#and when they first see each other in the movie

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Just a nice gentleman if you ask me 🤭

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

Let the man be happy!

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate. Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Whoops 🤭����

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie. “I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

Hahahah poor Bob 😅

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

Not her almost wanting to try that move too 😂

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else. “You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt. “Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat. Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy.

Ava probably was to stunned to speak but luckily not to phase away haha

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Valid haha

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood. “That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

Well, he is all about protecting fron a boring evening 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?” “Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

This is so fitting 😂

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

And he couldn't be more proud 😅

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.” “Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Of course he does 🥹🥰

I loved all of this so much!👏🏻

Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[kxsagi]

OUGHHHH MAY FIRST CAME 😈 at least here in Poland. You can ignore this if it’s something you don’t wanna write btw!!!

Can I request BL men that are already pro players, and they’re dating a reader that has chronic pain and uses mobility aids because of it? And the media is super weird ab it cause how dare a pro athlete date a disabled person. Maybe he comforts her because she stumbled upon a weird ass article or a hate comment idk.

Uhhh ness shidou bachira and whoever u want 🙇‍♀️ I love you and your writing I hope you have a good day!

SORRY if this is too specific. Shout out to my fellow disabled girlies 😔✊

“𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝”

a/n: NOOO I LOVE THIS, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR COMMENTS AND I AM SO HAPPY I GET TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU

ft. ness alexis, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

ness alexis

ness is literally the definition of a gentle boyfriend, so the moment he sees that one trashy gossip headline – “Pro Athlete Seen With Disabled Girlfriend: Fans Concerned?” – his jaw drops like someone just slapped him. 

“concerned for what?” he whispers like he’s in a horror movie. 

you find it first, though. you're just scrolling while curled up on the couch, using your heating pad, when you freeze mid-scroll and go, “hey, do you wanna see something funny, but soul-destroying?” 

ness peers at your phone and immediately climbs onto the couch to wrap himself around you like a human blanket. “do not let stupid people ruin your mood. you are my favorite person. also, what is this site even called? ‘goalz4gossip’? this looks like it was made by a 12-year-old with an ipad and rage issues.” 

he goes on a small rant in german under his breath and then kisses your forehead 400 times. 

“you’re literally the strongest person i know. the media can go date each other if they’re so pressed about us.” 

shidou ryusei

shidou finds a comment that says, “how is she even keeping up with a guy like him? she uses a cane 💀” and immediately screenshots it. 

not because he agrees, but because he wants to roast it on his private story. 

his post is just a screenshot with the caption: “buddy she keeps up with me just fine, she made me cry last week for stealing her fries. sit down.” 

shidou doesn’t sugarcoat stuff, but he’s aggressively supportive. like, if someone tries to come at you sideways in public, he’ll bark at them. 

literally bark. 

“you okay, babe?” he says when you look a little too quiet after seeing one of those backhanded articles. 

you shrug and say, “i’m fine,” but he doesn’t let it go. he walks over, squats in front of you, rests his chin on your lap and goes, “wanna egg their office building? or better yet, light it on fire and commit arson together?” 

instead of actually committing a felony, he picks you up bridal-style and plops you into bed. “you’re hot, you’re smarter than me, and you walk cooler than 99% of the population. who cares what some sweaty journalist thinks?” 

he also gets you custom accessories for your mobility aids with little flames or skulls ‘cause you’re metal like that. 

bachira meguru

bachira is completely unbothered by the hate. but super bothered when it makes you upset. 

like you’re sitting in the park one day and overhear someone whisper “is that her? the one with the crutches?” and he notices how you instinctively stiffen. 

he grabs your hand instantly, leans into your ear and whispers, “they’re just jealous you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” 

always trying to turn the moment silly so you smile again. 

later, when you’re spiraling a bit in your room reading too many mean reddit comments, he flops beside you dramatically. 

“stop. too much screen. i’m gonna fart on your phone.” 

you shove him away laughing, but he tugs you close with a pout. 

“you know… they don’t get to have you. i do. and i think your pain doesn’t make you less, it just makes you stronger and cooler. like a character in an anime who gets up anyway, no matter what.” 

then he insists on decorating your mobility aids with googly eyes and doodle stickers cause “it’s armor now. i’m your sidekick. beep beep.” 

michael kaiser

he acts unbothered in public, but he absolutely loses it behind the scenes when he sees an article titled, “Can a Pro Like Kaiser Settle for Someone Like Her?” 

“settle for– oh okay. okay. no one tell my manager i’m about to commit slander with a side of defamation.” 

you find him aggressively typing in a notes app. “dear anonymous hater from 'SoccerDailyBuzz': how does it feel knowing you could never even get a date with her, much less someone who calls you ‘baby’ while making espresso at 6 AM?” 

turns his anger into sarcasm but also kisses your shoulder after every sentence to calm himself down. 

“i didn’t fall in love with your pain, but i fell in love with the way you live through it. your stubbornness, your fire, the way you still make fun of me even when you’re hurting. that’s what makes you beautiful, you know? wait, that sounds so cheesy.” 

he makes a point to show you off even more. red carpet? he’s holding your hand the whole way, mobility aid and all. interview? he’s saying “my girlfriend is the strongest person i know” before anyone even asks. 

he sees your worth so clearly. and he makes damn sure everyone else does, too. 

itoshi sae

sae’s already got a reputation for being cold and unbothered, so people are shocked when he’s openly soft around you. 

he doesn’t do PDA or gush about you on TV, but the way he always slows his pace to walk beside you, carries your bag without a word, and makes sure you’re seated comfortably before interviews, it’s noticed. and, of course, dissected. 

you show him a headline that says, “What’s Sae Itoshi Doing With Someone Who Can’t Even Keep Up?” 

and he reads it with a completely neutral expression, then tosses your phone face-down on the table and goes, “well, that’s funny. you seem to keep up just fine when you’re lecturing me at 2 AM about leaving the stove on.” 

you burst out laughing, but he looks at you with the tiniest furrow in his brow. “does it bother you?” he asks quietly. 

you admit it hurts a little. and he just nods, slides over, and presses his forehead to yours. 

“they don’t get to know you. they don’t see how hard you fight. how much you endure. they don’t see you the way i do. and that’s their loss.” 

next time you two are seen in public, he’s the one walking with your cane slung over his shoulder like a sword. the caption on the paparazzi pic reads: “new accessory or relationship statement?” yes. yes to both.

itoshi rin

rin already hates the media, so this gives him another reason to despise them. 

when someone tweets, “idk i just think it’s weird for a high-performing athlete to date someone who can’t even do sports,” he literally glares at your phone like it personally insulted him. 

“what the hell does that even mean. i can’t do ballet, but i’m not out here judging people who can.” 

he’s blunt, but he’s furious on your behalf. he’s also the type to go down the rabbit hole of comments and get angrier by the second. 

when you try to downplay it – “it’s fine, i’m used to it” – he looks at you like you just said gravity isn’t real. 

“don’t do that. don’t act like you have to take it just because people are cruel. they’re wrong.” 

then, more softly: “you’re… more than what your body lets you do. and i fell in love with you, not your physical stats.” 

rin shows his love by doing things for you. adjusting your seat. finding the best accessible routes. learning how to help without hovering. 

someone once asked him in an interview, “how does your girlfriend feel about not being able to travel as easily to your matches?” 

rin deadpans: “she’s the reason i win. so unless you’d like to speak directly to my motivation, maybe pick a better question next time.” 

isagi yoichi

isagi is the type who genuinely doesn’t understand how people can be so heartless. 

like he reads one awful comment and goes, “... do they think you’re not allowed to be loved?” with genuine confusion in his voice. 

he’s devastated that you saw it. “you shouldn’t have to read stuff like that. i promise i’ll protect you from it all.” 

you shrug and tell him you’re used to it, and he immediately goes into ‘motivational team captain’ mode. 

“you being used to it doesn’t mean you have to accept it. people suck. you’re brilliant, and funny, and beautiful, and strong in a way most people will never understand. and you don’t have to prove your worth to anyone.” 

he holds your hand tighter when you’re out in public. makes a habit of stopping to adjust your pace so you’re never rushed. 

also, he subtly drags anyone who says anything ableist during interviews. 

“a lot of people think strength is just about running or scoring goals, but i’ve learned from my partner that real strength is showing up every day, even when your body fights you. that’s the kind of strength i look up to.” 

cue the internet sobbing. cue you sobbing. cue him also sobbing because he made you cry and didn’t mean to. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[blackbat05]

Opposites Attract

Congressman Bucky x Library Staff Reader

Plot: You were never really one for politics, but when Congressman James "Bucky" Barnes and an Avenger comes to grace the library for work, he may just prove you wrong...

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Super self-indulgent (yet again). Watched Thunderbolts over the weekend and despite being very partial to the MCU, this movie seriously impressed me! I love my rag-tag team~ Please excuse the subpar writing as I feel like I'm still in a funk.

He absolutely regrets this.

Yeah he should have never agreed to this.

“Congressman Barnes?”

The secertary snaps him out of his anxiety hazed stupor. “Sorry Linda, you were saying?”

“As I was saying, your appearance at the public library has been shifted up to 2pm. There’s a kid’s program and they’re hoping you’ll be able to grace them with your presence.” Linda informs.

“Thank you.” Bucky dismisses the secretary, immediately taking out his darned notes that Gary insisted he had to read.

“New York Public Library recently had their children’s library go under redevelopment…”

***

“Y/N!” Darcy rushes over. The young girl drags a chair to sit beside you as you’re pouring over the story time you planned for the kids coming in for the reading session at 2pm.

“Someone’s awfully cheery after lunch.”

“Congressman James Barnes is coming! To our library!” She hisses with excitement. “Gosh he’s so cute, I hope he gets to interact with the kids because that would just make me explode!”

“Okayyy, someone needs to calm down on the caffeine.” You swivel your chair to face her. “First of all, he’s doing his duty Darcy, second of all aren’t you being too vocal with your fantasies?”

“A girl can dream.” Darcy singsongs. “Good luck!”

You sigh at her enthusiasm that was bordering on naivety. The congressman was probably going to be the same as the rest, they always are. They’ll come and show their faces for photos and leave without truly understanding what they had to be here for.

Though a part of you can’t help but to agree with Darcy. Those good looks are wasted in politics.

The clock read 1.15pm. You should start getting ready for the session.

***

“You seem very engrossed in that packet, sir.”

“I find it tough how we can fund billions for weapons and nuclear warfare but it takes almost six years to refurbish the children’s section of the New York Library.”

“I can’t say anything else apart from my need to agree with you, sir.” Linda crisply responds.

Bucky stays silent, thinking about his own memories as a child in the library. A library was meant to be a safe space, away from the ruckus of life.

The car rolls to a stop and Bucky gets out with two guards trailing behind him.

“What am I? An invalid? I don’t need bodyguards, Linda. This is a Children’s Library. I don’t need them to have more things to be scared of.”

“Apologies sir. I’ll speak with the Director and make other necessary arrangements after the event.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

The trio departs from Bucky who decides to take the chance to explore the library that was as every bit as he remembered it.

He takes a random book and finds a spot that is hidden away from the public eye to do some people watching at the Children’s Library.

Mothers take this chance for a reprieve and catch up with their friends while the little ones try to flip big picture books with much effort. The older children roam around the series section, discussing in excited hushed voices the latest book that they had each read. Bucky’s heart oddly feels satisfied when he sees a little boy nose deep into a Geronimo Stilton book. Ah, a timeless classic for kids.

“Congressman Barnes?”

Bucky turns around, slightly apologetic that he had been people watching for too long.

“I’m the children’s librarian- well, technically support staff. I’m working towards becoming a librarian but of course you didn’t need to know that.” You inwardly cursed at yourself. He’s definitely going to think you’re bonkers.

Then, he chuckled.

Actually chuckled.

“I’ll be sitting in your session later? I promise not to stare as much.”

Before you can get a good word in, the charming congressman strolls away, leaving you in a mess.

***

"Good afternoon children!" You put on your best enthusiastic voice, as you greet the crowd.

"Good afternoon Ms Y/N!"

Even after doing this for too many times to count, being in front of children who were waiting to be impressed still gave you the jitters. Nevertheless, you were proud to say that you had build rapport with them steadily over the past six months.

"So, we've been reading books about values and I thought we could continue our discussion with a short but humorous story that I know will promise a good laugh." You show the book, eliciting a couple of giggles from the children.

“Today’s story is by Jon Klassen and it’s titled - I want my hat back…”

***

By the end of the story, the children were throughly amused at the simple but larger than life visuals that told a clear message. You were also glad that all that practice of different animal voices came in handy.

“Thank you for listening so well! For the last part of our session as we won’t be seeing each other for two weeks, we can do something fun! We’re going to create our very own paper hats!” You continued. “That’s not all, we’ll be doing it with a very special guest so I want all of you to help him along okay?”

Once you introduced Bucky, you offered him to roam around the tables where the children were already planning how to design the best hat.

As you helped a boy add stickers to his hat, your attention is diverted to a mini commotion at the table ahead.

“What’s all the buzz about?” You moved closer, almost bursting into unruly laughter yourself when you see the Congressman sitting in tiny plastic chair wearing a red cone hat similar to the character while the kids fluttered around to add sparkles and glitters, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Not Bucky though as his eyes widen at the sight of you. You give a slight cough to get the attention of the children.

“Alright now, let’s not crowd around Mr Barnes.” You ushered the children away, giving a couple of soft apologies on their behalf.

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it.” He appeared to have snapped out of his momentary embarrassment of being covered in glitter, back to his charming self that you had the privilege of experiencing firsthand.

The rest of the session went smoothly (and glitter free). Bucky watches you bid goodbye to each kid in a unique and special way, from fist bumps to hugs and sometimes just a simple wave of the hand to the quieter kids. The children's section is quiet once more and he is amazed how you flutter around the tables, cleaning up effortlessly.

"Can I help?" He finds himself speaking up.

"Oh, that's alright. Wouldn't want to get your suit all messed up." You respond airily, trying to ignore the close proximity with Bucky.

"I insist." He says firmly and starts helping you to gather the scissors. You can't help but to notice how there's a butterfly sticker on his metal hand.

"A little girl - Lucy, she put this on me." He explains fondly. "Can't bear to take it off, at least not today."

Lucy. She never failed to turn up for every library session. Although she wasn't the loudest in the room, she participated with a quiet determination. Which was why you found this revelation particularly surprising.

"That's amazing. She takes a while to warm up to strangers. Well, not that you aren't a complete stranger. You're an Avenger- oh I'm doing it again aren't I?"

"That's okay." Bucky reassures you calmly. "I like it."

His straightforwardness throws you off, leaving you flustered but oddly pleased.

"Hey-"

"No, you go first."

"Do you want to get a drink?" Bucky asks. Before you could respond, loud voices could be heard from the adult's section, slowly becoming much louder.

"Oh no..."

"There you are!" Bucky spots Alexi from a mile away with that strikingly bright red suit. The rest of the team hushes him collectively, with Yelena attempting to make herself as small as possible.

"We've been trying to call you! Then your assistant- and she said you were in this place of knowledge! Oh, and who is this lady?" Alexi stares at you, intrigued. Bucky steps in front, feeling protective.

"Alright, can we focus, please?" Bucky shoots you an apologetic look that you clearly understood.

You'll have to reschedule.

***

“So! Are you not going to tell us who she is?” John is the first to broach the topic. Bucky gives him one of his famous death glares. However, this only encourages him and the rest of the team more.

"She seems lovely." Yelena teases, "Though I'm not sure why she would be attracted to a grump like you."

"Opposites attract." Ava adds helpfully (or unhelpfully in Bucky's opinion).

The jet flies across the ocean, making its way back home. Bucky taps his foot impatiently. Any longer with this group and having to endure their teasing might just make him commit daylight murder.

Bucky feels a buzz in his pocket and he fishes out his phone to read the message.

"Oooooh! Someone's texted back!" The team is in sync with their onslaught on their leader.

"Someone just kill me now." He mumbles under his breath.

*** You tug on your cardigan, waiting for Bucky on the steps of the library.

"Doll!" You hear a familiar voice that made your heart skip a beat. Though you must say, you were a little shocked to find out that he wasn't alone.

"Hello! Miss Librarian!" Alexi booms.

"Oh my god Dad she has a name." Yelena groans.

"Yes but she is proud of her job no?"

"Sorry about these idiots. Hi, John Walker." The man extends his hand for a handshake before being brushed aside by Bucky.

"Hi," you decide to make yourself known. "Bucky's told me about all of you."

"Whatever he's told you, don't believe all of it. The man's too grumpy for his own good." Yelena pipes up as Ava nods.

"Ok! And it is time for you to all go. The jet does not need a parking ticket." Bucky interjects pushing his teammates away from you. "Bob's waiting!"

With a couple more goodbyes, the jet zooms away, leaving the two of you still standing on the steps of the library.

"Not everyday my date is late because he's keeping the world safe from bad guys and outer space threats." You joke.

Bucky doesn't say a word and you're suddenly afraid that you may have fried his internal circuits.

"Sorry, I wasn't mad-"

"I'm your date?" He says with a grin and your words slowly sink in.

"Oh, well... I thought... um..." You scramble for words much to Bucky's amusement and he takes a step closer towards you.

"Would it be weird to say right now that I was thinking exactly the same thing?"

The both of you laugh and your stomach takes this moment to grumble loudly.

"Someone's hungry. I know a good Japanese Restaurant."

"I'm always down for good food."

He slots his fingers in between yours, holding on to your hand firmly.

"Great, then Sushi awaits."

"You are a god send."

[gojos-version]

The taste of your lips..

Pairings- Boyfriend! Satoru Gojo x girlfriend! reader

Summary- the two of you haven’t fucked yet but satoru would never have imagined your first times in the fucking clsssroom.

Word count- 3.4K

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Authors note- Hey guys!! I really hope you like this piece, it took time to write but ahh I’ve had this idea in my head for a while 😭 I would’ve uploaded it way earlier but it didn’t feel like it was done. anyways take care lovelies and please take care of yourselves<3

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It was a peaceful day with your boyfriend, Satoru, the both of you cuddled under a blanket with the heater on, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together.

The soft hum of whatever shitty horror movie you were both watching and the almost empty popcorn next to the both of you felt intimate. Comfortable.

Satoru’s hand rubs circles under his shirt your shirt on your hip, his cologne filling your senses; making you snuggle closer into his neck.

You feel him peck a kiss to your head making your cheeks and ears feel hot. You press a soft kiss in between his neck and jaw in response, not seeing the soft lovesick smile tugging at his lips.

You turn your head to face the screen and when you turn your head to the worse timing ever a jumpscare pops up on the screen making you jump against him.

“‘S okay baby, I’m here” he coos, kissing your temple. “I’m not scared it just had bad timing” you scoff, keeping your eyes glued to the screen and fighting the butterflies in your stomach. “Sure.” You can hear the grin in his voice at that. You let out a tsk and keep rubbing circles on his chest.

You haven’t noticed it but the entire time instead of satoru watching the movie, his eyes were drawn to you, your hand, your face, the way your eyebrows twitched, the way your cheeks heated up when he kissed you, the way your brow furrowed slightly while watching the movie, it made his stomach warm up and his heart speed up; almost thumping out of his chest.

Suddenly you shift to untangle your legs with his and you slide a leg over his waist, straddling him. “Watcha doin’, baby?” He grins up at you and you smile down softly at him.

You don’t reply with words but reply with a soft hum, cupping his face and thumbing his bottom lip. You observe how his cheeks flare up with a soft hue of red and you tilt his jaw up.

With that you press your lips against his, sealing both of your lips together, your tongue swirling in his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and moving down to the inside of his cheek, mapping out his entire mouth.

You feel his hands bunch up to fists against your shirt at your waist, making your shirt expose a silver of your tummy. It definitely didn’t help Satoru that you were wearing his shirt. His shirt.

He moans into your mouth and your fingers snake up to his hair, tugging it lightly. Your nails scratch his scalp softly, earning a muffled whimper as you suck his tongue into your mouth.

Your hips unconsciously slowly grind onto his, eliciting more gasps from him, his eyes squeezed shut. Both of your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen but right now it felt too good to part.

Your hand snakes to his undercut, playing with it and the nape of his neck as you pull away. A string of saliva connecting the both of you and red decorating both of your cheeks and the tips of your ears as you part.

The both of you stay unmoving for a few seconds, chests heaving and breaths fanning on each others lips.

Before you can make a move, satoru slams his lips back on yours and shoves his tongue down your throat. “M-Mpmph!-“ You yelp out in surprise, Satoru grunting against your lips as he pushes your chest against his.

Your perky nipples now hard push against his chest making a shiver crawl up your spine, his tongue dominates yours, swirling both of your tongues together as you try to fight back before his tongue pins yours.

He sucks on your bottom lip and nips at it, his clothed hard cock; hot pushing against your clothed cunt that had formed a big wet patch from how fucking soaked you were. Just kissing had the both of you so hot and bothered and it embarrassed you.

You whimper in response and snake your hands under his shirt and scratch at his chiseled abs and pecks. Fuck he was so fucking hot.

If you keep going lower you’d feel his happy trail. Shit. You could almost cum untouched at this point.

How hot he felt..you slowly push the bottom of his shirt up till his abs are exposed to you, the both of your tongues intertwining together as you unconsciously sink your clothed cunt against his clothed cock.

You hear him gasp out a moan against your mouth and you swallow it up greedily, letting out gasps and moans yourself when you feel his hands squeezing your ass and running over your thighs. It felt good. Too good.

You gasp in sudden realisation. Fuck. You guys are so close to fucking right? Your heart hammers against your ribcage and you pull away quickly leaving Satoru shocked.

“A-are you okay, baby..?”, “Yeah- ‘m fine..just needa use the bathroom” with that you quickly jump off satoru and sprint to the bathroom.

You lock the door behind you and you let your back fall against it; sinking down till you sat on the cool floor. You couldn’t stop yourself from panting, you shivered feeling your arousal drip through your panties down to your thighs.

You’ve never been this aroused before. Even before the both of you have made out or kissed in the past.

You decide to just get ready for bed and put yourself to sleep. Yeah.

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The next morning you sit in class you slam your head down on the table. You could’ve finally fucking done it but you chickened out.

“Girl what’s wrong, I haven’t seen you this bummed out in weeks.” You raise your head to see shoko grinning down at you.

“You wont believe this, Sho.” You whine dramatically. thank god it was just the two of you in the classroom at the moment. You were secretly thankful that Satoru wasn’t here yet or it’d be realllyyyy embarrassing.

“We almost finally did it and I chickened out last second.” You cry out holding your head in your hands, “We were so close and I just- ruined it- he has to hate me now I’m the worse!”, “Shit you really did fuck up.”She teases and pats your head. Gee thanks, like I didn’t know that.

“Satoru wouldn’t hate you over that. He doesn’t care about doing it and you know it, he wouldn’t force anything on you, girl. Relax” You let out a hmph in response but before you can say more- speak of the devil- struts into the room accompanied by the others.

You sigh as Yaga starts talking about what missions are coming up and who’s being assigned to what. You can’t find yourself to focus on it though.

Your eyes are drawn to your boyfriend who for once seemed quieter than usual. Maybe even as distracted as you.

What you didn’t expect was for his eyes to meet yours, a red flush flaring up both of your cheeks and with that he quickly looks away trying to contain himself.

You don’t even register when it’s just you and Satoru sitting in the class alone, lost in a trance.

Shakily you raise to your feet and step over to him, gulping nervously. No. You have to do things without being nervous.

“I’m sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you, baby.” You barely even recognise your own voice but you go with it. You see him swallow a lump in his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing up and down, almost like he was nervous too.

You straddle him on the chair and cup his face, humming at his red cheeks and ears. “We have to be quick before the others walk in on us, ‘Kay?” You say sweetly, Satoru nods his head, already half hard.

You press your lips against his with so much passion it makes his head dizzy. You were consuming his thoughts and he felt like he was about to shoot a hole through his pants.

“B-baby-! Are you sure about this..” he gasps out between pecks and without responding you unzip his pants and pull his dripping length out.

He grips the edge of the table behind you, his knuckles going white and his chest heaving.

You pull your stockings down enough, moving your soaked panties to the side and exposing your glistening cunt.

You slide your dripping cunny along his weeping flushed tip, sliding it between your silky folds; making the both of you shiver in response.

Each slow grind of your hips made lewd wet shwaps! Slowly filling the room with both of your panting and your wet cunts filthy sounds as your hips slowly started to speed up.

You kiss Satoru’s jaw and nip softly at it causing him to let out breathy pants and whines. “Shhh quiet, can I sink down on it?” Your cunt eagerly throbs like a second heart beat, his pre cum mixing with your slick all over your pussy and his needy cock.

He nods his head frantically knowing his words would betray him. Slowly you start sinking down on his hot cock. Fuck.

The stretch. Biiiiggg stretch. It almost hurt. You gasp against his neck and you look up to see him biting his lip; hard enough to draw blood.

You keep sinking your hips doooowwnn deeper till eventually his balls are resting in the crevice of your ass. Shivering at the feeling of his sloppy tip throbbing against your womb.

Your pussy lips kissing- more making out- with his pelvis. A lewd bulge making itself prominent in your tummy, showing how deep he was inside of you.

Your slick covering his balls and pelvis as you sit there for a bit, letting your cunt adjust to his huge size. Ofcourse he wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without having a big long cock huh?

And he? Despite being the strongest he looked like the weakest under you right now.

The way his hands trembled and gripped the table, the way his heart was plummeting out of his chest, the way his face was crimson red and his glasses all crooked. His pupils blown wide and chest heaving like he was just about to lose control of himself.

Hmm.. why not stir the pot a bit? You giggle to yourself before slowly moving your hips up till his tip was nearly out of your puffy cunt then slamming back down with such force- you surprised yourself that the chair didn’t break- watching every single twitch and shiver of his body.

One thrust. And it felt that good.

You gulp down a lump in your throat and whisper into his ear, “Such a good boy f’me aren’t you? Just letting me bounce on your dick huh? Cmon ‘Toru touch me, jus don’t be too louuuddd-” you slur and hiccup out, goosebumps prickling along your skin when you feel a clammy hand come down to your hip with an iron grip.

You were sure to have a handprint on your hip after this. Without warning you start slowly dragging your hips up till his tip was almost out of you justttt to slam your hips down ruthlessly all the way to the hilt.

His free hand that wasn’t on your hip slapped his mouth shut, putting as much pressure as he could to silence any noises coming out of his throat because if he didn’t he’d probably alert the entirety of jujutsu high what the two of you are up to.

His head falls back; leaving his throat wide open to you, all for you to devour. You lean forward, your tits pushing flush against his chest as you nibble and suck at his throat.

Your walls gripped around him like a vice; with each slam of your hips you felt so tight and warm he could cum any second. The thick veins of his cock pulsating against your velvety insides, absorbing everything his dripping shaft had to offer.

He was gonna cum the moment you sunk your sloppy cunt on his hot, throbbing cock for the first time. He didn’t say anything but even though it was the first time as a couple you were both you know- getting to this stage. He was way too embarrassed to ever tell you he was a virgin.

His eyes half lidded and drool seeping past his hand as you keep your pace up, the chair creaking; screaming if it could under the both of you.

He was thankful he could at least hide his eyes behind his glasses, the amount of times they rolled back or squeezed shut in pleasure would be applaudable.

Your body prickles a bit feeling the bulge in your tummy throb as you squished yourself against him. The bulge felt so sensitive it was like it enhanced your pleasure knowing he was making a bump in you, as if he showing the world where he was. How deep inside of you he was.

Your hand squeezes his shoulder and your other one plucks his glasses off face slowly, slipping them onto your face instead.

Even with his hand clenched on his face it couldn’t silence the muffled moan screeching out of his throat. The sound of skin slapping each other and lewd wet slicks sounded throughout the room. Accompanied by both of your muffled moans and pants ofcourse.

You watched as Satoru’s eyes rolled back, “Close, baby?” You hum in his ear and he lets out a muffled string of whimpers and moans giving you your answer. You fucking ride his dick like an animal, like he was your personal dildo.

The thought of that crossing his mind made his veins flare up and heat tighten in his abdomen. Tears pricked his eyes, fat globs threatening to spill down his cheeks any moment. Noticing that, it made your tight hole suck him in begging to milk him dry.

Nonononono satoru- you can’t cum yet. Not yet. He scolds himself but.. when your pace somehow picks up and goes harder, each slam of your hips sending zaps through his body… fuck he doesn’t know if he can control himself.

He doesn’t know if he can even stop himself from painting your insides white.

Both of your thighs and bodies sweaty, slick thighs slapping onto his pants which were drenched. You bring a hand to the nape of his neck and squeeze lightly, angling his head up to yours.

Shit he looked so pathetic it fueled the heat coursing through your body for more..more..more..more..

Before you could even register it that tight coil in your tummy snaps as you’re squeezing his cock like you want to strangle it, your white creamy cum covering his entire length.

You swear you saw not stars but heaven itself. Or white. Pure white. You don’t think you’ve ever cum this hard. Your stupid toys never made you cum this much or this hard.

Your body quivers and shakes above Satoru but him? Oh he’s not any better.

His honeyed lips all bloody and bitten, suppressed by his hand with such force he’s half surprised he hasn’t ripped his own jaw off. Drool dripping down his chin forming a wet patch below.

His muscles flex and bulge as he tries his hardest to keep himself quiet, electricity zapping through his bloodstream like a magnet focusing on his abdomen.

Shit. The moment your tight walls started squeezing him that was it for him. Satoru gojo, the strongest, Satoru no one could touch him gojo, Satoru the strongest sorcerer of the modern age gojo.

He was the weakest right now. His body fully surrendering to pleasure. Pleasure you were providing him. His eyes rolled back to his head as his mind went blank, feeling his high breached.

As your gooey walls twitch and throb around his length you shudder when you feel his warm cum fill your insides. Deep. To your cervix. Filling you with ropes and ropes of cum.

How the fuck could he come this much? What human comes so much after one round?

You gasp and whimper at the feeling before his dick finally stops with one last twitch. “Shit, you came so much, ‘toru..”, With that you gently take his hand off his face and press a soft kiss to his pillowy lips.

When you part, without a word he suddenly lifts you up and spins you around so your tummy and tits were pressed flush against the table, your ass facing him and slimey cunt. You hear a thud and quickly discover it’s him sinking to his knees.

“Wh-what are you-o-oh!” You whimper out feeling his tongue lick a looonggg stripe up your puffy lips. You smack your hand on your mouth once he starts to kitten lick at your lips, circling your clit and putting his tongue flat to get a nice biigggg slurp! Of your cunt which slowly started to drip of his cum. “Mm we taste so good together..”

You, still overly sensitive from your orgasm that you had not even a few minutes ago, had your body on fire and making you buck your hips towards his mouth. “Mmmph-! Taste so good baby..especially mixed with me.” You could hear the grin in his voice, his voice vibrating against your silky walls making your eyes widen and shoulders tense up.

You’ve never been eaten out before.

You certainly wanted to but you were too scared to in case you tasted bad- the angle terrified you too. Like what if his view is not that pleasant… but those thoughts shut down after you got together with Satoru.

He made you feel comfortable and confident for being you, accepting things that were natural and accepting you for you was something he helped you achieve.

Your free hand shoots out to the edge of the table below you, gripping it with force when his tongue sinks into your puffy hole. Fuck.

Your muscles tense up and your hips buck against his mouth pathetically. You hear a loud slurppp! And a shwap!

“Shiit baby, yeaahhhh, want me to make you cum? Is tha’ it?” He sloppily whimpers out, “Shiiitt she’s so loud! Listen to her.” Your body jolts a bit when you feel long thick fingers sink inside of your squelching cunny, scissoring your walls apart while his tongue and mouth envelop your clit.

He lets out a harsh suck on the little bundle of nerves nibbling and sucking like his life depends on it.

His fingers sink knuckle deep into your gooey hole, curling up to your gspot making your legs jump and a muffled cry leave your lips. “Ooohh she’s telling me t’ breed her again..ya hear that?”

That’s when you realise Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend who was very much a virgin was talking to your cunt, not you.

You feel electric zap through your veins, zapping to each other constantly; making you tingle all over. Heat starts piling up in your stomach till you feel your high nearing and nearing closer and closer to the edge.

“Oouuh! You’re throbbing baby..fuck yer sucking my fingers in! shiiitt,,look how slutty you are f’me..”

With each precise drive of his thick digits kissing that spongey spot oh so sweetly..so perfectly..you could feel your high seeping up through your body, a elastic tightening in your tummy ready to snap at any moment.

With each harsh suck on your clit and deep plunge of his fingers into your honeyed slick hole was too much. Before you knew it the rope in your tummy snapped causing your walls to clench tightly around his soaked digits.

Your body shakes and writhers against him, your cum and slick dripping down his wrist; eliciting a groan from him. Slowly he pulls his digits out and releases your clit with a pop! Prepping kisses over any exposed skin he could press his lips against while you calm down from your high.

“You did s’ good f’me, sweetheart..so perfect..” He coos, your breathing slowly starting to even out and become levelled as you catch your breath.

When you blink up and come back to earth Satorus already hovering above you with a soft look gracing his features. Without needing to say anything you cup his chin, bringing his face down to you and press your lips against his, sealing a slow passionate kiss.

“Are you guys fucking done yet? You’re disgusting!” A voice shatters the both of you out of your trances, making you both jump apart and your cheeks and ears flushed red.

How much did they hear exactly…

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Ex-husband!Eren who knocks on your door at the scheduled time to pick up your kids, 7 and 3 year olds. He was about to hit the call button when you opened the door dressed up and ready to leave- Wait? Dressed up to go where?

“You look beautiful.” He comments, not hiding the fact he was checking out his wife, yes his wife. You were after all still his, even though legally you weren’t. “I’ll go get the girls.” You nod getting ready to shut the door when he stops it, “Can i uh- use the bathroom? Yea I gotta pee real quick.” He lies offering you that damn ‘up to no good’ smile.

Rolling your eyes, you step aside, “Make it quick, I got somewhere to be.” Eren walks in and heads to the guest bathroom where he knew from instinct. You and Eren had been together for a while, got married a year into the relationship. You got pregnant a year later and bought a house together. There was’t really an exact reason why you guys got divorced, other than the fact that work and life just caught up to the both of you guys. Constant arguments, no time for each other, lots of cancelled dates, etc. The spark was dying, but in your eyes, there was no longer a spark. You were drained of being home all the time everyday, same thing. The cancelled dates- the dates you were looking forward to- was really the last straw.

Eren ended up giving everything to you, the house, the car, the savings, after all, it’s all for you and your kids. He felt like shit when he heard your feelings after being served divorce papers, apparently your ‘one last chance’ was when he cancelled the getaway you set up for the two of you because he had to go on a bullshit business trip. (One he didn’t even want to go to in the first place.)

You made your way up to the girl’s room seeing that your 7 year old is watching tv while laying next to her sister, who is sleeping. “Hey baby girl , daddy’s here.” You smile at her and squat down next to them. It was already about to be 7:30pm and you had to leave by then. Eren told you he was going to be a bit late but he’ll be there.

“Mommy can I finish the movie please?” Your daughter ask you with puppy dog eyes. You’ve seen the movie a thousand times so you know it’s about to end, “Okay sure, I’m gonna go finish getting ready in my room okay?” You tell her with a small smile. She nods and looks a back at the tv. You get up and head to grab a small blanket to put over your two girls.

They already had dinner and a bath just waiting for Eren to come. As you go to leave the room, you run into Eren, who was waking down the hallway to the girls room. “She wants to finish the movie, join her if you’d like.” You tell him as you open the door to your room and sit on the vanity to finish up your makeup.

You reach for your phone to text your friends would be a little late to the dinner plans but you were still going.

“Where are you off to?” You hear Eren say from behind you. You glance in the mirror and see him leaning against the door. It had been a while since he stepped foot in the once shared bedroom, he smiled at how you decorated it.

“A hot date.” You reply grabbing your mascara and putting it on, still watching him, more so his reaction. “Do they know you’re married?” Eren steps closer, still leaving space between you two.

“We’re divorced.” You roll your eyes, closing the mascara and grabbing the blush and your fluffy brush, “besides I doubt they’d care even if I was.” You add admiring how good you look in the mirror.

Eren eyes scan your seated body. The backless black dress you were wearing, how good your back looks. How soft your skin looks, when you lean forward to make sure your lipliner is good. He gets flashbacks of your arch when bouncing on his dick. He sucks in a breath and looks away, every part of you looks good. He’d probably get off just watching you bend your knee to place it on the couch from the floor. He is down bad. He misses you bad. It had been almost a full 2 years since your divorce date. No one could ever compare to you, he gave up after the second date (his friends forced him to go on). They simply weren’t you. His plan? Win you back as a gentleman would or win you back by fucking you so good you remember.

Good thing he can do both!

It was those sweet ones that suggested your daughter to watch another movie before they left (she ended up falling asleep right next to her sister). Those same sweet words that led you guys to share a kiss, well it was supposed to be a simple kiss. Darn those sweet words that had your dress coming right back off as he led you to your shared bed. The same ones that convinced you to let him stay tonight, maybe forever.

“Shit baby.” Eren moans into your ear, his dick sliding slowly back in you. He holds you from under your knee with one hand and his other hand is under chest, holding your boobs while he fucks you from the side. Your back pressed against his chest while he kisses your neck, leaving marks he wants to be visible, moaning and licking your skin.

You mouth was ajar, one hand up tangled in his hair, holding him close, the other reached down your body as you massaged his balls slowly, moaning and begging for more. “D-don’t stop.” You whimper out wanting this to never end.

“Fuck, I miss you so much, want you back.” He whimpers when you give his balls a small squeeze, still fucking you pussy, juices from you gushing all around his dick, squeezing him tight when he hits the right angle. “You still wanna go out?” He taunts in your ear, nipping at the shell.

“N-no, wanna stay here- ohh- with y-you.” you pathetically whimper, feeling your thighs tremble in his hand, “missed you so much.”

“Pussy so perfect, miss her too.” Eren mumbles in your ear before kissing it, then he closes your legs together, and sits up, placing your legs on one of his shoulders. He kisses your ankles while he starts moving again. Not once did he slip out of you.

Your hands move to your ass, spreading it so he could see just how wet you are for him, hear it too.

“You hear that?” He bites his lip, his thrusts becoming rougher, “She misses me too.” He smirks as he spreads your legs wide, putting you in the meanest mating press, and fucking you.

He spent the first few rounds making love to you all over again and again, but this time, he’s gonna fuck you so good you remember. Remember everything and question why you even wanted a divorce, why you insisted you guys needed one.

“Shiitt Rennie.” You whine at the change of pace, using an old nickname as you try to push against his hips. “Uht uh mama, you can take it, lemme hear you say it.” He grunts not stopping, not even for a second.

He’s in so deep hitting every point inside you. Like a man on a mission. You cry out when he slams down once really hard in the most pleasurable way possible before he goes back to the pace he was doing, “You heard me baby,” he stares you down. You half-lidded lustful eyes flicker up at him, “I-I can take it-t fuuck, please Rennie.” You plead feeling your 3rd orgasm coming in fast.

“You wanna cum?” He taunts changing his angle again, your eyes roll back as you nod your head fast. “Who you belong to then?”

“Y-you!” You cry out.

“Who?” He asked again, “Come one baby you can be a little louder than that. The girls won’t wake up, I turned the tv up a bit.”

“F-fuck, youu.” You answer moaning out louder.

“You? Who’s you? Did I fuck you dumb already.”

“I belong to y-you-nnghhEren. To Eren. E-eren, you you you.” You babble out as he hits your sweet spot on and on. Your vision blurs, eyes rolling as he kept going, increasing the pace. He leans down capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into each other, breaking the kiss over and over.

Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer as he digs his fingers in the back of your thighs, your walls flutter around him, sucking him in full. There was a sudden shift in the air, one you both noticed. Eren’s pace slowed but still rough thrust hitting you deep in your womb, his body weight dropped onto you as you both stared into each others souls, “Marry me again, please mama, n-need you.” He murmurs softly against your lips. “Promise you everything will be different, I don’t want anyone else but you-fuck please baby please.” He begs, whimpering, his hip still passionately moving against yours. You were too fucked out to say anything else, “yes, yes Eren, need you, fuck please, wanna cum baby.”

“Yeah.” He moans moving slightly faster angling his hips differently, hitting deeper spots causing your moans to raise an octave, nodding, “yes.”

He kisses you deeply and slowly, his hips moving faster and rougher. Your back arches against his chest, moving your lips against his, accepting his tongue in your mouth, sucking on it slightly until you feel your orgasm crash over you. Eren rolls his eyes at the sounds you are making for him, the only sounds he ever wants to hear as he chases his own release. “Make me a mommy again, want you to fill me up baby.” You whimpered against his lips a very dangerous sentence. Eren’s dilated eyes snap back to your fucked out ones, “Can’t waste it then okay.” He grunts lifting his head to move it towards your neck, sucking it.

“I w-won’t.” You whine as he nips at sensitive spot, moving your head to the side. Eren starts fucking you ruthlessly, not caring about the bed hitting the wall or squeaking crazy. He doesn’t even hear it, just you, the sounds of you. He pushes your legs impossibly down more as he feels his dick twitch inside your greedy drooling fluttering pussy, his knees buckling as he came, moaning your name.

Eren sits up and pulls out to the tip before fucking his cum back in you slowly, watching how you suck him up with ease, feeling how your sensitive pussy is fluttering around him, “fuck baby.” He breathes out, wiping the sweat off his forehead before leaning down to kiss you again, this time a slow one, an “I miss you” kind of kiss. You accept whimpering softly as he pushes his dick deep inside you, resting there.

“Still wanna go out.” He teases pulling away slightly? You roll your eyes smirking, “shut up.”

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[negotiumcrucis]

Yep. I mean, kinda.

Like, we know some things didn't make the final cut because there are flashes of them in the first trailer, like this famous Nile line:

But according to Greg Rucka in this podcast released on 8th December 2020 (he starts talking about the deleted scenes at 22:35, but there are other TOG-related questions since 16:00), there is one particular deleted scene that involves Joe and Nicky. In fact, we see a flash of it in the first trailer, when we have this frame of Joe wearing sunglasses and looking handsome as ever:

Tumblr user @wickedpact made a live-blogging about that podcast back in the day, so you can read the transcription of the deleted scene here, but it's basically a scene where Joe arrives at the safehouse in Goussainville with the groceries and has a wordless, lovely interaction with Nicky. The fandom as a whole was very bummed out we didn't get to see it (personally, I was so mad, cause I love all Joe-related things, that I ended up writing a missing scene fic inspired by it like two days later). I mean, look at them 🥺🥺🥺

Another scene we are pretty sure was filmed but didn't make it into the movie is Nile being introduced to the boys. We have stills from that scene, tho:

And we know the scene was in the screenplay because we had access to it in June 2021, though it probably played a little differently on the screen. You can check a couple of screenplay bits about Goussainville here (which has Joe and Nicky discussing Joe's grocery shopping, lmao, with bonus Nicky being a mean older brother to Booker) and here (more Nicky and Booker being little shits at each other, followed by Nile and Andy interrupting them middle-fight).

Anyway, I recommend checking out the screenplay cause it has other delightful bits that probably didn't even get filmed (my personal favourite is JoeNicky at the border checkpoint in Morocco), but it's fun to speculate about them. Anyway, I have a tag for it (which includes artwork people made inspired by the screenplay), so have fun perusing it!

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Also, something to consider when the trailer for TOG2 drops tomorrow. As we saw it here, the first trailer had scenes that didn't make the final cut, but the second trailer (which was released one week before the movie dropped) did not -- everything in it is in the movie. So idk, maybe there's a chance people's reaction to the first trailer will have some influence on the final cut we will see on July 2. I say, we all should go to all Netflix social media and comment on the things we love about the trailer or things we want to see in the movie (like more family moments). I know TOG2 had many test screenings, so it's unlikely they will change things at this point, but one can dream.

any day now there's going to be a trailer for tog2, like, the real thing, two minutes or so long and we are going to see our immortal family back together again and people are going to make gifts and edits and then proceed to dissect every single frame and elaborate theories and marvel and despair and feral and write fics and make art and holy shit it's going to be everything i can't wait

[elliesglock]

ice analysis part ll | after pazzi cuddle

after pazzi cuddle:

this is when carol and ice start acting REALLY WEIRD. but baby truthfully im not looking at that cause what the hell is pazzi doing in the background? paige and azzi are kinda standing together behind the bar and paige is dancing for the camera. i assume azzi is trying to get her attention for a while before she shouts "PAIGE!" right into her ear. aweeee she not used to not having her girls attention. but azzi from the way paige is grinning and her eyes are looking in different directions i don't think she meant to ignore u baby trust 😭 she kinda pulls paige's face to look at whatever she's trying to show her and it lowkey looks like they either kiss again or get really close to doing it. ice covers it with her arm (babe the damage is already done but i appreciate you keeping them safe) and i honestly can't see what they're doing. i think they just got really close or had a little moment tbh. they were close and touchy this whole live so im not surprised. i don't think they're sober enough to even recognize they're being extremely obvious which says to me this is just an everyday natural thing for them. cause flirting w someone and showing ur true intentions while drunk is REAL. and pazzi showed their intentions and who they with too quick. okay so nothing really happens until this next part. it's brought up in the live about a guy named ryan, and that's who i am assuming kayla is talking to and maybe in an argument with. so this is when the two brainiacs azzi and kayla have the wonderful idea imo to give kayla a hickey to make him jealous. you can hear paige go "are you deadass right now?" which might not be directed at azzi or it could be why she later says to distract paige so she doesn't get mad when she gives her one. she legit says "can someone go distract paige? paige is gonna get mad." maybe paige is listening to their talk and is like are you deadass azzi no!! if it was just a friendly thing why would paige CARE who azzi's joking around and messing with. obv it's because she doesn't want her girlfriend to be giving hickeys and paige is also naturally possessive asf over azzi. in her head that stuffs only for her. especially after making out with her and the liquors flowing i'm sure she's even more feral and wants azzi all to herself. but before this you can hear someone come to paige and ask if "a's good?" which just seems so coupley to me. like you go up to someone's girlfriend and ask them if their girls too drunk. idk how they're gonna fix that because both of the girlies are drunk as a skunk. i think aubrey takes one for the team and goes to distract p because you can hear paige going "AUBREY AND I WE LOCKED IN BRUH". and during this time everyone's looking behind the bar giggling because im assuming azzi is giving her a hickey. you even hear yanna say "bro it's a movie when he gets here!". now just to preface this a FRIENDLY funny thing that is happening between friends i am not insinuating azzi is cheating on paige because that's not what's happening at all. before i get the warriors in my inbox. azzi says she needs a shot after that (no you don't babe) and she just gave kayla (and what it sounds like to me) a hickey. little tiny moment a couple minutes after this where ice shows a comment of someone saying paige and andre 👀? and her and carol laugh about it for like a minute cause they know who she with and what she doing in that bar. around the same time, where tf did paige and azzi go haven't we haven't seen them for a good five minutes....they in that bathroom for sure. ice evens reads a comment that asks where's paige and her and kayla kinda stumble over each other trying to figure out an answer.

first ice looks around and doesn't see her (she's w her girl making out in that bathroom im telling you), then kayla says she's playing cornhole, then ice says she's getting them shots. like okay keep joking but we know u fr don't know where paige is. and they also say they don't know where azzi is either. so my agenda that they've been making out this whole time in the bathroom or somewhere off the in corner shall prosper. then azzi and paige come walking back together and lemme just say they looking ROUGHHHH. paige comes dancing but they but they both look so tense and blushy. idk im convinced for sure they had something going on. lowkey ice was being hella careful for the rest of the live cause 1. we don't see paige and azzi again (i think that slight little kiss in the beginning started something elseeeeeee. like they eventually just had to go somewhere and take care of some business tbh) also the whole bar empties out from around her so someone had to of told their drunk asses to move away from the live.

i didn't really watch the end cause im lazy oops but lemme know if there's anything i needa add cause i didn't see anything else. thank you for reading guys! lemme know any thoughts you have!! 🤍

and with that L's in the chat for ice, i'm sorry this live continues to be your destiny and u also had deal w this drunk ass paige all night ❤️‍🩹

[infanttoes]

Flip4Flip! 💥Katsuki & Izuku☘️ HCs

Sorry for my lack of posting. I don’t have an excuse tbh, I just didn’t feel like it :P

This duo as my apology. Idk how I haven’t done them yet, I just realized. They’re one of my faves🧍

☘️ : This has been established before, but Katsuki’s a toddler regressor (4-ish) while Izuku kinda slides around from toddler to preteen, nothing’s ever really stuck.

💥 : Katsuki refuses to ever admit he’s regressed. He’ll literally threaten to uppercut someone in the jaw at the mere suggestion, even though he’s simultaneously fantasizing about going to bed and watching All Might movies with a sippy cup full of orange juice. Izuku’s tactic is often to just subtly watch over him and do simple things like grabbing him snacks or changing the TV channel to cartoons until he stops trying to fight it.

☘️ : Izuku definitely picked up Katsuki’s swearing habit and it’s become a major battle. Katsuki would be making him lunch and accidentally drops food on the floor, followed by a hushed “shit.” But we all know nothing gets past Izuku. That word became his anthem for the next three hours.

💥 : You haven’t seen hyperactive ‘til you’ve seen a regressed Katsuki. Izuku takes him to the park and gives him activities to do regularly, but he never seems to run out of energy. He’s always on the go! This has resulted in very, very frequent hikes and rock climbing trips because that seems to be the only thing that tuckers this kid out.

☘️ : Izuku forces Katsuki to color with him. And gets offended that his drawings look better so he takes away his crayons. Sometimes he’ll shove his paper in the other’s face and make him guess what it is, but God forbid he gets it wrong (even though it’s usually All Might or Katsuki himself.)

💥 : Both have very distinct ways of comforting each other. Katsuki believes in the art of minimalism (he doesn’t know how to comfort someone.) He’ll usually sit with Izuku and rub his back idly until the tears die down. Izuku doesn’t mind since he doesn’t typically wanna talk about it anyway. On the other end of the spectrum, Izuku is like an anxious mom. He’ll destroy all 7 world wonders to satiate the beast we call Katsuki, and most of the time he just needs a nap.

☘️ : Katsuki calls Izuku mama or papa. It’s never consistent, just depends on the day honestly. At first, Izuku tried correcting mama but he gave up after a week of no results. Izuku only ever uses Kacchan, and Katsuki actually finds he’s more comfortable with that than anything else.

💥 : Although they’d both been regressors for a while, Izuku was the first one to make himself known by appearing in Katsuki’s doorway at one in the morning, trembling in fear because he thought the pile of clothes on his desk chair was a monster. Katsuki’s first time regressing around Izuku was after the war. They co-depended too hard and he accidentally revealed his true identity during a sleepover 😔

☘️ : Physical Touch & Acts of Service. They clash very often because Katsuki has very strict physical boundaries and Izuku feels guilty when people do things for him, but they make it work.

💥 : You best bet they still bicker and annoy each other, even when one is little. It’s just a bit different. Katsuki tries to purposefully break the rules and give Izuku an attitude just for the attention. He likes testing his patience. Izuku is the “why” type of kid. He’ll ask why a million times over, even if he already got or knows the answer to his question, just because he thinks it’s hilarious to see Katsuki try not to pop a vessel.

☘️ : They have a shared drawer full of All Might bandaids that they restock bi-monthly.

[sp1der-wid0w]

Usually you’re right about certain things, but this where I know you’re just doing this to hate on Peter B. If you remember the first movie, Gwen makes her official appearance when she saves both Miles and Peter B. by kicking Earth 1610’s Doc Ock’s ass, and Peter kinda did look like a foolish when Gwen made her presence known.

So, based on the skills of Gwen being a badass.. do you really think that she would want to be mentored by a dude like Peter B. he’s already struggling with Miles, and she sees him as an equal to the point that she’s discussing with him throughout the movie if Miles is even ready to be Spiderman.

And they seemed to grow closer, talking about things and fighting along each other. But Gwen most definitely didn’t see him as someone to learn things from or look up to. You just can’t handle Jess taking accountability i’m ngl. You won’t stop talking about how Peter B. tied Miles up to prevent him from joining them to stop the collider, but you’ll let Jess slide for kicking Miles in the ribs in the air..?

It’s giving double standards i’m not going to lie to you bae. But anyways, Gwen didn’t want Peter B. as a mentor, she didn’t look up to Peter B. as a mentor, and Gwen definitely just thinks that Peter B. and her are just friends.

No hate to any of the characters because well.. they’re literal cartoon superheroes, and the sequel is coming out in 2027, we got two more years to see where there characters will and won’t improve throughout the next movie.

Why Didn't Peter Mentor Gwen?

Back at it again with my biweekly anti-Peter B hate post :) 💗 I'm full of rage - MEDIUM length post

If Peter wanted to be a mentor so badly I don't understand why he didn't just mentor Gwen.

Like... Logically speaking there had to be a time where Gwen DIDN'T know Hobie yet and was staying on Campus.

And we already know he was in the Society when she got there - cause he was there to see Gabbie die.

Like he's always talking about wanting to be a mentor.

And then Gwen pulls up to HQ homeless, emotionally wrecked, and in need of a mentor and suddenly he's like 'You got this one Jess 😃'

'I know I literally know Gwen almost as much as I know Miles and I know you're 8 1/2 months pregnant but you got this one Jess'

Like I don't understand 😭😭 the WHOLE movie that's all he talks about wanting to be a mentor so so badly and how sad it makes him that he can't be a Good Mentor

meanwhile Gwen is literally standing there homeless in need of a mentor ten thousand times more than Miles

Why not just mentor her????? She's literally right there

Like.... Do you only wanna mentor Miles or..

And I've heard people say he couldn't have mentored or housed her because he just had MayDay and like-

Bullshit.

Cause there are hundreds of millions of families that somehow can raise a baby and a teenager at the same time.

That's not even a difficult feat. That's not even uncommon???? 😭 Chances are a lot of our parents did the exact same thing - looking after a baby and a fairly independent teenager isn't that bizarre

And also - Peter can go home and put down MayDay.

Jessica can't go home and take off her pregnant stomach. If anything, Jessica would be the one MORE busy and more in needing of rest.

Yet Peter still left it to her.

But sure let Peter walk around in a robe while Jessica gotta play backup for Miguel - must black women do everything in this house.

And even if we say that Jessica is there because she wants to be, which she probably is, EVENTUALLY she's gonna have to take off to have her baby. That's inevitable.

So... What were they gonna do with Gwen then???? Wouldn't it make sense to give it to Peter, knowing Jess is probably gonna be on a short or extended leave soon....

And then there's the excuse that Gwen might not have wanted Peter as a mentor, which ????? Cause what makes you think she'd want a random stranger to be her mentor or a random stranger to try to befriend her or house her.

Gwen won't even talk to her own friends. Chances are Hobie had to do MONUMENTAL work to get Gwen to open up.

So it's not like Gwen just chose to run to people who weren't Peter. Jessica and Hobie most likely would have had to approach Gwen purposefully to build those relationships with her.

Which Peter could have done as well. But he didn't.

Jessica wasn't even running and eager to mentor Gwen, but she still did her best and gave it her all.

Meanwhile Peter B is crying and whining the whole movie about how much he missed Miles and he wants to be a good mentor and father

Meanwhile there is a homeless teenager he personally knows in need of a mentor and he pretends he does not see it

Okay dude. Sure. You totally wanna be a mentor for the purpose of helping kids. Yeah sure, you totally aren't doing this for your own self validation bro.

I even heard someone say 'Yeah well Peter only knew Gwen one day at this point-'

umm umm umm

THE SAME IS TRUE FOR MILES??!!! Which makes this WEIRDER!!!

He's known Gwen and Miles for about the same time, and have shared a lot of the same experiences together but Peter only seems to be interested in mentoring or helping out Miles.

Is that not bizarre?????

Like realistically speaking - Hobie did not meet Gwen day one. Or maybe even week one.

There had to be period in time where - at first - only Miguel, Jess, and Lyla know about Gwen.

And we see that Peter and Miguel are together a lot -or comfortable around each other. So it's not like Peter wouldn't know that Gwen is there now.

So like ??????

Peter were the fuck were you between the dates of Gwen arriving and Hobie meeting her?

That shit not adding up.

Peter wants to be father of the year with his daughter but he be having his daughter in the face of Miguel, who lost his own daughter, and be ignoring Gwen who lost her own father.

Like, dude read the mfing room!!!!

If Peter really wanted to be a mentor he would've begged Miguel to help Gwen.

Instead he wanna monologue about his goddamn baby. Don't nobody wanna hear about your baby.

Matter of fact Hobie should adopt your baby too. Give him MayDay. You don't deserve no children. Actually Hobie runs a foster home now sorry. Rename her to MayDay Brown. It sounds better anyway.

Buti will never understand it

Like how the whole movie he's crying about being a good mentor and letting down Miles meanwhile I'm here like .. gwen,.. gwens crying peter. turn around shes literally about to cry maybe you should Do Something

ESPECIALLY since Gwen needs EMOTIONAL mentoring, not TECHNICAL mentoring.

She's been Spiderwoman years. She does not need Jessica's mentoring style. She needs someone who is going to make an effort to connect with her emotionally despite her difficulties opening up.

But I guess that someone wasn't Peter!!!!!

'I wanna be a good mentor'

Well you're not trying hard enough. You might not even be trying at all. What is Miguel paying you for. He better not be paying you 😭😭

Idk what the hell they're gonna do with Peter in BTSV cause idc what he says or does every time he comes on screen im gonna be looking at him like

'die. sacrifice yourself. dive under the rubble. save gwens life. your only value to me is the relief i will feel seeing you die.'

You don't know how much it bothers me knowing that I have to rewatch this series with him as a character in it. It's like having a shit stain on your wedding dress.

Mentor. Mentor my ass. Hobie is a better mentor to Gwen AND Miles. The dude who speaks in rhymes and riddles can somehow open Gwens Pandora's box of emotional trauma meanwhile Peter b Parker 'forgets' he's wearing a tracking watch.

I am on a war path against this man. I will not be silenced

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 || 𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖ü𝚑𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you surprise her with a trip

You noticed the slump in her shoulders before she even said a word.

Nika had always been vibrant—laughing too loud, talking with her hands, dancing in the kitchen even when there was no music. But ever since the game where it happened, she’s been quiet in ways you’re not used to. It’s not just the crutches or the brace on her leg—it’s her silence, her sighs, the way she looks out the window like she’s somewhere else entirely.

You’ve watched her scroll through photos of home more than once lately. Zagreb sunrises. Her mom’s cooking. Her dad hugging her in a grainy, low-res photo from her high school days. She never says anything, but you see it.

So you make a plan.

You talk to her doctors. You work with her agent to make sure the travel won’t mess with her rehab. You email her mom in secret. You book the flights.

And then you wait.

She leans against you at the airport, brows furrowed as she stares at the departure board.

“Nika,” you murmur, a little too pleased with yourself. “Gate 47.”

She blinks, then does a double take. “Wait—Zagreb? Are you serious?”

You grin. “Surprise.”

Nika stares at you, jaw slack, before slowly breaking into a stunned, watery smile. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” You reach into your bag and pull out two passports. “We’re going home, baby.”

Her face crumples just a bit, tears building before she even speaks. “You planned all this?”

You nod. “I’ve been watching you miss it. I figured… maybe what you need isn’t just rest. Maybe it’s your roots.”

Nika throws her arms around you, hugging you tight enough to make your ribs creak. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up,” you whisper into her hair, grinning. “You absolutely do.”

The flight is long, and her knee gets sore halfway through, but you spend it leaning on each other, watching movies and holding hands under the blanket. And when you land, the late afternoon light over Zagreb feels like something sacred. Nika’s eyes never stop moving, drinking in every billboard, every familiar street sign, every patch of sky that looks like her childhood.

Her mom is waiting outside the gate. The second Nika sees her, the world tilts.

“Mama,” she whispers, already crying again.

They crash into each other like they’re still tethered by something invisible. You hold back, giving them space, until her mom pulls back and beckons you forward with warm eyes and open arms.

“You must be the angel,” she says, accented but clear, hugging you like you’re already family.

You blush. “Hi, Mrs. Mühl. Thank you for letting me—”

“Nonsense. You brought my daughter home. You can stay forever,” she says, waving off your gratitude with a wink. “Come. Your room is ready. And your favorite soup is on the stove, Nika.”

Nika groans, delighted. “Is it grah?”

Her mom beams. “Of course.”

That night, you curl up with Nika in her childhood bedroom, surrounded by faded posters and UConn clippings on the walls. She’s wearing one of her old high school jerseys and an oversized pair of pajama pants.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she murmurs, fingers tracing your wrist under the covers.

“I’d do it again.”

“I needed this so bad,” she admits, voice cracking. “I didn’t even realize how much until I stepped off that plane.”

You kiss her temple. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. You would’ve said no.”

Nika chuckles softly. “Yeah… probably.”

You squeeze her hand. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

She lets herself cry then, but it’s soft, like rain tapping against a window. She clings to you until her breathing slows, and when she falls asleep in your arms, you swear she smiles for the first time in weeks.

The next morning, her dad insists on taking you both for a walk through the neighborhood, laughing at the stories they share.

“She broke her front tooth right there,” he says, pointing to a crooked curb. “Chased a dog on a scooter. Boom. Face plant.”

Nika groans. “Tata, don’t tell them that.”

You snort. “Oh no, I need photos. Immediate proof.”

“Ugh. I regret this entire trip,” she mutters, but she’s grinning.

Later, Nika takes you down winding cobblestone paths into the Old Town.

“This,” she says, pointing to a tiny bakery, “was where I used to sneak out to get burek before school. Don’t tell my mom.”

You raise a brow. “You were a food rebel?”

“I was a menace,” she confirms proudly. “Come on. You have to try the cheese one.”

You walk together through the city, hand in hand, stopping for coffee in a sun-drenched square where a guitarist plays old Croatian folk songs. Nika hums along under her breath, foot tapping lightly.

At the coast, a few days later, she shows you her favorite place in the world, a rocky overlook that juts into the Adriatic, just far enough from the beach to feel like your own private universe.

“This is where I used to come when I didn’t want to talk to anyone,” she says, settling beside you on a flat stone. “Just… sit and breathe.”

The water glimmers in the late light, and you turn to look at her. “You don’t have to be alone here anymore.”

Nika looks at you, eyes full of something quiet and infinite. “I don’t want to be.”

You stay for ten days. You help her mom make sarma and her dad teaches you how to say curse words in Croatian. Nika teaches you how to dance at a small village festival. You read to her when her knee hurts. She plays old home videos for you on the TV in the living room, curled up with her head on your lap.

On the last night, her parents throw a small dinner. Her mom kisses both your cheeks and thanks you again. Her dad lifts a glass and says, “To love. The kind that brings you home.”

Nika squeezes your hand beneath the table.

At the airport gate again, this time heading back to Seattle, Nika leans into you with a soft, faraway look.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?”

“For knowing what I needed… even when I didn’t.”

You smile and kiss her knuckles. “That’s what love is, isn’t it?”

She nods.

And you both board the plane—not back to the life you left, but toward something new. Something a little more whole.

[prettygirl-gabi]

No More Ghosts

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader

Warning: Smut….MDNI……

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball/ WNBA- Dallas Wings

Summary: A name slips; love fractures, then it heals

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @iwasbored-okay

It happened in a moment I couldn’t take back.

We’d been tangled up in each other, breathless and flushed, their hands everywhere, lips on my skin, bodies pressing into mine like they couldn’t get close enough.

Paige behind me, her strap deep inside, Azzi in front with her mouth trailing down my chest—until my head tipped back, and I moaned a name that shattered the world around us.

“Kie—oh, fuck—”

Everything stopped.

The air went cold. Paige froze mid-thrust. Azzi lifted her head, blinking like she’d been slapped.

Silence.

I stared at them, wide-eyed, heart plummeting.

“No,” I whispered, horror in every syllable. “No, that’s not— I didn’t mean—”

Paige stepped back. The strap slipped out of me. Azzi sat up, the warmth in her touch gone.

“You said her name,” Azzi said flatly.

“It just— It slipped,” I begged. “It was a mistake. I swear to God—”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Paige muttered, grabbing her hoodie. “Just—don’t.”

They didn’t yell. They didn’t cry.

They just left me there. Naked. Cold. Alone.

For the next three days, they barely spoke to me.

I apologized every way I could think of—texting, calling, leaving little notes on their pillows, cooking their favorite meals.

I even sat on the couch in one of Paige’s hoodies, quiet and soft-eyed, hoping one of them would look at me long enough to see how sorry I was.

Nothing worked.

They weren’t cruel. Just… distant. Detached.

Paige sat across the room scrolling on her phone.

Azzi listened to music with her headphones in.

I’d walk into a space and feel it ice over, like I was the punchline to some awful joke they were trying not to hear.

I tried to be patient.

I understood why it hurt.

But by day four, something inside me cracked.

If they wanted to ignore me? Fine.

I can play that game too.

So I stopped trying.

Stopped saying good morning.

Stopped folding their laundry.

Stopped smiling when they walked into the room.

Stop letting them know when I was going out- which spoiler alert I would turn my location off and just hit the gym.

I gave them cold. And it wasn’t long before they hated it.

It hit Paige first.

She came into the kitchen while I was finishing my coffee, wearing just boxers and a cropped tee, messy-haired and pouty.

“Hey,” she said casually, leaning against the counter.

I didn’t look up. Just kept scrolling through my phone.

“…You ignoring me now?”

I sipped my drink. “Didn’t know we were talking again.”

Her jaw clenched.

Azzi found out next.

She walked in after her shower, towel around her neck, damp curls sticking to her collarbone.

“Want to watch a movie?” she asked.

I stood up without a word and walked right past her.

By that night, they were fuming.

I had walked into the room to go take a shower, when both Azzi and Paige walked in.

Paige entering the room first and speaking.

“You’ve made your point,” Paige snapped.

“Oh, now you care?” I said bitterly. “After four days of treating me like I don’t exist?”

Azzi crossed her arms. “You said your ex’s name while we were loving you. What did you expect?”

“I said I was sorry!” I shouted. “Over and over! You didn’t want to hear it!”

“We were hurt,” Paige muttered.

“And now you’re mad that I got tired of being punished for something I didn’t mean to say?”

I didn’t realize I was crying until Azzi stepped forward.

Her voice softened. “You hurt us.”

I blinked through the tears. “And now you’re hurting me.”

None of us spoke for a beat.

Then Paige stepped closer.

“You wanna know what I- we felt that night?” she asked, voice rough. “Like we weren’t enough. Like no matter how deep either of us were, how much we loved you, some ghost still had more of you than we did.”

My lip trembled.

Azzi cupped my cheek. “We were scared. That we don’t have all of you.”

My chest ached.

“You do,” I whispered. “You both do.”

Something shifted in the air.

Paige’s eyes darkened. “Prove it.”

I barely got the word “okay” out before Azzi shoved me back onto the bed and straddled my hips.

“You don’t get to say her name,” she said, kissing me hard. “Not tonight. Just ours.”

Paige pulled her hoodie over her head, muscles flexing under her sports bra. “We’re not holding back anymore.”

I gasped as Azzi’s hand slipped under my shirt, tweaking my nipple just as Paige dropped to her knees in front of me.

Her hands pushed my legs apart, her mouth kissing up the inside of my thigh.

“I missed this,” Paige murmured.

“Missed how sweet you sound when you’re begging.”

Azzi bit my neck lightly. “Let’s see how fast we can ruin her.”

They took me apart.

Azzi pinned my wrists above my head as Paige worked her strap in, slow and deep, my legs wrapped around her waist.

I moaned, eyes fluttering, body arching into every touch.

“Feels good?” Azzi whispered, trailing kisses down my jaw.

I nodded helplessly. “Y-Yes—God—yes—”

“You’re ours,” Paige growled, hips snapping. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whimpered. “Only yours.”

Paige pulled out just long enough for Azzi to slide in behind her, her own strap already dripping with lube.

I barely had time to breathe before Azzi thrust into me, this time harder, deeper.

“Fuck—Azzi—”

“Shh,” she said, kissing me. “Take it. You can take both.”

Paige took my mouth, silencing my cries, while her fingers played with my clit in tight, delicious circles.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Just moaned and writhed and let them take what they needed.

At some point, they flipped me.

Azzi held my legs open while Paige slammed into me from behind, her strap hitting all the right spots.

Azzi leaned down, her own strap brushing against my lips.

“You want it?” she teased.

I whimpered.

She slid in, and I nearly choked, the sensation of both girls inside me overwhelming.

Paige’s grip tightened on my hips. “She’s drooling.”

Azzi moaned. “She’s so full.”

I gagged on Azzi’s strap as Paige reached around to rub my swollen, sensitive clit again.

“Come on, baby,” Paige whispered. “Let go. Come all over us.”

And I did—harder than I ever had.

We collapsed into a tangle of limbs, sweat, and shaky breaths.

Azzi pulled me into her chest, kissing my forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m hurt. It never stopped.”

“I love you too,” I croaked.

Paige curled up behind me, her hand on my stomach, stroking softly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again.

She kissed my shoulder. “We know. We’re sorry too.”

I turned my head, meeting both their eyes. “No more ghosts. No more doubts. You two are everything.”

They smiled, tired and soft.

Azzi whispered, “Forever?”

“Forever.”

And as I drifted off, cocooned between the two women I loved, I felt whole again.

Unbreakable. Ours.

The next morning, sunlight bled in through the blinds, soft and golden, warm across my bare shoulder.

I was the first to wake up, which rarely happened—Paige was usually up before the rest of us, sneaking into the kitchen for coffee and shooting half-asleep selfies to her private story.

But this morning, she was still curled around me, shirtless, warm, one arm tucked under my neck and the other flopped over my waist like I was her emotional support plushie.

Azzi was on the other side of me, hair sticking to her cheek, lips slightly parted in that precious way she only slept when she felt safe.

She had one leg draped over mine and her hand resting low on my stomach, fingers twitching every now and then.

They were wrapped around me like I was gravity. Like if they let go, the world might tilt sideways.

And God, I’d never felt so loved.

I shifted a little, just enough to adjust my neck, and Paige let out a small groan behind me.

“Don’t move,” she mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.

“I was trying to stop my arm from falling off,” I whispered.

She nuzzled into my shoulder. “Let it fall. Don’t care. Wanna stay here.”

I smiled. “You’re clingy in the mornings.”

Azzi stretched behind me with a soft hum, then kissed my temple.

“You’re warm,” she murmured. “Like a little space heater.”

“Hot girls run hot,” I teased.

Azzi chuckled. “Clearly. You nearly set the sheets on fire last night.”

I groaned and hid my face in Paige’s chest. “Okay, too soon.”

Paige laughed sleepily and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re lucky we’re obsessed with you.”

I peeked up at her. “Still?”

She blinked down at me. “Always.”

Azzi gently turned my face to kiss my cheek, then whispered, “Even when we mess up. Even when you do. We figure it out.”

I melted between them like honey left in the sun.

We stayed in bed way too long—sheets tangled, limbs wrapped, kisses traded lazily between all three of us.

At one point, Paige got up to pee and came back with a tray of water bottles and fruit snacks.

“This is what champions eat,” she declared, tossing two bags of Scooby-Doo gummies on the bed.

Azzi sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You brought exactly two fruit snacks and didn’t think we’d fight over Scooby?”

“There’s like five packs in there—” Paige started.

Azzi immediately snagged the pack with the blue Scooby gummies and tossed it to me. “She gets the best one. She earned it.”

I beamed. “Finally, justice.”

Paige rolled her eyes and collapsed next to me again. “Y’all are lucky I’m obsessed.”

“You keep saying that,” I teased, “but I don’t see a ring.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Careful. Paige has a Pinterest board.”

“Lies,” Paige muttered, blushing.

“Really?” I grinned, climbing onto her lap. “Am I on it?”

“You might be the whole thing.”

My heart fluttered. “Then I guess I’m lucky too.”

Eventually, we got up—Azzi in one of my oversized shirts, Paige in boxers and mismatched socks, me in Paige’s old UConn hoodie and nothing else.

They kept brushing against me—Azzi with passing back hugs while I poured coffee, Paige tapping her fingers against my lower back when she reached past me for the peanut butter.

At one point, Paige caught me leaning against the counter, eyes still sleepy, and she pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You look soft today,” she said.

“I feel soft,” I mumbled.

Azzi sat on the counter, sipping her oat milk latte. “That’s ‘cause you’re safe now.”

The words hit me deeper than I expected.

Because I was safe. With them.

And even after the hurt, the silence, the pain of saying the wrong name—they still chose me.

Still worshipped me.

Still loved me.

After breakfast, Paige pulled me onto the couch and laid with her head in my lap while Azzi curled up on the other side and threw a blanket over all of us.

We didn’t talk much. Just let the comfort settle.

I threaded my fingers through Paige’s hair while Azzi rubbed slow circles on my thigh.

At one point, Paige murmured, “I know it was an accident.”

I blinked down at her. “Huh?”

“That night. What you said. I know you didn’t mean to.”

Azzi nodded softly. “We were just scared.”

“I know,” I said, voice cracking. “And I hated that I made you feel like that.”

Paige reached up and pulled my hand down to kiss my knuckles.

“You didn’t lose us,” she whispered. “You never will.”

Azzi added, “Even when we sulk, we’re still yours.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You promise?”

“On everything,” Paige said.

“Always,” Azzi echoed.

We stayed there for hours—napping, talking, watching dumb videos on Azzi’s phone.

There was no more tension, no lingering anger.

Just the warmth of love that had bent but didn’t break.

They took turns kissing me until I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered once, half-asleep.

“Yes, you do,” Paige said firmly, pulling the blanket higher. “You deserve everything.”

Azzi snuggled in closer. “And we’re gonna keep giving it.”

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[evenyvn]

Love Know no Bounds

Poly! WooSan x Fem! Reader

summary : Bound by years of friendship, you, San, and Wooyoung teeter on the edge of something more—where every touch lingers too long, and every glance says what none of you dare to speak.

cw : she/her reader, sfw, slightly suggestive, fluff, a little angst, fast-burn, bestfriends to lovers, un-established polyamorous relationship, three of them are in denial and oblivious, yearning, more to be added.

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You’ve known them for as long as you’ve known yourself.

Choi San and Jung Wooyoung—your constants, your other halves—your world. From the moment you all could walk, it was always you three. Stumbling toddlers, mischievous kids, awkward middle schoolers, and now high school seniors standing on the edge of adulthood together.

Your parents would often laugh, shaking their heads fondly whenever the three of you tumbled into someone's living room, backpacks half-zipped, snacks stuffed in your hands, talking over each other without any care of the world. Three peas in a pod, they'd say.

But somewhere between childhood adventures and high school hallways, things shifted.

It’s subtle at first. An accidental brush of San’s fingers on your waist that lingers a heartbeat too long. The way Wooyoung’s gaze burns on your skin, especially when you laugh a little too freely—it's lingering, or how he sometimes watches San with a look that makes your stomach knot.

You pretend you don’t notice. But you do.

Because you’re guilty of the same things.

You've seen it when San sits beside Wooyoung on the couch on a movie night, thigh pressed flush against his, San's hand idly stroking slow, lazy circles on Wooyoung’s thigh. You see how Wooyoung leans into it without a second thought, biting his lip, pretending he doesn't crave more.

You feel it when San's arm curls around your waist protectively in crowded hallways, his hand splaying a little too possessively on your hip, his body pressed against yours like a silent promise as your heartbeats with his against his chest.

You feel it when Wooyoung’s eyes, usually so bright, so mischievous—now soften whenever they land on you, dipping down briefly to your lips, like he’s imagining a thousand different ways to kiss you, like he craves the taste of your lips.

And God, you can’t even blame them. You’re just as bad.

Your body reacts instinctively—tensing under San’s touch before melting against him, heart hammering when Wooyoung’s gaze pins you, it makes you squirm and blush and ache for something you’re too scared to ask for.

Because you're all terrified.

You’re terrified that one move, one word, could shatter the bond you spent a lifetime building. Terrified that giving in to the wildfire burning between you would ruin everything.

So you stay silent.

You laugh, you tease, you cling to each other with trembling hands, pretending the world hasn’t shifted under your feet. Pretending you don't notice how San’s breath hitches when Wooyoung leans too close, or how Wooyoung’s fingers brush your knuckles like a secret apology.

Love, real love—not in a platonic way like it used to be—it buzzes in every glance, every touch, every stolen moment too intimate for words.

You wonder sometimes, lying awake at night, what it would be like if you were just a little bit brave. If San pulled you into his lap and kissed you breathless while Wooyoung pressed close behind you, his lips finding the hollow of your neck—Sharing an unspoken devotion between the three of you.

If you could all stop pretending and start belonging to each other the way your hearts already do.

Because love doesn’t know bounds.

Not between you, not between San and Wooyoung, not between Wooyoung and you, not between San and you.

And deep down, you know—it’s not a matter of if.

It’s when.

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[wpdarlingpan]

The Shadow (Thunderbolts*)

Beginning Yandere Yelena x Anxious!Widow Reader

Beginning Yandere Bob x Anxious!Widow Reader

(Could expand to all Thunderbolts)

Female Pronouns

Summary: Former widow reader feels out of place in the watchtower, Bob and Yelena are here to remind her that her place is with them, they are family after all.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Angst, Possible Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Anxiety, Use of Y/N, The Start Of Obsessive Behavior (let me know if I need to add more)

A/N: I absolutely loved the movie and had to write something for it so this is my first attempt. I hope it’s good and my requests are open (even if I may take awhile to get to them) so if you have any Thunderbolts ideas, let me know! <3

Being in the Watchtower after never having set a home for years was an odd experience, and from being on my own to having a team was an adjustment I hadn’t quite gotten used to.

I often sit in my room, as I am now, tucked into a window seat I requested from Valentina when we were able to decorate our rooms. As I stared out into the skyline, I couldn’t help but think why I was here.

John was… well, John. He was pretty good at acting like he was important.

Bucky was kind. Kinder to me than the others. Maybe he saw himself in me, or it’s because I’m too reserved to cause him trouble like the others.

Ava had her phasing abilities and was good at keeping up with the team's banter.

Alexei was like the team dad, supporting his kids' soccer team.

Yelena was a former Red Room assassin who paved her own path.

Bob is the strongest being on Earth.

Then there’s me. I can do what Yelena does, but not as efficiently, nor am I able to connect with others as she does.

Growing up in the Red Room made her want to help others and grow beyond what they wanted her to become. To me, it stunted me. I’ve never been able to move on. Every time I close my eyes, I see Katerina, the girl I killed on my first test to show my worth to the Red Room and almost desensitize my emotions from death.

She got out, she saved me and the other widows from Dreykov while I couldn’t even remember my name. Yelena was the new Black Widow, rightfully so, while I’m her shadow.

We have dinner together every night at Alexei’s insistence, and it was not like anyone really had any other plans. But even when we sit together, I feel the pressure of their stares. As if they are waiting for me to speak up.

I try to spend time with them so that they don't feel like they have a ghost in their home, but it is not much.

John and I watch television while he talks about something, and I listen.

Ava and I usually train or practice her abilities, I time her as she works on phasing for longer than a minute. 

Alexei makes me nervous; he is loud but never has said anything rude, although he makes me nervous when he says to speak up when he can't hear me.

Bucky and I usually read together, or sometimes he lets me stick magnets on his arm. That ones rare but it’s mainly when he can tell I need to fiddle with something.

Bob and I usually seem to just exist in the same space, letting ourselves use each other to be a lingering presence to keep us from the void.

Yelena… I avoid Yelena. I can’t face her; we know what the other has gone through, and I still can't bring myself to talk to her about it. She seems to be handling things better than I am, and I don't want to hold her back. She was older than I in the academy and advanced further than I did before we escaped, yet she found who she is, and I am still looking.

I can tell she wants to talk to me, it’s in the way she looks at me at dinner or the way her mouth opens slightly when I rush past her in the hallways. Even when she makes a sarcastic comment, most likely to Alexei or John, and I can’t help but laugh, I never say anything more.

I don’t even know why I’m here. I just am not special- I am cut off from my thoughts by a knock at the door. Looking over I spot Bob shyly poking his head in.

“Hey Y/N,” He stuttered out, not moving into the doorway yet as he rocked on the balls of his feet.

“Hey Bob,” I say softly, beckoning him inside. He lets out a small smile before joining me on the window seat. This had been a common occurrence for the past few weeks. He’d come in whenever he was overwhelmed by the team or simply to see me, as he claimed. I don’t see what he sees in me, yet he seems oddly attached.

I was surrounded by people, yet I felt just as alone as before. I was no hero to be worshipped, and the public agrees.

We sit in silence, and I appreciate it, while a part of me longs to reach out and start a conversation with the man who seems so easily approachable, yet I cannot even make the first step.

He reaches into his pocket, and I tense up nervously before he pulls out a simple locket. It was silver with a small star on the end. I look at him questioningly as he hands it over to me.

"Just in case you forget," Bob replied simply and tucked his hands away, surly twirling them nervously in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

I fiddle with it slightly before opening it. It was a picture of me and him on one side and the team on the other. I grip it tightly before looking up at him, confused.

“I can see the look on your face. The longing for a connection as you watch people around you smile at one another. But you are so deep in your own head that when people look at you, you see judging eyes over the soft smiles. I only say this because that was me. Before them and before you,” He spoke, pointing at the group in the picture. Each of them had their heads turned and were smiling at me in their own way, as my own was tucked. Although Alexei was just a corner of the face as he looked like he was taking the picture while looking at us. 

I stare at him wide-eyed. I realized I was not exactly hiding my feelings, but I was not expecting to be approached about them like this. Nor do I even remember the picture being taken.

“I-I just.” I couldn't bring myself to say anything more as he shook his head with a shy smile before grabbing the necklace from my hand and leaning in to put it on me. I close my eyes in fear of having someone so close, even though a part of me probably yearns for any physical connection. 

“Everyone cares about you in their own way. You just gotta open your eyes and see it… Don’t just tuck the void down. It’ll overflow and explode one day, I would know.” He tries to tease at his own expense before reaching over for my hand.

I stare at him in slight anticipation before a knock on the door interrupts us. Yelena is standing there, a hand still on the door as she looks at us.

“Did not realize we were having a heart-to-heart. I am getting good at those.” She says, walking into the room. “Can I have a second with Y/N, Bob?”

She looks at him expectantly as she stands in front of his spot at the window. I look at him desperately trying to tell him not to leave me. He seems to consider it for a moment before looking back at Yelena and nodding. 

“I’ll come back after.” He reassures softly, looking down at the necklace and smiling slightly before walking out and shutting the door. 

I curl into myself more at the thought of talking, let alone with only Yelena. 

“Why don’t you like me?” She asks straightforwardly, sitting down in front of me as she looks into my eyes as if she is staring into my soul.

“I don't not-” 

“Every time you see me, you run away, and even at dinner, you sit as far away from me as possible.” Yelena cuts me off immediately, and I gape at her, trying to find the right words. “Did I… Did I do something to you? In the Red Room?” 

She looks at me expectantly, but I can see the lingering heartbreak behind her eyes as she asks me that question. I did not even consider her resorting to that.

“No! No you didn't.” She lets out a sigh of relief “I just, you have been handling all this New Avenger stuff so well and connected with everyone on the team. You guys are like a family, a dysfunctional one, but still a family. I feel like a part of your past lingering behind you.”

Yeelan stares at me silently. I begin to fiddle with my fingers, and she reaches over, grabbing my hands into her own. I froze momentarily, not expecting this reaction before looking up at her. 

“You are a part of my past I would rather leave behind, yes, but that doesn't mean you are the one who hurt me. I see you, and I see the first good thing I did. You fought your way out once you were released, and I have never been so proud. And I only act like I am a good Avenger, I had the best model, you know.” She nudges me slightly with a smile.

“Natasha?” 

“My sister.” She confirms with a nod. “She was my older sister and without her I don't know what I would've done.”

“An older sister,” I say wistfully. Someone who would protect me, someone who could be that guiding light- I shake my head to knock myself out of the fantasy.

“You are not beneath me in any way, you are so strong. Stronger than I was at your age, and you have so much farther to go. To make a new name for yourself. You don't have to be a widow. Hell, if you don’t want to fight, I will keep you off of missions. But, maybe you can give me a chance to be for you what Natasha was for me. An older sister.”

My heart beats sporadically out of my chest as the locket and her hands ground me to the earth. A sister? After all of this?

“You don’t have to be alone, you know. I won't let you be ever again. Just let me in.” 

“Yes,” I whisper, and I see the joy in her eyes as her hands hold me slightly tighter. Completely missing the flicker of obsession growing behind them.

[elliespotion]

Guitarist!Ellie Headcanons!

can NOT stop thinking about her oh my lord.

guitarist!ellie who when you first joined the band could barely play during your first rehearsal because she was so distracted by the way you moved around the pretend stage (her garage)

guitarist!ellie who will playfully walk around you, guitar hung slung over her shoulder while you’re performing for the first time.

oh and do the fans love you both and your interactions on stage? they LIVE for it. you can’t go a day without Dina sending you edits of you and Ellie on stage.

guitarist!ellie who will literally save all of these edits in a folder on her private tiktok (because why would she do it on her public one? she’s never on there)

guitarist!ellie who comforted you the first time you had an anxiety attack because you felt like you messed up a performance because your mic kept dying. she obviously invited you over to her house to watch a movie. (you ended up falling asleep on her but neither of you talked about it for weeks.)

singer!you who realizes you maybe (definitely) have a crush on her because who wouldn’t?

guitarist!ellie who practically melts when you sing a love song and playfully look into her eyes while singing. she is down BAD for you.

singer!you who really doesn’t wanna do another photoshoot for the third time this week.

guitarist!ellie who decides to cheer you up she would just squish your cheeks together which definitely required Dina taking a picture of your pouty face.

DINA!!!!! who decides it’s a great idea to post the picture on the bands instagram page with Ellie cropped out.

but guess what’s not cropped out?

Ellies tattooed arm.

Which we both know Dina did on purpose since you guys have been looking at each other with nothing but puppy dog eyes but would either of you tell each other how you feel-

guitarist!ellie who sees the instagram picture blow up. she’s kicking her feet and giggling.

guitarist!ellie who definitely asks you out as soon as she sees you next (literally knocks on your door at 3 am because she can’t sleep because she literally can’t stop thinking about you two together.)

singer!you who obviously says yes because HELLO? the girl you have been crushing on for a year literally drove to your house at 3 am to confess her feelings about you???

which leads to you two making out and doing other things for a while so you are definitely late to band practice (by three hours…) because you didn’t go to sleep until 7 am.

i am just so obsessed with band ellie at this point it’s probably toxic!

[blushy-tigerrr]

time with my love

as much as i want to write out a big long story time post about the time that @applesyaboi and i shared together over these past two weeks, i simply cannot put into words how amazing he made me feel. so, instead of trying to write paragraphs on paragraphs and find the right words for this amazing man, i’ll just give you guys a summary of our time.

but yknow… a picture also says a thousand words, so…

just to show yall how obsessed he is with my tummy and i love it shut up

anyway. to the summary!!

when his plane arrived, i was shaking with nerves and convinced i’d cry. i somehow didn’t. we hugged, we kissed, and then we got in the car and left. i also got him some fake flowers so he could keep them forever hehe. when we made it home, we (of course) immediately got into Shenanigans™️

my god you guys i never feel more ticklish than i do when he tickles me it’s insane. he found so many new awful spots that i never expected to be as bad as they are. he had me making noises i didn’t know i could make oh my god it was so incredible.

but also. i found so many new spots on him too and guys. i am OBSESSED with his laugh and his smile and how much he squirms and AHHHH IM IN LOVE!!!

we also got to try out restraints and a vibrating feather i had recently purchased and woah. game changer.

but we didn’t just sit around and tickle each other the whole time hehe. here’s a list of most of the stuff we did over the course of our two weeks together!

- he met my parents and they loved him :’)

- he saw me in the musical i’m in on our opening night MY THEATER KID HEART WAS SO HAPPY

- he met some of my friends including @daisylovestickles and @abc321 (who all adored him ofc)

- went to a baseball game!!!

- adventured to some of my favorite food spots and ate so much good fucking food GAHHH

- related. showed him wawa for the first time :3

- watched silly youtube videos and movies to pass the time

- showed him my stardew valley saves

there was probably more, but my mind is a mess rn and that’s most of it, so i’ll keep it at that.

i dropped him off at the airport like seven and a half hours ago and it feels like he’s been away from me for five years. :’)

apples, you’re the love of my life. thank you for coming out here and staying with me for two weeks. you make my life so much better and brighter. you’re my rock and my biggest cheerleader. i would not be where i am now without your love and support, and i am eternally grateful. we may have only been together for six months, but i am convinced that you are my person. i don’t want to know life without you ever again. <3

see you soon, sweetheart, but not soon enough.

[superbat-lmao]

Something that Bruce never meant to teach his kids was his methodology for a “final” contingency plan.

Over half of the time, operations that involve Batman’s plans are completed within the first ten acceptable contingencies. Sometimes people are injured, sometimes people unaccounted for are injured, and more often their estimates on property damage were low.

The other half of the time, when pushed beyond the ten most acceptable contingencies, more severe consequences are incurred. People are in comas, teammates lose a limb, anything shy of a permanent solution.

But Bruce, he has a final contingency for every scenario. His one true failsafe.

Self sacrifice.

At the absolute bottom of the barrel, after scraping clean the dregs themselves, in the space between the atoms of the wooden cask, is the final solution. Bruce sacrificing himself to save an enemy, a teammate, his city, the world, his galaxy, the universe. He is willing to take that hit. Only if he has to exhaust all other plans to reach that point.

His children don’t have the same compunction. It scares the hell out of him when one of them goes for the “final play” as though it’s one of the first ten contingencies. His kids think he’s a hypocrite, holding them to different standards than himself.

The one who takes after this particular mindset of his the most, is Jason.

Jason makes plans with brutal efficiency, but that rely on brutal methods. He discounts non-lethal plans in ways Bruce can’t fathom. Not always, but without a logic Bruce can follow.

He’s the only one of Bruce’s children that has successfully carried out a final plan. To the point that he always sees it as an option. He walks into a lion’s den guns blazing with little thought about extraction if it doesn’t go well. It terrifies Bruce.

Over the course of two separate movie nights, Bruce pieces together the issue.

The first movie night is a marathon of the Lord of the Rings extended editions. When Samwise is telling Frodo they will have to stretch their food for the journey home. The fact that Frodo hadn’t considered rationing supplies because he didn’t expect to return home sits uneasily with Bruce long after the credits have rolled.

The second was a movie chosen by Tim as part of a rotation. It was some science fiction film called Gattaca, about genetic engineering. In it, a man wants to go to space but lives in a world where everyone is genetically engineered at birth. It’s a scene with two brothers swimming in the ocean. The movie is trying to set up that people can’t exceed their own limits. The brother who was not engineered can swim farther than the brother who was, it is the real thesis of the movie. It comes to a point when the one asks how the other does it. How does he keep going, keep succeeding, doing better than others who were literally made to be better than him. It’s the scene in the ocean, each trying to swim further than the other. When the main character answers, it’s that he never saved any energy for the swim back to shore. Every single thing he accomplished in life was because he devoted himself singularly to the goal, didn’t plan for failure. If he had drowned in the ocean it would have been because he didn’t conserve enough energy to get back to shore. His mentality is that he never even considered it.

Jason is the only one who has been past the point of no return and still returned. He is both Frodo and Vincent, not planning for the return trip. It is something Bruce wishes he never taught his son.