#I'M STILL SCREAMING AHHHHHH

[things-stronger-than-fear]

i think the wildest thing about coryo slipping and saying he killed 3 people is that it shows how guilty he feels for sejanus' death??? like in this brief moment of unguarded honesty, when he's speaking without thinking first, he fully blames himself for sejanus' death.

all i'm saying is that if he was a pure evil sociopath who never gave a damn i don't think he would blame himself at all; it's so easy to point the finger instead at gaul, at whoever pulled the lever, at the rebels who involved sejanus. snow's not the one who committed the crime, who gave the order, or who pulled the trigger. but in the end he -- without promoting, without argument -- incriminates himself.

i'm just. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[doctorweebmd]

11700 words and its still!!! not!!! done!!!!!!!

[weather-phenomenon]

literally if i lived on my own or at least in a situation where i had more autonomy and less anxiety i wld not spend so much time online lolz like you do not even understand sigh

[leuchtstabrebell]

Whumptober Day 15 / Prompt: "I'm fine"

Sirius always tries to make Peter feel bad about things he has no control over. It is, honestly, pathetic. Like, come on! Peter has had a pretty tough week, and all he wants to do is relax with a nice novel in the living room. He puts on some music, and whistles to himself. He does not think about his friends or about the loneliness or the devastating great void threatening to close in on him. Nu uh, not thinking about it.

But then Sirius comes home. And Peter immediately knows that something is wrong.

Sirius thinks he is so very good at hiding his suffering, because the alternative, that people do notice but they just don’t care, or don’t care enough to do something about it, is so much worse. Sirius tells himself that he is so good at hiding the pain. He did it at Hogwarts too, when he came back from the holidays and no one said anything, not the other students and not one of the teachers. But no, Sirius, as we have already established, is loud in everything he does, even in suppressing, and he projects his pain outward very obviously.

But Peter will not give him what he wants – concern, or attention, as always.

Sirius kicks off his boots as usual, not even wincing. There is no blood visible anywhere but the stiffness he holds himself with gives Sirius away. There is a slight limb when he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Did you wash your hands?” Peter calls to him once he has exited the bathroom again and joined Peter on the couch. “No, I want to spread my germs everywhere,” Sirius says and reaches for Peter with his hands, making spooky sounds. He pronounces “germs” weirdly, like it’s French. Peter has got to give it to him, there is not even a hitch in his breath as he talks. But he slightly favors his right side as he sits.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asks, annoyed. How he hates this whole song and dance.

“I’m fine,” Sirius says, predictably.

No. No, Peter refuses to engage with his antics. “Oh, well, that’s nice to hear,” he says and turns his attention back to the book.

They sit like that for a few minutes. Sirius is reading the Daily Prophet, occasionally muttering to himself. There is something dark red spreading under his white shirt. He wears those thin white things on purpose, surely.

“Don’t get blood on my furniture,” Peter says.

“Oh fuck,” Sirius says, looking down at himself. He makes a decent show of being surprised.

“I didn’t– I thought–,” he says and stands up fast. There is something strange in his eyes, a trapped fox. He goes to the kitchen, where their first aid kit is, and starts rummaging. Suddenly he stops. From where he is sitting, Peter can’t see what he is doing. He can, however, hear the sound of muffled sobbing. With shaking fingers, he turns the page. He tries to focus on the letters, but his brain refuses to translate them into meaning. The sobbing does not stop, a horrible, high pitched and broken thing.

Carefully, Peter puts the book down and stands up. He makes his way to the kitchen. Through the doorway, he can see the black and white and red shape of Sirius crumbled on the floor, one hand clinging to the counter. The bandage on his chest is soaked nasty. His eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks so very alone, down there on the floor.

I wish someone would care, Peter can almost hear him say.

Well, too bad, Sirius, Peter thinks, and leaves.

[boowritess]

part 1 hehe

notsobaddasssoldier!reader that is so incredibly under prepared for everything. and the 141 really do forget that you're actually still very green - very new to this life.

especially with things like interrogation.

for once, price is putting you on the sideline BUT you have to interogate the person they have captive for valuable information.

they'll give you whatever things you need in order to pry out any sort of information from the captive. they don't even second guess you asking for a guitar. they get one then they continue on with the mission while you interrogate the person.

their expectation may have been very high. they were betting on all the little fun bloody pain you could potentially do to the captive. seriously,

"knife, they're a knife person" *ghost*

"definitely not. fire. they're definitely using a blowtorch on em as we speak." *soap*

"sod of the both of ya - waterboarding. for sure." *gaz*

"choking." *price shrugs*

obviously, they were excited to come back and see who was right...

it really humbled them to see they were all wrong.

"please make them stop. i'll tell you whatever you want"

*captive yelling that can be barely heard over reader.*

"AHHHHHHHHHH *strum strum* AHHHHHH AHHHHHHH *strum strum* AHHHHHH-"

*reader who is loudly strumming the guitar out of tune, screaming in the captives' face over and over again.*

the guys don't know if they should be impressed or concerned. they were gone for nearly 5 hours.

5 hours you had been screaming in the captives' face 'playing' the guitar.

later on you get a lesson from ghost about what interrogations are supposed to be like - it ends with you vomiting and price patting your back and gaz holding a bucket to your mouth.

"what did you think was gonna happen when ghost showed ye what to do?" *soap*

"i don't know... go boo?" *scarred reader*

yeah... you're not allowed to do interrogations anymore or be involved in interrogations- you are also most definitely not allowed to talk to captives or guard them because -

"why're you doing this?" *captive*

"honest to god, i ain't got much goin' for me and i had hella stu-"

*reader's mouth suddenly gets covered, gaz looking at you like an idiot*

"hm? what is your little task force plan, huh? go on and blow the place?" *captive*

"well actually no. they plan too-" *your mouth gets covered just in time and you're getting dragged out the room by a very frustrated price*

you very much get ANOTHER lesson about what NOT TO DO when in the same room as a captive - it's pointless though because you're still not ever allowed in the same room alone with a captive.

HAHAHA

i can't stop thinking of reader who is watching a captive be interrogated for information by getting choked and reader just piping up like

"i don't think they can breathe..."

*ghost, long exhale, continues choking captive*

"that's the point, kid" *price*

"oh..."

*they continue choking the captive, waiting for them to crack-*

"if they can't breathe how are they going to talk-?"

"out." *ghost snaps pointing at the door.*

maybe they do give you a second shot at attempting to interrogate the captive. the 'correct' way this time, though. giving you ALL the necessary tools...

and you are ready, you're pumped. you can do it. you're not going to vomit - you're going to do it right.

you grab the pliers and walk towards the captive who is obviously panicked, very much expecting you to do your worse. which you are.

you grab their mouth and force their mouth open, ready to pull their teeth out - sucking a deep breath in as the captive starts to cry and beg.

but then you start to cry and beg.

"please just tell me the information i don't wanna do this"

"you don't have too!" *captive, crying and begging too*

"i do! i'm sorry..."

"no." *captive*

"yes."

"no" *captive starts screaming, making you start screaming as you pull on their tooth both of you staring at eachother and screaming your heads off.*

"I'M SORRY!"

"STOP!" *captive*

"I CAN'T!" *pulls tooth with pliers* "EW EW EW EW-"

you don't even do it right. you're pulling at their tooth with pliers and you're not strong enough so you're awkwardly just tugging the captives head. but the both of you are too busy screaming and begging to notice...

but you actually manage to successfully get the information - you're still not allowed to do interrogations... only being the very last option.

it does mean that you have to go on missions... even if you're useless omg idea?

*gasp* someone claims reader is a traitor - oop?

more parts, perhaps?

a/n: wrote this while trying to work through an anxiety/panic attack !! xx honestly tho these would be my genuine reaction. btw drink water and try sleep cause i can't xx

[camellia-thea]

hmm. feelings.

[leclercloml]

Enchanted to meet you | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

Summary: everyone's favourite swiftie is finally off the market, but who's that lucky guy?

Genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated french, grammar mistakes, incorrect time line to match the story line

Author's note: i reached the picture limitation so I'll do a part 2 of this as soon as I can and I'm still not very good at this, and I'm completely out of ideas, so please bare it 🫶🏻

fc: Gracie Abrams

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⤷carlossainz55 he really did he won't stop humming "where do we go now"

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PS: this is sooooo rushed I'm so sorry, I'll do a part 2 as soon as I can! Please give feedbacks 🫶🏻

Part 2!!

[erinwantstowrite]

OH OH QUESTION:

Are you team Jason is riddled with scars or team Jason was healed of past injury by the laz pit

Ps. I AM OBSESSED WITH HOME I just finished chapter 33 (I’m always amazed at how much you can fit into each chapter like Lotor, the black lion, then Shiro figuring stuff out and it all just flows so well and is still so incredibly entertaining, I want to scream) I think Shiro seeing an outside perspective of his waking up scene might have actually ended me for real. AND BEFORE THAT the lance in the black lion scene had me freaking out along side him. Idk how you keep doing in Erin, it should be illegal to be this good at writing.

I'm team both because there's on one hand, Jason coming back and not looking anything like who he was because he's a giant, and he's covered in these scars,,, and like, him constantly having to see the proof that it happened to him? It being a fuel for the hurt?

(I have a fic concept where Bruce pieces together that it's Jason because of the scars, because he went over Jason's autopsy and he held Jay's body, and he memorized the hurt in his grief and guilt. And he sees the pieces together and everything stops when he realizes that's that's his baby? His boy? Littered in scars?)

But on the other hand,,, Jason losing the scars on his knees from falling as a kid. The little mark on his eyebrow where he was being silly playing with Catherine and he bumped his head and Catherine kissed the boo boo away? Jason not having the small marks of the kid he was? Jason not having the proof that It happened to him, when his mind got all twisted up and he didn't exactly know what was and wasn't real in the first place? Sometimes he thinks "what if that never happened and they lied to me or made me think it did, and Dad still loves me?" but then something happens that disproves that and it crushes Jay all over again?

And then a third option: where Jay came out of the pit with a fresh body and nothing of his past, feeling lost and confused and angry because his mind is all messed up. And in turn, being reckless and not caring what happens to him, and so he gets all new scars, all the time, even ones that were avoidable...

(I have such strong opinions about Jason)

Also AHHHHHH Home!!! The Lion Swap made me SOOOO MAD in canon and I could NOT do it in Home,,, had to put an emphasis on why it doesn't work,,, and Shiro seeing the outside POV god I wish canon did more with the Lions and their lore, I CRAVED it as a kid

[petew21-blog]

Could you turn me into Steve Harrington from Stranger Things? I would love to get fucked by Billy and I'm sure if i was in Steve's body, the lockeroom shower scene would have been way more... sweaty.

It's time to enjoy your new haircut

You appeared in the showers. Your eyes full of soap. You tried to clean it with the shower water

You could feel someone staring at you. But couldn't yet see who it was. You pushed out all the soap burning your eyes

You froze. It was Billy from Stranger Things. You looked at him noticing the strange look he was giving you. And how did you even get there?

You:"What?"

Billy:"Are you feeling horny?"

You were taken back by the question. Was this really happening? Are you now in Stranger Things world or are you somewhere near Dacre Montgomery in the real world

You:"What?"

Billy with a smile:"I asked if you're feeling horny right now"

You:"No, I don't while in the boys showers"

Billy now slightly irritated:"So like, what time do you get horny? Steve?"

You didn't look at him. You looked down. Of course. You're not in your body. You recognised it from the Netflix series. You touched your hair. Yep, this is the only and THE one haircut.

You looked back at Billy still waiting for the answer. Since you're in a different world, why the fuck not

You answered while still touching your new hair, not believing its real:"At the time when with someone really hot . That's the best time"

Billy looked at you seductively

Billy:"Then what are you waiting fro?"

You turned around to face him and pushed him to the wall. Warm water running down your back between your cheeks. Your tongue making his way into his mouth. Pushing it away. But his tongue was fighting yours for the space. His upper lip scratching your own. His hand was already pulling your hair. Your hands were now on his ass. Squeezing it tightly.

You:"I'm gonna fuck you Billy"

Billy;"The one who's stronger gets to pick"

You started fighting. The one who would be pushed face towards the wall his ass opened to the other one would have to bottom. You fought on the ground while the warm water was running above. You were still making out in the process, but still eager to win to fuck the other one.

Billy smiled at you and turned around by himself:"Whoops. Guess I was too weak today to fight you"

You smiled as your fingers went up Billy's ass. Your right arm was holding Billy by his neck. Choking him. He started moaning as your fingers widened the hole. Massaging the prostate in the process.

You washed your hand in the shower stream and now used some soap instead of lube. What happens to Billy afterwards wasn't your concern right now.

You slid in your big head of your cock. Billy screamed out loud:"Fuck yeah Harrington. That's the stuff I like. Go on. I'm not weak"

You pushed in some more. Sliding out and back, but not yet fully inside. You pulled him by the neck close to you. Both of you now on your knees. Your dick in his ass

Billy:"Make it full Harrington. Fill me up!!!"

You gave him the option to grab the shower. And then you kept on pushing. Harder and harder as you dicknwas now fully in. Feeling his insides

You:"Moan for me Billy!"

"Ahhhhhh. Fuck yeah. I'm getting fucked by Steve the hair!"

He was holding on the shower as if he was about to collapse. If the water wasn't pouring on you right now you would be full of sripping sweat.

You jekred off his nice dick with your left hand. His balls bouncing there and back.

Your cum shot out of your dick. Filming him. And in a few seconds he came too all over the bathroom wall on the other side

You:"Wow. You're a longshot"

Billy:"You have no idea. Ok, you're next"

[tairona-is-taken]

I'm currently avoiding the Rings of Power tag because I've only made it through Ep. 1 so far, but just had to pop online to squee about the following:

1. Whew, did Sauron level up in attractiveness when he reconstituted his form and went from dorky-looking Jack Lowden!Sauron at Forodwaith to Charlie Vickers!Sauron. No shade to Jack Lowden, he is cute, but compared to Charlie ... damn. Whatever doesn't kill this Maia apparently makes him hotter. *fans self*

2. The repentance storyline was real! Sauron really was haunted by his evil deeds! But most importantly ... he still cruelly left Diarmid to die! He didn't actually start to *act* on his regret for doing evil and his desire to do good UNTIL HE MET GALADRIEL AND SAVED HER FROM DROWNING. AHHHHHH *SCREAMING*

[hazeystar]

binged all of season 3 in less than 24 hours and can i just say i'm in LOVE

like bros. nancy calling carlos bc she's the number one believer in the show, and he still comes!! bc carlos loves tk!! and tk in his coma still loves carlos and aghhhh

then when he wakes up... bro the way i was screaming when tk said 'breathe' and carlos just took the largest inhale. obsessed

the parallel!!! of carlos telling tk that of course he can wake him up at 3am if he needs to talk to someone while he's going through recovery. and then tk waking carlos up at 3am to propose!!! my english student heart loves the parallel and i'm so obsessed

honourable mentions:

the lead up to the baseball game. ladder 126 ain't playing around with their stereotypes except for the fact that they literally are their stereotypes

tommy!! my queen she's just trying to cope with charles' death and then julius shows up and she's like 'nope, not today satan.'

then her absolutely wanting julius in her life it's amazing

grace!! grace I love you my queen my icon. every scene she has? amazing? sassing billy tyson, dealing with the whole dave problem

bruh I love wyatt too. he's amazing. judd as a father, also amazing

nancy and mateo!!! they're so cute as a couple just like ahhhhhh

paul and marjan as my platonic soulmates! literally it kills those two to be apart they are such great friends

'in this house, we catan.' god i love that line, it's been stuck in my head since that episode

[dianneking]

On The Seashore (Brienne x Reader)

Hi all! For my weekly fic challenge, @scream-queenlover suggested this prompt (#2584) @promptsforthestrugglingauthor :

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?" "I'm sorry…did you just fucking propose?”

You and Brienne have been adventuring together for years, and while you enjoy the friendship and camaraderie that the two of you share, you can't help but wish for more, maybe…but is it in the cards?

Tags: Brienne x Reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Brienne is an adventurer, Aroace spectrum, Brienne is on the aroace spectrum,  Friendly Banter, Dialogue-Heavy, Queerplatonic Vibes, Second Person POV, Reader is a woman.

I am not sure how it turned into a queerplatonic fic with a Brienne on the aro/ace spectrum but hey, happy belated aro/ace week. Link to AO3 in the title below:

On The Seashore

“I swear, if I have to shake sand from my boots one more time, I'll snap.” You grumbled, pulling once again your weathered traveling boots on your feet. 

“Might I remind you that getting this close to the coastline was your idea, milady?” 

“Brienne, it's been three years we're on the road together, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name?” 

You could see her lips slightly tilting upwards and you knew her dry wit was about to come out to play once more.

“One more time, milady.”

You snorted. “One more time, my ass. I haven't been a lady since we took to the road. Just a common adventurer, that's all.”

“There's absolutely nothing common about you, milady, and if anyone dares to even imply anything of the sort, I'd be ready to duel them.” 

“Yeah we've learned that in Sandstone with that one guy who was a little bit too friendly…”

“He grabbed your arm!” 

“I know but we were trying to keep a low profile and you beating him up didn't really…”

“He insulted your honor! And mine too!”

You sighed. “Yes I know. Let's try not to beat anyone up in this village though. I'd like to lay low for a while.” 

“Well we still have half a day of walking in front of us before we get there, that is, if Your Grace doesn't keep stopping every ten minutes to shake sand off your precious feet.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting the whole beach in my boots.” 

The two of you kept going towards the village, bickering as you had become accustomed to over the time spent together. 

“This must be heaven!” You kicked your feet up, forgetting your previous adversity for the sand, your boots next to your wicker seat in the cool shade of the palm trees. 

“You have pretty low standards for the afterlife, milady, if all you require is a seat in the shade.” 

“Brienne! Was your mission successful?” 

You looked up at her silhouette, the sun behind her transforming her short hair in a golden halo. She looked even more like a goddess than usual.

“I have drinks and I have work opportunities so yes, I'd say my mission was indeed successful. And no duels yet, so you can rest easily.”

She handed you a tankard, keeping the second one in her hand. 

You lost no time chugging down the first half in a long sip.

“Ahhhhhh now that's something that was sorely missing in my heaven. A drink! I could kiss you right now, Brienne!”

She did not reply, taking a sip of her own tankard, but as she sat down in the wicker chair next to your own, you noticed her ears were slightly pinker. How had she managed to get sunburned in such a short time? Oh well, she was very fair-skinned so it probably took very little. That might be why she always had her hood or her helmet on most days. But the Dornian heat and the quiet reputation of this village had convinced even the uptight Brienne of Tarth to lighten her kit. 

“So you were talking about work?” 

She swallowed her drink and replied, her voice uncharacteristically flustered:

“Yes. Hmm, well, they're looking for night guards for their granary. They've had quite the bountiful harvest and they want to keep it safe until the village fair.”

“Are there actual threats to the granary?” 

“Not really. Seems to be mostly a precaution.”

“So a cushy gig. How's the pay?” 

“Not great, but they'd let us stay here at this cottage on the beach for free and add one golden coin each per week.”

“Sunshine, the seaside, free lodging and decent pay? Sign me up for life!”

“What about your beloved adventures? What about being a free spirit and roaming the world?”

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay here?"

The silence that followed alerted you that something was wrong. You turned to your companion.

“Brienne?”

She was looking at you as if you had sprouted a second head. 

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?”

Woah. Brienne of Tarth, swearing? That was almost unheard of from your very proper companion, and only in very serious situations. 

Not that you’d mind. Marrying her, that is. Quite the contrary. The past three years had easily been the happiest of your life, and you knew it had to do with her. Her constant presence by your side, her dry humor, her unwavering support and loyalty…she had become a column you hadn’t even realized how much you were leaning against until you took a step back and allowed yourself to admire her. And she was beautiful. Gods, was she beautiful. 

You set your tankard down beside your chair, and turned to her, lifting your chin, fixing your eyes in hers with equal parts trepidation and boldness. 

“What if I did?” 

“This is not a subject for jesting, milady!”

“Who said I was jesting? And for all the Gods, stop calling me milady like I am some sort of court princess.”

“But you cannot...We wouldn’t…We’re two women!” 

“Believe me, I noticed.” You smirked up at her, letting your eyes roam her tall figure, allowing her to see the appreciation in your eyes. She spluttered, her face turning a bright red that had no correlation with her previous sun exposure. (Had her reddened ears from before also been…oh. Well. Who’d have known. You might even have a chance then.)

“Milady! I…That’s not appropriate! The law doesn’t-”

“Brienne. For once, this is not about the law, religion, traditions, nor customs.” You stood up, and placed your hands on the armrests of her seat, boxing her in. Tall as she was, her head was level with yours. You had never been so close to her. You could see beads of perspiration crowning her forehead, you could drown in the blueness of her eyes, wide open in shock, both at your boldness and at your closeness.

She hadn’t pushed you away though. That had to count for something.

“Brienne?”

“Y-yes?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, hesitant and softer than you’d ever heard before. This was not Brienne the warrior speaking. She was Brienne the woman. 

The woman you’d fallen for. 

“I am going to tell you something. You just say the word, and we won’t have to talk about this again. We’ll go back to our adventuring as it was before and nothing will have changed. But I don’t want you to think this is some sort of joke. I am serious.”

She nodded, and you could see her lower lip quivering slightly, and her eyes widening even more. 

“There’s nobody else in the whole world I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else I would gladly take an arrow for, nobody else I want to guard my back as I guard theirs. If there’s anything that the past three years have taught me is that my days of lonely wandering are done, as long as I can have you by my side. Would…would you consider becoming more than just traveling companions?”

She bit her lip, and let her gaze drop to her knees, as if unable to look you in the eyes anymore.

Oh. 

The silence stretched for what felt like ages. The usually pleasant sounds of waves crashing against the seashore and seagulls crying out to each other felt like a dissonant song to your ears, when all you wanted to hear was her voice.

But you guessed her silence was telling you all there was to know. 

“Very well.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you straightened up, hands detaching from the wicker armrests, setting your companion free once again. “I’ll just… go check the water’s temperature. Be back in a bit.” 

You almost scoffed at yourself. Sure. Check the water temperature. Like you gave a damn about the ocean right now. It could all dry up for all you cared. 

You resisted the urge to kick at the sand in anger and frustration though. Mainly because you knew Brienne could be watching you, and you wanted to keep what little decorum you could. How could you be so stupid? To think that she might return your feelings, that you might have a chance with her. Ha. Clearly the blazing sun of Dorne had burnt off your common sense. 

You let the cool seawater lap at your bare feet, forcing yourself to look at the horizon and take a deep breath of salty breeze. 

It was okay. You’d gone through heartbreak before. You’d move on. 

Another deep intake of breath.

You would not allow those tears that you felt prickling at your eyelids to fall. You were a grown woman. An adventurer. Not a silly girl with a crush. 

A third breath. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of seagulls, trying to shove all the feelings back in the little blackened and beaten container you called heart. 

“Nobody has ever told me that.”

“HOLY SH- Brienne, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You twirled towards her, a hand on your chest as you tried to get your breathing back in control. How a woman of her size had managed to sneak behind you without you noticing was a testament both to her athleticism and to how out of it you were.

She pinned you with her gaze, hard and unflinching. The soft, blushing Brienne was gone. This was Brienne the warrior, once again. You realized you had fallen for her, too. 

“Nobody has ever…wanted me.” She said that as if it was part question, part accusation. You didn’t know what to make of it. You shrugged.

“Well, apparently they’re all dumb as rocks and with no functioning eyes.”

She snorted. An inelegant sound that you found as endearing as the rest of her. 

“Seriously, Brienne. You probably have a lot of people that admire you from afar. I’m just the one with the least amount of self-preservation instincts of them all.”

“You seem to have been doing pretty well so far.”

“Well, if you don’t smite me for daring to punch above my weight, I should live to see another day!” You smiled up at her, cheekily, trying to lighten up the mood. You weren’t going to give up on the friendship and camaraderie you two had built together just because your advances had been turned down. A fool, you might be, but not an utter imbecile. 

You could see her lips pull up at the corners in a tiny but unmistakable smile at your antics.

“There it is! The smile of mercy! I shall live somewhat longer! Yay!”

She shook her head and gave you a small shove, almost throwing you completely off-balance. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ll take impossible as a title over milady anytime, so yep, that’s who I am! Also, please don’t throw me into the ocean, I can’t swim.”

“You can’t?”

“Nope! I’m a land rat, not a sea rat. Can you?”

“Of course! Everyone on Tarth learns how to.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me at some point, but throwing me in is not how I’d like to go about it, thank you very much.”

Her hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it strongly, and you looked up to see that the smile had gone, and her expression was now closed off, and serious. 

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She ground out, as if it was physically difficult for her to even say it. 

“To teaching me how to swim?”

“No, to a… relationship. I…I like to spend time with you.” She looked like she was telling the truth but also like she was extremely uncomfortable doing so. You felt your heart break again, this time for her.

“As do I, but we can still have that. This is not an ultimatum, Brienne, I would never put you in that position.” Just the thought she would be willing to start a relationship she clearly wasn’t keen on not to lose your company was…both horrifying and heartwarming, to be honest. 

“It’s not that. I…I am not good with…romance. It doesn’t come as easy to me as it seems to be for other people. I don’t know how to go about it.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, on your shoulder, trying to find the right words.

“Hey. There is no right or wrong way. And there is no hurry. We can give it a try and see where it goes. If not, we’ll just be good friends that adventure together, alright?”

She seemed to ponder this, her eyes on your hand covering her own. You gave her the time to do so. 

“I would like that.”

You smiled tenderly up at her. This was so hard for her, always used to be the paradigm of perfection, of valor, of morals. The fact that she was able to challenge herself enough to go out on a limb with a relationship for you, of all people, made your heart skip a beat in your chest. 

“We will take things as slowly as you’d like, and you feel free to tell me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

You could see the tension leave her eyes, and her face opened up in a hopeful smile. 

“You’d do that…for me?”

“But of course! We have all the time in the world, milady!” You smirked, throwing the title back at her and seeing her resigned grimace at the nickname.

“No more miladys, alright?” 

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years! Now. That drink is getting warm and that’s not something we can allow. Shall we?”

You gallantly offered her your hand to hold in a very bad imitation of a nobleman asking a woman at court to dance.  She shook her head, but accepted your hand, and you both turned your back to the sun, looking at your conjoined shadows on the sand in front of you with a look of incredulous joy on both of your faces. 

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LUFFY X READER - PART THREE

forethoughts: ahhhhhh this is probably gonna be the last part i'm gonna post for this series FOR NOW, i have so much stuff to write (cough hanahaki) so after this one luffy's gonna be put on hiatus for a while :).

notes: angsty? it's definitely sad. a lot of robin in here because she's been in my mind.

You didn’t know what to do. Where to go. You decided to duck into your room, hiding yourself in the bathroom as you sunk, curling up into a ball against the wall. Tears started to flow down your face, your heart absolutely shattered and mind racing for conclusions. What did you do wrong? Why was Luffy acting like this? What’s happening? 

Your heart fell to your stomach as one thought crept into your mind. 

No… but how could he? You only called whenever he was asleep. Of course, there was that one emergency call Admiral Akainu made, but it was only that and that time only. Could Luffy have eavesdropped onto your conversation?

He was acting all jumpy and weird once you came out. Your mind reminded you, as your head dropped onto your knees. He knew. He had to know. That’s why he kicked you out. He knew you were a marine.

Damn it… damn it! You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw a tantrum and cry. But that’s not what marines do. That’s not what you needed to do. 

“You want me… to go onto the Straw Hat’s ship and pretend to be a pirate?” You looked at Admiral Akainu.

“Yes. Is that a problem, cadet?”

“Well, what if they find out-”

“They won’t. We’ll take care of that on our side. All you need to do is get into their crew, learn about them. Go undercover.”

“What for?”

“Are you questioning me, cadet?” Akainu glared at you.

You looked down at your boots. “No, Admiral.”

“Hmn. Call every week to report your findings. Eventually… we’ll have enough information to destroy the Straw Hats and triangulate their location. Grow close with them. Make them trust you, cadet.”

“How will you know my location while I’m on their ship?”

“Kizaru will handle that. Now, cadet, this is a very important task and mission you’re going to be sent on. Failure to complete your mission will result in death.”

“Death?!”

“The Straw Hats must never know you are a marine. They must never know we are trying to do this. If they ever find out, we’ll find out. And your punishment for failing will be death. You can walk away and turn around. Or you can prove yourself and make yourself the hero that saved the world from the Straw Hat Pirates. Which will you choose, cadet?”

You balled your fists, looking up at the Admiral. “When do I leave, Admiral?”

A sly smile grew on Akainu’s face. “Tomorrow morning. You better not mess this up, cadet.”

“I won’t.”

You should’ve walked away. That was a very clear option and the smartest one. You could’ve just continued your life as a cadet working for the marines, but no, of course you wanted to prove yourself and do something as ridiculous as join the Straw Hat Pirates.

But if you never had accepted Akainu’s offer, you wouldn’t have met Monkey D. Luffy. You never would’ve felt the love Luffy gave you and you gave him. Even if it was all a ruse, there was still a connection you had with the boy. He was charming. Even though you were told to believe he was a ruthless pirate, taking down the likes of Arlong and Crocodile, a warlord of the sea, you started to see him in a different light.

And you saw the rest of the Straw Hat Pirates in a different light too. Roronoa Zoro was a ruthless swordsman, but he was always sleeping and getting lost. Nico Robin didn’t live up to her ‘devil child’ moniker the World Government gave her. She was a peaceful soul that always accommodated to your needs and wants, and was always there to listen to your rant, even if you were just doing it to learn more about her. Hell, even the perverted cook was nicer to you than the entire marine corps. Unbeknownst to your naive self at that time, you had actually done what Akainu intended you to do: Get close with them. 

And now you were too close. 

Your feeling of resentment to the Straw Hats had turned into love and care.

You had become a Straw Hat Pirate, you had become their Nakama.

And you couldn’t turn back now, now that they knew your secret. 

They’re going to hate you. They’re never going to see you in the same way. They’re never going to like you again. You’re going to be alone again. 

Tears flowed freely down your face, as you sobbed uncontrollably, not knowing what to do or how to handle your dilemma. You had failed your mission. Luffy knew that you were a marine. You were going to die, that was Akainu’s exact words. But you had a band of pirates that cared for you and would fight for you. Perhaps… no. You were asking too much for them. You were a traitor. A mole. They wouldn’t help you, even if you explained your situation to them. You had joined their crew with the intention to betray them. There’s nothing pure about your intentions that would make them want to help you. 

So that left your fate.

You were going to die.

You sat there on the floor, staring at the sink as you leaned against the wooden wall, tears streaming down your face. You stared at your arm, glaring at one specific spot.

“What’s that, Admiral Kizaru?” You asked the Admiral who held up a mysterious looking device.

“That’s a tracker, cadet.” He answered simply. You sat on an operating table, your right arm extended outwards as the Admiral moved around.

“Is that going in me?”

“Yes. We’ll be able to track your location with this.”

“And that’s all it’s going to do?”

“Hm… that’s information you don’t need to know. Now, try not to scream, will you?”

That damn device was going to kill you the moment the marines found out you had failed. They might activate it now. Maybe seconds later. Minutes. Hours. They were going to find out you had failed. And you were going to die.

Suddenly, you heard a gentle knock on the door, causing you to jump and scream. 

“It’s alright, Y/N, it’s just me. May I come in?” You heard Robin’s voice appear from behind the door. Shit.

You wiped your tears away with your eyes, clearing your throat. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, clear evidence of your breakdown written all over your face. There was no hiding the fact you were crying; you couldn’t even think of a way to hide it.

Reluctantly, you opened the door, letting the archaeologist walk into the bathroom. Robin looked at you with a somber and sympathetic look, pulling you in for a hug. “Oh, dear, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into Luffy… you don’t deserve to be blasted like that. How are you feeling?”

You wanted to push Robin away, scream at her until she left. You didn’t deserve her kindness, nor the care and love she was giving you. You were a filthy traitor, and you deserved to die. 

“Robin…” You croaked, as tears started to flow down your face. They were immediately wiped away by Robin’s slender fingers, as you refused to look her in the eyes. 

“What is it, Y/N?”

“I…” You were going to die anyway. That damn device in your arm was going to kill you any minute. Robin deserved to know… all of them deserved to know… at least you could die that way as your true self: a filthy traitor.

“I have to tell you something.”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 6/6

Epilogue will be out tomorrow 💜

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born.  (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

"Ahhhhh!"

The pain was sharper now and came more often. You were still on the elevator floor, legs spread wide since the baby in your belly wanted nothing but to burst out of you asap.

"Please, somebody help."

You were seated in the dark. Not sure for how long you've stayed put. Things were quite above your head, even the ventilation had stopped functioning during the power outage. Lina had gone to get help and she and the doorman made a desperate attempt to force open the elevator doors as it was wedged between two floors. However, they had failed miserably, resulting in the silence above your head as they left to get help.

"Ahhhhhh!"

You screamed as another contraction hit. The need for air caused you to hyperventilate, making you light headed. I'm gonna pass out, you thought. You were gonna pass out and leave your baby for dead, your baby that didn't even have a name yet.

"No." You pleaded. She was gonna have a name. Your baby was gonna live. "Aaahhhhhh!" You stopped fighting the pain and pushed through the contractions. Your baby was gonna live and she was going to have a name.

"Ahhhhh!"

You were numb below your hips, the pain well concentrated into one area.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

You banged the back of your head against the elevator walls, initiating something, anything to ease the excruciating pain that you were already experiencing.

"Y/N?"

There was movment above. But the people, it was hard to hear them.

"Y/N, this is Ruben, please tell me you can hear me?"

"Ruben?" A jolt in your chest. "Ruben!"

"Yes, baby! Please, tell me you're okay?"

"Ruben?" What was he doing here, what was he doing home already?

"Ruben, I'm in so much ahhhhhhhh!" Another contraction hit like a bullet to your back. The worst one you had experienced so far.

"Baby? Baby can you here me. The paramedics and firemen are on their way? Please Y/N, tell me you can hear me?"

"Ruben." You could hear him but on the verge of dying all you wanted was for your baby to live, she had to live. You gave away one last push, followed by a heart wrenching scream that rattled the whole elevator. Then there was silence, followed by her beautiful cries.

"Y/N, no!"

The world was falling apart and so was the elevator. There was a loud banging sound,  edging closer and closer to your ear. Your eyes were closed but there was a strip of light.

"Hold on baby, I'm coming!"

"Ruben?"

Something landed with a thud near you feet. You raised your brows, peering your eyes open to see Ruben with a sweaty temple and bloody knuckles. His hands looked to tremble as he picked up the tiny body laying between your legs. She cried in her dad's arms. She cried and you smiled. She was gonna have a name. Your baby was gonna live.

"Y/N, no, no, no."

A set of warm hands stroked your cheek.

"Stay with me baby, please just hold on."

It would be the last memory that you held from that day, Ruben's touch and his trembling words. "Please, Y/N. I love you."

The End

[muichirosamaaa]

Crush

Modern AU Shinobu Kocho x fem reader with elements from Komi Can't Communicate.

Where reader has had a long-term crush on Shinobu but has never been brave enough to talk to her.

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You looked away quickly as Shinobu's eyes met yours, pretending to focus on your textbook and the teacher's droning. Her gaze burned holes into you, but you refused to look up. It would be the same as admitting that you had been staring at her for the past hour.

You sort of maybe had a gigantic crush on Shinobu Kocho, the class president and the girl sitting a few rows in front of you.

---

"Staring at Kocho-san again?" Mitsuri giggled.

"N-no! Of course not! I'm over her!" you babbled, tearing your gaze away from the purple-haired girl. Mitsuri looked unconvinced, as Nezuko gave you a questioning look.

"I'm serious!" you insisted.

"Well then I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you that she's staring at you too."

You whipped your head around to notice Shinobu turning away. Nezuko let out an impatient snort as you turned red to the tips of your ears. She nudged you and pointed in Shinobu's direction.

"No. I'm not going," you stated firmly.

"Mmph!" Nezuko huffed, still pointing.

"Y/N, you've never even talked to her! If you did, you'd realize that she likes you back!" Mitsuri sighed.

"I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Don't come crying if she's taken, then."

---

You were determined to keep your crush a secret to the grave. Shinobu would never agree to go out with you anyway.

For now, you were content with quick glances at your crush.

---

"Ugh...we're finally done..." your exhausted classmates groaned, lying on the floor in irregular positions. It was the night before the culture festival.

"Good work," Shinobu said, handing out drinks to everyone. Your fingers grazed hers briefly as she handed you your drink. You flushed at the contact, muttering a quiet 'thank you'.

Her lips curved upwards into a warm smile as she patted your head and winked.

Shinobu left, leaving you stunned and blushing. Was that some kind of hallucination?! Did she just wink and pat your head?!?!

---

The classroom was bustling with activity as the culture festival commenced.

"Y/N san, I'm looking for Tengen. Can you join me?" Shinobu asked.

"Huh? Uh..."

"She'd be happy to help!" Mitsuri interjected, shoving you towards the girl and forgetting to control her strength. You swerved just in time to avoid faceplanting into Shinobu's chest.

"Great! Let's go!" Shinobu chirped, grabbing your arm.

You averted your eyes as she half-dragged you past classrooms.

"We haven't talked much, have we?" Shinobu suddenly asked.

"Yep," you answered, looking around to avoid staring at her.

"Thank you for your hard work preparing for the festival."

"It's no problem. Everyone worked together," you replied slightly sheepishly.

"Oh! A haunted house! Let's check it out!" Shinobu squealed, pulling you in the direction of a dark classroom.

"Huh? Aren't we supposed to be looking for-AHHHHHH!" you screamed, clinging onto Shinobu's arm as a gelatin brick hit the side of your head. You immediately let go, apologizing profusely.

"Sorry, I'm just a little jumpy."

"BOO!" a pale ghost sprang out from behind a rock and howled.

"AHHHHHHH!" you shrieked again. Shinobu giggled.

" 'A little jumpy', Y/N san?" she teased, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Still recovering from the shock, you pressed a hand to your chest, breathing heavily.

"Just a little!"

"Ara~ So cute."

Your heart sped up again, and not because of fear.

---

"Shinobu stopped abruptly in front of a stall selling cute animal headbands.

"Buying something?"

"You'll see."

She picked up a headband with rabbit ears and put in on you. Staring at you, Shinobu seemed to like the look and handed a bit of money to the clerk.

"Here," you took off the headband and handed it to Shinobu.

"It's for you. You look even more adorable with it," she remarked, grinning. A gift from your crush...you felt as if you would die from the sheer happiness you were feeling.

"Thank you...are you sure you don't want me to pay you back?"

"Take it as a thank-you gift for helping me look for Tengen." Shinobu pushed a lock of hair out of your face.

---

"Oooh! They're doing confessions on the roof!" Shinobu immediately dragged you up.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE!" she yelled into the crowd.

Your heart sank.

Thoughts like 'I didn't make a move anyway' and 'I'll get over her' ran through your head as you bit your lip. Part of you wanted to cry, and part of you was curious about who Shinobu's crush could possibly be.

"I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHO IT IS!" she shouted, much to the disappointment and laughs of the crowd.

---

"Y/n san...Y/N san!" Shinobu called as she waved a hand in front of your face.

"...oh! Sorry, I was...um, thinking about something."

"What's making you so dazed?"

"Oh, it's nothing, really...so, um, you said you had a crush?"

A light pink blush dusted Shinobu's cheeks.

"I'm just curious! It's okay if you don't want to answer..."

Shinobu sighed. You were caught slightly off-guard by her unexpected reaction.

"Y/N san, why are you so clueless?"

You just stared at her, bewildered. Was it someone obvious? Someone Shinobu hung around with a lot?

"Um...is it Tomioka-san?"

Shinobu rolled her eyes, making you even more confused.

---

Back in the classroom, you filled your friends in on your conversation with Shinobu.

"She's right, Y/N. You're so oblivious."

"What, how? Who could her crush possibly be?" you questioned, perplexed.

Nezuko snorted and glared at you.

"Well, if you guys know, spill it!"

"It's you, Y/N!"

You stared blankly as their words sank in.

"..."

"ME?!"

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:19 pm]

(cw: foul language, sexual themes not happening in real time but detailed recountings)

(a/n: this is the steamiest I'm ever going omg pls let me know if this was bad bc I had no idea what i was writing, I'll stick to fluff and angst plz and thx)

“Holy shit,” Jeno panted into your ear, “that was like the best sex we’ve ever had.”

You rubbed your hand up and down his sweaty bare back in soothing circles, “it was alright, yeah.”

His head popped up from the crook of your neck, eyes wide and eyebrows quirked in confusion, “Just alright?”

“I’m partial to the first time you tried and successfully wooed me. The rose petals, candles lit, it was super romantic and I loved it,” you replied, rubbing away the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb gently.

“You mean the time I burnt down one of my curtains and scarred my shin after a thorn got stuck there? That time?” Jeno questioned.

“It was really cute,” you pouted, “it showed me how serious you were about us.”

Jeno’s head fell to your shoulder, “Not the time after I proposed? Or the time we were in Thailand for our anniversary? Baby, you just came 4 times in an hour and a half, that’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. How is that not the best?”

“I’ve already told you Jeno. Now go get me a towel, I’m sticky and sore over here,” you shoved his shoulder.

He huffed and mumbled under his breath on his way to the bathroom. He returned with a damp rag as he settled onto the bed again, while he wiped away at the cum spilling out onto your thighs.

His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought again, “I’m pretty sure you cried this time and you haven’t done that before.”

“I’m literally laying here while you wipe your cum off me Jeno, can we please move on?”

He pouted further as he balled up the damp rag and threw it in the direction of the hamper, “made you make that new sound when I spanked you too.”

“Jeno!” You gasped, embarrassed that he was still going on about this.

He noticed your shocked face and smirked, “Hah ah- ahhhh Jeno! Right- right there baby! Hah!”

Your jaw dropped hearing his high pitched moans, he continued, “ha-harder Jeno! Je-Jeno, so so close. Keep going!”

You smacked his shoulder, “I do not sound like that!”

He laughed, pushing your hands away as he went on, now with added writhing and pulling on the sheets, “Baby, baby, baby, ahhhhhh!”

His over the top moans filled the room, he began panting until his mocking moan got louder and higher pitched. He imitated your sniffles and what up you assumed was your orgasm face before his performance was finally done, “See, my love? So good I have your whole performance burned into my memory.”

“Yeah well you grunted really fucking weird in ear when you came that last time I thought you were choking on your own tongue or you had rubbed your dick raw from having no control,” you snapped.

“I wouldn’t have thought that when your legs were shaking for a whole minute after we were done.”

“Maybe that was because someone insisted on having my leg over their shoulder for a whole hour we fucked like we were in one of those gymnast pornos you used to watch.”

Jeno slapped a hand over your mouth, “I told you that in confidence.”

“And I trust that you won’t mock my moans when I let you jizz inside me, much less let you fuck me!” You counter.

Jeno replies quickly, “Wasn’t mocking you baby, I was reminding you of how good it was. Not just decent, amazing, life changing, out of this world, I could go on. And stop calling it fucking.”

“What would you like me to call it then Jeno? Having intercourse? A sexual encounter?”

He shakes his head, “making love?”

You let out a shocked laugh, “making love? Jeno we make love after fights or on anniversaries, not when you spank me and chicken out when I ask you to choke me.”

“Can’t hear your pretty noises if you can’t breathe, baby,” Jeno smirks leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

You shove at his shoulder, "Why do we both have to have the same sex ranking anyway?"

Jeno shrugs in response, stating that he guesses it doesn't make sense if you do. He might like it a little more passionate and you like it a little more romantic, "But that first time we had make up sex?"

"Number 2," you both agree with a simple nod of your head.

“We should fight more so we can have more sex like that, god that was good,” he sighs dreamily.

“Just good?” You mock his earlier question.

“One of the best baby,” he smiles.