#annnnd now I'll be going to bed :)

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Say it

Prove you have an ounce of decency, and say it

👁️‍🗨️

Poppy: You have five seconds.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two-

Midnight: I did it! I made the anti-virus! I made it to weaken Eclipse so you'd be the one ta live 'cause I wanted him gone! I just wanted you! I tried to kill him, ok? Happy?! Is that whatcha wanted? That whatcha wanted me ta say?! I tried to kill him on purpose because I didn't wanna lose my brother!

Poppy: Oh Moon...

[dailydoseoffanfics]

⭐️ SELF AWARE FORSAKEN AU (GENERAL HEADCANONS PT. 2)

⭐️ a/n: DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAILLLLLLLLL /silly ASDFGHJKL ANYWAYS THIS IS PART 2 TO MY PREVIOUS HEADCANONS ! FEATURING ELLIOT, SHEDLESTSKY, GUEST 1337, 007N7 AND BUILDERMAN !!! I'LL LATER DO THE KILLERS PART !!! (FEATURNING ALL 4 :3)

⭐️ warnings: possible ooc

reader is gender-neutral so they/them pronouns are used !

(1) (2) <- you're here!

You're a really normal fan about a Roblox game called "Forsaken".......yeah.....totally a really normal and sane fan about that game. But lately, you've noticed something weird about the characters you're playing.

The characters have varying reactions into finding out they're being controlled by something....or someone (you).

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ELLIOT (MY SHAYLAAA)

Elliot was going on his way to confront Noob about their sudden increased weariness when he noticed Two Time walking down the hallway as Elliot was approaching Noob's room.

Elliot noticed Two Time looked....deep in thought. They aren't smiling, and their eyes are narrowed, looking down in the ground. It feels like they didn't even noticed Elliot bumping into them.

....Elliot just decides it's best to not disrupt them, and shakes his head. C'mon, focus Elliot!

Back to his original mission, Elliot goes to Noob's room, and asks them what's going on, and cracks some jokes here and there to calm Noob down a little.

Something's controlling Noob, and they know by feeling a type of warmth?

That's......concerning.

Elliot's concern grew when he noticed Two Time being....more unusual. Elliot would catch a glimpse of Two Time looking at nothing in particular, their face looking like they're deep in thought. Two Time isn't the only one deep in thought though, Chance seems to look like he's in the clouds as well.

Elliot frowns about his observations of his acquaintances. What is going on? Why are Noob, Two Time and Chance suddenly acting...off? Did it had something to do with this warm, controlling thing going on????

........Speaking of this controlling thing.

When a new round started after observing his acquaintances' weird behavior, which is just, y'know, the usual trying to restrain himself when any of his teammates ignored the pizza he threw at them, he immediately felt something.

The warmth. His arms losing control and a muffled voice.....are those white strings around his arms???

Elliot felt his soul left his body for a second before immediately snapping back. My man is trying SO hard to stay focused and calm, but right now, his mind is having a mantra of "WHAT THE FUCK".

Annnnd when the round ends, Elliot is still having his mantra of questioning what the hell just happened and who was that person as he lays on his bed. Holy shit, he just wants to reunite with his family and make customers happy again. WHAT MORE CAN HE ASK FOR?????

The more Elliot thinks about who was controlling him, the more sleep he loses.....well not like Elliot has a sleeping schedule, he usually just stays up at night, so I think you just made his insomnia worse 💀(Random head canon I have for Elliot is that he's insomniac. He just wants to see his father and his sister again. He's fr trying his best 💔💔💔)

Elliot is SPOOKED about that incident. And then he quickly realizes that "oh shit am i going to be controlled by some kind of person EVERY. SINGLE. FREAKING. ROUND?????"

Yeahhhh, Elliot's kinda scared of you, but that's only because he doesn't know if you're good or not. And if your behavior seems alright so far, Elliot still got some doubt inside of his mind, but his heart is telling him to trust you.

He could even throw a smile at you for your helpfulness! He noticed that he's getting less hits and stabs from the killers so far, and he shows his appreciation by looking at the screen, and giving you a warm smile. He even thanks you for your help.

.......The response was Elliot immediately losing the warmth. Elliot is caught off guard by this, but is immediately sad about it. Awh man, did he scare you? He hopes you'll come back soon.

Overall, the most STRESSED about this situation (for a while). When he first felt some type of force controlling him, Elliot is sweating BULLETS. But later, he appreciates your hard work and also wants to know you more. Even if he's still a little scared of you....

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SHEDLETSKY

Being a former admin, he noticed that something is off about his teammates.

Noob was usually scared, so Shedletsky didn't mind. But now? Noob is acting like the boogeyman actually got them or something!

Two Time? Creepier than usual. One time, when Shedletsky went into Two Time's room to ask them if they want to eat dinner tonight, he saw piles, and I mean, PILES of papers being everywhere. It looked like a tornado struck Two Time's room, and one of them has .....a person in it? With the other half of papers being filled with.... undecipherable handwriting. (But that's only because Shedletsky immediately shut the door the moment Two Time's eyes locked with his. So uh, he didn't had enough time to read about what Two Time's writing about.)

Elliot? Normally, Elliot was happy-go-lucky and always smiling. And now? Elliot seems to always have his mind somewhere, with a blank face on his face. For Robloxia's sake, he even forgot to make dinner one time!! (..Ehhhh, it's not like he was actually starving, he totally didn't eat some fried chickens earlier.)

Chance also seems to have their mind occupied with something. Yea, he's still smiling and having a big ego, but Shedletsky also noticed Chance looking at a window, thinking about....something.

Shedletsky's confused, and frustrated about the sudden weirdness of his teammates' behaviors. Seriously, what's going on with these people?

Shedletsky talks to Builderman about what's going on lately. Turns out, Builderman also noticed as well, but he also doesn't seem to know WHY his four teammates are acting like this.

Shedletsky's stumped about this. But depsite this, whatever's going on, Shedletsky WILL find out about it sooner or later, and Shedletsky WILL find a solution to whatever this problem is.

.....That's what he thinks at first. Because during a new round, while Shedletsky is brainstorming a plan about stunning the killer, he feels....warm. And his arms go limp before being picked up by....white strings?? And Shedletsky thought that somebody laced his fried chickens with some kind of drug, because he heard a voice, despite the voice being....far away.

At first, Shedletsky tried to ignore it by saying some few jokes. Something like, "oh hahaha can't be that bad...." until his legs jerk forward, a movement that was NOT something he was in control of. Shedletsky got GOOSEBUMPS after that. Bro went "OH HELL NAH I'M NOT DEALING WITH THIS 😭😭"

Would try to cut off the strings with his sword LMAO. Meanwhile in your POV, you're just wondering why Shedletsky is trying to cut air.

When the round ends, Shedletsky wastes no time into checking his admin logs, yes he still has the commands. He's searching the logs PRECISELY, wondering who was controlling him, thinking you're some kind of hacker or exploiter.

Despite his bestest efforts, Shedletsky found nothing. Shedletsky lets out a groan of frustration, and immediately reports this encounter to Builderman.

Yeah, no. Whoever you are, Shedletsky is gonna FIGHT BACK. He thinks you're up to no good, and doesn't trust you AT ALL....at first.

For some reason, Shedletsky decided to do some kind of test of just letting you do whatever you want with him, and yea, he knows this idea has high risks, and pretty dumb, but he's going to only do this ONCE.

And YOU'RE actually......somewhat nice? Your voice is still muffled, but he could've sworn he heard a "sorry" when he got hit. You found a medkit, and even healed him.

.....Yeah he still doesn't trust you. What if you're just doing to make him trust you? So that you can betray him and torture him forever?

But eventually, if you still continue to be nice to him, his doubts will slowly melt, and he'll trust you eventually. He'll say some dialogue about thanking you for your hard work if you stun a killer (which you question if that dialogue was official or there is something wrong with your device) and when he's feeling goofy, he'll look at the screen with his epic face, while having finger guns pointing at you (or so what it looks like since he technically doesn't have fingers).

BRUH, WHY ARE YOU STILL PLAYING THIS GAME DESPITE THESE CHARACTERS SAYING THOSE THINGS THAT YOU SURE AREN'T IMPLEMENTED??? You thought to yourself as you saw what Shedletsky did, instantly leaving the game.

....Well damn. But Shedletsky knows you'll come back eventually, so he waits for you. And when you come back and play as him, he's going to ask some questions here and there.

........You meekly replied to some of his questions. Honestly, you're already mentally unstable in a way, so I guess there's no harm into answering these questions???

Even if your voice is muffled, Shedletsky turns his head away from your view, as he quietly cheers. "Score!" He says in his mind.

Overall, I think Shedletsky's mind will be between "Hahahha what will this person do i ain't scared (he is..kinda) 🤣🤣🤣🤣" and "oh shit what if this person is actually bad....", so erm, yea, he will be ON EDGE with you at first. But over time, he wants to know more about you, so he starts making jokes and casually talking to you like you've been his best friend for 10 years. He's definitely gonna yap about you to Builderman, and tells Builderman to trust you since he's CERTAIN you're a good person!!! (Builderman ain't buying it 💀)

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BUILDERMAN

Shedletsky's been talking about you for a while. Builderman wouldn't really mind if he knew you actually had, y'know, GOOD INTENTIONS.

Builderman reminds Shedletsky to not trust too easily, you never know. Shedletsky would agree....and then the next day talk about you again. Builderman would sigh at that.

Yeah, Builderman had been noticing something was going on with his teammates. It seems that Shedletsky seems to be under your influence as well.

Even if Shedletsky reassures him that you're a good person, Builderman is the boss of ROBLOX after all, so he'll be stubborn and won't trust you. He ain't budging.

....That's what Builderman thought at first. He knows the drill by now. He knows that the player is controlling someone by the strings (I'll make a separate post about the white strings cuz y not) and feeling a strong warmth, so he prepares for you to control him.

No matter how mentally and physically prepared he is, he still feels his skin crawling when his limps are wrapped around the white strings and hearing your voice that sounds mumbled. All of it just feels.....alien to him. So foreign. So.....unusual. So he doesn't try to resist you.

He wants to trust you, and I guess he is, kinda? I mean, he still would be on edge around you, but over time, he'll be more.... neutral about your presence. He guesses that Shedletsky was right after all. You don't seem too bad.

As long as you're nice and you showed that you have no harmful intentions, Builderman will be chill about you, and throws you a quick smile at your screen if he survives a round.

....You don't close your game this time. You've just....kinda accepted it at this point. (Builderman is secretly giddy about that, but he won't let you show his joyful face.)

Overall? Builderman WILL be more skeptical of you than Shedletsky, but don't worry, he'll be comfortable in your presence eventually. (Man, I think Builderman has like the least amount of headcanons... 😭)

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GUEST 1337 (i'll just call him by Guest in this post) (also fun fact: i actually had to watch the movie for the first time to try to make him more in character.....yeah i know, i missed out 😭)

Guest will eventually found out about this "controlling force" going on. He gets along with all of the survivors, so he's bound to know about it.

Initially? Guest is immediately on guard. What do you mean there's someone out there that is controlling them? How are we even certain that they're even good?

NGL, I feel like he would disapprove of Shedletsky and Builderman seemingly being positive towards you. C'mon, both of them are like, the higher beings of ROBLOX. But he keeps it to himself and doesn't say anything.

But what do you expect from a man who witnessed his parents get killed by one of the members of the Bacon Terrorist Organization, was in military, and had to sacrifice himself to defeat the Bacons? He doesn't even know if he'll ever see his family and his friend again. He's canonically stated to be the "no-nonsense type of person". He WILL not trust you in the beginning.

That's just because that's how he is. Adding on from what I said earlier, he learned that naivety will get him nowhere, so he'll always be on guard whenever he meets someone new.

He also already knows the drill by now. He overheard Shedletsky talking about feeling a strong type of warmth when you're being controlled, so he's READY.

And when he DOES feel the strong warmth and his limbs being wrapped around by the white strings, he.....surprisingly doesn't try any attempts to resist. He's just staring at the ground, and later looks at your screen.

...Well, Shedletsky did mention you didn't seem to be a bad person, so he'll let his guard down...for now.

So Guest just lets out a sigh and tells you to do whatever you want with him. And you obliged.

And...oh wow. Not even one teammate died. Even if one of them got injured, he could sense that you're genuinely trying your best, with the evidence being your voice letting out quiet squeaks of "sorry" and bodyblocking Elliot.

Guest feels......relieved in a way, and also feels a bit of happiness....but those emotions immediately dissolve when his paranoia logical side reminds him that you could be tricking the survivors, including him.

....And he's immediately on guard again. When the round ends, he's standing near a wall, with his arms crossed and his eyes gazing at the floor. You were truly an enigma. How would he exactly sure that you're a good person? And what even exactly are you?

Ehhhh, he's just generally protective. He'll learn to not hold grudges against you and will warm up to you. That's what you expected after all. But you were kinda expecting Guest to continue not trusting you, so this was a pleasant surprise for you.

Overall? Yeah he would definitely be the LEAST trustful about you in the beginning, so also give him some time to trust you. But like the other survivors, he'll warm up to you eventually. Might even defend you if anybody's talking shit about you.

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007N7

He already knew everything. He watched everything from the sidelines. He saw how his teammates were talking about this "person". About how they're controlling them.

However, 007n7 seems to be a special case. His first thought of you wasn't fear or distrust, it was....interest.

As in like, he was at first curious about you. I feel like he would be the person to ask the most questions. He's definitely going to yap to you A LOT.

However, he noticed that you didn't even try him once. So naturally, 007n7 just feels.....insecure. He thinks that his skills are "useless", which is why you don't play him. Or you might even hate him. Yeah, it's probably.

He's trying to think positively, reassuring himself that you don't seem to be the type of person to say like that. He's heard of the survivors talking positively about you!

But considering that he's an outcast of the group.....yeah, I don't he'll hold up these positive thoughts for long. The negativity will get to him 💔

BUT ONE FAITHFUL DAY, where a new round started, and during that round, he expected you to not play as him, so he just walks around, searching for a generator.

But his walking suddenly halts. And he feels....warm. And---oH SHIT, HE'S GOT STRINGS ON HIM.

007n7 was alarmed at first, but it quickly turns into disbelief.

But not in a way "OMG PLZ DON'T HURT ME 😰😰😰😰" it's more in a "....you actually wanna play as me??? fr"

(GIVE THIS MAN MORE LOVE HE'S BEEN THROUGH A LOT 💔💔💔💔💔)

His mind is running around circles about you actually playing as him, while you wanted to try something new, so you decided to play as 007n7 for a bit.

When the round ends, he runs off to the ocean where the fisherman resides, as his brain keeps replaying that interaction he had with you.

He knows that he's being too hopeful, too..... delusional. But despite these thoughts, you actually made him happy in a way, so yey :D

Overall? 007n7 the second chillest about this situation. He also wants to interact with you more, but sometimes, his insecurity will get the best of him 💔

[hwaslayer]

favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy 😭, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol

a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come 🫶🏼 love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd i’m gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place 🥹 but we’ll do better!! lol stay tuned!!

Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.

Nope, that shit was all real.

And he hates it.

He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.

But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.

The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.

That didn't happen.

So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're out— it's one of his favorite things to do.

Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:

you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe

yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.

It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but you’re still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.

Let's set the record straight— Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.

It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.

He couldn't help it.

Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,

But, nope.

It doesn't.

Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.

"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."

"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us food—"

"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"

"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans of—"

"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."

"We can share, there's more than enough—"

"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?

He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.

"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's fine."

"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."

"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:

"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.

In silence. With weird tension.

You hate it.

You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.

You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.

"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.

"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.

This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.

"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.

"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."

"Where are you going?"

"The living room."

"Let me come with you."

"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?

He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points today— yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.

None of this was your fault.

He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.

"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.

"Mhm."

"Where's Y/N?"

"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.

"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.

"I guess. Just exhausted lately."

"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldn’t you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.

"Fuck."

"What?"'

"I've been such a dick to her tonight."

"What'd you do?"

"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the place— from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.

"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.

"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."

"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."

"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.

God dammit, Yunho.

"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.

"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.

"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."

"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjin—" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.

"You should've just told me, babe."

"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.

"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."

"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."

"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."

"I know."

"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."

"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.

"Are we okay?" He nods.

"I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kiss— this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.

So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.

Your chin.

Your neck.

Back up to your lips.

He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.

It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.

He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He can’t help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion that’s been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he can’t anymore but fuck it, it’s all worth it.

Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.

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[arenabreadandbiscuits]

I've got one: an Adam that can SEE soulmates. He grins nastily as he takes a GOOD LONG look at Alastor and SMIRKS "Vox, huh? You love him, hmm? I can see it written right on your disgusting soul Al-ass-tor. Annnnd even better he's your soulmate. I kill him, I cause you unimaginable pain and suffering for eternity without touching you." And then he takes off, leaving Lute and his army to take care of the hotel--who HEARD HIM to search for Vox.

The Vees are in full out panic mode, of course. They have no idea what to do. Vox say he can carry both Val and Vel through the electricity but they need a location to go too--abd the vacation home is too far, he doesn't have the juice.

Valentino is pissed at Vox for being Alastor's soulmate, and panicking about the certain death heading their way.

Velvette doesn't care: "Take us as far as you can to the vacation home and we can steal a car!"

Alastor is RAGING. How DARE that pompous f-wit threaten what is HIS?!? (Although he is pleased Adam did announce Vox was his too all of Hell. Now no one would dare try to date Vox after he killed the moth.)

(Feel free to use :3)

Thank you anon because I definitely WILL be taking this.

No really this is good, honestly you anons are helping write the best voxal fanfic with me as well speak. I think after I finish my current writing coms today then I'll start on this story. It honestly sounds really fun and I'm a bit of a slow burn kinda gal with a passion for angst so this is definitely up my alley.

The idea of Adam coming in? Mwah!

Like imagine the way Alastor freezes the moment Adam says that stuff about going after Vox and especially before Vox finds himself having to defend the vees. Bro doesn't even know what's going on at first and that he's basically one of the reasons it's happening. Imagine his shock if Alastor does hunt him down before the angels get there, both confusion AND relief showing on his face just to see Alastor. Though there's also annoyance.

"ugh! I could have handle a few angels Alastor!" He growls after Alastor grabs them after fighting and imagine something like after Alastor saves them he and Vox are having this argument just for Vox to stop when it seems Alastor did in fact take some damage.

"a few isn't tons Vox." Alastor would most like his back while cradling a wound and Vox might as well be the one to help him clean it up, matter of fact he has too because everyone is rather fearful of the pair. Alastor doesn't want anyone to deal with the wound like a stubborn dog unless it's Vox and this could leave them a lot of time just to sit with each other. It's silent as Vox carefully cleans his wounds, gentle and careful not to do anything that would hurt even more and then as he's looking over Alastor's body he'll glare at nothing halfheartedly, brows burrowed in confusion and annoyance.

"why'd you do something so stupid?" He'll ask and I can see Alastor's ear twitching. Vox basically asks him what's his problem. Why'd he go out there to fight so many angels and over HIM of all people? He's both flattered and a bit unnerved.

If Alastor really did all that to help him then maybe he SHOULD go back to the hotel just to keep an eye on Alastor's healing though maybe it's just a way to get closer because though Vox being Alastor's soul mate is life changing on his own, knowing and seeing Alastor after such a fight and touching his wounds really manages to draw Vox in. Like he wants to be with Alastor in the same bed and everything as he heals.

I wanna say Alastor will heal with no issue but imagine a case where he doesn't. Where the angel blades hold off his healing for just long enough to where Vox is actually worried over the other man.

This could be an interesting part to rebuild their connection. Seeing Alastor almost die while showing Hell that Vox BELONGS TO HIM really makes the TV demon flustered and more than he's ever been before. (Vox likes knowing Alastor is possessive enough to literally have a battle of his own with heaven. It makes him feel special and more than he ever has before)

I'd like to say this situation really convinces Vox but with their history he's worried about getting too close even though he wants to.

He's scared of falling in love with Alastor because what it its 'not the right time' again?

Vox is definitely an over thinker in this case, will sit through the healing process for Alastor but maybe he finds Alastor's words to be a fluke? Did he really mean it? Yeah he almost DIED but he couldn't possibly- he definitely means it.

They've had their history but Vox is a runner now and Alastor wants to chase him. After all, who could know him better than his old friend and whether Vox likes it or not no one would DARE (especially after the shocking announcement that they are soulmates) take Alastor's destined spot in his life.

I honestly love these ideas and I have many myself, keep em coming y'all!

- A

[musical-chan]

🌈⛅

For the wip game!

You know what? Let's do something different! Two bits from an unfinished WIP LU fic that's post-canon storyline, after they'd all split up and gotten back together again while Wild was doing TotK.

A fluffy moment with Time and his 4-year-old daughter.

"Oh Link! I thought I heard the postman."   "I'll get it, Malon."   "Please take Melody with you! She's been underfoot."   The tall, one eyed man looked down to already find a small, red headed child at his feet. Link crouched down and poked the girl in the nose. "Mel…"  The girl giggled.   "Are you bothering mama?"   More giggles. "Noooooooo!"   "I don't think I believe you!" The little girl screamed as Link snatched her up in his arms and carried her outside. She laughed as she squirmed against the hero's solid grip.   "Swing me! Swing me!"  Link lifted her up in the air and swung her around in a circle before setting her on the ground again. The child laughed and ran off after a cucco while Link fetched the mail from the box.

Annnnd from a later part of the story, a fun bit of dialogue with several of the boys.

The two worked in quiet companionship while the others talked behind them. Melody climbed into her father's lap, arms wrapped around her toy wolf, eyes drooping a bit.  Hyrule smiled at the pair. "How old is she now?"  "Four years, and some. Kafei is only five months."  Warriors glanced around at the familiar yet different faces. "How much time has passed for all of you?"   "Five years!"  "Yes sailor, we all know you're 19 now."  "Pffft." The men laughed and Twilight raised his hand.  "Four for me."  Sky nodded to him. "Same."  Hyrule traced patterns on the table with his finger. "The veteran and I both had six years pass." Legend made a sound of assent from his place at the counter. He had another, brighter streak of pink hair since their last parting but no one mentioned it.   Yet.  Warriors nodded. "Five or so for me? I wasn't keeping the best track."  Four twirled a finger. "And for me." They all turned towards Time but he was standing up with his daughter in the crook of his arm. She had completely fallen asleep and was drooling on his shirt.  "Five years, seven months, 140 days."   Warriors slapped his hand on the table. "Oh come on! You always do that." Time shrugged, hefting the sleeping girl into a more comfortable carrying position.. "Malon, she ate already, right?"   "Mmm hmm."   “All right, time for bed." Warriors leaned back as Time walked by.  "So, that makes you what now? 45? 50?" "I'm not going to tell you how old I am." The others all laughed as Hyrule held out a hand to Warriors. "Pay up!"  Warriors groaned and tossed a small bag of rupees across the table. "I'll catch him out some day!"

[cataclysmiceuphemism]

jolenz + 27 or 32 for the kink prompts? :3

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship -- 32 coming untouched (also #23...roleplay because I was going to combo them annnnd misread the number lol. Maybe I'll do #27 body worship at some point too.)

Post Success Story

"I feel we need to have a chat, Dolenz," Davy said, pacing across the floor.

Micky followed Davy obediently with his eyes. He didn't say anything yet.

Davy looked the part of the celebrity he'd been pretending to be for some time, first to save his life— at least, the life he had with The Monkees— and now for his own pleasure. He was dressed in the only tailored suit he might ever afford to own, working with the band, with properly-tied tie and shined shoes. He had a telescopic pointer, one they all often used when they were in the role of lecturer for their various ideas, shortened to the size of his palm.

Micky was in a considerably different state, sat only in his boxers on the edge of their bed.

"I saw a man took your suit," Davy continued, "Would you like to explain that?"

"It was a rental," Micky said, "I couldn't keep up the monthly payments."

They smiled at each other over the joke.

"Yes, I see," Davy said, "I'm sorry to say I'll have to let you go as my chauffeur. Maybe, if he'd at least left you the hat, but— well, this just won't do at all, will it?"

Micky fell to his knees, hugging Davy's legs, groveling. "Don't fire me, Mr. Jones! Please! This is the only job I've got! I might have a family that depends on me, someday! I'll find one this week, if you let me keep my job!"

Davy pet Micky's hair and let him grovel this way for longer than was really necessary for what they were doing. It had nothing to do with the character he was in at all. He loved Micky, loved the silly boy that would cling to him and make a fool of himself for him, and would have missed him so terribly if they'd had to be apart from one another that it made him have to blink away an itch creeping into his eyes. "Oh, don't beg," he said, "Get back up. I might have another position you can fill."

Micky scrambled back to sit up on the bed again. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, thank you. What is it? I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Davy looked over Micky with consideration. Micky shimmied, tipped his head back, and pushed his slim chest out to make himself look the part of an eager prospective employee. "You've certainly got the right outfit…" His eyes dragged slow down Micky's body, taking in every inch that he could see. He knew it so well he didn't have to look at all; he knew it just as well when the room was dark, in the late night when they should have been sleeping, as he did with Micky posed perfect under the light just to be looked at this way.

Micky tipped his head, brows pinched. "Mr. Jones?"

"It gets very lonely, being a celebrity. No one ever thinks that, do they? They see all the riches and the glamour, but the truth is while there are as many things you could ever want, there's very little companionship. And I got started on this path so young you know…. I've never taken a woman out on a date that wasn't for the photographers. You and Tork and Nesmith, to tell you the truth, you three are the closest I've had to friends in my entire life." He had played the part as best as he could, with an earnest tip to his shoulders and large, pleading eyes, "I suppose that's a bit sad, isn't it?"

Micky shook his head emphatically. "It's not sad," he said, barely acting at all. And it was aided by the fact that there was some truth to what Davy was saying; the feeling of isolation, in coming to America and finding friendship waiting for him in The Monkees, was true even if he'd twisted the feelings up for dramatics. "But I don't understand. You want me to be your friend, Mr. Jones, sir?"

"Something more than that," Davy said. "I'd like for you to pleasure me."

"Pleasure—oh."

"As I said, it gets very lonely. And I think you'd be the right man for the job. Of course…." Davy snapped his wrist and the telescopic pointer flung out to its full length. Micky jumped at the crack of it. "If you're interested in the position, I'd have to see all of you—" He tapped Micky on the tip of his nose to make him go cross-eyed, then dragged the pointer down Micky's body, over his lips and the curve of his chin, down his chest, dipping briefly at his navel, and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. A tent had started to form in them, Micky's cock half-hardening somewhere between the snapping of the pointer and its journey down his body. "Just to be sure you can meet my needs."

Micky wasted no time in pulling his boxers down off his legs and kicking them away.

Davy dragged the pointer's tip along the length of Micky's hardening cock. "At attention, Dolenz," he said. He tapped the tip against Micky's shaft, gently, but quick enough to make him startle. "Do you need to touch yourself to give me an accurate account? Know it will be a point against you, if you do."

Micky shook his head in little, fast movements. And sure enough his cock was at its full length in no time at all, just from the whisper-soft touch of the pointer and the rougher touch of Davy's words. "Is it—" he started, stuttered, stopped and restarted, "Would it please you, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes. I think it would do nicely," Davy agreed. He pressed the pointer back to its compact size between his hands, then set it down on their nightstand. "But I still haven't seen all of you, have I? Hands and knees, Dolenz, and be quick about it."

Micky was quick about it, turning around and kneeling on the bed.

"Spread yourself," Davy said.

Micky was quick to do that, too, using both hands to spread himself open, leaving him kneeling face-down, cheek pressed on the mattress. Davy stepped in closer to examine him, then, and spit onto the hole that was exposed to him. For him. He ran his fingertip around it, feeling the shiver that went through Micky's body in the way his hole tightened, then pressed inside. Micky groaned softly and turned his face into the bed, maybe to muffle his noise but maybe just because it pleased him, and he had to move somehow.

"You are tight for me, aren't you, Dolenz?"

Micky nodded against the mattress.

Davy leaned in closer, pressing his finger in as deep as it could go, so that he could get as close as he could to whisper in Micky's ear. Their heights as they were, the angles as they were, he was closer to Micky's shoulder, but that was all right, and he broke character a moment. "You would love for me to fuck you, wouldn't you, Micky?" He bent his finger, rubbing against the spot that always got Micky seeing stars, and sure enough it got him moaning feral into the mattress and rocking his hips to fuck himself on Davy's finger.

Micky nodded fast again, and turned his face to say, "Yeah, Davy, yeah."

"I would love that, too, Dear, but it's not in the cards for us now, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" Micky asked, panting.

Davy didn't answer, not right off, and instead withdrew from him. "Go ahead and sit back up, you've passed your inspection." He watched as Micky drew himself back up to sit. "I can think of many ways I'd be able to enjoy myself with you. But we are in a bit of a bind at the moment. You see, this is still a job. And it's for my pleasure, not yours. You'd enjoy it as much as I did, were I to let you fuck me. Or if I were to fuck you. And I need to know you're doing this job for me, not for a selfish desire to come."

"I can't…I don't get to come, babe?"

Micky sounded actually heartbroken, earnestly distraught.

"Now, now, chin up." Davy did tip Micky's chin up, then, to kiss him. "This is your probationary period I'm afraid. You can still come—" Micky perked up, starry eyed. "—but I won't be touching you. And you won't be touching yourself." Micky deflated again. "Just your imagination. If you can come that way, you've earned it. And if you show me how well you can do, pleasing me, the next time I use your services I'll let you use your hand. The time after that, I'll use my hand on you. The time after that I'll fuck you. After that, if you've earned it, I'll let you fuck me." He pet Micky's hair again, tender. "And of course if that seems unfair to you, you can always reject my offer. I can't very well stop you from touching yourself, can I?"

Micky looked up into Davy's face. He shook his head. "I won't touch myself, Mr. Jones, I want the job."

"That's a good lad," Davy said. He smiled, and kissed Micky again, as though to make sure here were no hard feelings. Micky kissed him back, as though to agree that there weren't, then made the kiss deep and desperate to get as much mental fodder for himself to get off on. Davy knew his motive, indulged it only a moment before he pulled away laughing. "I think I'd like you on your knees today, Dolenz."

Davy watched as Micky got on his knees for him. Micky had to bend his back a bit, had to make himself smaller, and that was a thrill, that he had to work a little to suck him off. Micky undid his belt for him and slid it from its loops. He set it aside on the ground, unzipped Davy's pants and slipped his hard cock through the fly of his boxers. Micky licked his lips, wanting, then looked up at Davy and asked, "Can I sit, instead?"

Davy looked at him curiously, almost granting the request automatically, for Micky's comfort. But then he saw the way Micky's body was moving slightly. He took a step back and watched the minute thrusts of Micky's hips, not particularly hard if he were all the way up on his knees, but harder, with his ass to his heels and his back stooped a bit. Davy stroked himself, looking down at Micky and watching him mindlessly needfully, try to get off with the tiny, pathetic thrusts. "You want to hump the air, don't you, Dolenz?" he asked, "Like a dog?"

Micky let out a little moan. He nodded.

"Use your words," Davy said, stroking himself faster, his breath hitching, "Say it."

"Mr. Jones, can I, can I please sit down? I want to hump the air."

"Like?"

"Like a dog." He was panting like a dog, too, breathing hard. His cock was red, thick, leaking, twitching, already a mess from how badly he wanted to come.

"Yes," Davy said, and it was a yes for himself, his own pleasure in it, as much as it was agreeing. "Of course, Dolenz, make yourself comfortable."

Micky did. He sat down, letting his legs stretch between Davy's, and leaned back against the bed instead of bending to take Davy into his mouth, so he'd be able to get his back into his thrust.

That was a bit selfish, Davy thought, but he allowed it, and moved himself into position to fuck Micky's mouth. And since it was for him, and since he'd been so kind as to allow Micky comfort, he decided to take what he pleased. He grabbed Micky's hair to hold him in place and fucked his mouth roughly, used it with sharp, strong thrusts. And it was made all the stronger, all the sharper, when Micky did start fucking up into the air, bolstered by how wonderfully, absolutely desperate for him Micky was. Always was, really, even in the times they were together where he wasn't left in such a helpless state like this.

He pushed in all the way and held himself there, silencing Micky on his cock, and said, "I ought to make you stop, if you don't come before I do," breathless, his voice wavering, "Hold your hips down til you go soft, if I finish first." Micky whined around his cock, and oh, that made it worse, didn't it, certainly made him closer as the vibrations went around him. Davy moaned, too, said, "Yes, that's what I'll do."

Micky kept whimpering, moaning, as he pumped desperate at the air. And Davy let him have it alone for a moment, stayed pressed deep inside Micky's mouth, perfectly still to let Micky catch up with him a bit. But he felt the huffs of air fast from Micky's nose, right into his pubic hair, as though Micky were a runner trying to win his first marathon. And he felt those nice, needy whines around his cock. And that was all too good to keep still with, so he started moving again. "I hope you're close, my dear," Davy murmured, the sweetness of his words almost cloying with the torture they were bringing, "I am."

And sure enough, he was, and the next time he stilled it was to come down Micky's throat. And around the instinctive swallows, Micky let out an agonized moan that felt absolutely wonderful. And Micky's eyes screwed shut tight, and Davy knew he was willing it to happen, begging please please please let me come only to his own imagination. It was as Davy stepped back, knelt between Micky's legs so as to hold his hips down, that he managed it, in spurts across his stomach, up his chest. Davy offered some relief, then, gripping his cock and stroking firm to help.

"I knew you had it in you, Dolenz," Davy praised, moving up Micky's body to watch his face closely, still stroking him, until he knew the aftershocks had passed "You still want the job?"

It took a while for Micky to settle enough to talk at all, let alone to get around to an excited affirmative of, "You kidding me? Late nights, weekends, overtime, all the time—"

He came in for a kiss. Davy laughed and pushed his face away, but relented almost immediately after: "I might have a few extra shifts for you to pick up," he agreed, before kissing Micky deeply.

[never-not-ever]

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY MIND

I keep thinking things happened days ago when really it was today. Well technically yesterday since it's 2:30am but still. Like looking at my text messages and I'm just like wait what?!?!

Ughhh I keep mixing up the days. Like it feels like it's Sunday. Everything is just so confusing and last night I have absolutely no memory of making pizza in the oven. Like I can see a snapshot in my mind of it on the tray a little burnt. And a screenshot of half the pizza on a place on the counter with a plate on top.

But the scissors I apparently used to cut them... don't remember it but they're dirty on top of the pan. And actually eating the pizza???? Nope no memory. ANNNND there were chips in my bed this morning... At first I thought my cat had brought them in bed, I know this sounds funny but I'm serious. I thought maybe I had left a bowl out or something but nope, which means I brought them to bed. Don't remember it.

Things are starting to feel scary cause I don't like it. Like this whole pizza thing isn't like a normal "I can sort of remember it, it just feels fuzzy". No it's a complete blackout, just those two- just snap shots.

And I have a funny feeling the Ativan is contributing to it but I'm not saying a word about it to my doctor because I'm shocked and relieved he actually prescribed it.

I just paused this trying to remember how much I took and when and it started driving me crazy because I can't remember. Like last Tuesday I got 4 pills from my prescription they still had back in August. I had to go back the next day to get my week supply (7 pills). And I know I immediately just doubled the dose because I know 1mg doesn't do anything for me and yes I should have said this to him but I was just shocked he actually put something in so I'll mention it next time (plus I told my therapist there today so "they" know). Now between last Tuesday and today I can only remember taking 2 from the "4 pill pack". Then the next time I don't know why I didn't just finish the "4 pill pack" but I took 2 from the new "7 pack". Yesterday as in Sunday was bad because I took 2 pills before going out for a walk with my Nana and later that night I took 3 pills. But I don't remember when I took the other 2....

UGHHHHH my mind is driving me fucking crazy

I wonder if my IP doctor mentioned her concerns/thoughts about the ativan. Cause I know she wasn't a big fan and was not going to discharge me on it even though she did but just a week supply . It was like pulling teeth for her to even do the week supple for my adjustment back into the "real world".

And I sort of mentioned my "concern" with my doctor last week about the ativan. I think I had word vomit and was talking really fast but I know I said something about "I'm probably going to hate myself for mentioning it in case you don't give it but part of me wonders if I'm only asking for it to use as an escape to avoid shit..." I think I might have said something along the lines of relating it to addiction and me being "just like my mother" and I know how easily I can get addicted to something....

Whatever all this is pointless and kudos to you if you made it this far but the icing on top of the cake is that I got a 7 pack of ativan today and I... LEFT IT in the FUCKING car which my Nana has cause she's visiting her sister for the night.

Dude when I realized that I was LIVID. All I wanted to do was have a nice evening, take 2, maybe have a drink and escape my mind for a while.

Do I sound crazy? Do I sound obsessed?

[what-did-you-just-say]

Hell yeah! Could I request some Shaxx x gn guardian with shaxx getting serenaded when guardian thinks he’s asleep 🥹

Sure can! I tried to make it somewhat accurate but sorry if it isn't completely...still working on it.

But here's your request! Although it's a bit short...sorry! Annnnd I hope this somehow pleased you..if not then I apologize! I'm still working on my writing skills!

GN! Guardian Reader x Lord Shaxx

With tired and sluggish steps did you make your way to the comfort of your home. As soon as you came through the door and closed it behind you did your body relax, your shoulders dropped a bit and a sigh left your lips although a bit exaggerated. "Is Shaxx here yet..?" You questioned yourself silently as you walked around the small apartment and took off each piece of your heavy armour. Although you couldn't find him at first you still went into the bedroom and grabbed some spare clothes only to find the gigantic Titan comfortably laying on your shared bed once you had turned around. He looked so content and at such ease you couldn't resist but to tip-toe to his side of the bed and lean down to kiss his forehead, caressing his cheek and murmuring all sorts of praises to his sleeping form...or so you thought, Shaxx was very well awake as soon as you came through the door. Being a Guardian and a former War Lord sure made him a light sleeper sometimes, he heard you walk through the little space you two had decided to share about 3 years ago. Shaxx wanted to get up and greet you properly but going against his intent he decided to stay where he was with his eyes closed, listening to every step you took until you eventually ended up infront of him. As soon as he heard the praises you sang for him with the pampering you brought upon him a warm feeling ignited in his chest and he had to fight against his every urge to smile and pull you into his arms, returning the affection tenfold but he went against it yet again. Seeing as though you drowned his supposed sleeping form in enough attention for now you stood from where you were and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While you were taking yourself a much needed shower, Shaxx was about to implode and cracked a smile eventually, by the Traveler he was so lucky to have you. He was sure to reciprocate every affection you put upon him. When you got out of the bathroom in fresh clothing and a towel around your shoulders you looked back at your Titan, "Gods you are so pretty" you mused as you slowly but surely crept towards the bed and slowly climbed into it, making sure not to wake him although he was awake the whole time but not to your knowledge. You cuddled up to him and sighed again as you felt the familiar warmth and comfortable feeling as soon as his arms engulfed you, out of instinct he also pulled you closer and you couldnt help but to swoon over him even more. "You are such a beauty and so good to me aswell, I love you so much Shaxx" you had said with a dreamy voice as you continued to ramble about him, showering the former War Lord in compliments, praises and a few words of affirmation and gods was he living for it. It wasn't long until you lost your touch with reality and drifted off to the dreamworld while Shaxx himself was almost tearing up at your kind words, he pulled you impossibly closer and kissed the top of your head "I love you too, little one. I'll make sure to shower you in just as much affection as you did me.." he whispered as he rubbed soothing circles on your back and chuckled lightly at your appreciative hum.

[mesanthropi]

[03:59]

choi garam hated phone calls right now, more than anything. because it was most likely going to be his brother calling to check up on him, when things were already cooled down and cooled off. there was no need, was there, when they'd made up?

so when 'rock with you' started blaring from his device, the idol grumbled, quiet despite how much louder he wanted to be right now. the ravenette rolled over, phone getting smacked by the side of his palm. "iseul, not now-" managing to get ahold of the thing, he blinked, trying to adjust to its brightness (it was on max). "... huh?"

it was jeonghan.

"..." hitting that dreadful green button, he put the older on speaker, yawning. "i hope you've remembered it's four in the morning," garam's morning voice resonated throughout the room. but only a hum came from the other line, alongside a few things being put down in the background. the receiving end of the call only furrowed his brows. "hello? jeonghan hyung, you better have a good reason for calling me at the asscrack of dawn."

"just wanted to hear how you were doing," came jeonghan's response from the other side. "sorry, i thought you were in korea with the others. four in the morning?" the younger's small hum of confirmation was enough for him, honestly. he sat up from his bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. the sound of the older falling onto his bed prompted a laugh. "ain't it ten in the morning for you there?"

"mhm."

"finished already?"

"i wish. but at least i get to look good while i'm tired."

garam huffed, shaking his head in mock disapproval. even all the way from germany, jeonghan would know; this was always his response to such sayings. "good on you, i guess..." he muttered, flicking the switch on to let some light into his eyes. "... hey, when are you coming back?"

"i should be asking you that, choi goyangi," the younger exhaled through his nose upon hearing this. "i was talking to seungcheol and he told me you were in canada?" the ravenette shrugged, looking for his glasses on the bedside table. it was just to let him think, remember the korean translation of what he kept telling joshua. "i'll just be here for today, i'm leaving tomorrow morning. i'm working on something."

there was a click of the tongue on the other side. "you work even in canada?" garam's laugh followed, mildly sarcastic and empty, but held some amusement at least. "just stay safe there, sunshine. before you say anything, yeah, i'm being cautious myself."

"you know me so well," jested the younger, finding the pair and slipping it onto his face. "but yeah. i'll try my best... you go out there and look great, 'kay? slay it, sister." when a few seconds of silence passed, garam snickered, adjusting his hold on his phone. "garam, what the-"

annnnd that was his cue to hang up. thank god.

[theshippingqueens-blog]

Hi its been a while but im back! Annnnd with a fresh new idea based on some new moments from Dreams new video and the song "Die with a Smile" By bruno mars and lady gaga the lyrics I use will be in bold and itallics Enjoy the story and be safe guys!

~Georges pov~

I watched rain drops slowly slide down the glass as i hid out in my offiace "Editting" when in reality I was hiding from Dream. Everything has been dfferent since I moved here and as time passed I got used to this strange warm feeling that I felt whenever I was around clay but when the hurricaine hit I had time to think and well realized that…I wanna spend my life with him. Hes the one person one I'd do anything for even if the world was ending i'd be right by his side.

If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you If the party was over And our time on Earth was through I'd wanna hold you just for a while And die with a smile If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you

Now im hiding here untill his flight to LA in fear of me screwing something up between us. I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door then it cracked open Dream peaking his head in. His strawberry blonde curls looking messy and cute all at once his green eyes locking with mine. "hey honey I made dinner If your hungry." He said coming inside and placing a plate on the desk I smiled up at him. "Thanks Dream." I said softly He sat on the bed near me. "Everything ok? You seem off." He asked as I spun my chair to face him. "Oh I'm perfect;y fine why?" "You seemed off about a comment I made" My mind went back to the excact moment he was talking about. When he said 'I love you brother.' Sure hes said 'I love you' before but this was a lot differnt than all the other times it wasnt said with his usaul care and playful engergy. "No im all good!" I said plastering on a fake smile. He got up "well I need to finsh packing then." He said turning to leave my mind spirialed as I reached out to grab his hand our fingures locking he glance back at me. I didnt want him to go I had no clue what tomarow would bring but tonight…Tonight I was going to take a chance

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow Nobody's promised tomorrow So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night Like it's the last night

I looked at our hands my cheeks burning. His freckled cheeks turned a light pink. "Uh dont go…I wanted to know if you could stay here for a bit?" I said hoping he'd stay because I cant handle him leaving not right now…Even if its only for a few weeks its wouldnt be the same without him by myside. He smiled "Sure Baby I'll stay." He said pulling me up and into a hug the smell of vinillia and honey filling my senses making me relax in his arms.

Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream I don't even wanna do this anymore 'Cause you already know what you mean to me And our love's the only war worth fighting for

Everything seems to slow down after that as he held me in his arms as we lay in my bed wordlessly enjoying eachothers company. I was trying everything in my power to make him stay. His finguers combed thru my hair as i felt myself slowly driffting off into dreamland (glass animals ref????) but stopped myself. "Sweetheart as much as I love you in my arms like this but i have a flight in a few hours to pack for." Again I sprialed pulling him closer to me our faces inches apart.

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night Like it's the last night

This was a giant risk I was willing to take to get him to stay. I crashed our lips together. It took him a few seconds to process but then he kissed back his hands wrapping around my waist. My arms wrapped around his neck my finguers tangling into his hair as he pulled me closer. He pulled away shocked "Geroge…I dont.." He got up leaving me there clueless confused and feeling like I fucked everything up.

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow Nobody's promised tomorrow

~Later~

After royaly screwing everything up i couldnt sleep meaning when daylight hit I was tried and feeling like shit. I heard a knock on my door before it openning. I looked up to see Sapnap there a worried look oon his face. "Hey i just dropped of Dream his flight is in an hour is there anything you wanna tell me?" He said sitting on the edge of my bed near me. I sat up rubbing my eyes my hair a total mess. "Dream told you didnt he?" I said sighing. He nodded "Only some of it he did say you kissed him thought." I felt my heart sink. I explianed everything to Sapnap even my ongoing feelings for him. "Well you should have said something before he left!" He said getting up grabbing his keys. "lets go We need to get you to the airport. If you love him you need to let him know!" And just like that we were speading down the streets of florida raceing to beat Dreams flight.

The airport was croaweded as we ran around trying to find Dream. Then finally I spotted him waiting near bagege his headphones in a blank expression on his face. I rushed over pushing past pepole. "DREAM!" I yelled as I finally reached were he was. He looked at me taking an earphone out. "George..? Did i forget something?" I stepped closer. "I'm so so sorry for last night I know i shouldnt have done what i did but lately my feelings have been crazy and I just didnt want you to leave not knowing how I feel twoards you." He still seemed confuesed "Dream you are one of the best most wonderful pepole I have ever met and thruogh out the years of our many years of friendship i have never noticed how much you mean to me. If i died tonight I would die with a smile knowing that I was able to tell you how much I really love and care about you." I said feeling myself become teary eyed. He got up a smile on his face. "i'm sorry too the kiss was just a shocker to me and it was a dick move to leave you like that. I just never really knew how you felt about me. It was just a lot to handle. And George I do love you too." He said pulling me into his arms brushing away some tears. He pulled me into a sweet kiss. I kissed back feeling like i was in heaven. I could say if i were to die tonight i would die with a smile

~The End~

[that1notetaker]

NOW YOU'VE DONE IT AAAAAAAAAAAA. YEAH, YEAAAAAAAH!!! UNITED FRONT!!!! YOU GET IT!!!! HICCUP'S SUIT IS FULL OF MECHANISMS AND GADJETS AND THINGS THAT HAVE PURPOSE AND WORK AND!!! YEAAAHHH!!!! Look, I can totally make a--a tutorial of what Ive got so far? i dont know, i dont know what im doing more than half the time, but that way you can follow my disaster/learning process until fruition of some kind. Its going to be quick, im about to go to bed. The original sketches that gave me the spark and dragged me down:

Putting some thoughts into paper, a list of measuring places on the head and an envolope with down-scale prototypes I hand sown into the paper because I wanted it to be fancy:

My first and second attempt at making a 2d idea into a 3d pattern with no actual knowledge of how to do it + the third attempt that worked a little better after watching some videos and using a half inflated ball that only did 50% of the job right as a model:

The ball: I drew a vague idea on it, then covered it with kitchen transparent film and duck tape, and made the third attempt at doing a pattern.

A cheap head mold I made by ducktaping my face. I couldn't see while I was doing it BECAUSE I HAD DUCKTAPE ON MY FACE and I could barely breathe:

It was actually pretty useful. It looks a little weird but it does the trick. More sketches as I advanced with the mask and realised I could actually learn how to the whole thing it if I put some brains and effort into it:

Slow build of the Third attempt: Using the head mold plus my measurements I added a layer of transparent film, then drew with a marker the places where each part was supposed to go through and cover.

Once that was done, I covered it with a tape that had a paper texture to it, so the form of the mask stayed more or less solid to hold and move around. I kept adding layers until everything was as I wanted, although it took many tries. At this point I cut out all three parts and worked to join them as separate pieces instead of one entire mold. I stuck them together just using tape, so If I needed to change anything I just had to remove or cut the tape holding the oieces toguether. Eventually the mask gained more consistency and shape. (ps: the picture below by the right wasn't like I wanted. The top and middle parts didn't align, so I worked it out) Then I mixed flour and water to paper maché the mask to make it strong and durable.

Its not finished yet, but I went ahead, added some paint that hopefully looks rough and wasted and maybe like leather--annnnd....yeah! Tomorrow I'll post how I've been doing the armor so far!

A week ago I started drawing Hiccup's mask for fun, then spent the next few days learning measurements and designing patterns and experimenting with materials and i guess I'm doing the whole body suit now. I forgot tumblr existed. I forgot a lot of things existed.

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Damn, everyone around me is dropping like sleepy little flies. Welp-

*Stands up, leaves room to find Sun*

Hey man Solar, Ghost, Crow, and Lily all kind of passed out one after another and I didn't want to be a bother so I'm gonna head off. See ya when I see ya!

-Magic Penguin

Sun: *blinks* Oh, hey! I guess we'll see you around? I should probably go to bed here too...

//Annnnd we're officially into the holiday event now! I'll reblog the holiday post to give everyone an overview of the plan, and so I can make a post setting the scene. Happy holidays! :3//

[the-little-shoebox]

😳!!!! 6, 17, 22!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so knowing you Donny, this is gonna turn into a Brook post!

So for those that don't know, this is Brook Hyde. My very aggressive borrower gal that has.... so many issues on her mind. Cause I forgot to mention this on the other ones given the meme, I usually have her aged at between 18 or 20, completely asexual, as for the rare RARE romantic side.... ladies (particularly redheads as I've noticed a pattern) 6. What's my favorite thing about her? Well, I think my favorite thing about her is just her potential. She started off as this angry little monster that is a fav trope of mine, but with all her development she's shown that she's able to really grow in any setting I place her in. Plus her expressions are the BEST to draw! 17. What kind of blog/social media would they have and how would they run it? Brook if she was one to get a blog to share her ideas down. I feel like the most likely thing would be a video blog/youtube channel where she just rants about things on livestreams while she fucks around with some poor actual youtuber's equipment. That would be fucking hilarious and lowkey want it. 22. Show us a different kind of hairstyle they’d wear if applicable! Occasionally Brook will sport a messy bun in that rat's net she calls hair. Mostly in the morning if her faculties are in order. I drew the digital one super fast for this and the original doodle was just.... ancient concepts.

[honey-sweet-hiraeth]

 To Hate You Back (N.R.)

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has hated you since you met... Eventually you try to return the sentiment. Then one day with a lie, some self endangerment and a bit of blood loss, you begin to understand each other better.

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Minors DNI, Oral (r giving), Fingering (r giving), very soft, like really soft at the end, Stab Wound, Blood, Stitches, Nat Talks About Getting Shot, Scar (singular), A Little Angsty, R is a Little Shit (sorta), So is Tony (sorta), Enemies to Lovers??? (I think), absolutely awful flirting with a dangerous angry assassin lady. ALSO- a really weird sparring scene (yes it needs a warning)

Words: About 8,200

A/n: Hey look! I wrote something. I hate that it has taken me so long to write and finish anything and I'm so sorry about that. I'm trying, I promise I am. I have no clue when I'll continue/finish Breathe. It'll happen one day, maybe. Anywho- I'm still writing. Annnnd now I've written smut!! This is my first time posting smut so I uh- I hope you like it.

Clint was the first to hear of Natasha's distaste for the agent she'd been going on missions with lately, then it was Steve, then Wanda, then Tony, pretty soon everyone knew. 

Which was exactly why they all seemed so shocked that you were so.... Likeable.

You were intelligent, Kind and honest. Not to mention funny, passionate and skilled. You didn't take yourself too seriously and quite frankly it was hard to tell you were the agent that Fury held in such high regard.

With the way Fury spoke so highly of you and the way Natasha complained, they were expecting someone more arrogant and self absorbed. To be fair, being called Fury's prodigy agent was bound to go to anybody's head.

But you were pretty much the opposite of what the Avengers had been led to believe.

May 27th-

When Fury found out about Natasha's feelings toward you, he laughed and immediately informed you that you would be joining the Avengers.

"Ex-excuse me?” Your eyes widened and you stumbled back.

"You heard me y/l/n" Fury returned to his regular more rigid demeanor, "Starting tomorrow you're an Avenger. We'll be moving your things to the compound shortly."

"Sir I don't think you understand" You sighed "Romanoff is going to kill me"

"Not if you kill her first" He gave you a look and you raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Are you joking?" You asked incredulously and Fury chuckled roughly under his breath.

"Agent Romanoff will learn to like you" He shrugged "Unfortunately for both of you, you work well together so you'll be working together a lot anyway. She'll have plenty of opportunities to get used to you"

"I don't think getting used to me will solve anything" You groaned and the look Fury gave you should have placated you, but given your more... Complicated relationship with the man. You were rather used to it.

"Agent y/l/n" He spoke professionally but the undertone of his voice was akin to begging. "I know you'll find a way to make it work. Just get out of my office and start packing"

June 18th-

"I'm going to kill her" Natasha growled as she made her way into Clint's room and flopped on his bed where he was sitting, reading a file.

"She's not that bad" Clint shrugged, earning a deadly glare from the redhead that he seemed to miss. "What'd she do this time?"

"You should've seen it" Nat rolled her eyes "She and Wanda were in the kitchen 'talking' If you could even call it that."

Clint raised an eyebrow at the mention of the other redhead. He had to admit he felt sort of protective of Wanda, ever since she lost Pietro.

"Go on" He urged and Natasha groaned.

"They were all over each other Clint!" She threw her hands around rapidly "y/l/n practically had her hand down Wanda's pants"

Clint threw his head back in a laugh. Of all the things you did that seemed to piss Natasha off, your banter with the others was the one he always heard about. 

"That's not even close to the truth now is it?" Clint smirked and Natasha rolled her eyes. 

"They were making sandwiches and bumping into each other" Tony appeared in the doorway with a smirk. "Then they were joking about their similar eating habits."

"Ugh" Natasha rolled over and sighed "She's a bigger flirt than you are Stark, and it's ridiculous"

"Maybe you should ask her out." Tony laughed as Natasha threw him a glare. 

"Why the hell would I do that?" The redhead nearly hissed at the idea. 

"With the way she takes your attitude toward her with so much humor, I would bet she likes you, and you seem pretty obsessed with her" Tony shrugged and smirked as he got the reaction he was looking for.

"I am not!" Natasha sat up defensively. 

"All I'm saying is you're a little too focused on her flirting habits for someone who isn't at least a little bit attracted to her" Tony chuckled as Nat scoffed, turning away from him. "Don't be embarrassed Nat, Have you seen her? You'd be an idiot to not wanna bang her. Hell I would do it"

"Shut up" Natasha snapped and pushed past him through the doorway, effectively ending the conversation.

July 22nd-

You panted lightly as Steve made another move, swinging his fist in your direction, only hitting air as you darted around him. You landed a hard jab to his ribs and he turned, trying to grab your wrist as you swung at him. 

His success was short lived as you flipped him on his back with a surprising amount of force. The sound of his back hitting the mat along with the groan that followed echoed through the empty training room.

"Give up yet, Rogers?" You smirked and he nodded decisively, causing you to immediately switch from your fighting stance to a more relaxed state as you helped him up.

"You're a really good fighter" He smiled as you waved him off "No really, you're not even enhanced as far as we know and the only other person who can take me down like that is Nat"

At the mention of her name you tensed again and nodded stiffly.

"Cool" You gave Steve a tight smile and a high five before you made your way to the punching bags, secretly thankful that Steve hadn't followed you and instead headed in the opposite direction, toward the treadmills.

You worked out in silence for a while when the doors to the training room opened, catching your attention. At the sight of the cold, always angry redhead, you groaned.

Of course it had to be Natasha. You couldn't go half a day without seeing her and having some sort of tense, semi aggressive interaction.

Steve smiled at you with a mischief you didn't recognize on the man before turning to Nat.

"Feel like sparring?" He grinned and Nat raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes actually" She smiled "Feel like getting your ass handed to you?"

"Not really" Steve matched her smirk. "Y/n already took me down twice this morning. I bet you two are well matched for sparring. And she seems like she'd be down to fight you."

Natasha glared at Steve as you looked up in shock.

"Alright" Natasha turned to you with a scowl. "I'd never miss an opportunity to beat up y/l/n"

"You're too kind" You rolled your eyes and made your way to the mats, getting ready for what you were sure was going to be the beating of your lifetime.

Natasha met you at the mats and matched your position before darting forward with no warning to land a blow to your jaw. You took a few steps back in shock and scoffed.

"I knew you liked it rough Romanoff but I didn't know you liked it dirty too" You chuckled before dodging her attempt to knock you down, spinning out of her reach before stepping behind her and locking your arm over the base of her neck, applying light pressure. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to choke her lightly and tell her you could hurt her if you wanted to.

Your other hand rested on her hip and you didn't miss the way she squirmed under your touch. It wasn't the discomfort of hatred you were expecting to see in her body language. Quite the opposite actually. 

"Do-" Your mouth dropped open before a smirk took over your features. "Do you like that, Romanoff?"

You squeezed her hip and added more pressure to her throat, and bit your lip when you heard Natasha's breathing hitch before she quickly regained her focus and flipped you on your back, making you gasp for air as she straddled your stomach, pinning your hands above your head.

Natasha took a moment to appreciate how shocked you looked by the way she'd thrown you down. You were breathing heavily and your eyes were closed tight as you tried to regain your composure. She scolded herself when her mind wandered briefly to a more enjoyable activity that could be done in that position and pulled her focus back to fighting you.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when you smirked up at her and she was about to ask what you were so smug about when she gasped as you arched your back suddenly in order to flip the two of you over. 

'Maybe Tony was right', some god awful part of her brain thought before she quickly dismissed the idea, trying to ignore the butterflies she felt as she noticed the position she was now in.

Your hands on her wrists, her legs around your waist, and her back pressed firmly to the mat by the weight of your body that was settled between her thighs.

You smirked down at her and you both seemed to just sit there forever. Your eyes involuntarily dropped to Natasha's lips as her gaze fell to yours. You were both breathing heavily and neither of you could tell if it was due to the sparring or the tension that had thickened in the air. 

"Uh" Steve's voice immediately knocked you both out of your trance as you pulled yourself off of Natasha and she sat up on the mat. "I think it's safe to say you could both hold your own against each other"

Steve shuffled awkwardly and Natasha scoffed.

"Whatever, she got lucky, I was distracted" Natasha snapped and you smirked.

"What exactly was distracting you Natasha?" You asked, drawing out the syllables of her name. 

Natasha rolled her eyes and huffed. 

"Nothing special, that much is for sure" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke pointedly, unknowingly giving you the exact answer you wanted. 

"Chto by vy ni govorili, malyshka. (Whatever you say babygirl)" You chuckled as her head snapped toward you at how fluent her native language sounded coming from you. "Y'know I'm starting to think you secretly like me"

"In your dreams" Natasha scoffed as you got up off the mat, heading to the exit, turning to stare the redhead directly in the eyes.

"Only the dirty ones" You winked and ducked out the door before she could react, running down the hallway in fear of being chased, or Steve following you out there to lecture you about teasing the 'Great Black Widow' like that. 

Steve did not follow you however, opting to instead burst into laughter at the sight of a very flustered Natasha Romanoff.

"I didn't know you could blush Nat '' He chuckled, earning a not-so-kind look from the redhead.

"I don't know what you're talking about '' She snapped and pushed herself off the ground before stomping out of the room, no longer in the mood for her workout. 

August 4th-

You rushed off the Quinjet and into the Compound, moving as fast as your legs would carry you. An angry- no - Livid Natasha right on your heels.

"Help!" You yelped and rushed behind a very confused and very concerned Steve and Wanda.

"Y/l/n!" Natasha growled from across the room as she slowed down, eyeing you like a predator would it's annoyingly evasive prey. "I'm going to take you down, drag you out of here and break you with my bare hands."

You couldn't help the smirk that took over your face as you raised an eyebrow.

"Say that again, that sounded good" You bit your lip at the glare the assassin sent your way. You had to admit, it was kind of hot. 

Wanda and Steve shared a look as if to say 'are they always that flirty?' before both of them stepped to the side, leaving you open for Natasha to rush at you.

"Traitors! " You yelped and ran around the counter to avoid the Black Widow's wrath.

"Stop running so I can kill you!" Natasha growled and you yelped again as you narrowly avoided her grip. 

"While getting brutally murdered by you would be a lovely way to go" You smirked "I'm gonna keep running"

With that you rushed out of the room and down the hall, trying to get to your room so you could lock Natasha out before she got to you. 

Just before you reached the safety of your room, a hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you around as Natasha pinned you against the wall.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Natasha hissed under her breath and your breathing hitched as you noticed just how close she was. "I could've handled that, you didn't need to rush in there half cocked"

"I was thinking you were surrounded by HYDRA agents, and while I'm sure that if the roles were reversed you'd grab some popcorn and enjoy the show, I personally didn't want to watch you get your ass beat" You snapped and Natasha's eyes widened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She sounded confused, which only made you angrier. It was like every time Natasha had said something snarky about you had built up and all the pent up frustration finally came to a head. 

"It means that while you might be content to hate me all your life- some stupid little part of me likes you, and I like you enough to notice when you're overwhelmed, whether or not you'll let go of your pride and admit it." Your voice raised a little and Natasha stepped back, making room for you to step forward, taking your turn to invade her personal space. "It means that I care about you enough to step in and help, despite the fact that you've done nothing but hate on me and make me second guess myself, since the moment we met."

You were inches apart and Natasha was searching your eyes with an unreadable expression. Your breathing was slow but your heart was beating faster than ever before, so hard you could feel your pulse in every individual nerve in your body.

"You think I'm a bitch" It wasn't a question and you hated that Natasha seemed hurt about it.

"I don't think you're a bitch" You softened for a moment before starting to slowly work yourself up again. "At first I thought it was a defense mechanism, maybe you were just rough around the edges or something because you didn't like new people. Hell, assassin's are trained not to like new people. Then I thought maybe you didn't want to catch yourself making friends with anyone so you were acting up to keep me at arm's length. Then Tony tried to tell me you were acting out because you wanted to fuck me, and i thought maybe you were upset cause Tony kept insisting we need to hook up. Now i don't know- Now i just think you hate me"

Natasha stared up at you in shock. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she searched for something to say.

"I- I don't-'' She tried to speak but you cut her off. 

"And let me tell you, I've been trying so hard not to take it personally, I thought of everything that could have happened to make you angry with me and how to fix it. I have kept trying to talk to you and be nice but I can't handle it anymore. Okay? I give up." You were almost whispering at this point, your body so tense one could swear you were made of stone, a startling contrast to your usual mellow state of existence.

Natasha had been reduced to silence as you kept ranting onward, sounding defeated. A longing, almost sad look on her face. 

"I stopped trying to talk to you and started to avoid you and you seemed to seek me out just to antagonize me and I've tried taking it in stride. Tried giving you time to warm up to me. I'm starting to think my only option is to hate you back. Is- is that what you want?" You kept your face as neutral as possible to avoid her seeing just how upset you really were.

"Y/n..." Natasha reached hesitantly out to take your hand but you flinched away. 

"Don't patronize me Romanoff" You sighed and stared into her guilty eyes. 

"I-" Natasha paused, unsure of how to move forward.

"It's fine" You barely spoke at all, whispering more to yourself than to the redhead in front of you. 

You turned around and walked into your room with a long drawn out sigh. You were tired and angry and you desperately wanted a shower so you could take a nap and maybe distract yourself from the way you were reeling from your pent up emotions. 

September 16th.... Six Long Weeks Later-

You sighed softly as you turned the shower on and stepped under the stream of hot water that nearly scalded your skin. You didn't mind the pain though. You embraced it, knowing it would help relax your tense, achy muscles. 

You had been taking missions left and right in order to avoid talking about anything but work with Natasha, you didn't want to fight with her again and you were starting to get fed up with the way she kept staring you down with guilt written over her features. 

She was the one that started this, she didn't get to feel bad now. 

You took your time, letting yourself relax a little before getting out of the shower nearly an hour later, wrapping your towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom.

"What in the motherfuck-" You jumped, hand on your chest, completely startled by the presence waiting for you. Sitting on your bed and leaning against the wall. "The hell are you doing here?"

Natasha's eyes moved to meet yours and she couldn't help but notice that your towel only went down about a quarter of your thighs. She had to fight herself not to stare at the long stretch of your legs that were uncovered.

It took a few moments before you realized her eyes were a little unfocused, her breathing was unsteady and there was a dark red spot taking over the side of her stomach, staining her grey tank top. She looked a little beaten up and battered, causing you to eye her suspiciously. 

"Why are you bleeding in my bedroom?" You raised an eyebrow and she glanced around your room, avoiding eye contact. 

"I went to check out a little HYDRA facility, it was supposed to be empty" She admitted neutrally but you noticed the slight shake to her voice. "I wasn't really paying attention. An agent saw me and caught me off guard. It was stupid but i didn't hear him coming, i was a little too in my head."

"The great Natasha Romanoff made a mistake?" You chuckled, enjoying the way she squirmed in your presence. "That doesn't explain why you're here and not in the Med Bay with Bruce"

"Bruce isn't here, you're the only other one that can give stitches that actually look decent and wont scar too much." Natasha glanced up at you and to you it seemed like she felt uncomfortable asking you any favors. 

You walked into your closet and put on some denim shorts and an oversized hoodie, feeling a little awkward about standing there in just a towel.

When you got back, you took a moment to enjoy the new dynamic. For once it felt like you actually had the upper hand. Then you noticed the way Natasha was swaying from blood loss and your smugness immediately gave way to worry. 

You rushed back into your bathroom and grabbed your sewing kit and some antiseptic before moving into the room and in front of Natasha, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it up lightly. 

"Take this off" You ordered and she glared up at you.

"Excuse me?" Her voice lowered dangerously and you chuckled softly. 

"If I'm giving you stitches I need to be able to get to your wound." You explained and the redhead nodded slowly in apprehension. You tugged at her shirt again. "Come on tough chick, shirt off and then i need you to lay down on the bed"

You tried not to stare as you helped Natasha slowly pull her top over her head. The sight of her newly exposed skin almost made you dizzy. If it weren't for the gaping stab wound on her stomach the sight would've been heaven. 

Natasha slowly laid back on the bed, wincing as she moved and you pulled your chair from your desk over to the bed, sitting down and inspecting the damage. 

"Holy shit, what the hell did he stab you with, a katana?!" You gently cleaned the blood from her skin, not missing the way she seemed to relax under your touch, despite you actively prodding at her freshly stabbed torso.

"Some sort of dagger, definitely wasn't your average knife" Natasha gasped as you poured your antiseptic over her stomach. Her back arched and you gently pressed her body back into the mattress with your hand on the side of her ribs. Her breathing hitched and she swallowed thickly. 

"Okay, stop wiggling, I'm gonna start." You breathed out slowly before finally pressing the needle through her skin. 

Natasha hissed and bit her lip, her body was tense and you paused as she got used to the sting of your sewing needle. 

After a few moments she let out a sigh and closed her eyes, waving for you to continue. 

"Are you okay?" You nearly whispered after a long silence while you stitched her up with the utmost care. 

"Define okay," Natasha grunted as the needle pierced her skin again. "Physically, Mentally or Emotionally?"

"All of the above?" You smiled softly at Natasha, glancing at her before focusing back on the task at hand.

"Why do you care?" Natasha grumbled and you felt a pang of guilt at her tone. "You hate me, remember?"

"Hating you is a lot harder than it should be" You were slightly surprised at how gentle and sincere you sounded at the moment. Natasha was staring at you with an unreadable expression and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you finished stitching her up.  "Stay here, i'm gonna find some cream and bandages. I don't want to see any signs that you've moved when I get back"

"What'll you do if I move?" You gave Natasha a stern look as you stood, making her raise an eyebrow in challenge.

"Considering how intense that stab wound is, the pain from moving would be punishment enough" You sighed and left the room, jogging to the med bay determined to get the things you needed and get back as fast as possible. 

"Hey Bruce" You greeted softly as you sped through the med bay to the medical storage, locating the bandages and numbing cream and grabbing them before the realization that Bruce was there even hit. 

"Hold on" You backpedaled out of the storage area and back to Bruce. "How long have you been here?"

"All day" Bruce made a face "Why?"

"No reason" You smirked softly and made your way out of the med bay, unable to keep your smile from growing into a huge grin as you headed down the hall. 

You took a moment to school your features before stepping back into your room. 

"Good news, I ran into Bruce so I can get you out of here and to the Med Bay so he can check you over." You tried to sound disinterested but you couldn't help the smirk that crept onto your face as you spoke. 

Natasha nodded and started to sit up, only to nearly yell in pain and lower herself back to your bed. You watched her trying to get up again as her eyes lost focus, an indication that moving was proving to hurt a bit too much for the Assassin now that the adrenaline had worn off. 

"Would you like some help?" You chuckled softly and the redhead could've nearly killed you with the glare she sent your way. You raised your hands in surrender. "Just offering."

Natasha hesitated a moment before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh and nodding curtly. You giggled and made your way to her, opening the numbing cream you'd taken from the med bay.

"I'm gonna apply some of this and give it a minute to take effect. That should help enough for you to move. I don't suggest trying to walk however, so once you're numb enough for it to not be totally excruciating, I'm going to carry you to Bruce okay?" Your voice held a gentle tone in it that you'd usually reserved for Wanda and children. You'd never deemed anyone else worthy of seeing the softer side of your usual self.  But you figured Natasha needed a little more comfort than she was letting on, and your constant cocky, sarcastic tone of voice wasn't going to be much help. 

Natasha nodded and you sat next to her again, gently applying the numbing cream around her wound. Natasha let out a soft sigh as you rubbed her stomach with light pressure, relieving the tension she didn't even know she'd had in her abdomen. As you rubbed over her stomach muscles you noticed a puckered pink scar above her left hip. You ran your fingers over it gently and looked up at her in question. 

"I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier - Bucky - was there. I was covering my asset, so he shot him. Straight through me." She explained with a far off look in her eyes and you nodded slowly, grazing your fingers over the scar again. 

Natasha took a shaky breath and you realized just how intimate your actions were. Withdrawing your hands you smiled softly at the redhead and she seemed to hold your gaze as if she were silently asking you something. You weren't sure what. 

"How does it feel?" You asked gently and Natasha's face contorted in an - admittedly adorable expression of confusion. 

"What?" She sounded so lost you could melt, you gestured to her stomach and watched realization dawn on her features. "Oh. Better I guess"

You walked back into your closet and grabbed a soft loose T-shirt before walking out and helping Natasha get into it. You weren't sure how tired she really was, but she must have been exhausted if she was letting you dress her without a problem-she didn't even fight you on the idea of wearing your shirt.

"Ready to go to the Med Bay?" You smirked and Natasha couldn't help but match your expression.

"I doubt Bruce'll be half as gentle with me" Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and you chuckled.

"I'm sure you'll be fine" You gently gathered the redhead in your arms, lifting her up as she wrapped her arms around your neck. "Let's go princess"

Natasha grumbled slightly at the pet name and tucked her head against your shoulder, hiding her face in your neck. 

You both tried desperately to ignore your intrusive thoughts at the other's proximity as you made your way down the hall. You tensed slightly as you saw Tony heading your direction with a knowing smirk. 

"Look at you two acting like you don't totally hate each other" He chuckled and you felt your face heating up as you felt Natasha huff against your neck, her breath fanning across your skin.

"Shut the fuck up Stark" Natasha snapped, her lips brushing against your collarbone. "I'm injured and y/n was my only available option"

You smirked, knowing her comment was totally bullshit.

"I don't have to act like I don't hate Nat, Tony." You rolled your eyes "She's not as terrible as she pretends to be"

Tony looked at you in surprise as Natasha pulled away enough to stare at you in pure shock. You studied both their reactions before shrugging and continuing to walk down the hall.

You made it to the med bay and smiled at Bruce as you gently set Natasha on the small bed by the wall. 

"I come bearing a patient." You giggled and Bruce raised his eyebrows ``I already stitched her up, she just needs to be screened for other injuries. Annnnddd she probably needs pain relievers- let me know when you're done and i'll take her back to her room.``

Forty-five minutes later and you were once again carrying the redheaded assassin through the halls. Her face tucked against your neck again- which you were alarmingly comfortable with.

"You know" You paused as Natasha pulled away enough to look at you. "This is probably the most we've never gotten along."

"Probably?" Nat grinned "This is definitely the most we've ever gotten along."

You got to her room and stepped inside, your face contorting in confusion and disapproval.

"What the fuck is this?" You deadpanned and Natasha snorted.

The room was full of training equipment and weapons just sitting around. There wasn't really a bed -just a mattress on the ground.

"This is my room" Natasha said as if you were an idiot, and you felt like one as you started carrying her away from her own room and down the hall. 

"Absolutely not- not while you're injured. Nope." You walked back into your room, much to the confusion of Natasha. 

"What are you-?" Natasha started as you walked in and set her gently in a chair before stripping the bloodied sheets from your bed, tossing them in your laundry basket and grabbing another set from your closet. 

"You're staying here until you've healed more-there's no way you're staying in that room while injured." You huffed as you pulled the fitted sheet around your bed and quickly made it up. 

"Y/n i can't possibly-" Natasha started to get up and winced with a small groan, you sighed and lifted her up, moving her to the bed as gently as possible. 

"That's another reason for you to stay here." You smirked "Your dumb stubborn ass keeps trying to get up."

Natasha just glared at you from her place.

"I hate you" She grumbled and your smile faltered.

"Sometimes I really do believe that '' You paused before heading to the door, not giving Natasha time to respond. "I'm gonna go get you some water so you can take those painkillers."

The moment you got out the door you closed your eyes and sighed, trying to ground yourself. 

"Are you okay?" An accented voice startled you from your thoughts and you jumped, opening your eyes. "Sorry"

"Yeah- I'm fine. It's just..." You trailed off, unsure of how to explain your predicament.

"Natasha?" Wanda asked and you raised an eyebrow in question. "You guys have really loud, loud thoughts when you're around each other"

"Yeah.." You mumbled "The little shit's confusing"

"Little?" Wanda mused and crossed her arms "She's a grown woman"

"She's like- 5'2, I said what i said" You ran a hand through your hair and sighed as Wanda gave you a stern, knowing look. "I like her i do- I just- everytime I start making progress she goes cold or we end up fighting and then it's all back to square one"

"She has feelings for you too, but you know Natasha." Wanda shrugged "She's pretty much terrified of the idea of loving someone. She's afraid of her feelings and she's definitely not going to admit to having them unless you make her."

"Loving?" You choked on the air you were previously trying to breathe. "Why are we talking about love?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

"The tension between you two is more than just lust, or a silly crush. There's potential there."

"What do you mean?" Your voice squeaked slightly and Wanda laughed, tapping her temple with a knowing smile.

"Loud. Loud thoughts"

"I don't know what to do anymore" You groaned and the Sokovian gave you a sympathetic pat on the back.

"Well she can't exactly run away at the moment so- I suggest you try talking to her" Wanda smiled and you pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you"

"Anytime" She laughed as she pulled away "Now, Go get that water and then go get your girl"

"How did you-"

"Thoughts y/n" Wanda grinned and disappeared into her room.

You chuckled, shaking your head before heading to the kitchen.

You got the water and rushed back to your room, slowing down just outside the door and taking a breath before quietly entering and carefully pulling the door closed as you entered your room.

"That took you a suspiciously long time" Natasha glared at you and you smirked.

"Miss me that much?" You teased setting a glass of cold water on the nightstand by the bed. "I ran into Wanda"

You didn't miss the way Natasha tensed at the mention of the witch but you kept all jokes about her jealousy to yourself. You would be jealous too if the roles were reversed and she'd been with Steve or something.

Despite knowing the two were strictly friends.

"You lied to me" You sat by Natasha as she raised an eyebrow at you in near confusion. "Bruce has been here alllllll day"

You dragged your words out in a sing-song manner and Natasha huffed.

"So why'd you come to me?" You already knew the answer now, but you wanted to see how far Natasha would go to avoid admitting that she liked you as much as you liked her.

"I couldn't find him" Natasha shrugged and you chuckled softly.

"That's not true, you would've found him if you actually looked"

Natasha fixed you with a glare that would rival the world's strongest laser.

"What are you getting at y/l/n?"

"I think you really do like me" You chuckled and a look of panic flashed behind the assassin's eyes. "I'm gonna change your bandages- it's been an hour and we need to keep them clean. I don't want you getting infected"

You moved on so casually Natasha almost forgot that you'd called her out. Almost. However, she was happy to not address it for fear of outing her true feelings for you and you- obviously not feeling the same.

You smirked as you approached the bed, a new idea forming on how to make the redhead suffer a little more before you put an end to her misery. 

You completely ignored the chair by the bed, opting to get on the bed and straddle Natasha's thigh, earning a surprised grunt from the Assassin as she stared up at you in confusion. 

"Better angle" You explained innocently, starting to pull off Nat's (Your) shirt and removing the bandages that covered her wound. 

Natasha studied your features as you concentrated on putting ointment on her stomach before bandaging her back up. Noticing the way you furrowed your brows slightly and bit your lip as you stayed diligently focused.

She had to admit you looked heavenly, hovering above her.

Her mind had wandered to other things when she let out an involuntary gasp as she felt your fingers brush the skin above the waistband of her pants. She looked up at you with wide eyes but you didn't seem to react at all, a neutral expression resting on your face and your focus still on her bandages.

Maybe she'd imagined it?

You glanced up at the assassin as you finished applying the gauze to her wound.

"You alright there?" You raised an eyebrow and Natasha nodded, hiding a blush. "You sure?"

"Yeah I just-" Natasha was cut off when you brushed your fingertips up the side of her ribs, a small smirk ever-present on your lips.

There was no way she imagined that, was there? 

It easily could have been due to you changing her bandages, but a part of Natasha wanted to believe your tender touches against her skin were purposefully wandering. 

"You seem a little out of it Nat" You cocked your head to the side, keeping a neutral tone despite the urge to grin. Natasha didn't answer, she was too busy overthinking the wishful thoughts invading her head. "Nat?"

You waved your hand in front of her face causing her eyes to snap to yours. Confusion and something unreadable was written all over behind her stoic facade.

"Do I need to be worried?" You furrowed your brows in concern. "You seem really distracted"

Natasha swallowed harshly, shaking her head, closing her eyes. 

"I-" Natasha was cut off again, this time by a sharp intake of breath as you traced your hands down her sides, settling them on her hips. 

She definitely hadn't imagined that.

"You what?" You tilted your head to the side with small, kind smile as Natasha's eyes fluttered open to reveal how her gaze had glazed over in confusion.

She couldn't read you as well as she wanted to at that moment. Her head was clouded over with want, but her mind still swarmed with questions as she tried to figure you out. 

"What's wrong Nat?" You leaned over the redhead and she closed her eyes again, subconsciously tilting her head as you gently pressed a soft kiss to her jaw line.

You grinned at the way Natasha shuddered when your lips pressed to her skin, nibbling gently before pulling away. 

Natasha's eyes opened again, her pupils blown and her gaze visibly full of want, but also perplexity. Her body language still tense. 

The smirk you held, transitioned to a gentle smile as you cupped her cheek, remembering what Wanda said about her feelings. Your thumb softly traced along her cheekbone to her lips. You dragged your thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, causing Natasha to take a deep breath. 

Her eyes fluttered shut a third time and she leaned into your touch. A small, still guarded smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

This moment was probably the softest thing to ever happen between the two of you. In fact, Natasha thought it might be the most gentle thing she'd ever experienced.

"What are you doing?" Natasha sighed, but her eyes stayed closed, afraid that if she opened them you would disappear. She was afraid she was dreaming, and if this was indeed a dream. Natasha Romanoff never wanted to wake up. 

"I don't want to hate each other" You admitted quietly to the assassin, who hummed in response. 

"Me either" Natasha mumbled, her accent slipping out as she let her guard down. Her walls crumbled then and there as her entire body relaxed under your touch. "I don't think I ever hated you" 

Her quiet words made you melt as she turned her face to kiss the palm of your hand before leaning back against it. The warmth of her cheek against your hand sent waves of a comfort you never knew through the both of you. 

"I don't think i ever hated you either" You chuckled at the way her eyes suddenly opened, her eyebrow raised as if to say 'oh really?'. 

You shook your head gently with a fond smile. 

"It's true, i don't hate you" You grazed your thumb along the redhead's jaw. "I don't think i even know how to"

The tenderness in the assassin's gaze was foreign to both of you, along with the unspoken emotions floating lightly in the air around you. 

"Kiss me" Natasha's hushed whisper held a tone akin to pleading. Normally you would take this opportunity to tease the assassin further but the look in her eyes told you she needed this just as much as you did, and you didn't want to ruin the moment for the sake of a joke. 

You slowly leaned in toward the redhead until you were barely an inch away from her lips before hesitating, looking between her eyes for any signs of regret, and finding nothing but serenity in a sea of deep green. 

"Are you sure?" You asked stupidly, anxious that the other woman would change her mind. 

A sigh left parted lips before Natasha nodded, barely moving her head. She wet her lips before finally speaking in a breathy whisper, her eyes burning with the intensity of her desires. 

"Please"

Her hands moved to your waist, balling fistfuls of your shirt, tugging you down gently against her and you maneuvered yourself to avoid putting pressure on her wound. 

After a moment of silence, you finally connected your lips to hers. 

Electricity buzzed around you as you both sighed contently into the kiss. Natasha filled your senses, her gentle hum of pleasure was music to your ears, her skin was soft and warm to the touch, she tasted like Cinnamon and she smelled like pine trees.

You found yourself getting lost in the kiss, and with a light bite to her bottom lip, you drew a soft gasp from Natasha. In that moment you deepened the kiss, experimentally slipping your tongue between her lips and letting it dance with hers. 

When air became a problem, you moved your lips along her jaw and down her neck, finding her collarbone and placing gentle kisses along her skin as you listened to her attempts to catch her breath. 

When Natasha began pushing you further down her body you reluctantly withdrew your lips from her soft skin. You moved up to face her and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. 

A small grin formed on your face as Natasha let out a soft whine, pulling at your shirt. 

"Nat" you murmured, tracing her jawline with your fingertips as a pout formed on the assassin's lips. "We can't" 

"Why not?" Natasha kept her tone hushed as she pressed her palms to your shoulders. 

"Because, Tasha, there's no way going any further can be good for you right now." You traced your fingertips along her arms in an attempt comfort the assassin. "You were injured and bleeding out literally a few hours ago, you need to rest and let yourself heal a bit." 

"No," Natasha shook her head and huffed quietly, holding your gaze. "I need you, please." 

You stared into her eyes as Natasha tried not to squirm beneath you. She looked so vulnerable and open, a needy frown pulling on the corners of her lips as she gripped the fabric of your shirt in her fists. 

It took you a few moments before you uttered a quiet "okay" and pressed your lips once again to hers. 

Natasha sighed softly as you made your way down her chest, tracing your fingertips over her ribs. You moved slowly, making sure to pay attention to every little moment, being wary of her wound.

Once her bra was removed you paid special attention to her breasts, massaging one with one hand while your lips wrapped around her other nipple, causing Natasha to arch her back, pushing her chest further toward your mouth. 

She groaned softly at the movement and you moved a hand flat against the side of her ribs, gently holding her in place as you swirled your tongue around the hardened peak of her breast before moving your attention to the other. 

Natasha's breathing hitched as you grazed your teeth along one bud while your thumb pressed into the other, she sighed quietly and tangled one hand in the sheets as her other hand found its way to your hair, tugging softly at the roots, earning a low groan from you.

You moved your focus once again to leaving a path of gentle open mouthed kisses and love bites across Natasha's skin, trailing your way down her sternum and to her toned stomach. 

Her hand stayed in your hair, tugging as her ab muscles contracted and pulsed under your lips. You chuckled, finding the button to her jeans and undoing it while laving kisses around her belly. You tugged them off her hips, slowly pulling them down her legs as you watched her face. 

She held your gaze with half lidded eyes, her lips slighty parted and only a little kiss swollen. Her arms had at somepoint made their way above her head, crossed at the wrists as she dug her fingers into the pillows. 

You finished removing the jeans, tossing them to the ground, leaving Natasha in nothing but her navy blue panties.

You admired the view of the wet spot visible on the dark fabric before leaning down to press a kiss to her left knee, smiling as Natasha whined at your teasing. 

You trailed your lips up her thigh reveling in the soft sighs and whimpers you coaxed from the redhead. 

You made your way up to her hip again, this time, placing a deliberate kiss to the rough pink skin of her scar. You glanced up at her in time to see a grin blooming on her lips at the action you felt your chest warm at the sight of her smiling with her teeth, her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed.

You pressed kisses down to her pubic bone and Natasha gasped a quiet involuntary moan as you dragged the tip of your tongue over her covered core, humming at the faint taste of her. 

You hooked your fingers through the waistband of her panties and made quick work of removing them as fast as possible. Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer.

Anchoring your arms around her thighs you held Natasha open as you drove your tongue through her folds moaning softly as you lapped at her juices. Natasha writhed beneath you, soft sighs of pleas and low, breathy moans falling from her lips like your new favorite song. 

You hummed along with her, wrapping your lips around her clit as you slid two fingers easily into her core, exploring her intimacy at a steady pace as her quiet sighs of pleasure evolved into a symphony of sweet impassioned moans. 

One shaky hand found it's way back to your hair, tugging hard and earning a groan from you, sending vibrations straight through her center. The other hand found yours resting on her hip and intertwined your fingers as she cried out in pleasure. 

Her hips rocked in time with your movements as you swirled yout tongue around her clit causing Natasha to choke on a moan. She whined helplessly as you pulled your mouth away from her only to surge forward and connect your lips to hers. 

The kiss was messy and earnest as you let Natasha taste herself on your tongue. You moved your kisses down her jaw before pulling away just enough to watch her face as you curled your fingers just right and swiped your thumb over her clit. 

Her brows drew together as her eyes clamped tighter shut, her grip on your hand and in your hair grew tighter as her walls fluttered around your fingers. 

A chorus of your name and "gonna cum" flowed choppily from her lips as she tucked her face in your neck, moaning huskily against your skin. 

You sped up your movements rubbing tight circles around her clit with your thumb and mumbling a soft "Cum dekta" in her ear. 

Natasha wrapped her hand that wasn't holding yours around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to her as her body began to spasm and chants of your name spilled from her as her cum coated your hand. You helped her ride out her orgasm until she began to whine, releasing your hand to push at the one between her legs, murmuring a soft "No more."

You pulled away, sitting back to hold her eyes as you licked your hand, and sucked your fingers clean of her juices. 

"Fuck" she groaned and pulled you down for a slow contented kiss, humming as she tasted herself on your lips. 

You fell next to Natasha, turning on your side and tracing her collarbone with your fingertips. The assassin scooted closer to you with a frown and tugged at your shirt.

"Off" She whined, grunting as she tried to pull your shirt up without moving too much. 

You laughed, placating her with a kiss before sitting up and pleeling the shirt off your body. You tossed your shirt on the ground and quickly removed all remaining clothing before settling in next to Natasha again with a soft sigh. 

Natasha turned on her side to pull you closer, groaning as she shifted with a quiet "Ow."

You immediately sat up again looking her over. 

"Shit. Baby, I gotta make sure you didn't pop a stitch." You mumbled, pulling at Natasha's bandages. 

"I'm fine, it can wait." Was all she said as she stilled your hands with her own and you huffed quietly. 

"At least let me clean you up a little, you're all sweaty and the bandages are loose anyway." 

Natasha grumbled and nodded subtly and you rewrapped her injury as quickly as you could after checking that none of the stitching had come undone.

You slid back into bed and let Natasha get comfortable before you laid halfway on top of her, pressing your head to her chest as both of her hands weaved into your hair, stroking through it soothingly. 

You hummed contently and pressed a kiss to her collarbone, making a mental note to thank Wanda the next time you saw her as you slowly drifted off to sleep to the sound of Natasha humming a lullaby as she carded her fingers through your hair.

Tagging: @yourtaletotell @chelleztjs18

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You woke up to someone stroking your hair, open your eye just a little to see, you saw one of your locks fumble in the fingers of the man next to you. "Morning." He said in a hushed voice, "I made some breakfast." A smile formed on his mouth as the hair fell from his hand next to your head like a waterfall falling into a pool. You smiled at him back, sitting up on your arms, "Morning." You mumbled out, yawning. You weren't ever really a morning person. You stretched as he left the bed to go plate you guys up. 

You put on your demon slayer outfit then ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning,love." He said to you as you entered the kitchen. He flipped a pancake. You took a seat at the table and started eating as he sat down with you. "I have the day off." He said as he smiled. "Well I don't." You said as you placed another piece of pancake in your mouth. "Oh, well then." He said as he chuckled." I guess I'll see ya when you get home." You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

Yeah, no. He ended up going on a mission with you. He didn't have to. He wanted to. So here you guys are, resting in a hotel room. Him holding you close. In his arms. "I love you." He said into the top of your head. You mumbled a mhm. 

The next morning when you guys left you saw Tanjiro and his gang at the train station. Funny, you guys were here to take down a demon moon. Must be here to accompany you. On the train you and Rengoku ordered some food. He liked it a lot! So he had another. And another. And another. Annnnd another. "Hey, Rengoku-sama.." Tanjuro popped up. The only response he got was delicious. Everything out was a blur. You remember a demon, a man clipping your ticket, passing out, then here you are now. Standing on top of a train with Tanjiro. You guys kept slicing the head off but it wouldn't work. But finally when it did you ran up to Rengoku. But it wasn't over yet, because that's when he came. 

You held him, a dead disbelieving smile on your face. It all happened too fast. You couldn't even cry, the world had gone still. All the noise stopped. He went cold. The whole world had gone cold. 

Even the sweat you woke up in. You were screaming but you couldn't hear yourself, or the calming voice of your husband. You looked over at him and clawed at his back while you wailed. He held You as he did all the time. You told him everything, and he assured you that it would all be fine and that nothing would happen to him. So you guys held each other as you two went back to sleep. 

The next morning you guys boarded a train because there were reports of people going missing on the train and demon sightings. 

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My Champion

Liv Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 915

Warnings: Royal Rumble 2022 Spoilers

Summary: As Liv's girlfriend, you believe Liv deserved that win. All you can do for now is comfort her when she gets back to the hotel.

Masterlist

You couldn't believe what you had just seen. Your girlfriend was carelessly tossed over the top rope, with her two feet hitting the floor. This was supposed to be her moment. She was supposed to finally get what she worked so hard for. She was supposed to get what the fans have been begging for months.

To see her go over the rope drove you insane. However, there was a whole different level of anger you felt when Ronda came out at number 30 to win the whole thing.

This whole event was bullshit. It undermined every single choice that the company had had over the last few months. If Brock was bound to win the rumble, then why did he need to take the championship from E. Why did Ronda have to win? To have some lackluster mania match with Becky or Charlotte? Something that went so well the last time.

You waited for your girlfriend at the hotel. When she walked in, you immediately threw your arms around her. She crumpled into your hold, making you squeeze her tighter.

" Everyone knows that you should've won this," you use the pad of your thumb to wipe your loose tears.

" It's okay"

You shake your head," It's not okay. They're literally edging you Liv. One minute you're in the title picture and the next you're back down the card. You deserve something better."

She was quiet. She knew what you were going to say. In fact, this wouldn't be the first time you suggested it. When Ruby was let go, it crushed Liv. It crushed her to the point where she was going to request her release as well.

She was loyal like that. Ruby talked her out of it, but now circumstances were different. Ruby was living her life to the fullest as a member of the AEW roster. She was being treated fairly well and more importantly she seemed to be genuinely having a good time. You wanted that for Liv, but it wasn't your decision to make.

" This has been my dream for as long as I can remember, Y/n. I don't want to give it up because things aren't going my way."

You let out a sigh," I know baby, but I'm tired of them playing games with you. If you don't win the belt at Mania, I'm going to march right up to Vince's office to give him a piece of my mind."

She chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your lips," You're going to riot for me?"

"Until my face turns blue," you pecked her nose.

" I'm going to put on my stitch onesie, and then I was thinking we could cuddle"

You nod," I'll get the ice cream and Netflix. We can finish Glee"

There's a bright smile on her face as she makes her way to the bathroom," You're the best"

" Nope, you're the best and everybody knows it."

You didn't wait for a response, instead you went to the kitchen, and got the tub of ice cream out of the freezer. You grabbed two spoons as well, making your way to the bedroom.

When you got settled in, you turned on Netflix and waited for your adorable girlfriend. Just as she said, she came out of the bathroom in a Stitch onesie.

You giggled and made grabby hands at her from your spot on the bed. She wasted no time climbing into your arms. You handed her the ice cream and she squealed.

" Thanks for being here Y/n"

"I'll always be here for you. I believe in you, Liv. I know you're going to do great things for professional wrestling. "

She's about to cut you off, but you don't let her," One day, hopefully sooner rather than later, you'll be having your Wrestlemania moment. I'll be watching you from the front row as you hold that title above your head. I can hear the announcer, ANNNND NEW WWE WOMEN'S CHAMPION, LIV MORGAN"

She laughs," That's how it's going to happen?"

" Yup"

She puts her finger on her chin," I think you forgot one thing"

" What?"

She turns to face you, so she can look into your eyes," After they hand me the belt, I'm going to roll out the ring. I'm going to march my way over to a certain woman sitting in the front row, and then I'm going to kiss her"

You pretend to be shocked," In front of everyone? "

She nods, slowly leaning in," Of course. She's my biggest supporter. I couldn't have made it to Mania without her. It's only fair to make sure she has a little Mania moment too."

Your eyes shine into hers before they shut. You close the gap between you two, passionately kissing Liv. You melt as you feel her hands cup your face.

When the kiss breaks, the two of you are smiling brightly at each other. Liv turns back around, pushing you to pull her back close to her front.

You start the episode of Glee and mindlessly play with Liv's hair. You kiss the top of her head.

" You're always going to be the champion to me"

She doesn't say anything, instead intertwining her hand with yours. She brings your interlocked hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. She holds them over her heart.

She was going to have her moment and when she did, you'd be there cheering her on until your face turned blue.