#Pt. 1 of explaining my depression

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A/n: As much as we all love current Jinwoo, every version of Jinwoo is precious. And SO!

All Jinwoos have romantic feelings for you but not for each other cause they're the same person.

Triple Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader

CW: MANWHA SPOILERS INSIDE! SPOILER ALERT: There will be a PT 2 to this one shot cause this got kinda long. So there's that.

BIG TIME What if AU. Angst, hurt/comfort, depression, chronic problems, sleeping anxiety.

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You never imagined you'd become the light of your angel's life. You still have days when you think that it's all been one long dream and you'd wake up back in that grey lonely life you never want to go back to.

But no, waking up that afternoon in your shared spacious bedroom. Rolling in that King sized bed to detect his side had his scent lingering still. But empty. Meaning he hadn't returned from his guild work from yesterday.

The sound of the front door to your shared home opening got your heart racing with joy at the chance to see your dear Monarch again.

And yet, the ensuing situation that followed suit really did feel like walking into a dream. An unusual one at that, sure. But also quite intriguing.

“Neither a curse nor a status debuff, my ass. You'd think these new Monarch powers could undo this side effect?” The tallest Jinwoo grumbled under his breath, brushing back his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“How are we supposed to be out in public now? Handle the guild? Seeing our folks? Our secret will be found out at this rate!” Post reawakened Jinwoo griped, pinning you in between him and pre reawakened Jinwoo like a sandwich, to your dopey smiling satisfaction.

“In any case, I'll be the one visiting the guild for those matters. Otherwise, you and I will tackle the dungeons ourselves, alone.”

“H-Hang on! Why should I be left behind?! I'm no male housewife!” Starter Jinwoo whined.

“Yeah, don't kid yourself, squirt.” Monarch Jinwoo ruffled his unruly mop of hair affectionately, his baby faced counterparts pouting and puffed up cheeks proving his point.

“Aw, please don't leave me alone.” You nuzzled his pink dusted face like a needy cat, that got him melting up.

“Uh – I – o – okay~” His bashful smile got you planting a big ol smooch on his lips. He couldn't stop smiling as he swooned over your lap.

Jinwoo #2 glared, a vein popping up on his head. “Hey, it's not fair he gets to hog our sweetheart all to himself all day while we have to work.”

“With no reawakening, he can't level up so he'd be putting himself at Death's door again like before. If even one of us dies, we'll all die and leave our family behind, including our beloved here. And they won't be defenseless.” King Jinwoo explained.

The sight of Beru appearing out of your Shadow got Jinwoo#1 trembling from fear instinctively at the imposing entity when Monarch Jinwoo stood between you two and his General.

“Should any harm come to these two, like getting distracted by your period dramas, you know what will happen, don't you?” The deadly gaze of his King spoke doom for the former Ant King.

Shadow Preservation will let him know the moment Beru fumbles.

“Yes, I do, my liege! I will not let you down! And if I fail, I will gladly accept my punishment! But please give me a chance to prove my usefulness to you all!” Beru weeped before his liege dismissed him, meshing into the shadow of —

“Jinwoo mochi.”

“ … Eh?” All three sweat dropped in sync.

The action of cupping OG Jinwoo's supple cheeks, kneading and pinching and rubbing your thumbs in circles on such pure smoothness had your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hums of content heard behind your smitten grin. The visual of pre Jinwoo's face going from pale to rosey red as his grey blue eyes had spirals of tipsy dazeness, incomprehensible sounds spilling out of his dopey smile.

“You are so fucking cute, I can't stand it!” Your playful growling as you indeed began chewing on his cheeks got his nervous laughs rumbling into your chest next, his heart in overdrive, matching beat for beat with yours.

The steamy blow of air through their noses was one warning signal that the other two Jinwoo were irked — envy molten auras in blue and purple another sign — that baby-faced them was getting your current attention.

“Don't you dare forget about me, beautiful~” Jinwoo the 2nd cockily purred in your ear, plopping behind you on the couch, nipping at your nape, his nose dotingly rubbing your cheek, keeping you struggling between focus on both bois.

“I'll engrave myself in your mind then~” The effortlessly hot deepness of King Jinwoo’s inflection had him gently grip your chin to raise your face to meet him over the couch in quite a devouring kiss.

“Hey, sharing is caring, you sneaky bastards!” Baby Jinwoo shrilled up. Breaking free just to save your deprived lungs, an all out argument between all three ensued, your light headed self slacking against the couch.

The cacophony of range these three voices could go filled in your now lively place.

And so, then began this unexpected arc in the story of you and Jinwoo times three.

Pre-reawakened Jinwoo.

While the other two would do their dungeon raids together, that meant you'd spend most of your time with him.

Stuck at home together meant you teaming up to manage it, whether that be folding laundry to even cook together. If you don't really cook, he's more than happy to teach you. Having his hands layer yours, pressed up against you from behind, is the best feeling. Course he'd melt in a puddle shortly after.

Taking walks together outdoors meant holding hands or intertwined arms as you spent hours chatting about anything, mesmerized in each other's eyes while admiring the flora and fauna of nature.

“Okay, I am the male wife.” He mumbled in surrender, slumping against you, both of you in your casual tees and shorts, binging your favorites together in the living room while sharing your snacks together one lazy day.

“He admits it!” You exclaimed dramatically, ruffling his already unruly shaggy mop to his giggling delight.

“I know I'm not like the other mes… but I will do my best to make you happy. I'll do anything for you. I love you with all my heart, saarang.”

You easily top him over, laying atop him, your bedroom eyes conjuring hearts in his grey blue irises. “Then I'll make sure you're reminded each and every day that you're just as well loved. You're all mine now, baby girl~”

His drawn out squeak was the only sign of him still alive from the embarrassment, slacking in your arms like a limp noodle.

He's the easiest to mess with, all out of love.

Post reawakened Jinwoo, still an E-rank.

You did most of your outings into the city with him. Usually he goes incognito, whether in caps and a face mask or keeping his hoodie on, hoping not to be spotted and mistaken for his S-rank self.

You both did the buying, groceries and window shopping. Your phone gallery was chock full of selfies with you and your bashful grinning hunter.

While Tank became his assigned Shadow in the meantime, he could serve as transport. But only when it was just you two around or unless it's an emergency. Besides, he still has his own speed skills. Hence, giving you piggyback rides before zipping away in a flash, leaving folk wandering nearby nearly falling over from the sudden strong gusts of winds he left in his wake. His cheeky grin looking back at you took your breath away.

Joining him in on his daily quest workouts nearly do you in, your physically ailing limits being the root cause. Your legs turn to jelly as you nearly collapse from fatigue but your dashing hunter lover makes sure to catch you in his arms, holding you tightly while riding on Tank for the trek back home.

While you can openly tease and mess with him, he's on even footing with you, even more so.

“It's a pain to be split in three and not knowing how long it'll last, so having you with me is a blessing. Now tell me, what will it take for you to make me the best Sung Jinwoo in your eyes? Come on, honey, let your angel Woo you over~”

That cheesy pun out of the blue sent you buckling over in bouts of laughter, nearly falling over but his arms enveloping you kept you standing within his grasp. “Wow. Can't believe that actually worked,” He murmured in astonishment, grinning confidently in response. “She has Sung her approval~!”

That got you cackling, clutching your aching tummy, as more puns came your way to leave you a breathless mess that went beyond his expectations, utterly convinced to be more silly from that point on, even after he hopefully becomes whole again.

And Shadow Monarch Jinwoo, the tenth S-rank hunter in Korea and the head of his own guild, is hands down the most possessive over you. The rare moments you get alone with him happen in his own private office when he takes you to work with him.

The selfie of him putting you in an explicit headlock rivaled every single photo you took with his reawakened past self. His vibrant violet eyes on his smug smirking face littered by your lipstick smooches, your blushing squished cheeks, those veins along that flexing bicep smothering your lip smeared shameless face.

Making a group chat with just the Jinwoos proved a bad call when the other two were driven up the wall with envy at their superior version laying claim to you when they weren't around. The stream of emojis from Jinwoo 1 merging with the countless threats from Jinwoo 2 made big boss Jin darkly chuckle in the entertaining response, the mirthful twinkle in his eyes rippling from spotting you red in the face like mush in his big leather desk chair.

Unwinding from the stress of his guild master duties and keeping face with his colleagues and family while also having to wait out however long this three in one problem will last. Taking rides together on Kaisel gave you both a much needed breath of fresh air. Updating you on pupil Jinwoo's progress leveling up although the Gates turn red whenever he joins in said gate all to challenge him. He assures you immensely that he ensures his other self’s safety while sharing the EXP.

“Sharing you with my other selves has been quite the test for my tolerance.” Tugging insistently on his tie, the taut muscle definition of his upper chest peaked out, his neck flexing those veins, flaring his collar out in the process. “However, I am resolved to remind them just who truly is in charge here.” Pinning you literally on top of his desk came just as quick as you did already feeling him brush up against your valley. “Including you~”

Chronic problems plagued your form. Daily migraines, tense knots in your neck, the works. Regardless of which Jinwoo does it, massages always come your way. Whether resting your head on their lap or laying down on the bed, you melted from their shared skill touch.

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows. With chronic issues also came depression. Of course, all three dudes come to an agreement on equally giving you space to unwind as well as teaming up to give you all their affection.

Jinwoo #1 gifts you single flowers that grew surrounding your home, placing them behind your ear after presenting you one each day. Home-cooked meals are a given at this point, keeping in mind your allergies and dietary restrictions should you have any. He helps prepare salt baths that you more than invite him to join you to keep your clingy self company. And he lends his hoodie for comfort on those moody grey days.

Jinwoo #2 gifts you during your shopping sprees together, purchasing plushies and apparel to even getting fried chicken that you make sure you have enough to share with all your bois at home. You and him game together when he comes home early from raiding. Although his fatigue relief skill kicked in, he still deflated in your embrace welcoming him back home in the foyer, nuzzling your adorable face like a needy feline himself. Plus, his rambunctious commentary sends you into a wheezing mess, handing him easy wins. The times you did dethrone him resulted in his stubborn self knowing he could do better, challenging you for another round.

Jinwoo #3 is the one most able to give you anything your heart desires. With such influence and connections on top of his limitless abilities as the reincarnated Monarch, he would make anything possible. But considering he was the busiest out of the three, all you really wanted was to spend more time together. He still gifted you the same items as his other selves, but he made sure to include a fancy dinner and a dance among the stars as an inviting bonus.

Sleep anxiety is also a struggle you face. Incidents from your dreary past late at night left their scars. So taking naps now and then throughout the day after sleeping in the morning was your norm.

Even now, comfortably sleeping through the night is difficult, anxiety making you uncomfortable on edge for the unpredictable and unknown.

One step, one night at a time, the secure embrace giving you reassuring squeezes in bed reminding you you weren't alone. Whichever Jinwoo it is, they all are perfect bedmates. Their cooing words became your ASMR.

“Ssh. There there. I'm right here. Listen to my breathing, my heart, my voice. You can rest easy now, sweetheart.”

Kissing your teary face and letting you rest on their cozy warm chests as they rubbed comforting circles along your back, the combined sensations slowly aided in your sleep, however long or short.

So returning the favor only made sense.

All three Jinwoos suffered from nightmares. Mostly Jinwoo #1. Night terrors were his own sleep struggle throughout this story arc. Especially from dreams of the Double Dungeon. Breaking out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning, whimpering and weeping, before screaming out in awakening, heaving haphazardly, desperately reaching his hands out to you, clinging to you like the lifeline you are. Especially on nights when your other Jins’ are still out due to whatever reason.

Singing a lullaby song you heard from a show that really stuck with you helped a great deal in calming him down. Cradling him in your arms, brushing through those sweat matted bangs, your voice was the angel of music gracing his ears. It's too mesmerizing to ignore.

“You're okay. You're alright. I'll never ever leave your side. I will stay and I will fight with you~”

Unbeknownst to you two, Beru's shadow linked to both versions of his master, Jinwoo #3 swoons over your heavenly voice, smiling like a lovesick fool, Jinho silently hoping they finish work early so his big bro can get back to you, his one and only.

“Please don't leave me. Please stay, Y/n.” Your Jin baby's wish gets granted by your doting, utilizing the same exact methods they use to treat your night troubles.

Jinwoo 2 is less vocal when he wakes up from bad dreams. Yet you feel a sturdy heat envelope around you. His endearing gaze grew the more he stared at your peaceful face, his stare blurring from warm wetness, blinking them back before pecking your forehead. “You're my dream come true~” He whispers lovingly in your ear before cuddling up against your precious self, tears actually shed as you return the hug through your slumber, thoughts of you and only you lulling him into good old dream land.

Now Jinwoo 3 is something else. He usually sits up, lost in thought for a bit, before heading to the kitchen for a mug of water and maybe even preparing some food to keep him busy. And every time, he could feel you arising, finding him, and joining him all so he wouldn't be alone. He'd do the same for you. They all would, absolutely.

You can hear the aching vulnerability trembling with each breath he took as his towering frame draped over you, his shoulders shaking as his hands clawed at your back, your very existence grounding him in the here and now.

“Parts of me will never be the same, not after all I've done … yet you still choose me. How did I ever deserve you, huh?” His nose caresses yours, rocking with you side to side, as his submerging look sunk its hold upon your trembling soul. “Y/n, you truly are something else. My safe haven~”

While having three Jinwoos is indeed a handful, seeing every part of him that make up who he is reminds you of his empathy, sympathy, cleverness, tactfulness, and brilliance.

But you too hope that your three darlings become whole again soon.

And soon enough, at last, your shared prayers were finally heard.

The solution to this dilemma?

Well ...

What do you think~?

[madamecaos]

Crush(ing) pt.2

Summary: Where Ghost goes a little too rough on you in training then makes up for it.

6k+ ish words │ Ghost (Simon Riley) x Y/N

Warning: Mature filth, probably depression

A/N: You know the drill, no proofread found here. (This is literally an experiment to fight head-on my perfectionism lol)

Part 1

Part 2

Johnny must have said something, you realized the next morning. There was no way the strict management would provide him a personal room without providing some sort of information of a necessity.

And the team was… nicer. You couldn’t explain nor figure out if Johnny had told all the details. Or at least some because no one looked at you with pity.

Training was the same, no sparring today, just some laps and some cardio-inducing sweat. You hadn’t seen Ghost anywhere yet, but something told you he wouldn’t go near you anytime soon. Despite this team being one of the most secretive amongst the military branches, it wouldn’t be excluded from a bureaucratic process if you were to accuse him of something.

Of what, you weren’t sure. You were angry, but you weren’t there yet.

Everything was… as if you weren’t just another ‘lad’ in the team. Soap greeted you with his usual jolly good morning, kept an ongoing conversation like usual, but he filled up your tray and carried it to your table. This was the first time someone had done that. Gaz offered to carry your gym bag back to your room. Price rescheduled a briefing on the intel, allowing you to have fun and explore the city, or whatever that meant without any sort of security to follow you around.

Odd, and confusing. You weren’t sure you were complaining at the sudden reprieve from military treatment, but you weren’t sure if you were comfortable with being treated like a child. As something fragile.

Whatever, your complaining could wait a few days. You wanted to get your hair done and get some coffee that didn’t taste like water and bitter mornings.

So you did, you went shopping for clothes that you weren’t sure about when and where you would wear. At the same time, you eyed the open-back blouses wistfully, a little part of you wishing that your life wasn’t so filled with bruises and scars.

But that was the job. You had to get by.

The taxi left you at the entrance, the driver not having the credentials to enter the base, but that was not a problem.

You couldn’t find your badge, the guard’s expectation making the rummaging of your purse more aggressive. And again, that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that, when the guard opened the gates, making you think that he had recognized you and would allow you in, Ghost was standing right smack at the middle as they parted, expecting you. He was as casual as yesterday, a long sleeve tee and the expected balaclava.

You returned his inquisitive stare for a few seconds, the handles of the shopping bags digging into your bruised-enough arms. The hot shower last night had helped tame down the swelling, but not enough to not to feel it.

Keeping that in mind, you walked forward with all intention to ignore him. As you neared-

‘Ma’am-“

“She’s with me,” Ghost said, not allowing any doubt in his tone. The guard, given Ghost’s no-nonsense attitude, didn’t argue. The guard had recognized you but was jut being difficult, surely.

“May I?” He asked as he matched your pace, the whirring of the gates closing behind you occupying the silence.

You faltered and cursed internally. So much for not being affected by him.

Without hesitation nor expecting an answer, he took your bags, and you couldn’t help but notice he avoided skin contact.

The walk to your room was tense. His footsteps were not as quiet as usual, which made you think he made noise on purpose, enough for you to be aware of how far behind he stayed.

Somehow that put you somewhat at ease, but not enough. Ghost being nice? Something was happening, you just didn’t know what, but at the same time you were done assuming things about him and what his actions meant.

“I’m in a different room.” You explained as you neared the corner of the hallway that used to be your bunk bed.

“I know,” he answered just as briefly.

From your peripheral, you eyed him. You returned your gaze forward immediately when you met his, as he was already looking at you. His eyes seemed to have more depth under the fluorescent lights, no horror nor worry to be found this time.

But they weren’t blank and unexpressive as usual. 

Eyes centered forward, you finally neared your room, eying warily the small cooler right by the door. When you opened your new room, you turned to ask for your bags.

You should’ve known this was a trick as he shouldered himself into what was supposed to be your safe space.

Tiny and cautious steps led you in as he placed the bags on the simple desk. You left the door open.

Then, he had the gall to point at the bed. “Sit.”

He turned back, and returned as he closed the door, now cooler in hand.

You stood frozen in the middle of the room. The frown that marred your face was enough for him to falter. You looked at the bed slowly, then back to him.

This room, away from the others, was all him. The room was far away from the people that knew there was tension between you two, and now he was demanding that you sat on the bed. There was no question as to what this might lead to.

You were no barrack bunny.

Your heart wanted to crawl up your throat.

“Please…” He showed his hands as a peace offering, placating. You were too in your head to notice the ice packs. He made another gesture towards the bed. “Cold helps swelling go down.”

You wanted to think that he genuinely wanted to help, but that tiny monstrous voice in the back of your mind told you he must want the bruises gone because they were proof enough of his brutality.

Intrusively, the dark thought developed. He must want a blank canvas to ruin again.

“You can barely see them now,” you said, knowing that your strong reprieve would loosen if you felt his hands on your skin.

He took a deep breath in, seeking patience at your resistance. “Right.”

Droplets hit the floor as the ice packs melted. When you realized he wouldn’t move, you sighed and took them from him. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

You sat on the corner of the bed and begrudgingly placed an ice pack beneath your shirt, the size of it barely covering the span of your shoulder. Thankfully, you were strong enough to hold in the hiss at the contact. “There, happy?”

“No,” he reached for more inside the cooler. “I know it’s not only your shoulder.”

He waited for you to act, but not patiently, that much you could tell, but he was smart enough to not push you. Instinctively, you held in an eyeroll and laid down on the bed, belly down. If this is what you had to do to get him out of here faster, then so be it.

Tentatively, he grasped the bottom of your shirt, avoiding skin. He managed to lift your shirt halfway, before it became troublesome for him to reach all the marks.

There was hesitation in his actions. The sure soldier now timid, uncertain, not knowing what was required. There was no way your clothes wouldn’t soak as the ice packs melted, and there was no way he could reach the bruises on your upper back without seeing.

He paused and you knew what he was asking of you, silently and unwearyingly. At least, he was smart enough not to make demands when you laid in this vulnerable position.

But, when you sat up and shed off your shirt and bra, he took a trembling breath as if he was the one being splayed open. Ghost looked away respectfully but caught the deep shades of blue and purple in the corner of his eye.

After shedding the only layer that covered your back, you laid belly down, pretending that you weren’t as nervous as him.

You expected clinical detachment from the man that had shown you only that, but as he sucked in a breath at the sight of your spine, you knew this was anything but.

Your arms pillowed your head as you faced the wall, concentrating on counting from one to ten as cold burned along the length of your spine.

Instinctively, you hissed when the cold packs reached a really sore mark that had been beneath the clasp of your bra all day.

“Easy,” he mumbled, deep voice doing nothing to help the rising goosebumps along your skin. “Going up now.”

He warned before you felt the branding of his fingertip, tenderly brushing away the hair from the nape of your neck. The shiver that racked through your body had nothing to do with the cold.

“Tickles,” you grumbled, burying your face further into the sheets.

“Yeah?” He mused gently, doing nothing to hide the fond undertone.

The voice inside your subconscious kept screaming that this meant nothing. That this was a soldier taking care of another. A weak link in the team meant repercussions.

The time passed in silence, and going against your instinct, you did nothing to fill it.

What could you say? That you mark easily? That it wasn’t his fault?

You said nothing, just like him. Thankfully, in the shadows of the sunset that bled into the room, you found yourself asleep before you had to face another awkward goodbye from the man that, surprisingly, felt something other than disdain for you.

--

This had been the offset routine for the last two days. And, for the first time in a while, you wished one of the terrorists reappeared for a whole other reason. This break had to end, or you would lose your mind.

“Easy,” he coached as he always did when he iced your back, as he’s been doing every night.  Only the phantom-like of his fingertips brushed against you as you hissed. “There we go.”

His hushed worry didn’t help.

The tension and the edging had you holding in the urge to squirm. The gnawing lust you felt for the man must be unnatural, and in the midst of your grudge, you thought he was doing this on purpose.

But, to your disbelief (and delight), he’s done nothing but be a gentleman inside and outside the bedroom.

During drills, he checked in often. Inconspicuous to your teammates, he let you off on not running the last lap. He also refused to let you spar with anyone “until you’ve recovered” he said once. The first day at training was fine, the second day you remembered why you were mad in the first place.

Despite doing the most in your mock fights, he didn’t believe you were strong for this job overall. The Lieutenant didn’t believe you were his equal.

But the third night you thought it over because, when the night was at its darkest, he visited your door, awaiting for entrance and a silent forgiveness for what he’d done.

When you removed your shirt, he looked away. He asked, checked and coddled you as he placed each icepack, never allowing his flesh to touch yours. Also, you weren’t going to pretend that he didn’t caress your hair away, being the opposite of methodical.

So you found yourself on the third night, laying belly down on the bed. The bruises were almost already gone, most yellow and transparent.

Part of you knew this was the last night he would do this, and part of you wondered if he would find another excuse to interact with you? Should you leave it up to chance and wait for him to act? Did he even want to? Or was this a one-time thing, a reprieve for the brutality he had put you through? That would mean that, when all wounds were healed, there was nothing else tying you two.

Maybe this was the last time you had the opportunity to speak with a semblance of privacy, outside of the norms of a soldier. This gave you enough bravery to do something different.

This time, as he was placing the last icepack on your upper back, you turned your head, now facing him.

If you weren’t so in tune with his movements, you wouldn’t have caught the slight falter as he pressed gently, right by your shoulder. Unintentionally, this was a sign that the dynamics had changed.

He didn’t have as much power as he thought, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. There was a conversation to be had, and he couldn’t bully nor punch himself through it.

Two days ago, you would’ve been furious at yourself for reading him so easily.

With no other space left to blanket your back, he leaned backwards, sighing heavily into his chair. At your ongoing stare, you dared to believe he looked defeated.

“The team is leaving in two days, 0800,” he started.

You merely blinked and his fingers twitched, fighting the urge to fidget.

He blinked back, the balaclava doing nothing to hide the tightening of his jaw. “Price has scheduled a briefing for tomorrow.”

“I heard.”

There was some information he wanted from you, but you weren’t sure what. The details mentioned were already rumors around the whole base, they were no secret.

After a pause, he looked around the barren barrack. “I haven’t heard of a request for transfer.”

“The Captain would be the only one privy to that information, would he not?”

He grunted in agreement. A long pause, then Ghost played again with the skin of his knuckles. What an odd time to notice that he hadn’t been wearing gloves this whole time.

“Just tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Don’t be difficult,” he snarked, baiting you for an answer in your usual anger, but you thought a lot about how you wanted this night to go. You laid placidly, feeling the ice melting against your back.

“More demands then,” you sighed, merely disappointed, cheek pillowed against your arm.

“Demands? You threaten to leave, and then I ask if you’ve requested a transfer-“

“That would imply that you, indeed, asked a question,” you said, gently as you kept staring at him, unexpressive. “The only question you’ve asked me since we’ve met is ‘are you dumb?’ three weeks ago while training.”

He went still and you waited for a refusal, an excuse that the military was no place for questions or politeness. He had been trained to take, follow orders and for others to do the same.

“You don’t ask.”

“I don’t… I only want to know if you’re leaving. After…”

-After he had to ice your back for several days straight after he didn’t know how to measure the severity of his strength. You were stealing one of his tactics, one that worked well with you. Allow the other to make the assumptions, fill the silence and reap the benefits.  

“Then ask.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing. “What do you want to know, Lieutenant?”

In the dimmed lighting of your temporary reprieve, the silhouette of the man that had driven you near insanity moved and leaned in, elbows resting on his knees.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, lowly, as if it were a secret between you two.

You played along and tilted your head downwards minutely. His eyes followed the movement along as if he was starved for it. “Would you like me to?”

Just as gradually, he shook his head. The slow denial whilst holding your stare did something to you, enough to forgive that he hadn’t rebutted your leave with words. But, given the deep breaths he was taking, which might have been unnoticed for anyone else, you knew he was meticulously observing you, gauging you for your wants and needs.

You knew that look, the sudden shift. He was a soldier in a battlefield, a soldier with a mission. Ghost wanted you to stay and, right now, he was quietly asking what would get him exactly that.

“Anything else you wanted to ask me?” You asked, acting oblivious to his intensity.

You could play games too.

After a beat, still and unmoving, he shook your entire belief that he was cruel and uncaring. “Do you forgive me?”

Your breath stuttered, cool girl act failing, hardly hiding how those words affected you. Wide eyed, you stared and muttered dumbly a ‘what?’

While this night passed in the secret of your bedroom, you thought it would all be forgotten. Somehow, in your expertise as to what was Ghost, he was a man of action, not words. As you laid there, ice reddening the skin of your back, you believed that as soon as the bruises disappeared, nothing else would be mentioned. No words necessary. Transgressions would have never been declared again, and Ghost would’ve gone back to the cooly and indifferent Lieutenant you’ve come to known.

Asking for forgiveness and admitting fault felt like a whole other monster entirely.

At your silence, he leaned forward, allowing one knee to fall, then the other with a thud. The chair creaked at the movement as the man left the seat.

By your bedside, Ghost carefully knelt with hands splayed on his thighs. The bed wasn’t tall enough, so even kneeling, he had to hunch himself to keep eye contact with you. His eyes roved over your face, with thirst for any reaction that wasn’t hatred.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked again carefully, trying to get through your petrified form.

You merely blinked without words coming to mind, avoiding the burn behind your eyes. Along with a faltered breath, a shiver racked along the length of your spine, drawing his eyes to the goosebumps rising on your skin.

The ice had already melted, wetting the towel pinned beneath you. He had thought of everything.

Ghost returned his stared back to yours, finally catching the minuscule nod as an answer to his question.

He returned your nod with one of his own.

It seemed that the confirmation sprung him into action, like that was all he needed to hear. He stood and you did nothing else but lay there, immobile with your back exposed as he returned the melted ice packs to the cooler. Other nights, you had fallen asleep before he left, even with the cold covering your back.

You had often woken up with a towel-dried skin and the covers drawn up to your neck.

This time, you weren’t sure what to expect. Was this it? Now that you said yes, would it all go back to normal? Would he avoid you in the hallways and bark instructions in the battlefield?

The click of the cooler closing seemed to echo in the room and a sense of finality settled in.

You sat up, clutching the towel to your chest, doing the impossible to cover the shivers running through your body.

Despite his rapid movements to clean and organize every item he brought up, you knew he was running from the mere second he was vulnerable. There was no way this man had gotten on his knees before, not for anyone.

Given his braveness, you dared to ask the question that had plagued you since he stood up. “Is this it?”

No begging in your tone, no expectations. If he said he was done, you wouldn’t bring it up, wouldn’t claim nor believe he owed you anything, you decided. You weren’t also blind to the fact that he was always the one that set the tone for whatever sort of relationship you two had.

The man was always covered, always on guard, always a higher ranking, always more methodical.

And you already said what he needed to hear. There was no solid reason for him to come back.

“Are we… normal now?”

Ghost turned slowly, and you weren’t sure what he saw when he looked at you, but his intent gaze definitely brought you flashbacks. It wouldn’t be the first time he had looked at you like that after having access to your body, and then turn away and out of your life as if it meant nothing.

You had expected him to do the same as that night, the night where you found reprieve in each other’s bodies, then never spoke about it again.

Expectation kept you still, bracing for whatever nonchalant rejection came your way.

“You look at me as if you expect the worst from me,” he said as he turned towards the entrance, no hurry in his pace. His hand reached for the handle; cooler left behind at the desk. The lock clicked shut. “I aim to change that.”

You didn’t know what was more important, to breathe, to speak or to run.

He didn’t leave space for that as he headed towards you, expectation building at his leisurely pace. As if he had all the time in the world, he knelt again before you, eyes leveled with yours. This time, he was closer, enough for you to feel the heat through his clothing.

Hands that had known nothing but violence reached for your face, slowly but steady.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, something akin to worry in his tone. Thumbs caressed your cheeks as he held your face, searching for any reaction that might be against this.

“I’m cold,” you replied in barely a hush, shoulders caving at your vulnerable state.

Decidedly, you wanted to do the same. He saw the intention behind your actions as you gave him enough time to stop you.

Carefully, you reached forward, allowing the towel that covered your chest to drop, and rolled up the balaclava that had you spiraling over the last few missions.

Simon didn’t look down but searched for your eyes as you took in the face of the man that had plagued your dreams and nightmares.

You chuckled and he tensed.

“ ‘s not fair.”

His blonde eyebrows furrowed, distorting slightly the scar above his right eye.

“You can’t be buff and pretty,” you jested, eyes crinkling at the corners when you tried to hide your grin.

Uncharacteristically, he rolled his eyes and huffed at your joke. This made your smile widen, thinking about how expressive he really is as he was used to hiding behind a mask.

And you wanted to live in this moment, where you could appreciate every detail of his face, something that you’ve had the sole honor to see, but your anxiety was driving you wild.

You hated yourself for a moment, as he held your face fondly, for not being able to accept the present and wonder if this was a one time thing. After this night was done and he had proven he was more than pain and passion, would this tender moment live in your mind and your wishes for more.

It was sad but not unusual to expect crumbs.

As if sensing the shift in your mood, his head tilted, observing. Hands that radiated warmth drifted down to your neck, your shoulders then your hair as he caressed the wisps down your back.

“What is it?” he asked, low and worried.

The fact that he asked was monumental, but not enough to get you out of your spiraling.

“I’m not… I don’t expect anything,” you started, or tried to as the wide circles massaged into the tense muscles of your lower back served as a distraction. “But do I have to…”

His pinning and inquisitive stare had you stuttering and quivering.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know but…” You dared to finally look back at him and asked meekly. “Do I have to pretend this never happened? Like last time.”

No answer from him, merely a sigh and you bit your tongue. You sat up straight with a mournful smile as he retreated his arms from your body and you crossed your arms across your chest.

He stood up and this time you expected him to leave, truly.

Instead, you got a, “turn around and take off your pants.”

He certainly could be blunt when he wanted to. At your confusion and furrowed eyebrows, he took the liberty to manhandle you into what he asked of you. With his hands on your hips, you stood with no space between you two. As you stared, he methodically undid your belt with a clink and unclasped your pants, then knelt, bringing your pants down with him. One hand behind your knee had you lifting your foot, then the other, leaving you in your underwear.

You kept looking down at him, asking silently what the hell got into him that had you standing in your underwear. The expression on his face dared you to say something.

Did he look like that every time you had been stubborn?

Without regrets, he turned you then pushed down on you, until you laid flat, belly down, similar to what you had been 10 minutes ago.

“You might be bipolar, has someone told you that?” You huffed, annoyed, about to use your arms to rest your head. That was until your wrists were taken, arms placed by your sides.

Then, the bed dipped with the weight of a full-grown man as he sat behind you, inches away from your thighs. Unlike the other nights, you expected an icepack to be placed carefully on your skin. Instead, you felt something liquid and cold after something clicked open.

You hadn’t even noticed he had caressed your hair away, leaving the span of your back exposed.

Then hands burrowed into your skin, massaging away the shocking cold from the lotion that sat innocently on your nightstand. Simon was now digging his thumbs into the knots of your back and the nape of your neck, ignoring the hisses you let at the pressure.

If this was the way he would act whenever you bombarded him with a vulnerable question, you might do it more often.

“No,” he said after a few minutes, your mind already drifting to a calmer place.

“No, no one’s told you you’re bipolar?”

“No,” he answered gruffly. “You’re not allowed to pretend this didn’t happen.”

You kept your eyes closed despite your surprise as the pressure of his hands drifted downwards, avoiding your underwear, heading directly to knead your legs, your calves. The proximity of his thumbs between the apex of your thighs had you squirming.

“If you do, I’ll have to find ways to make you remember.”

You barely held the groan when his thumbs dug away into the sole of your feet. If he noticed, he didn’t mention it.

“You be stubborn. I’ll keep finding ways to make you feel good.”

Despite your newly found relaxed state, you couldn’t fight the sensation pooling in your lower stomach. You might’ve drifted to sleep in this tender moment, but your mind kept wondering what else those hands could do. How much pressure could those thumbs do?

As he drifted upwards, he caught on your squirming, teasing gently as he kept massaging your thighs. Just as carefully, his fingertips brushed against the edge of your underwear.

“Need something, sweet girl?” He taunted but did nothing to hide the grave tone of his own lust. Not long after, his thumbs ‘accidently’ brushed against the cleft between your legs.

You bit your tongue, aiming to be stubborn and curious as to what he would do without guidance.

After he had enough, your underwear was tentatively pulled down to your feet. Then the hands that had been so through on relaxing you were now silently positioning you upwards to your parted knees, back arched as your torso laid placidly.

When he got you like he wanted, his fingers dug into your upper thighs for leverage, expecting you to run away. And that you did as a soft breath brushed against you before the slickness of a tongue delved into you.

You flinched instinctively at the sensation with a whimper, but he held you to him. He was no shy adventurer.

Simon had been teasing all night, and it seemed he was done playing games. His tongue, along with his lips, left nothing unexplored. His hands roamed along your flesh, issuing pressure to your lower back when needed to keep you arched enough for him. There were no tentative licks nor touches as he hummed into your folds, slick running down his chin.  

Thumbs splayed you open, and your whimpers rose into moans as he lapped at your clit with enough tension to make you gasp for breaths. Instinctively, you reached back, fingers latching into a full head of hair.

When you pulled, he moaned just as loud as you. That seemed to unravel him, his careful lapping now an intense suckling as he inserted one finger, then two. The hollow beneath your lower stomach now partially full. You were wet enough to accept whatever he had to give you.

When he dug down, aiming for your upper walls, you keened. He rubbed and rubbed, fingers so thick he had no problem hammering away into your g-spot repeatedly.

Now your moans were let out brazenly, gasping into the pillow as he did his best to burrow himself into your skin.

The shaking started on your calves, the tension rising upwards to your lower back. The sensation seemed to spur him on into a continuous pattern where he kept his mouth latched on you as your nerves coiled into and impending life-changing orgasm.

With a shock, your body spasmed with a silent scream, the soldier holding you tight through your tremors. Violent shock after shock racked through you until you managed to get some air in a keening moan. After seconds, Simon petting you lightly with his tongue and feeling every spasm, you laid back down placidly, all energy sucked out of you.

At the first flinch of overstimulation, he languidly let you go, barely letting his hands off your skin as he laid you flat on the bed.

He was out of breath too, but something told you it had more to do with the tent in his pants than lack of oxygen.

Owlishly, you looked back at him through the haze. As soon as he started petting your hair, you knew you lost whatever battle had been going on between you two.

Simon had done the impossible; proven he was going nowhere and that he was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.

And, as if nothing short of extraordinary had happened, his hands drifted lower to keep the ongoing massage as the remnants of your pleasured haze pulled you to sleep.

[sillylilsquid]

Real Life Romance Book pt.1

paring - hyun ju x reader summary - one day at the cozy bookstore you work at, you meet hyun ju. a woman who ignites a fire in your chest. you fall for her unaware at first of her journey as a trans woman. though that doesn't stop you from wanting her to be yours. together, you navigate the ups and downs of life, exploring love, identity, and the power of connection. warnings - au!hyun ju, no squid game, afab!reader, mentions of bullying and transphobia, sexual content, 18+ only, minors dni

The rain outside poured down as you stocked books onto the shelves in the bookstore you worked at. The dreary weather outside made you want to stay curled up in bed with your blankets and a book, but you also thrived in the cool, wet autumn weather. Where most people said they suffered from seasonal depression during the winter and autumn months, you felt similarly with summer. Snuggled warmly in your cardigan you took a step back to make sure everything looked nice and tidy before making your way up to the front of the store. You sat behind the counter and pulled out your newest romance book, immediately diving into the pages as you waited until a customer would need assistance. 

After a while the bell above the front door rang, and you glanced up to see a tall woman with sleek, dark hair walk in. She wore a dark gray turtleneck sweater with a pair of dark trousers. Her hair stuck to her face due to the rain beating down outside. Quickly you greeted her, asking if she needed help finding anything.”I don’t really know,” she admitted, and you were surprised how her voice held a masculine yet soft, feminine tone. Setting down your current book you stood from your chair behind the counter. “That’s okay! What do you like, fantasy? Romance? Thrillers?” you asked, trying to get a feel of what to recommend to her. A slight blush crept onto her face as she looked around the store, seemingly uncomfortable with not knowing. “Uh-I, I like romance.” she said with a slight shrug, that made your smile grow. A lot of people acted embarrassed admitting they liked the genre so you knew how to handle it. “Oh! My favorite.” you giggled, starting to walk towards the romance section. You grabbed a few books you really liked that weren’t too spicy, or poorly written. “These are top sellers, I would definitely recommend any of these.”

As the woman reached out and grabbed the books from your hands you couldn’t help but notice how much larger her hands were than yours. “I’ll take these.” she said, her voice quietly. You nodded as you smiled, “Sweet! I can ring you up, or if you want to shop around for a while I’ll let you be. I’m up front if you need anything.” you exclaimed, not wanting to bother her or make her feel pressured to buy anything.

Back at your spot behind the register you sat and pulled out your book, beginning to read again. Only a few minutes passed before the girl from earlier slowly approached you, not wanting to interrupt you reading. Setting down your book, you began to scan her books.

“If you’re just getting into reading and you ever want to, I’m a part of a book club–it’s just a few other girls and we usually meet once or twice a week, at the coffee shop across the street.” you explained, waiting as she inserted her card to pay. You grabbed one of the free bookmarks your store offered, writing your number down on the back. You weren’t sure why, considering you had just met this woman–but you thought she might enjoy feeling included in your small group.

Her eyes stared down at the bookmark in shock, slowly reaching out to grab it and stuff it safely in one of her books. “I’m y/n, by the way.” you politely introduce yourself. “Hyun Ju.” she responded curtly, hers lingering on yours before shifting away. “Well, Hyun Ju, if you decide you want to join us we’re meeting tomorrow at 7. Feel free to text me if you want!” she nodded in understanding before thanking you and turning to walk out with her books. Her demeanor was strong and you could tell by the way she carried herself she had a lot of confidence, but seemed uncomfortable and you hoped it wasn’t you that had caused it. 

Your shift ended soon after, and after finishing your closing duties you locked the store up behind you. Driving home in the rain your mind wandered to Hyun Ju and a part of you were hoping she’d join the group the next evening. The evening passed as you ate dinner, took a shower then got comfortable in bed to read. It was around 10pm when you felt your phone buzz on the nightstand table next to you. You hesitated before grabbing it not wanting to seem desperate if it was Hyun Ju. Though your face did grow a smile when you saw the unknown number, reading the message to see ‘hey, it’s hyun ju. I think I’ll be at book club tomorrow night, if that’s okay.’ Your lip was caught between your teeth as you typed out a reply telling her you were excited for her to join you all tomorrow. She didn’t respond any more that night. As you laid in your dark room listening to the sounds of the city outside your apartment window your thoughts drifted to Hyun Ju. You knew something about her was different, but didn’t want to assume anything. You thought she was beautiful from her bobbed hair to her long legs and strong arms, and especially her voice. As silly as it was to admit it you knew you drifted off to sleep that night with the thought of her in your head.

Work seemed to drag the next day–granted you stayed busy at the bookstore, the excitement for book club made it seem like it was the longest shift of your life. Eventually you were able to clock out and you checked your appearance in the bathroom mirror; you wore a simple, comfortable outfit with your hair falling around your face messily. No makeup painted your face save for a light coat of brown mascara and some lip balm. Shaking your head you left out a shaky breath and left the bookstore, calling out a goodbye to your coworkers. 

The walk to the coffee shop felt much longer due to the bitter wind. You knew when you walked into the warm shop your nose and cheeks had a rosy tint to them. Shedding your coat you shuffled over to the table you and your friends always hung out at. Two of your friends were already there, talking quietly amongst themselves. Flashing them a smile you sat down. “I invited someone, she should be coming tonight. Her name is Hyun Ju, I met her at work.” you explained, attempting to catch your breath from the walk. One of your friends laughed lightly. “Is it some sort of date? You wore mascara–you never wear makeup.” your other friend snickered and you shot them both a glare. “What? No! I met her at work, she’s just getting into reading and thought it would be nice to offer her to join.” you tried to brush off any tone that might make you seem like you were lying. “You’re rambling.” your friend mumbled under breath.

To be honest, you didn’t know why you invited Hyun Ju, or why you were caught up with thinking about her. Of course you met plenty of kind people at the bookstore, but none of them you had invited to your book club–so why her? Something about Hyun Ju screamed out to you almost as if to say she needed the company. Your company. But that is silly. She’s a stranger, for all you knew she could be a serial killer…no she’s too kind, too pretty to do awful things like that. You quickly focused on pulling out your book and your phone, forcing yourself to stop thinking of Hyun Ju.

The time grew closer to 7, then five past 7, and now seeing the time flash 7:10 on your phone you began to think she wasn't going to show. Of course she wouldn’t, you were too naive believing she would. As one of your friends rambled on about a chapter of the book you heard the door open, and couldn’t help  yourself but turn towards it. Your eyes landed on her. She stood in the entrance seemingly looking around to try and spot you; little did you know, she was also worried you wouldn’t even be there. That it was all some sort of prank. When your eyes met with her dark ones you beamed with a smile. “She’s here! I’ll be right back, just keep reading. I'll catch up later.” pushing your chair away from the table you crossed the coffee shop to meet her. 

“I’m sorry, I know I’m late.” Hyun Ju spoke, and she opened her mouth as if she was going to say more but you cut her off. “No big deal! Do you want a drink? It’s my treat, as a thank you for coming.” her eyes looked down at the ground but she nodded. Together you walked to the counter and both ordered, and you paid before there could be any protest from Hyun Ju. “My friends are over there…they’re kind of overbearing sometimes, so sorry in advance, but they’re really nice girls.” you explained, realizing again you were rambling. A nervous habit. You admired her outfit, seeing her another pair of dark trousers well tailored to her form, and a slightly oversized brown sweater. “You’re really pretty,” you said, before evening realizing what came out of your mouth. “I well- I mean, like your outfit is really pretty. Wait, no you are pretty I didn’t mean to say you’re not attractive. Fuck, sorry I’m rambling.” the words all flew out of you without second thought. Hyun Ju laughed, her cheeks burning with a blush. “Thank you, you’re pretty too–you don’t have to apologize.” a bit more confidence in her voice. The two of you soon grabbed your drinks and made your way back to the table. Once everyone was introduced, book club went somewhat smoothly. You fumbled over your words a couple times which earned you giggles from your friends. Hyun Ju seemed to not notice, or if she did she was playing it off really well. Throughout the night you would feel a slight brush of her knee against your own, or her elbow bump you when she reached for her drink. You tried to think nothing of it, an innocent encounter…but every time she touched you even for a second your heart fluttered.

The time grew closer to 9pm, and your friends had left about ten minutes prior. The two of you remained, still sitting right next to each other. As you laughed and talked amongst yourself, you saw how Hyun Ju’s body language changed to a more relaxed state. It made you feel happy that she was acting more comfortable around you. “It’s late,” she said, snapping you out of whatever trance you were in. Maybe it was the scent of her vanilla perfume, or the exhaustion from working a long and busy shift. “Oh, yeah. I’m really glad you came, you’re welcome anytime.” the two of you packed up your stuff, making your way out of the coffee shop. You explained to her you only lived a block away and would walk but she would not accept that. She pointed towards her car, pleading for you to just let her drive you home. Finally, you gave in. Climbing into her car your senses were hit with a strong scent of her perfume and it made you dizzy in the best way.

The ride was quick, and mostly silent except for you giving Hyun Ju a few directions. You pulled your bag onto your shoulder, quietly thanking her for the ride. She hesitated for a moment as if she wanted to ask something, and you took that as your cue. You leaned over the center console, wrapped your free arm around her broad shoulders and pulled her into the best hug you could manage. She froze at first but you felt her return the gesture. You both remained like that for at least a minute or two, and it was her who finally broke the embrace. Looking into your eyes she asked, “would you like to get dinner tomorrow night?” Your head was bobbing up and down so quickly you knew you looked silly, yet you didn’t care. “That would be so much fun! Just text me the plans, I’m off work tomorrow.” and with that you exited the car, waving as you walked into your apartment building.

a/n: hope you enjoy! writing for hyun ju is some much fun, i love her so much. part two in progress!!

[theartofwoompwoomps]

Who you belong to

Tfp Starscream x human reader

Summary: you’ve been kidnapped and even though you’re not trying to escape your relation with Starscream is interesting? (Spoiler he gets jealous) note: this is going to be a series which explains the slow burn or unnecessary drama lol also this is gender neutral but your called gurl as a saying not as gender

Pt.1

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You’d think it’d be much more entertaining having powerful evil aliens holding you hostage. 

But it’s already been a few weeks since you’ve been taken, and this place is driving you crazy.

There’s not much to do, especially after realizing everything is a whole lot more inconvenient at your size.

Thankfully, Starscream had some decency of bringing entertainment or things that could distract you, but after of a few days or hours it always lost its appeal.

Sighing as you lay on his berth, time seems to really like taking its sweet time. Without Starscream around the place was really quiet. 

As depressing as it sounds, you at least had one thing to look forward to. 

You see, there’s a few other humans on the nemesis. And after Soundwave found out humans need social interaction for good health, it became the norm to bring all the humans together once every two weeks. 

Of course their mechs were supervising, mainly because they distrust the other decepticons, but hey, the peace hasn’t been broken yet.

Feeling giddy at knowing Starscream will undoubtedly take you. Though he does it cause he likes to brag about his human caretaking skills.

And cause he likes seeing you happy, but you don’t have to know that.

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The berth room’s doors slid open announcing your mechs arrival.

Hopping up from your laying position, you go to greet him, “Welcome back Lord Starscream.”

He enters, looking down at you as he offers you to climb his servo. 

You climb on, yet to receive a response. He looks different… not physically rather, his actions. He’s just looking at you. 

His optics making small movements as they analyze different parts of you. 

Well he doesn’t seem mad, you think, but it’s uncanny how un-chatty he’s being.

“…um, is everything alright?”

His optics make contact with your small eyes, you see his optical ridge, aka brows, frown making him look sullen.

Seeing no verbal response you decide to sit as you continue to look at him as well.

And as you are on his servo, he uses a digit to stroke, more like poke, your back. Your skin pricks as a small shiver goes down your spine. 

After awhile he closes his eyes letting a breath out. “Pet human,” oh surprised he’s speaking to you, “ I have not forgotten the arrangement for you humans today. We shall make our presence there soon.” 

Heading towards the gathering he exits his berth with you on hand.

Normally you both would be excited for the potential gossip but your bot is definitely more tired than amused. 

Upon arriving, you see almost everyone is here. He walks past the others, heading towards the large table. All the humans were there, it’s technically a giant barbie house but you’re not complaining.

Lowering his servo, you hop off once near. “Hey Pet, today’s visit will be short so make the most of time with your humanly things.” Sending him a nod before walking off you go to greet the others. 

Much to starscreams enjoyment, one of the humans who is closest to you is knockout’s pet.

You both tended to have the juiciest information, and he just so happened to be in mood for entertainment. 

Trying to stay close, he stays right where he can hear you but not be seen by you.

“ Eavesdropping so soon Screamer?” 

Groaning as he turns to face the medic, sees his smirk as he walks closer to him. 

“You know your human isn’t going anywhere right.” Starscream rolls his optics in annoyance, 

“Please, your far more protective of these pets than you let on. Besides Doctor, your the one whose been nagging my way of caretaking my human.”

Shrugging as he agrees, both bots continue in conversation as their humans do so as well not that far from them.

Honestly both weren’t really paying attention to y’all until the heard a specific phrase.

“What do you mean (name)? You for real haven’t ever thought of being in another bots care?”

He perks a brow at that, even Knockout pauses his sentence to hear.

“I didn’t think it was an option, so it never really crossed my mind. Have you thought about that?”

Now knockout is as close as starscream, both tilting their helms to get better audio. “Gurl please, with a bot as hot as knockout I ain’t ever going nowhere.”

Hearing your chuckle he also sees the visible grin growing on the medic’s face. Oh boy his ego is showing again.

“But be fr, even if you hadn’t thought about it before, if you could, who would you choose to be your caretaker?” 

Your silence makes him tense. 

He not really sure what you thought on the matter. Heck— he’s not too sure what he thinks about you.

“Hmm, well you didn’t hear this from me, but I’d go for Soundwave—“ “What?! There’s no way!” They gasp out hearing your response. Starscream also having to hold back his own gasp as you continue, “Cmon can you judge me? their human basically lives in luxury.”

“True dat, true dat.”

The conversation continues with both of y’all sharing reasons of how great he is.

But he’s great too.

Even better than that silent freak. Feeling a pang in his spark, anger creeps as he hears that out of all the bots Soundwave is your preferred bot?! Technically you didn’t say that

“Woah calm down Starscream, your vents are going crazy. And just a reminder they are talking hypothetically not reality.” 

But he just feels more infuriated, “I am calm.” Sure, but his tone told a different story. 

The medic backs off as Stars goes to pick you up, literally…

“Hey! This is a bit uncalled for you know !” 

He just grunts out a response too low for you to hear. You would have said something else, but judging from how tight he’s holding you he is definitely pissed.

Arriving back to his berth, which felt like an eternity to get to he places you down in your human corner before mass displacing.

Watching him transform is always mesmerizing, but seeing how angry he is as he approaches you is more menacing than mesmerizing.

“Woah, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for whatever I could have done to have made you upset.” You slowly back up as he just continues to scowl...with a smile? An angry smile??

And he’s not stopping. He keeps walking towards you.

And that little thing called instincts makes run like crazy especially after hearing his own pedes speeding after you ,

“Get back here pet!”

You screech as you dodge a servo using the couch as defense.  “Nuh uh, I don’t even know why you’re mad at me !”

He scoffs but not necessarily at you, “Mad at you? No. Im upset with someone else who has messed with what is mine.” 

“Huh? Then why the hell are you chasing me for?!” 

He doesn’t respond as  he continues to chase you around the couch, but this time you don’t miss the small laugh on his face as he almost reaches you. 

You let out at snicker as he slipped on the rug, and you quickly rushed to the other side of the couch from where he is.

Though his disheveled self sprawled on the ground made you burst out laughing. 

Groaning as he gets up, holding his helm, he mischievously smiles at you, “You little rascal.” 

Jumps at you without a care that the couch is in between knocking you both to the ground.

You also groan as your body hits the floor. He landed on top of you, thankfully his structure avoided actually squeezing you to the ground. 

Though now he has you trapped.

“Geez, give me a warning next time.” And even though he also feels a bit of pain from the action, he simply snarks back playfully, “At least now I know I have all your attention.” 

“What? That’s sounds a bit silly, is that really necessary?”

“Well I can’t have Soundwave taking up any space in your tiny head that belongs to me.” You look at him in shock, “That’s what this is about?!” 

He frowns a bit as he explains himself, “I heard what you said about him. Not mention I also know you’ve been hanging around him a lot more recently.”

He inches his face plate closer. “But there’s one thing I want you to have clear.” You close your eyes feeling the warm air from his vents.

“No,” his servo holds your face, “Look at me as I tell you this.” You resist the urge to squirm feeling a bit uncomfortable at the change mood.

“Remember pet, you belong to me.”

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Masterlist

[asgard23]

Nothing Left To Fall From Part 3

Thor x Reader

Warning: mentions of rape, depression, trauma, angst, fluff, smut, inaccurate timelines.

Be prepared for lots of flashbacks lol

PT.1,PT.2

As you stepped off the Bifrost, you felt like you were waking from a long sleep into a world that hadn’t forgotten you. The air was fresher here, vibrant. You inhaled deeply, feeling as though this air might fill the vacant spaces within you.

Beside you, stood Thor. He had been gentle, offering his arm, explaining the journey, never pushing you to speak more than you could manage. Thor introduced you to Heimdall as he stood at the entrance like a sentinel. He was a man whose presence commanded respect. He nodded a greeting to both of you, his eyes seeming to look right through the surface. You felt small under his watchful eyes, as if he could see the fears you clutched tightly in your chest. You returned his nod, trying to summon strength, even though you felt like a mere shadow beside the brilliance that was  Asgard.

Thor’s arms wrapped around your shoulders as he guided you through the realm of the gods. The streets unfolded before you, golden spires reaching for the sky, mingling with laughter and energy. Asgardians moved around you, their vibrant robes swaying like leaves in a happy breeze. Their laughter rang like music, but to you, it felt like a reminder of a joy that had somehow slipped through your fingers. You clutched the simple bag containing the few things you’d brought, feeling profoundly out of place amidst such brilliance and like an impostor in their midst.

“Welcome home,” Thor said so gently it caused your blood to flow. 

Just then, Queen Frigga approached, embodying a presence that made everything else seem to quiet down. She was elegance personified, with an aura that spoke of eons of regalty. There was something about her that made you feel instantly at ease, a maternal aura that sent your emotions tumbling back to a time you thought you had locked away.

You transported back to the moment your world shifted forever. The day those dreadful aliens had torn through your life, leaving destruction in their wake and robbing you of your parents. Their faces were now just distant images in your mind. You remembered how, amidst that chaos, the Fantastic Four fought valiantly, inspiring you with their courage. They had become the beacon of hope for you as an orphan, showing that even in the darkest of times, heroes could rise.

That inspiration had forged your path. You channeled your pain into becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, vowing to protect others from experiencing the same heartache. You wanted to ensure that no other child would be left alone in a world so perilous. As you honed your skills and crafted your purpose, you found a family in the Avengers.

Caught in your thoughts, you were gently pulled back to the present. Queen Frigga’s gentle smile broke through your reverie, and for a moment, it felt as if she could sense the tumult of emotions swirling within you

"Ah, Thor, you return. And you have brought our guest," she said. "So, you are the Midgardian my son speaks about."

You looked instinctively towards Thor, and your eyes widened slightly as you noticed his face. A sudden, deep crimson had bloomed his cheeks, something you weren't used to seeing from his usual confident demeanor. Your stomach filled with butterflies. He seemed intensely focused on a point somewhere on the ground.

Frigga chuckled as she stepped closer, taking your hands gently in hers. "It is true," she said, her gaze sweeping over you with open admiration. "You are radiant, Lady Y/N. A beauty indeed."

If Thor's face had been red before, it now seemed to take on the color of a tomato. He cleared his throat and shifted his considerable weight. "Mother, please," he muttered, running a hand over the back of his neck, his ears now matching his cheeks. He looked everywhere but at either of you.

Frigga raised an eyebrow playfully, a smile touching her lips. She still held your hands, her gaze  dancing with mirth as she addressed her son. "You seem suddenly quite warm, are you well?" she jested, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Thor shifted his weight again; he seemed to shrink by half under his mother's gaze. He avoided your eyes carefully. "I am... perfectly well, Mother," he managed. "The air is simply... err... thick today. Perhaps a little... humid."

Frigga's smile widened, but she mercifully turned back to you. She gave your hands a gentle squeeze. "Welcome, Lady Y/N. Our home is your home," she says sincerely.

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Frigga, being the graceful host that she was, had ensured every detail catered to your comfort fresh flowers bloomed in pretty vases, servants to tend to your wants and needs. You often found yourself gazing out at the sweeping views of Asgard’s shining spires, the endless sky stretching.

"Are you ready, Lady Y/N?" Thor asks, the usual charm radiating from him, filling the doorway of your solar. You grin so wide your cheeks ache. This has become your daily normal. Every single morning, without fail, Thor is there.

He’s there to sweep you into a new adventure across the city or elsewhere. He’s there when the darkness threatens to crowd in, sitting quietly by your side, sometimes holding your hand if you let him, other times distracting you with tales of his youth. He’ll stay with you in your room for hours if you need him to, creating a bubble of safety around you that you hadn’t realized you desperately needed.

Gradually, dark circles began to lessen. Color returned to your complexion, replaced by a healthy fullness. You smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Sleep came easier, the nightmares less frequent, less vivid. The torture of the betrayal of Nat and Bucky and their sounds of pleasure that used to cause you agony still surfaced, but it no longer consumed you completely. Time truly does heal, and months passed by in the blink of an eye.

You began to notice the small wonders. How the sun hit the leaves in the Royal Gardens, painting everything in gold and emerald. Or how you initiate spending time with others. And then…you began to notice Thor.

You'd see him talking animatedly with guards, sharing a laugh with servants. But what really snagged your attention, was when he was around children. You remember from just days ago,you were both in the main courtyard. A group of young kids, probably noble-born based on their fine clothes, were chasing a colourful, winged creature. They were giggling, just out of reach. Thor saw the scene, and a huge grin split his face.

He dropped a scroll he was holding onto a nearby bench and crouched down, lowering his massive frame to their level, his cape pooling around him. He joined in and started making silly, monster noises, carefully lumbering after the children, pretending to be slow and clumsy. One little girl squealed and ran towards him, hiding behind his leg. He gently wrapped an arm around her, his hand huge compared to her little shoulder, and peered around his leg with exaggerated dramatic effect.

For a split second, the world tilted. The courtyard shimmered, replaced by green grass under a different sky, a familiar, slightly humid Earth breeze. The sound of Thor's laugh faded, 

You were sitting on a park bench, watching Bucky. He was a little distance away, near a small playground structure. Steve had somehow wrangled them into chaperoning a field trip for some kids from a youth center he volunteered at. Bucky had been awkward at first, visibly tense when the kids eyed his metal arm with fascination. But then, one brave little boy, maybe six years old, had tumbled off the bottom step of the slide, landing with a surprised 'oof!'. Before you or the supervisor could react, Bucky was there. He didn't scoop him up roughly like a soldier would. Instead, he dropped to one knee, getting right down to the boy's level. He checked him over carefully, his eyes scanning for tears or scrapes.

"Hey, buddy," Bucky said softly. "You okay? That was a bit of a fall."

The boy sniffled but nodded, pointing to his knee. " scraped it a little."

Bucky nodded slowly. "Yeah, looks like it. Been there." He reached out his flesh hand, not the metal one, and offered it. "Want a boost?"

The boy hesitated for only a second, then took Bucky's hand. Bucky helped him up gently, steadying him. As the supervisor hurried over with a first-aid kit, Bucky stayed crouched there, his guard just... lower than you usually saw it.

You stood up from the bench and walked over, standing near him.

"Sergeant Barnes, making friends?" you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips.

He glanced up at you, that hint of vulnerability still in his eyes before he masked it slightly. "Someone's gotta look out for the troops," he said, but there was no sarcasm.

The little boy, now getting a SpongeBob band-aid applied by the supervisor, looked up at Bucky again. "Is... is your arm strong?"

Bucky looked at the metal arm for a moment. "Yeah," he said simply. "It is."

Instead of just answering, he carefully extended the metal arm just a tiny bit, bending the fingers slowly. "See? Just a really fancy arm." He wiggled the fingers slightly.

The boy's eyes widened. "Whoa."

Another couple of kids, bolder now, crept closer, eyes fixed on the limb.

Bucky didn't flinch away. He stayed put, letting them look, answering their questions. He even tapped the metal against the palm of his flesh hand softly, making a quiet 'thunk' sound, which earned more 'whoas'. He was showing them it wasn't scary, that it was just part of him.

He looked up at you again, a shy smile forming. "They're pretty cool kids," he said, his voice even quieter now.

"You're pretty cool with them," you responded, your own smile gentle. You reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. "See? Big softie under all that metal and brooding."

His smile deepened slightly. He didn't say anything more about himself, but his gaze held yours. Watching him connect so unexpectedly, so gently, with these little humans, your heart had nearly exploded. He was capable of so much kindness that he never gave himself credit for.

You blinked, the Asgardian courtyard snapping back into focus. Thor was hoisting the little girl onto his shoulder, carefully, so she could reach out and just touch the winged creature that had finally landed on a nearby railing. 

The differencet from the flashback wasn't in their actions, both big, powerful men lowering themselves patiently showing children something new or comforting them. No, the difference was the feeling the flashback now brought. It was bittersweet. The memory of that Bucky was so good, so full of promise.

But that Bucky had also been the one who had broken you. The gentle hands that steadied a child. They also belonged to the same man who had tangled in the sheets with your best friend. The image of Nat and Bucky, the sounds that had haunted your nightmares for months, rushed back, less potent than they used to be, but still a cold splash of reality.

That tender Bucky? He was a memory. A painful lesson about how easily things could shatter. He belonged in the past, filed away with the agony he'd caused.

You looked at Thor again, still laughing as the little girl giggled on his shoulder. There was no shadow in his eyes, no haunted past clinging to him in the same way. And as the days past that became refreshing.

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It’s incredibly sweet, almost overwhelming, to feel the sheer level of care he pours into you. It makes a tiny, hopeful part of you wonder... could he possibly have feelings for you? No, you immediately shut that thought down. That couldn't be right. Absolutely not.

Yes, you and Thor had always shared a connection that had even managed to make Bucky green with jealousy. Thor seemed to see things in you that you couldn't even perceive in yourself. But surely that was just his kind heart wasn’t it? He was just being a good friend, a welcoming host. Surely the God of Thunder couldn't possibly fancy you? A mortal still picking up the shattered pieces of her life?

Your thoughts are pulled abruptly from their anxious spiral as Thor clears his throat,”Come, Y/N! There are others eager to make your acquaintance."

He steps aside, gesturing down the hallway, and a rush of anticipation mixes with a heep of nerves in your stomach. He talks about them often, his friends, the Warriors Three and Lady Sif. He's told you they're eager to meet the mortal Thor speaks about so often. You take a deep breath and step out of your room, Thor falling into step beside you.

The Hall of Heroes rang with laughter and the clatter of tankards. Thor's arm was light on your back as he steered you towards a knot of figures gathered around a table filled with food and drink.

"Friends!" Thor exclaimed, easily cutting through the revelry. The group turned, "I have brought the one I spoke of! Y/N, meet my dearest companions!"

He gestured expansively. "Lady Sif, Hogun, Volstagg Volstagg slapped his considerable belly and bent slightly to greet you. "And Fandral the Dashing." Fandral swept into a low, dramatic bow that made the others chuckle.

"The pleasure is entirely mine," Fandral said, straightening with a glint in his eye, directed at you. "Though Thor's descriptions scarcely did you justice. He mentioned courage, yes, but neglected to mention such... beautiful company."

You felt heat creep up your neck, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. It was smooth, maybe a little cheesy, but delivered with such confidence, it was hard not to be charmed. "Thank you, Sir Fandral. You're too kind."

"I am merely stating the truth,M’Lady" he said smoothly, adjusting his stance to lean against the table, his gaze lingering longer then Thor would like.

Volstagg roared with laughter. "Ho ho! He speaks of the truth! A rare occurrence for Fandral when a beautiful face is present!" He scooped up a whole roasted bird leg. "Welcome, friend Y/N! Is the food on Midgard truly as... flavourless as Thor sometimes claims?"

"Volstagg, you have eaten a shoe and declared it only 'mildly disappointing'," Sif said dryly, stepping forward. Her eyes met yours.  "Ignore their jesting. Any who can keep pace with our Thor, or keep him from tumbling headfirst into trouble, is a friend to us. Welcome to Asgard."

Your chest fely airy, chasing away the familiar, tight knot of anxiety that often resided there the past few months. This feels... easy. It was like stepping back in time, momentarily forgetting the treachery, forgetting the chilling sensation of a stranger's touch. 

Thor chuckled beside you as he gently nudged Fandral with his elbow. "Leave off, Fandral. You will make our guest uncomfortable with your silver tongue so soon." His gaze met yours, and in his striking blue eyes, you could tell that he felt relief that you were here, that you were fitting in.

"Uncomfortable?" Fandral feigned shock. "Surely, Lady Y/N is accustomed to such... pleasantries?" He winked.

You just laughed finding his words amusing. "Not usually delivered with quite so much flourish, no," you admitted.

"A challenge!" Fandral declared dramatically. "I shall endeavor to increase my flourish."

Volstagg offered you the roasted bird leg he was holding. "Take! Eat! Do not let Fandral distract you from the proper sustenance!"

You took a bite, finding the flavor to be smoky. "This is incredible," you said around a mouthful.

"See!" Volstagg exclaimed, wagging a finger at Thor. "Midgardians do appreciate proper food! Your claims are scandalous!"

Thor just grinned, shaking his head. He rested his hand lightly on your shoulder again.

As the banter flowed around you. It reminded you of the rhythm at the Tower the found family that had mended so many broken parts of you before... before everything shattered. You missed them fiercely. You missed the way they looked out for each other, the way they belonged together despite being so different.

And here, with Thor's hand on your shoulder,you felt it again. That sense of belonging.

Gratitude overcame you; Thor had brought you here. His friends, his family, had opened their circle. You smiled a smile that reached your eyes, and turned slightly into Thor's side. And he immediately returns it.

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Later that evening, you find yourself walking alone in the palace gardens. You sit on a stone bench by a fountain, watching the water ripple, and the quiet allows the thoughts back in.

The lingering bitterness from the pain, and the shock that someone you loved and trusted so deeply could do that. It’s a wound you’re still figuring out how to close. And the other… the violation. It surfaces sometimes without warning. You’re learning to breathe through it, to remind yourself you are strong, you are not defined by what happened. Being here, in this place with Thor is helping. It’s like finding solid ground after being sucked up from an endless tornado.

You look up to find Thor standing there. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looks at you, his gaze soft.

"The quiet calls to you?" he asks.

You nod, offering a small smile. "Sometimes it's needed. To... process things."

He sits beside you, giving you space, the silence stretches, not awkward, but companionable. You feel safe enough to let some of the exhaustion show on your face, let your shoulders relax a little.

"They liked you," he says finally, breaking the silence. "My friends."

"I liked them too," you reply. "They remind me a bit of the team. It's nice to feel welcomed."

He nods, understanding graced  his eyes. He reaches out, hesitantly, and gently covers your hand where it rests on the bench. His touch sending a pleasant tingle up your arm.

"You are welcome here, Y/N," he says, his voice is deeper if that is even possible. "Always. Consider this your home now, if you wish it. We... I... am glad you are here."

You look into in his eyes, and your heart tilts. Maybe the God of Thunder could fancy you. 

You squeeze his hand lightly in return,his unspoken feelings that are becoming harder and harder to ignore. The night air is cool, the stars starting to appear, but sitting here beside Thor, you feel serenity. 

You were not alone anymore.

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Thor had told you of pools fed by ancient springs, blessed with magic that soothed the body and spirit. One evening, feeling the pull you sought out the legendary healing waters for yourself. You found one nestled in a secluded glade, the water glistened under the moonlight.

Hesitantly, you shed the beautiful Asgardian gown Frigga had helped you choose earlier that day. It felt liberating to be naked, exposed not to prying eyes or violent hands. You stepped into the water. It was surprisingly warm,melting away the last vestiges of tension in your muscles. You sank deeper, letting the water rise to your neck, tilting your head back to gaze at the star-dusted sky visible through the canopy of trees.

You closed your eyes. As you randomly thought of them..  You missed Nat. You would have loved to tell her about Asgard, about its wonders. And Bucky; you yearned for what had been, with mingled resentment. How much he would have loved Asgard, how he could have benefited from this peace. But that life is not possible anymore and it saddens you.

You opened your eyes.The water shimmered and danced around you as you shifted slightly. And yet you still felt... emptier in a good sort of way. Not just physically, but inside. Meanwhile Thor had been searching for you for the better part of an hour when he decided to search for you in the gardens. He saw you. Illuminated by the dual moon, water slick on your skin, your form outlined against the dark shape of the pool. Your hair, damp strands clinging to your neck and shoulders, framing your beautiful face. 

You were more then beautiful to him, radiant, like a star. He had seen countless wonders in his long life, faced creatures of unimaginable power, but none had rendered him quite so utterly speechless as you did. His breath caught in his throat. His gaze lingered, mesmerized, finding it impossible to tear his eyes away from the ethereal vision that was you.

"Radiant Lady Y/N," Thor said awkwardly, clearing his throat as he instantly spun around, presenting his broad back to you to afford you privacy.

You jumped, quickly sinking lower in the water to cover yourself. "Thor!" you stammered, your heart pounding, part surprise, part embarrassment.

"Forgive me for my... interruption," he said, his voice slightly strained, still not turning. "I... my mother and I were wondering where you had gone. We... both would be delighted if you joined us for supper."

A laugh escaped you. He was so flustered, so clearly mortified at having stumbled upon you. "Give me a moment," you said, feeling heat spread throughout your body that wasn't from the water.

You quickly retrieved your gown and dressed behind the cover of some large rocks. When you emerged, Thor finally turned, deliberately keeping his gaze above your shoulders for a moment before meeting your eyes. The awe from earlier was still there, mixed with relief that you weren't angry.

"You look... refreshed," he said, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I feel it," you admitted, a shy smile returning to your face. "Thank you, Thor. For bringing me here. For... everything."

He offered his arm. "It is my honor, Freyja's Gleam." The nickname, as strange as it was to you, it was another thing that never failed to make you smile about Thor.

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You were walking through the training grounds with Sif, watching Thor practice with Mjolnir. The power with which he wielded the hammer was mesmerizing. Sif, walking quietly beside you, felt your attention shift. She followed your gaze to where the God of Thunder was currently sending a controlled burst of energy into a practice dummy, leaving it smoking slightly but intact. She knew that look.

A smile played on Sif's lips as she turned her head towards you. "He watches you, you know," she said, nodding subtly towards Thor, who, as if on cue, flicked his eyes your way for just a moment before returning to his practice.

You blinked, your eyes still on Thor as he retrieved Mjolnir, the hammer settling back in his hand with a thud. A familiar warmth heated the back of your neck. "He does?"

"Constantly," Sif confirmed, her smile gaining a touch of amusement.  "He has for weeks now. It's rather obvious to anyone paying attention." She paused, her expression softening. "He cares for you deeply, Y/N."

You swallowed, what felt like lava down your nervous throat. You looked back at Thor, and this time, he was already looking. His practice seemed momentarily forgotten as he met your gaze across the training field. A smile spread across his face. He just... kept looking. You couldn't help but smile back. There was no need to pretend you hadn't been watching. Not when he was looking at you like that. And he refused to look away.

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Thor cooled down after training, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, Sif approached him. You were close enough to hear, pretending to be fascinated by a nearby display of weaponry, running a finger lightly over the cool steel of various blades and axes. Your ears, however, were straining to catch every word.

“She is blossoming here, Thor,” Sif said,as she gestured subtly towards you.

“Aye,” Thor replied. “Like a flower finally seeing the sun.”

You felt a strange flutter in your chest at the analogy. Finally seeing the sun? Had you been in the dark for so long?

Sif tilted her head, tracking your movements as you paused before an axe display. Her gaze on Thor was knowing. “You fancy her.”

Thor’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, clearly caught off guard. He looked across the courtyard at you, where you were now intently examining the handle of a warhammer, feigning deep thought. You were laughing at something Fandral, who had just joined you, had said, a sound that made Thor’s expression soften.

“Sif, I... she is the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said. “She is strong, even when she believes she is broken. She is kind, even after... after all she has endured.” His voice hitched slightly on the last words. “And she... she is smiling again, Sif. Truly smiling. Gods, I missed seeing that smile.”

You froze, your hand hovering over the carvings of the axe handle. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, truly, but their voices had carried, perfectly audible in the quiet yard. Thor...felt that way? He saw that? 

Sif’s expression softened, her playful prod giving way to that of annoyance. “Then tell her, you great oaf.”

He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “How can I? She has been through so much. She is healing. She needs stability. I am but a friend, Sif. To complicate things... it feels too much…. it feels selfish. ”

“And do you think hiding it is better?” Sif countered. “Letting her think she is alone in... whatever this is?” She nodded between you and Thor again. “Perhaps your feelings are not a burden, Thor. Perhaps they are something she, too, is searching for.

Thor looked down at his hands, flexing them. “But if I am wrong? If I misread this peace she’s found? If I push her away? I cannot bear the thought of causing her any more pain, Sif.”

“Pain often comes from silence and unspoken truths, Thor,” she said.. “Not from offering your heart. She deserves to know how you see her. How you value her. Let her decide if it is ‘too much’.”

Thor remained silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you across the training grounds. You stood still frozen.He saw the real you, beneath the layers of hurt. He cherished the smile you feared had been lost forever.

He cares for you deeply, Lady Y/N. Like a flower finally seeing the sun. She is strong... she is kind... she is smiling again.

You slowly lowered your hand from the axe, your mind reeling. The chatter of Fandral faded into the background. All you could hear was Thor's confession, the earnestness in his voice. He wasn't just a friend to you. And you... You realised your own feelings for him were growing far beyond platonic. Excitement came like a tidal wave, as the desire for something more suddenly hit you.

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In the feast hall laughter bounced off the high, gold ceilings,drunken joy loud and present. Stories were spun with exaggerated gestures that you learned were just the way of Asgardians. Songs filled the space between the clinking of goblets. You watched as Fandral had a woman nestled in his lap, ale spilling down his beard as he roared with laughter sitting next to you. 

You were laughing with Lady Sif, yet your gaze kept drifting across the room. Thor stood amongst the rest of his companions. You didn’t try to hide the hunger in your eyes when they met his. His gaze, almost scorching blue, mirrored your own. It was a game you’d been playing all night as mead filled both of your bellies.

You laughed, turning back to Sif as she drunkenly sung. But the laughter died in your throat when you looked back, finding Thor’s spot empty. 

Then a sudden heat bloomed against your back. A large hand settled on your waist. You knew the power behind that touch.

"My lady," Thor's voice hummed in your ear, slightly slurred, heavy with the scent of honeyed mead. "Might we speak for a moment? There is something I wish to show you."

Sif, seated beside you, nudged your arm, a smirk playing on her lips. "Finally!" she exclaimed, her words also slurred. "I've been waiting for the day you two finally break this tension. It's thicker than Odin's beard!"

Thor chuckled. His touch made you tingle in all the right places, a dangerous tremor that bypassed your brain and went straight to your stomach. "And what could possibly be so pressing that it requires a private audience, Thor Odinson?" you asked mockingly, turning to face him, trying not to gie way too much of your arousal.

"Indeed," Sif chimed, taking another swig from her tankard.

His eyes were now darkened. "Patience, my lady, is a virtue I have never possessed when it comes to you." He offered you a flash of his white teeth. "Come. The night is young."

Only a few moments passed. Months of pushing Bucky away, of battling your own demons, of feeling utterly lost and broken…it felt like a lifetime ago.

Sif looked between the two of you, her smile grew so big that you thought her lip would rip.

"Alright," you say breathlessly. "Lead the way."

The walk to his chambers was sensory overload. The music seemed louder, the laughter more boisterous, the colors of the patrons more vivid. You passed couples locked in passionate embraces, past warriors roaring songs of victory. You saw Heimdall raise his sword in a toast as they walked by. You registered the quick glances and the assumptive smiles that followed in your wake. The world around you blurred, fading into the background as you focused on the broad back in front of you.The noise of the feast faded as Thor guided you through the labyrinth like halls of the palace. The further you got from the obnoxious crowd, the more the anticipation rose. 

His rooms were magnificent, more like a personal hall. But the size did nothing to mitigate the tension that coiled tighter with every step you both took inside. He quickly moved to secure the door so that no one would interrupt whatever you two were about to partake in. You hardly had time to see any of the hall before he turned to face you, leaning on a table, he was a mountain of a man against the light, Godlike. Well, he was a God. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against yours. The kiss was sloppy as he nearly swallowed you whole. You returned it with equal fervor, deepening it as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

After a few moments he pulled away, his breathing ragged. "You know," his voice husky, "I saw you, bathing in the healing waters. You were naked. Utterly…beautiful. Like a vision sent from Freyja herself."

You hesitated as you took his words in. Part of you was shocked, indignant even. Another part...thrilled. To be admired… it was a sensation you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in so long.

"You were spying on me, Thor?" you asked, trying to inject a note of mock outrage into your voice, even as your pulse quickened.

He chuckled, deeply. "I would hardly call it spying. More like…admiration from afar. I could not help myself."

You let your inhibitions slip, fueled by the mead and the undeniable pull between you. "You know how many times I've envisioned climbing you like a tree, Thor?"

His eyes darkened, the blue almost disappearing into the pupils. "You must watch the words you say to me, Freya's gleam," his voice suddenly became tight. "I have little control whenever I am around you. I fear this mead has... weakened my will."

"Perhaps you shouldn't control yourself," you said, the words tumbling out before you could fully process them. This Asgardian liquid courage is glorious.

He let loose a sound, somewhere between a growl and a groan. He reached down and swept you into his arms, carrying you towards his bed. You were giggling, drunk and giddy, as he deposited you gently on the plush surface.

"My will weakens by the second," he breathed against your ear. "Is this truly what you desire?" His eyes were pleading for you to say yes.

"What is your will telling you to do to me in this moment" You pushed his hair back, looking at his intense, beautiful eyes as you lay down.

"To pleasure you, my Lady" with fervent hands, he began to unbutton your dress. Your dress was pushed over your knees, your shoulder stuck out of one of the straps. 

He leaned over you, his eyes searching yours. "Tell me to stop," he murmured. "Tell me you don't want this, and I will leave you be."

You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. You saw his will weakening fast and it did not scare you in the slightest. "Don't stop," you whispered, closing your eyes.

He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue connecting with yours. You moaned, your body arching towards his. He broke the kiss. Your vision swam as you saw him kneel at your feet. His blonde hair disappeared between your legs. 

He pushed your thighs apart, his breath warm against your skin. Your chest hitched as he dipped his head lower, he began nicking against your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider, far too desperate for more.

His tongue descended upon you as he swirled, tasting you deeply, humming in satisfaction. A moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. He lapped at you eagerly, swirling around to grasp everything he could get. You felt every bump and ridge of his tongue, electrifying sensations shooting through your body. He devoured you like a man starved, he used his tongue like it was it’s sole purpose of existing. He fucked you with his thick appendage, as he brought his thumb up to swirl around your clit.

You literally couldn't think about anything but what Thor was doing to you. You didn't notice how you didn't flinch away from the trauma when he touched you. How could you? He was much stronger than your super soldier ex. You used to love being manhandled by Bucky, but all you could think about is the innumerable ways Thor could use your body.

You were gone, lost in a world of your very own that the god of thunder created just for you. Your eyes crossed in ecstasy at the wetness of his tongue. The moment was so intoxicating, you felt as if you would ascend. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you moaned like a whore wantonly and generously which Thor soaked up.

You were close, so close. You wanted to let the pleasure consume you completely. You arched your back, pressing yourself against his mouth, begging for more.

Suddenly, you thought of Bucky and rejecting his advances. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to bury the memory, to focus on the here and now. He didn’t deserve even the slight tinge of guilt of being consumed by another.

You came so violently you nearly pushed his tongue out from how hard you were squeezing. Giving Thor a good idea of how you'd feel on his cock. You squeezed his head, your nails digging into his scalp. He didn't stop he just kept tasting, kept teasing, until you were gasping for air. You felt the climax causing you to shudder as his tongue greedily drank your release from your hole.

Overcome by your orgasmic drunken fatigue, the last thing you remembered was a blurry figure of Thor.

You closed your eyes and succumb to the darkness.

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The morning after wasn't gentle. Your head felt like a storm giant Volstagg told you about had set up an armory inside your skull, testing hammers against anvils. It was, perhaps, the single most intense hangover you’d ever experienced, the price of being a mortal foolish enough to drink Asgardian mead.

A soft knock preceded a few quiet figures gliding into the rooms you’d been given. Servants, bearing silver trays with steaming bowls of soup and cool pitchers of water. Lady Frigga, they explained softly, had insisted you have something for your... recovery, upon learning you wouldn't be joining the royal family for the morning meal. You thanked them, managing a weak smile, and they retreated, leaving you alone with the much-needed remedy and the quiet, persistent ache that went beyond your pounding temples. Eating with them would have meant facing Thor, facing the memory of the previous night, in the harshness of the day. You remember waking up in your room, although you fell asleep in Thor's chambers. You weren't ready. You had too many thoughts. 

You were tracing the rim of the soup bowl when a familiar, imposing shadow fell over you again. Thor walked towards you, his expression unreadable from where you sat huddled on the comfy cushions. The servants who had been tidying nearby bowed low as he gave them a slight nod, dismissing them without a word. The quiet stretched between you with unspoken words.

He stopped a few feet away, his gaze searching yours. “About last night, my lady, I must–” he began.

You stopped him, cutting him off before he could perhaps apologize. “I don’t,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. “I don’t regret it, Thor. I… I am just scared.”

He took a step closer, then another, before sinking onto one knee beside where you sat. Even kneeling, his god-like form still a hulking frame over you. He reached out, his large hand gently covering yours where it rested on the bowl’s edge. His skin was warm. His eyes spoke of passion as he looked directly into yours.

“Scared?” he prompted softly.

You felt the familiar tremor start in your hands. “Scared to feel anything like that again,” you whispered, squeezing his hand slightly. “Scared to trust it. After… after him.” The image seared behind your eyelids, your heart had cracked open and spilled out onto that training room floor. It had hurt in a way you hadn’t thought possible. And after last night it made you feel vulnerable and you wanted to feel literally anything else. Because feeling pleasure, feeling desired, feeling cared for by him... it felt like stepping onto ice already beginning to crack even if you are healing.

“He hurt you deeply,” Thor said, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. It wasn't a question. He saw it. 

You nodded, unable to speak for a moment. “More than I knew was possible. He wasn't the person I thought he was.” Your chest tightened.. “And Nat….” The second backstabber, maybe even worse in some ways, pierced you just as brutally. “To see them… together…” You trailed off, shaking your head. “And then… then I come here, and I feel… this.” You gestured vaguely between you. “And it’s… It’s terrifying. Because what if I let myself… let myself feel for you, Thor? What if I let myself fall, and it happens again? What if I break even more?” The words fumbled out.

“Lady Y/N,” Thor responds. “I cannot speak for the hearts of men, nor for the betrayals they may commit.” “But I can speak for this one.” He pressed your hand gently. “My heart… it has been drawn to yours for a long time. Long before last night.” He inclined his head slightly. He paused, swallowing. “To witness your commendable resilience, even when you feel broken, is an honor.” His voice was quiet now, you could practically see his mind reaching to gather his frantic thoughts.

 “And I… I do not regret it either. Not for a moment.” His eyes flitted between yours. “Nor do I,” he repeated. He seemed poised, ready to say more. “Lady Y/N, I–”

A firmer knock came. A servant, looking more urgent than the last came rushing in. “Excuse me, your majesty,” he said, bowing to Thor, then to you. “But Heimdall carries a message of importance. For you, and for the Lady Y/N.”

Thor’s expression tightened. He was clearly annoyed at the interruption, about to dismiss the servant, when you reached out and placed a hand on his arm. It was a gesture that caused him to pause—that caused him to melt. You needed a distraction from the precipice of your fear and from the intensity building between you and Thor.

“What is the message?” you asked.

The servant relayed a direct quote from the All-Seer. “It is from the Man of Iron, Lady Y/N. He says… ‘We know you needed space, but… things are complicated here. It's... we need you. The team...Y/N. You and Thor. We need you both home.’”

Dread tumbled past the lingering fog of your hangover. Home. To them. The team… yes, they were family. You missed the dynamic you used to have with Nat and the team, the chemistry you used to share with Bucky. But going back meant facing the two people who had done the unthinkable. It meant seeing Nat’s face, knowing she had slept with the man she knew you loved, the man you had loved. It meant seeing the man whose betrayal had left you with the bad kind of emptiness.

It leaves you wondering if the look in his eyes would hold regret, or something worse. You didn't know how you could possibly breathe the same air as them. But you also knew if Tony called you back, he wouldn't do it for just any reason. They needed you. Even if the cost of going back felt impossibly high. Higher than you knew if you could afford to pay. This return journey will be a test. It would reveal if the months spent in Asgard’s had truly mended you. So you decide that bothof you will return.

Besides……it was time to give them a piece of your mind.

@yourtypicalhuman09 @alebrasil0101 @honey-beeuwu @maxiipaddss @pattiemac1 @chalahyung01 @wintrsoldrluvr @missvelvetsstuff

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I Don't Wanna Live Forever Pt.2

Rhea Ripley x Fem Prostitute!Reader (Pt.1)

WARNING: ANGST, Depressive Episode, Harassment, Bar Fight, Violence, Confrontation, Confessions, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: Reader was Rhea's favorite girl to call on a Saturday night, but little did she know that the wrestler was falling harder and harder with each visit

A/N: Special Appearance by The Judgment Day!

Shed a couple tears over this, but it's cool

The radio silence was unbearable. It had been weeks and with each day that passed, I began to regret what I did more and more. If I'd truly done the right thing, why didn't it feel like it? Why did it feel like I'd just lost a part of myself losing her? I had only myself to blame, so it was unfair of me to be angry at her, but I was.

I was angry at the longing stares and the gentle caresses against my bare skin. I was angry at the inside jokes and little secrets that were shared beneath her sheets. I was angry at all the nights we spent in each others arms. All the things that got me in this mess in the first place, but most of all...I was angry at myself.

Angry that I was too much of a coward to tell her that her feelings were in fact reciprocated.

With where my head was at and how devasting everything was, I decided to completely resign from the service that was using me. In no world could I imagine continuing to be in other peoples beds, when all I wanted was to be in hers. Out of every low point I'd hit before, this was by far the worst one.

I could barely get out of bed without tears immediately streaming down my face. Days felt empty and nights felt suffocating like my body knew something was missing. Even simple tasks like eating and breathing had now become burdensome.

I didn't know whether or not I'd make it out of this one, but by some miracle, I was met with a chance at starting over.

An old friend of mine that used to work with me in the same service recently reached out upon hearing about my departure from one of the other girls. I found out, shortly after leaving, that she got a job at a bar closer to the city and that they were hiring new drink-runners. The pay was decent and I needed something to keep me busy, so of course, I said yes to being interviewed.

I sent in my resume, went in on Monday and the next morning, I got a call saying I was hired, which brings us to right now.

The night started of fine with me just serving the drinks and food, when I heard the bell signaling someone came in. It was a group of obnoxiously loud men that immediately had me and my friend rolling our eyes. I picked up some menus and reluctantly headed over to the table they chose.

"Welcome, what can I get started for you guys?", I say,

Placing down the laminated papers.

"No fucking way!", I heard one of them exclaim,

And when I turn to see who it was, my heart dropped. It was a guy that I previously serviced.

"Yes?", I asked,

Playing clueless.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't recognize me...or the fun little night we had"

I could tell by the way he slurred his words that he was incredibly drunk. His group immediately began snickering and raking their eyes up and down my body.

"I'm sorry, sir. You must be thinking of someone else"

"Nah, I'd recognize those tits anywhere", he declared,

Causing 'oohs' to echo from the table.

I held my composure and took a deep breath through my nose.

"Excuse me, gentlemen", I said,

Walking away and heading back to the bar.

"What's up?", my friend asked,

Seeing the irritated expression on my face.

"Old clients at table 6"

"Ugh, again? Do they not have jobs? They're here every night"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, you haven't been scheduled past 8 yet, so you were lucky enough not to run into them", she explained,

"Well, I guess I'm shit outta luck now", I joked.

And as if the universe couldn't have had worse timing, another group walks in and the sinking feeling in my chest had now become a burning sting.

"Wait, isn't that-"

Before my friend could get her words out, I immediately hid in the kitchen. I hear her calling out to me as I left, but didn't bother turning back to look.

Out of any place on earth and out of any bar, she just had to show up at the one that I work at? This had to have been some sick joke. What was I meant to do now? It's not like I could just leave and risk getting in trouble on my second week.

I stayed still a few minutes to recollect myself and once I was successful, I take in one last deep breath, before heading back out.

"You've got this", my friend reassured,

Handing me four menus.

I made my way towards her table and the closer I got, the harder it became for the both of us to ignore the other's gaze.

"Welcome, what can I get started for you guys?", I say,

Putting on my best customer service voice.

"I'll take chicken tenders", the one with the mullet answered,

"We both want steaks, medium rare", the tallest added on,

As I jotted down their orders.

"Alright and...for you, miss?", I asked,

The hesitance in my voice giving my nerves away.

"Just some gin for now", she answered,

Avoiding eye contact.

As painful as it was, I decided against asking any further questions at the risk of making things any more uncomfortable.

"Those should be right out", I nod my head,

Walking off, but as I was headed towards the serving hatch to put the orders in, I felt a hand grab my wrist.

"What time do you get off?", the asshole from earlier questioned,

Causing me to rip my arm away.

"Excuse you", I scolded,

Going to turn away, when he grabbed me by the arm next. I could feel the panic start to set in and my eyes start to water.

"Get off, seriously", my words trembled,

"Oh, what? Does the slut think she's too good for m-", his sentence was cut short by a tissue holder hitting the back of his head,

Causing him to fall over.

"She said get off", Rhea warned through gritted teeth,

"Handle this, I'm taking her home", she ordered her friends,

They all turn to each other smirking, before sauntering over to the table full of the guy's friends. They all immediately took off, leaving him behind to fend for himself.

"Come on", she urged,

"My shift isn't over", I shakily muttered,

She sighed, taking out her wallet.

"Dom, make sure to let the manager knows what happened and that (Y/N) went home", she instructed,

Pulling out a couple hundreds, before dropping them on the table.

"You got it, mami", he said,

Picking up the guy and dragging him outside with the help of the other two men.

"Wait, what are they-"

"Doesn't matter. Come on", she throws an arm over my shoulder,

Leading me outside and helping me into her car. The last thing I saw before driving off was the three men completely pummeling the guy into a pulp. Not to say he didn't deserve it, but, I still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The car ride wasn't much help either. Besides the quite hum that came from the engine and the passing cars, it was mostly silent. She must've noticed, as her hand gently gripped my knee in an attempt to calm me down.

"Are you hurt?", she finally spoke,

"My arm's sore", I answered hesitantly,

Causing her to let out a shaky exhale through her nose.

He did yank me pretty hard, so I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up to a handprint on me.

"We're almost at mine", she lets me know.

As if I didn't already recognize the street we were on. I mean I'd been down this road too many times not to.

"We're here"

She pulls into her driveway and gets out to open my door for me. She then leads me into the house, urging me to take a seat on the sofa.

"I'll get an icebag. Wait, here"

"It's fine-"

Before I could object, she had already left the living room.

The tension was so apparent, I felt it in my bones. She was cold and guarded, but I had no right to fault her for it. I was the one who ended things and now, I had to lay in the bed I made.

She returns with the ice and lifts my sleeve to press it against the bruise, causing me to wince at the ache.

"Who was that guy, anyways?", she questioned,

"An old client. I don't work there anymore though"

For the first time this whole evening, her eyes finally met mine.

"What?"

"I quit last month. I couldn't do it anymore", I admitted,

As her gaze softened.

"Why?"

"It's not important", I tried to brush off,

"(Y/N)"

"It doesn't matter-"

"(Y/N)", she called sternly,

Causing tears to prick at my eyes.

"Did someone hurt you?"

"No-"

"Then what?"

What was I meant to say? That I was the cause of my own hurting? That I left the only life I'd known because someone showed me that I deserved better than that? That that person was her?

"Then...what?", she pressed further.

With a single tear rolling down my cheek, I finally confessed.

"Because of you", my voice waivered.

Her eyes widened, as she slowly put the icepack down.

"Since the last time we spoke, I've been going through the worst time"

A tear rolled down my cheek and my entire body began to chill. Her brows met in a sadness that was too deep to describe.

“I thought I could get over it, but I couldn’t have been more wrong and it didn’t hit me till I left your house”

“Then why did you?”

“I…”

It was as if all the words were caught in my throat with no way out.

What was I meant to say? What could I say? Anything I thought of wouldn’t excuse the way I’d walked out on her. I would be lucky if she could’ve even look me in the eyes again, much less forgive me.

“I was a coward”

She shakes her head, averting her gaze down to her lap.

“So much so that it made me lose you”

I hear a sigh and I couldn’t decipher whether she was disappointed or annoyed.

“I should’ve stayed. I should’ve given this a fighting chance. It was unfair, cruel and undeserved. You were the first person to show me kindness and it scared me. I didn't know how to receive that kind of care and I know that isn't an excuse, but that was the reason and I can't tell you how sorry I am"

The silence was the most painful part. It sent knives straight through my chest and there was nothing I could do to alleviate that burn.

“I understand if you want me to leave. I deserve that”, I sobbed,

Picking at the lose thread on my uniform, when she takes my hand.

“I don’t want that”, she finally spoke,

"You leaving did hurt me and it was something that I thought I'd be angry for, but...I wasn't. I was sad. Sad because I thought you didn't care for me the way I cared for you. You were my favorite part of every single waking moment. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talk, the heart you have, I've never seen anything like it"

I felt every piece of me break with each word.

"This whole time, that's all I could think about. That you didn't feel the same", she continued,

Gathering her own tears now.

"Rhea", I muttered,

Taking her face into my hands.

"You don't understand how much I love you"

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THE AVENTURINE FIC 😭😭 OH GOSH IM CRYING 😭😭

i’m so sorry, anon! here this should make it up 😭😭 the devil knows you're dead

pairing. aventurine x reader

tags/tw: fem!reader, references to a complicated childbirth, mother!reader, father!aventurine, spoilers to aventurine's real name, spoilers in reference to 2.1 trailblaze questline, aventurine’s nihilism and depression, references to death, hurt/comfort, ooc aventurine probably, i make shit up at the end because i want a happy ending—bite me.

sfw

a/n: ouchie. i finished 2.1 and it hurt. it hurt a lot. the ost for the “all the sad tales” is genuinely so beautiful. the trumpet just feels so melancholy yet hopeful it just goes so perfectly with aventurine’s story. but i need something that feels good now. ABSOLUTELY NOT PROOF-READ pt. 1

“As long as you are alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.”

It was cold. Cold and warm. Almost feverish feeling. The type of feeling you’d get when you were freezing but your skin was hot to the touch. There was this frustrating beeping noise somewhere off in the distance that you just couldn’t tune out, finally you opened your eyes to see a sea of darkness, and seemingly at an unreachable horizon, a large circle of white light that looked like a gate.

“You’re not dead, if that’s what you’re wondering,” a voice came from beside you. How you didn’t realize there was a whole person standing next to you, you had no clue.

“Well, that’s not originally what I was going for, but now I’m a bit worried I might be,” you laughed, nervous, but curious all the same. This… person you couldn’t quite make out an exact face, or even a body for that matter, but ther was this distinct feeling that it was in fact a person. Like your instinct knew, but your brain couldn’t quite fill in the details.

“This is a place beyond mortal comprehension, if I tried to explain it to you, you would only be more confused. Walk with me,” the entity said, and without even willing your body to do so, you followed. Ripples emanated from each step as you followed and soon the inky void around you melted into an unfamiliar planet.

The sky was a deep purple, streaked with red that looked like lighting that crackled along the sky. Instead of the fluid, black ground, sand now shifted as you moved foward. Inside a small hut made of rock, you saw a woman cradling a swaddled child.

“Such a lucky child, such a blessed child… Just like your name. A gift from THEM to Avgin… my boy…”

You turned to the figure beside you and hesitantly asked, “Where are we?”

“A land of rock, but not water, lightning, but not rain, blood, but not tears,” the entity responded cryptically, which only caused a crease in your brow. You went closer to the mother in the hut and sat next to her. She whispered a blessing onto her child, but none of the words made sense to your ears. Similar to the entity, it’s like your brain scrambled them from your understanding.

The mother cried. You tried to wrap your arms around her to comfort her but only phased through her like a ghost. The baby too began to cry.

Then, the scene changed again, suddenly it was a cell with iron bars. A blond young man sat next to you. The blond’s gaze was downturned, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.

“—Thirty tanba… that’s all my life is worth.”

“That’s not…” you said, but realized it was all in vain. You tried again to take Kakavasha’s hands into your own. You wantd to take the cuffs off his wrists and cradle where the skin was rubbed raw.

“It's all or nothing…”

“Kakav—agh!”

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Your mind felt clouded, a searing headache, followed by an inability to even pin down a coherent thought. The scene shifted once more.

“What’s going on!” you shouted at the figure that stood only silently next to you, crippled on the ground, clutching at your head, fingers pressing in to try to find the spot that would alleviate this awful pressure.

When your senses were no longer blinded by pain, you were back to that inky void you started in, but this time you weren’t alone. Not far away, maybe twenty feet or so, was your Kakavasha, and a woman you didn’t recognize.

“Why are we born into this world if it's just to die?”

You stumbled to your feet to try to run to him, but with each step closer he only got further away. He walked towards that gate of light. In your head, you heart was pounding faster and faster. You failed to catch up to him. He only got further and further away until he disappeared like fireflies dispersing into the night, “Kakavasha! No—!”

Utterly devastated, you sunk back onto your knees. You didn’t know why but you had this distinct feeling of loss. Tears rolled from your eyes freely. He… he wasn’t gone surely? The entity’s presence reappeared next to you.

“Why did you show me all of this,” you asked, not sure if you actually wanted an answer.

“Because you need to go back,” the entity answered and your jaw locked, gritting your teeth so hard they hurt.

You screamed into the void, “You’re the one who brought me here!”

“I never call anyone to me… you mortals believe that it is US that determine when your time to go is… but in truth it is your own doing, whether it is your body or your mind that gives up first,” the entity said, “It is only the strength of your will that will allow you to continue down your destined path… but many give up on that path and someone else must be chosen.”

“What does this have to do with me,” you snapped. “Why are you meddling in my life? What does Kakavasha have to do with this?”

“Kakavasha still has a long road ahead of him. I have supplemented his journey all his life. It was only recently he was able to live on his own will,” said the entity ”Your body is giving up. I do not have the power anymore to keep him alive. That lies with you.”

Your surroundings melted again. You were in a hospital room and on the bed was you. Eyes closed and steadily breathing, but your heartbeat was weak. The annoying beeping from before was louder and more prominent.

“You wanted to help him. During his past, you reached out each time. There is nothing you can do about that now, but the future and the present… you still have a choice.”

Laying a hand on your unmoving body, there was a slight resistance, but with just a bit more pressure you felt as if you could phase through it entirely.

“What do I need to do,” you asked the entity.

“Live.”

You furrowed your brow at that. Of course you wanted to live… right? The entity gestured for your hand, you obliged. Against your palm was an oddly soft feeling. Warm. Like a mother’s touch against your’s. Your palms pressed together, the entity spoke,

“May the goddess Gaiathra close HER eyes three times… Keep your blood eternally pulsing… Let your journey be forever peaceful… …and your schemes forever concealed."

You lifted your head and your “body” began to disappear similar to how Kakavasha disappeared. Just before you disappeared into sparks of golden light, you had the sense about you to ask:

“Who are you?” you felt like you were shouting, but your voice was quiet.

“You could call me Fenge Biyos.”

You opened your eyes with a deep gasp for air. Your surroundings were blurry, and you rubbed at your eyes, only to realize Kakavasha was up, standing next to your hospital bed with an anxious expression, hands already grasping the one that was wiping crust from your eyes.

“You’re awake,” he choked out, holding you as if you would break, “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry I did this to you that I—”

“Kakavasha, slow down, what… why are you—no, don’t be sorry,” you finally found your words, sitting foward on the bed to wrap your arms around him. You racked your brain, trying to figure out what was going on. Your mind was still foggy, but finally that haze disappated and you remembered everything leading up to now.

“Kakavasha~” you hummed in a song-like tone, a small wrapped box with a blue and purple bow tied around it. You skipped over to his desk and wrapped your arms around his shoulders where he sat, and placed the gift in front of him, laying your head on his shoulder as your arms tightly hugged him. “I have a surprise.”

He smiled with a small laugh, “Doesn’t this usually work the other way around?” He pecked a kiss onto your check before pulling the bow off and opening the lid of the box, when he froze.

The smile on your face faltered bit when he didn’t say anything after a bit. The corners of it tightened into a more forced position, “Kakavasha? You’re gonna be a papa…”

The joy in his face from earlier had completely vanished. Only replaced by a stony, cold, poker face. He pushed his chair back and you stumbled into the wall behind. He gave you a tight smile and kissed your forehead before heading for the door and grabbing his hat. “I’ll be back later.”

With that, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving you at a loss as you fell into his chair, feeling suddenly so very empty in this large office alone.

He came back after that, apologetic for leaving you, but nothing felt truly right. He continued to reassure you that he did want to have this child, but it was a strenous time. The entire pregnancy was stressful. The doctors warned you that the level of stress you were under put you at risk for a premature birth, but you brushed them off. It was just the hormones, you were sure. Kakavasha still loved you. The ring on your finger should’ve been proof enough of that.

“How about the name Ilyas?” you suggested, laying your head on Kakavasha’s lap, “I was… looking at some databases about Avgin names and I thought that one was nice. What do you think?”

Aventurine hummed, but his mind seemed elsewhere. You let it go.

The next few months continued on in similar fashion.

But it all came to a head.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen. It had started off small. The hormones and the stress were getting to you. It was an off hand comment about him not fixing dinner, and you were tired and hungry from carrying around his child.

From there it had escalated. It turned into you were tired of feeling like you were walking on eggshells when you talked about the pregnancy. About how he was barely around for the appointments, and when he was he seemd emotionally distant… finally he exploded

“I never asked for this!” he shouted. “When did I ever say I wanted to be a father? Did you even ask me? Did you think about what I felt about this whole thing at all?”

You paused, feeling tears well up in your throat as a white-hot fear flashed through your body. You laughed, a hollow sound, “I’m sorry, Aventurine, I thought it took two people to make a baby? And you certainly made no attempt to use protection.”

He didn’t have anything to say about that. Even though the argument seemed over, you felt a nauseous feeling crawling up in your throat. Your tears felt like acid burning through your skin. Then a pain in your stomach. Your knees gave out and the last thing you remember was the scared expression on Kakavasha’s face before it all went dark.

“I was scared…. I was so scared that bringing another Avgin into this world would only bring misfortune onto you… that Gaiathra Triclops would take you from our child, just like my mother was taken from me,” he openly cried into your shoulder. “I took it out on you. I made something that should’ve been a beautiful experience something that was awful, and I understand… if you never forgive me for that but please…. please don’t leave.”

Now you were crying with him, one hand tangled in his blond locks and the other rubbing his back. Quietly, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, he whispered, “I can’t lose you too.”

You thought for a long time. In front of you wasn’t one of the Ten Stonehearts of the IPC. Not a calculating or cunning man, who’s only interest was in things that benefited the IPC’s bank accounts. In front of you was a broken man, who’d had everything stripped away from him when he was only a child. Who was shattered and forced to put his life back together with nothing but fear and anxiety as glue.

Did it excuse what he'd broken?

No.

“I’m here… I won’t leave Kakavasha,”

But maybe with time and effort, you could help re-glue each other with something a little more beautiful.

“Ilyas! Don’t run so far!” you called after a small blond haired child who was already ahead of you by a longshot, you turned exasperatedly to your husband, “Honey, can you go after him please? I don’t want him to get trampled by some idiot who’s not paying attention…”

The man only smiled at you, one hand firmly wrapped around your ever expanding waist, “It’s okay. There’s some of my squad that’s following him incognito. He won’t get out of our sights without them dragging him back. We can let him get his energy out. He’ll be cooped up in a hospital soon.”

You huffed conceded. Already tired from just getting through the theme park’s entrance. You were due in about two weeks, but Kakavasha was insistent that a week before you’d be under hospital supervision until you brought your second child into the world. It had taken about five years before the two of you had healed enough and there were roadbumps along the way… but you were both ready to give Ilyas a little sister.

But for now, the two of you wanted to let Ilyas have one more day as an only child. The reconstructed Penacony was nothing like the Dreamscape of the past. Fear and secrets no longer were trapped in the gilded cage of the former prison planet. With the help of the IPC and the Harmony, New Penacony was entirely real. No more dreams, just reality. They’d kept many of their old franchises and built a true theme park.

“Mama!! Picture! Let’s get a picture here before we go in!” Ilyas screeched, pointing at Clockie statue in front of the Clock Studios main attraction. You set a hand on Kakavasha’s arm, glancing up at him to try to get a read on what he was feeling. He’d let you in on the parts of his past that he’d kept a secret. The scheme behind Penacony, his proposed “death” and his encounter with his Past and Future.

He took a breathe and looked back down at you, giving you a smile that said “I’m okay” and relief flooded your bones. After walking you over in front of the camera, he crouched down and scooped Ilyas into his arms.

“Ready?” the cameraman asked and you nodded. After a brief countdown the camera flashed, and for a moment in that bright light, you saw the hopeful future that lied ahead.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 3

Pt. 2

Dhritarashtra

Boomer

Does not know what social media is used for

Only social media he uses is Facebook and WhatsApp

Sends 👌 and 👍 in response to everything

Old as fuck and partially blind

Thinks Duryodhan is gonna join the army since he's training so much (he won't, he just likes to have muscles and challenge bheem)

Gandhari

"A day in my life as a selectively blind person"

BLINDFOLD CHALLENGES LMFAOOOOOO

Here's ten reasons why I've never seen my children's faces

1. Judging from my husband's personality and... other things, they're probably ugly

Cutu cutu mom-daughter vlogs with dushala

Pandu

He's dead.

Don't ask me for anything he's just dead in this au that's all he is

Used to cameo on madri's channel a suspiciously large amount of time

Kunti

Wholesome cooking channel

With stories in the voiceovers

Does livestreams teaching people to cook

Internet mom for many teenagers countrywide

Randomly drops insane mom lore in the middle of cooking

"There was this one time I had to put my newborn kid up for adoption because I was 17 at the time and now he's adopted by a neighbour and also my nephew's boyfriend so if any of you know a good therapist please recommend."

Madri

Used to be on twitter only but she overshared too much and had to be making insanely long apology videos over it

Does QNAs only and people watch that just cuz she's such a problematic cunt

"Madri you said in one post that you were married but you've never mentioned your husband." "Madri you made posts about post partum depression but you never mentioned your kids."

Replies to this with a video explaining how she was having an affair with a certain influencer's husband and got pregnant with twins but then the guy died of a heart attack so she left his SINGLE MOTHER wife with two more sons

The people hate her for what she's done. She loves them for the clout they give her.

Vidur

He doesn't do social media. He does what people call "A Job".

Only on Facebook. Only there to bunk people who spread misinformation.

Also now on ao3

[kasagia]

❄️️Warm my heart pt. 2❄️️

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x fem! heartrender! reader Summary: December. Everyone in the Little and Grand Palaces is excited about the upcoming holidays. Only the Black General seems rather... depressed. Like every year when these holidays are coming closer. Maybe this year, since you've been promoted to his second-in-command, you can make the general's holidays a little more enjoyable? And you're not doing it because you're in love with him and you want to see him finally careless happy... not even a little bit. Written with sounds of: Chemtrails over the country club - Lana Del Rey Word Count: 3,5 k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @budugu ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 1 ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 3 ~•♤♤♤•~

Sneeze. You blow your nose into your handkerchief as quietly as you can and go back to writing. Another sneeze. You watch the tent flap out of the corner of your eye, ready for his return at any moment.

You caught a cold. Probably because you fell into a snowdrift with him and had… a moment there. You'd probably rather avoid all this. At least your heart wouldn't beat stupidly every time you were in his presence. And the stuffy nose and scratchy throat were just an irritating addition to your misery.

You sneeze loudly just as you hear his heavy-booted footsteps entering his tent. You mentally curse and close your eyes. You hear him brush the snow off his clothes before he stands still as he notices you. His burning gaze on your back almost makes you feel a little warmer.

"I'd like to say that I have right, but you look so poorly that even Ivan wouldn't have the heart to tell you that. Explain to me, in the name of the saints, what you are doing here instead of warming yourself by the fire wrapped in a blanket, preferably with a healer who will help you get out of this?" he asks, crossing his arms and wrinkling his nose at the pile of used tissues next to you.

"We ungrouped. Zoya took everyone with her except Fedyor, Mal, and Alina and went on looking for the stag." you grumble, pulling your coat tighter around you. "Besides, I haven't finished these papers."

"Why the hell did the tracker stay here instead of going with them?"

You shrug. "I guess he doesn't get along with Zoya. He said the stag got scared and found a hiding place to wait out the worst of the snow. He says we'll try again in a week, when it will stop snowing a little bit. I'm not surprised. If I were him, I'd also rather go back to the castle than chase the stag in the beginning of the raw winter."

"If you were him, we would have had a stag's bones in the Little Palace long ago, ready to be used when Alina mastered her powers. Besides, the boy distracts her. Not only does he delay our hunting, he also delays her training and doesn't let her use her full potential."

Jealousy settles unpleasantly inside you, digging a hole in your stomach. You should get used to it. Eventually, he and Alina will end up together one day and make a great couple. Sun and shadows. Light and darkness. Day and night. And other poetic shit like that. They were soulmates. One of a kind. No one could deny it.

"Maybe you're not as good a teacher as Baghra after all?" you say teasingly, trying to enjoy all the attention he was still showing you... at least until he realises that Alina is… extraordinary and is much more worthy of the position by his side. As his second-in-command, right hand, or… even someone much more, you could ever be to him.

"And you against me? My own deputy?" he snorts and walks over to the fire in the centre of the tent. You see the smirk stretch across his lips, and it instantly warms you, even before he even lights the fire.

"Baghra is specific, to say the least, but she is great at what she does. I don't know many people who would ever lose control of their powers after training with her."

"Believe me, I know such people…" he says thoughtfully. He stops lighting the fire and stares at the tinder in his hands. You feel the tension in his muscles and the quickening of his heartbeat as another of his memories comes flooding back to him.

Your heart clenches with grief and sympathy as you see his eyes darken under the heavy flashback. Without thinking, you walk up to him and take the tinder from his hand to light the fire yourself.

"When I was little, my brothers liked to camp in the forest and in the fields. We played soldiers who go to war and have to spend the night with only a sleeping bag and a tent. We had to find the rest ourselves. Our mother had a heart attack more than once when we returned late in the afternoon, dirty, freezing, and starving, but with such big smiles on her face that she didn't even shout at us. She left it to her father." you laughed as the first flames engulfed the logs in the fire.

"What happened to them?"

You're shaking. At first, you don't want to answer his question, but when you look up and see his gaze fixed on you, those dark eyes, so interested in you, you just... melt. Your heart is too weak to let this moment of his attention slip through your fingers.

"Fjerdans. They attacked my village and killed my parents. My siblings and I went to live with our grandparents, and a year later we were tested for Grishas. Only I was. They kicked me out of the house so quickly that I didn't even have time to pack. They did it themselves. My youngest brother took pity on me enough to put his stuffed animal in my bag. As a keepsake. We write to each other. I actually only keep in touch with him. But it's always better than being alone."

"You are not alone." he says it quickly, before he can even process your words, and places his hand on your shoulder, stroking it tenderly. "You... will never be alone, Y/N." he says with such confidence and tone of voice as if it was a promise he would never break.

He looked at you many times, but now. You feel something new in his gaze. A certain kind of tenderness, understanding, need for protection. And you bask in this feeling, as if in the glow of the warmest fire. The fire next to you isn't half as warm as his gaze on you and the touch you feel on your skin even under the layers of clothes you're wearing.

"I... I know." you whisper, hypnotized by the deep gaze of his dark eyes. "I have Fedyor, Genya, David, Alina. You. I found myself a new family. Maybe it's better to be nobody's daughter."

"No one will hurt you like your own family will." he sighs, nodding.

The crackle of burning wood is the only thing that can be heard in the silence that has fallen between you. His hand gradually moves from your shoulder to your neck, where he strokes your cold skin with his thumb, making you shiver.

"You're cold. We should warm you up. Where are your gloves and scarf?" he asks, shaking off the moment between you.

You feel him tense again and go to his bed to grab a black fur blanket and wrap it around you. You blush slightly, enveloped in his warmth and scent. You thank all the saints that he can't hear your heart beating fast… unless he felt your pulse when he caressed your neck with his thumb. Then you are fucked up.

"I left it in my tent. I was in a hurry to get here. I wanted to finish the paperwork as quickly as I could so as not to infect you." he laughs at your words and you frown, not knowing what's so funny.

"I don't get sick, milaya. Get some sleep. Maybe the tracker is skilled enough to track down an animal for dinner. I'll come back with some soup for you. Rest. General's order. I need my deputy to be fully healthy and ready to fulfil her duties. I believe the king will want to call a council as soon as we return."

He throws a pillow at you, which you catch, and he walks out of the tent, leaving you shocked and a little puzzled next to the fire. You immediately feel warmer, and the runny nose bothers you a little less as you allow yourself to lie down. Wrapped in its warmth and scent, you fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Your dreams are filled with him... warming you up in a completely different, more pleasant way.

You don't know how much time passes. You wake up feeling a little better. You look around the tent in a daze, remembering how you got here. The fire still burns, still warming you, but not like a warm blanket and coat. Their black, dark colour clearly indicates their owner.

The smell of something delicious fills your nostrils. Your mouth waters as you look at the huge bowl of warm soup.

"Why is it not a wonder for me that the only thing that can wake you up is food?" you hear his amused voice. You turn towards him. He is sitting at his desk; a candle is lit as he writes something. He lifts his head for a moment and gives you a quick glance. "Eat. You'll feel better."

You take the bowl, and after the first spoonful, you groan at the taste of the soup. "How come this is good? Our supply of spices is long gone; how did you season it?"

He can't help but laugh. He puts down his pen and leans back in his chair, looking at you, curled up in his blankets and coat by the fire. A strange feeling warms him from the inside, seeing you so... at home with him, and if it weren't for your wheezing and red nose, he would have no qualms about enjoying the sight. But he knew you were only here because you were sick, and his care was helpful. No one would willingly stay with him. No one has ever done this...

"I haven't lived in a palace all my life, Y/N. I know how to take care of myself in all circumstances."

"How bad will it be if I say this is better than what you feed us in the Little Palace?" you ask, wolfing down the soup. Somehow he can't help but giggle. The heat inside him continues to grow… maybe you were able to infect him after all?

"Do not get used to it. This special treatment ends when you stop making sounds with your nose with every breath you take. Besides, you snore, colonel." he says it with complete seriousness, but even he isn't strong enough to hide the mischievous smirk that appears on his lips as he watches the growing outrage and embarrassment on your face.

"I am not!" you say it indignantly and throw his pillow at him.

He catches it gracefully with a smirk and throws it next to you, far enough away that you can't reach for it without moving. You moan, but don't change your position. You're too blissfully warm to do that.

"Move up. You can't be in one position all the time. You'll get stiff."

"Won't you massage me, general?" you ask flirtatiously. Your behaviour surprises both you and him, but for some reason, your filter is off. You say what you think, and you don't hold anything back... you also feel very hot, which is both pleasant and a bit bothersome.

"Do not cross the border. I'm not your nurse."

"Shame." you say briefly and put the bowl aside. He watches you carefully, noticing that your movements are a little less coordinated.

He walks over to you. He places his hand on your forehead and frowns. "You're burning. We should take these layers off of you."

"As much as some women would like you to undress them, right now it's not something I want."

"Y/N." he speaks to you calmly and gently, like to a child. "You have a fever. You can't be too warm, or it will only make things worse. I'll bring you some water, and when I come back I want to see you out of this cocoon."

"And who are you, my father?" you huff, crossing your arms and tightening your grip on the blanket.

"No. I am much more. I am... your general. So do what I say."

You roll your eyes at him. Your defiant attitude would have done all kinds of... inappropriate things to him if it weren't for the fact that his main concern right now was your health. That's why he doesn't play and argue with you any longer. He takes you into his arms in one confident, sweeping movement. You squeal in shock, clinging to him, afraid he'll drop you. The blanket and coat fall off you, leaving you only in your red kefta.

"No! It's cold!" you struggle with him in his arms.

He allows you to fight him enough to stand on the ground on your own two feet, but you're still trapped in his grip. You probably would have struggled with him for a while longer (until you had completely exhausted your energy), but you both froze in place when you heard a soft grunt coming from the entrance to his tent.

"Um... general?" Fedyor looks at the two of you confused. "I have that medicines you asked about." you frown at the fact that he sent him to the village to get medicine for you. "Mal also went with the list to Ivan. They will be here with a healer the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Good, Fedyor. Well done. Leave these medications and get out of here. You are letting the cold in." he says, clearing his throat. Fedyor smiles at his reaction, clearly hearing his rapid heartbeat.

"Yes, sir." He puts the medicines on the table. "I would wish you a speedy recovery, Y/N, but under these conditions, I don't think it's really necessary. Good night." he says this and runs away from there, no longer exposing himself to the general's angry look.

He doesn't stay mad for very long. His thoughts of punishing Fedyor for his insolence quickly disappear when he hears your coughing. He looks at you tenderly and leads you to his bed.

"Here." he whispers and hands you a glass with some strange brown liquid in it.

"Aleksander, I can't drink alcohol in this state." you grumble and snuggle into his quilt, trying to create a cocoon of warmth around you again.

But he won't let you. Which is met with great protest from you.

He grabs your arms and moves you so you're leaning against the headboard of his bed, sitting down, handing you a glass, and glaring at you as he sits across from you, watching you closely. He would make you shiver if the fever didn't already make you tremble.

"Drink it. That's herb. It will help." you look at the glass warily. "What's wrong again?"

"Herbs are bitter. I don't want to drink it." you say angrily and put the glass with that damned thing on the nightstand.

"Your general is ordering you to do it. Drink." he says firmly, pushing the glass to your mouth. You purse your lips, glaring at him defiantly, at which he sighs.

If you were anyone else, he would have abandoned you a long time ago. He would leave you alone to maybe die, and he wouldn't think twice about you.

But you were his Y/N.

It changed everything. And he was terrified about how far he would go for you. There were no things he wouldn't do on your behalf—for your happiness, for your safety—only for seeing that disarming smile that lit up his centuries-worn, dark soul.

"Y/N." he whispers softly, stroking your hair. At the same time, he checks your temperature with his hand.

He frowns and presses a kiss on your forehead, cupping your cheeks with both hands. The glass is long forgotten on the nightstand as he presses his lips against your skin.

He would moan at the feeling of your silky, soft skin if you didn't have a huge fever. He found himself wishing you were warm for a completely different reason than the fever.

"Milaya, you are very sick. Drink the medicine for me, okay?" he asks gently, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs as he looks at you carefully. You're still shaking. You're not sure from what, as you silently nod, still staring at his dark eyes.

He breathes a sigh of relief when you sip the medicine from the glass he holds for you without protest. He makes sure you drink it all before he gets out of bed. You instinctively grab his hand, and his heart sinks when he sees pure fear in your eyes.

"Don't go. Don't leave me alone." you whisper, your eyes staring at him so pleadingly that what else can he do but comply with your request?

He swallows and is surprised himself at how quickly he's at your side again, this time holding you in his arms, close to his chest. The idea of bringing you a cold cloth to cover your forehead flies from his mind the moment you snuggle into him for warmth. He feels like a stupid young boy again when he realises that, in another state, you wouldn't seek his closeness. He pushes away these thoughts, trying to make you as comfortable as possible as he runs his hand through your hair and brushes away the beads of sweat from your forehead.

"You're the best nurse or healer I've ever had." you whisper. Your head on his chest, eyes closed as you float with the rhythm of the breaths he takes. And seeing you in such a vulnerable state makes something break inside him.

"I haven't done this for a long time. Look after someone. I was the one who mainly took care of my sister. Our mother didn't want anything to do with her, and neither of us knew our father... so she only had me. People looked at us askance; the kids treated her like an outcast, so she was left to play with her older brother, a teenager who had no idea how to play with or take care of a six-year-old child, and a girl at that. But there was nothing I wouldn't do to make this little one happy. To give her what I didn't have… at least in a small way. Consequently, I can weave wreaths, braid braids, and other strange hairstyles; sew clothes for dolls; and make them. I played the prince on a white horse with her more times than I could count or be willing to admit."

"Black one suits you more." you comment, making him laugh quietly. "What happened to her?" you ask, opening your eyes and shifting your gaze to him.

He sighs heavily, pausing for a moment from stroking your hair as memories come back to him. And you can see in his eyes how much pain it brings him. You remember the words he said during one of your late-night conversations, when you were up late working on your reports.

The past is a wound that cannot be healed.

"She trusted the wrong people. Now she doesn't let anyone close... not even me."

"I turst you. With my life..." You wish you could hear his thoughts the moment he freezes at your words. "We all do." you add, still conscious enough not to completely pour out your heart to him. He pulls you closer to him, continuing to run his hand through your hair and press a cool cloth to your forehead.

"Thank you, Y/N." he whispers, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

A few months ago, he would have cursed himself for letting you get so deep under his skin... Now he can't help but want more. He hates to admit it, but his mother was right.

Men are greedy creatures.

But how could he not want you more? Not to want everything you can offer him when it was you who awakened in him human feelings that he had been hiding from the world for a very long time? When could he be JUST Aleksander with you?

He checks your body temperature again by pressing his hand gently against your forehead, cheek and neck. He hums satisfied, feeling you cooler and your temperature closer to normal.

"You are cozy." you mumble as he is checking on you and you rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter. There is a strange sound buzzing in your ears.

"Cozy?" he asks, amused, knowing full well that in other people's eyes he was anything but comfortable or cozy. And there you were, cuddling up to him like he was your favourite stuffed toy, feeling safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.

"Yhm..." you murmur, burying your face in his neck to sigh in his scent. "You are the best pillow in the whole world."

You hear the pounding in your head more clearly as your nose presses against his pulse point in his neck. You find this very irritating. If you were a little more aware, you would have realised that it was his heartbeat that was making it difficult for you to fall asleep. What you also don't realise is that you are using your powers on him and calming him down, causing you both to fall asleep.

The tickle on your forehead from something very soft and warm is the last thing you feel before you fall asleep. And he only had time to remove his lips from your skin before you unconsciously forced him to fall asleep, cuddled up against you.

[airandyeah]

Sweater Weather (Depressed!Gojo X Reader) Pt. 2

Flashback chapter! Y/N will be in this chapter, keep in mind, there will be a lot of angst. The spotify playlist is here (Currently playing: Army Dreamers; Kate Bush) (Not adding lyrics to the text so I can write more) Series masterlist My masterlist

It was raining the day Haibara died. Nanami had returned with the corpse, it now lays cold on the table of the morgue. Satoru got assigned to deal with the curse now, knowing that it was too much for the younger sorcerers. He approached the area at a fast pace, he was grieving the loss of the happy sorcerer, but he also wanted to hurry with this mission, he needed to try and be there for Nanami, Yuu was his best and only friend after all. He knew his words wouldn't console the man, but he hoped his efforts may assist in his loneliness. ~~~ He approached the area, searching for the curse and following the cursed energy residuals. The rain poured down around him, but he kept his infinity up, dry as can be. He walked into the school building, following the residuals where he finds a woman, her back turned to him. She wore black, it could've been a uniform, but he couldn't locate buttons from the back. She was sitting with her shins against the ground, slumped over as if defeated, but the sight of a dissipating curse made him realize that she has already taken care of his mission. "S'cuse me?", he called out, attempting to break her from her revery. She turned slowly, her eyes emotionless, but the sheen of her buttons told him what he needed to know. "Yes?", she asked, voice quiet, barely above a whisper, but they echo in the empty gymnasium. "What's your name?", he asks the simple question, not moving from his spot. As if she was broken from her daze, her pupils finally came to a visible state and she stood up to bow in greeting. "Y/l/n Y/n, from Kyoto sorcery academy", she told him, and he responded with his name in kind. Everything was quiet for a moment before he asked why she was here. She lifted from her bow, and took a few steps closer, leisurely approaching him, "I heard there had been a casualty and I was only a few buildings down so I came to exorcise the curse". "What grade?" he asked. "Me or the curse?", she asked for his clarification. "Both.". "It was a grade 1 curse, I'm the third recognized special grade sorcerer.", She told him, her voice even, controlled even, as his eyes widened. "You will file the mission report?", he asked his last question. "Yes.", she responded. And Satoru left. ~~~ *Current day* Satoru had his sunglasses thrown over his nose as he entered the elders meeting area, each sitting behind their own traditional screen, their faces unknown. They began talking to him, telling him he needed to find the man, Nanami Kento, and return the Grade 1 sorcerer to their ranks. "Nanami won't be easily swayed to return", Satoru replies, his patience thin with the old men that believed they could tell anyone to jump into a raging inferno, physically and emotionally, with no hesitation. "You'll have help". One of the elders responds, his voice resounding in the room. "Being?", Satoru's response is clipped, full of attitude and disrespect. "We recently got into contact once more with another retired sorcerer from Kyoto, she apparently is close friends with Nanami, and has agreed under certain conditions to help with his retrieval back into sorcery.", a different elder this time explains, his voice sounding even older than the last. "Who is the sorcerer, and what is the condition?", his patience has thinned completely, the tension in the room before their response was thick, it could've even been sliced by the thin layer of Satoru's infinity. "Y/l/n Y/n. Her condition was that she would be allowed to work closely with any and all students at the academy.", The first elder answered his question. Satoru couldn't help but smile, he hadn't seen you since you nearly kicked his ass during the school exchange event years back. 'This would be fun', he couldn't help but think.

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[cloudetra]

"I’m Better, huh?” [Pt. 1]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ�� Seo Changbin x fem! reader (poc-coded)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ After your boyfriend of 7 months cheats on you for the second time, you ask his best friend to pick you up from the club. Little does he know, Changbin was the one you wanted all along.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warnings: No uses of (Y/N), cursing, implied drinking, cheating (since they never really broke up lol), angst, mention of murder (IT NEVER HAPPENS), please lmk if I missed anything!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ a.n: I'm SO EXCITED to finally post this!?!?!?!? Part two will be up when the depression subsides and I start to write again lmao. also minors DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ wc: 2.4k (2,429)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ smut warnings: none for this part!!! only making out ig??? and being naked in a shower.... you'll see ;)

“Binnie, where are you?” You groan into the phone pressed against your ear. You rub your other arm with your free hand, finally feeling the frosty air biting into your exposed skin. You rub your thighs to at least create some friction for warmth. You can see a cloud of air escaping your mouth as you sigh into the speaker of your device. 

“I’m turning into the parking lot now. Do you see me?” Changbin’s voice rings through your ear, his words giving you the hint you need to look for his car now. You see the headlights before you see the sleek noir Camaro pull up to the front door of the club. You rush down the concrete stairs as fast as you can in your black one-inch heels. Changbin is already out of the car and opening the door for you. 

You ungracefully clamber into the car, pulling your tight skirt down to cover more of your thighs. You observe that Changbin’s gaze rakes over your thighs once, twice before he closes the door and walks around the car. He raises a hand to the bouncer, and the man dressed in a suit returns the gesture.  

Once Changbin enters the car, he shakes his head playfully, turning his head toward you. A smile plays along his lips as he fastens his seatbelt. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.” He tells you, exiting the parking lot. You watch his hands as he turned on his signal to make a right turn. “You should be saying, ‘you’re lucky we’re friends.’” You giggle, covering your mouth with a manicured hand.  

He glances over at you before smirking. “I- “  

Ding, ding, ding! 

A beeping noise startles the both of you, and he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Put on your seatbelt, bunny.” He commands, nodding his head toward your seatbelt. You scramble to put it on, and as the seatbelt clicks in place, you look at the man escorting you home. Your eyes turn soft as you explore his side profile with your eyes. Yet, you can’t help it as your gaze starts to trail over his arms, his pecs, his hands. Your mind starts to wander, as you imagine his pinning you up against the wall, kissing you harshly with those plush lips of his, holding your hands above your head with one large hand.  

“You good?” Broke you away from your R-rated thoughts very quickly. You blink twice before nodding. “Just zoned out.” You explain. Changbin nods. You return your gaze to the road in front of you, watching as artificial lights blur together. Then, you see it. A singular drop turns into many, and they rush down the window, some merging together. In a way, it represents your relationship with your boyfriend.  

One tear turns into one more, with you convincing yourself it’ll be over soon. But it never ends. They keep coming, so many of them dropping that they seem to blend, losing track of how many have fallen by now. It’s like the sun will never shine again.  

You went through his phone today. He left it open on the couch as he went to get a glass of water. You guess he wasn’t expecting you to notice the constant buzzing of his phone, or perhaps he wasn’t expecting the notifications. Swiveling your head in the direction of the kitchen, you confirm he wasn’t looking, and stand up to grab his phone. You sit where he was once sitting, clicking on the most recent notification. You notice the green icon and conclude someone was texting him. Quite frequently. 

Your jaw clenches as you catch a glimpse of a red heart emoji. The messages load onto the screen and tears prick at your eyes. You grip the device tighter, and your white acrylics dig into the screen.  

My boo: When u comin over hun? ❤ Don't tell me ur still w/ that lil girl lmfaoo 

My boo: Still can’t believe ur staying with her ong 

My boo: She’s cute n all but I'm obv better  

Sent 2 minutes ago 

You were trembling like crazy, trying to stop yourself from murdering your boyfriend in the kitchen. This was the second time. The second time you caught your boyfriend cheating. The first time, your girlfriend sent you a bunch of sobbing emojis and a picture of your significant other holding hands with a coworker. They were walking down the busy streets of the bustling city you lived near.  

You confronted him about it, close to leaving, but his begging stopped you from leaving all those months ago. You wondered if it was the same girl from the picture. You heard an obnoxious yawn approaching the living room, so you hastily locked his phone and threw it to the side.  

“Imma be leaving here in a minute. I’ll be back soon.” He mumbled, stretching his arms over his head. You nodded silently, not a word falling from your lips. He took that as your approval and left to your shared room. You sat on the couch for a few more minutes, and stayed there, even after he kissed your cheek as a goodbye. Does he kiss her with those same lips? The same lips that used to say, ‘you’re my only’ to you?  

Then, it hit you. You’re not worth shit to him. He’ll never care about you like he used to, when you were the only one. Were you ever the only one? You stood up hastily and rushed to your room. 

You were gonna get drunk tonight. And you were gonna forget about that son of a bitch. 

Yet, here you are, reminiscing about what had happened this afternoon. “Bin, I need to tell you something.” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. You look down at your thighs, and your sorrow runs down your face and drops onto your leather skirt. You attempt to wipe away said tears, but they just won’t stop. Like the rain, you so long to feel on your face, masking your troubles.  

It seems as if Changbin had noticed your tears and promptly said, “We’re going to my place.”  

☂‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ.  

You clutch a pillow to your chest as you explain what you had seen on your boyfriend’s phone. As you continue to speak, it seems as if he gets angrier the more he processes what you’re saying. “Fuck. I’ll kill him.” He grits out, clenching his fists. The veins in his arms become more prominent as he does that, and it kills you to not tell him how you’ve felt all this time. “Don’t. It’ll just make things worse.” You say wearily, burying your head into the white throw pillow. You hear the man hosting you sigh before you feel a drop on the couch next to you. You lift your head to look at him properly, but he’s already embracing you.  

You gasp softly, genuinely surprised. It wasn’t uncommon for Changbin to hug you like this, but due to the situation, it was unexpected. Your nose wrinkles up as you turn to hug him back, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. You sob into his shoulder, and he rubs soothing circles on your lower back. He easily maneuvers you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your sides.  

Once your sobbing dies down to little hiccups, you pull your head away from the junction of his neck and shoulder. Your mascara is running down your face in black streaks, and you spot black pigment on his neck as well. Changbin stares deeply into your eyes, his hands still rubbing your waist. He glances at your lips, silently asking for permission.  

You bite your lip as he moves his hands to your plush thighs, once again sliding his hands back and forth. After a moment and you don’t answer, he asks out loud. “Can I kiss you?”  

You answer by gently yet firmly pressing your lips against his. It feels as if coals are rolling down your throat as you kiss him, and those coals drop into your stomach and become warmer. It’s as if the metaphorical coals are being ignited by your passion for one another, and after being held back for so long, have since stored more and more heat. 

Changbin’s tongue prods against your lips, and you open your mouth slightly against his, so he can explore your mouth slowly but surely. You moan softly as you kiss sloppily, all tongue battling and teeth clacking. After a few moments, you reluctantly pull away from his soft lips. Your eyes are half-lidded, and your lips are swollen. The bold red lipstick you wore was smudged on your chin and the corners of your lips.  

“Binnie,” you pant. “Can I wash up? I kinda look...uh...” “Stunning?” He finishes your sentence for you. Even though you were the tipsy one, he seemed drunk of your affection. As if he’s been craving it for a while now. Like you. So why stop now? Well, you didn’t want to look like a total hobo in front of Changbin. “Stunning?” You repeat, giggling. “Well, thanks but I think I want to wash up, if that’s okay.” You say, gazing into his coffee-tinted eyes. He nods automatically, then shifts under you giving you the impression he wants you to get up. You move your weight off him and stand up, once again fixing your skirt.  

Changbin starts walking in the direction of his hallway, and you follow him dutifully. He leads you to a large bedroom, cozy enough for you to think it’s Changbin’s room and not a guest room. “You can use my bathroom. I’ll go grab some towels and a washcloth.” He smiles at you, before walking out of the room. You sit down on the bed, waiting for his return. You take in the decorations of his room leisurely, appreciating the 2Pac posters and large computer setup. Maybe for smaller music production jobs? He probably has a larger desk at his workplace.  

Changbin walks back into the bedroom holding a white, soft-looking towel and a similar-looking washcloth. You thank him as he hands you the cloth. “You can use my soap.” He tells you as you walk into the bathroom. You hold up a thumbs up without turning around and shut the door behind you. You decide against locking it because you trust him. More than you realized. 

Only when you step under the steady flow of warm water, ridding your face of the semi-natural makeup, do you start to confront your possible feelings for the man whose shower you were in. Did you like him? He was always a bit too touchy with you. At the time, you were madly in love with your boyfriend. You need to call things off with him, and soon. You’ll only suffer more if you stay with him. Changbin, on the other hand, is probably the best choice for you. He’s humble, loyal, funny, handsome, ripped as fuck, and super sweet. You can honestly see an amazing future with him.  

As you scrub the remnants of the night from your skin with Changbin’s alpine sage soap, you begin to think deeper into your life with him. A small child, maybe two, running around the kitchen as Changbin softly scolds them for causing so much ruckus as mom tries to cook dinner. You giggle and wave a hand dismissively, assuring him it’s okay. He walks up behind you, wrapping two beefy arms around your middle and kissing your neck. “I love you,” he would whisper.  

A heavy knock on the door startles you thoroughly. You squeeze the soap a bit too hard in your fright, and it practically jumps out of your hands. The bar hits the floor of the shower with a loud clatter, and you hear Changbin make an alarmed noise. “Bunny?!” He calls, just loud enough to carry through the wooden door. In your scurry to grab the soap without getting your hair wet, you forget to answer the distressed man. “I’m coming in!” He declares, shoving the door open aggressively. You only notice that he opened the door after you stood up, clutching the soap that got you into this mess in the first place. 

You glance at the door, which is now allowing a gust of cool air to flow into the humid bathroom. Blocking most of the doorframe in girth, not height, is the person you were just fantasizing about. He’s staring at you, way too hard. A vein is popping out of his neck and he’s trembling. But the weirdest thing is the pink flush on his cheeks. It does not occur to you to cover your intimates as your gaze trails lower and lower. 

He’s hard. 

You can see the outline of his dick in his gray sweatpants, and damn, does he look big. He clears his throat, and you look back into his dark brown hues. He is biting his lip, yet his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s fighting himself. There’s a lustful glint in his eye, and he looks just about ready to jump in that shower with you. Your mind clouds with the thought that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do. So, with all the confidence your body can muster, you lift your hand up and simply beckon him over with a finger.  

His body sprang into action, like he was waiting for you to give him any hint you want him on you. He shucks his clothes off in record time and slides open the glass door to step in the shower with you. You back up into the shower’s wall, the cool bite of the tile reminding you of just a few hours ago how the cool gust of winter air blanketed you. Only an endless display of a dark parking lot, and nothing on your mind. Comparing that moment to now would be like comparing ice and fire. Stark contrasts to each other. Now, your skin was burning, and thoughts were running laps around your brain. 

Changbin’s eyes lock on yours, the water pouring from the shower head flattening his curly hair. You reach your hand up to push his charcoal hair off his forehead so you can see his eyes better. His larger hand follows yours, and places itself on your own.  

“Do you want this?” he asks, running his thumb across your knuckles. He kisses your palm once, twice, waiting for you to answer. 

[superbpiratesandwich]

This is So Against HIPPA pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you’re James Buchanan Barnes’s government assigned therapist

Warnings: mentions of signs of depression, sad Bucky, tfatws accurate Bucky,

Writers note:

Sooooo I’ve never written fan fiction before so I hope you like it!! Leave any tips or criticism in the comments I would greatly appreciate it. Also let me know if you want a part two!

“So any nightmares?” I ask my client

“No” he’s short, he’s *lying*

“I’ve known you long enough to know you’re lying James”

James Buchanan Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier AKA the biggest pain in my ass, he’s stubborn, prideful, and refuses to take my advice.

He sits in front of me, black jacket, black cargo pants and gloves to conceal his prostethic. He looks annoyed as I call him out for his lie.

“I’m not”

“Yes you are and the longer you lie to me about them the longer this goes on” I gesture between us.

He rolls his eyes as I click my pen writing in my notebook

“Not the notebook” he pinches his nose bridge

“Yes the notebook” I smile

“Okay fine…” he sighs “I *have* been having nightmares… shitty ones, about the people… the blood, everything they made me do in HYDRA” he mumbles. I write down his words, before responding, “anything that makes them go away?” I ask already knowing the answer but wanting to ask anyways.

“No”

“How about a person?”

“No”

“Oh come on James” I slam my notebook shut frustrated with the stubborn soldier, “there’s no one or nothing that can help them?” I ask exhausted “No” he says quietly “what about a girlfriend?” His eyes widen at that, his mouth not opening not daring to betray his mind. I stare at him a smile creeping on my face “you’re telling me you’ve had no action in the last 90 years?” I laugh “I find that hard to believe”

I watch as his brows furrow and his face heats up defensively “I’ve had action!”

“Yeah in what, the battle field?”

“I’ll have you know I was quite the lady killer back in the day”

“Mmhmm so I’ve heard” I roll my eyes at him, “anyone in particular you have seen that you would want to pursue a relationship with? Maybe having someone close to you like that would be helpful?” I watch him closely, his arms cross, and he gets a look on his face

“No” his favorite word

I sigh “okay well then that’s your objective find someone nice and take them out!” He looks like I just asked him to get me a million dollars in five minutes “what?” I question his look

“how the hell do you think I’d manage to do that?” He says gesturing towards his arm “not every woman is lining up to date a traumatized ex assassin with a metal arm”

“I know some women who would actually sell their right kidney for you so” I shrug thinking of at least 5 women mental enough who would want to go out with him.

He looks at me his brow furrowed as confusion falls on his face “Yeah right, what kind of women are you hanging out with?” He cocks an eyebrow “Legally I cannot discuss that” I pull out my go-to excuse when I don’t want to talk about something. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

A beat of silence passes between us before I bring up his other favorite topic.

“Phone” I order holding my hand out palm up

He sighs pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to me.

I scroll through the call log analyzing outgoing and incoming calls and texts.

“James… this is just pathetic I’ve been the only person you’ve called in the last 4 weeks,” I pause looking up at him, he looks unbothered but his body language is screaming how uncomfortable he is “and you haven’t responded to Sam’s attempts at reaching out” I mumble tossing him the phone.

He catches it effortlessly, relying on his reflexes.

I glance at the clock 4:45pm

“Look, you need to reach out to Sam or someone just to talk” I explain “for soldiers with PTSD” I watch him flinch at the word looking annoyed “it’s not good to be alone 24/7” he rolls his eyes “I’m not alone 24/7” he states matter-of-factly. I just stare at him deadpan. “Just reach out to one person yeah?” I state standing and walking him over to my door. I watch him stand and his posture immediately becoming that of a statue his head slightly forward his shoulders back and his arms bent slightly at his sides. We stop at my door “James” I say quietly looking at him “you’re making progress.” I smile he gives me a tight lipped smile and walks out his strides exuding ‘soldier’ every step. I welcome my next client Dorothy into the office.

That night I walk to my apartment exhausted, fortunately I’m only a quick 5 minutes walk from it. I take in the fall evening a cool breeze falling over my frame as I look up at the sky. It’s a deep orange the sun reflecting off of the tall buildings covered in glass, only a few people are out at this time, a few cars and the sound of honking and traffic falls on my ears quietly as if miles away. I turn up the steps and walk into my building.

As I walk into the building it’s quiet, the only noise being the stairs as I walk up to the fourth floor. I glance to my right, the door number showing apartment 4C. I turn to my left, seeing my apartment, 4A. While placing my key in the door I hear a couple of loud thumps as if someone is slamming furniture down repeatedly. I turn my head to the door labeled 4C, humming in confusion, before pushing into my own apartment.

I glance around the clean area, the only thing misplaced, a Garfield mug on the counter, still about 1/3 full with coffee. Placing my keys down I hear another few thumps deciding in my head to check it out if I hear another succession of noises. I put my purse down immediately hearing the confirmation for my decision to investigate.

I open my door walking the few steps to apartment 4C knocking rapidly. Silence, followed by a few, heavy, steps, and the door opening to reveal, “James.” I sigh.

He’s wearing a black t shirt, his vibranium arm on display as I see him clench his metal fist and let go in a pattern, just body language. He still has on the black cargo pants he wore to our meeting.

He stares at me, confusion casting a shadow on his face momentarily. He’s silent as if waiting for me to explain why I’m checking on him. “Sounds like you’re fighting your furniture and losing the fight,” I say deadpan. “I’m fine just… cleaning” he pauses looking behind him, I cock an eyebrow “didn’t realize your cleaning sounded like you have a WWE ring in your apartment.” I state smiling slightly as I watch his face contort in confusion again.

“Sounds like you need help” I say breaking the silence that comes from his confusion. “I don’t need help.” He mumbles quickly becoming irritated.

I sigh, squeezing my eye shut thinking about the night in I had planned before coming over here, speaking “You sure about that?” I ask him again peaking behind him and seeing an apartment that looks like a tornado ran through it. He lets out a huff opening the door and accepting my offer. I glance around his apartment, topically clean but papers are scattered on the floor, a makeshift bed lies next to the couch… not on it, there’s one dish in the sink, indicating he probably hasn’t eaten.

“Wait here” I state walking back to my door, grabbing some left overs from my fridge and bringing them back. He’s standing in the doorway, the door cracked open behind him. He looks bewildered at the object in my hands before I push it towards him “here.” I enter his apartment rolling up my sleeves. “You don’t need to do that” he says quietly not wanting to accept help. I cut him off “I know, just eat okay?” I mumble before getting to work. I wipe down the surface of the kitchen, his body moving quietly around me as he heats up the left overs. Silence falls over us neither one of us willing to endure painful small talk.

As I crouch down to pick up some papers, his voice breaking through the silence “don’t touch that” his voice is low and cold. I glance at him bringing my hands up in mock surrender “okay, okay not touching” I stand, watching him grab the papers and shuffle them. The Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers, and James Buchanan Barnes all catch my eye, the words being in bold black ink.

As the night progresses I only clean a little, wiping down surfaces and, with his help, moving his furniture back to its original position. He glances around at the, still slightly messy, area “You didn’t help you just moved things” he deadpans. I’m writing down a list of what to do to clean his apartment completely “I know, I’m not enabling you, I’m helping you become your own person” I state before ripping off the piece of paper and handing it to the soldier. “After you’re done come get me yeah?” I’m aware he probably won’t listen to me but I might as well offer just in case. In response, silence from him. I reach for the door “Wait” he mumbles. I turn around to face him an eyebrow raised at his request. He looks down a hand coming up to rub his neck “thanks” he says quietly. I nod in acknowledgment and leave his apartment.

As I unwind, showering and making myself dinner I glance at the clock taking note of the time 11:14pm. I sigh, sitting back on the couch and turning on the TV, wanting to watch shitty reality TV until I pass out, my favorite pastime. A few minutes pass and I hear a knock at my door. “Who the hell-“ I start before looking through the peephole seeing James standing there a ‘shy’ look on his face.

I open my door, standing in my sweats and oversized sweatshirt, my hair dampening and darkening the material. I give him a confused look “Yes?” I ask,

“You said to come knock when I was done” he says quietly

“Oh” I mumble remembering my assignment I gave him “you wanna show me?” I ask, he nods turning to walk to his door. I peak inside the dim room lit by a singular lamp in the corner. It’s clean, the floor clear of clutter, his makeshift bed folded and put away, I glance around.

“Good job” I smile at him

He smiles slightly, a sense of pride seeming to overtake his features. He nods to me “Thanks for the list” I glance at the fridge the note stark against the bare fridge “you even cleaned out the fridge?” I question. In response, he walks over opening the refrigerator door. It’s clean, I smile wider “that’s great James, you did good” I look at him. A beat of silence falls over us as I glance around again.

“What were you watching?” He mumbles

“What?” I ask not hearing him properly

“The show, I heard it through the door… sounded like arguing, unless you were arguing with someone” he asks raising an eyebrow slightly.

I laugh a little “yeah I was arguing with a British dude” I smile at him before adding “No… no I was watching some reality TV” I admit

His face lights up “Really?” He tilts his head “Didn’t peg my government-assigned therapist to be into shitty TV” he laughs.

“Hey” I say feigning offense “I have to hear about everyone’s problems, I am allowed to cope.” I pout, but only for a minute before a smile creeps on my face.

We talk about different TV shows, older and newer, fiction and reality, his takes being… odd.

“I like the animal shows… that’s the only thing that hasn’t changed a lot.”

“Really? So you dig the whole ‘the apex predator… the tiger’” I mimic an Australian accent.

He throws his head back leaning against his counter, he sighs “I knew I shouldn’t have said that”

“Hey, I’m not judging”

“That’s practically you’re job, doc”

I smile at the nickname

I stare at him for a minute longer than I should letting my gaze follow his jaw down his neck and arm. I stare at the shiny metal.

He notices and crosses his arm slightly covering it with his flesh hand.

“Sorry” I say sheepishly my face heating up as I’m caught

He just stands there, clearing his throat, “it’s getting late you should get some sleep,” he says quietly refusing to look me in the eyes, “hey James I didn’t mean to stare I was just,” I’m cut off by him “it’s fine just go home and get some rest yeah?” He walks to the door.

I hop down from off the counter, “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable James you have full right to ask me to leave,” I’m sad to go but I’m glad he’s using his voice to speak up

I watch his eyes flicker with an emotion I can’t quite read as I open the door walking out.

AND THATS IT!!! Let me know if yall want a part two I really enjoyed writing this!!

[maximumkillshot]

Supernatural Masterlist

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Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!

She Wouldn’t be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH

As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I-    Warnings: angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking

Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader     Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really

Tear Me Down Pt 2 “Now”- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff 

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end

Until The End of Time-    DeanxReader   Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

How Can I Put This?-   SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”-   Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), IT’S LONG y’know like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader,   A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader  Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader  Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!

Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst… This one is heavy but gets fluffy… you have been warned.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned   A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s Block- DRABBLE   Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader  Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week. 

I Will Never Deserve-  Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader    Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam   A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me… of the Dean variety.   (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)

She’s Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas   A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!  Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam   A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint.   Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N   Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N   A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! I’m an insecure writer and I needs the validations!

Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt… Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader.    A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can.    For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s give it a go!

Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack   A/N: This is for @atc74 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!! 

Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader   Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office.   Genre: Smut/Fluff    Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,    Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader,   A/N: Is this a drabble? NO….. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!

For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t think it was possible either… but hey, here we are.   Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam  Winchester, Castiel, Reader.   A/N: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so… NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend… *wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!

I’ll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader.   A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)

The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!   Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,   A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s  A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.   Pairing: Dean x Donna    Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna   A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  it’s really a prepper for part 3…. if you want it.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader   A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!

The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best… not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)   A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW   Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader   Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d be a spoiler.)   A/N:  This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!

Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really   Pairing: None   Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)

Right-  Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisis…   Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester   Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll join you at 24 in a few months!!!

I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, y’know the common roller coaster!   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack    A/N: Hey so… I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl… if she lived with what I have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.   Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned   A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads:  So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (I’M DIRTY DON’T JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester   A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love you’re writing!💕 can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!

SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s not for the faint of heart, honestly

The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.

The Situation Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN

Plenty of Woman Masterlist-  Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves… for the love of everything read and follow them!)

By The Books Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 18 (He's Getting Married?!)

The Nesbitts returned from their winter getaway in Oasis Springs in time for New Year’s Eve – Heather, Holly, and River invited all their friends to the Gnome’s Arms to watch the countdown and dance all night, and they didn’t mind at all that their parents snuck across the street for some fun of their own. Heather learned Everett proposed to Spencer over the break, and despite any issues they may have had, Spencer accepted. The news hit Heather hard, and she cried it out alone under her covers, but she knew Everett was devoted to his religion. Heather knew he felt this was right, to marry young and walk along the path set out before him. Though her heart begged him to see her, she wouldn’t let herself say it.

On New Year’s Day, Heather and her family took the polar bear plunge for the first time. It was frigid, but invigorating. The shock to the system Heather needed. Setting aside her heartbroken ego, she congratulated Everett and Spencer on the engagement, and meant it when she said she couldn’t wait for the wedding.

(NOTE: Once again, no one's more upset than me that I was lazy on the screenshots over New Year's! I was also trying to hide the fact that I started a NYE party but could only host it in a nightclub, which Henford doesn't have, so it meant everyone was in Windenburg but that wasn't my headcanon.)

Holly confided in her older sister when she lost her virginity to Kris. They were seventeen, but they’d been together for years and knew it was right. Heather encouraged her sister to be safe, and even though she was a nineteen-year-old virgin pining for her own best friend, she was happy for her little sister. Kris was a sweet guy and he and Holly wanted the same things. She was sure it was only a matter of time before they were engaged, just like Everett and Spencer.

(NOTE: I genuinely like to leave townies alone but I have always changed Alexander's nose and I'm sorry for anyone who finds it shameful that I don't embrace the nose the devs gave him.)

On a visit to Cassandra in Brindleton Bay, River brought Hazel and her friend Lydia Kim-Lewis – Spencer’s younger sister. Lydia’s parents had finally given in to her desire for a kitten, and River and Hazel knew the Goths had more cats than they knew what to do with. Their Siamese, Socks – who already had a daughter named Spatula – had twins Victory and Fabio with their rescue cat, Frankie. Lydia was instantly taken with Victory, but she was even more taken with Cassandra’s younger brother, Alexander. It wasn’t long before Lydia was spending less time with Hazel and more time with her new boyfriend. Hazel wanted to be jealous, but she was happy for her friend.

(NOTE: This is Emi Kudo, a random sim assigned as a vet tech at Brindleton Pawspital. The backstory my sims were on the vet lot with their pets and Emi randomly started making out with the former creature keeper, Hayes Harms, who was absolutely cheating on his wife. I played with MCCC to make Emi pregnant by Hayes but had to move her onto a lot so the kid would age. I moved her to Evergreen Harbor and found her 'the dad who stepped up' from sims I had saved in my gallery - a modernized version of @rinseesims perfect sim creation from her incredible Ultimate Decades Challenge, and In Bloom, on YouTube. Usually known as Leoric and/or Leon, in this timeline he's Layne Wise and he adopted Emi's twin sons (yes she had two!) before he married her. With Gen. 3 set to take place in Evergeen Harbor, this is definitely not the last we'll see of him!)

On another trip to Brindleton Bay to take Boomer for his annual checkup, Daisy noticed that Emi Kudo, one of the vet assistants her pets always loved, was gone. The head vet, Sorrel Jackson, explained Emi got pregnant but then got depressed, quit her job, and left town without a trace before giving birth. No one had seen her. Daisy ran into Abby Goldbloom Harms at the clinic, and they embraced as old friends. They exchanged stories about their kids, but when Daisy brought up the sudden disappearance of Emi Kudo, Abby stiffly blew her off. She was surprised but didn’t press further. Despite the fact the new vet assistant was nowhere near as good as Emi had been, she trusted Brindleton Pawspital for all their family pets – Tut, Boomer, and Bernadette.

They adopted a one-year-old Shar Pei/Field Spaniel mix from the Delgatos in Brindleton Bay, after they, too, had a surprise litter with the family dog, Blue. Bernadette was adventurous and friendly and more inclined to fight with the cats than Ralph had ever been, but the family delighted in welcoming her into their home. They’d never replace Ralph, but they had so much love to give another four-legged friend – especially dog lover Neal, who took Ralph’s loss harder than anyone.

Daisy had known Surpriya Delgato for years, having met while both their dogs were at the vet, but now their children were old enough to meet each other. Hazel made fast friends with Surpriya and her husband Justin’s eldest son, Pierce, and had plenty of time for Pierce’s little sister, Evie. But her closest friends were Lydia Kim-Lewis and Nicola Moody-McMillan, and she loved spending time with them during and after school.

Would Heather really be able to accept her best friends' impending nuptials? ->

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WCIF: Desert Springs Oasis Spa by sawdust123 in Sims gallery | Layne/Leoric by kayroonsee in Sims gallery (Include Custom Content!)

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What Dashi, Shellington, Tweak, and Professor Inkling do all day instead of missions pt 1

Shellington: Big day today, Professor Inkling. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Professor Inkling: Mustard– looks less like blood.

-- Professor Inkling: It's not our fault! Dashi: Yeah, but… Come on, the least we can do it talk to them. Professor Inkling: No, the least we could do is nothing!

-- Dashi to Shellington: We smell of sweat and loss.

-- Shellington: You know what? Let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen? Dashi: Humiliation, embarrassment, fire, explosions, collisions, tears, nudity and death.

-- Dashi: Made you all playlists! Dashi: Tweak, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Dashi: Shellington, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Dashi: And Professor Inkling has the ABBA Gold album.

-- Professor Inkling: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning! Shellington: I'll hate myself in the morning regardless.

-- Dashi: "29-34. Give a particular ecosystem and explain how it could be protected." Dashi: Help. Professor Inkling: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

-- Professor Inkling: Today is Non-binary Awareness Day! Professor Inkling, staring into Tweak's eyes: I AM AWARE OF YOU. Tweak: Really wish you weren’t.

-- Dashi: My diamond earring came off in the ocean and it's gone! Shellington: Dashi, there's animals that are dying.

-- Tweak: You shouldn't be using a straw. Dashi: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff. Tweak: Yeah, but I mean… it's a weird way to eat spaghetti.

-- Dashi: Professor Inkling’s out the will. Professor Inkling: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that. Tweak: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated. Dashi: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. Shellington, you have a will too, right? Shellington: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

-- Shellington: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Professor Inkling: We could attack them with hummus. Shellington: I stand corrected. Professor Inkling: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Turbo Granny Arc pt.1.1/4

Part 1: Episode 1/Chapter 1

Part 2: Episode 2/Chapter 2

Part 3: Episode 3/Chapter 3+4 [post credit: Bonus Vol.1 Chapter 5]

Part 4: Episode 4/ Chapter 5-8 (first 3/4) [1/4 rest is for AS arc]

How I divide my parts: I have already posted: -> Part 2/3 Serpo Arc

This post will include: reviewing the episode/chapter, compare the differences between the two, my opinion of the episode/chapter.

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First episode/chapter is kinda cheesy and sweet, basically like most animes/mangas, first episode/chapter is always shown as a plot of the whole story.

We were firstly introduced with Ayase Momo, a gyaru, and she basically got dumped by a terrible "boyfriend" who likes to do dirty stuffs with her for money.

After cursing him with seafood, ofc she is depressed. But oh well, she got very good and supportive girl friends in class who seemed to also be gyaru (I will discuss about gyaru in a future post). They all told her to dump him anaways because of his attitude is unacceptable. Momo claimed she only dates guys who look like Takakura Ken, a famous Japanese actor (he is real).

And while depressed about her first "ex-bf" dumping her (the way she was walking is actually from a dance/reference, I will discuss in a future post about her), she passed by a nerdy friend's classroom. He was bullied by other guys because of being weirdly, and passionately obsessed with alien stuffs, and always reading books about them.

Momo was pretty much annoyed with the nerd's attitude that he didn't stand up for himself, so she blocked the boys from throwing crumbled papers at him. Pretty much you can see, she was defending him from the bullies.

When she left, the nerd called and followed her. He thought that she was interested in aliens and space so he just went all-out telling her everything :))) Ofc Momo was mad.

Also I noticed a very small detail they changed in the anime: They changed President Barack Obama from manga to President Donald Trump in anime! If possible, you can actually read what is in the book that Okarun brings in anime if you know Japanese

When she was pissed because of his annoyance, and not interested in aliens because she thought they didn't exist, the nerdy friend is pretty sad about it, but of course she really didn't mean to say mean things at him, it's actually because she is interested in ghosts, spirits, which our nerdy friend smickered at her that they weren't real. And that turned into a debate/argument, whether aliens or spirits exist.

Each other challenged the other one to go to the rumored places. Momo went to an abandoned hospital, and Occult-kun (his temporarily nickname) went to an abandoned tunnel.

When they were on their phones, this is when they started to tell the other about their childhood why they are interested in aliens/spirits. Momo started by explaining that throughout her childhood, she's been living with her grandma who is a spirit medium because her parents are gone.

Every day, her grandma always told her to do a certain ritual for good luck, and her friends always mocked her for being abnormal and the boys teased her. And most painful one is her crush was one of those boys. (I mean, I would be devastated like Momo, too)

From that day onwards, she was pretty mad at her grandma for being a lame and fake spirit medium and stopped doing the ritual. But then she realized, it's not because of the ritual that she was mad at her grandma, it's actually because her friends were making fun at her grandma that made her angry, because she know deep down, she truly love her grandma :")))

After she finished her story, she asked Occult-kun why he was interested in aliens, he pretty much ignored the question and keep going onwards, until he saw some footsteps

Here's a small great detail that really does make a huge difference between the anime and manga: The manga actually didn't have the bloody footsteps on the tunnel, but the anime does. And that makes the scene more realistic, we can implictly understood that Occult-kun was getting closer and closer to the spirit

AND he met her. Turbo Granny.

Damn, first impression, a pervert granny :))))

Even worse, challenging her to a running competition.

In the manga, Okarun manages to escape from the tunnel and on his bike riding away, but Turbo Granny managed to get him. But in the anime, the studio made Okarun stuck in the endless tunnel, hiddenly stated that once you are in Turbo Granny's territory, there is no escape. Making the whole scene turned red, indicating that this is her territory and her ability, so she had the upper hand

Eventually he got cursed by Granny and suddenly lost contact to Momo. Even her smartphone was red

AND then Momo saw the aliens. They are even more lewd: ripping off her clothes!

(Youtube didn't have this scene :"))) but you can find it from other sources on the Internet!)

She was introduced with the Serpo alien, their species only has males and they reproduce by multiplication. Because of the modern technology, they wanted to know more abt female humans for experiments. They wanted to have the female reproduction organ (the w0mb/cervix) (The banana organ is actually implied for male body part, the reason the Serpoians said that because they are only male, so they basically dunno what it's called for female)

Luckily, her phone rang, and we saw Okarun in a form of being possessed by Turbo Granny! He defeated one of the aliens!

(Why is Turbo Granny biting one of the Serpo's p3n1$ ? :")))

If you watch the anime, you can actually notice that when the Serpo appeared, their territory was blue, and when Turbo Granny appeared in their territory, Okarun's body has a red aura, indicating that his aura trying to fight against the blue territory.

Seeing a major risk of a male human, the Serpo revealed their true form, and they attacked Occult-kun. And that made his red aura disappeared.

(Sorry, gotta stop this post for now, I reached max 30 pics already)

Part 1.2 is going to post next!