. You felt your heart crack in half hearing how vulnerable he was being with you. “Oh, baby you know I don’t want you to go but what else can we do”? Jungwon felt a lightbulb go off in his head, he had been strategizing for weeks over when the best time to ask you would be, it was now. “You could move in with me”. He saw your eyes go wide, you felt kind of silly having never considered it all this time. It felt like such a simple solution to an otherwise difficult situation. You suppose you never wanted to get your hopes up. “Wait, are you serious”? You could tell he was dead serious but you still needed to hear him say it. “Oh baby, I’m so serious. Think about it, doesn’t it make more sense for us to live together? Atleast this way we get to see each other everyday. Think of all the fun we could have baby. Think of all the sex we could have. So much sex baby, come on please”. You hated to admit that the sex was a selling point. You two were plenty intimate in the little alone time you got, but you couldn't help but imagine how much fun it would be to be able to have each other whenever you wanted. “Shouldn’t we discuss this more won”. He knew he was going to have to work a little harder to convince you, fortunately he had been prepared for this exact thing.

Without another word he starts walking towards your bedroom pulling you to follow in tow. Once you had gotten into the room with him he was quick to close the door and push you up against it. He started an onslaught of dirty, wet kisses starting from the corner of your mouth moving down your neck leaving hickeys in his wake. He really wasn’t playing fair, because he knew the minute he started kissing you that the rest of your willpower would melt away. Only after he’s reduced you to a whimpering mess does he pull away. He walks away from you to stand in front of your mirror. He gestures for you to follow him over there. Once you heed his command he’s quick to settle himself directly behind you. He grabbed your chin tilting your head up to make eye contact with him in the mirror. “Pay attention to me baby”. At that his hands were all over you, making quick work of the bottoms you had on. Before he moved to do anything he brings two of his fingers up to your mouth. Without him even needing to tell you what to do, you take them into your mouth sucking on them just enough to get them wet. He moved his hand down your body at a torturously slow pace before he finally settled in between your legs. He doesn’t hesitate to ease both of his fingers into your cunt. He stills his movements for a minute allowing you time to get used to the stretch. He leans in ever so slightly, planting a small kiss on the shell of your ear before whispering “hm so good for me. You see what I’m doing right baby”? He paused expecting an answer from you but you were already too far gone. He moves to pull his hand out from in between your thigh earning a whine from you. “I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question baby. Rude girls don’t get fucked and you know that”. Mustering up every bit of concentration you have you answer “Mhm wonie, I see what you’re doing. Feels so good”. He seems appeased at that, continuing his movements immediately. “Could fuck you like this all the time if we lived together baby. You’d like that right”? Not wanting to give him any reason to stop touching you answer right away “Fuck, Jungwon I need you. Need you all the time. Wanna move in with you baby”. At that, he had gotten what he wanted, but he still felt like teasing you just a little bit more. “Hmm, you only wanna move in with me because you’re so cock hungry baby”. He was messing with you but you were so fucked out merely from his fingers that you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single shit about it. “No baby, wanna move in with you because I love you so much”. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. “Then prove it to me”.

With zero hesitation he pushes you down on your knees, he stands there staring at you expectantly as your hands move to start undoing his belt. Once you’ve taken his cock out of his pants and stroke him a few times you move to take him in your mouth, before you can do so he stops you “Gonna let me fuck your mouth baby”? He had a brief moment of nothing but pure fondness in his eyes reaching out to cradle your face “You’ll let me know if it’s too much okay”? Nodding your head you lean in to pepper kisses around the tip. It takes you a few minutes to take all of him in your mouth, stopping every couple of seconds to allow your breathing to even out. While you’re adjusting to him he takes the time to grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He starts thrusting in and out of your mouth at a shallow pace wanting to get used to the feeling of your mouth around him. It didn’t take long before he had both hands planted firmly in your hair while fucking your mouth at a faster pace. After about 10 minutes of holding himself back his demeanor was starting to slip. “Oh fuck baby. Fuck so good for me like always. Making me feel so loved right now watching you choke on me like this princess”. The closer he was to finishing the more erratic his breathing got. “Oh fuck baby, gonna make me cum. Gonna cum in your mouth and you’re gonna take it all”. Within seconds he was a moaning mess holding your head in place fucking himself through his orgasm.

He’s quick to get you off in a similar way, opting to push you down onto the bed and holding your hips down while going down on you. He makes you cum twice in the span of 10 minutes, knowing how close you were from when he was finger fucking you earlier. Once he has successfully gotten you off you think you’re finally going to get some rest. But you thought wrong because as soon as Jungwon moves out from between your thighs he crawls up to you on the bed. You can feel by the slow way he’s grinding onto your bare pussy that he’s nowhere near done with you. For a second you two just mindlessly hump each other easily getting worked back up. You were so caught up in how good you felt when you feel Jungwon push into you and bottom out immediately. Normally he takes a second to calm himself down so he wouldn’t cum right away. Today, he didn’t care about that, he needed to fuck you. The vigor in which he starts fucking into you has you seeing stars. You can’t do anything except hold onto him for dear life as he pounds into you at lightning speed. You know how worked up he is by how high pitched his moans were getting. “It’s good yeah baby”? You truly can’t respond, too fucked out by how hard your boyfriend is fucking you. “fuck me harder won please. Need it harder baby”. Instead of responding he repositions you, grabbing your legs and locking them behind his back. He takes a second steadying himself on the headboard before he’s fucking you so hard the headboard is quite literally banging into the wall with abandon. Maybe it was a good thing you were moving because you were sure your neighbors were going to be filing noise complaints after this. There were no more words spoken between you two until he reaches his orgasm barely pulling out of you in time to finish all over your stomach. By the end of it, he was moaning louder than you were, and he teased you for being loud. There’s no way you’d ever let him live this down.

It always amazed you how quickly he could switch back to his sweet and soft demeanor after having just committed such lewd acts. Despite all of what you two had just done, you still weren’t sure where you stood with moving in with him. He must feel the same because you both go to speak at the same time. You concede, allowing him the opportunity to speak first. “I really do wanna live with you baby. It’s the next big step in our relationship before marriage and I think we’re ready, don’t you”? You couldn’t have said it better yourself. “Okay baby, let’s do it. Let’s move in together”. Jungwon was so thrilled you agreed to move in with him that it took every ounce of self control he had to keep himself from starting to pack your things up then and there. You are only able to get him to hold off by promising him you’d both take the week off work and get moved in with each other as soon as possible. Despite all of that he had somehow convinced you to come back to his place with him. His reasoning was that he wanted you to feel as comfortable as you could since that was your place now too. You saw right through it, the real reason he wanted you to come back with him was so he could show you all of the places he wanted to fuck you once you moved in. He was even nice enough to give you a sneak peek in almost every room of the house. Let’s just say it was an exhausting evening for the two of you.

[hergrandplan]

"He's the one"

thank you @enjoythesilentworld for this fun tag!!

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP/fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart.

I started this so so long ago and actually looked at it a few days ago and realized that this may simply be one I can't figure out. I know what it's supposed to be (exes who are friends, and then Simon gets engaged and Wille becomes his best man) but I don't know how, and either way, I don't think this particular scene will make it in! So here it is, for your enjoyment (yes. this is longer than 1-5 paragraphs. it could have been even longer but there were too many square brackets in the final few that I couldn't figure out. but hey. More cake!)

**

With a loud “Wille, you’ll never believe what happened!” Simon stormed into the living room, temporarily making Wille look up from the book he was reading. A book he was enjoying.

He already regretted giving Simon the keys to his house. One of these days, he was sure, Wille was going to come home and find Simon splayed out on his couch, having raided his cupboards and eating all his snacks.

“What, Simon?” he said with feigned disinterest, while trying to finish this last paragraph.

Simon grabbed the book out of his hands before he could, and tossed to the other side of the room.

“Hey!” Wille exclaimed. [maybe this needs to be more of a description of the sound like ‘disgruntled noise’ or something but not disgruntled] “I was reading that!”

“You can read later, I have something to tell you.” Simon sat down on the couch next to him, the widest grin possible on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “I met someone. And I’m pretty sure he’s the one.”

“You said that about the previous guy. And the guy before that. And the guy before that.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m sure of it.” Simon fell back against the couch cushions, and ran a hand through his black curls. “He’s sweet, and considerate, and incredible in bed. I mean the way he–“

“Okay, okay, I do not need to hear you go on about your sexual escapades again, please. Where did you meet him?”

Simon’s hand got stuck in his curls, and he blushed. Actually blushed, and that’s how Wille knew the answer.

“Please don’t say the club.”

Simon didn’t reply.

“Simon, we talked about this. Not every guy you fuck is the one.”

“Yeah, but this time it’s different! I mean, I met him last Saturday and we went out for dinner last night and Wille,” Simon sat up again, stared into Wille’s eyes. “I came from his place just now. I haven’t even been home yet since Saturday. He has a bed frame. A bed frame that is incredibly suitable to – ” Wille gave him a look, and Simon stopped mid-sentence. “Okay, it doesn’t matter what it’s suitable to, but c’mon.”

“Wait, but if you met him Saturday –“ Wille quickly did the math in his head. “Simon, you’ve known this guy for what, 4 days?”

“I know, I know, it’s too soon but truly, I’m telling you, he’s the one. For real this time.”

Wille rolled his eyes and get up to get his book from where Simon had flung it to heedlessly.

“Sure. Tell me again in a month when it hasn’t crashed and burned again, and maybe I’ll believe you.”

Simon’s problem, according to himself, was that he just loved too much and that they were never able to handle it. And maybe he was right, a bit – almost every guy he met was the one until he found they weren’t ready for a relationship, were still in love with their ex, or, in more than one case, had a girlfriend already.

Simon’s problem, according to Wille, was that he couldn’t see past all the raging red flags. Simon would have killed it if he were a bull fighting in the arena.

Not tagging anyone bc Idk who has been tagged already and I sadly dont have the brain capacity or the time for that rn. So if you see this and want to join in: this is your sign!

[dollopole]

I should find another hobby

Anyway, if Merlin was set in modern times, Arthur would have called Merlin his “gay awakening”.

[artisiumstudios]

TW: IMPLIED SUCIDE