#Man I can't believe it's been so long...not that it's been that long for me but. Still.

[redwinelew]

TO A VERY GOOD LAWYER

pairing matt murdock x female afab reader (no part 2 requests pls)

summary you and matt spend the night together after he represented you in your case

warnings set during daredevil born again. 18+. smut. fingering. praises. yearning. mention of drugs & (inaccurate portrayal of) insomnia. english is not my first language. not proofread.

author's note sorry to my followers who are mostly here for f1 content but i'm trying to get back into writing fics so i think i will turn this into a multifandom blog from now on ✌🏽

gif credit | masterlist

"and the jury finds the defendant.... not guilty."

in a few short days that you've known matt murdock, you find that he is a determined man. once he has set his mind onto something, it'd be very hard to convince him to do otherwise. he proved this by telling kirsten mcduffie that he wanted to represent you in your court case after you have been falsely accused of drug trafficking. though you once did in the past, not only dealing but taking as well, you have left that world, went to rehab and is now sober. you were careful enough not to leave any trails that could be lead back to you. but this time, you were framed. foolish of you to think that those people you were involved with would let you go that easily. and you were foolish enough to think that they'd believe you when you say that you would keep everything from the authorities.

you were going to accept the fact that you might never step foot outside of those tight four walls you were going to call home soon, to never feel the heat of the sun on your skin again, when you the door clicked. matt showed up, introducing himself and you held your breath. you only spoke four words, "i can't afford you". eyeing his blue suit and briefcase, they indicated that his service won't be cheap. but he quickly dismissed your concern, already sitting in front of you. and the next words that came out of his mouth were a promise that will get you out of this mess.

and now you are a free woman, all thanks to him.

"woo!" you cheer as the champagne bottle pops. matt smiles as you pour it into both your glasses. he was kind enough to let you go through his cabinet. to even invite you to his apartment and cook for you after the case is done.

"should we toast? i think we should toast!" you answer your own question, which makes him chuckle again. it feels like a reward to get to see this real version of you, an 180 contrast to the terrified one before this.

"to your freedom." he says, raising his glass.

"and to a very good lawyer."

your glasses clink and you both sip your drink. you take this opportunity to cast a glance at his apartment. he knows how to take good care of his home despite his disability. not a speck of dust can be seen. his kitchen was quickly sorted out after he cooked dinner for the two of you earlier. his movement were smooth though he was still careful around the stove and knives. you'd be lying if you say you were not impressed. some men even with all their five senses working, are not as efficient as he is.

"how are you feeling?" he asks, moving away from his island to the couch.

you sit beside him, one leg tucks under the other while leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. your champagne glass has been put aside on his coffee table. you tilt your head up, staring into one specific spot on his ceiling, thinking. not long after that, a smile grows on your face as you look back at matt, his unfocused eyes behind those red-tinted glasses waiting patiently for your answer.

"i feel great. relieved mostly. and i feel free. because i'm no longer looking at jailtime. and it's all still very bizarre to me that we won. all thanks to you, of course."

no longer do you have to look over your shoulder, waiting for trouble to come. justice has been served and you are free from your past. free to start a new life in the busiest city in the world.

"i just don't know what to do now. i mean i know i should try and get my apartment back. find a new job but it all seems very overwhelming. like i don't know where to start. i don't even know if i can do this. i know it won't be easy. people are not very kind to former addicts, you know? even when we're trying our best to be sober." you add, choosing to be honest about what has been worrying you since you were freed.

"well, i can't say i understand how you feel or what you're going through but take it slow. you can do this. take your time. it won't be easy but i've been doing this for a long time. i've seen my former clients get back to the top after their cases. i've seen them in a place better than they ever were. you can do it too. i know you can. i believe in you."

then matt reaches out to place his hand on top of yours on the couch, interlocking your fingers together

"make me proud, okay?"

your heart flutters in your chest. his hand decorated in blue-green veins feels big and warm, covering your small one completely as he gently squeezes it.

the way he's talking to you, with that deep timber of his voice you have begun to like a little too much, it shouldn't feel this intimate. the room suddenly feels too small, too hot and for once you're grateful that he's blind or else he would see how easily he has made you flustered. your mind starts to race with forbidden thoughts about him that you shouldn't even have dared to think about.

unbeknownst to you, matt is able to hear the change in your demeanor. your pounding heart, the sharp intake of your breath, how your body freezes at his words and only then he realizes what he's doing. quickly matt removes his hand from yours.

"oh, i'm— sorry." he mutters an apology before clearing his throat.

you shake your head, forcing a smile knowing he cannot see it. "it's fine."

matt fixes himself, manspreading on his couch. his rubs his thigh awkwardly, before taking the opportunity of this awkward silence to read you. you've changed your position, now leaning forward. you are fidgeting with your fingers in an attempt to calm your racing heart. and then he feels it, smells it. the way you're pressing your thighs together and that sweet scent of your arousal.

matt inhales shakily, nails digging into his own skin.

fuck.

"you want more champagne?" he offers, because he himself needs it right now.

you snap out of your daze. the silence lingers as you process his offer. this might be a bad idea. you never liked being drunk but god, you'd take anything to get your mind out of the gutter right now.

your voice trembles as you confirm. "yes. thank you."

he takes your glass without another word, navigating back to his counter. the champagne pours smoothly into your glass. he walks back to you and you murmur a thank you as you take your glass back.

matt reverts back to the kitchen. he can't let himself be too close to you right now. not after knowing what he knows. so instead he pours the last bits of champagne into his own glass. exhaling deeply, matt leans back against the island, before sipping his drink.

however hard he tries, he just can't stop thinking about your reaction. the fact that you're sitting there, pressing your legs together in an attempt to relieve yourself, wanting him, and he can't do anything about it because he respects you too much and the consequences of his colleagues finding out about this would be too severe.

"you uh.... do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" matt breaks the silence, finally popping the question. he never thought he'd want you out of his face as soon as possible but this is for the best of you both.

you look up, and the answer is easy.

"no. i don't." you shake your head as you reply. your family cut ties with you after you got into drugs and you don't have any ride-or-die friends that are willing to let you crash on their couch for a few days.

pause again. an idea pops in his head. a terrible one and matt clenches his jaw. before he could even stop himself, his body already betrays him, facing you from the kitchen. "well, you're welcome to stay however long you want."

your eyes widen at his offer. you blink, thinking that you've heard him wrong.

"w-what? i.... what about you? where will you sleep?"

he smiles softly. "i'll take the couch. it's fine, really. after what you've been through, i figure you'll need the rest anyway. take the bed."

you are left dumbfounded. you stare down at his couch you're currently sitting on. matt is tall, and this couch doesn't look that much comfortable for him to sleep in. you also think about the fact that you'll be sleeping on his sheets, surrounded by his scent everywhere and immediately you know that this is a terrible idea.

"n-no, i can't.... you've been too kind to me, mr murdock. i can't possibly kick you out of your own bed."

matt can't help the chuckle from leaving his lips. you're being too polite, as if you're not currently wet for him.

matt knows this is literally the opposite of what he needs right now. he can already imagine the sleepless nights. thinking about you tuck away safely under his duvet, wearing his shirt, his scent on you, with you lusting after him, it'd be too much for him too handle. but what's worse is leaving you to sleep in the streets.

"no. you're a guest. a woman. and everybody loves to brag about how much of a gentleman i am. i need to live up to my reputation."

the sound of his laugh sends tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you swallow. if only he knew how much you want him right now. his laugh sets your body on fire as a familiar warmth pools between your legs. you shift awkwardly on the couch, trying to will it away.

"you don’t have to pretend to be a gentleman for me, mr. murdock."

pause.

his jaw clenches at your words. hands gripping the glass in his hand a little too hard. matt wonders if it just slips, like you didn't even think about your words or if you're well aware of the implications.

it's a mixed of both.

you didn't think before you speak, but you're also glad. because seeing the way his jaw tightens at your words, the muscles under that white shirt tensing, and how the glass in his hand might just shatter soon confirmed your theory. he wants you too. and matt can't be that blind to not notice your attraction toward him. but the fact that he's restraining himself from doing anything about it frustrates you. the case is done. he is no longer your lawyer. nothing is tying you two together, if that's what he's so worried about.

you want to break him.

"it's fine, really. take the bed." he chuckles and repeats himself again, trying to act casual. "and stop calling me "mr murdock". it's matt."

"matt." you test it in a whisper-y tone, letting his name roll off your tongue. it sounds good. but you can't help yourself from imagining it being said in a more breathless, desperate tone.

matt swallows, hearing how your heart is pounding again and it's almost too hard to ignore.

"you need to get some sleep. it's late." he says, hoping that the conversation would end now.

"i.... i can't sleep." you choose to confess.

"why? insomnia?" matt guesses as he washes his empty glass.

you finish your drink before nodding and walking over, bringing your own to him.

"y-yeah.... something like that."

matt can feel your presence, can barely stand how close you are to him but he doesn't move, doesn't turn to look at you. but you can see how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual, having you just inches away from him again.

his fingers brush against yours as the glass exchanges hand but your answer distracts him from reacting to your touch.

"wait, seriously?" his eyebrows meet in a knot as matt turns, fully facing you now.

you can't tear your eyes away from him, as he stands so close to you. the height difference feels overwhelming. he's so much bigger than you, but it only makes you want him more.

"y-yeah, seriously. i.... i have trouble sleeping. it's like i can't turn off my brain."

"i.... i have no idea."

you chuckle nervously. "well, it's not relevant to the case so...."

"for how long?" matt inquires, the frown on his face grows deeper. the way you're casually admitting to this makes him feel uneasy. he can't even imagine how you still manage to function with the lack of rest. not to mention, the constant fear of the people from your past catching up to you and your court case. it must have been hell.

the concern in his voice makes your heart flutter. you have no idea how long it has been since anyone truly gives a shit about you. and you know you shouldn't read into his question too much but this feeling is nice. to know that at least someone cares.

"weeks. months, even. i've tried everything. counting sheep, meditation, even sleeping pills. nothing works. i just... i just can't sleep. i thought it was a withdrawal symptom but i've been sober for a while now and it just keeps getting worse."

matt's heart breaks hearing your answer. how your voice is laced with desperation for just a few minutes of rest. how you sound like you're already giving up at finding a cure for your insomnia.

"i'm sorry." his warm hand wraps around your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and your breath hitches in your throat. a simple skin to skin contact but it sets your entire body in flames. the way his hand covers your arm, so much bigger than yours, the warmth radiating from it. it feels so good. it's electrifying.

and matt, he didn't even realize he was doing it. it's like a reflex to him, this need to offer you some sort of comfort.

"can't imagine what it must have felt like for you."

your lips tremble, trying not to tear up in front of him. not here, not now, not like this.

"it... it can get really lonely."

"well, i might know a thing or two about it."

you pause. "being lonely... you understand it?"

matt smiles. one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "more than you know."

you falter, his reply catching you off guard. it's odd to think that this man in front of you, this confident, charming, attractive man, feels lonely. but the hint of sadness in his voice makes your heart ache. you don't know what's happened to him but the desire to comfort him and the desire to have him are now equally strong.

so many things happening right now that you never even thought would happen. well, yes of course you found matt attractive from the moment you laid eyes on him but with your case going on, you didn't have time to care. your life is more important that how devilishly hot your lawyer is.

but now that you're free, that you're finally alone with him, nothing is stopping you from taking in his handsome features. even in the dim lighting, you can see the way his stubble emphasizes the sharp edges of his jaw.

you inhale deeply, before taking a brave step toward him.

matt breathes your name. his hand never left your arm but his fingers tighten slightly on your skin. a silent warning. because he knows all too well what you're trying to do.

a shiver goes down your spine when you hear him say your name in that breathy tone. it sounds better than what you've imagined and you find yourself wanting to hear it more. and the feeling of his hand on your arm, the way his fingers grip you, it's enough to drive you crazy. the warning in his voice is clear as day, but you push through. you want him too much to care. you know he wants you too. you both needed this, only he's too stubborn to admit it.

you choose to ignore his warning, closing the distance between the both of you.

matt rasps your name again, only firmer. his voice is strained, his warning is clear. his grip on your arm tightens to the point where it almost stops you in your tracks but you push through, especially when he makes no effort to move away from you.

you're right in front of him now, your body flushed against his as his back pressed against the counter. his hand on your arm falls as you slowly unbutton his shirt from the bottom. already you could feel the heat of his body, how goosebumps appear on his smooth skin shivers as you leave featherlight touches across his abs.

"please..." you whisper, your voice nearly a moan.

his jaw clenches harder as you place your hand on his chest. his heart is pounding beneath your palm, and it's hard to ignore the way your touch affects him. he tries to keep his resolve, to not give in to his desires, to push you away, but he can't seem to do it.

"you need to stop... this isn't... we shouldn't..."

you look up to meet his eyes, though knowing that he couldn't see you but you could feel his gaze burning into you. you can feel his racing heartbeat, his breathing quickening. he's trying so hard to resist. to be a good, honorable man. to respect the boundaries. you can see how much he's struggling. but you don't care. not when you both know that you need this. this carnal desire to have each other begging to be satisfied.

you huff out in slight frustration. "why? because i'm your client?"

"yes."

his answer only makes you unbutton his shirt faster, pushing it behind him before raking your nails across his skin. you do not want to question how a blind man like him manages to achieve such a perfectly sculptured body.

he groans, feeling your hand on his chest. he can hardly think straight, drunk on your touch. his lust is starting to cloud his judgement. this is a battle he knows he won't win. every fiber of his being is screaming at him to pull you closer, to give in to the need that's coursing through his body. but he tries to fight it, still trying to be a good boy though gods know he's anything but.

"i don't care." all your rational thoughts have fade away, replaced by the overwhelming desire that you have for him.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back in a bliss as he feels you pressing yourself against his hardening bulge. his hands instinctively go to hold you by your hips, the urge to guide you as you grind against him is strong.

matt has always been trying to be a good catholic boy. he's not one to curse, except in bed. but in only a couple days of knowing you, you have made a different man out of him, one that he doesn't even recognize himself.

"stop trying to be a gentleman. i told you, you don't have to pretend in front of me. i can take whoever the real you are."

matt is nice. his smile is charming. he always opens a door for you despite his disability, treats you like a person instead of a criminal like every other attorney or police officer. and you know how all these seem to be the bare minimum but in a world full of assholes who called themselves men, he is a diamond in a haystack.

"you don't understand. i'm.... i'm not a good man."

you could guess. everybody has a dark past. a self-proclaimed gentleman who admits to be lonely like him must have gone through something life-changing. but you couldn't care less in the slightest. you're not interested in who he was or his past. you just want him. this version of matt in front of you right now. this doesn't even have to be more than just you two having sex. you don't want to worry when tomorrow comes.

you study his face and see the pain, the loneliness, the desire behind his red-tinted glasses. you crave nothing more than to take away all his pain. you want to make him feel good, to make him feel loved and you want him to make you feel the same.

"me neither." you say, reminding him of how you two meet. in a police station, with your wrists cuffed to the desk.

"your past doesn't define you. you're a good person to me."

those words shouldn't have affected you so much but they do. those words of reassurance mean more than he could possibly know. he doesn't judge you, doesn't look at you like you're dirty and tainted. this Is the validation you've been desperate to hear.

"yours doesn't define you either, matt." you reach up and place your hand on the side of his face, your thumb softly stroking his cheek. "so stop letting it control you and just focus on what you want right now."

matt releases a deep breath. what he wants, or rather who he wants, is you. and you both know this. you could feel his muscles finally relaxing, the tension of his body slowly goes away and replaced by a deep lust for you.

"fuck it." and he finally crashes his lips against you.

it should be embarrassing how quickly you moan into his mouth but the thought is now so far from your mind thanks to the way his lips move against yours. he kisses you hungrily but with deep precision, like he's been thinking about this for a while. his lips dancing with yours in a perfect rhythm and you let him guide you through the flow.

matt breaks the kiss for a split second to remove his glasses before going back. one hand holding you by your hip, the other by the side of your hair, brushing it down slightly before going down to wrap his fingers around your throat. he doesn't close his grip, just holding you in place but your knees instantly go weak by the action. it's smooth without hesitation. he's not even doing much yet but it already have you a whimpering mess under him.

still with his lips on yours, matt steps forward, making you move in reverse toward his bedroom. you try not to break the kiss and turn around just to make sure that neither of you would be bumping into something but he seems pretty confident in his steps so you let him guide you.

along the way, you two discard each other's clothes. you push his white shirt until he falls to the ground, leaving matt with nothing to cover his upper body, making it easier for you to run your nails across his hard abs.

doing the same to you, matt only stops when you and him finally reach his bedroom to break the kiss and pull up your shirt. his hand then undo the clip of your bra with ease before his lips find yours again. you break the kiss for a split second to see where the bed is which is right behind you. you move in reverse, pulling him by his belt with you before stumbling backwards onto the mattress.

matt has his hands on both sides of your head to hold himself upright while you widen your legs to make space for him in between them before locking your ankles around his waist.

you claw on his chest, holding on for dear life as he lets himself loose, hands roaming to memorize every curves and dips of your body. his lips leave yours, now assaulting your every inch of your neck followed by a few light bites on your collarbone. you had to dug your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the moans from tumbling over when he grinds his hardness against your clothed sex.

"don't hold back. you wanted me so bad, now let me hear you." matt whispers into your ear before biting your earlobe. the deep, perfect timber of his voice shoots straight down your core. it sounds better than what you have been fantasizing for the last hour. following his commands, you make yourself heard by him. every moans, every whimper, whines and mewl. his name falling from your lips in a most sinful way possible.

his lips trail down to your chest, taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth. his thumb brushing your other nipple, squeezing your tit. he can't get enough of how perfectly you tit fits under his palm. you moan, running your finger through his hair to get his mouth impossibly deeper into your chest. his mouth works its magic, sucking and swirling its tongue and gently biting your hardened nub before giving the other the same attention.

matt's focus then shifts to your jeans, eager to get rid of it. you kick it off followed by your panties, not caring where they land on his bedroom floor. he inhales shakily, his heightened sense catching the sweet scent of your dripping cunt in the air.

he pushes your leg apart and caresses your knee first before purposely slowing down his movement until he reaches your inner thigh. his middle and ring fingers then massages across your folds, and a moan left his lips at how you're absolutely soaked for him.

"fuck, you're so wet, sweetheart."

you whimper, buckling your hips for more friction, to hear more of that pet name from him.

"f-for you." you admit, no longer hiding as you shamelessly widen your legs for him, your desperation for him on full display. you try to grind against his hand but his other one holds you by your hip, giving it a light squeeze.

"shhh.... be good. behave." he says it so casually, barely above a breath but it already makes your pussy clench around nothing at how he manhandling you. it's something so incredibly sexy and yet frustrating at the same time, how he manages to be calm though his facial expression doesn't convey the same.

"please.... mhmm—"

matt listens, circling your clit with the same two fingers in a steady pace. not so fast to make you cum for him by doing just this though he'd love to find some other time to make that a reality, and not too slow that he's depriving you of your need.

"i know, i know...." he leans his forehead against yours. he listens to every micro expression of yours, studying just what makes you click. your breathlessness, the way your toes curl, your nails digging into the back of his neck and arm.

then matt suddenly stops but not for long. you don't even get to take a breath as he slips a finger smoothly inside you.

"f-fuck...." a broken moan escapes your lips, already feel so full of his digit.

matt moans, feeling how tight and warm you are, better than how he imagined it. his patience is starting to run thin, finding it difficult to not withdraw his hand and bury himself inside you instead.

"soaking my finger already and i barely even touched you." he grunts, rocking his digit in and out of you. his thrusts are and careful but not slow. he scissors inside you, stretching you out, just how he wants you. his heightened sense helps him to immediately find the perfect rhythm that would make you melt under him.

"oh fuck— fuck, fuck— thank you. thank you—"

that earns another grunt from him. you're so sweet, so polite, thanking him like that. it's only fair that he rewards you with another one of his thick digits.

"oh— fuck—" you mewl, clenching around his fingers. your legs are already shaking and he's just gotten started.

the palm of his hand hits your clit in each pumps, stimulating you further and earning a whine from you. matt just knows what he's doing, as if you two had done this before. if you could even gather a coherent thought, you'd say that it's impressive how effortless the way he's drawing those sounds from you that you didn't even think you could make.

"you're so beautiful like this. so good for me." matt praises, and you wanted to argue that he couldn't see you so he wouldn't know but the tip of his fingers start hitting that sweet spot inside you, making you lose all of your vocabulary. and besides, he's lawyer. you wouldn't want to argue with one. you know you wouldn't win.

"m-matt.... matt— i'm—"

you don't even get to tell him that you're close, he's already pulling out his fingers out of you.

"no...." you pant. your legs are wobbly already, shaking from just his fingers.

"patience, sweetheart. i want you to come on my cock. now, open."

and you listen, opening your mouth to taste yourself on his fingers. you hum, and the vibration shoots straight down to his cock. you coat his digit with your saliva and sucking them a little bit, dreaming of how it'd be if his fingers was his cock instead. he can't see you and yet you find yourself keeping an eye contact on his unfocused pupils.

matt growls, before pulling out his fingers from your mouth. he gets off the bed, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his pants. your lips parted at the sight. he's bigger than any man you have ever taken. thick and long and god he's already hard. it's crazy to think that you made this this way, how you both are equally desperate for one another.

"it's okay." matt reassures you as he crawls back to you, giving you a few pecks on the lips.

"we'll go slow, okay? i'll be gentle." he smiles, kissing you deeply. you nod, breathing shakily as he positions himself in between your legs.

"wait." you stop him, and matt freezes.

"what is it? did i do something wrong?" he asks, worried that he might have accidentally hurt you without realizing.

"no. just— let me." you gather some of your wetness from when he was working you open with his fingers earlier to smear it on his tip.

matt growls at the action. if his cock could grow any harder, it would. "fuck, sweetheart. you're killing me."

you grin, before he grabs you by your throat to kiss you deeply as his hand pumps his cock before pushing you gently back onto the mattress.

"let me make you feel good now." he says it like a promise, before slowly pushing himself inside you.

"ah— fuck. matt—" you mewl, your wall tensing around his length.

"it's okay. i'll go slow. relax for me, darling." he says, spitting on your entrance for more lube.

it feels like forever, before he's finally fully inside you. matt stays like that for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. he pushes your hair aside, his lips travel all across your face in an attempt to soothe the burning sensation inside you. you're panting already just from having his cock buried deep inside you.

"i got you." matt says in a whisper, and you trust him. you trusted him with your future, your life, and now you trust that he will make you feel good.

"fuck...." you moan. he's going slow, finding his pace but the thickness of his cock is already enough to make you see stars.

"m-matt— so big—" a mewl spilling out of your lips. you cling onto his arms, your nails creating crescent-shaped imprints on his skin.

"i know, i know." matt replies but it was far from a smug tone. "but you're taking it so well. such a good girl for me."

fuck.

"please.... s-say it again." usually you'd hate to beg for men. you hate how pathetic it makes you feel. but not with matt. you find yourself willing to do anything to earn those praises again. to make him proud, like he said.

you see how his expression slightly falters, sensing what you need. his knuckles caress your cheekbones softly and you can't help but lean into his touch.

"you're such a good girl for me. you're doing so good. taking me so well. i'm so proud of you."

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you've slept with plenty of men in your life, especially when you were dealing and taking drugs. you were so desperate in wanting to get high that you were willing to spread you legs to any dealer who promised to spare you a few pills. some kept their promises. some were only using you for their pleasure.

but with matt, you weren't expecting anything less. somehow you knew he wouldn't be treating you like those men did. and you were right. he's being tender, gentle. he keeps his hands on either side of your head, as if he's afraid he'd break you further if he touches you. he's fucking you like you're a fragile little doll and you're starting to get tired of it.

"more." you manage to say in a steady voice.

"what?"

"i need more."

"but—"

"you s-said..... that i'm taking you well. i can take more. please."

matt groans. how could he refuse you, when you sound so sweet, begging him like that? when you look so pretty sprawl underneath him like this?

so matt delivers. he listens to your reaction to find out what exactly you need. his hips slam against yours harder, deeper with a slightly faster pace. and it's perfect. in a minute you have become a mess underneath him. the way your eyes flutter in pleasure, having difficulties to keep them open, how he knocks the breath out of you.

matt takes his hand to press his thumb down on your lower belly with his other fingers on your waist, stimulating you further while getting to feel just how deeper and far up your guts he is, pulling out a whimper from you.

"fuck— j-just like that—"

matt could feel you getting close to your peak, but you're not quite there yet. with his one hand still pressing down your belly, he takes his other hand to rub your clit at a steady pace. you moan loudly, back arching at the new sensation.

"yes, yes, yes, yes— fuck. oh my god, yes— just like that—"

god has blessed matt with having a reincarnation of aphrodite underneath him, drunk on his cock and he doesn't understand just what he did to get so lucky tonight. he couldn't get enough of you. your expressions, knowing that this must probably be the first time since your dealing days that someone is pleasuring you like this. and even then, matt doubts any of those men could make you feel like he does right now. your body is perfect. those sounds that you're making are addicting and matt wishes he could do something to have them playing on repeat in his brain.

"m-matt—"

"i know, i know, sweetheart." you don't even have to say it, he could already feel your orgasm approaching from miles away and matt does everything in his power to bring it to you. his fingers continue flicking your clit, his thumb presses down on your lower belly for that extra stimulation, and his tongue never stops from telling you all the things that you been craving to hear. how beautiful you look in this moment, how good you're being for him. how much he wants to feel you milking his cock.

"come for me. let me feel you soaking my dick."

that's all it takes.

your body shakes as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. the scream you let out is enough to earn complaints from his neighbour the next morning. your brain goes numb, empty. the only thing you could think of is just matt. your chest heaves as you pant. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continue rocking his hips, chasing his own high now.

matt grunts as he gets close to his own release. nearing there, he pulls out, hand pumping his cock as he spills himself on your stomach. you moan, unable to gaze away from how hot he looks right now, jerking his dick off with his head thrown back in pleasure. before collapsing besides you.

silence, but not for long before matt wraps his arm across your waist, pulling you close and burying his face in the junction of your neck. he's panting as well, exhausted certainly. you smile, caressing his arm with your eyes closed.

"not letting you sleep on the couch tonight." you whisper.

"god, i hope so." he replies, and you laugh.

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— 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔! | bllk boys

✶ plot: the character gives your sibling the chance to go down on the field with him before the game, and this leads you to think that maybe he really is someone you could marry since he shows so much care. idk if you know when before the matches the players of the teams go out on the field during the anthem, often with the players there are kids! it's such a cuteee thinggg (╥﹏╥)

✶ characters: sae itoshi, rin itoshi, micheal kaiser

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ ITOSHI SAE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

In the noise of the arena, the Japanese anthem seems to almost fade into the background. The participants are much more focused on shouting, in announcing that the players are finally taking to the field after almost half an hour of delay due to an alleged accident of the German team bus, which had a flat tire. While you were waiting you often imagined the annoyed faces of your boyfriend, who surely threatened his manager to leave if the game didn't start at the scheduled time. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, you don't know. He's definitely annoyed, but he didn't make it obvious probably because today your younger brother is with him. You still can't believe how your brother finally convinced Sae, after years of begging him. When you finally see both of them, you understand that it is not a dream and that your brother is actually in the most famous field in Spain

When you told your family that in Spain, during your Erasmus, you had met the man who was now your boyfriend, they hadn't worried. You hadn't specified that Sae, your boyfriend, your brother's favorite player, from the team that your family had supported for years even before you were born, was that man. When Sae and your family were introduced, your brother categorically decided that now you would no longer have another man in your life other than the ReAl midfielder. Not that you minded this obligation. But you were happy to see your brother so close to him and Sae who, strangely, treated him with kindness. It was probably because he also had a younger brother, he knew what it meant to be the eldest son

You had been with him for two years now, yet your brother had to beg him for a long time before he achieved his goal. Sae had not given in until then because he thought it was a way to invade his privacy and that of your family, but after seeing a photo of Rin and your brother he had agreed. You didn't even know why you wanted to compare a photo of your little brother and Rin as a newborn, but something had moved in Sae's heart, and now he and your brother were walking onto the field with an entire stadium chanting the name of the best midfielder of recent years, your amazing boyfriend

With your phone you film the scene, while your mother next to you starts to shed a few tears "Don't you think you're exaggerating?" you say, teasing her. The Spanish anthem starts, and the players line up in front of the crowd, the children in front of them and wearing smaller uniforms than the team. Your mother smiles "I'm so happy for Kuroi. He wanted it so much, and I understand why Sae didn't want to do it, and yet they're both there!" she says wiping away a tear

Sitting in the stands, you have the chance to be quite close to the players. Your brother notices you, and smilingly starts waving in your direction, proudly showing the jersey he is wearing: like the ReAl uniform, on the back he has "Sae" written and his number, 10. You record the scene and you notice how, in the video, you can see your boyfriend behind Kuroi looking at him curiously, maybe even a little proudly. While both sing the anthem, the children remain in front of the players even when the camera reflects the scene on the big screen of the stadium, also showing Kuroi with his excited eyes. Sae gives you an interested look when he notices your proud look, and you return it by blowing him a quick kiss. You see him roll his eyes, but you know he's calm, it's just the usual

"You know..." your mother says, and you turn around curiously "I think after this, you have no choice but to marry Sae. I don't think Kuroi would recover if you ever broke up, not after this" she says, and even though you know she's joking, her words hit you a little harder than usual. You and the ReAl player have been together for a while now, you never talked about marriage but it happened that you both admitted that you would like to spend the rest of your lives with each other. This relationship, Sae himself, has given you so much love that you know perfectly well that you could never have such a connection with anyone other than him. It's in the way that, even without words, his gestures speak: it's clear that he loves you, and you love him in a way that you can't even quantify

"That might be an option. I'm waiting for him to have the courage to get down on one knee" you joke, and your mother chuckles with you, patting you on the shoulder "If he had the courage to love you until today, I think marrying you is quite easy" she says, and you roll your eyes amusedly "Really funny"

Her words are not casual, not when Sae asked her for her blessing on your union a few weeks ago. He told her that it is not casual to have Kuroi with him on the field, and that after the end and victory of the match he intends to ask you to marry him in front of the entire stadium, but especially in front of your family. But you don't know this yet

✶ ITOSHI RIN ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"Remember, you have to always stay close to Rin, if I see you running somewhere I swear to go down on the field and chase you in front of everyone in the stadium!" you say to your sister, but she giggles, hugging your boyfriend's leg. Rin ruffles her hair, letting out a sigh "She'll be good. She promised me, right Kae?" asks the youngest Itoshi, and your sister immediately nods "Of course big brother!" the little girl says, smiling happily, and you sigh, mentally telling yourself that everything will be fine "Okay... but I swear, if you act bad, it's the last time I'll make you do something like that. Mom didn't even fully agree..." you say exasperated, but you feel Rin's hand lightly squeeze your wrist "Don't worry so much. I'll take care of her"

Ever since Rin came into your life, your younger sister Kae has started to see him as the brother she never had. You have always been two daughters in the family, and even though both you and she wanted a brother, unfortunately you never had the chance to have one. When Rin made the transition from classmate to boyfriend five years ago, Kae was thrilled to welcome him into the family. He and she actually spend a lot of time together, and while Rin's character is extremely reserved and cold, you've never seen him act distant with your sister: it's wrong to say that they just love each other, they literally have a brotherly relationship. It warms your heart, especially when you plan on spending the rest of your life with this guy, since you've been a couple for a while now

Having Kae join Rin on the field was actually quite an unexpected idea. You and your boyfriend had spent the last few months in France for his special training, and only returned to Japan for your sister's tenth birthday. The problem arose when, on the plane, you both realized that you hadn't bought the birthday girl any presents: busy with the various preparations for the return trip, you hadn't bought anything in France. You realized it when you saw a little girl opening a present on the plane, and unexpectedly Rin saw the same scene at the same time and thought the same thing

On the evening of her birthday, after many hours of flying, Rin said that your gift for Kae would be to have her join him on the field in the next match, which would take place the following week against Italy. Kae had literally jumped out of her chair to hug both, even though your mother wasn't completely convinced, unlike your father who asked to be able to go on the field too. So now, as you go up to the stands to watch the game and the anthem, you think about how all this is so extraordinary and at the same time strange

When you sit down, the Japanese anthem begins to fill the stadium. You see Rin with his usual serious face and Kae, in front of him and wearing a Japan jersey, singing excitedly. You see in your sister's eyes an emotion that you have seen in her a few times, and thinking that all this is thanks to Rin makes you think a little more than usual: your relationship is not perfect, you argue like all normal couples, but you would never replace your beloved boyfriend with another person. You've loved each other since you were both fourteen, and now that he's on the Japanese national team and you've started college, your love has only grown. You're 19, but you both think you could go on forever like this, and that's exactly what makes you realize how much you really care about this relationship

Rin loves you, your family, your life and your soul. If that's not perfection, you don't know what is. You know that you both are still young and have goals, but if he asked you to marry him literally now, you would accept without regrets

The game begins, the kids going back to the locker room where you know your dad is waiting for Kae. You watch the rest of the game with them, while Kae tells everything Rin told her before she left, how good she was and how she wants to do it again. The match ends with Japan winning, with a goal scored by Rin himself: the whole stadium starts to shout, while you applaud happily. The journalists immediately take possession of the field and the players, and the same happens to Rin, who is captured by the cameras of the Japanese national TV. A reporter points the microphone at him, while your boyfriend lowers his water bottle

"Great match today, Itoshi Rin! No one expected less from the former Blue Lock number one. Do you miss the structure?" says the man, and Rin takes a few steps forward "It was a fundamental stage in my career, but half of the idiots who were with me are now in the national team, it hasn't changed that much" he says, and the man laughs "You're right, just today you scored with an assist from Isagi Yoichi, also a former number one. Speaking of other things, today a little girl came out on the field with you during the anthem..." he says, and Rin clears his throat "It was my girlfriend's younger sister. She's here too" he says, and the man smiles "I know! You both recently returned from France, didn't the city of love give you the chance to face an important stage in your relationship? After all, you've been together for a while" he says, and Rin raises an eyebrow "You mean Paris?" he asks, and the man nods "I'm talking about a possible marriage proposal in Paris" he says, and Rin's eyes widen a bit. He's silent for a few seconds, and then speaks slowly "I haven't had the chance... although we're both still very young. I might try next time"

Your father and Kae notice how you are almost paralyzed, a fierce blush that burns your face. Tonight you leave for Paris

✶ MICHEAL KAISER ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"I wonder how he'll sing the German national anthem if he can barely speak" Kaiser says, and you think about it for a while. It's not a stupid question, but at the same time you don't want to think of an answer "I have no idea. You didn't know that until a few years ago, anyway" you say resting your head against his chest, and he tightens his grip on your waist "Remember to wait for him here. As soon as he's finished he'll come back to you" he says, and you nod "I know. I'll wait here"

Both you and Kaiser watch your brother being around the other kids who will be taking the field. Leon doesn't talk much, he's quite shy, but at the same time he always wants to be around other people. Both you and Kaiser think it's a bit of a weird behavior, but you don't worry too much, you think it's just something that will change as he grows up. Micheal, on the other hand, is the one who is a little more worried, but you can understand his behavior: as a child he never had the chance to be supervised by someone older, so he always had to correct his wrong or right behaviors himself. Leon has nothing, he is simply a child who is growing up, but Kaiser has always shown to be particularly fond of him. From the first moment they met, one winter evening three years ago, Leon became your boyfriend's favorite kid. Kaiser taught your brother to play soccer, and since he's gotten much better lately, Michael gave him the chance to stay with him before the match against Spain, during the German anthem

The team begins to line up, players calling out the kids they’ve been matched with. Kaiser leaves a kiss on your forehead, walking over to Leon "We gotta go. Are you ready?" he asks your brother, patting him on the back. He nods, taking his hand. You know how difficult physical contact is for Kaiser, but he has never refused to shake Leon's hand "Perfect. You have to promise me to shout the anthem, though. I want the whole stadium to hear your voice" he says, and you raise an eyebrow, while Leon also shakes his head, unsure "You have to, I want the whole stadium to know about you, the next striker of Bastard Munchen. Then you're with me, you don't have to be afraid, right?" says Kaiser teasing him, and Leon finally speaks "Okay Micheal..." he says, hiding his happy emotion

Kaiser nods in satisfaction, turning to you only briefly "Wait here, remember" he says, and you nod once more "I told you I’m not moving. Why are you so worried?" you ask, chuckling, but he sighs in amusement "You’ll see later" he says, and before you can ask him any questions he and your brother start walking down the stadium. The anthem starts in the stadium and all the players greet the crowd, while the children shout and laugh. You see Leon a little nervous, but a few words from Kaiser seem to calm him down

In your family, only you are capable of calming your brother's little moments of anxiety. You have always been the one to be his mother, and since Kaiser came into your life, he too has felt almost the duty to be there for your brother. Since he has been there too, only you and Micheal calm him. Leon could almost be your son, if he wasn't your little brother; it's something that both you and Michael think about, especially considering how important you both are to him. When you started being the girlfriend of the German prodigy, you never expected to see him so attached to your family, and honestly, you wouldn't have blamed him: Kaiser never had someone to call family, a group of people who taught him what love meant. You knew that bonding with your family wouldn't be easy for him, and yet it had happened so easily that for a second you thought you had misunderstood everything

What was yours had become his too. What you loved, your family, had become his family almost naturally, as if it was destined for your love and that of your relatives. You knew how much he cared, and it only made you even more proud to love him, of loving everything of Kaiser Micheal. You knew perfectly well his opinion on marriage, you knew how he was afraid of getting married because his parents had never given him an example of a healthy and loving marriage. You knew how much the idea of making a mistake, of becoming his father and locking you in a toxic marriage scared him, even if he had never pulled a hair on your head. You understood his motives and respected them, but if he ever asked you to be his wife, you knew full well that you would accept

You look over at your two treasures, and Leon seems to be having a blast as he shouts out the German national anthem, which is slowly coming to an end. Once again, Kaiser has managed to bring out the best in your brother, making the most enjoyable moment possible. As the music ends you approach the agreed upon spot, but you notice how the players are not starting to take their positions on the field. You raise an eyebrow, as the German team and the children slowly disappear from the pitch, while Leon runs towards you

"Come with me" your brother says, taking your hand and leading you down to the field "What do you want to do...?" you ask perplexed, shy in front of all the people's eyes. The soccer field empties completely, with only Kaiser left in the center. You watch him doubtfully as Leon takes you near him, leaving you once they reach the center of the field "Do you know anything?" you ask your brother, but he shakes his head "Just a little. Michael knows the rest" he says, chuckling, the laugh of someone who definitely knows everything. You remain in front of Kaiser, who however does not seem to give any answers to your doubtful look "What are you doing?" you ask for the umpteenth time, while you feel Leon's hand detach "Thank you. I owe you something" the German says to the boy, but he shakes his head "Nothing. Just make her happy" he says as he walks away, heading towards the edge of the field

In front of the eyes of the entire stadium, you and Kaiser remain. You begin to get nervous, while his calm gaze gives you absolutely no answer "Don't get nervous. Trust me" he says taking your hands, and you sigh resignedly "I don't want to die of anxiety" you say smiling nervously, and he nods "You won't die of anxiety. At least wait until you see the rest"

Kaiser clears his throat, taking a long breath. "Hello. No introduction needed, you already know perfectly well who I am. Maybe you know me for being your boyfriend, maybe for being the prodigy of an entire nation, but you are surely the only one who knows me as Michael, the same one who cried in your arms several times already. You know how my courage and narcissism are my signature, how my charisma is known by entire nations, or at least by their soccer teams. I always use my courage for myself, but never for others... and I thought I can do it once, just once for another person. One decisive time, that terrifies me but that you deserve. I thought about it for a long time, telling myself that we were fine the way we were, that we didn't need such a big gesture to confirm that I love you. But you are you, you have always gone beyond your limits to love me, to give me a sense of family and home that I never had. I want to use this courage for you, to ask you for something that I know scares me but that I want to do..." says the man. You see him kneel on one knee, opening a velvet box that reveals a ring with a blue sapphire

"... do you want to marry me, say yes to me in front of free Germany but above all in front of Leon?" says the man, showing you for the first time a completely new version of himself: that's not Kaiser Michael in front of you, that's not Kaiser, that's not even Michael. That's your Kaiser Michael, someone the whole world doesn't know but you know like yourself. Your hands are shaking as you try to cover your mouth and eyes that are slowly watering, but you can't ignore the emotion that's slowly eating you alive

"Of course I do" you say with a shaky voice, and the stadium erupts in a ferocious roar. Kaiser stands up, placing the ring on your finger before pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder "Thank you. Thank you for everything"

[cutielando]

world championship | charles leclerc

synopsis: in which you become world champion at speed skating and Charles is there to celebrate with you

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: charles leclerc x speed skater!reader

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The air buzzed with energy, the echoes of the roaring crowd still vibrating through the massive arena. You could barely catch your breath, heart hammering in your chest, the weight of what had just happened sinking in.

You were a world champion.

Your name was now etched into history, forever tied to the title you had fought for, bled for, and sacrificed so much for. You stood on the podium, gold medal hanging heavily around your neck, hands trembling as you waved to the thousands of spectators who had witnessed your triumph.

The overwhelming mix of emotions—pride, relief, joy—threatened to consume you whole.

Then you saw him.

Charles Leclerc, the man who had been by your side through every grueling training session, every breakdown, every moment of doubt, stood at the edge of the rink, grinning so wide it could have lit up the entire arena. His green eyes were gleaming with pride, hands cupped around his mouth as he shouted your name.

The moment the ceremony ended, you barely had a second to compose yourself before Charles was pushing past the security barriers, weaving his way through the crowd. The second you locked eyes, you ran towards him, colliding into his arms as he lifted you off the ground.

"Mon amour! You did it!" he breathed into your hair, his voice thick with emotion.

You held onto him tightly, hands fisting the fabric of his jacket.

"I can't believe it, Charles. I actually did it."

He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the dampness from your cheeks.

"Believe it. You were spectacular out there. I have never seen anyone move like you did today. You were unstoppable."

You laughed, giddy and breathless.

"I was so nervous. My legs felt like jelly before the final lap."

He grinned.

"Didn’t look like it. You were a blur of speed and perfection. It was like watching a masterpiece being painted on ice."

You tilted your head, raising a teasing brow.

"Since when did you get so poetic?"

He chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Since I fell in love with the most incredible speed skater in the world."

Your heart clenched at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. Charles had always been your biggest supporter, through every win and every loss.

He understood the sacrifices, the long hours of training, the bruises and blisters, because he was an athlete too. He knew what it took to be at the top, and through it all, he had never let you doubt yourself.

"I couldn’t have done this without you," you admitted softly. "You kept me grounded. Kept me sane."

He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I did nothing. This was all you, mon amour. You earned this. Every single second of it."

The cameras were flashing, the media capturing the moment, but you didn’t care. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Charles.

"Come with me?" you asked, tugging his hand. "I want you there when I go talk to my team. When I celebrate with them."

He squeezed your fingers.

"Of course, I wouldn’t be anywhere else."

As the two of you walked toward the waiting area, he suddenly stopped.

"Wait, wait, before we go…" He turned to you with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one that always made your heart stutter. "I need to do something first."

You barely had a second to process before his lips were on yours. Soft yet firm, filled with love and pride and every unspoken word between you. The crowd around you erupted in cheers, but all you could focus on was the way he held you, the way he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

When he pulled away, he chuckled at the dazed look on your face.

"Now we can go celebrate."

Laughing, you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers as you led him forward.

You had just become a world champion—but more importantly, you had Charles by your side to share it with. And that made the victory even sweeter.

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The celebrations that followed were nothing short of euphoric. Your team had already popped bottles of champagne by the time you and Charles made it backstage, and the second you stepped inside, you were met with cheers, claps, and excited embraces.

The sheer amount of love and joy in the room was overwhelming, and as your coach pulled you into a tight hug, you felt your throat tighten with emotion.

"You did it, kid!" he exclaimed, giving your back a few firm pats. "I always knew you had it in you. But today, you proved to the whole world what we already knew. You’re a champion."

Tears pricked at your eyes, but before you could get too emotional, one of your teammates playfully tackled you, ruffling your hair.

"Alright, enough of the sappy talk. We need to celebrate properly!"

Laughter filled the room as someone turned up the music, and before you knew it, the exhaustion of the competition melted away in the warmth of the celebration.

You danced, you laughed, you let yourself revel in the moment. Charles never left your side, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, his eyes never straying from you for too long.

At some point in the night, as the festivities began to wind down, you found yourself standing on the balcony of the hotel suite, the city lights twinkling below. Charles joined you, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"How does it feel?" he murmured against your skin.

You exhaled softly, leaning into him.

"Unreal. Like I’m dreaming, and any second now, I’m going to wake up."

He pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Then I hope you never wake up. Because you deserve this. Every bit of it."

Turning in his arms, you gazed up at him, taking in the tenderness in his expression.

"You’re my dream too, you know. Having you here, sharing this moment with me—it means everything."

His lips curved into a soft smile.

"I’ll always be here. No matter how many titles you win, no matter where this journey takes you—I’ll be right by your side."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they were of pure happiness. Pulling him down into another kiss, you let the night wrap around you, knowing that no matter what the future held, as long as you had Charles, you had everything you could ever need.

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I have an idea for something to write. Joaquin, reader, Sam and Bucky work on a mission together (Joaquin and reader are in a long term relationship). Chaos ensues. I was thinking something similar to that club scene and shoot out scene in F&TWS.

In The Club ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you agree to go on a mission with Sam, Bucky and Joaquín, not knowing what's in store.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, they all have different names for the mission, reader is treated as an object by the men at the club, barely edited

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This is my last request, please send in more. I love knowing what you guys want to see and it helps me keep my creative juices flowing.

Sorry if this isn't what you thought it would be, I only kinda remember the club scene from F&TWS.

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A simple mission, that was all it was. Sam and Bucky promised you that was all it was when they came to get you and Joaquín for it.

"I promise, y/n. It is a simple in and out," Sam told you, you had a feeling he was lying to you as soon as he told you that you needed to be wearing a short dress. "It's just to fit in, we can't have them thinking we don't belong there," Sam reassured you, his nice tailored suit made you think twice about his words.

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"You lied to me," you weren't mad, you were exasperated. Sam had just told you that you were to act like their toy that the three just pass around. You wanted to leave, to tell Sam to fuck himself and that you wouldn't be doing this. But you were already in the plane and you knew how important this mission was, so you stayed in your seat

"I know, and I'm sorry but I knew you weren't going to say yes, and there was no way in hell that Joaquín would say yes," Sam tried to make himself sound better but you just stared at him, Joaquín practically vibrating with how hard he was trying to keep his anger back.

Joaquín was known to share, but not you. If another man so much as looked in your direction, he was watching them and making sure they weren't trying to take what's his. The only thing that was truly holding back Joaquín's anger, was the fact that one of your hands were on his that was resting on your thigh and the other was gripping his forearm of the same arm.

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You hated it, so did Joaquín but you did what you were told. You stuck around the three, mostly Joaquín and the backstory that while you were 'used' by all three, you were Joaquín's girl spread like wildfire. Sure, they didn't know your real names but they loved the way you three interacted. The club goers loved the narrative, they loved the way that while you were with either Sam or Bucky, Joaquín was always watching you. They loved watching his jaw clench and his hands ball into fists.

"I don't believe you," one particularly annoying goer said, he had been watching Joaquín look ready to murder Sam and Bucky as you had to hang off of them. "Let me kiss her," he looked towards Sam who looked down at you. Your eyes darted to Joaquín, you saw that he was ready to yell or fight. "What's wrong, don't want to prove me right, Theo? She's not just for the taking?" The man taunted Sam, using his fake name for the mission. You held back a cringe at his words, your body becoming tense.

"Look, I might use her but she's Diego's. You gotta ask him permission before you do anything to her," Sam quickly lied and you moved over to stand next to Joaquín, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist.

"Then, Diego, let me kiss your girl," the man stepped closer and Joaquín just stared him down.

"Nah, I don't let random men touch her. You gotta prove yourself worthy of my girl," Joaquín told him, his arm tightening around you.

"Liam, you got a say in this?" The man looked over at Bucky who had been silently watching the whole ordeal. He had told you, and you think Joaquín by how he didn't seem to mind you being around Bucky so much, that he wouldn't let anyone touch you. He didn't care if your cover was blown, he would keep you safe.

"Hey, Maya is Diego's girl. I don't know what you want me to do, Jacob," Bucky held his head high, the gloves on his hands made a slight squeaking noise as he tightened his fists.

"Well then," Jacob rounded to face you and Joaquín again but was met with Joaquín's fist to his face. You heard the sickening crunch of his nose breaking and gasped softly. Another pair of arms surrounded your waist and you squeaked in surprise. Joaquín spun back around and pulled you away from the random man who thought using this slight chaos to his advantage was a smart move.

"Aren't you The Winter Soldier?" The man who you had just been pulled away from looked at Bucky and you knew your cover was blown.

"Shit," you whispered, moving closer to Joaquín as you two shuffled to Sam and Bucky.

No more words were exchanged as the four of you ran, gun shots and fights broke out. Chaos was everywhere and you sighed, you knew Joaquín was pissed at what happened and hoped that it didn't effected that he wanted to help the world.

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"Look, y/n, I'm sorry," Sam looked over at you as you sat on the plane next to Joaquín.

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault," you waved him off and gently squeezed Joaquín's hand. He was mostly asleep, having stopped with Bucky to fight off some of the men that followed the four of you running. Sam had gotten you to the plane and you two waited for the others to get back.

"Next time, I promise I won't throw it in you last minute," Sam told you and you looked down at the sleeping form of Joaquín.

"Hopefully that next time isn't for another 9 months," you told Sam, he got it right away and looked over at Joaquín.

"Does he know?"

"Yeah, he does," you smiled.

"Congrats," Bucky called from his seat, you thought he was asleep but you were wrong.

"Thanks, Buck," you called over softly. Joaquín, in his sleep, moved his hand to rest over your stomach and a smile spread across your face.

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The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter one

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summary: a well loved and respected bakery owned by none other than ex marine Frank Castle. A new neighbour moves in across the street

Series warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

Word count: 1k (other chapters will be longer)

A/N: I'm so excited to share this brand-new series with you all! It’s a long one so buckle up. I'll be uploading one a week, so if anyone would like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know. Also, this idea comes from a poem I wrote a few years ago (called the baker and the ballerina) and how l've been watching The Punisher. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be a Frank fic or a Michael (the bear) fic, but Frank won so here we are lol. Feedback is always appreciated, thank you :)

The small bakery on 31st street, appropriately named Bakehouse 31, is a warm welcome for many tourists and a familiar face to a lot of the locals. The smell of fresh bread and pastries consume the surrounding area, drawing in anyone who dares to pass it. The people love to buy, and the employees love to sell. And all of this is because of the hard work and effort from one man; Frank Castle. From first impressions, no one would believe this was the man behind the quaint and cosy bakery. Whether it was his big muscles and stern expression, or his tough personality most people can't figure out how to crack, it always comes as a shock to learn he's the one who built Bakehouse 31 from the ground up. But Frank is passionate about what he does, and after leaving the Marines a few years back, he needed the unusual change. Even if there were some people who didn't fully support it.

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"Here's your almond croissant and black coffee. Have a good day."

It's Monday morning and Bakehouse 31 is busy as always, packed with commuters on their way to work and the regular retired customers setting up on their chosen table for the next few hours. Frank is front and centre, handing out the baked goods and holding conversations he would rather not be having. His co-worker and friend, David, chooses not to be as productive. He leans on the counter, instead keeping busy by doing a crossword puzzle in the paper.

"What's another word for a mule?" he asks to anyone listening.

"Jackass," Frank replies, adding extra muffins to the display.

David shakes his head. "No that doesn't fit."

"I wasn't talking about the crossword."

David glares at his friend as some of the customers in ear shot chuckle.

He throws the paper down on the side, moving over to the coffee machine and finally helping with some of the orders.

"You ever think of hiring someone else?" David questions.

Frank looks back at him. "What, to replace you? All the time."

"Wow, you're jack of all trades today. Baker, comedian and asshole," David bites back. "I'm serious though. We're stumped most days, wouldn't hurt to have an extra pair of hands around here."

Frank packs a couple bagels and a baguette, handing them to the next customer and telling them to have a good day. He definitely doesn't get tired of saying that.

"We're fine, I can do most of this shit with my eyes closed," Frank responds, grabbing the coffees David made. "And when you actually pay attention, we can breeze through the day no problem."

"Yeah yeah."

The pair continues moving around each other and dealing with orders, the day passing by with no issues. By 2pm, most of the baked goods have been sold, and the only people left in the store is Frank and David, as well as a few regulars who stay until closing time.

The bell above the door rings and an old woman enters.

"Hey Flo," Frank greets her. "Usual?"

"Thanks, extra sugar in the coffee," she replies, Frank nodding already knowing the drill. "So, you boys looking forward to getting new neighbours?"

"What're you talking about?" David asks, his focus back on the crossword puzzle.

"The moving van across the street," Flo sounds surprised, assuming they were aware of what was happening opposite their bakery.

"Someone's bought the abandoned studio."

"Well if they're anything like the last people who owned it," Frank mumbles, thinking back to the drug bust and the obvious smell of marijuana seeping from the building.

David moves from behind the counter and toward the window, trying to get a good look at the people across the street.

Flo waves Frank off. "No no, I just spoke to the person who bought it. Lovely young woman, she's planning on renovating it into a dance studio."

Frank hums, not paying too much attention as he wipes down the counters, hoping to finish earlier than usual. David, however, has lost interest in any work he was doing, continuing to look out the window as the movers unpack the few items from the van. Flo walks over and stands next to him, the pair not being subtle about their nosiness.

David points, smudging the glass with his finger. "Is that her?" Flo nods. "Yeah, that's her. Oh she was absolutely delightful to talk to.”

"And not bad to look at either."

Frank shakes his head at his friend's words. "Oh great, like you need more distractions."

"Nah," David says, turning to briefly look at Frank. "You might though."

Flo giggles and Frank can't help but smile. "Not happening. I have a lot on my plate already," he moves over to David, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and pulling him away from the window. "And so do you. I think it's your turn to wash up, right?"

David grumbles like a child, shuffling back behind the counter and pushing the door leading to the kitchen. "Fine, but l'm taking an extra half hour for break tomorrow."

He disappears into the back, leaving Frank to pack everything away in the front. Flo takes her now lukewarm coffee and cinnamon bun, bidding goodbye to Frank and exiting the bakery. He watches her go, his eyes inadvertently drifting to the moving van. The woman isn't anywhere to be seen, most likely dealing with the definite mess left behind in the abandoned lot. Frank goes back to wiping things down, forgetting about the conversation he just had, and the young woman he most likely won't be bumping into anytime soon.

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Taglist: [TBD]

[tealvenetianmask]

I'm sick, so I'm going to do the very normal thing and wax poetically about the positive neurodiversity representation is in HB. That's because they manage to make it appear neither purely good nor purely bad. It's allowed to just be part of what makes our characters who they are in their beautiful complexity.

Exhibit A: Blitz (there's no exhibit B yet, but maybe there will be!).

He never gets a diagnosis. No one in this show does.

I think ADHD is obvious. I did a post on this a long time ago, but the man barely sits still, and he's always climbing and sitting on things in odd ways. He misses things other characters say when he's caught up in his own ideas. He sometimes falls on his face when distracted despite having literal acrobatic skills. He gets stuck . . . hyperfocusing on things to the point where he ignores other pressing matters. He's an out of the box thinker and has an infectious enthusiasm for life.

You've probably seen me on here arguing that he has dyslexia. ADHD and LD (learning disabilty) are a much more common combination than most people acknowledge, just like ADHD and autism. If this is your take on him, I welcome you to comment too, but to me the LD/dyslexia thing is pretty powerful because I have ADHD and LD too. We all come to these conversations with our lived experiences.

And just like lots of real people with these and other neurodiversities, he also deals with a shit ton of trauma and related disorders as an adult. BPD . . . PTSD . . . you get the gist. The trauma is portrayed as bad, and some of his resulting behaviors certainly are too, but he's still fundamentally a good person who's been through a lot.

I think the part of his story I most understand as a neurodivergent one is the concept of "not being good enough" that he carries around. It originated before the fire, with Cash devaluing him (literally) in favor of Fizz. Blitz has an ever-present itch to prove himself, believes that he is not worthy of love, and that what he can DO for people is all that will make anyone want him around.

I think that most neurodivergent and/or otherwise disabled people get this, either from the always pushing side or the giving up side, or both at different times . . .). I grew up with parents who expected A LOT, and frankly, to this day, I often CAN'T meet their expectations because of how my brain works. I learned that I need to accomplish things. I also learned that I need to accomplish them IN MY WAY, or else I'd just fall short. I spent a lot of time when I was younger thinking that no one was like me (cue angsty music), but it turns out, a lot of people are. We just weren't very open about it in the 90's/2000's. That's why representation is important.

Blitz finds ways to work. He works very hard for his company, because he cares deeply about it and about the people who work for him, and also about PROVING SOCIETY WRONG (yes, there's a pushing back against racism element here too). He chooses to not care too much about spelling or paperwork and leans on employees for some of that- not justifying Moxxie being stuck with it, but, yes, this reads as self-accommodation to me.

And having to work around having more trouble with certain things because your brain works differently? Well, when a person grows up like that, you can get a really inventive, dynamic problem solver. Some people will say that this is inherently part of ADHD, and I don't know, but it's part of Blitz.

Anyway, I'll try to write a more coherent essay on some of these issues as they appear in the show later. Stolas is also an interesting case.

But do discuss! Entertain me on my snotty sick bed. XD

[rowretro]

𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞...

🂱warnings: yandere, kissing, blood, toxic themes, manipulative

🂱synopsis: y/n the sweetheart freshman that Riki has had a crush on for 3 years, fell victim to his sweet trap, his oh so friendly family appreciated her a little too much, no much more than Riki of course, and how could u possibly not fall forth man who admired your ballet passion?...

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Y/n was there at 1 am on the rooftop yet again, her white leotard and perfectly flowing skirt unmatched by her tattered bloody white ballet shoes. Riki knew it was her escape, her escape from the craziness the world often brings. She left home thinking she'd find freedom, but still, she saw no sign of freedom. His sweet sweet princess has no better home than one with him. He is the perfect husband, his family willingly loving and caring for her as if she were their own. Riki smiled as he approached her, seeing she was done. "U still haven't given me an answer pretty girl... I'm done being ur friend I want to be your love." His voice echoed as she froze.

The girl turned back to look at him. Nishimura Riki, the one hot senior so many girls fawn over, who wouldn't, he has killer looks, the perfect body, the kind of waist women envy to have, but he does look absolutely unapproachable. in y/n's eyes, he's nothing but a rich entitled student, he gets into so many fights and still gets away with his violent behaviour. Without saying a word, y/n ran off, her little anklet charms hitting against each other, causing a fairly loud ringing echo across the area. Riki didn't chase after her. no, that's not how you catch a butterfly, by chasing after it it'll fly to extreme heights and escape. So he had a plan.

Y/n was blasting pussycat dolls in her earphones as she walked to her lesson, in the corner of her eye, she saw a woman waiting to cross the road with her. She was pretty observant of the random things, and in this case, her observance was a blessing. The woman clutched her chest, collapsing to the ground. The lights go from red to green, indicating to cross. She dialled the emergency number, holding the woman's hand, her head rested on y/n's backpack as she looked up at her, the look in her eyes despite the sharp pain she was experiencing in her chest, was very hopeful. This beautiful girl... Riki's crush, saved her life.

"I'm fine son, it was simply a minor attack..." Riki's mother said as she watched her son's brows furrow, as he washed the dishes in her place. "Don't go out for a while. get some rest, Mom, minor or not, I don't want to take any risks," he said, clearly worried, but his frown deepened when he turned to face her. It was as if her mind was somewhere else, a smile gracing her face "That girl... she saved me... perhaps it's a sign." she said as Riki rolled his eyes "Mom we've been through this I only w-" "y/n. Yang y/n." she cut him off as his annoyed expression was immediately replaced with a gummy smile, his mom's on board. This was going to be easy.

"Do my lips look too overlined?" y/n asks as she's looking in the mirror, fixing up her makeup. "Let's see?... no it looks cute," the girl said as she went back to scrolling through her phone. "I'm so glad you can make it to mine Kira, our schedules are so all over the place, I can't believe you're graduating soon" Y/n slightly pouts, side hugging her best friend. "Don't worry gurl, I'll be coming here more often after I graduate... anyways since we're catching up tell me. how are things with you and the loverboy?" Kira asks teasingly shaking her.

"I thought I told you, no matter how hard he tries, I'm just not going to date him. In the long run... I don't know if it'll work in the long run... he's sweet, gentle with me, always trying to treat me well, I know he's in love I can see that look in his eyes... but he's just... he seems dangerous, the violence, sure maybe it can be justified, but he looks so... psychotic when he beats them. that adoration replaced with an endless hole of darkness... what if we're married, get into a small argument and that's me he's beating up?" she rants as she turns to her best friend with a clearly hurt look.

It seems so easy, she's already liking Riki, heck she even made a scenario in her head of them being married. Kira sighed, ignoring the comments she made about her brother, and she patted her head. "Gurl you think too much, he's only beating the motherfuckers who hurt you, I mean if it wasn't for him, that dude, whatever his name is would've gotten away with ramming your car into a building, that man showed no guilt for almost killing you. He's psychotic. Focus on the good, he's always trying to be sweet always treating you, he knows your favourites, heck he even gave you his blood when you were lying in hospital... I just want the best for you" Kira said with a smile.

"Riki... I uhm... let's get some cake-" Y/n simply said. Her conversation with Kira led her to call the man the next day, so she could see if he was really worth it. "Anything for my everything" he said cheesily with a smile "You're so cheesy, imagine someone once campus heard you say that" she giggled as they walked to the little cute cafe. "All this I'd do anything for you, and you still don't want to have mint choco?" she taunted him as he frowned "mm yes chocolate cake so yummy isn't it my darling," he said with a smile, casually shoving a decent amount of cake into her mouth. Perhaps it would be lovely to be in a relationship with him.

The day went smoothly not one bad thing happened, his hand in hers, as they walked out of the park, not once was he acting too possessive, over her outfit, almost as though he appreciated the effort she put into her style. Not once did he complain about her ultra-high heels being hazardous in a park, or her outfit not being too cold-friendly, instead he gave her one of the many layers he was wearing. All he thought was "We'd be a very stylish couple" The better Kim and Kanye, back when they were in their "prime" at least.

However, it dawned on her when he took her to his home. A few weeks had passed before this. She felt like he was literally everything she needed in a man. Everything but the violence. The possessiveness and control over her friends, specifically male friends. When she'd talk to her best friend about it she'd side with him. Now she knows why. " I just want the best for you my best friend... and the best you could ever get is Riki for a boy friend, me as your best friend, and our parents as the sweetest in laws. don't fight it. they're better parents than yours would ever be." she simply said as she blocked the front door.

The whole family is in on this. Even her best friend. The girl she trusted with everything and anything, going behind her back and manipulating her like this. "Oh sweetheart, where are you off to? It's too late at night sweetheart, Me and Dad helped move all your things into Riki's room, if you need anything, you can ask us, or even the maids... we hope you feel at home here" that woman... the one who had a minor attack, the woman she saved. This is so fucking creepy.

Lying with Riki in what's now their bed, his plush full lips attacking her face every now and then, his arm around her waist, comfortingly stroking her, playing with her hair at times, his eyes looking at hers, and scrolling through his reels both at the same time. This felt so oddly safe. A best friend who protects her, a man who protects her, parents who care, a mother who does her hair gently, and a father who enjoys making dad jokes with her. This felt more like home than creepy. She's convinced that this. This is home.

At least for now...

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A/n: ik these aren't the names of Riki's actual family, but I just didn't want to add their actual names, it felt weird for me, I hope u guys understand.

[rachetmath]

Long skit. Read at your own time.

Ruby: Hey Jaune.

Jaune: Sup Rubes?

Ruby: Let's say you were in charge. How would you have handled the Robyn and Ironwood situation?

Jaune: … … … Fourth wall break.

Me: What?

Jaune: You are still on this? come on man.

Me: Fine. Just one more time.

Jaune: For real?

Me: For real.

Ruby: What the-?

Jaune: Okay. Ruby you… weren't entirely wrong not to trust James but… it felt out of pocket.

Ruby: Jaune, Leon tried to kill us. Ozpin lied to us.

Jaune: Yeah… but Ironwood was different. He bailed your team out multiple times. I can't trust him because he hasn't done crap for me. Plus he knew about Pyrrha. Remember Qrow told us first about Salem. And Ironwood implied it by knowing the information before we even told him anything. I trust you though so I did not have a choice.

Ruby: But you-

Jaune: Yeah I got smug with him, but, I stepped down because I didn't want to go too far. However, nothing I said was false considering the circumstances. Especially with Mantle.

Ren: Jaune, the things that were going on in Mantle were temporary and things would get better once we were done with Amity.

Jaune: … Are you a f- Fiona!

Fiona: Hm.

Jaune: Fiona you are a better candidate for Mantle so please tell me was Mantle any better before all of this happened?

Fiona: No, no, it wasn't. We were already struggling financially. People were still poor but at least had steady jobs—until they got laid off. Grimm attacks were common but got worse due to the negativity, and we barely had defenses.

Ren: Which Mantle destroyed!

Jaune: Which were completely useless to begin with. The only one who defended Mantle better than all of us was Penny.

Nora: So basically it wouldn't have mattered if Amity was launched or not, nothing would have changed?

Fiona: Nope. At least not in a short amount of time.

Jaune: Wow then, um, hey.

Me: what?

Jaune: Think you can… you know…

Me: Sure.

Ironwood: *appears* What the?

Jaune: Ironwood, question.

Ironwood: Um, what?

Jaune: Let's say Amity Arena was no longer an option. What would have been your plan if that were to happen?

Ironwood: … … …

Jaune: That was your only plan wasn't it?

Ironwood: But it was a good one. It's worth fighting for.

Jaune: So instead of preparing Mantle for a fight. Trying to calm them down. Catching Tyrian, who we knew was there. And instead figuring shit out. Making compromises. We have been playing cat and mouse. so none of us had our priorities were f**** straight?

Ruby: I mean-

Jaune: You gave the relic to Oscar knowing full damn well he wasn’t up to speed in combat yet. Which he lost to Neo. Then his dumbass went to talk to Ironwood knowing damn well he was willing to even put him on a wanted poster. Even though Oscar was the most honest with him.

Ruby: …. …..

Jaune: Now, if I started questioning James earlier, then I would have been questioning you and your authority because I was following your lead. Believe me, you would not want me to do that because I will treat you like Qrow and Ozpin. As an adult. And if I found out you didn’t have a plan either, I probably would have gone rogue and kept secrets from you.

Fionna: Wow.

Yang: Jaune I already-

Jaune: I mean if I have to kill someone if it means that plan would work, I would. And though I advocated for Robyn, that doesn’t mean I trust her.

Robyn: Wait what?

Jaune: Hell yeah, you were just lesser evil. You were stranger to me. But then you became a problem. Shit, I should have at least captured May or Fionna. Probably because they haven’t shown any combative skills.

Nora: Okay then-

Jaune: Where are you coming from?

Nora: Not important. Let's say I suggest we reason with them. How would you do that?

Jaune: Again, that would be Fionna.

Robyn: Excuse me.

Jaune: Again Fionna is a better representative for Mantle, not just for being born there but also is Faunus. She’s basically the gray area between Marrow and Blake philosophies, who both would give a biased answer with no solutions to the problem.

Blake: Hey-

Jaune: You shut up. You don’t do shit for your people. I hope your dad plows your mom later on because they need another kid. After all, you were a mistake.

Blake: … … …

Jaune: Bellabooty ass hoe. And Robyn is just a discount Yang with an Ironwood personality. Stubborn as hell with a stick up their asses.

Robyn: *gasp*

Yang: Hey-

Jaune: *slaps Yang*

Yang: *shocked*

Jaune: Get the f*** out of here you bastard child.

Yang: *leaves*

Jaune: Anyways. If Fionna told me what we could have done to help Mantle more than what Atlas ‘recommended’ we do, she probably wouldn’t need the supplies anymore and return them. But before I would do any of that, again, I would have needed Penny back on duty. Meaning I would’ve forced Robyn to say Penny is innocent by using her semblance on Penny. Which is the semblance everyone in Mantle knows about.

Weiss: Okay but what about my-

Jaune: Almost everything Mantle uses is from the SDC. From the voting poles and heat vents. If we had put those together the puzzle would have fallen in place.

Ruby: Wait so basically why didn’t we just divide and conquer?

Jaune: Exactly. Anyway, Weiss, your father would have been under suspicion so his role as a council member would not be official yet. So that would have given us more time. I may not be able to stop Ironwood but at least give Mantle a fighting chance. And not only that none of us have been bouncing information to one another. I mean we could have taken the city with us. Or maybe put the people in Mistral or Argus.

Weiss: Wow.

Jaune: Honestly I really should have done more. Like I don't blame Ren for being mad at me. I could have done more. I should have been questioning you especially after Heaven and Argus.

Ruby: Jaune -

Jaune: Not just you but Ironwood too. Watts wasn't smart, we were just so stupid and stubborn that we didn't bother seeing our enemy was right in front of us.

Ruby: Jaune-

Jaune: Like Mantle had so many things wrong with it. From the cameras, the androids, the robots and its defense. The treatment of its civilians. Like seriously, if we had just put Amity on hold we could have done better.

Ren Jaune -

Jaune: And let's say we could have prepared Mantle, still lost and had to evacuate them. We brought them to the most dangerous kingdom in all of Remnant. How foolish.

Ironwood: And that's why-

Jaune: Shut up. Cause James, Atlas had it coming. Its-

Me: No, let me. Ironwood, your military, even the Kingdom deserved what it got. You treat Faunuses like slaves. You never keep your people in check and make me question you all the time. Like Argus. Yeah we can blame the kids for the majority but the woman who decided to flex a giant mech over a plane hijack. What the hell?

Ironwood: … …

Me: Then your soldiers have to look like the very machines you created. It's no wonder no one trusts them and it was easy to frame you. It's almost like they were trained to be the same and work as a union meanwhile keeping their individual personalities away. Probably because they were in Atlas for too long and they forgot what home or having a spine looked like. Crazy.

Ironwood: … … …

Me: Face it. Atlas was already ready to start another war. You flex your power, trying to show the world that Atlas is its biggest factor yet still refuse to humble yourselves when it comes to the rest of the world. Watts was right about you. You want control. Nothing else.

Watts: Ratchet even though you hate me I am still the smartest character in the show!

Me: No the fuck you are not!

Watts: What?

Me: Dude, remember, you were handed the win. Again, if our characters had figured shit out. Had their priorities in order. What would have been your back up plan?

Watts: Um.

Me: Not to mention, you didn't survive Atlas. You died.

Watts: Um.

Me: Then the fight with Ironwood. Bullshit. How does a scientist manage to keep up with a soldier especially in hand to hand combat? Plot.

Watts: Well Penny -

Me: Man don't get me started on how you messed up with Penny.

Watts: … ….

Me: Matter of fact. I'm going in today.*snap 🫰*

Characters from Rwby I needed to appear.

Me: Neo. Baby. I love you. But you - oo. Oo. You beat Yang in a 1v1. You held your own against Cinder, I don't care what anyone said you could have killed the bitch. You fought team Jnpr in a 4v1. Which I will say the writers sabotaged them because they should have given you more trouble. But you struggled against Maria. Maria who hasn't been a huntress or in combat situations for years. How?!

Neo: 🥺.

Me: Jaune you did good but… you should have been fighting more. I'll explain more in a few. Oscar, you did well, I mean you still dumb as hell but you did your best.

Oscar: Okay.

Me: Now you two I can't excuse. Well one of you. Nora, you could have done better. You should have been more screen time. But Ren-

Ren: *turn away*

Me: Nah-Nah, don't turn away from me Ren. Ren. Ren, look at me. Look at me! Where were hands? Where were your hands Ren? Cause so far you been spamming the same fucking move! Like god- I can't believe I'm saying this but Jaune can beat you.

Ren: … …

Ruby: Um Rat-

Me: Shh. Now you and your team. You all managed to beat the Ace ops in a fight. A 4v4 fight.

Ruby: Yep.

Weiss: We were excellent.

Blake: We did.

Yang: No problem.

Me: So tell me why could none of you manage to fight Cinder. Let only touch her. Matter of fact, when the Ace-ops pulled up on you again, what happened?

Blake: I mean we did land a hit on Cinder.

Me: Understood but… y'all have the biggest cheat code and that's Ruby. But then Neo knocked Yang off in one move to save Ruby then proceeded to whoop all of you. No effort.

Blake: Wow. Excuse us for going through emotions. We just watched our team mate theoretically die.

Weiss: Plus, she had to put in a little effort.

Cinder: Like hell. I was disrespecting you girls completely. The only one who managed to be on par with me was Penny.

Me: Who all of you nerfed to hell by making her human. Once again the villains are handed the win. Y'all played yourselves. But let’s get on topic on why I summoned you all here. What I notice in this show is not just horrible character development for most of you but in combat for all of you, I notice a heavy amount of skill issues.

RWBY characters: what?!

Me: Like you Ren. Bro your weapon works. It helps you close the distance to engage with enemies. You can throw them like boomerangs. And they have grappling hook functions. But you lack the skill to use them for some reason. Again what happened to your martial arts training? Like you could have been on Vine and Emeralds level but no you are a waste. Instead of spending training time on meditating you should have been training on how to use them and corporate them into your fighting style. If you had one.

Ren: *silent*

Nora: Hey don't be too hard on him.

Me: The man was talking loud at the wrong people instead of the bitch who caused the problem. And he barely amounted to shit in the volumes. And his semblance evolving is trash. Fuck his feelings. He should have died along with his parents.

Nora: Shit.

Me: Ruby, your weapon upgrade is impractical. In fact I barely noticed it until someone pointed it out.

Ruby: Um.

Me: Like you showed skill in wielding a scythe. It’s unnecessary. And you have dust in your bullets. Use them. At this point I'm questioning if you had any training. Weiss.

Weiss: … …

Me: Bitch you cannot be that rusty that you don't remember how to use your weapon along with your semblance. Like you have the best semblance in the show and it’s versatile. There is no excuse for you losing half the time. Quit trying to summon your henchman and fight. Blake.

Blake: …. ..

Me: They should have given you katana in my opinion but if it ain't broke don't fix it. Still girl… …. what happened to that one move you used back when you were fighting Roman? Like you could have taught Jaune that move.

Blake: I mean-

Me: And what happened to your counter game? Do you remember how your semblance works? And again you have dust. Use the shit!

Blake: … … …

Me: Yang.

Yang: …. ….

Me: In the volume seven open credits, why never you used that move once?

Yang: … … …

Me: I could say more like you being able to launch yourself in the air. Or how you could have saved Oscar by placing your bombs around the grim and using it as a smokescreen to grab him. But I digress. Still you never use that move once, I almost thought I was seeing a dragon fist. It was beautiful. Why have you never used that?

Yang: … … Um.

Me: I really hate you. Now for you three. Jaune my boy.

Jaune: … …

Me: what happened to your grandsword mode?

Jaune: I don't know. Pietro must have removed it.

Me: Cause you really could have done some serious damage. Like you should have been doing way more. Like I understand you're the healer, but… healers are supposed to be protected, and I don't recall anyone but Ruby protecting you. Plus just because you're a healer you know how to fight. Basically you're not a healer, you're a Druid. Plus rarely anyone in this show needs healing, beside Weiss, Ren and Oscar sorry butts. You're not just a Druid but basically a Red mage.

Jaune: Well-

Me: like bro if Vine had taught you well which he didn't. Or if you actually took the time to learn how to do that. Or if the writers gave a damn and the fan base doesn't have this beef with you. You would have been doing shit like this.

Jaune: Aw man, b-but my grandsword mode only provides me with more offensive options but no defense.

Me: You had a magnetic hard light dust mini grenade shield.

Jaune: Oh my God!

Me: To clarify, unlike these five with skill issues while having enough, you and Nora should have way more options in your bag now. Like Nora, why don't you carry lighting dust on deck or wear an electric collar or something so you can use your semblance whenever you want?

Nora: That… does make sense.

Me: If not that then you really should have been a maiden. Mainly because of the theory of Fria being your grandmother.

Nora: Are you serious?!

Me: Hinse why I hate both Ren and Oscar. You two should have been the main focus of the Atlas arc, along with Yang, Ruby and Weiss. Especially if you two together counter Atlas technology. Like Nora you didn't need to be passed out for most of the volume if Jaune was with you.

Oscar: Woah man I -

Me: *slaps Oscar*

Oscar: … … …

Me: Look Oscar. I hate you. I-I wish… I wish Hazel killed you. You are a waste of f***** air. You are just the solution of cry baby fans who hated Jaune so much that they would settle for a new character. You get all this power and still get whooped. Leave my site. Now.

Oscar: *walks off*

Me: Dumbass kid gets all that power meanwhile everyone else stays stagnant.

Cinder: Well-

Me: Jaune is always ready to fight you. Ruby can beat you with a glance. Penny could have killed you. Neo could have killed you. Shit Raven should have killed you. You even lost to Winter who just got the maiden powers by a few seconds after Jaune killed Penny. Remember you have to gang up on Amber to get those powers. Humble yourself. And remember you are Salem's weakest link so far. At this point, Cinder, I really think Pyrrha died because of the plot and her just being stupid.

Pyrrha: Hey.

Summer: What-

Me: F you Summer. We still don’t know jack about you. It’s been nine volumes and we still have no clue on what happened to you. Like I said y’all be selling the win.

Rwby characters: … … …

Me: I should end this here but- I think I should explain. Jaune, Weiss, Yang and Nora. You four should have gone to Atlas. Again Jane and Nora counter Atlas technology with their weapons. Nora didn't need to be knocked out.

JWNY: … …

Me: Nora, out of all people you could’ve asked for advice on anything, you chose Blake. The girl who has a record of not steady relationships. Really?

Nora: I mean-

Me: I say Jaune would be a better person to ask considering he wanted a relationship with Pyrrha. Plus, he has a different perspective of Ren. He may know something about him that you don’t. Plus you two barely talk to each other, so a moment between you two would have been good, at least so we can see you as a team.

Rwby fan: Damn he’s right.

Me: Believe me I think Jaune and Hazel should have fought each other, but Jaune vs Ironwood is three times better. Fights don't always have to be psychical. They can be a game of chess. Jaune vs Ironwood is a battle between two leaders with different ideals and leadership methods. Ironwood doesn’t care how you feel, when you barks an order, he expects you to do it. Jaune on the other hand doesn’t just bark orders. He explains the order but is welcome to input. Really James is Jaune.

Rwby fan: Damn.

Me: Yang and Weiss could have been arguing over Ruby’s actions with Weiss defending her and calling Yang out on her bull crap. Then when it comes to Whitely Yang calls Weiss out on her attitude with her family. The show has so far shown us multiple times that these girls talk to each other more than they talk to their partners. Why is Atlas any different?

Rwby fan: Damn.

FreezerBurn fan: DAMN IT!

Me: Ruby, Oscar, Ren and Blake. Beside the three having the physical training, powers and tools to navigate the city. In fact, if Blake has White Fang experience shouldn’t she know how to drive. In fact, if Jaune and Ren are capable of riding hover bikes I don’t see how you two, Ruby and Blake, can’t ride one as well.

Ren: But without Jaune-

Me: *irritated* What has that training been for?

Ren: … … …

Me: Struggle Sasuke- man you are worse than Megumi. Anyways everything happens the same. Except when the hound appeared Ruby tried to use her silver eyes but they didn’t work. Which is a bigger shock than it being capable of speech. And even if you guys could retrieve Oscar who to say the hound couldn’t make the Grimm surround all of you and force you to give Oscar back or just take all of you to Salem. Again, Salem wanted Ruby from the start.

Salem: Yeah he’s not wrong.

Me: The only alternative is instead of everyone on Ruby’s team being captured, Ren and Blake escape while Ruby along with Oscar are captured.

Ren: But then we’ll be trapped in the snow.

Me: You both have training and experience, I’m sure you both are capable of surviving. Also if the Amity started working you could have just called Fiona and she would track your call and find you. Or May could have found you considering she had a plane. Or if you still got captured by the Ace ops and still went into battle with them, you could have, I don’t know, called your friends and let them know what happened.

Ruby: But if I’m imprisoned then Neo and Cinder will find out and try to kill me.

Salem: Cinder would but I have her on a leash.

Me: Plus, Neo has a habit of toying with her enemies. Torturing someone is not far for her. Plus Salem gave Neo what she wanted more than Cinder did. Neo is basically repaying Salem by interrogating you for the password.

Neo: * “True” face*

Me: Now Penny, I would have kept her experience the same. The difference is Jaune could actually save her along with her father. Pietro should have had a way to come back and save his daughter.

Penny: How so? I fell from the sky!

Me: I know it's a stretch but if Jaune was training using his semblance to recharge his aura faster than normal he could jump after you and try to catch you.

Jaune fan: Son of a -!

Me: And Penny with your last bit of consciousness of yourself, you in turn save Jaune from certain death. Sadly, when you were found by Weiss-

Weiss: Wait I was with Jaune? Then where were-

Me: Jaune if the Ace-ops stole Penny’s sword instead of trying to capture her would that not be suspicious?

Jaune: Yeah… I mean though Penny could stand her ground the Ace-ops has the upper hand. Plus with how stubborn they are especially Harriet and Elm they wouldn't settle for less. Unless they were ordered.

Me: So with that in mind would you have gone to Pietro?

Ruby: Ratchet just because I was willing to send Penny to Amity to lay low doesn't mean -

Jaune: WHAT?!

Ruby: … …

Jaune: You planned to leave our most valuable friend on Amity, alone.

Ruby: It was to keep her safe.

Jaune: Okay. Again. Why did you let her go alone?

Ruby: Um.

Me: Jaune did she tell you Cinder was in Atlas?

Jaune: … … How long?

Me: A while. She also saw her in the maiden’s room.

Jaune: … …. *Eyes twitching*

Ruby: Jaune-

Jaune: Don't. Say. Anything. To me.

Me: Yeah y'all need to start relaying information to one another. Anyways Weiss you along with Jaune helped get a message out about Salem. Though it still wouldn't have made a difference for Atlas and Mantle. But then Nora calls Jaune from where her and Yang, under Jaune's orders, continue to defend Until you heard Ruby's team went away. I would explain more but I know I'm not going to get likes or repost on this so I'll end this here. Still the fact that none of you have a role, know how to use your abilities to their fullest and having little to no brain cells proves Atlas was screwed from the start.

[tojiberri]

thinking about toji who cannot handle spice to save his life. cause although he's my big, beefy man, he's a japanese man, who like many other japanese people cannot eat spicy food. it's not his fault ! many japanese dishes do not include spice as one of the flavors.

so when he meets me with a crazy high tolerance and love for spicy food, he thinks i'm insane.

when he catches me eating buldak noodles one day, he pinches his nose and takes note of the bright red sauce painted all over my lips.

"why are you plugging your nose ? my food smells so good !" i talk with a pout and a furrow to my eyebrows

"the smell is burnin' my nostrils ma, you're insane for eating that shit"

"it's yummy !"

"you're gonna burn your asshole off" he mumbles, shuffling to another room to escape the spicy smell.

--

one night when we're watching a movie, i'm snuggled up to toji's body, one hand stuffed into a bag of hot cheetos, munching away.

"toj"

"mm ?"

"want one ?" my pointer and thumb pinch a chip between my fingers, holding it up to toji's mouth.

"fucks no. you trynna kill me or something ?"

" 'm not, you big baby. i promise these aren't spicy !"

"baby i love you, but i don't believe that all. i'm convinced you burnt off your tastebuds a loongg time ago. you could eat satan's asshole and tell me it's not hot"

"eugh, no need to be so crude" i retort with a slap to his chest, "pleeaasee just try one ! i'll never bother you about spicy stuff ever again"

he gives me a look, evidently not impressed while i stare back up with puppy eyes.

"ugh fine. but just one, ma"

i squeal, fixing my seated position, digging to find a red chip for toji.

"see i even found you a small one !"

he did nothing but roll his eyes at me. sassy man apocalypse.

"open up toj, say ahhhh"

he furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his jaw to open up his mouth for me.

i placed the small red chip in his mouth and awaited his reaction.

he chewed on it and even swallowed with no reaction. i thought his tolerance had increased. i really did.

until he started coughing and groaning, while heading to the kitchen for water.

"fuckin' hell ma, i knew you were lying. shit's hot as hell"

when i had finally got him and his mouth to calm down, he still peered down at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"i already said i was sorry babes, what else do you want from meee" i whined, crawling into his lap and pouting.

"kiss me mama, make me feel better"

my heart dropped to my stomach, butterflies rumbling around in there. no matter how long i'd been with toji, he knew what buttons to press to fluster me.

i leaned up to him, interlocking our lips softly. it was such a gentle touch, but felt so so good.

after a few moment, toji was the one to pull away.

"y'lips burn ma, you taste all spicy." he whispered out to me

"too much ?"

"nah 's perfect for me"

he reconnected our lips and we stayed there for a while. and let's just say that after that, toji could handle spice only when it came from my lips.

--

hehe hello inspo from my friends calling me insane for eating buldak with no cheese or cream and getting super spicy hot tenders. i'm a firm believer that toji can't handle spice but s'okay cause i can and that balances us out. just a little brain dump again :p

[theroundbartable]

@groundbreakingdot872

Arthur would never admit it out loud, but he often invented reasons to take Merlin out for a drink.

Now, he couldn't do it as much. After all, a King cannot be seen buying drinks for his servant (as he used to tell Merlin back when Uther was King and a rule he threw out the window the moment he himself had assumed the throne). But it was fine if he bought the drinks for all his knights as well, if they just weren't alone.

The first time Arthur had taken Merlin out for a drink had been a surprise on many layers. A) he had not planned to buy them drinks, but he'd lost a bet against Gwaine. B) He'd assumed Merlin was a regular at the tavern but the man couldn't drink more than a cup of wine before he was dancing on a table. And C) his final dilemma, Merlin kept complimenting him.

Okay, to be fair, not just Arthur. He was complimenting everyone. He told Gwaine about his pretty hair and Lancelot about his pretty eyes and Gwen about her perfect skin and Morgana about her make-up skills and Elyan about his empathy and Percival about his strength and Mordred - okay, Merlin had never complimented Mordred. But he'd complimented Leon's cooking skills. Which was strange, Arthur didn't even know Leon could cook.

The point was, Merlin always, always ended up complimenting Arthur, and Arthur kept melting whenever it happened. A drunk Merlin didn't know personal space, didn't have any inhibitions. He always somehow ended up sitting half in Arthur's lap, grabbing him by his chin and sparkling like crazy as he complimented Arthur to his face. It felt like Merlin were counting Arthur's freckles, the number of hair on his eyelashes, the pulsing beat of his heart. "You're beautiful" Was a sentence that paled to the look alone that Merlin gave him and still, he wouldn't stop telling Arthur how pretty he was.

Arthur shouldn't be instigating these moments as often as he did. But he couldn't help doing it. He loved Merlin that close to him, his devotion evident with every brush of their touching skin, only inches away from kissing each other.

And today, today Arthur was on it again. Downing shot after shot in order to prepare himself so he could deal with what he believed inevitable to come. Merlin was busy talking with Gwaine, but also drinking wine from time to time and Arthur could feel that moment approaching. He grew lightheaded with each drink, his mind filling with anticipation and hope and all those things he never dared to name sober.

It got later and later in the evening. People already leaving, his knights saying goodnight and Arthur was way beyond the point of tipsy while Merlin remained surprisingly formal with everyone.

It didn't dawn on Arthur until his seventh drink that Merlin must not have been drinking alcohol at all, if Arthur's vision doubled while Merlin remained static and fine.

"I think you've had enough, Arthur. We should leave. You have a tournament tomorrow, remember?"

Arthur's world focused on Merlin's lips, everything else a faint memory in his mind. "Why are you not drunk?" He slurred, surprising himself with how normal his voice sounded.

"I had water. I have a long day tomorrow and don't want to be hungover. Last time you nearly killed me for sleeping in, remember?"

"'d never kill you." Arthur responded blurrily. "Luv' ya too much for that." He closed his eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden.

"What did you say?" How had they ended up outside? The cold wind was brushing through Arthur's hair, cooling his heated skin. Merlin was grinning amusedly. It looked pretty. Merlin always looked so pretty.

"I like you better drunk." Arthur accused half heartedly, realising faintly that Merlin was the only reason why he wasn't already falling right on his face. "Like it when ya compliment me."

Merlin had stopped them, his brows furrowing. "Is that why you keep filling me up at taverns? Because I can't shut up when I'm drunk?" Pink spread adorably around his nose.

"You like my eyes." Arthur grinned at him, teasing him.

"You like it when I'm drunk because I say your eyes are pretty?" Merlin snorted, nearly overbalancing Arthur when he stumbled over nothing.

"You're pretty." Arthur said, somehow not following their conversation, revelling in Merlin's touch. "And I love you very much." He found himself laughing. It sounded ridiculous out loud. Never mind that it was true, it was weird to hear it coming from himself. It was unheard of, basically illegal.

"Arthur, are you okay?" Merlin asked, suddenly sounding worried. "You're too drunk. Gods, you'll have my head for this tomorrow." Merlin sighed and pulled Arthur forwards.

"I'm tryin' to make you kiss me. You always look like you wanna kiss me." Arthur wondered at Merlin's reddening cheeks. "Wish, ' cld tell yu. You'd look so good in a crown." The end of that conversation slurred after that.

When Arthur woke up the next day, he had no recollection of the night, only a vague image of Merlin staring at him with wide eyes that had captured the sky.

Send me a standard fanfiction trope and make me fuck it up.

I have no idea what to write, but my brain likes to do weird shit over normal stuff.

[supernaturallyedsheeran]

Last Drink, Last Bite

Summary: After a long week of interviewing and getting no where with any witnesses, you and boys head to the bar, only to find your most suspicious witness there, being rowdy. You take your chances and take one for the team, flirting your way into information....only to be caught up with a vamp, where the boys are no where to be found.

cw : fem!reader, no use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, typical spn violence, blood characters: Sam Winchester, F!reader, Dean Winchester wc: 2677 fandom: Supernatural

✧∘* ✧･ﾟ✨Masterlist ✨✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

You, Sam and Dean sit at a booth at the back of some lively dive bar.

The table is sticky with past customers spills, the leather too soft on the seats, that you sink a little further than you want. None of you complain as you sip your respective drinks, ordering another round when the waitress comes by.

"What a day." Dean starts, taking another swig of his beer, shaking his head. "No one in this town seems to know jack, but the way they all act...their hiding something." Sam nods in agreement, twisting his beer glass in his hands, watching the bubbles surface and dance.

"Hey, isn't that the last guy we interviewed?" Sam sits up straighter, nodding his head towards the bar, where a man has walked in, clearly already drunk, ordering rounds at the bar and chatting loudly with anyone who will listen. "Uhg, yes." You cringe, shoulders dropping as your body sinks further into the seat. "He gave me the creeps." "He definitely knows something. He acted strange the entire time I talked to him." Sam confirmed, watching the man with intense eyes.

"Well, here's to hoping he doesn't see us cause I am not in the mood." Dean raised his beer, cheers'ing the air and drained the rest of his beer, making eye contact with the waitress again, shaking his empty bottle for another.

The guy had been a creep when you and Sam were interviewing him. Fidgeting, making no eye contact, and then all too much eye contat. Overall trying to avoid any question you had about the victims earlier in the day. You and Sam had left, Sam visibly frustrated - and rightfully so. The three of you had spent almost the whole week just doing interviews to no avail. Like this would be another dead end hunt.

Sam bit his bottom lip as he stared daggers into the man loudly laughing at the bar, taking deep sips from his glass. "Alright that's it." You decide. Both brothers look up at you, raised brows. "We've been talking to witnesses all week and have got nothing to show for it. Time to change tactics." You wave the waitress down yet again and order three shots and another rum and coke. She brings them to the table, and when Dean and Sam go to grab a shot each, you shoo them away. "Not for you." You down your rum and coke and follow it quickly with the shots. Dean can't believe what he is seeing, his eyes light up, mouth agape - he's intrigued, turned on, and worried all at the same time. Sam stares, brows furrowed, very lost in what is happening, but enjoying the show you're putting on, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "I'm dropping the fed charm, and I'm going to risk my womanhood." You state sarcastically getting up from the table, throwing off your business jacket to reveal a a spaghetti strap tank, just tight enough to draw attention and low enough to get a peak. You undo your hair from your fed-bun, and shake it loose. Sam licks his lip at the sight and lets out a sharp exhale. Dean raises his brows. "Wish me luck." You state. "Be careful." Sam yells after you, chuckling, but an edge to his voice.

You wander over slowly to the bar, feigning drunk, hoping the shots will kick in sooner than later.

The boys watch from the booth, Sam slumped back in his seat, wide smile shaking his head. Dean on the other hand, stares daggers into the guy you're approaching and watches you with every caution, prepared to get up at any moment.

You lean over the bar, grabbing the attention of the bar back as he heads over to you to grab your order. "Rum and coke please." you smile. "I've got a tab at that booth back there." You add, pointing over your shoulder where the brothers sit, watching. He nods and goes off to get your order.

"What's a pretty little thin' like you doin' in a place like this?" It was more immediate than you had hoped, but you already had the guys attention just from bending over a bar. Gross. You think to yourself. Feigning a smile and biting your lip, you turn around and lean against the bar and get a good look at him. Drunk. Sloppy. And probably in need of a shower. He very clearly does not remember who you are.

"Just trying to let loose you know - been working so hard all day, and just really going through it with all those murders lately. I'm just scared...." You lay it on thick, doe eyes, twirling your hair, pushing your chest out...and he's eating it all up.

"Oh honey, those murders aint nothing but bad luck happens everywhere you go!" He stumbles a little toward you, bumping you into the bar. You hiss, trying to keep a smile on. Your drink arrives and you take it graciously, downing it.

Over the mans shoulder, you can see Dean twitching in his seat, Sam now more cautiously aware of your situation too, leaning onto the table but knowing better to stay at a distance until you call for help.

The shots are starting to kick in, you feel warmer, and more abrasive, and more gutsy. "What did you say your name was?" You push your thigh into the mans thigh, he hiccups, caught off guard. "Darrel" he struggles out "Darrel," you hiss to him, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "How bout you tell me about the murders? To set my mind at ease." You know its a little obvious what you are doing but he cannot tell up from down right now. Your eyes flicker over to the boys, both of them aren't smiling anymore, they're both gripping their drinks staring through the Darrel to you.

"Only if I can take you out of here darlin'," his voice drops, suddenly he acts more sober than he was. "Bit too crowded yenno." He slams his drink down on the bar, pushing his body against yours a little more, the weight of him crushing you. He runs his hands through your hair - you grimace, tilting your head away as his lips hover inches around your neck "C'mon" he presses, his hot alcoholic breath trailing down your neck to your collar bone.

"After you" You force yourself to smile through gritted teeth only knowing where this is going to lead.

He grabs your wrist and starts directing you out of the bar. Over your shoulder you watch as Dean throws money down on the table and Sam slides out of the booth, both in tow.

The air is crisp, biting at your skin as you regret leaving your jacket behind. Darrel totes you along, his grasp on your wrist a little tighter than you'd like, and he's moving at a speed you struggle to keep up with.

"Where are we going?" You ask The shots had warmed you up and started to blur your thinking, but as soon as the panic set in and the air gripped your bones you almost sobered immediately.

"To talk. You wanted to talk right?" He seemed stone cold sober. Not a lick of alcohol trailing in his blood, or unsteady gait remained. He dragged you forward and threw you up against a car, slamming you hard into the side. "I love to talk." He whispered, pressing his body against yours again.

You moved to push him off but he pinned your arm, your other arm trying to sneak down to your waist to grab your knife, but he was too attentive - he saw what you were doing. "What's down here?" He smiled viciously, licking his lips and sliding his hand down your torso to your waistband, untucking your tank top and revealing the knife, grabbing it and twirling it in his fingers. Where the hell are Sam and Dean? You can't help but think, and watch the bar door from a distance, hoping they'd burst out soon.

Little to your knowledge, they had been in a fight of their own. As soon as Dean had gotten up and started making his way to the door, he had been cut off by a vamp, hidden in the shadows amongst the bar goers. Sam had been held at knife point, as his brother bargained their way out - ultimately turning into a full on vamp bar brawl. Glasses shattered, tables turned, and chairs thrown, Sam and Dean came out mostly unscathed, while innocent bar dwellers escaped through the back doors, unseen by you.

Back at your situation, the vamp showed its fangs "God damn, I thought you'd have some nice pearly whites for me not fangs." you breathe out, getting ever more uncomfortable with your circumstance. "Askin' around about murders girl, only gets you in trouble. You think I didn't know who you are? Feds? As if. You got the hunter smell all over you."

He grabbed your neck in one hand and began to squeeze, your hands flew up to his, clawing and trying to release yourself from him. You started kicking, but to no avail as his body was heavy against yours, pinned between him and the car.

It was harder to catch a breath, tears welling in your eyes as he stared into you, watching the life drain from you before his head dipped from your sight, and you felt a sharp pinch at the side of your neck. No no no no You couldn't help but try to cry out, but your cries came gurgled as his hands crushed harder and his teeth sank deeper. He wasn't aiming to turn you - he was aiming to drain you

Out of nowhere, a burst of movement cuts through the fog of pain and panic. You barely register it before you feel the pressure on your neck release, and the weight on top of you is gone.

You gasp, clutching your throat, slick with blood, the air burning in your lungs, too late to save you from the pain, but not too late to save your life.

The vamp is thrown back with a grunt, landing hard on the pavement. You blink, vision still blurry, and try to make sense of what's happening. You barely see the outline of a figure towering over you, blocking the streetlight as they move toward the vamp.

"Get the hell off her," Dean's voice is low, lethal. You feel his presence before you even see him, his shadow covering yours as he pulls you to your feet.

Sam's right behind him, his face hard with fury, eyes locked on the you. Sam grabs your arm gently but firmly, pulling you closer to him. He presses his hand to your neck, the warmth of it both grounding and reassuring, as he attempts to stop the bleeding.

"You're alright," he says, his voice rough with emotion, but there's a sharpness to it that you don't miss. His eyes flicker over you, checking for any visible injuries, but when he finds nothing other than the obvious, the anger in his gaze shifts to something more protective, more desperate.

"I thought I'd lost you," Sam adds, the words trembling on the edge of a curse.

The vamp groans from the ground, trying to pull itself up, but Dean's already on him in an instant, dragging him back to his feet and slamming him against the nearest lamppost.

You blink, clearing your vision as your head spins, the adrenaline of the moment starting to surge through your bloodstream. But even with that, the sharp edge of fear still lingers in your chest. You’re alive, but only by the grace of the brothers.

"You okay?" Sam's voice is softer, but there's a deep well of concern in it. His other hands raises to your cheek, turning your face, urging you to look at him.

You meet his gaze, still reeling from the rush of what just happened. "I... I will be," you say, your voice shaky. Then, taking a breath, you glance back at the vamp, trying to regain composure. "Thank you... I didn't—"

Before you can finish, Sam gently turns you toward him, his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. The intensity in his gaze catches you off guard, making your heart skip in your chest.

"Don't ever do that again," Sam says, his voice low but full of something deeper, something urgent. "Don't risk yourself like that... for a damn case or anything else. You scared the hell out of me."

Your mouth goes dry at the weight of his words, and your heart stutters. You’re not sure if it's the shock of the situation or the rawness in Sam's tone, but you’re struck by the intensity in his eyes, the unspoken emotion there.

Dean doesn't seem to notice the way Sam’s looking at you, his attention focused on the vamp. "I swear to God," Dean mutters, kicking the vamp’s legs out from under him, "some people never learn." He doesn't seem phased by the danger you’d been in, too used to it by now, but there's still something in his expression—a certain edge—as he glares at the now-disoriented vampire.

Sam, though, is a different story. His brow furrows, the concern deepening, and when he looks back at you, his voice drops even lower, almost a whisper, like he’s letting go of something he’s been holding in for a long time.

"I... I can’t lose you," Sam admits, his words catching you off guard. "Not like that. Not ever."

His hand lingers on your cheek, the heat of his touch burning into your skin as he leans forward, his forehead touching yours.

The air between you two crackles, thick with unsaid words, unspoken feelings.

"Sam…" You don’t know what to say, still overwhelmed by the mixture of everything—the relief, the adrenaline, the terror, and now, the admission. You swallow, trying to collect yourself, but Sam’s eyes are like anchors, pulling you deeper into something you’re not sure you’re ready for but don’t want to turn away from either.

Dean is busy with the vamp, finishing him off, but you know that even he can’t ignore the shift in the air between you and Sam.

Sam takes a deep breath, his eyes softening as he pulls you closer, the intensity fading into something warmer, more tender.

"You mean something to me," Sam says quietly, a barely-there smile tugging at his lips. "More than you know."

You stare up at him, feeling a lump form in your throat. Everything suddenly makes sense—the way he always took that extra moment to look after you, the protective edge in his voice when he warned you earlier, the subtle ways he’s always been there when you needed him.

And now, in the aftermath of it all, you can feel it, too—the bond you share, stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s not just the hunt, not just surviving the monsters.

It’s more than that.

"Sam..." You breathe his name, not knowing what else to say, not needing to. You reach up, your fingers brushing over his hand still resting on your cheek, your gaze softening.

He gives a small nod, as if confirming what you already know. "I won’t let you bait yourself like that again," Sam vows, his voice full of sincerity. "Not for anything."

Dean finally finishes with the vamp, wiping his blade on his jeans as he stands up straight, giving you both a half-grin, though you can see the concern still lingering in his eyes. He claps Sam on the back, a silent acknowledgment of what just happened.

You’re alive. You’re safe. And for the first time, in this crazy, dangerous world you live in, you realize that maybe it’s not just about saving people. Maybe, just maybe, it’s about living—and living with the people who truly matter.

And in that moment, you know that Sam is one of those people.

[timothyslucy]

i know we never got to see it for either angela or nyla when they had their babies, but i've always had this headcanon that whenever someone at mid-wilshire welcomes a new member into their family grey starts roll call with a picture of their little one, along with the standard criteria next to it, ya know, height/weight/length/etc. and then everyone does a drumroll at their tables as he does a dramatic name reveal, and i just hope that one day in the future we'll actually get to see him do so for tim and lucy. it would be so cute. 🥹🫶

[whattheskyknows]

My earliest drv3 memory is when my younger sibling walked into the room the same time as Rantaro's body discovery played and when they asked what was happening I told them he was sleeping,,,

[rei-ismyname]

It's my favourite too, for that reason and because it successfully really made everyone important and sympathetic (or at least relatable.) Tom, Arjun, Syne the Memetaur, Jada, Kenta, Ajak and Makkari, the machine that is Earth, The Progenitor, even Starfox. Sincerity and pushing the Marvel event formula to its limits paid off so well.

I caught that pronoun edit and I appreciate it :). Kind of you to say I'm smarter than you too, but I disagree. It doesn't matter though, we can both be clever.

I think Cap failing was the moment I thought 'hell yeah, we're doing this.' All you say is true about him being one man, but at the same time I'd argue that post 9/11 Cap has been slipping in a lot of ways. Deferring to the government/unjust authority, even embodying it - is a long way from the guy who overthrew Nixon and sided with protestors against cops etc in the 70s. He fought against the SHRA, but whenever there's a mutant registration act/cure he hasn't done the same.

Cap was always a man out of time, but he was a young man. A New York art student during the New Deal era who bought that perspective to the 70s. I feel like he's aged into more of an establishment role and it's tied his hands in significant ways. It's something he realises every so often and I can't help but wonder if it played into his judgement. I love how The Progenitor only ever refers to him as 'the man in the flag.'

Oh yeah The Progenitor hates sunk costs, haha. 'Every day is Judgement Day' would have been life changing for Xavier to internalise. Fortunately, Gillen got to write him for the rest of the Krakoan age. Mags asked Storm to watch him and she did her best. He had breakdown after breakdown, even admitting 'I don't believe in this' but he just kept making the same mistakes. He's still making them right now.

He's lost so much and hurt so many people, and even now he's still manipulating people and keeping secrets, acting unilaterally. As much as the X-Force part of Chuck Hunt (much better name IMO) was bizarre and made little sense, he was up to old tricks but admitted 'this is for me.' He acknowledges out loud that he's acting selfishly.

The Cyclops judgement is so good, especially when The Progenitor uses it as context and character witness to judge Jean. 'I met your husband and passed him. 'My wife will beat you up' works well for him. Also I blew up his head.

I'm working on a post about this judgement right now - there's so much to say. The Progenitor is being massively unfair here, but if we go off other judgements this is Jean's guilt at play. Spoiler - I think he's trying to teach her something, but I'll get to that. Then there's DOOM, who laughs at it and rides a jetski. Passes, obviously. Lol.

Loser Husbands get judged

Judgement Day was a fantastic event running through the entire Marvel universe. In short, the new Prime Eternal thought wiping out the mutants would secure his political position. Tony Stark, Sinister and the Eternal priests built a new God to stop the war - which it briefly did. Then it judged everyone.

Magneto and Storm put on a fantastic show fighting Uranos the Undying, as you can see. The big guy tore Mags' heart out (rude) but he kept fighting with his powers and help from Storm, and eventually the pair fucked Uranos up. That's not what he's judged on.

As part of Arakko's government, Mags and Storm removed themselves from the resurrection protocols. Magneto is dying and The Progenitor chooses to judge him based on whether he sticks to his guns and accepts death. It's right that Xavier would save his loser husband if he called out to him right now, but he doesn't. It appears as his lost daughter Anya and gives him a thumbs up, recontextualising the scene in X-Men Red..

Interestingly, it thinks 'if all were like him there'd be no need for men like him.' Inasmuch as this cobbled together space God based on Tony Stark is worth listening to, it's at least fascinating that Kieron Gillen chose those words. Storm and Mags embracing as he dies is beautiful and the judgement means nothing.

Chuck doesn't fare so well in the 'being judged by a space God' game. The judgement itself is meaningless, but the nature of the test and Xavier's response are significant. The Progenitor has been shown to frequently judge a person based on their own standards and guilt.

The implication that Chuck represses the extent of his guilt over his shoddy parenting wouldn't surprise me. The dude is running a country and overseeing a psychic siege defence of the Quiet Council by himself, something that kills him multiple times via exploding head. He's also taking meetings, communicating with various people, and even has the time for passive aggressive jabs here and there.

I suspect it's not a failure to drop everything and run to David right in this moment, but not even stopping to look at his son on what's looking like the last day of existence for everyone. It could be something else entirely, what with inscrutable space Gods and all, though Charles Xavier is incredibly neglectful to David and always has been. I love that Legion managed to build himself some happiness and stability in spite of this, and I would LOVE to see a conversation between the two right now.

[bizarrelittlemew]

tagged by @saltpepperbeard @summerlinenss @edsbacktattoo @xoxoemynn @jaskierx a while back to share my fav fics i've written!

my favorite thing i've ever written has to be Five Birthdays and a Funeral (6 chapters, 57.8k words, E), so i'll start there.

this fic focuses on Stede navigating depression and anxiety while finding himself and figuring out his feelings for Ed, and its thesis statement is very important to me - that the whole "you have to love yourself before you can love others/before you can be loved" thing is a lie, and that you don't have to be a perfectly "healed" human being before you can love and be loved in return.

i put a lot of personal stuff into it, which was both scary and cathartic, and the response has been incredible and extremely validating. seeing how this stuff resonates 🥹 made me feel less alone (and i always love it when people shout at me about ketchup lmao) 💗 and along with the heavier stuff, it has strong romcom vibes, some of my fav Ed/Stede banter i've written, and lots of smut which i have on authority (from lovely readers) is very hot 😌

next, i'm pretty proud of A Series of Cases of Penetrating Stab Wounds of the Abdomen - a short fic (1.9k words, T) written entirely as a scientific paper in the (fictional) Republic of Pirates Medical Journal! it was extremely fun to find a way to make a narrative work in this format (and i especially love the footnote referencing Roach inventing ye olde toppe surgery) 🤸

i have a soft spot for In the sack (2 chapters, 8.3k words, E), which has a mix of innkeeper domestic fluff/smut, character study relating to Stede and clothes, exploration of why both Ed and Stede might find freedom and empowerment on either side of dom/sub play, and Stede getting to wear the onesie of subification 😌

lastly, this is my least-read fic (which is to be expected for fics with crew member POVs, though it actually has a lot of Ed and Stede being obnoxiously in love), but one of my favs is Bathtub beginnings (4.1k words, M). i just love the 60s New York vibes and think it came out really well ✌️

if you see this and want to talk about your fav fics you've written, consider yourself tagged 💗

[solivagantingrebel]

hey guys who wants another round of tmi