#as a patient u are allowed to request this test and can do with the results what u see fit

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

You can determine the sex of a baby as early as 11 weeks with CVS. This is first trimester, a time many people agree is most acceptable to have an abortion.

you don’t realize how male centered a lot of women are once you tell them you only want to have baby girls. my female family members were so offended when i said if i were to have children i only want to have daughters.

[here2bbtstrash]

Request: Jimin and/or Hobi x innocent/virgin reader. innocence/corruption kink. maybe teaching her how to do a blowjob idk. smut.

WOOOOOF usually virgin/innocent smut is not really my bag but. idk. the stars aligned and in this moment it was very much my bag. we went full nasty with it 🙆‍♀️ thank you for this req - i hope you enjoy!!! 🌹

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: hoseok x virgin!reader wordcount: it's like 1.2k but we had a vision alright contains: member POV 😈, alcohol mention, reader is a virgin and v sexually inexperienced (it's her first time doing like everything okay), hobi is a good teacher tho 😏, first blowjob, he is... definitely turned on by her innocence (i mean this is really what it says on the tin lmao), some dirty talk/name calling, face fucking, might be under-negotiated if u squint, she touches herself, a surprise facial lol, manhandling, he eats her out over her underwear - i think that's it !!

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You’ve never done this before.

That’s all Hoseok can think as you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes big and blinking, awaiting instruction.

It’s why you picked him, he’d learned tonight, after you’d sipped at your vodka cranberry until it loosened your lips. You’d swiped on his dating app profile after seeing his listed occupation: dance instructor.

That’s what you needed. A teacher.

You’d confessed it with your face buried in your palms, drunk enough to say it but sober enough to still feel the shame. Growing up, you’d listened to the stories as your friends started having sex, blossoming one by one into experienced, confident adults. But it just never happened for you.

And now, here you are. A late bloomer. Inexperienced. “A virgin,” you’d admitted, mortified. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

Hoseok thought it was hot, actually, but he kept that to himself.

He knows he’s a good teacher: attentive, detail-oriented, a good communicator. And very patient. But fuck, if seeing you sit back on your socked heels and lick your lips doesn’t test that patience.

“Take it out, baby.”

You fumble open the button on his jeans, shaky-handed, clearly nervous, so Hoseok helps you out, easing pants and boxers down in one go. He doesn’t miss the look on your face as you take him in.

God, he’s already hard and you haven’t so much as breathed on him.

“Ever seen one before?” he murmurs, fingers carding through your hair.

The self-conscious exhale you let out tells him the answer before you even find the words. You don’t have to.

“That’s okay. Just touch it.”

Hoseok can barely bite back his groan when you wrap your hand around him and give a tentative squeeze. He allows you a second to get used to the weight of him, the feeling, velvet firm and blood hot.

Shy little thing with a cock in her hand. He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give.

You shift on the floor, and Hoseok thinks maybe you’re gonna ask to stop, crawl back into his bed for another hour of his tongue in your mouth, his hands pawing at your tits over your shirt. 

But then he feels it: the soft pink drag of your tongue at the crown of his cock. One pass, then two. Like he’s a fucking ice cream cone.

It tears a rough sound from the back of his throat. He wonders if you can feel him pulse in your hand, if you can taste the precum drooling out of his slit as you keep on kitten licking at him.

“Yeah, you wanna taste?” he asks, and you nod with his cock still on the flat of your tongue. “Suck on the tip,” he instructs, because this is what you’re here for. “Just watch your teeth.”

With a soft noise, you do what your teacher says.

Hoseok’s first taste of the sweet, wet warmth of your mouth is made twice as good by the way you glance up at him through your lashes, clearly searching for an affirmation that you’re doing it right. Too innocent to know what you look like: a perfect little whore.

“So pretty like this, baby,” he groans, ever a believer in positive reinforcement. “Suckin’ on your very first cock.”

A muscle in your throat jumps; he wonders if that’s a twinge of embarrassment rolling through you. Wonders if it’s fucked up how much he likes that.

“Want some more?” he asks, and you’re already stretching your lips further down his shaft, dragging his entire tip and then some over the hot stripe of your tongue. Hoseok cups your jaw with one hand as he pushes into your mouth, gentle as he can. He can’t quite hide the ragged edge to his breathing.

“Hollow your cheeks,” he rasps. “Suck harder.”

The added pressure when you tighten up around him nearly makes his knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it.”

Your rhythm isn’t perfect, but he figures maybe the best way to teach is by example, so he reaches down to hold your head in both hands as his hips start to kick forward.

“Let me use you, baby,” Hoseok breathes, and he didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the noise you make around his dick is everything he needs to hear.

Another low moan rips through him at the sight of you, his little virgin down on her knees and just fucking taking it, and he picks up the pace, deliberately fucks into your mouth like he wants to mold your tongue in the shape of him.

“Already a slut for this cock, huh?”

A crease notches between Hoseok’s brows. His eyes drink you in as his hips roll: the willing gape of your mouth, the flutter of your lashes, the thick spit gloss spilling from the seal of your lips.

And then his gaze tracks lower, and– oh.

You’ve let your knees peel apart, just enough to hitch your skirt up the smooth skin of your thighs, and the hand that isn’t clung to Hoseok’s hip for balance has snaked its way between your legs. But you’re not touching yourself, not really. You’re just… grinding the flat of your palm into your underwear. Thin white cotton, plain and not meant to be sexy, not bought for anyone else to ever see. Somehow the hottest fucking thing.

Hoseok chokes on a whine because fuck, is this how you always get off? Too sweetly unsure to actually masturbate, just rutting your hot little pussy against your hand, a plushie, the corner of your bed.

Ashamed of the pleasure and chasing it anyway.

The thought is dizzying, distractingly so, and he miscalculates a thrust, feels the head of his cock scrape the back of your throat and everything clench tight at the intrusion.

He pulls out with a gasp to give you a second, but even the friction of that quick drag is enough to tip him over the edge, and then his hand is mindlessly tugging at his wet shaft because he needs to come so fucking bad.

And then he does, he is, he’s coming, sticky thick ropes of it leaking from the head of his dick before he can even warn you. All that he manages is another groan as he paints you, white streaks splattering over your cheeks, down your neck, a little in your hair; making a mess of you.

To Hoseok’s surprise, you don’t react with disgust or even shock. Instead a soft moan slips through your spit-slicked lips, and your hips buck harder against your palm, and he can’t hold back another fucking second.

He’s already on the floor, and maybe it’s too rough, the way he drags your hips toward him until you’re flat on your back, but he can’t not do it. Can’t not shove your legs open to bury his face between your thighs, can’t not lick up the already soaked-through seat of your panties and gasp against it at the raw taste of you.

And he’s the first to ever have it.

It doesn’t take much, just a few more drags of his tongue, rubbing firmly at the clothed seam of your virgin pussy until your hips shove up and your hands tangle in his hair as you come. 

Hoseok can already tell he’ll play the moment back until he wears out the mental recording of it: your spine arching off the hardwood floor, his cum still dripping down your face as you moan like the whore he knew he could make of you.

After all, he’s a very good teacher.

[staarboyyy]

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✩°｡⋆saw franchise x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: amanda young x reader

drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]

quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]

choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]

territory ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda - amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: mark hoffman x reader

worthy test ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!! - you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined [ smut ]

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✩°｡⋆the boys x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: homelander x reader

compliance ; sublander, bloodplay, knifeplay, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamic, consent, communication, prior planning, oral sex - getting homelander in a vulnerable position where you put him in cuffs he's not allowed to break. [ smut ]

supernova ; depowered!homelander, homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties - john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you. [ angst / romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x reader

people will talk ; weed smoking, alcohol references, fluff, intoxication, cozy fic, - late night meetings between you, frenchie and a joint [ fluff ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x butcher x reader

team building ; reader has vagina, weed use / intoxication, supe reaper, enemies to lovers if you squint, hell yeah for long buildup, threesome, lap sitting, oral [receiving / giving], spitroast, lots of petnames - As a Supe on the run, joining The Boys can be nerve wracking - Easing up tension is no easy feat. [ smut ]

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✩°｡⋆fallout x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: cooper howard [the ghoul] x bounty!reader

paid in kind ; gunplay, breathplay, bondage, spitplay, hairpulling, oral [ m receiving ], throatfucking, wallfucking, creampie, accidental yearning, prolonged eye contact is sexy, switch!cooper is underrated, mentions of past sexual experiences, nondescript reader genitals, rad x as ghoul birth control - you've been running for weeks, but there's nowhere he won't find you. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: prewar!cooper x barbara howard x reader

summer lovin' ; costar!reader, hot tub time!, fluff beyond belief, relationship not labeled but everyone flirts with everyone!, alcohol mentions/consumption - after working on a film with cooper, you never imagined just how charming both of the howards were. [ romance / fluff ]

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ thomas shelby x reader fic [ smut - specified anatomy ]

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance - smoking, fluff, morning sex, oral [ reader receiving ] , power imbalance, overstimulation, reluctant feels, thomas shelby please have emotions?? please?? LMAO, irresponsible beta read we die like real men

i. evening ,, ii. morning

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: soldier boy x reader [ smut, angst - specified anatomy ]

summary ; upon joining The Boys to take down Homelander with the help of Soldier Boy, you come to realize he's much more of a hard bargain than you anticipated.

tags / warnings ; dubcon, forced orgasms, slight daddy kink, glove kink if you squint, size kink, southern charm, drug use, wall sex, no pronouns used for reader but afab anatomy is repeatedly mentioned - intoxication, weed use, cocaine mentions, slight angst, porn with a plot, destructive mutualization, lap sitting, pleasure denial, grinding ("the knee thing"), slight underwear fetish, m!masturbation, couch sex, free use elements, creampie, verbal threats, reader takes initiative (aka fucks around and finds out, with feelings!), is soldier boy a warning? if so, soldier boy antics!,

i. negotations ,, ii. necessary evils

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[galactic-magick]

Heyy, I just saw you're accepting requests, and I was so happy about that!!

If u want, can you pls do some headcanons/fic about Peter (001) thinking the reader is dead, and them found out they are not?

Thnk u a lot, and it's okay if u don't want to do that! I just really love your writing BTW 💖💖💖

Thank you so much for the support I’m glad you like my writing!!

Combining this request with this similar one from an anon: "hi! could you write angsty hcs for 001 like something happens to his s/o like he loses them (either permanently or temporarily) or something and how he reacts to it ?? whether or not it has a good ending is up to you! also feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable w writing this, thank you anyways!"

Want to make a Stranger Things request? Read this!

losing you was something he never thought he'd allow to happen, but it was out of his control

and for someone who desires to control the world and make it how he wants it to be, that's pretty rough

you worked at the lab with him, you didn’t have powers but you helped with the experiments and the science side of everything, as well as being a friendly face for all the kids

you were the only staff member besides Dr. Brenner that knew his true identity, both that he was the original 001 and that he was Henry Creel, due to you being so close and developing a relationship

so when one of the experiments goes wrong and you die as a result, it doesn’t matter that his powers are suppressed, he’s determined to avenge you

he never knew why Dr. Brenner always seemed to use you as a guinea pig, testing new technology and drugs to make sure it would be safe for the kids, but there was never a guarantee that it would be safe for you

he watched everything happen, watched you pass out and get dragged away

he ran after you of course, but was quickly put in check by the electric shocks Dr. Brenner liked to use on him whenever he tried to leave his place

he retaliated as much as he possibly could, but he knew there was only so much he could do while his powers were suppressed

all he had then was harsh words, screaming at all the scientists for how careless they were

if only he could have his powers back, maybe he could cheat death and somehow bring you back to life, or just burn this place to the ground

one thing this man is though is incredibly patient

he’ll wait as long as it takes if it means getting a satisfying revenge

so he puts a plan into action, befriending Eleven a little sooner and manipulating her into taking out his inhibitor chip thing

but one thing didn’t go according to plan

while on his murderous rampage, he runs into Dr. Brenner and allows him to beg for his life before Peter kills him

“Please! Please! Just wait-- I know where Y/N is!”

Peter stops in his tracks, hearing your name being the only thing that could snap him out of his headspace

“They’re dead. You killed them!” he shouts.

“No, they’re not dead! I kept them alive in case I ever needed them as leverage to control you-- but clearly you’re already out of control,” Dr. Brenner explains. “Please, just spare me and Eleven, we’ll never bother you with any of our experiments ever again and you can go out into the world and live whatever life you want,”

Peter lifts Dr. Brenner into the air and pushes him against the wall with his powers, “Tell me where they are and I might spare you,”

he tells him about the secret room on the top floor you’ve been kept in, and Peter swiftly drops him and bolts up all the flights of stairs, crushing anything in his way

the door is well hidden, but he still finds it easily and destroys all the locks in nearly one motion

he finds you sitting in a chair and gazing out a window, scattered with a few cracks from when you’ve tried to break out, to no avail, as well as some tally marks on the walls trying to keep track of the days

no words are needed as you run into each other’s arms

you take a moment to look at him, all that messy hair and blood

you don’t ask what happened for now, you’re just glad he found you

he holds you tighter, almost to the point you can’t breathe

“I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead,” he mumbles, a single tear falling down his face

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you assure him.

[soleilnomoon]

imbue ; eren x reader.

971 words, anxious / gn reader (no pronouns), sfw, 18+ mdni; eren isn't the best at comforting, but he tries; angst lite, a lil fluff if u squint, reader is a psych major, modern au (college stuff).

fic request for @f4irycafe ; thank u sm for being patient, i hope you enjoy it <3

a thermos filled with coffee sits on the corner of your desk, several thick textbooks scattered around along with spiral notebooks filled with hurried writing, various uncapped highlighters, pens of different colors, and ripped up index cards. ink stains your palms and fingertips, as you attempt to rewrite your notes again neatly. you don’t know why you do this, why you isolate yourself in your dorm room — away from friends, from family, and from your boyfriend — why you’d rather stay awake three nights in a row, than deal with the inner demons you can’t seem to chase away. 

can you still call them nightmares if you’re numb to it all? if you choose to ignore the pain that accompanies those vicious, terse words that anxiety hurls at you hourly. you’ve gotten better at dodging them, at allowing the shallow, petty comments to glide off of your skin and drip onto the floor, splashing around your feet in an attempt to drown you.

it’s precisely why you take to studying psychology — why you’re fascinated with the inner workings of the human mind, why you don’t like being bothered whenever you have a major test coming up, why you always seem to have an excuse whenever someone tries to remind you that you’re running yourself ragged.

eren is tactless as ever, unable to filter his honesty whenever his impulsivity gets the best of him. you’ve told him repeatedly, took the time to carefully explain, even went so far as to give him tips on how to get a hold of that desire to say what’s on his mind all the time. but, he still struggles with it.

his knocks are recognizable, you know it’s him after the first pound on your door. if you ignore him, you might actually be able to get work done — but that would be cruel. you take your time getting up from your chair, yawning and stretching your arms over your head before unlocking your door. he stares down at you, an impish grin on his face, green eyes eager as ever at your timely appearance.

“hi,” you say dully, a small smile tugging on your lips, “you know i’m studying.” you move aside to let him in; it’s best to see what he wants early, rather than drag it out for longer than necessary. 

“yeah, that’s why i brought you snacks.” he shakes the bags in his hands before tossing them onto your bed. “i figured you haven’t eaten yet, right?” he suspects you’ve missed a few meals over the past few days; you get so wrapped up in your head, you forget to eat. his eyes land on the thermos and the chaos that is your desk. “coffee on an empty stomach?”

 you don’t bother looking at him, because you can only handle his concern for so long before it becomes unbearable.

“i’m studying,” you remind him again, voice weary as you tug on the sleeves of your hoodie, choosing to sift through the bags of snacks eren brought you. “it’s not like i plan on stuff like that.” your fingers latch onto a bag of chips and some gummy worms. “are you gonna stay, or did you just come to bring snacks?” you sink your toes into the fluffy rug beneath your feet, enjoying the sensation that the fluffy fabric brings you. it’s a calming motion, one that steadies you, helps you focus on irrelevant things that don’t stress you out.

he watches you briefly, throat tightening at the helpless feeling that swells within him. he hates how he can’t crawl into the grooves along your brain, how he can’t prevent you from trapping yourself internally, how he can’t make you see that things aren’t quite what your thoughts make them out to be. frustration at his own emotional ineptitude has him walking to you, his hands warm against your skin as he cups your face. 

“do you… want to talk about it?” it’s a question he poses quite often, one that you dodge repeatedly. today though, today you’re feeling a little more lost than usual. stress from not feeling prepared enough for your exam, doubts on whether you’ll graduate with the way you’re falling behind in your classes, and fear of not being good enough make navigating through the day extremely difficult. your stomach constantly in knots, palms and fingers tingly and damp; you’ve made a mess of the nails you’d painted only three days prior, the nail polish mostly chipped off.

with a slow nod of your head, you allow yourself to let go a bit, to allow eren the option of taking the reins. you like the tender way he’s looking at you and you also like how his hands are always so careful with you.

if you only knew how precious you were to him, maybe you wouldn’t question it.

“but first,” you declare, turning your face a bit so you can softly kiss the center of his palm, “i’m hungry, so let’s eat.” because you need something to do with your hands while you talk, or else your mind will descend into an unmanageable frenzy. you hop onto your bed and wait for him to settle in next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight, the warmth of his body a welcomed distraction.

he’s not entirely sure he can help with whatever it is that’s plaguing you, but he’s determined to try; if it takes him reminding you of your importance in his life on a daily basis, he will. so when he takes your hand in his, fingers laced together, you feel light and safe. and even though you both sit together in silence for a few minutes, he doesn’t press you — instead allowing you to move at your own pace so you can spill your thoughts uninterrupted.

[vampsquerade]

Could you bless me with a fluffy fic where Doc has to comfort the reader because they have a strong dislike for needles?

When I read your fics, my skin clears up and my vision improves. I swear.

YES U CAN ANON OMG!! i used to have a fear of needles but eventually got over this once i got tattoos and overcame my fear of them, so i would love to write something like this!! thank you so much for your request and patience ^-^ (also can you tell i frequently had to have blood drawn bc i always had problems in my system that doctors couldn’t really explain at some point, sorry for getting graphic)

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Doc x GN!Reader: Quick Pinch

Trigger Warnings: Trypanophobia (intense fear of needles), mentions of past physical violence, graphic descriptions of blood withdrawal (in a medical sense), comfort/hurt, monthly check ups

Walking into the infirmary for your monthly check up with Gustave, you begin to feel a bit nervous. You never did well during these whenever Olivier would be the one doing this, having to actually be held down once it came to the blood tests that were required, because you had a deep disdain for needles. As a child, all you would do was scream and cry the second your doctors would tell you it was time for a blood test. But as an adult? Well…let’s just say you were black listed from a few clinics because of the use of your hands in a not so nice manner the moment you saw a needle. Even when you enlisted and had to do your check ups on base, you became so physical you were held down.

Your response to your trypanophobia was a hell of a thing.

Looking around, you don’t see Gustave anywhere, and get yourself ready to high tail it out of there. You turn around and begin to walk back towards the door as quickly as possible, but to your dismay, you wouldn’t get away so easily. “Ah, Y/N, you’ve finally arrived. Come with me, s’il te plait.” he said. Your body froze, blood running cold as you hesitated to turn around and look at him. “I promise we’ll get through the blood draw as quickly as possible and finish up so you can continue going about your day,” he said in a gentle tone. You sigh shakily, turning to face him now. There was a sweet, warm smile on his face, and you began to feel a little relaxed.

Feeling your limbs starting to unfreeze themselves, you begin walking towards Gustave slowly. You felt like a terrified animal, eyes fixated on him as you slowly stalked towards him. His soft expression remained unchanged, patiently waiting for you to come closer so the check up could begin. And once you were close enough to Gustave, he carefully extended a hand to you and waited for you to grab it. And you do, allowing him to lead you to the area you usually went to to change into the gown necessary to perform the check up. “I know Olivier usually tends to do the blood draw somewhere in between the check up, but I’ll be sure to do it right at the end just for you. Go ahead and change, I’ll give you a moment to prepare.” Gustave said before walking away.

You nod and begin to undress yourself, leaving yourself in only your underwear underneath the gown. “Alright Gustave, I’m ready…” you say. Gustave then steps back to you before leading you into a more secluded room that was just behind you, one you assumed he normally took everyone else to do their check ups. It was a well decorated room, and the atmosphere helped you feel much calmer than you were earlier. Gustave had you sit up on the table that was there and proceeded to do the standard check of your heartbeat, blood pressure. You knew a breast and pelvic examination was supposed to be up next, but Gustave seemingly stopped and looked at you with a serious expression. “What is it?” you ask a bit nervously. “Do I have your consent to conduct the next portion of the check up? It’s my job as a professional to ask you about it.” he said.

You fluster, looking away from him before giving him a nod. “Do what you gotta do.” you say. “Merci. I promise I’ll be quick. Lift your left arm above your head for me.” he said. You did as you were told, keeping your eyes away from him as he conducted both examinations as quickly as possible. You knew Gustave was just trying to get it over with so he didn’t make you nervous again. He then measured your weight and height before leaving the room. You sit back up and sigh, hands gripping the edge of the examination table. It was time for the blood draw so he could test it, and you could feel your anxiety beginning to spike through the roof. “I’ll never understand why I’ve always been so afraid of those stupid things…the moment I’m in my death bed, I refuse to have anything piercing my skin. If I’m dying, just let me die.” you say to yourself, scowling.

After a bit, Gustave came inside with your clothes, “Go ahead and get dressed now, I need to make sure everything I need is sterile. I’ll be sure to help keep you calm in any way I can that, hopefully, doesn’t resort to anything physical.” he said. You nod and shakily take your clothes from Gustave and he exits the room. You get dressed, feeling that aggression combined with your anxiety getting worse and worse as you pace the room, waiting for him to come back and take you to your doom. Soon enough, he came back inside, “Follow me Y/N.” Gustave said, holding the door open for you so you could walk out. Stepping out of the room, Gustave then turns off the light before taking you towards the area where blood is drawn and tested. “Take a seat for me. I’ll sit right next to you so you could squeeze my hand as I perform the draw.” he said, gesturing towards the chair.

You stare at him for a moment, before suddenly, your dominant arm moves on its own and your fist makes its way right towards his face at a rapid speed. Gustave’s reflexes were surprisingly fast however, and he quickly grabbed your fist and stopped it before it could come into contact with his nose. Your eyes widen and you quickly pull your hand away, turning around and refusing to look at him. “I…I’m so sorry…it’s just-” you begin, only to be cut off by Gustave, turning you around by gripping both your shoulders. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m well aware of your Trypanophobia and how you respond to it even at the thought of a needle. I promise you it’ll be a quick pinch, but you need to promise me that you’ll keep yourself as still as possible. I don’t want to hurt you, or hold you down the way Olivier and several other nurses and operators have to.” he said reassuringly.

Scanning his expression to find any sign of a lie, albeit a bit stupid to consider Gustave would even lie to you in the first place, you can see he’s telling the truth. Gustave’s a humanitarian through and through; in both the field, and with his colleagues. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and Gustave simply brings you in for a warm embrace. He was gentle and patient as always, waiting for you to let it all out before he began. The tears welling in your eyes finally spill out, and you’re letting out soft sobs as you shake like a leaf in your arms. Gustave gently rubbed your back, softly reassuring you that he’ll be as quick as possible and that he won’t hurt you.

A good 10 minutes pass, and you’ve eventually stopped crying. You pull away from Gustave, wiping your eyes with your hand and sniffling constantly. “Would you like for me to get you some tissues before we continue?” he asked. “Please…” you mumble, still wiping your eyes. Gustave nods, walking towards the counter and grabbing tissues from a tissue box before handing them over to you. You take them from him and wipe your nose, tossing the tissues into a nearby waste bin. Gustave leads you to a nearby sink and washes your hands, drying them off with a towel before taking off his gloves and washing his own now. He was meticulous and passionate about his work, you could tell just by the way he was cleansing and replacing his gloves simply for having washed your hands.

It was admirable, and you found Gustave to be a good and well-respectable friend. “Thank you for understanding, Gustave…” you say softly. “It’s no problem, mon ami. Do you promise to be as still as possible?” Gustave asked. “Yeah, I promise…” you say. You then take your seat, resting your arm on the sterile cushion. He then rolls up your sleeve, tying the surgical rubber band around the top of your arm tightly. You shut your eyes tightly once you feel Gustave disinfecting the bend of your elbow so he could insert the needle. He taps around the area before finding the right spot, “Ball your fist tightly and don’t move after.” he commands.

Doing as you’re told, you also turn your head to the side to avoid possibly seeing the needle if you decided to open your eyes. The cold steel of the needle enters you and you stiffen, breathing heavily. Gustave then carefully reached down for your other hand and held it, with you squeezing tightly. Once he saw that the little bottle was filled, Gustave quickly took the needle out of you and applied a dry cotton swab, lifting your arm before taking off the rubber band so he could stop the bleeding. “Keep your arm like that before I get a bandage roll.” he commanded quickly. You keep your arm in the position it’s in, and see that he took the needle and threw it away. The vial of blood was also gone, and you sighed softly knowing you didn’t have to see either of the two.

Gustave soon came back with a white bandage roll, tying it around your needle prick before having you relax your arm. “You did amazing right there. I’m so very proud of you for managing to remain calm throughout that.” he praised. Smiling sheepishly at him, you simply sigh deeply and relax your shoulders. “Utterly fucking terrifying. Thank you for your patience with me, Gustave.” you praise. “Anything to help a colleague,” he said, giving you a warm smile. You shake his hand firmly, and Gustave pulls you into another embrace. He kisses both your cheeks before letting you go, “I’ll give you a call to my office if there’s anything amiss in your blood so we can examine it. À bientôt, Y/N.” he said. “See you next time, Gustave.” you say, gently caressing his face before walking out of the infirmary.

[plush-rabbit]

Divinity in Impurity

Request: Okay but what if I actually request solo Simeon and him moaning through prayers and being just totally repressed and painfully turned on because his precious lovely MC makes him go doki doki? And of course a shameful messy clean up :3c I love u bestieee ✨✨💋

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Couldn’t get this out of my head, I want him to be repressed and emotionally conflicted

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Simeon enters the House of Lamentation, a gift bag in hand and he’s grateful none of the brothers are home. At least for Beel since the angel is sure that the gluttonous demon would’ve sniffed out the lovely baked goods that he carries. The home is quiet, but he knows you’re here. He sent you a message, confirming that you would be here. The house is empty and it’ll just be you and him, sharing a treat from his home and chatting away. It’s so rare to get you alone and while he’s glad that the brothers are there to protect you, they are also highly possessive, not letting a soul get near you and even less likely to allow someone to be alone with you for so long. There’s a light feeling in his chest, making his lungs expand with air, making him feel as if he’d float away from the simple joy of spending time with you. His cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile he has etched onto his face.

Guilt may lap at him for not informing Luke or Solomon of his whereabouts, but for just once, he wants to be alone with you. He wants to sit and talk about anything other than school work and how everyone can’t seem to focus on the task at hand. He wants to talk with you, learn more about you until you’re all that fills his mind. Or at least, occupy it.

He’s excited, standing at your door and he knocks, a smile on his face. Patience is something that he’s born with, having the time and mind to save those that stray from the path of light, to mentor the young angels, and to grant him his title. Yet, he can’t stay patient. He’s at your door, he can hear you hum and only a piece of wood separates you for him. His patience is thinned, eagerness taking over and he turns the knob to your door. All he wants to do is see you, to be unbothered as he spends time with you and listens to you talk. He wants you, that’s all he wants. The knob is cold underneath his hand, and he steps into your room, greeting you with a wide smile.

The bag tightens in his hands, his eyes widening slightly and smile falling. You stand in front of him, slightly turned away, a shirt pressed against your tummy, your chest bare and legs naked, the only clothing you have on is your underwear, shaped to your body. Your eyes are wide, a heavy flush takes over your face and he’s expecting you to yell, an apology already at his tongue, his eyes dipping for just a moment, catching the swell of your breasts, the lovely aroma of the cream you wear, your fingers that twitch ever so slightly as you grasp the shirt in your hand.

“Simeon?” You call, and he’s quick to dart his eyes back to meet yours- back to where they belong. “I appreciate you coming over, but could you-” you gesture your head towards the door- “you know, leave for a moment?” You smile at him, the shirt in your hands now fisted tightly.

“Ah, yes, of course.” He nods his head, trying painfully to grapes at his composure that is now slipping through his fingers. “I’m terribly sorry,” he mutters, exiting the door, the door clicking behind him.

Rather than sit there and wait, he glances at the door, knowing you’re behind it, your body untethered by cloth and bare. He leaves, his steps quick and quiet, walking away without so much as a goodbye. How could he possibly stay there? How could he look you in the eyes when he was so obviously staring at your body? How could he have done something so raw and primal of him- something that isn’t him.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on you while changing but- he bites his tongue, his face hot and an aching pain in stomach. There is no “buts” or ‘ifs’ or anything of the sort. He should have known to knock before he entered your room. He’s an angel, of course he should have knocked. It doesn’t matter if you two are close, it doesn’t excuse his action for being so forward. He was just so excited to go and see you, to gift you a treat sent from the Celestial Realm. Oh- the treat. It’s still in the bag, protected by a glass casing and covered with tissue papers that glitters under the light. He had forgotten to give it to you in his rush.

There’s no going back now, not when he saw you and had the audacity to even stare at you. He’s humiliated. His face burning and any breath that he has is taken from him, squeezed out of his body and forced out. He runs to the safety of his room, glad that no one seems to be home. He slams the door, his back pressed against the wood and when he closes his eyes, he can still see you- your body bare and nipples pert, your face holding a slight flush. He can see everything behind his eyes. The lock quickly snaps into place, his steps hurried as he walks toward the small table in his room.

He places the bag down on a table as he rests on the chair provided in his room. He leans back, the cushion soft underneath him. The wood is scratched at by his covered hands, his gaze focused on the wall. Simeon mumbles under his breath, an apology said to no one, his bottom lip teased by his teeth.

How could he possibly face you tomorrow? How could he do anything after what he just witnessed and did? He removes his gloves, dragging a free hand down his face, leaving the palm to cover his mouth. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches for it in the same second, half hoping and half dreading that it’ll be you.

It is.

You ask where he went. You even apologize, saying that you mustn’t have heard him.

He laughs bitterly. You apologize to him. He was the one who entered your room without permission, invaded your trust and yet, you were the one who was apologizing. He simply leaves the message on read, not knowing what to tell you. Would you believe him if he told you that he had felt sick? Probably not, but for his sake, you would have, he’s sure of it.

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes on the wall and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his body. Or rather an itch that he shouldn’t scratch at. Looking down only confirms his suspicion. He’s erect. Could it be from you? He sighs. What a silly question. Of course it is.

It’s wrong of him to even keep the image of you ingrained in his head. “Touch me, O Lord, and fill me with your light and your hope. Amen,” Simeon whispers under his breath, trying so desperately to keep his hands away from his erection. It pains him so, his body growing hotter by the second, sweat starting to bead and eyes watering at the tempting fate of actually touching himself to you. “Please Father,” he whispers, “grant me strength. I can’t- I am but a humble servant of yours. Please take away all these sinful thoughts.”

His chest trembles, his mouth dry and tongue thick. There’s a pressure against his stomach, his hands grip at his thighs, his head bowed and no matter what, you are just in his mind. Perhaps you’re the real sin, the real test in all of God’s Grand Plan. How is he supposed to be an angel when a human of all things is the one that is turning him to sin. The one being who has managed to ruin him, to unthread his wings and have him even think of reaching out to you and be selfish.

The unzipping of his zipper is loud, echoing in his ears, drowning out the holy blood that rushes inside of him. He lets out a sigh when his cock is free, the cool air in his room making contact with the hot flesh. When his hand wraps around himself, he lets out a sob. It’s filthy, but at the same time, it’s something that makes his mouth water and want more. You are the most beautiful sin, the one that he will risk everything for, for just a chance to touch you.

“Please forgive me,” he whispers. He’s unsure of who he’s speaking to. He doesn’t know if he’s asking father for forgiveness, unknowing if his message is reaching out, unknowing if he’s hidden from his light and his view; or if he’s apologizing to you, for walking in on you and now pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You are all that invades his mind, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the ridges underneath his fingertips pulsing with heat. You stand bare in front of him, your body soft and blemished with little scars and ridges. He tightens his grip, his teeth clenched and jaw starting to ache. He’s touched your hand before, felt how soft you are, how loving your touch can be and he can only wonder if you're still gentle in bed. If you’d play the act of the blushing virgin under him, if you’d whimper and buck your hips if he were to kiss at your neck and cup your sex under his hand. You allowed him to stare, even if it was for just a moment, you had reelected so calmly, smiling at him, acting as if he were your lover who had seen your body countless times before. You are molded under God’s light, given freedom and kissed with the gentle lips of God, birthed and given existence, your path defined only by you, and you’ve allowed him to see that. You had acted so calmly, telling him with a smile if he could excuse himself for a bit. It’s almost as if you were used to that sort of thing. He stops in his movements, his eyes wide and breaths coming out in uneven pants. You live with demons, you must be used to that. To have such devils enter unannounced and watch you strip yourselves from your clothes.

The thought fills him with fury, his lips curled and brows knitted together. Yet, his hand continues to pump at his cock. The ridges near his cockhead tingle under his thumb, his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly.

His thighs tense, the muscles in him pulled taut as his grip tightens. “Something so tainted shouldn’t be the thing to witness you,” he hisses through his teeth, brows furrowed and hips bucking. “It’s outrageous that they’re the ones you live with. Beings so full-” his voice cracks, his head dipping down- “full of sin, touching and dirtying you.” His cockhead leaks with pearly white semen, dripping off his cock in heavy, thick strands.

When he closes his eyes, he can imagine you, dressed in white, spread before him, pleading with him to be gentle- you’d be the blushing virgin, ready to take in God’s Grace and kiss lips so pure that you’ll whine against him. You’ll be under him, your fingers lost in your sex as you tell him that you’ve been waiting for this moment. His pace quickens, his eyes closed as he thinks as to how you’d feel. Your thighs plump and your walls tight around his cock, your sex pulsing under his touch. You’d kiss him and he'd return it. He lets out a cracked moan, his breath sharp and head thrown back.

Beside him, his phone rings. He gives a slight turn, his clean hand going to lift the phone. A deep frown settles on his burning face as he realizes what he’s done and to who he’s done it to. Your image fills his phone, a call from you. He clears his throat, and quickly accepts your call.

“Simeon!” You sound worried and the tugs at his heartstrings and further cements his guilt. “I was worried, you didn’t reply to me. Are you okay?”

“I-” his voice cracks, and with a deeper flush, he clears his throat. He wonders if you know what he just did. He wonders if you would figure out what he’s doing as he listens to your voice. “Ah! I’m sorry, I thought I had replied to you but it seems like I hadn’t. I- uh,” he bites on his lip, trying in vain to muffle his moan- “My mistake. I- I just, I needed to get something,” his voice strains at the last word. “I’ll be over shortly. I promise.”

“Simeon,” the way you call his name makes him tug harder at his cock, “if this is about what you saw, then it’s okay. I know you. You didn’t mean to.” You sound so sweet, trying to comfort him while he’s doing something so perverse. “Listen, if you want, we can forget that that happened and start new, okay?”

“Really?” he breathes out, already closer to his high. “I would appreciate that. I-” His nail grazes over a vein and he lets out a deep groan.

“Simeon, you okay?” You say hurriedly. “You sound hurt.”

“I just bumped into a table,” he laughs breathlessly, his phone pressed roughly into his ear. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” he mumbles. “I’ll be over shortly, my dear. Just wait a moment.”

He barely has a chance to hear you say goodbye before he ends the call. “Fuck,” he groans, snapping his mouth close and turning his head, sliding his hand up and down his cock. Clicking noises fill the room, his cock pulsing in his hand, feeling as if it were about to burst. So heavy and foreign in his hand, Simeon pushes past the thought of his own hand touching himself, and tries to imagine yours. He thinks of your voice, of how you said his name, rushed and high, calling out to him.

You’re this glowing thing, something so pure but also full of sin, so human and lovely for it. You’d be this thing he was able to touch, this person who would love him and beg for touch. Under his wing, you’d be protected, cared and loved. Tears brim his eyes, trailing down his cheeks in hot flashes, sparking and disappearing into nothing before they have the chance to wet his hand. He’s already so close, his stomach knotting together, and body beginning to shake. As he releases, his free hand covers his mouth, muffling his moans that are drenched in cries. His seed is thick, coating his hand and leaving him in burning ropes. He looks at his hand covered in semen and he wonders if you would have been so kind to lick it off of him, to treat him as if it were your finest meal. His cock twitches at the thought, dribbling out more semen onto the seat.

Simeon lays in his afterglow, taking deep, slow breaths, his palm open, his seed dripping onto the floor in syrupy strands. The tear tracks begin to dry, his eyes still watery and the image of his ceiling blurry. With a wince, he stands, and grabs at his soft cock, walking to the nightstand and pulling out tissues. It’s humiliating to cleanse himself, to dry off his semen and to wash his hands. He can’t touch you with his hand, with a hand that had sullied the image of you in his mind, that had gripped at his own cock and covered himself in seed. The semen comes off of him in rushed waves, slipping down the drain and leaving his hand wet and clean as if there was nothing there to begin with. In the mirror, he is greeted by his reflection- messy hair and flushed cheeks, tears in his eyes and puffy lips from being bitten by. He wonders if you’d recognize this dirtied version of an angel when he greeted you. He wonders if you’d still hold his hand that grasped his cock not too long ago. With another message from you, he grabs the sweet he was supposed to bring, giving a glance to the gloves that rest on the arm of the chair. With a sigh, he decides to leave them there, hoping to hold your hand and memorize the feel of it

[chaoticloveyshroom]

heyhey dear!! how are you?

after making sure your requests are open, I'd like to ask you a for one :)

so, may I ask you for a scenario (gn!reader if it's possible) with mitsuya and draken (separately) helping the reader when they see that they're getting too stressed for school? (ugh and you can choose, i love both platonically and romantically feelings :)

ofcc take ur time!! remember to take a rest as soon as u need it <3

thanks in advice!!<33

SJKWEJEBE IM GOOD IM ISOLATING BCZ MY BROTHER TESTED POS FOR COVID SO YEAH BUT ANYWAY ALR LETS DO THIS GN!Reader being comforted by Draken n Mitsuya after being stressed at school (fluffy and platonic) Mitsuya - He noticed you were looking tired and worried but didn’t want to push, so he just brought you food when he came to hang out with you - Will regularly break into your house to make you eat - If you ask him to help you with your homework, he will patiently sit with you and work through it - If you don’t understand it, he will try every different explanation until he finds one that makes sense to you and allows you to get it - Makes sure to get you outside for a bit  - Keeps an eye on you in gang meetings if you’re in Toman, to make sure you’re not so distracted that you accidentally pick a fight - Will strategically organise something for you to do like a spa or something fun when he has to fight so you’re distracted and don’t worry about him or try to follow - He’d sew a cosy hoodie for you to wear while you’re doing stuff to keep you comfy and feeling safe at home - Wouldn’t mind if you just turned up at his house to hang out/ask for help - His sisters love you - He’d joke that they’d rather have you as a sibling and they’d agree and he’d be all mock offended <3 - If you tell him how stressed you are he’d promise to help as much as he can and always be there to listen - He’d know what you need, whether it’s hugs, advice, a listening ear or just a simple distraction like going to the beach or something outside of school - He’s a sweetie Draken  - For some reason I feel like he’d be kinda dense picking up on it 💀 - Like he’d figure you’re worried about something but not realise its school bcz like have you seen that Chibi Reve episode?  - Manz only goes to school to wake Mikey up tbh - So he doesn’t rlly stress about school and wouldn’t make that connection for you - But when you admit you’re worried about all the work you have to do  - A lightbulb just turns on in his head - He’ll bring you water and food to make sure you’re not hungry or dehydrated - And he’d help with your work as much as he can - Just bcz he doesn’t really pay attention to school doesn’t mean he’s not smart and can do it when he wants to - If he doesn’t get it he’ll just google until he understands it and THEN try to help you - If you’ve been to his place before, he’d be chill with you just coming to hang out - The girls would lowkey come in and try to help in multiple ways - “Hey _____ need a massage?”  - Draken just yelling “NO-”  - But some of the girls might actually help with the work as well - If its something about how it makes you feel Draken would just tell you to bullshit it - “Teachers won’t know its random shit. Just bullshit it. They love that.” - Would regularly check up on you and make sure you’re getting what you need - He’s a big softie (Literally big, he’s ginormous.) This was fun thanks for your request :DD

[jellyluchi]

Celebrating Eid-al-adha with La Squadra

A/N: It's Eid today so I wanted to celebrate by making some HCs of reader having fun introducing their culture and religion to La Squadra! For those curoius, this is the second of the two Eids! Reblogs, feedback, and comments are much appreciate; I hope you enjoy!

—Warnigs: none

—Genre: fluff

All of them would love to know as much as they could about your culture!

Sorbet & Gelato:

When you became part of their relationship, they both delighted in enjoying your culture and being as domestic as they are, looked forward to celebrating Eid with you through cooking and decorating together

Sorbet gets kitchen duty and Gelato gets decoration. They make your sweet home smell and look absolutely perfect for the occasion!

Will make it very accommodating so that you're able to pray when you need and if you allow them may even join you

Risotto:

One thing good about Risotto during this particular Eid is that he's actually good butchering.

Don't ask where he learned it but he can actually find a space in your countryside home and a lamb or cow to sacrifice in your names.

If you request it, he's quite diligent in learning your cultural dishes, and he even may make fusion food between to mix in some of his Italian heritage

very patient in the way he lets you do henna on him and sits still s you both have matching henna tattoos

Prosciutto:

Given how he likes to plan, he's practically been prepping for this day since you first mentioned it

He might even get stressed if you only mention it a couple days before the actual event, he has so much preparation to do!!

And he will try to do it all by himself, the cooking, throwing a party, decoration, inviting guests, this is why he wanted time

This man lives to dress himself and others so he pipes up at the sound of traditional wear and wants to see you in it too, he'd love to be a fashionable couple together

Pesci:

Okay, he may not know how to butcher but he sure knows how to fish and that comes in handy for sure

Since he knows how to prepare fish and make various dishes with that, that becomes your main cuisine

Fear not, if you don't enjoy fish he can still cook amazing dishes, esp with lots of veggies

He's quite creative and can do some henna for you! And on himself too, if you give him some examples to follow

Ghaccio:

Similar to Prosciutto, he wants to prep very very ahead of time since he'd get stressed if anything goes out of line

Gets super flustered when you ask to do henna on him because you'd be touching his hands so much

He actually learned a lot of the prayers just for you so he could help you pray, he's very good at memorizing the surahs

He's a great taste test, when you're cooking he'll know exactly which ingredient is missing and how much

Formaggio:

Celebrations are part of his forte, if it's a party you want it's a party you'll get. He'll totally dance to all the traditional music.

He actually knows really good food places where you can cater from so that all your energy goes to throwing the party and not just making food

invites all his friends and family or as many people as he knows because he wants it to be a big celebration just for you

Takes a shit ton of pictures to keep them all as memories, especially when you come out wearing your Eid clothes

Illuso:

Even if he's not good at butchering himself, he can get a sacrifice to happen in the mirror world so u don't have to clean up

if you have trouble with styling your hair on Eid he's got you, his unending number of hair products comes in handy

Surprisingly loves henna a lot and allows you to give him lots of henna tattoos.

He's not the best cook but he does love helping you make sweets for the occasion

Melone:

He asks you so many questions about the entire celebration because he wants it to be exactly like how it was at home for you

Another amazing cook that will try his best to make the food taste just right you just have to worry about what dress you'd wear

If you're not sure what type of makeup you'd wanna do, he's great at giving advice on how your clothes can match

Also a henna tattoo enthusiast! He go so excited learning you can tattoo your legs with pretty designs as well

[spideyyroos]

are you kidding me - peter parker (soulmate!au) part 4

are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 4

pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you) word count: 969 requested?: yes! warnings: pure teenage angst, a brief mention of smexy themes if u squint, y/n having major commitment issues, sad baby peter a/n: i apologize for the wait! this chapter is highkey garbage but i’m really trying to get back into writing :( shoutout to my girls for helping motivate me ;-; [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

In the weeks following the patrolling incident, Y/N avoided Peter like the plague. To blame it on trust and abandonment issues, it would never be a fair fight when it comes to her justification. Although she would never admit it, witnessing Peter fall to pieces directly in front of her--half-expecting her to sew him back together--caused her to spiral. She figured, if she never allowed herself to show any vulnerability, Peter would never come to be disappointed with her. The last person she wanted any resentment from, aside from her own father, was Peter. Though this was to contradict their adversarial relationship, Y/N continuously held his opinions to a higher standard than anyone else. Although at this point of their complex relationship, there was truly nothing to hide. Whether it was against his, hers, or the universe’s will, either could hear each other’s thoughts, feel each other’s pain, and understand each other’s sentiments. Despite making it her life’s mission to prevent Peter from ever invading her mind palace, it was essentially impractical to avoid his presence at Midtown. As far as anyone knew, Y/N “Walters” and Peter Parker were “enemies attached at the hip.” Almost enrolled in every AP course possible, participating in the same extracurricular activities, even having the same lunch period made it damn near impossible. Making matters worse, Peter was constantly making an effort to make amends for their less-than-perfect past. Even if their insult guns were cocked and ready, neither party was ready for the cruel and empty words that were thrown at each other. As previously emphasized, the tension that the pair created in the atmosphere was almost overbearing at times. It came to a point in which their peers would create bets on when the “apparent sexual tension” would finally be released--the main perpetrator of such bets being Flash and (at her wit’s end) MJ. Desperately trying to push aside from their individual imperfections, Peter would corner her in the hallways, classrooms, and even her own bedroom to just simply apologize on his own behalf. But that goddamn Stark pride was a worldwide novelty. Y/N, keeping in mind that Peter had already torn into her massive ego, still held her head as high as she could. His criticism fell on deaf ears as she somehow wiggled her way out of every confrontation possible. In school, it was easy to play by the rules of their rivalry. She would always throw the same vicious cycle of signature Stark ™ remarks: “Oh, Pete-y baby, you wanna kiss?”; “Sorry Parker, I’m gonna have to give you blue balls--I have class right now!”; and other snarky comments of the same caliber. However, when it came to the complex--the visits that were few and far between--Peter genuinely had no clue as to exactly how Y/N could avoid him. Usually she would be more than prepared, calling out some sort of security protocol to FRIDAY that would usher him (rather aggressively) out of her room. Sometimes, out of the entire complex until Happy would unlock the door for him. Unfortunately for Peter, once was one too many times for Happy and soon Pepper became his doorwoman. Let it be noted that Peter is a fairly patient person, but when it came Y/N--she tested every nerve in his body. He was never sure why he always felt such animosity towards the Stark daughter, but he physically could not pull the reins on his competitive nature. Mind you, he purely disregarded looks and actual personality (which, trust, Y/N was overflowing in that department) to narrow in on her academic stance compared to his. Now, in the recent turn of events, Peter would take advantage of the rare moments where he could take in her beauty (natural or otherwise). Then, the sudden feeling of rejection would infiltrate any sort of daydream that could possibly gain traction when Y/N would rip herself from his mind. Demanding an obscene amount of space from him, Y/N locked herself away from him--deliberately eliminating any hopes of forgiveness and consolation in the near future. Peter currently sat in his small bedroom, spent from the day’s worth of school and patrolling. Thankful for the lack of crime within the day, he was sprawled on top of his twin-size mattress and still was attempting to catch his breath from the brief altercation he experienced before he finished patrolling for the afternoon. It was yet another attempted robbery, but it was somehow smaller than the encounter from a few weeks prior. Peter stared at his ceiling, trying to devise the best way to confront Y/N and otherwise figure out their soulmate connection.

Please don’t do this right now, Peter.

Wha--I wasn’t doing anything--

How do you repeatedly forget that I can hear you? Even if you think that you are dialing it down, it’s still loud and clear--constantly present in my mind.

Y/N continued as Peter did not respond.

Look, Peter, I want this to work out as much as the next person...but I honestly cannot find it in me to push aside everything that we’ve been through together. I don’t want to damage you, Peter. I don’t know how you are trying to go about this...I’ve always known you to be persistent with seeing the best in people, but I am, honest to God, the last person you should spare with optimism. So, if you really want to care about me, don’t try to talk to me, don’t look my way, and certainly don’t want to come to the compound. 

And, in one final sentence, Y/N shattered the last resort of their potential relationship.

I’m sorry, Peter, but I can’t do this.

Without a second to respond, Y/N cut herself out from Peter’s mind.

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[rieson]

Hii! I was wondering if u take request  👉👈 if u do (and don't mind) can u do a zoro x female reader with big chest but the episode 625 with momonosuke who is in reader chest all the time but doesn't bother her. If u dont want ur free to ignor this 😔.

hello !! sure, i'm currently still practicing for zoro at the moment so i apologize if he's ooc in some parts or another, i'll do my best. thank you for requesting <3

Pairing : Roronoa Zoro ✗ F!Reader

Genre : Fluff(?)

Content Warning : Strong Languange, Fem!Reader

Word Count : 724

─ momonosuke being a brat and tests zoro's patience and self control

"oi! that's my woman gtfo!"

WHEN i say it takes a lot to get under Zoro’s skin and make him irritated, it really takes A LOT (this doesn't apply to a certain perverted curly eyebrow cook).

Being Luffy’s first mate, Zoro’s used to all the stupid shit/stunts his strawhatted captain does, making him, if not, the most patient person ever (again, this doesnt apply to a certain blond cook in his crew).

Therefore, you have to either BE the perverted cook to make him super irritated, or you wake him up from his nap time hour.

But this was different.

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The thousand sunny go ship rocked calmly against the waves, the sound of seagulls cooing while flying in the sky in groups can be heard.

The strawhat crew, (and the heart pirates captain) has finally managed to get out of the Hell Hole, Punk Hazard and capture Caesar Clown.

Making their way to the next destination, Dressrosa.

It would’ve been a calm trip, but let's be real, it's the STRAWHAT crew. A place where a ‘calm atmosphere’ barely even exists. 

Zoro was doing his daily nap on the ship's deck, arms behind his head as he not-so-subtly snores.

You, on the other hand, was with Nami giving Momonosuke a tour of your awesome vessel !

In the library, you sat Momonosuke on your lap as you read one of the books you picked for him.

Your chin on his head, while the kid's back was lying comfortably on your chest.

“The Grand Line is the gigantic ocean current that circles around the planet, flowing from west to east. It follows an imaginary line that runs from north-west to south-east across the middle of the world and perpendicular to the Red Line, a vast ring-like continent that circles the globe from north-east to south-west.” You read to him.

Momonosuke nods eagerly in return, his head pressed to your chest, making it look like the kid was suffocating in your breasts.

“Reputed as the ‘pirate's graveyard’, the sea and the islands possess a vast number of unpredictable phenomena that are not seen anywhere else in the world─ Momo-chan? Are you okay?” You ask the way too enthusiastic 8 year old.

“Huh!?- Yea! I-I’m fine” He replies, looking delighted for some reason.

“Are you sure? Can you even breathe in the-”

The door to the library slams open, revealing a VERY angry looking green-haired swordsman, glaring daggers at Momonosuke.

“Zoro? Did something happen?-”

“Oi kid.” Zoro sternly spoke out.

Momonosuke visibly flinched at his tone and you caressed his cheek to calm him down.

That action of yours was greatly appreciated by Momonosuke, but greatly made your boyfriend more grumpy.

A smug smirk grew on Momonosuke’s face, that action stays unnoticed by you but noticed by the swordsman, making him, very much irritated at the 8 year old in your lap.

“What are you doing?” Zoro asked

“Reading with [Name]-san duh!” Momonosuke answered, squishing his head closer to your chest.

“Momo-chan?-” You started but conveniently got cutted off by your boyfriend.

“Kid, you better get off of there.”

“No!~”

“Brat.”

Momonosuke merely showed him a perverted grin in response.

Now THAT irked Zoro by a lot

Not only did that brat was taking advantage of sitting in your lap, he was being too smug for Zoro’s liking.

Afterall, your lap is HIS personal favorite napping spot, no one’s allowed to sit in there or put their head in there except Zoro.

Zoro liked using your chest as a pillow (not in a perverted way, its just a really comfortable pillow for him and gives him great naps) and seeing the little brat squishing his face onto you was making him want to put Momonosuke on his Number 1 Hit list.

“Oi. That's my woman, gtfo-”

“Momo-san! A feminime voice spoke out.

 “Come on! We’re going to show you the Aquarium Bar!” The voice, revealing to be Nami’s voice said.

“Ah! Okay ! Thank you [Name]-san, I’ll go to the aquarium bar now!” Momonosuke flashed a toothy grin at you, jumping off of your lap and heading towards the door.

Before he left, he sent Zoro yet another smug grin and zooms out of the library.

Zoro grunted, “That brat..”

“Aw.. Were you jealous?”

“No.”

“Your face tells otherwise.”

“Shut up and let me nap on your lap.”

“Pfft-! Alright, come here you big baby.

                                             end.

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[blu-joons]

DAD Day6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Dowoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He loved filling you with affection and attention more than anything else, the last thing he wanted to do was focus too much on your bump. Dowoon would always make sure to look at you or kiss you when he was around your bump too.

B ⇴ BUMP

Dowoon loved messing around with your bump, often deciding that it would be a good idea to use it as a drumkit. He loved to tap against your bump whenever he was laying beside it, usually prompting a good kick or two out of your baby too, letting the two of you know they could feel Dowoon and were enjoying what he was doing.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

When you had a particularly random craving you could always feel a slightly judgemental eye watching over you. Whilst Dowoon would never make you feel bad for craving something specific; he couldn’t help but often wonder what was going on in your head when you were eating foods that he knew that you usually hated.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Both of you had made a pact from almost the start of your pregnancy that you would talk about your due date as little as possible. Neither of you wanted to feel too much pressure with your due date constantly nearing a little bit closer, things would be organised at a pace that the two of you felt comfortable with more than anything else. If anyone did mention your due date, it would always be as quick a conversation as possible.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

He was very attentive to you, being able to pick up on your feelings and needs a lot by the look in your eyes. He prided himself on knowing you well at the best of times, but he put his heart and soul into taking are of you whilst you were pregnant so that you had as little to worry about as possible allowing you to stay focused on growing your little human rather than having to worry about the little things that you usually did.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Your families both knew from almost the very start of your relationship that it was only going to be a matter of time before you announced that you were starting a family, they very much knew that it was meant to be. All of them could tell that the two of you were forever, they were just anticipating. When it eventually came, they couldn’t have been happier for the two of you, even if they saw it coming right from the very start.

G ⇴ GENDER

There was no way that Dowoon was ever going to wait to find out whether he was having a boy or a girl, it was about the only thing that he put down on when it came to your pregnancy, whether you wanted to find out or not, Dowoon just didn’t have him in it to wait for months when the chance presented itself.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

The drummer in Dowoon couldn’t resist drumming along to the beat of your baby’s heart whenever he heard it. The beat would usually end up being something that would stick with him all the way to the studio, recording it as soon as he got in as something that he might end up using in a future song someday with the group.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

When you were going through a particularly tough time, whether it was insecurities, lack or sleep, or just worrying, Dowoon would always remind you that he loved you the most. He’d do whatever he could to try and boost your mood, but nothing made you smile more than knowing that he was always there for you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Being the youngest, he was certainly the victim of a few teasing jokes from the other members who couldn’t quite believe that he was about to become a dad. Dowoon, as ever, took it all in his stride, he knew that the others were only messing with him, he’d been through their jokes for long enough to know how to smile through it, and that they really joked because they wanted you both to know just how much they cared.

K ⇴ KICKS

If he was made to wait a particularly long time for a kick, Dowoon wouldn’t be afraid to drum against your bump in order to disturb your baby enough to encourage them to kick back. He refused to accept that sometimes your baby could be still, Dowoon loved to feel them wriggling about as often as he possibly could.

L ⇴ LABOUR

To begin with Dowoon was a little flustered as the reality set in that you were in labour, but once he’d zoned in and realised what was going in, you were his only concern. He was there for you from the very start until the very end, not once leaving your side. He talked to you constantly in the hope that it would distract you from the pain, that was after a polite request from the midwives to stop him singing first.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

There would always be a haze of confusion over Dowoon when he first woke up most mornings, but once he was in the room, instinct would carry him into the bathroom to be there for you, regardless of how many times you tried to push him away because he didn’t deserve to see you as such a mess first thing in the morning.

N ⇴ NURSERY

The eager side of Dowoon couldn’t help but throw himself into putting your nursery together, whilst it came with a few mistakes, eventually things turned out perfectly, and he was most definitely smug and proud of himself too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Dowoon was obsessed with your smile, he loved seeing that you were happy and enjoying your pregnancy more than anything else. He loved matching your smile or smiling wider than you, letting you know how happy he was too.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

It took a little while for Dowoon to give you some space after you gave birth, he was incredibly cautious that you would do too much too soon, he wanted to make sure that you knew you had time on your side. He was never going to rush you or push you into doing anything too soon, he was happy working at your pace, not his.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When he can tell that you’re a little quieter than usual, Dowoon will always check in with you. He knows sometimes your insecurities creep in on you, so he much prefers to ask how you are rather than leave you thinking alone.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Although Dowoon wanted for his child to follow their own dreams, he couldn’t stop himself from buying a few instruments for your baby for when they were old enough. He wasn’t going to force music onto your child, but a small part of him hoped that it would be the pathway that your child would choose to go down.

S ⇴ SCANS

He was always a little worried about missing someone out, so Dowoon always made sure to make up plenty of copies at home to give to everyone. Your families were very invested in your pregnancy, and your scans were the perfect chance to repay them for all of that and make sure that they all felt involved.

T ⇴ TEST

Taking a test at the time was a precaution for you both as you’d been feeling unwell, however what you thought would be a task to rule pregnancy out, ended up being a task that gave you the answers you’d been searching for.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

He always made sure to arrive very early to your appointments as a just in case, you’d be sat for well over an hour sometimes just to ease Dowoon’s mind that you’d miss out.

V ⇴ VISITS

Almost as soon as you got home from the hospital Dowoon was enquiring when you could ask people over, he couldn’t wait to have them round and introduce them to your little one that had stolen his heart.

W ⇴ WAITING

Dowoon was excited, he was calm and patient, but he was excited that the days that he enjoyed too would lead to something amazing for him too.

X ⇴ XXXX

He would often kiss all around your bump to try and make you feel confident, Dowoon knew that your bump was something that often left you feeling a little low, so he’d always pay close attention to that spot particularly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were each other’s rocks, you needed each other a lot more than either of you really knew.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He would be focused on calming your bump most nights, whether it would be by holding your bump or tapping against it, he would never be able to rest until he was sure that your baby was giving you the chance to rest too.

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Masterlist

[crispychrissy]

Connected - Part 4

Summary: Dr. Austin's theory is put to the test, and she shows Tony, Bucky, and Steve the woman behind the mystery. Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2976 Warnings: Angst, medical stuff, stretching the medical science behind the super soldier serum, discussion of Bucky's previous trauma & a mention of the horrible things the Nazi's did A/N: I apologize for the late posting, I fell asleep so hard last night I didn't have a chance to queue this, and then I was out all day (good 14 hours out and about) so I am just now able to post the new chapter since I'm home now. As I mentioned in a prior post, I no longer have a forever taglist, but I will still tag series specific people if they request. You can also follow this story & others on my Ao3 as well. The series was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy! Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged in the series. :)

Series Masterlist – Marvel Masterlist

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Bucky made a quick call to Shuri who, after a thorough interrogation as to why he was asking, assured him his arm would not be affected by the magnets of an MRI machine. So now, Bucky was laying down on his back inside the machine and staring at the small glass covered camera embedded in the inside curve of the plastic above him.

“Stop staring at the camera, Barnes, you’re giving off some crazy resting murder face right now,” Tony’s staticky voice came through the pair of disposable earbuds he was wearing to protect his hearing from the noise of the scan. “Might sell these scans to Ripley’s Believe It or Not. You actually do have something going on in that head of yours.”

“As much as I know you want to answer, Sergeant Barnes, please do not speak or move,” Dr. Austin’s voice came through after what sounded like a small scuffle for the microphone.

Bucky blinked several times in an unnatural yet controlled fashion, and when he heard Steve’s laughter coming through the earbuds, he had to fight the urge to smile, knowing Steve got the message he blinked out in Morse code.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U T-O-N-Y

The scan was over almost a half an hour later, and Bucky couldn’t hide his exhale of relief once the table began to slide out of the massive scanner. Confined spaces still made his skin crawl and flash back to the cryo tube he was kept in, but the MRI was surprisingly open in design and not like the ones he usually remembered seeing in hospitals. When he brought it up to Dr. Austin on their way back to her office, she smiled at him and explained most of the soldiers they treat have PTSD and claustrophobia, so an open MRI design was necessary for the comfort of the patients she treats.

It made sense, and when they entered her office and Bucky’s stomach growled for the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes, she tossed him the orange he’d been eyeing earlier before taking a seat at her desk and flipping open her laptop.

“Normally we have to wait for the images to be reviewed by a radiologist, but I’m well versed in how to read brain scans,” Dr. Austin explained, clicking a few times before leaning forward to study the screen. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” Bucky asked, using his teeth to bite a chunk of the orange’s peel off since his right hand didn't have nails long enough, and his left didn’t have nails at all. Once he could see the flesh of the orange underneath, he slid his flesh finger under the remaining peel and began to remove it in large pieces, trying to avoid getting sticky juice on his metal hand.

Dr. Austin spun her laptop around to show Bucky the image on her screen. It was a scan of his head, he could tell that, but the mess of swirling bright colors on the inside where his brain was made his eyes hurt. There were bright greens and blues swirled with more vibrant reds and pinks dancing around inside the image. “This is your brain.”

“Looks more like those posters… the ‘this is your brain on drugs’ pictures if they were made in the sixties, Doc,” Tony said. “I’m guessing it’s not supposed to look like that?”

“No. There’s so much brain activity that it’s likely what’s been burning through your energy and why you’ve been hungry all the time,” Dr. Austin explained. “Any type of brain activity, including emotions and problem solving, requires energy, whether it’s planning a complex strategy of attack for a mission or a simple math problem or crying at a sad part in a movie. Overworking the mind usually leads to tiredness, which leads to sleep, naturally refreshing those energy reserves. Most humans don’t expend enough energy, even when the brain is very active, to require major replenishment. Take Mr. Stark for example.”

Tony looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes, you’re a very intelligent man, and I’m guessing that when you’re elbow deep in your inventions or developing something, you don’t sleep and will go days without rest… so you find you get somewhat hungry at random times, right?” Dr. Austin asked.

“Well, yeah, I usually keep snacks around the lab that I nibble on so I don’t have to leave to make an actual meal. It ruins the momentum,” Tony said, confusion in his voice. “Pep’s found me passed out over the kitchen counter halfway through making a sandwich.

“Your body shut down and went to sleep before you were even able to replenish that energy via food since sleep is more efficient. So, that is a normal human mind.” Tony opened his mouth to protest, when Dr. Austin rolled her eyes and switched analogies. “Fine, that’s a standard engine, if you will, that can easily be refueled by a small energy source for a limited amount of time before it needs to be shut down and rebooted,” Dr. Austin said, slowly twirling her right pointer finger in a circle.

“Alright, I’m following you so far.” Tony’s head was slightly moving along with the circular rotation of her finger.

“Now, in the case of our super soldiers here, imagine that engine, but amplified almost five hundred percent,” Dr. Austin began to rotate her finger faster and faster until it was a blur of movement. “The need for sleep is suppressed by the serum, since alertness is crucial in combat, so that reboot requirement is easier to put off. In order to keep this kind of engine going at the same speed and level of activity for prolonged periods, it would burn through a small snack, or a small source of energy, too quickly and would signal the driver of the car, if you will, that it needed more.”

“So you’re saying that something is making Bucky’s brain so active, and he’s burning through so much energy, that it’s manifesting as hunger to make sure he keeps up with what’s being expended?” Steve asked, his mouth slightly open in shock. “I mean, I always remember being hungry after mission strategy and planning meetings, but I just assumed it was because I was bored or had skipped a meal.”

Dr. Austin shook her head. “Nope. You were using your brain in overdrive, doing quick calculations and mission scenarios in your head to find the best possible plan of action, much faster than any normal human brain would be able to calculate. It makes you an excellent strategist, but that kind of brain power burns a lot of energy.”

Bucky snorted in disbelief and leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “It makes sense. I was a good sniper when I was first in the Army during the war, but after Zola… after he injected me with that bastardized version of the serum… I could calculate trajectory angles and wind velocities and distances in my head in seconds, didn’t have to write them out to do the calculations. Didn’t even need a spotter anymore.”

Dr. Austin nodded. “Exactly. The serum allowed you extra mental acuity at the expense of more energy consumption.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Bucky’s brain is lit up like a psychedelic Christmas tree,” Tony said, gesturing to the laptop image. “Barnes obviously isn’t doing any kind of advanced calculus in his head right now.” Tony looked at Bucky. “You’re not right?” Bucky shook his head and Tony continued, “so why is his brain so active?”

“And that leads me to my theory about Y/N,” Dr. Austin said, standing up from her chair. “Follow me, gentlemen. And Sergeant Barnes,” he looked over and raised a brow as he trailed after her into the hallway, “please let me know if you feel any increased feelings of hunger or exhaustion. The effects might come on quickly, so please let me know if, or when, you feel anything.”

Bucky nodded, and looked over to where Steve was walking to his right. Thanks to their childhood friendship, Steve could always see anxiety and nervousness in Bucky even when he tried to hide it, like when he saw Bucky off the morning he shipped off to Europe. Bucky kept his face stoic, but when Steve hugged him goodbye, Bucky was practically trembling under the Army-hardened mask he had worn then.

Steve reached over and clasped a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze of reassurance.

The doctor led them down several hallways, until they reached another wing of the military hospital which held secure patient rooms that could be locked down if necessary, whether due to outbursts of violence due to psychological issues from recovering soldiers or to hold prisoners who had been injured and needed medical intervention. Dr. Austin stopped in front of a room at the end of the hallway and gestured to the one-way mirror in front of her.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N Y/L/N.”

The three men stepped closer and looked into the room, all eyes frozen on the figure sitting upright in the hospital bed. Y/N had shoved herself in the farthest possible corner of the bed, her knees tucked under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. The photo in her file, and even the video of her they’d seen looked nothing like the woman before them. She looked almost emaciated, her skin a sickly pale that was almost translucent, and her stringy grease matted hair twitched slightly as her body trembled.

“Jesus,” Steve breathed. “She… she looks like those prisoners… the ones—”

Bucky swallowed and nodded. “From Natzweiler, yeah, I remember.” Bucky took a deep breath, fighting against the telltale tingle in his mind of a long since forgotten memory beginning to rise up like a wave. “Doc… is she eating?”

“She was when she first got here, but only if the food was left for her after she passed out from exhaustion,” Dr. Austin explained. “Now, ever since things have escalated, she rips out her IV’s, pulls out NG tubes, and refuses any food we bring her. I’m not going to sedate her just because it’ll make it easier to feed her, we haven’t reached that level of intervention yet, but we’re getting close. She told one of our staff yesterday, in Russian, that she was not going to eat any of our poisoned food, that she wasn’t some kind of lab experiment and that we were animals for not just shooting her in the head to get it over with.”

All of the air in Bucky’s lungs came out in one hard breath like he’d been punched in the chest, and he had to brace himself against the windowsill to keep his knees from buckling. “Fuck.”

“Bucky?” Steve gasped at Bucky’s sudden weakness, grabbing onto his friend’s arm and placing a gentle hand on his back. ”What? Are you feeling the stuff Dr. Austin mentioned?”

Bucky grit his teeth and closed his eyes at the onslaught of memory fragments bombarding him. “No, I’m… I don’t know, maybe? I just… she’s…” Bucky’s thoughts were so jumbled he could barely form a coherent sentence, even in his head. He made a choked off noise that sounded more like a sob before he lifted his head to look at Y/N. “She’s reliving my captivity with Hydra. This… this was after I was transferred from the facility the Russians held me in after they found me to the one where Zola did his experiments. They were, umm, they were testing the limits of the serum, trying to figure out what I could survive.”

Steve’s face dropped and he took a sharp breath in. Bucky’s captivity and torture was not something he talked about often outside his therapy sessions. Steve only knew a handful of stories, ones that had come directly from Bucky’s mouth, and even then they were very hard stories for him to tell—lots of starting and stopping, frequent breaks, and plenty of tears. But here, with two extra people with him, and one being a stranger?

“Buck, you don’t have to talk about it,” Steve whispered.

“No, I need… she said exactly what I said to the guards who brought me food one day.” Bucky swallowed hard, flexing his fingers against the painted metal of the windowsill, the cold against his flesh hand grounding him. “They were testing different poisons and how the serum would fight it off… arsenic, ricin, even different kinds of snake and spider venom. I had seizures, strokes, and my heart stopped so many times I lost count.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony murmured, leaning against the wall behind them, his face a few shades paler than it was ten minutes ago. “Y/N is reliving your memories, reliving your life.”

“We need to find a way to pull her out of this,” Bucky said, straightening up with determination even though his bones felt like liquid and his mind was full of numbing static. If Y/N was reliving his life, even if it didn’t seem like the moments were in order, he knew it was only a matter of time until she would experience how the Winter Soldier was born, how he was forged, and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

Dr. Austin nodded and looked back at her patient through the glass. “If my theory is correct, which I believe it is based on your shared memories and brain scans, Y/N’s mind has somehow melded with yours. And your memories, powered by your mind’s energy, have somehow taken over hers, suppressing her personality completely. I don’t know if it was some kind of dormant mutant ability that was activated by the trauma of her captivity and torture, or something else… but there is obviously some kind of link between the two of you that we don’t have the technology to test for and verify. You’re essentially feeding her your memories, which is why your brain is lit up like that and why you’re expending so much energy.”

“It’s like she’s stuck inside one of Stark’s virtual reality headsets and can’t take it off, experiencing everything I went through while my brain keeps playing her different…” Bucky trailed off and his eyes widened before his head snapped to look at Y/N through the glass.

In a flash of movement, Bucky grabbed Dr. Austin’s ID badge from where it was clipped onto her white coat and darted for the door to Y/N’s room, scanning the badge so the door opened with a green light and soft click. Bucky, ignoring the shouts of his name and hands trying to grab at him to pull him back, opened the door and shut it firmly behind him, engaging the door’s auto-lock safety feature that he knows secure wings of hospitals have. The group outside would need to find another ID badge to get in, which would buy him some time.

Y/N’s wide and terrified eyes settled on him, and she tilted her head in an almost confused dog-like fashion, her eyes softening with an air of familiarity. Bucky could feel the hunger gnawing at his stomach turn into sharp cramps that almost made him double over, and there was a soft circle of darkness starting to creep in around his vision.

Bucky took three large steps forward, and even though she flinched away at his sudden movement, Y/N didn’t scramble away to try and avoid his hands as he lifted them. Her weary bloodshot eyes were full of unshed tears, and the closer Bucky’s hands got to her face, the more she began to tremble.

“You’re safe,” he whispered to her in Russian, before repeating the same sentiment in English.

The moment his fingers, both flesh and metal, touched the skin on either side of her face, it felt like he was on the wrong side of an attack from Thor’s hammer. Whatever weakness and hunger he’d been feeling was burned out of his body at the sheer shock cascading through his entire being. It didn’t hurt, but it was bordering on wildly uncomfortable, and Bucky was afraid he’d never be able to let go, his hands stuck to Y/N like a magnet.

There was something different passing between them, more than what touch alone could provide. Trying to understand everything that was happening was overwhelming, but when Bucky focused, he could almost feel Y/N inside his mind, like another whisper of a presence, a ghost in his consciousness. When he reached out in his head for her where he’d felt the ghost of her presence, he was assaulted with bursts of memories he knew were not his own, images of unfamiliar people, places, and things flashing in his mind like photographs. Bucky's curiosity was almost childlike, awestruck and trying to understand what his brain was comprehending, sorting through what Y/N was showing him.

The more information Bucky absorbed, the darker each memory became until it felt like he was wading through molasses, each image being harder and harder to move past. A hoarse whisper of “No” echoed in his mind, and Bucky couldn’t tell if it was his own voice or Y/N’s.

A solid arm wrapped around Bucky’s middle, one much more firm than human flesh would be, and pulled him backward until his hands dropped from Y/N’s face, breaking whatever connection had refused to release him when he’d touched her. Reality came rushing back, and the room and people around him flashed into existence, the change in environment and sound disorienting him and leaving him panting for breath, his knees wobbling.

“She…” Bucky looked over at Y/N, who was just as distressed, and watched her collapse onto the bed, unconscious, before his vision blacked out and darkness took him as well.

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Is it alright to ask for rook headcanons where he's teaching his and s/o's lil daughter archery? He can be at the older age ofc! [I hope I requested correctly and parent hqs are fine w u!!♡]

(I love parent headcanons!)

Rook Hunt: 

Rook is a thankfully patient and understanding teacher, able to tell what teaching style suited your daughter best. She was much like him in that she enjoyed a more hands-on approach and, after stressing about safety measures to assure she wouldn’t get hurt while practicing her archery (per your request, he didn’t seem particularly worried), he allowed her to fire off a few arrows to give her a feel for what she’d been doing. It brought a tear to his eye to see his own child taking after him and he promises to be the best possible teacher she could ask for. 

He’s the proudest father in the world when she manages to hit the center of the target but there is evermore challenges to overcome, teasingly asking if she’s ready for the moving targets now. Your daughter had never been one to turn down a challenge and accepts her fathers words with vigor, nodding her head and demanding he put them up now so she could test her skills out. Rook is a bit surprised but supposed he shouldn’t be as he had seen how full of passion she was for the art of archery when he first used his bow in front of her. 

It soon became the only thing she could talk about and though your daughter might not have an interest in hunting down animals and hurting them, she does like to test her stealth skills as it makes more sense if she’s to use a bow against her foes. A bow combined with magic would certainly be a force to be reckoned with and you can tell how excited Rook is to see how she’ll flourish as she grows older, telling you that even if she left behind the bow they’d always have the beautiful memories of him teaching her. 

[robinofinashiro]

- request from anonymous: “can you do a yandere alphabet for izuku with a quirkless s/o. cuz we need some broccoli loving out here lmaoo.”

- note: please remember that I don’t write NSFW for minors so if that’s what anyone was looking for in any of the alphabets, I’m sorry to disappoint and look forward to that for the adults that maybe requested. 

- pairing: yandere! midoriya izuku x fem! reader

- request status: closed

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Midoriya would be all over you. constantly. he’s a very clingy and delusional yandere that would not see anything wrong with the way he’s acting with you. he’d be constantly holding your hand, snuggling you, and telling you how much he loves you.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

if he had to kill someone because he felt as though someone was taking you away from him, he would. he would go to the ends of the earth to have you and he doesn’t care what it takes. he’d do it all. risk his hero career and all.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

he would mock them without realizing it. Midoriya would tell their darling all about their day and how many people he saved throughout the his shift without realizing that his darling has been longing for human interaction. 

D - Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Midoriya just wants love. he obviously had familial love because of his mother but considering Midoriya is apart of the #Daddyissues squad, he never knew what it was like to have a father figure so that’s what brings him to just want constant affection from his darling. 

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

midoriya would lay his entire heart out to them. he would tell them of the days he had with Bakugou, the day he got his quirk, all of it. he wants his darling to know everything that had happened to him in his part and he wants the same thing from them. 

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

he would be so upset. midoriya wouldn’t understand why his darling was acting that way. he was just trying to love you and you were denying him of that! he would start crying those tears that he used to have as a child as a way to get you to stop what is it you’re doing.

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

midoriya doesn’t like it at all. he doesn’t think that him loving you or him kidnapping you is some kind of game. he would go through all of the stages from grief if you tried to leave him. he literally would go into a deep state of mental issues if he saw you trying to escape.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Midoriya’s clingyness. the fact that once he got home, he couldn’t shake them off. literally he wouldn’t let them get up for whatever reason and if his darling tried to use the bathroom or even get something from upstairs, he would go with them. 

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he wants all of the things he didn’t have growing up so basically becoming a father. he wants to do dad things with his kids. take them to a park, go to sporting events, teach them how to develop and control their quirk. 

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

oh fuck yeah Midoriya does. he doesn’t lash out at you in any way but he does towards the other person. the person could literally be asking you for directions with their partner standing next to them and Midoriya would think that they were trying to get with you.

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

see letter A. 

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he would TRY to attempt to court you but that flops immediately. he couldn’t stand to see you talking with other guys so as soon as he saw you, he would literally only give himself days before he kidnaps you or even starts to make plans for it.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Midoriya acts completely different in the sense that no one would realize how crazy obsessed he is with his darling. to the common eye, they wouldn’t realized that he literally had you trapped with him because they just think the two of you are constantly in that puppy love stage. 

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Midoriya tries not to punish you. he really only uses it as a last resort because he’d rather try and talk it out with you rather than using mental or physical punishment on their darling. but when he does, it’s truly a fucked up experience. he would make them go essentially insane bc of the mind games he plays on them.

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

he’d try to give them some kind of rights. he totally lets you watch television or read books but if he allows you social media, he would have to watch what you were posting and seeing. he lets you see your family but only on his time and for certain hours. 

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

very patient! he could literally have you fighting him in the middle of your living room, quirks and all, and he still wouldn’t try and punish you. he would try to justify it all and see that you did it for some other reason. so yeah, you got lucky. 

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

midoriya is CRUSHED. he would probably pass away himself. he can’t live without you and he knows that there is no one just like you so since he couldn’t find a replacement, he would literally just end it all bc he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. 

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Midoriya?? never. what he sees himself doing is absolutely okay in his eyes. he doesn’t see him kidnapping you as a wrong. he justified it in his head already so he would never feel guilty about it. 

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

See letter D

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he gets almost emotionally scarred over it. he doesn’t understand why you’re doing all of that. he isn’t hurting you. he isn’t punishing you. all he’s doing is keeping you away from the villain infested world. why are you doing all that?? 

U -Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

outside of the whole no punishment thing, probably not. he’s very protective and clingy to you so he’s more worried abt giving you affection and wanting to show you that he means no harm.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

honestly, Midoriya doesn’t have many. everyone sees him as this soft yandere but midoriya doesn’t have a lot of weaknesses that he shows you. it would be unlike him to show you the bad parts of him so you don’t get any ideas. 

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

see previous answers. 

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

you are midoriya’s god. he worships the ground you walk on. he would go to VARIOUS lengths to worship you. literally don’t test him on that bc he is one of the more delusional if not the most delusional so he sees what he’s doing as normal.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

see previous answers.

Z - Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

mentally, kinda? physically no. 

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

dx: a Ticking Clock [AU]

Masterlists: [Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd] [Love & Scotch Crossover]

– – – Characters: Alex, Thomas Hunt, Ethan Ramsey, Ellie Shephard (OH: MC), Naveen Banerji, Baz Mirani, Zaid + other OH characters mentioned Prompt: fear @choicesoctoberchallenge2020 Word Count: +/- 1,400

TW: character death mentioned (same warnings as would apply to OH2 CH11)

Series Background: This takes place in my Hollywood U AU. Alex and Thomas are engaged. Ethan is an old friend whom the couple reconnected with recently. Alex is the biggest shipper of Ethan and Ellie(MC), and is thrilled Ethan finally took  her advice to do something about his feelings

Chapter Background: This takes place after Two Words (Thomas and Alex come to Boston to offer assistance during the crisis and support their friends) and at the same time as Never Let Go (Ethan spends the night with Ellie in quarantine)

Catch up on Love and Scotch

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The hallway hummed with the murmur of the doctors collaborating with only one goal in mind—saving Ellie and Rafael. The diagnostic’s office had become overrun with the number of hands that offered assistance. The conversations quickly became a cacophonous ruckus rather than a productive dialogue of possible solutions. They decided to split into groups, in the hope of exploring more ideas in less time by allowing greater opportunities for everyone’s ideas to be shared and tested. Naveen headed the team that remained in Ethan’s office. Tobias led the team stationed in the conference room. Both groups worked diligently, knowing that time was of the essence and a wasted minute could be all that stood in the way of saving their friends’ lives. 

It hadn’t taken Alex long to discover Ethan’s hidden stash of coffee and his secret espresso machine. She caught a whiff of the rich, but subtle notes of the premium blend tucked in the bottom drawer of a cabinet while tidying papers on his desk.

“We don’t touch that,” Baz noted, leaning against the bookshelf behind her. “Ethan doesn’t let anyone touch it. He will tell you he is a connoisseur and no one quite grasps the delicacies needed. He’ll trust us with patients but not his espresso machine.”

A smile played on her lips, the machine buzzed to life under her skilled touch. “Ethan may think he knows coffee, but it’s kind of my thing.”

“On your head be it.” Baz breathed out a soft, skeptical laugh. “When this is over, I’d quite like to see his reaction to you informing him he is not as wise to his coffee as he believes.”

Alex worked her magic setting the machine up and readying it for her first request. “Something like ‘you know nothing, Ethan Ramsey’.”

His hearty laugh overtook the somber tone of the room, even if just for the two of them. "Except, he really would know nothing because that reference would go over his head.”

“True! Anyway, I’m sure he won’t mind. After all, it’s for Ellie—” The words slipped out of her lips in a tone she worried said too much. “What I meant is, I’m sure he’d want his team to be well cared for and fueled to assist any member of the team that could find themselves in mortal peril. For the EMT too. And anyone, not just Ellie,” she rambled trying to cover up for any slip that may have occurred.

“It’s okay, I know.”

“You know?” The last part of the word lingered as Alex dragged it out questioningly.

“I know.” He nodded, quirking a brow at her.

“You know, as in you know?” Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed on him knowingly. 

“I know,” he reasserted, grinning proudly. 

“Do they know?”

“Ellie might. Ethan doesn’t.”

“How?”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “How can you not notice? They haven’t exactly mastered the subtleties of being in a secret relationship.”

“By they, you mean Ethan?” Alex grinned to herself. The first round of espresso shots began to drip, filling the office with a warm, inviting scent.

“It’s like you’ve met him!” He teased, the two of them giggled in the corner like schoolgirls sharing a juicy secret.

“I like you, Baz,” Alex decided. “So if Ethan throws a tantrum about me using his coffee machine, I won’t even blame you,” she teased. “Maybe your brother though.”

“As long as I’m there when you tell him.”

“Deal. Now, what can I make you?”

Ethan’s precious supply of premium beans dwindled as the hours passed, Alex kept everyone caffeinated and alert, while Hunt brought food and water to the weary doctors. With each glance to the ticking clock, the lines of worry etched on their tired faces grew deeper. 

***

Hunt’s hand clasped on the older doctor’s shoulders, jerking him to attention and pulling him from his thoughts. “You need rest, Naveen.” 

“I will when we’ve solved this puzzle.” His weary eyes fell once more to the research and medical charts scattered on the table in front of him.

“At least take a walk to clear your head,” Hunt suggested.

He shook his head side to side in contemplation. “I can’t. Not until I have an answer. Not until they’re safe.”

“Naveen, no one will fault you for taking a break. Everyone else has.”

“I will,” he insisted. “But not yet. If something were to happen while I was gone or if we were ten minutes too late because I took a break…” His voice quivered, unable to finish the thought as dread twisted in his gut. The color drained from his face at the possibility of them being too late. 

Hunt nodded in understanding, knowing there was nothing he could do to comfort the man before him.

“Not just because Ellie saved my life last year,” he lowered his voice, keeping the next part between them. “I don’t have any children, I have Ethan. He may yet think that love is a weakness, but it’s not. Whether he’s ready to admit to it or not, he needs her. I don’t know if he could survive losing her.”

“I know what you mean.” Hunt’s gaze fell to Alex busy across the room. “There are some people we’ll go to any length to save, no matter the cost.” His hand found Naveen’s shoulder again, offering a consoling gesture. “If there’s anything I can do.”

***

Ethan’s gloved hand glossed over her tousled, sweat-coated hair, being careful not to wake her. She had finally let sleep overtake her not too long ago, though he didn’t dare join her. Fighting his own exhaustion, he kept a steady gaze on the monitors ensuring no sudden decline in her vitals. 

Alex watched for a few moments, giving him time with her. Her eyes misted over; she’d never seen him so tender before. She recognized that look on his face, if only Ellie could see him now. Luckily for him, the entirety of the hospital was too busy determining a cure that they would be oblivious to the obvious connection between the two doctors in the room before her. 

Her finger lingered on the intercom button for what felt like an eternity. She spoke softly, “Can I get you anything?”

Ethan’s blue eyes shimmered like the glassy surface of the cool ocean. “Anything yet?”

She shook her head side to side. “Sorry.”

He gently rested the plastic shield of his protective suit against the top of her head. His lips pressed against the clear surface. “Hold on just a little bit longer, Ellie.”

Alex sniffled, the pads of her fingers collecting the tears before they could fall. She needed to be brave for him. 

Ethan shifted, inching away from her. “Will you stay with her? I can’t ask you to come in even with protection, but just stay there and let me know the minute she wakes or if any of her vitals change. I know a nurse can do it, but I’d rather it be you.”

“Of course, Ethan. Whatever you need. What will you be doing?”

His fingers hovered once more over her, tracing the length of her arm. “Finding a way to save her.”

“I’m proud of you,” she whispered, as he began the procedure to leave quarantine without spreading the contaminant. 

“What for?”

“You took a chance.”

His tone was harsher, “look how that turned out.”

“This is just a chapter, I can’t believe it’s the end,” she offered, glancing back to Ellie sleeping soundly. “Take the advice you gave her. ‘Just hold on a little bit longer’, you’ll save her. I have to believe it.”

Ethan offered a curt nod, leaving in silence, pausing only for a moment to glance back to Ellie lying helplessly in the small hospital bed.

Alex focused on the steady pulse of the monitors, watching and listening for even the slightest shift in the information. Her hand rested over her phone in her pocket ready to call Ethan within seconds if needed. 

Hunt’s arms snaked around her from behind, causing her body to shake at the unexpected contact. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” Alex leaned into her fiancé, letting the warmth of his embrace calm her racing mind.

“How are you holding up?” His beard tingled against her skin as he brushed a kiss on her cheek.

She spun quickly, wrapping her arms around him. She leaned up on her tiptoes to bury her face in the crook of his neck. 

“I know.” His fingers combed through her dark hair. She didn’t need to say what was on her mind, he knew the weight of what was troubling her. “Just have faith in them. He’ll find a way, I know he will.”

“How can you be so sure?” Alex sniffled into his shirt collar.

“Because he loves her.”

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