#glad it's oka though..

[daybr43ks-lam8]

y..you have kitties!! Oh my I should've asked before I brought Yew over.. I have a cat myself.

So you live here too, Nine? Are there other's?

i live here, pops lives here.. N lives here too, its just rlly quiet but u might seem them around :)) theyre super nice tho .v1

oh and my cats live here too!! lily and peach :3 .v1

[elihermit]

Evan Buckley x female reader

His girlfriend gets into a car crash and he has to try and save her, he goes to the hospital with her and waits by her bedside for her to wake up. She ends up being paralysed from the waist down and when she wakes up and finds out she struggles to cope with it, she has physical therapy to try to regain her strength but she gets upset so buck tries to comfort her and helps her through it, when they get out of hospital he knows this is their new normal and he is positive and tries to support her. Please include lots of angst and fluff 🥹🫶 thank you xx

eternal sunshine

pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: After a serious car crash, your lower body is paralyzed. You find it very hard to cope with, but Buck is not going to give up on you. Can you accept it?

word count: 2,4k

author’s note: thanks to an anon for this request, that’s a very special fic indeed, I hope you like it!

p.s. requests are open🫧

“(Y/N), I need you to stay awake. Please try for me, darling.” — you can hear Hen's voice, but it sounds like an echo. It's hard for you to stay conscious, you're gathering all your strength not to fall asleep, even though it sounds very tempting.

“Hen, I don’t feel my legs.” — panic rises in your throat, you feel sick. “Where’s Buck?”

Buck didn't have a shift today, but you were glad that familiar faces came to your rescue. You could trust them and not be afraid if something went wrong.

“We already called him, (Y/N), he’s on his way.” — at the same time, they took you out of that damn car and put you on a stretcher. You still couldn't feel your legs, but honestly, you couldn't feel your whole body. You were so afraid that fear paralyzed you. It’s probably normal.

You were carried to the ambulance, you felt that a couple more minutes and you would pass out. But you need to at least wait for Buck, he'll be so worried if he finds you unconscious.

“(Y/N)!” — you heard Buck's worried voice and felt his touch on your arm. He made it.

“Hey baby, I’m oka-“ — you couldn't finish the sentence, fatigue and fear took over and you blacked out.

You open your eyes already in the hospital. The bright light blinds your eyes and makes your head hurt even more. You didn't know how long you were lying like that, but your body was very numb.

“Hi, my love, welcome back.” — you hear Buck’s voice and turn your head in his direction. He's smiling at you, but his red and puffy eyes said he was crying.

You smile back at him and take his hand. You're just glad that it's finally over and you can recover. You close your eyes for a couple of seconds and exhale. You got out of this alive.

You open your eyes and the smile leaves your lips. You try to move your legs, but nothing works, you don't feel the whole lower part of your body. Panic engulfs your lungs and you start breathing faster.

“Buck, I can’t move my legs.” — your voice breaks and tears fill your eyes. You knew it was a bad sign when you were still at the scene of the accident.

“Shh, baby, you’re fine, breathe with me.” — Buck looks at you with a smile and tries to calm you down.

“I don’t need to breathe, tell me what’s going on.”

He looks at you and goes silent. He had hundreds of scenarios in his head about how he would tell you about it, but seeing how scared and confused you are, he just can't pronounce these words. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

But you didn't need to hear any words, everything was written on his face and it hurt more than any physical pain. A cry came out of your mouth. A terrible cry that turned into a scream. All the pain and all the resentment against yourself for getting in the car that damn day was reflected in this crying. Your whole body was shaking from how much you were crying. You were screaming. Buck pulled you into his arms and just held you. He's never seen you so lost and devastated, but he kept saying you weren't alone.

“Buck, what am I going to do? What are we going to do?” — you were able to tell between sobs.

You felt like you were suffocating and it was all becoming hysterical. Nothing will be the same as before. You'll be a burden, you won't be able to give Buck what you could have given him if you hadn't been paralyzed. Your life will be limited.

“We’re gonna fight, baby. And we will go through this as we have gone through all the difficulties before, okay?” — you shook your head in disagreement and turned away from him.

You can't look into Buck's eyes. You cannot accept that you will change not only your life, but also his. You would like to say that you are ready to fight, but you are not. You weren't ready for this and you don't know when you'll be ready.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” — he spoke softly and gently turned your head so that you could look at him. “Our best solution is physical therapy. You have every chance to gain your strength and get back on your feet. I've already talked to the doctors, just trust me.”

“But it can take years. I don't want you to waste your years like this.” — it's true, you'd rather let him go than drag him along, you'll be completely dependent on him.

“My years will be wasted if you're not by my side. Not for one second did I think to leave you in this. This is our fight.” — Buck reaches for your lips and leaves the most tender kiss. There is so much care and love in this kiss that you have no choice but to believe him.

4 months later

Your life consists of a hospital and constant physical therapy sessions. You're tired and exhausted, but you've never been the type to give up quickly.

When you felt that you were going off the path and starting to move in the opposite direction, Buck was there to take your hand and put you back on the right path. He was always smiling, supportive, and proud of your little victories more than you are. For you, these were not victories, but reminders that there is still a lot of work ahead.

Today was another physical therapy session and you finally convinced Buck that you'd be fine without him. He did not miss a single session and because of this he could take fewer shifts at work. You knew that he loves his job and that's literally what energizes him better than any coffee, so today you sent him to work.

But Maddie was with you today, Buck couldn't leave you all alone, even though the doctors at the hospital became your family.

Everything was going well, you did the usual exercises, your therapist gave you a massage of the lower extremities between exercises, then you switched to special simulators.

“Look how good you’re doing, your progress is wonderful.” — you heard Maddie behind your back and froze.

It triggered something inside you. All 4 months you tried to be strong, not to show how desperate you are on dark evenings. You didn't want to be pitied, you wanted to be treated without much distinction.

But everyone behaved around you as if you needed to be coddled. They think they're helping you, but it just reminds you of your condition every time.

And you don't see any fucking progress. What are you doing that is so amazing? You don't run, you don't dance, you don't even walk, you just take little clumsy steps. How dare they call it progress.

“Okay, that’s all for today.” — you still had 20 minutes of the session left, but you didn't feel like finishing it.

“Why? Are you in any pain?” — your therapist asked with a concerned look and stood in front of you.

“No, I just don’t want to do it anymore, so don’t push me.” — you said it and clenched your jaw. You could feel anger filling your body and you wanted to get back to your room before you started snapping at everyone.

You heard the door open and saw Buck. What the hell is he doing here? He's supposed to be at work, but instead he's back here and he's going to babysit you.

“How’s my baby doing?” — Buck squatted down to be on the same level with you and gave you the sweetest smile.

“What are you doing here?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were so annoyed that you needed to calm down. The last thing you wanted to do was take all your anger out on Buck. He doesn't deserve it, he's the only one who didn't treat you very differently when you got paralyzed.

“I canceled my shift because I couldn't miss your session. I know you said you'd be fine, but I just couldn't.” — he took your hand, kissed your knuckles and looked at you with a loving look.

“We've already finished, help me get to my room.”

When you got to your room, Buck helped you get on the bed. You loved having Buck with you in the evenings because he filled you with that sense of security and confidence. When he had night shifts, it was the most depressing time of your day because you were alone with your thoughts.

“So why did you finish earlier today? I thought you still had 20 minutes of your session when I came.” — lying down on the bed next to you, Buck asked you.

“I didn’t feel like continuing.” — you put your head on his chest and started drawing with your fingers some random stuff on his arm. You always did this when you had a lot of thoughts in your head, but you couldn't formulate them into sentences in any way.

“Why baby? Is something bothering you? You know you can always tell me.” — he’s so sweet, that’s why you don’t deserve him.

“A lot is bothering me, Buck. The expressions on people's faces when they come to me, how everyone tells me about progress and how I've been your burden for 4 months, but you can't admit it.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes. Anger was replaced by sadness, which tore you apart from the inside. It's a feeling of helplessness and complete lack of interest in this fight. You wanted to give up everything, to be alone so that no one else would waste their time on you.

“I can’t admit something that isn’t true, (Y/N). You survived and it's not a burden, but a blessing. I thank the universe for every day with you.” — he pulled you closer to him. How he would like to take away all the pain that's inside you. Buck knew what was going on in your head, so he was always there to reassure you.

“Sometimes I think it would be better if I died than to drag you through something you don't have to go through.” — you whispered it so quietly that you didn't know if Buck had heard. You weren't even sure that you heard your own voice.

Buck's heart broke at those words. You've never been so vulnerable with him, usually you go through even the most difficult events with a big smile and an open heart. But this accident took away a piece of you. You were once cheerful, but now you are completely broken.

“I didn't doubt us for a second. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone else, it's always been you.” — Buck put his fingers under your chin and lifted your head so you could look at him. “I know that you don't see progress and it's hard for you to accept that it's moving so slowly. Do you know why you don't see progress? Because every day you are in your body and you don't see yourself from the outside. But I see you. And I see all your efforts and you're doing such a good job, baby.”

“It doesn't feel like enough.”

“But you’re enough in every fucking way. I still see those (y/e/c) eyes that I fell in love with, I still see that smile that immediately makes my day better and I still see that woman I want to call my wife one day.” — Buck kisses your forehead.

“Even when I’m like this?” — you don't know why you're still doubting it, you don't want to lose Buck, but you need these words from him to be sure that you're not dragging him down and he really wants it.

“Like what? An absolutely normal human being? Nothing changed for me and my feelings are still the same too.” — you kiss him. For the first time in 4 months, you felt normal and you fucking loved it.

“Now baby, we will be home in a week, I’m sure familiar walls are going to make you feel better.” — and he kissed you one more time.

A week later, you were at home, your therapist said that you were ready for this and now you will travel to sessions from your home. You don’t need to live in a hospital now. Honestly, you were excited, you were homesick, and you wanted to be in an environment that always made you feel comfortable and safe.

Buck opened the doors to your shared house and said with a smirk:

“Welcome back, babygirl.”

The next thing you saw were your friends, who were joyfully welcoming you back.

“Here’s my girl, finally I will be able to come here on my days off and talk with a smart person.” — Hen had a big smile on her face and hugged you tightly.

“Ouch, I thought I was your one and only, Hen.” — Chim put his hand over his heart as if he had been stabbed. “But seriously, Jee missed her Aunt (Y/N), she’s excited to be babysitted by her favorite person.”

You loved this little girl, so you were always happy to spend time with her when Chim and Maddie were busy.

“Yeah, honestly, I will be back tomorrow, we need to bring back our barbecue parties, I'm craving your signature ribs.” — Eddie made the chef’s kiss.

“I thought I was making the best food, but Eddie hasn't stopped talking about these ribs for 4 months.” — Bobby laughed and came up to you. “Welcome back, (Y/N), we missed you.” — he gave you that fatherly hug that you loved so much.

You looked at Buck and for the first time smiled so sincerely that your cheeks started to hurt. You knew that the path would be long and difficult, but you will definitely cope with it next to your loved ones. A lot has changed, but at the same time nothing has changed, you can still enjoy all the joys that have become a part of you with each of your friends.

Buck came up to you and kissed you. Tears of joy poured from your eyes, right now you realize that you have the strength to cope with these and your relationship with Buck has become even stronger and more sensual.

“I think I can get used to this.” — you said into Buck’s lips. “I love you, thank you for being by my side.”

“Forever and always, I love you.”

One more kiss and this is your new normal.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Hi! Are you still taking orders or something? If so, I have an idea for you~ For example, a werewolf × a Fox!the reader is like enemies-lovers. Where we tease him all the time, and it really annoys him, ho-ho~

I was listening to a song when I got the inspo for this. It's in Croatian, by a band called Tutti Frutti, and the lyrics go like this (my translation):

Kao srna gonjena preko snijega duboka (Like a pursued doe in the deep snow) Iza moga ramena skloni se od lovaca (Hide from hunters behind my shoulder) S oba oka sklopljena (With both of your eyes closed)

Thank you for the ask! This fic got a bit long so I'll split it in two, I apologize ^^'

Don't You Dare! (part 1)

Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @/ozzgin

[ m!werewolf x fox hybrid fem!reader ]

You two grew up together. Since your clans have lived next to each other peacefully sharing a vast forest for many years, that wasn't so unusual. You and Ash were friends when you were kids, but he was too shy and aloof for your teen tastes, and you slowly grew distant.

Today, for the first time, you were tasked of guarding the eastern part of the forest. The hunting season began just a few days ago.

"Ugh, you're so booooring," you complain. "Let's at least play a game."

"We're supposed to be watchful," he retorts.

"You know hunters never come this far so early. It will be a peaceful evening, I just know it. Come on, Ash, truth or dare?" The werewolf huffs and keeps walking in front of you. How dares he ignore you! You take your staff and smack his ass.

Ash jumps from shock and swings his strong arm, ready to strike. With a swift leap backward, you escape him, giggling. When he realizes it was only you teasing him, he growls. He is kinda cute when he's angry. "Don't do that! I could've..."

"What? You're too big and slow for me. Truth or dare, Ash? I'll slap your cute ass until you accept."

His werewolf ears fall behind and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head. With another huff, he continues walking. "Uhh... Truth?"

"Have you ever orally pleased someone?"

He trips and turns toward you in shock. "That's a really private question!"

"That's the game, pup, you know the rules." You loved calling him pup because he was three years younger than you and everyone knows werewolves mature slower than fox hybrids.

He scowls at you but answers, as quietly as he could: "Yes..."

"Oh you're a big man now! Good job, pup, I'm glad you know how to please your partners." He shakes his head and continues walking, faster than before. You run after him. "I choose dare!" You're sure he heard you, but he was quiet for quite a while before asking his question.

"I dare you to—" but he suddenly stops and sniffs the wind. He looks at you and and swallows hard. "D-do you know you're... you're about to..."

Why is he so uncomfortable all of a sudden? "Ash, speak up, I can't hear you!" you shout, impatiently dragging your fox tail across the ground. But the silly big pup in front of you continues being awkward. You can sense he is blushing, even though you can't see that on his canine face. "ASH!"

A rifle blast shuts you up, and a bullet flies dangerously near Ash's face. Hunters!

Instinct immediately kicks in and you start running. You are faster than Ash, but you would never leave him behind. Hunters are apparently too far away because they don't shoot again. Still, your heart is racing, fear and excitement electrifying your blood and also... also...

Oh no.

Your cycle. You're in heat! It's still early and you can focus on other things, but... You need to get to a safe place, quickly.

"Ash, I'm—"

"I know," he immediately replies, checking your surroundings. "There is a waterfall not far from here. The water will hide us and our tracks."

You change direction and very soon you hear the rushing in the bottom of a ravine. Of course, you and Ash have no problem getting down safely and you jump into the shallow stream. It is cold and fast, but walking upstream will confuse your pursuers. Also, you need to warn your clans as soon as possible. Yes, you need to focus on that. Only that. Not on how tall Ash is or how good he smells. Or how you always thought he was smart and sweet. And how you saw him swimming once. Or how you wanted to push your finger into his sheath and see what's inside. Or how... shit.

Your pussy started aching, itching, pulsating from need. You had to press it, rub it, stimulate it somehow or you'll go mad. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing your fist against your entrance, with a weak whimper - and you trip, almost dropping your staff. "Fuck, Ash. I can't hold it."

Ash stops but doesn't help you - he hasn't said a single word the entire time or looked at you. And he was constantly trying to walk upwind from you. "Do it quickly and we'll continue. I'll... keep watch."

That idiot pup. "Ash..." Your voice got a note of urgency. "Don't make me beg."

His ears perk up and he stares at you all big eyed, looking like a virgin doe-eyed buck. You roll your eyes, irritated. "Just my luck - I'm horny as a rabbit, and stuck between rifles and a cherry boy. Maybe rifles will give me..."

You are interrupted by a hand grabbing your throat. The other palm is on your ass squeezing it like a sponge. Ash is in your face, snout almost touching your nose. He is quietly growling, but you feel that tremble in your core.

"You chose dare, didn't you?" he asks you. His palm slides from your ass, follows the roundness of your hips and cups your mound. The tip of his finger immediately finds your aching clit. You gasp. "I dare you not to scream when you cum with my knot inside you."

[ part 2 ]

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hi! Can I request a Sanji fluff fic? Where he's on night duty on a cold night and Y/n brings him a blanket and hot tea (or coffee?) made just for him. They sit and cuddle And everything is just so cute.. (Sorry, I just miss my cat very much and I miss the warmth. (The cat is alive!)) 😭😭😭😭😰😔😔😔😔

Glad your cat is alive dude, saw the missing your cat and was like “Oh shoot dam that sucks.” Still sucks but less if the cat is alive.

Your Love Is My Warmth

Sanji x GN!Reader. Just pure fluff. 826 words

Sanji peppers kisses on your face as you laugh. “I got it, I got it, you’re on night duty. I’ll be okay.” You push him back a bit as he looks at you with sad eyes.

“Are you sure you’ll be oka-”

“Yes, I’ll be okay. I’ll stay warm, okay? You act like these walls are thi, Franky’s an amazing shipwright he wouldn’t just let us freeze. It’s not that cold here, is it?” You motion around the room and Sanji sighs.

“Okay, you’re right.” He hugs you one last time. “I’ll come back immediately once my night shift is done, my love.” With that, he tears himself away from you and leaves the room. You go back to the bed and get inside, it’s comfortable, but not as comfortable as when Sanji is with you. He’ll be here soon though, so it’s okay. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, but when you try to sleep you start to worry. It was already pretty cold in the day, how cold is it now? The bed is really comfy though… You imagine Sanji, alone, in the cold and freezing sadly, the thought makes you get up. You’ll just check how he’s doing quickly, so you won’t bother him. Getting up, you leave the room. Immediately it’s colder than inside, but not too bad still. It’s when you leave the ship that you realize how cold it is. You’re careful though, spotting Sanji. He seems fine at first, but you notice him shiver a bit, lighting a cigarette to give some warmth.

‘This won’t do, I’m not going to leave him like that.’ With a determination to help your boyfriend, you go back to your room and grab blankets; then head into the kitchen. Coffee.. it would help with keeping him awake, but he’s already smoking. Having just coffee and cigarettes, that’d be pretty sad, so instead you decide to brew him a nice tea. Brook’s taught you how to brew it before, tea isn’t too hard anyway, so you do well. You even remember how Sanji likes it, then you brew a cup for yourself. Now you have two cups of tea and a thick blanket… how are you going to carry this. You carefully wrap the blanket around yourself and tie it, then hold the teacups on a plate. Off you go!

‘Was he really just planning on sucking it up and keeping watch despite the cold?’ You think to yourself as you watch Sanji, then begin to slowly sneak to him. It doesn’t work out though, the moment he senses you he turns.

“Love?” He’s a bit confused for a moment before hurrying over to you. “Why are you out here? It’s cold..!” You both can’t be too loud, crewmates are sleeping.

“Exactly, it’s cold, you didn’t even think to bring something to warm you up? I could've given you a blanket.” He shakes his head at your words.

“Taking a blanket from you? I wouldn’t, you..” He trails off as he notices the tea, staring at it. “Is that.. for me?” You nod and his face flushes. “You made two.” He takes the teacup carefully like it’s an heirloom being passed down to him. “It must’ve been cold then.”

“It wasn’t, I made it because I’m staying out here with you.” You state and he stares at you, eyes slightly wide.

“You don’t have to stay out here with me, I’m going back to the room soon-”

“I’m not doing this for me, baby, I know you’re cold. I’m not letting my boyfriend just suck it up.” You take a sip of your own tea, then sit on the deck. Sanji is frozen for a moment but then quickly goes to you, before he can try and let you have the blanket you wrap it around the both of you. “We can keep eachother warm, so stay close, okay?” He looks at you, adoration and love in his eyes as he cuddles close to you.

“...Okay.” Sanji says quietly, taking a sip of the tea you made for him. It settles in his body, warming it up, but more than anything the fact that you came out here for him makes everything feel warm. His hands that were previously freezing feel cozy now, along with his heart when he was out here alone without you. He would never ask you to do this for him, but you did it. This memory locks its way into his mind as you both stay close to each other, cuddling until the sea around you has never felt more pleasant.

Bonus

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Zoro says, disgusted as you two sit cuddling. You look to him and put a finger to your lips to shush him, the swordsman noticing a sleeping Sanji comfortably resting on you. He looks peaceful, innocent, it makes Zoro huff in a bit of annoyance. ‘Whatever, this is better than him picking a fight, I guess.’

There it is folks, hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit short but I don’t like to force things to be long if they don’t naturally end up that way. Inspiration based, and my inspiration told me to make this short and sweet. Really sorry if this isn't fluffy or cute enough.

[evan4ever]

could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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Last Embrace

A/N: I am so sorry for not posting the last couple of months, I've had the worst bloody writers block. I know how much y'all like the Ghost fics so I hope you guys enjoy this! This one's a bit sad, even though angst isn't my strong suit, I really liked writing this and I think it turned out okay.

Just a disclaimer, I know nothing about the military and even less about dying so just let me know of any inaccuracies and I'll fix em.

WARNINGS: blood, mentions of guns and bullet wounds, normal war shenanigans, death (Let me know if I'm missing anything.)

During a mission, everything took a turn for the worse. Ghost urgently gave the order for everyone to evacuate, swiftly conducting a head count, only to realize that Y/N was missing. Filled with concern, he called out for him over the radio. "C/S? C/S, how copy?" Ghost's grip tightened on the radio at the lack of a response. "C/S?! Y/N, what's your position?"

Worry builds deep in Ghost's stomach, an almost nausea-like feeling coursing through him as he speaks through the radio once more. "Y/N. Y/N! I need your location!"

Y/N groans as he hears a loud ringing in his ears, one that fills his mind and brings an ache to his head. His eyes remain shut as he tries to ground himself, though the sound of a familiar voice in his left ear makes his lids slowly blink open.

Though his vision is blurry and everything feels fuzzy, Y/N places a hand on his shoulder and clicks the button on the radio. "Ghost? That you?" Y/N's strained and weak voice makes Ghost sigh in relief. "Ah fuck. Thank god, Y/N." Ghost's voice calms down as he speaks again, his voice stern as he tries to get an answer out of the other man.

"Where are you, Y/N?"

Y/N groans as he tries to look around, his vision still blurred enough to not be able to see anything in detail, he had little to no memory of what he'd been doing before, and the visible bright white walls and floor made him want to close his eyes again. Y/N speaks up once more, his voice holding a slight amusement. "Don't know.. I can't see properly. I'm inside a building, though."

Ghost seems to feel slightly more at ease once he hears Y/N speak, he was glad the man was okay enough to be able to smile through his pain. "Can you see anything? Anything at all?" Ghost looks around at the buildings in the area, Y/N could be anywhere.

"White walls and floors.. I can't make out anything else, though... That help at all?"

Y/N lets his body press against the cold wall behind him, relishing in the relaxing chill shooting through his body. He starts to take a few deep breaths as he tries to keep himself stable, slowly looking around the bare walls, the paint cracked and peeling. His vision gets torn away though, the bright lights starting to flicker, the hall flashing from eerily dark to painfully bright.

An annoying buzz was audible as the light stopped blinking, remaining on. Y/N could see debris on the ground, he wasn't surprised, this was a warzone after all. Y/N slowly closes his eyes, letting himself relax.

Though the feeling of a sharp pain makes his eyes shoot open, a pained noise escapes the man as he looks down at his body. His eyes widened as his gaze trailed down; the only thing he could make out was blood–blood covering his abdomen, blood covering his hands, and blood covering the floor.

Shit.

"Yeah, that helps, Y/N. I'll be there soon, you stay there, alright?" Ghost's voice was gentle, like he was trying to keep the man at ease. But Y/N wasn't listening, his eyes were too focused on the bloody mess in front of him. Y/N's throat starts to close up, the intense smell of the blood making him feel sick.

He brings his hands to the wound, pulling his warm, sticky, blood-soaked shirt up as he tries his best to judge the severity of it. His heart drops as he sees multiple bullet holes piercing his skin, cringing at the amount of blood still escaping him. He was hit with a sudden realization.

"Y/N, you still with me? I'm not far, just stay alive f'me, okay?"

"Ghost.. I don't think I'm gonna make it.."

Ghost's body fills with dread, his heart aching at the sound of Y/N's discouraged and afraid voice. Ghost shakes his head, trying to sprint even faster, his breathing ragged as he speaks through the radio. "Shut it. You're gonna be alright. I'm gonna make it to you, and then we're gonna get you out of here. Alive."

Ghost tries to keep his tone confident, but the shake in his voice shows just how worried he was. He knew that he had to make it there quickly if he wanted the best chance at saving Y/N. His words were rushed as he repeated himself, wanting to hear that Y/N believed him. "Do I make myself clear? I'm getting you out of here alive."

Y/N can't help but slowly shake his head to himself, he could see his wound, he could see how quickly he was losing blood, he could feel the way his body was slowly going numb. His breaths escape him at an uneven pace, his heart racing as he comes to terms with the situation. "Ghost.. I'm losing too much blood. I can't.."

"Yes, yes, you can. You will survive Y/N, I know you will. You have to.."

Ghost ran, ran like he's never done before. He couldn't lose Y/N, not now, not like this. The building was in sight, he was so close to being with Y/N, being able to help him, save him. Ghost could feel the burn in his legs and his lungs and the hard thumping of his pulsing heart. The dry feeling in his throat makes him want to take a breath, but he doesn't stop running, not for a second.

As Ghost ran into the building, Y/N could hear him, his loud footsteps echoing against the bare halls. "I'm here, can you tell me exactly where you are?" Y/N could hear Ghost's urgent yet puffed out voice from both the radio and from the right side of the building, the sound not too far away.

"I can hear you, Ghost.. You're to my right." Y/N's voice was the opposite of Ghost's, he tried to keep his voice as calm as he could, and the strain already being put on his body by the wound, made it impossible to speak any louder without putting himself in even more pain.

"Okay, just.. Just stay there. I'm nearly there, you're gonna be okay."

Y/N's eyes drift to the right side of the building, hearing Ghost's heavy footsteps hitting against the ground. A small and pained smile forms on Y/N's face as he sees the masked man come into sight, watching as he quickly rushes towards him.

A feeling of relief swarms through Ghost's body as he sees Y/N sitting against one of the walls, though the condition the other man was in made his worry come right back. He quickly makes it to Y/N, dropping to his knees as he brings his hands to Y/N's body. "Y/N.. Fuck..." He can't help but take a second to look into Y/N's eyes, his own brown ones showing extreme vulnerability, a look of pure fear.

Y/N lets out a dry and painful sounding chuckle, trying to ease Ghost a little. "Mhm.. it's me." Y/N brings one of his shaky and bloodied hands up, letting it just hover over Ghost's covered cheek, not wanting to get his blood all over Ghost's mask. Ghost doesn't seem to care though, letting his face gently push into Y/N's hand.

Ghost lets out a shaky breath as he feels Y/N's hand against his face. "You're.. You're gonna be okay.. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright? I promise." Y/N gently shakes his head, his small smile faltering as he pulls his other arm away from his wound.

Ghost's eyebrows furrow as he sees Y/N's reaction to his words, but before he can speak, his eyes move down to where Y/N had moved his arm from. Ghost feels his heart shatter as the sight, multiple bullet wounds scattered across his abdomen, blood slowly seeping from each one.

Ghost shakes his head, almost frantically as he brings both hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding with his gloved palms. All he manages to achieve though is flooding Y/N's body in pain, evident by the startled cries leaving the injured man.

"Fuck.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just let me stop the bleeding, let me.."

Ghost's panicky voice trails off as he sees Y/N's wounds only bleeding more aggressively at his touch. He shakes his head, looking down at the other man's body as he keeps his hands on the wound. The blood soaks through Ghost's gloves, the warm and gory liquid uncomfortably sticking to his skin.

Y/N's hands instinctively reach Ghost's wrists, pulling the other man's hands away. "Fuck! Stop.. stop, Ghost." Y/N's grip was weak and his body had little to no strength now. Ghost slowly pulls his own shaky hands away. "I'm sorry.. I just.. you're gonna be okay, I'm gonna find some way to stop the bleeding, and then we'll.. we'll go back home. We're gonna-".

"Simon."

Ghost's mouth shuts at the use of his real name, an audible gulp being heard. His eyes trail back up to look into Y/N's, the look the other man gave him only made his heart sink, he felt like his world was falling apart. "Please.. we both know I'm not making it out of here.. just-"

"You are. You're going to make it out of here. Shut up with that nonsense." Ghost doesn't want to hear it, he refuses to hear it, to acknowledge it.. to accept it. He tried to keep his voice stern but the tremble that grew with each word made it obvious he wasn't all too hopeful either.

He slowly pulls his hands out of Y/N's grasp, bringing them back down to the surrounding area of the wound, his quivering fingers gently trailed over the scarred skin. He pulled off his gloves, using his bare hands to touch Y/N.

"You.. you can't... You're all I have left.."

Ghost's voice softened, his words paining him as they left his mouth. Y/N rests his hand back onto Ghost's mask, sliding it slightly down as he slips a couple fingers underneath the mask. The injured man remains silent, afraid of the emotion that'll leave him if he dared to speak up.

Ghost feels Y/N's fingers slide underneath the mask, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach. He brings one of his bare palms to Y/N's hand, holding it in place before slowly, cautiously, pulling his mask over and off his head.

The sight of the rugged man made Y/N meekly smile, his heart fluttering at the long-awaited reveal of the subject of his attraction. He had been into Ghost for quite a while, and he always had a suspicion that Ghost felt the same. It was almost a silent understanding between both men, never outwardly speaking of their true feelings yet knowing they felt them.

Ghost looks down, his eyes falling shut as his grip on the other man's hand tightens, holding him closer against his now bare face. He didn't care for the blood the other man's hand was rubbing onto his skin, he needed this, he needed the Y/N's gentle touch.

"Thank you.." Ghost slowly opened his eyes at the other man's pained voice, watching as Y/N slumps further down the wall, groaning at the pressure it relieved from his wounds.

Y/N lets out a small hum at the feeling of the cold floor pressing against his back, a stark contrast to the warm liquid pouring out the front of him.

Ghost slightly shakes his head, a small smile on his face as he questions the other man. "What are you doing?" The other man signals for Ghost to come closer, his voice strained but trying to keep it sounding as optimistic as he could despite the situation.

"Getting comfortable.. Come here."

Ghost does just that, shuffling closer to the man that was now laying flat on the ground, looking down at him, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in the man's appearance. One of Y/N's weak hands moves to Ghost's arm, gently pulling him even closer.

"Sit down, relax." Y/N was oddly calm despite the situation, despite knowing his undeniable fate. "Relax? How am I supposed to-" Y/N tugs at Ghost's arm, interrupting him. "Please." The desperation in Y/N's voice made Ghost's stomach wrench, he silently sat beside him, bringing his hands to hold onto Y/N's.

Y/N gratefully hums, his eyes looking over the other man before making a request, pleading evident in his tone. "Think you could hold me..? Jus' for a bit?" Ghost nodded, carefully wrapping his arms around Y/N's shoulders, gently pulling him into his arms.

His senses were heightened, he could feel everything, the warm blood starting to soak through his own shirt and the shake in Y/N's body. The rough and cold hands of the other man, weakly wrapped over whatever part of Ghost he could reach. Y/N lays in his arms, weak and helpless, his skin losing colour and his body shaking more rapidly...

For the first time that evening, Ghost came to terms with what was going to happen, he couldn't deny it any longer, not when it was so obvious. His eyes tear up, his heart thumping louder as all he can do is pull Y/N closer, hold the injured man in his arms as he wishes for this to just be some twisted nightmare.

He couldn't keep himself calm anymore, waves of emotions crashing onto him, flooding his mind and filling his body with unease. His grip tightened, the fabric of Y/N's clothes balling up in his fists, he just pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go, not now, not ever.

"Hey.. Simon."

Y/N looks up at the man holding him, watching as he struggles to hold in the tears his body so desperately wants to let fall. Y/N's cold fingers trace along Ghost's cheek, pulling his face a little closer, his voice quieter and more strained than before. "It's gonna be okay.."

Though the injured man was smiling in a way to comfort Ghost, his true feelings were obvious. His eyes held fear, a fear Ghost had never seen on the usually optimistic man before.

He knew he had to be strong, he knew that whatever fear he felt right now, Y/N was feeling tenfold. He took deep breaths, trying to gather himself. He felt his throat close up, he couldn't speak, not without breaking down completely, he could only nod in reply. He brought a trembling hand down to Y/N's face, his rough fingers caressing the skin with a softness Ghost didn't know he was capable of.

Y/N closed his eyes, humming at the gentle touch, and the contrasting feeling of Ghost's warm hand pressing against his chilled cheek. His presence was comforting, it almost felt like he was cuddled up against a cosy fireplace, like the flames were crackling in front of him and leaving warm kisses on his cheek.

It was a nice thought, a nice feeling, but it seemed like the pain in his abdomen did anything it could to bring Y/N out of his calming mindset. It felt like his body was on fire, but also like he had been out in the cold for days. His feet were numb now and he could feel the way his legs and fingertips also started to lose their senses.

He looked up at Ghost, tears had started to form in his own eyes, ones that were impossible to hide. "I'm scared.. you'll be here.. right? Please.. don't let me go, not yet.." His voice was faint, filled with an uneasy panic. Ghost started to nod, bringing his face closer down, letting his lips press against Y/N's cold forehead.

"..yes, yes.. I'll be r-right here. I'm not moving.. I'm not letting you go..."

Y/N closes his eyes, his head falling to the side slightly as he sighs. "Y'know.. I always looked up to you, Simon.." He leans his head deep into Ghost's chest, his tears slowly falling as he feels his body go numb. He had lost all feeling in his arms and legs, even the ache in his abdomen had started to ease. Ghost shakes his head slowly, biting his lower lip in an attempt to hold in the sobs he so desperately wanted to let go.

"I love you, Simon."

Ghost pulled Y/N closer, letting out quiet, choked sounds. He felt Y/N's body start to go limp in his arms, his hands desperately pulling at the other man's body to hold him in a comforting embrace. "I.. I love you too... Fuck.. don't do this to me.."

"I'm sorry.." Y/N moves his head, digging his face further into the other man's chest. All he could smell and hear was Ghost, the man he had grown so attached to. It brought him some comfort, knowing he would be dying in Ghost's arms, not alone. "Forgive me.."

"Always, Y/N.. always.."

Y/N lets out a weak hum, slightly nodding his head as his body relaxes in Ghost's arms, his head now starting to fall limp, being too heavy for Y/N to move. "..thank you..." Y/N's voice was barely audible, his mumble causing Ghost's heart to shatter.

"Always.. a-always... I-I'm here.. always..."

Ghost cradled the dying man in his arms, soothingly whispering as he slowly swayed his body side to side. "It's okay.. It's okay... You're safe.. you're safe with me.." Y/N's voice was practically inaudible as he tried to mumble back to the other man, his incoherent slurs trailing off into silence.

Ghost felt as if his whole world was crashing down right before his eyes. He could only pull Y/N closer, continuing to cradle the fallen soldier. His movements became a little more frantic as he rocked their bodies, his fingers clawing at Y/N's cold skin.

"Shit- I'm so sorry... I-It's okay.. It's gonna be okay.. It's gonna be okay..."

He whispered into the other man's ear, his voice broken as he felt the tears he had been suppressing, finally fall freely. His words started as a means to comfort his dying partner, but it seemed like he was only trying to convince himself now. He mumbled a mantra of 'It's okay' and 'I love you', the words just tumbling out without his control.

His body trembled, his throat letting out more choked sobs now than it had in the last 10 years, his eyes were screwed shut, his head dug into Y/N's frozen neck. His hands tried their best to pull Y/N's limp head up, his tears pouring down his bloody cheeks as the other man's head just dropped back down.

If only he made it there sooner, if only he was there to protect him; none of this would've happened. He wouldn't be here, holding the corpse of the man that showed him what it was like to be alive, how to feel, how to love. The one person that had been able to break down his walls and make him feel human again.

It felt like hours, hours of cradling his deceased lover in his arms like a child, hours of sobbing and mourning the one person that brought light into this cruel world.

"Ghost? Do you copy?"

Ghost heard the static of his radio before the familiar voice of his Captain rung through his ears. "Ghost?" Ghost's teeth grit as he hesitantly brought his hand to the radio on his shoulder, forcefully composing himself before clicking the button. "I'm here." He looked down at the deceased man in his arms, hugging him close as his body threatened to break down once more.

"Evac's here, did you reach C/S?"

Ghost lets out a shaky breath, his fingers shaking as he grips the radio. "C/S's.. C/S's been KIA." His hand falls from the radio, his blood-stained fingers gently caressing Y/N's cold cheek, gently pulling his face closer. Ghost couldn't help but admire the other man, his eyes closed and his eyebrows relaxed. His lips were tugged into a small smile, his skin devoid of its usual colour. He looked.. peaceful.

There was a few seconds of silence from the other line before it was cut by Price's voice once more. "I'm sorry, Ghost." Ghost placed a soft kiss on Y/N's bloody forehead, speaking through the radio one last time, leaving no room for argument. "I'll be there in a few, I'm takin' him with me."

Ghost snatched his mask from the floor beside him, pulling it on before scooping Y/N into his arms. He lifted him up, holding his limp body against his chest as he whispered. "It's gonna be okay.. I've got you.." He held the man tightly, his eyes glancing down at Y/N's motionless figure every few steps he took.

"I've got you..."

A/N: Could you tell I struggled ending this? I won't lie, I teared up a couple times while writing this, I think this might be the saddest thing I've written. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since I'm still not too familiar with Ghost's personality. This is also my longest fic ever, about 3.4k words!

Also a big thank you for over 400 followers, we're so appreciative of all your support!

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thank u for all ur hardwork, ur writing is great!! can u write where u get hurt in a fight and the dreamies are the ones taking care of u after please?

they take care of you after you got into a fight

bf!nct dream

a/n ; I feel like for some of them I went more into detail of how you tell them you got into a fight… but there is still the caring aspect! went off track but never the less i hope this is somewhat what you wanted <3

mark

you had promised mark you would meet him at the cafe, so despite everything, you did. you approached him with a bandaged hand and walking at a rather slow pace. he was confused by this, since you were perfectly fine last night when he saw you. he decided to meet you half way, bringing you to a stop in the middle of the cafe.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“kinda… got hurt.” you say, figuring maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell him that you got into a fight.

his eyebrows knitted together but he accepted that maybe you just fell or something.

but as you two sit in the corner of the cafe slowly sipping your drinks that mark had ordered prior to you arriving, you end up bringing up what happened.

“you know that… one boy who kept bothering me?” “yeah?” “yeah… I punched him.” “oka- wait what?!” man is shocked and all of the above.

“we got into a huge fight and I had to get pulled away because I was beating his ass up.” you smiled but mark just stared at you.

“are you okay?”

“yeah I think so, just a couple bad bruises and sore knuckles but I think that’s it. I’m okay.”

“dude… you should’ve called me. I know you can handle it by yourself and you did but when you got pulled away I would’ve jumped in and continued!”

you both leave the cafe after finishing your drinks and he takes you back to his place and makes you sit on the couch with an ice pack on your knuckles as he inspects every injury you gathered, cleaning any injuries that could be dirty / open wounds like cuts.

renjun

he was against physically fighting, but this time, he wasn’t. this one girl had been awful to you practically all year long. she shoved you around and spoke horribly about you.

so when you facetimed him out of nowhere, with a bloody lip and a bright smile, he knew what happened.

“did you get her ass?”

“I GOT HER SOOO GOOD! but I have a few cuts from falling over, can we meet up?”

he was instantly on his way, stopping by a store to get some bandaids.

once he was in your apartment he was looking around all over for you until he got to the bathroom where he saw you sitting on the counter, swinging your legs as you looked at him. he laughed and placed the bandaids down, grabbing a fresh cloth to clean your wounds for you.

you go into detail about the whole story, explaining how she started it and for once you didn’t back down. even though renjun told you not to get into fights, he was rather proud of you for this one.

jeno

this man had been bothering you all evening as you and jeno were just trying to enjoy an evening with friends at the bar. the man touched your arm so you threw your elbow back into his stomach. jeno was shocked at fast this turned into a physical fight. he grabbed your waist and pulled you away from the angry man once he saw security coming.

“you should’ve let me-“ “I don’t want you going to jail, let’s go!” you both leave the bar and sit on the sidewalk. you examine your hands as they hurt pretty bad. jeno took your hands into his and looked at them, seeing that they were definitely going to start slowly bruising up and were currently really red.

he pressed kisses onto your knuckles and held your hand gently in his as he kept walking, planning to take you back home to put an ice pack on your knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I never knew you could fight like that baby.”

“yeah, so don’t make me mad jeno.”

he laughed at you, leaning into to kiss your head, “you would never.”

haechan

he was the one filming actually. the fight was one of those fights where it was just building up over the course of a few days until it finally burst and someone throws a punch.

at first you were shocked, but instantly you started fighting back. haechan whips out his camera, wanting to film this so you can see it later.

though once the fight ended and you were back at home haechan completely switched on you and he picked you up and sit you down on the counter. “don’t get into unnecessary fights.” “haechan you literally were filming it.” “yes I was but still don’t get into fights like that, because now look! my baby is hurt.”

he takes a while to help you clean your wounds and bandage them because he keeps giving you kisses and ‘scolding’ you.

“I’m proud baby, you fight really well.” he says making you laugh at how quick his opinion is changing.

jaemin

as you walked into the room, hiding your hands in your pockets and with your face down, he was immediately eyeing you. “what’s wrong?” he asks as he sits up straight and spins in his chair to face you completely. you’re at the closet, grabbing some clothes to change into.

“nothing, I’m going to shower.”

he gets up from his chair and approaches you, standing in front you. you didn’t look at him, still trying to avoid him seeing your face which had a bruise and a cut from the girls ring.

he placed his fingers on your chin and lifted it up, and at this point you figured you might as well just let him see it.

he gasped aloud, his eyes widening as he quickly grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom.

“ow.. my hand jaemin.” he left go as soon as you said that and looked at your hand.

“oh my god…” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the red bruising knuckles. “what happened?”

“I got into a fight… she’s looking worse than me right now!”

“not something to be happy about.” he said, looking at you with a stern glare. you sat on the edge of the bathtub as he cleaned your wounds for you and out bandaids on them.

he holds your face in between his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. “don’t get into fights, love.”

“I’ll try not too… but trust me she deserved it.” he could only roll his eyes with a scoff at that.

chenle

you walked into his apartment, dressed completely different to how you left his apartment earlier that morning.

“you changed? why?”

“oh… my pants got dirty so I went home before coming here.”

you catch his eyes briefly as you walk past and instantly knew he would pick up that something was wrong very quickly.

you came back over to his to watch a movie together since you had planned this last night and had no legit reason to cancel, you couldn’t just not show up.

you also didn’t want to tell him you got into a physical fight with someone and how your stomach hurt really bad and your knees still hurt from when you had fallen over.

“what’s wrong?” he asks about the minutes into the movie.

“what?”

“you’re holding your stomach.. did you eat something bad?”

“oh- uh yeah.”

he glares his eyes at you, not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“don’t lie what happened?”

he is sitting next to you on the couch, the movie long forgotten as you eventually confess about the physical fight.

chenle insists on seeing all your wounds, he insists that he checks your whole body and helps apply any needed treatment onto them for you. he gives you panadol and pulls you into his arms when you’re back seated onto the couch. his hands playing with your hair, “just tell me next time, I’ll go help you immediately.”

jisung

you walked into his apartment fuming with anger. “park jisung you won’t BELIEVE!!! what happened!”

he is up on his feet rushing to where you were standing. he eyes you up and down, red and beaten up hand, knees dirty and bleeding from cuts grazes and tear stained cheeks from obvious crying.

“oh my god come with me.”

he is scared to touch you in any way incase you’re injured there, so he just gestures you to the bathroom as you stomp your way over. you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he pulls out his little kit of bandaids. he grabs a clean cloth and drenches it in water as he listens to your crazed rants.

“she said that to me! right to my face! I’m surprised I didn’t punch her right then and there honestly.” 
he is nodding and humming in agreement with your words as you gradually lose the anger and get more upset over the situation.

he finishes helping you clean up and puts bandaids on you where needed and looks up at your face. you’re just silently watching him, tears in your eyes.

he pulls you into a hug, still being extremely careful with your body since you haven’t told him where you got hurt except for the obvious visible injuries. he might cry a little with you if you break down crying. just seeing you upset upsets him! especially if you’re hurt.

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[Yume100 x Kuroshitsuji Memory Piece] 5★ 夢世界の冬: Winter in the Land of Dreams Translation

The Princes of the Country of Four Seasons invite Sebastian and Ciel to a special tea ceremony in Hourai. As time passes peacefully… What are Ciel’s thoughts on the matter as Oka, Hikage, Kaede, and Toya share their daily life experiences as well as their thoughts on the Princess of Traumere?

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut

In the Country of Four Seasons, Hourai.

Bright, warm, sunlight shines down upon the lands, almost as if celebrating the disappearance of the Reanimated Corpses.

Oka: Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I humbly thank you again for saving this Country. I cannot bear to imagine what would've happened if it weren't for your timely intervention.

Toya: We offer you our sincerest thanks. This is but a small token of our appreciation that we've managed to put together on such short notice.

Ciel was going to be heading to the Country of Koubai tomorrow in pursuit of the Reanimated Corpses.

Ciel: No need to thank me. That monster was something that came from my world in the first place.   Ciel: Hence, there was no need to hold this event either.

The mystery of the Reanimated Corpses and a promising lead on how to get home…

Ciel thought that perhaps he could glean some tidbits of useful information by participating in a tea ceremony attended by the influential members of the royal families.

Hikage: It's so warm today that you'd never guess that it's the middle of winter right now! Heck, a swim sounds good!

Kaede: Don't be daft. Although… I suppose idiots can't catch colds.

Hikage: Come again!?   Oka: Both of you! You're before our guests right now! Besides, you should refrain from doing things that bring a smile to Toya’s face…

Toya: Heh, I can't believe you're chiding them again.

The princes’ peaceful day was unfolding before Ciel’s very eyes.

Sebastian: Your tea, Young Master.

Sabastian skillfully slides another cup of tea before the young Earl.

The pleasant aroma of Horai’s renowned high-quality tea wafted in the air, but Ciel's expression remained as sullen as ever.

Hikage: But, man! Your butler’s on a whole other level! What was his name again? Sebastian? 

Hikage: He's crazy strong, and the tea he brews is a delight on the taste buds!

Kadae: Even my attendant was surprised, and wondered just how he managed to make tea taste so good.

Sebastian: I'm humbled to hear that.

Oka: I feel a tad ashamed as the host since my skills pale in comparison to his…

Ciel: Don't take it to heart. He's my butler, and he's simply following orders.

Ciel: …Looks like we've come up empty.

Toya: Is something the matter?

Ciel: No, everything's fine.

Time passed peacefully for a while before Ciel sighed again.

Hikage: Say, is (Y/n) reaching anytime soon?

Oka: One of my attendants informed me earlier that she was having some trouble getting dressed in her kimono.

Kaede: I see. I can already imagine her running around in a panic.

Oka: Hehe, well that certainly does sound like something she'd do.

Toya: Yup. The incident with the Reanimated Corpses was a terrible disaster, but… I'm glad we got to meet her.

Ciel: …

Ciel was still unable to comprehend just how this girl was the one standing at the crux of this world.

An average Jane who was nothing like a princess…  He wouldn't have believed it either if he hadn't witnessed her mysterious powers first-hand.

Ciel: All of you seem to hold the Princess of Traumere in high regard.

Hikage: High regard? Well… I guess. She's amazing!

Ciel: …?

Hikage: No, I mean — (Y/n) usually prioritizes the needs of others over her own all the time!

Oka: Indeed. More often than not, she's the one who ends up getting hurt due to how much she sympathizes with others.

Kaede: You'll never be able to guess just by looking at her, though…

Toya: She was really worried for me back when I was unable to smile…

Oka: That being said, she never fails to show us just how important kindness is.

Hikage: That's right! And that's why everyone smiles whenever they see her!

Ciel: …

Now, Ciel had moved on from his initial astonishment as sparks of irritation began to flicker into life within his heart.

Ciel: No one would ever put themselves out there like that.

People only used others as stepping stones, just like how Ciel was trying to use the Princes for his own gains.

Ciel: No matter how you try to gloss it over with pretty words or looks alike, ultimately, everyone only does things to serve their personal benefits…

Ciel: That's just how people are…

Sebastian: …

Sebastian watched the scene unfold before him with a small smile playing on his lips 

However, the tense atmosphere only lasted a little more than a split second…

Hikage: Yeah, and that's why she's so amazing.

Hikage’s clear voice cuts through the tension, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to trickle in once more.

Ciel: Huh?

Hikage: Because that's just how she is! It's fun to be around her, and she's always there to lend a helping hand if anything does happen!

Oka: Heh, I'm of the same mind as well.

Kaede: She does say it with such innocence after all — how she loves the smiles on the faces of others around her…

Toya: But the same can be said for us too… We want her to keep smiling, always.

Ciel: Like I said, people like that-

Hikage: Rather than that- Hey, Ciel!

Hikage: Why don't we go for a walk? This place boasts some breathtaking scenery! You should take some time to enjoy it since you've come all the way here!

Unable to retort to that and feeling slightly drained, Ciel could only back down.

Ciel: …Sebastian. It's winter now, isn't it?

Sebastian: Yes. It is currently winter in this world and in this country right now.

Ciel: I see … It seems like their world is truly on a different level compared to ours.

Ciel: Hence why their winters are so warm.

Looking at the gentle rays of the sun that trickled down from the heavens, Ciel closed his eyes, smiling ever so slightly.

The END

[ailendolin]

Live reaction to TRoP 2x04

I am actually so glad Amazon is releasing the episodes weekly now because I love the anticipation beforehand and all the speculation about what happens next. So let's see what episode 4 has in store

Elrond in Mithlond! We're off to a great start here. I've missed my sweet summer child in episode 3

Galadriel, please, you have no right to be even the slightest bit bitchy right now after the Sauron shit you pulled

thank Eru Elrond is having none of it. I love how unapologetically he stands his ground and refuses to engage with her childish passive-aggressiveness

epic camera shots are epic and very LotR-reminiscent

also can I just say that I love how they're including the map to help the viewer get a grasp on where the characters are?

new elves! And they have names! I have a feeling they won't survive this journey but still, hello new elves!

man I just want to give Elrond a hug. He's trying so hard and given everything that's happened it's completely understandable why he won't trust Galadriel and Nenya, and I hate that this sets him up for failure

oooooh is it Tom Bombadil time? I can't believe this show made me feel excited about a character that I couldn't have cared less about when I read the books. I blame Bear McCreary and his beautiful music

lol Tom is like one of those burrowing animals that accidentally throws dirt at someone behind it while digging

Old Man Willow desert equivalent - does Tom Bombadil just naturally attract malevolent trees?

oh I'm so glad Nori and Poppy are okay and landed together wherever they are

those two need to meet Elrond. Given their tendencies to jump off cliffs, I think they'd get along splendidly

omg Nobody! I love you! You are adorable! And your name is Merimac! Gods, I hope they'll keep you around

lol not Nori third-wheeling and being jealous

desert halflings my beloveds! Look at them! They're so different from what we've known and yet them living in holes and the children sitting around listening to stories is so beautifully familiar. I love this so much

oh they're Stoors! And they don't like the Dark Wizard. Got it. I don't like the Dark Wizard either but damn I love watching Ciarán Hinds play him

"You should not be waking." :) I still can't believe how much I love Tom Bombadil already

GOLDBERRY!

that flame trick was neat

omg his little hedgehog teapot! I want one!

oh no this is where we say goodbye to my new elf friends, don't we? The Barrow-downs. I always loved this part in FotR

"Fear not. Dead men are no threat." Famous last words

shit those are the horses from the messenger Gil-galad sent, right?

the Barrow-wights are giving me PotC-vibes and I'm here for it

please let Camnir survive this. Please let Camnir survive this

thank you, Elrond. I knew I could count on you

also yay for him being a bookworm and knowing how to fight the Barrow-wights

and we're back in Pelargir. Have I mentioned that I don't really care about Theo (yet)? I love that Arondir and Isildur are teaming up, though

Estrid, I don't like you. Please go away. Or get trampled by an Ent

or found out by Arondir. That works as well

have I mentioned that I miss Bronwyn?

Arondir, you're a kinder man (elf) than me. I would have let Estrid faceplant right into the dirt

lol Isildur is such an idiot and I love him for it. The way he got sucked into the mud and pulled Arondir along with him was so funny

hello mud worm! I love how many different creatures we're getting in this show

the cave art! Omg it's beautiful and perfect!

"We don't have a home." This is such a sad sentence and reminds me of the dwarves (and especially Bofur) in the Hobbit movies

Galadriel, I'm sorry, but Elrond just told you he is trying his best to save Celebrimbor (and certainly feels overwhelmed by and terrified of such a task) and you're saying all elves carry such burden? Are you serious?

fuck me, not Elrond getting captured in her vision. Is he going to be forced to watch Celebrimbor get tortured / killed?

I will not be okay if / when that happens. Just saying

also I absolutely adore Camnir and you can bet I am already thinking about writing a fic about him and Elrond

not surprised by Estrid's stunt

shoot her, Arondir. Do us all a favour and shoot her

or maybe she actually is stupid enough to get herself trampled by Ents. One can hope

getting smacked is good too

Arondir, please, was it necessary to stop the nice Entwife?

damn those shots of the Ents look pretty

also did anyone ever think we'd get to see an Ent and Entwife together? Because I didn't and my heart is full.

oh that scene between Arondir and Winterbloom was beautiful

the orcs look so good in this series. I'm so glad we went back to prosthetics

I love how calm Elrond is. He is always careful not to rush into anything, always waits and sees and it keeps saving all their asses

NO! Fuck, are you kidding me? Not Camnir. Please, not him

okay, I have forgiven you for everything you've ever done wrong, Galadriel

and I have so many Elrond and Camnir ideas right now, holy shit, that scene was everything

that flaming arrow move was badass

oh this is how she will get captured

yessss hello Adar! I've missed you! Time for Sauron's exes to team up and wreak havoc

his greeting, I can't. Perfect. I love him so much

what a great episode!

[sixlane]

Life and Death

Jegulus microfic | 1.2k words | Mr & Mrs Smith au pt. 2 | pt. 1, pt. 3

The mission hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. It should’ve been a routine package transport, nothing out of the ordinary, except that when they arrived at the dropoff location, they’d been met with 10 armed operatives hell bent on killing them and stealing whatever it was they were transporting.

That’s how James finds himself bleeding out in the backseat as Regulus pushes the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get them somewhere safe while simultaneously losing their attackers.

“James I swear to god if you die I with fucking kill you,” Regulus yells over the roaring engine and squealing tires. “Keep pressure on the wound you fucking idiot!”

James groans as he presses harder on his leg where the bullet entered. Everything’s going a bit fuzzy so he keeps forgetting what he’s doing. If they hit his artery he’s screwed.

“Come on, James, eyes open!” Regulus snaps his fingers, flitting his eyes back and forth between the road and James in the rearview. His brows are pinched in concern and his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. James is pretty sure he’s hallucinating at this point, though. 

“Keep your eyes on the road or you’ll kill us both,” James grits out. They’re speeding around sharp curves on the outskirts of a town in the Italian countryside, but it’s not somewhere James recognizes. He stopped hearing gunshots about five minutes ago so he’s pretty sure they lost whoever was chasing them, but if James doesn’t get sewn up soon he won’t make it out of this one.

Regulus lets out an incredulous laugh, “you’re really going to critique my driving skills right now? Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, love, you’re doing gr— FUCK!” They hit a bump that jostles James’ leg and it feels like he’s on fire, burning up from the inside. It’s all a bit too much. He’s fading fast. 

“James?!” Regulus calls out. “James don’t you dare pass out we’re almost there just hang on five more minutes.” 

“Just gonna take a little nap, love,” James slurs, not totally in control of himself. “You’ve got me.” It’s the last thing he remembers before it all goes dark.

When James cracks his eyes open, he’s met with crimson-stained porcelain. He’s in a bathtub, he thinks, and there is blood… everywhere. That’s when the panic sets in.

James can feel his heart rate spinking as his breathing turns short and shallow. He’s alone in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize and he needs to get his feet under him but god why does his leg feel like it’s been put through a woodchipper? He looks down, taking stock of his body.

He’s naked from the waist down, and there’s a hastily sewn up hole in his upper thigh. It all comes back to him then. 

Fuck

Where is Regulus?

All of a sudden,

Footsteps down the hall.

Scissors on the counter.

He doesn't think. 

He just grabs and throws.

The blades arc through the air and imbed themselves in the wall centimeters away from a head of black curls. If Regulus didn’t have the reflexes of a cat they’d be in his eye.

He stands there for a moment, one cup of something hot in each hand. He looks at the scissors, then at James, who is half propped up on the edge of the tub and breathing hard. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” he deadpans.

“Shit I’m so sorry, are you oka—”

“It’s fine, James,” Regulus interrupts. “You’re in a heightened state of awareness and your adrenaline is doing the thinking. I would’ve done the same thing. Sit back down.”

James collapses back into the tub and his leg throbs in protest. He bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper. He’s been shot a few times before but it never gets easier.

Regulus sits on the edge of the tub and offers him a cup. “Tea?” He’s so calm. Always the one holding it together for the both of them. James has a brief flashback of the car chase, Regulus on the verge of tears, but he pushes it away.

“Thank you,” James croaks, reaching to take the cup. He wraps his hands around the warm drink but he’s shaking too badly to keep the liquid inside. It sloshes over the edge, burning his fingers. “Shit.”

“Let me,” Regulus says, taking the cup back. He holds it to James’ lips before tipping it slightly.

James makes an obscene noise when the warm liquid slides down his sore throat. In this moment it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Regulus sets the cup down, then reaches out to run his thumb across James’ cheekbone, trying to dislodge some dried blood, probably. The concern from the car is seeping back into his features and he runs his eyes over James from head to toe, a reminder that James is completely bare apart from his blood soaked t-shirt. Oh well, Regulus can look if he wants to.

“How bad was it?” James asks.

Regulus’ eyes snap back to meet James’ and he schools his features into something more neutral, but James doesn’t miss how he’s twirling his wedding band with his thumb, a nervous habit he’s picked up recently. “Pretty bad. The bullet missed your artery, thankfully, but you lost a lot of blood. You’ve been out for two hours.”

“Right,” James says, looking around. “And where are we?”

“Safe house. Should be okay to stay here a few days while you recover.”

James nods. “Thank you for uh… for taking care of me.” He can feel his cheeks heating as he says it. He’s not usually one to get flustered, but something about Regulus watching over him while he’d been unconscious is making him feel gooey inside.

Regulus just shrugs, not breaking eye contact. “You’d do the same for me.” They share the look for a few more seconds, something behind it that neither of them wants to name, before Regulus looks away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

It takes the better part of an hour because James can’t stand without Regulus supporting his full weight, but he finally makes it to bed, clean and wearing new clothes Regulus found in a drawer somewhere. Regulus gave him a few pills to help with the pain and they’re making him sleepy already, the world blurring around its edges.

“Need anything else?” Regulus asks as he fluffs James’ pillows behind him.

“Mm good,” James responds, though it’s barely audible. 

“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.” Regulus moves toward the door, but before he can get too far James catches his wrist.

“Stay? Please? Don’t wanna be alone.” 

Regulus turns, his expression soft. “Yeah, James, okay. I’ll stay.”

He moves around the bed to come up behind James, but he doesn’t get under the covers. 

After a few minutes, when he thinks James is asleep, Regulus runs a delicate finger down his back, tracing the hills and valleys of his spine. He lets out a shuddering exhale, one he’d been holding back for a while it seems, and James finally drifts off to soft touches and Regulus’ warmth at his back.  

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

Sebastian x Asexual! Reader - Coming out as asexual

Hi! My assessments are finally done (whoop). To get back into the swing of things I am writing one of my own ideas before focusing on getting through the requests :)

The story is gender neutral for the reader by the way, so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! I made it sort of as an indulgence to myself, so if you are asexual you may not fully relate as it is a spectrum

I made a list on my kofi for a list of my future ideas (not including requests), so feel free to have a look and see which ones you want to see more!

Not proofread!

I gaze over the lake, feeling the breeze gently flow around me. The sky turning purple and pink as the night creeps in. I feel as though my stomach is in knots, my hands slightly tremoring due to me nerves. Over the past few months I have been thinking more about my sexuality. I always felt a bit out of place whenever my friends in the city mentioned finding someone sexy, or going on about their sex lives - I just never realised why. Since being in a relationship with Sebastian I have thought about it more. I know that I feel attracted to him and hope one day to have a future with him, but the idea of being that intimate just makes me feel uncomfortable.

I know that sex is important in many relationships, and that this might be the reason my relationship ends, but I have to stay true to myself. If I continued to ignore it I would be ruining the trust between Sebastian and I without him ever knowing.

"Hey sweetheart," I hear Sebastian call, walking towards me, "I didn't expect to find you out here. Everything okay?"

I turn towards him, watching as he takes a seat beside me, my throat tightening as my nerves skyrocket. I nod, unable to find the words, desperately trying to build up the courage, turning back towards the lake. I stare out at the peaceful water, using it to try and focus on what I want to say.

"y/n? Are you alright?" Sebastian asks worriedly, before gently placing his hand on my elbow. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his hand on my skin, using it draw my attention away from my increasingly spiralling nerves.

"I-um... shit... I need to speak to you about something," I manage to say.

I feel Sebastian go tense, his body freezes realising the seriousness of the conversation. The silence lingers, my inability to find the words worsening the tension.

"Are you wanting to break up?" Sebastian softly asks.

"No! Well, maybe. It is hard to find the words. Fuck, okay um..." I stumble, glancing back up at Sebastian, his shoulders hunched over, hiding his eyes from mine at my words.

"I am asexual!" I blurt out, not wanting Sebastian to jump to conclusions or to blame himself. I look away from him once more, unable to hold eye contact. "I know that to some people sex is really important in a relationship, and I have recently realised that I don't think I will ever be comfortable being that intimate with someone. I don't feel that sort of attraction, and to me the idea of it personally makes me feel uncomfortable." I ramble, feeling his gaze burn into my skin, as though he was gazing into my soul.

Silence once more lingers, my words ringing in my ears.

"Can I hug you?" Sebastian asks, keeping a soft tone, shuffling closer to me. I nod, my throat tightening once more. I feel him wrap his arms around me, pulling me gently towards him. I rest my head on his shoulder, smelling the faint hints of cigarettes and motor oil in the side of his hoodie. He rocks us slowly from side to side, the comfort calming my nerves.

"I don't care about sex," Sebastian states quietly, pressing a kiss to my head before continuing on, "it may be important to some people, but not to me. I am glad you told me, and I am happy you are discovering more about yourself."

I feel my eyes brim with tears at his words, the love I have for him increasing with his support.

"If I ever, do something that may cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me, okay? I know I am shit with talking at times, but you are important to me y/n. I love you, and I want you to be able to come to me about things without worry. I am in a relationship because I love and care about you as a person."

I choke out a sob, nodding before pulling away slightly. Sebastian gently wipes my tears away, the care and concern in his eyes unwavering.

"I love you too, and I want you to feel comfortable telling me about things as well, even if you worry about what my response may be. I don't want you to feel neglected or regret not experiencing some more physical parts in a relationship."

"I doubt I will. I have two working hands that are good enough," he jokes causing me to let out a light chuckle, "hell, there half a tonne of different sex toys out there if I need them. I spent a while thinking I was never even going to find someone who would be able to put up with my weird work schedule and love me for who I am. If I do feel neglected in anyway, we can talk about it. Even if I am shit at it, I will always try as you are the most important person in my life, y/n."

He pulls me back into his arms, letting the cool breeze surround us as we stay there, enjoying one another's presence, listening to the soft wind and fish in the lake, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off my chest.

Word count: 899

[drewsbuzzcut]

Sorry this blurb is so late😭 I hope yall enjoy!

Warnings: smut

Maybe it’s the way she dressed to impress- black high heels to match with her black crop top that was hidden underneath her very first wag jacket. The brown leather pants that matched the jacket and looked heavenly wrapped around her thighs and ass. Maybe it’s the way he so easily lifted her in his arms with just a single arm, his hand taking up the majority of her back as her legs wrapped around his hips. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s wearing his last name and that sets something off inside of him. Maybe it’s the fact that he just played an amazing playoff game and they’re both high on life. Whatever it is, it’s enough for them to lose all patience in the backseat of the car.

“I’m so proud of you, Jere,” Lyla whispers, straddling his lap and her hands pressed to his cheeks.

Her pants were ripped off in a blinding haze while still in the passenger seat, so her pantie clad core tries to grind over his pant clad bulge. Jeremy’s hands control her eager pace, though, but even he isn’t sure how long he can hold back.

“35 saves! That’s so incredible and you just looked so sexy out there,” Lyla continues, her breath labored from their ravenous kiss moments ago and lip gloss smeared all over his mouth.

“I’m glad you were there to watch. I’m so glad that I have you,” Jeremy whispers, his words shielding his “I love you.”

The girl’s eyes bore into his and she moves her hands to the buttons of his top. With one swift motion, little taps can be heard from the buttons flying and hitting the windows. Right there in front of her eyes is her perfect boyfriend and his sculpted chest just waiting for her lips. Lyla nips and sucks at the skin, thriving off of the soft moans flowing from Jeremy’s mouth. He sounds so melodic, like something that artists would spend hours in a studio trying to create. A line of scarlet red patches bloom along his collarbones, almost one for each of his saves.

Jeremy’s fingers flex over the flesh of her hips and finally gives in to what they really want. He easily rips her panties apart and frees himself from his confinement.

“Fuck,” Lyla gasps as she sinks down on him, his shaft spreading her open in ways she hasn’t grown used to. She doesn’t think she ever will.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good,” the goalie groans, not being able to stop himself from thrusting up into her. His hands keep her hips seated on him, earning a hearty moan from her.

Lyla’s hips buck wildly, letting his mushroomed tip hit at every angle. Her head lulls back, her hair falling out of her purposeful messy bun.

“Fuck yes! Oh my god,” she chants, her fingers digging the meat of his strong shoulders.

His cock splits her open making the girl shiver as she continues to move against him. Her grip starts to lessen, much like her body as it turns into jelly as she gives in to the pleasure. Her arousal coats his length and he finds himself getting lost in the wonder that is his lustful girlfriend. Everything about her is ethereal. Her hair sticking to her skin, her eyes turning into drunken green orbs, and her chest heaving for air that’s no longer existent in the hot car.

“You’re taking me so well, Ly. You’re such a fucking good girl,” Jeremy grips her throat and pulls her close, so he can whisper in her ear. His words pull her orgasm front and center; it looms in her tummy waiting for the green light.

“More. More,” Lyla whimpers, fire filling her veins and pumping in her ears.

Jeremy ruts into her, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He pulls her chest to his as she falls apart in his arms. Lyla pushes a hand into his thick hair, trying to stay anchored as her orgasm sweeps through her body. Her slick walls start collapsing around him and she crashes her lips on his. The girl moves erratically to savor every toe curling moment of her release.

“Yes! Yes!” Lyla chants. The warmth of him shooting thick ropes inside of her igniting another insatiable spark.

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asks once they both start to calm down. He kisses on the hollow of her neck while his hands rub soothingly at her back.

Her hand is still tangled in his locks while the other slides down the fogged up window. Her body still shakes from exertion and ecstasy.

“You make me feel so good,” she finally whimpers, her lips finding his again.

They fall back into each other, tongues curling around each other and sharing their last puffs of air.

Pulling away, they stare into each other’s eyes. There is so much love being shared through their simple glance, but it seems to get lost in translation. It’s there, though, on the tips of their tongues.

[stellarboystyles]

Eclipse

actress!oc and actor!harry blurb

"Babe, car's here!" Harry shouts, slowly jogging up the stairs to check on "Almost done?"

"Almost." she utters quietly, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"No rush, love." he reassures, adjusting his watch. "We're early this year."

"For once." she mumbles, putting in her last earring. "I'm just glad we don't have a team here this time."

"Me too." he agrees. "M'sick of people in our damn house."

She laughs at his lighthearted remark. Usually when getting ready for award shows, especially ones like this, most people will gather a whole team; assistants, manager, stylists, and sometimes designers to make sure everything is how it should be and everyone's on schedule.

Basically, every event is treated like a fucking wedding and Paxton is sick of it.

Despite the nature of her job, she's is an introvert. Plain and simple. She needs alone time to recharge and just be. And when you're a critically acclaimed actress who never takes a break (even when she's supposed to), you don't get recharge time. You don't get to just be a human on her couch. It's always her own doing, of course. But don't worry, Harry forces her to relax every once in awhile.

"I'm honestly over all that right now."

"Think we just need some alone time." he tries, raising an eyebrow at her through the wall. Even though he hasn't seen her yet there's already a little thrill inside him.

She takes one more look after smoothing her dress down. "I'm ready now."

"Oka-woah."

Harry never fails to bask in how attractive she is, and Paxton never fails to feign annoyance from it. She rolls her eyes and he's already objecting.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." he bites, hands in his pockets as he strolls over to her. "I'm allowed to look."

"I didn't say anything."

"But you wanted to."

"And how would you know?"

"Love, no offense but I know you well enough to know what you're thinking most of the time."

"Yeah, I know." she grumbles.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means it annoys me."

"I know it does." he stands behind her in front of the mirror she's using and throws her a wink. "Why do you think I do it so much."

"You are so-"

"I'm what?" he pushes, faces inches away from each other. "Sexy? Smart? Charming? Funny? Attractive?"

"All of the above."

They're both smiling as she pulls him into a kiss in front of the mirror. It started out innocent.

For her.

He quickly tries to deepen the kiss, finding her hips. His palms try to snake down but her rationality steps in before his in the form of a giggle and a push on his chest.

'C'mon." he whines.

She can't deny him for very long. Never was able to. He radiates this essence of sex sometimes that she can't explain. It's almost addictive, like she has to have it if the mood is right.

The mood is always right with him.

"We have to go."

He picked up on Paxton's thinning resolve rather quickly, and decided to use it to his advantage.

"My love." he's speaking into her ear, the sultry voice filling her head. "Am I really gonna be crucified for fantasizing about kissing..."

He kisses her ear. She has to fight her eyes from closing in pleasure. His eyes lock on hers for a moment through the mirror and she has to hold her pride.

And holding,"

He squeezes her hips.

It takes everything in her not to exhale too loudly.

"And touching,"

One of his hands moves to smooth down from her ribcage, stopping just below her belly button.

"And fucking," he growls into her ear this time. "My gorgeous fiancée?"

"Later."

He glares at her in the mirror, because he knows she's right.

"You win this round." he kisses her head one more time before taking her hand.

She won the next round, too. Nine VMA's! Harry was so incredibly proud of her. Being her plus one is his favorite thing to do these days.

"Are we getting takeaway?"

"No." Harry laughs, shaking his head sliding his hand around her waist as they walk out of the venue and into the car. "You think I'm not taking you out when you look this good? Hell no. We're goin' out."

Paxton had a love hate relationship with the level of charm Harry had. It was so high at times she wasn't sure why he still tried so hard to impress her after two years of being together.

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want." he kisses the top of her head before opening the door of the car that was waiting for them.

"I want sushi."

"Nobu it is."

He can sense her hesitance of going to somewhere so public. He knows she'd rather go to some hole in the wall in...different outfits, obviously. So he changes the subject.

"So," he holds up one of her moonmans. "Are we going to have to dedicate a whole room for these things, or..."

"Stop." she gushes, as if to say, that's ridiculous. "We're not those people."

"What's that mean?"

"No." she giggles. "We do not need a room for Oscar's."

"Oscar's, Grammy's, Golden Globes, Brits-"

"Can't we just put them in the studio?"

They shared the same look and laughed.

"Maybe we do need a room for these things."

She scrunches her nose in response. It was a weird feeling, coming to terms with little things like that. But he was looking at her in the most adoring way.

"Don't look at me like that."

"What?" "Am I not allowed to look at my gorgeous fiancée-"

"Are you crazy?" she gasps, gingerly hitting him on the shoulder, gesturing toward the driver.

"He's inner circle, relax." he mumbles.

"Inner circle is exactly how things get out."

"Am I that much of a dick that you don't want people to know you're marrying me?"

"That's not true and you know it."

"All these people that we know, our friends." "They're so happy, then they go public and it's too much."

"Everyone already knows." he argues. "Since when have you ever cared about what people think?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Exactly."

"I don't. I mean, I try not to. But when they're in your face screaming that you're-"

"Don't." he interjects, shaking his head with a wince. "I don't care. They're jealous."

"I know. I'm just scared."

"You don't need to be."

"Your heart 's too good." he lays his head on her shoulder. "That's your problem."

He was right, and she knew that deep down. Was life really worth living if it was only behind closed doors? Staying in hiding simply because she didn't want people to gossip seems pretty coward like at the end of the day.

They knew the strength level of their relationship. It could never be torn down by some petty comments on the internet.

"I don't want to pretend anymore."

[starlightshadowsworld]

So I see you’ve watched Sk8 the infinity! I’m glad you seem to enjoy it! I know you really love Lange and Reki, but is it alright if I ask you about your thoughts on the other characters? Like Cherry, Joe, Shadow, Miya, Adam, Snake, etc?

I remember watching that show when ep 11 came out and I had a brain rot about that show for MONTHS! So glad Season 2 has been announced!

Season 2's been announced?

Damn I be making great timing lol.

Sure of course it's alright to ask.

Ima just get this out the way, I hate Adam. I hate him. I can sympathise with his back story. And I find his past with Joe and Cherry intresting.

But man everytime he's on he's onscreen I am uncomfortable.

I'm glad he regained his love for skating but dear god stay away from these kids.

Snake, I don't particularly like him. But I find him and his motivations intresting. The insight he has into Adam and who he is, the fact he's his mentor in a way.

His entrance into S was amazing. I like how his conversation with Reki helped Reki realise his passion for skateboarding.... Really wish he hadn't taken him into a love hotel for that conversation though.

Cherry is great. I may have geeked over Carla a wee bit, I think Carla as a concept is so cool.

I love how Cherry tries to exude this image of refinement and prestigue... That gets immediately destroyed when Joe shows up.

I love the bond they have, I'd like to know more about their past. I absolutely get why Cherry wanted to race Adam and holyshit that race.

Joe is great. I love how both of them are mentors to the kids, but especially Joe. Seeing him reach out to Reki when he was at his lowest, because he understands is great.

Because as much as they try to paint Joe as a "simple minded gorilla" he's got a ton of heart and he's very smart. And I like that Cherry knows that, I just love seeing them interact and bicker.

May be starting to ship Joe and Cherry.

I love Miya. Miya is definitely one of my favourite characters. He's such a little nerd. I love seeing him with everyone else because you know he's having fun.

There's something to be said that Adam could've become Miya if he regained or never lost Joe and Cherry.

Miya is everyone's snarky little brother, seeing him open up and have friends is just great. When he convinced those women that Joe was his dad and Cherry was his mum 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼.

Absolutely broke my heart when he told Reki he was breaking his promise to him.

Because it shows how much Reki and the others mean to him, he's afraid of losing them. I don't blame Miya or Shadow for their involvement in that.

Was it mean? Yes, but I think they'd have stopped if they knew how much it was affecting Reki.

Because they've made jokes like this at each other constantly and everyone was okay with it. I think they'd regret it if they knew.

I absolutely love Shadow. Shadow went from the enemy to stressed out single parent and we love to see it.

He didn't adopt these kids, they signed the papers and showed up at his house.

He's a great rep for alt people, looks scary but is soft on the inside. His crush on his co-worker is adorable, I love that his day job is as a florist it's sweet.

I love that for all he says he truly cares about them.

And not on the list but Manager Oka, love him. I love how he's always keeping an eye on Reki and Langa. His talk with Reki after the fight, I like him he's good.

Apologises this was quite long 😅.

[ms-kio]

The Ghostly Foxes Aren't Special

Urokodaki & Students X My Hero Academia! 772 Words

Even in his grave, Urokodaki wept. He wept for the children who died under his care, the small ray of hope being his only two living students. "Urokodaki-san?" The man opened his deathly eyes to see a fox mask, one of his own. This one was olive green, fading to white towards the bottom. The bright red nose and mouth were feminine, while the eyes took on a more masculine look, dark lavender in color.

"Ah, you're awake. Don't blame yourself for us, you did what you could. To me, that is the most beautiful thing a human can do." Ah, Kio. He was an interesting character. The boy had always been fascinated with humans and their 'beauty'. Sakonji didn't pretend to understand him, and Kio didn't try to explain. It was fine like that. Kio was wearing his cloud haroi- the same one he gave all his students- as well as a belt for his katana and a long red rope. No matter how many times he asked, Kio would never tell him what it was for.

There was another boy crouching next to Kio, who had white hair with black roots. His mask was completely white, with small red spider lily petals scattered around. The eyes were completely black with red irises, maroon veins branching from the bottoms of the eyes. For the mouth, unlike the others, the teeth were bared and bloody, showcasing the gums.

This was Haise. He was a kind and meek boy most of the time, but his split personality- Kaneki- was brutal, vulgar, and prone to bursts of anger. Urokodaki recalled the boy cracking his fingers frequently, often having to wrap his hands whenever he broke them.

Behind the two boys stood a blonde girl- Kirari- her hair braided into two hoops on her sides. She was a cruel and cunning girl, and magnificent at games and gambling. Reading people came extremely easy to her, as well as manipulation. Sakonji could easily describe her as ambitious, often asking about the other slayers and Hashira, as well as how to climb the ranks. Her mask had a blue nose and mouth, with scattered rose gold spades, hearts, clubs and diamonds across the cheeks. The pupils of the eyes were a spade and a heart, the whites fading from white to gray towards the edges. They had small gold lashes, which would glimmer in the darkness, if Urokodaki recalled correctly.

Behind them were all the other children, including; a blonde boy who always held a notebook, a brunette who loved shopping and using hammers to hit her enemies, a broccoli haired boy who could never seem to keep his bones intact, and a dark blue haired girl with spider stockings and gloves. Sakonji turned to see his four latest disciples: Tanjiro, Giyu, Sabito, and Makomo. And when Urokodaki opened his arms for a hug, all fifty-seven of them rushed in, the silence filling with tears and laughter. "I'm so glad you all forgive me." The teacher said to his students, once everyone calmed down.

Of course, Sensei." Kirari spoke up. "You saved all of us," she gestured to the crowd, "even from ourselves." Haise dipped his head, while Oka fidgeted with her hands.

After a few minutes of casual conversation and the others getting to know Tanjiro and Giyu, they quickly dubbed Tanjiro the 'Sunshine Child' of the 'Cloud Corps'. But soon after that, the fog around them started to lift. The sky opened up to daytime, the sun hanging high above them. "My gosh- don't stare at it!"

: : :

Urokodaki was still reeling at the fact that he was walking on living land, having gone through nearly all of his tea. His students have all decided to sleep in trees, aside from Tanjiro, who couldn't because of his arm. The boy felt terribly guilty, but after some reassurance from his fellow water breathers, he let himself sleep in the house. They felt, out of all of them, Tanjiro deserved it the most, especially after all the shit he went through. Though, Tanjiro insisted on helping whenever he could. Whether that be making Urokodakis tea, or weaving hammocks for the others.

Everyone else was out training with Giyu, warming up for their excursion to the modern-looking city about twenty miles out. The mask maker and his students had all figured out that they had traveled through time, the question to answer now was: 'why?'

~ ~ ~

Hizashi Yamada was on his evening patrol, when he noticed something. There were eyes on him. He couldn't spot who was watching him, but the presence was unnerving. like a hunter stalking its prey.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

hi hello tell me more about spiderman davey.

SO GLAD YOU ASKED AHHH

*miles morales voice* Let’s do this one last time:

At the end of the year of his Junior year in high school, students with the highest science and math grades get invited to a field trip to see Oscorp or whatever the newsies equivalent of that would be (I don’t have all the answers unfortunately) and Davey goes and gets bitten by a spider blah blah we KNOW the deal

The summer before Senior Year is uneventful, just hot lazy days spent saving for college, working at Mr. Jacobi's bodega-slash-deli with his best friend Jack Kelly (who have been inseperable since the sixth grade) (if Davey has been secretly in love with him for as long as he can remember THAT IS HIS BUSINESS), Oh, and branching out into vigilantism, saving the city from imminent danger and petty crime, figuring out his new powers, etc. ya know, the ush.

The fall semester rolls around and Davey's friends have made their opinions on the friendly nieghorhood spiderman very clear. Katherine loves anything her dad hates, on principal, and thinks the articles he writes trying to paint him as a villain are distasteful. Race thinks Spider-Man is badass. Charlie admires the heroics. Most surprisingly, though, Jack isn't his biggest fan because "I kick some guys ass for beating on Charlie and I could get sent to juvie. He does it and he's a hero?"

Davey tries to stay neutral about it all because duh he's spiderman and no one can know. When Oscar and Morris push him around he obvs COULD take any of them to the floor but he wouldn't because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself. (Jack, after Oscar pushes Davey into the lockers: TRY THAT AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE SEEING THROUGH A BLACK EYE BIIIITCH)

One day they're at Mr. Jacobi's. Davey is at the register while Jack stocks up. Davey's spidey-senses go off and he asks Jack to cover for him for a bit. Jack is wary because Davey's been... off and unusually disfocused, flaky these past few weeks, but he's come to expect it. So he agrees. Davey goes off to fight some super down the road or smth and in his absence, Jack gets robbed.

Davey returns to work to see a stranger pointing a gun at Jack and swings into action (literally) and saves Jack as Spider Man.

Spider Man leaves before Jack can properly thank him and wouldn't you know it Davey is suddenly back on the scene and "Oh my GOD you got ROBBED?? Are you oka--WAIT THE SPIDERMAN SAVED YOU?"

And suddenly Jack has changed his tune when it comes to Manhattan's fave super hero.

Which. If Davey's being honest, he doesn't mind hearing Jack gush about him at length (even is he doesn't know it's... him). Davey kind of likes listening to Jack's ravings of "Oh he was so funny, actually. You'd think someone like that would have an ego but he was actually so humble?? God, and he's TALL--the pictures I get of him for The World don't do him justice." He doesn't mind it.

At first.

Because as we all know, when Jack Kelly puts his mind to something he will NOT shut the fuck up about it and he has been dead set on trying to meet spiderman again so he can "thank the guy properly". In fact, Jack's dumbass has been so distracted by his infatuation with spiderman that he's been walking into traffic, taking wrong turns on his walk home and ending up in dicey neighborhoods, and thank GOD Davey's always with him to prevent disaster because--

"Wait a second. Are you TRYING to get into trouble so spiderman will come and save you again?"

"ppppssshhh whaaaat? No! That's stupid--"

(that is 100% what Jack is doing.) (It doesn't work. For obvious reasons.)

And Davey laughs in disbelief like "I can't with you. Be safe on your shift. I'll see you tomorrow." BUT HOHOHOOOOO my boy has PLANS and you will NEVER GUESS who the fuck shows up to Jack's shift at Mr. Jacobi's that evening? Yeah it's spiderman.

Jack thanks him and they get to talking "Thanks for what you did. Not every day the guy you spent the last six months shit talking saves your ass."

Davey Jacobs can't stick up for himself at school, for fear of being found out. Even before that, he could never find the nerve to fight back to the Delancey brothers, or to tell Jack how he really felt. But with when he puts the mask on? Hoooooo boiiii he has the freedom to be the version of himself he;s always wanted to be: he's witty against these idiot villains and charismatic with the people he saves. So with his newfound courage he says:

"Not every day I save someone as handsome as you."

And that's where Davey went wrong because if Jack was annoying before, he's INSUFFERABLE now, and their lunch table can't go a single day without Jack bringing up his date that wasn't a date with spiderman and Race insinuates Jack might have a little crush and Davey snaps: "Can we please just shut up about that stupid bug?"

and it's Race, who is a little shit, so he smirks. "I though you liked old spidey?"

"in moderation."

and now Davey is jealous of himself. which is totally fun and enjoyable and not miserable at all.

Despite wishing he had the strength to be the person he was behind the mask without it, Davey finds himself visiting Mr. Jacobi's as spiderman more and more often, just to hang out with Jack. He loves it, because he loves Jack. But it's also sort of sad in a sense because he realizes in the half a year he's spent being spiderman, he hasn't had time to be a kid. To spend time running the school newspaper with Katherine. To sit on the rooftop of Davey's apartment with Jack and watch the city below them and talk about their future--about the apartment they're going to get together one day, where Davey will write for one of the local newspapers and Jack will fill the walls with his art.

And as much as he loves spending time with jack as spiderman, he can't help but mourn the loss of the little he gets with him as Davey. He can't help but notice the growing distance, and it's all his fault. HIs grades are slipping, he's losing his best friend, and honestly, he isn't even sure he's really making a notable difference in the city. And even though Davey's wearing a literal mask, Jack has always been able to see right though him.

"What's wrong?"

And Davey tries to lie. "Nothing."

"You know, you remind me of my best friend."

"How so?"

"He's a terrible liar, too."

And Davey lets it out--in his own, vague way. "I just... I've got the--powers. The suit. The mask. But underneath it all... I don't feel like much of a hero. When I go home tonight, I'm still going to be just an idiot kid who is way in over his head."

And that's when Jack takes spiderman by the hand and leads him to the alley behind the deli. "I wanna show you something."

and Davey's breath catches in his throat at the mural before him--spiderman with a million colors dancing around his silhouette. And Jack takes Davey's gloved hands. "You might not agree, but this is how New York sees you. How I see you." And Davey is SO overwhelmed he tries to run away but Jack grabs his hand, pulls him close, slides his hands under the bottom of his mask--

"I--" Davey tries to protest.

"Don't worry," Jack assures him. "I ain't gonna take it off, I just... If I don't do this I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life."

And then Jack slides Davey's mask up to his nose and kisses him.

"Well don't you just look like the cat that caught the canary," Katherine says to Davey at the courtyard the next morning. "You finally tell Jack you're in love with him."

Davey rolls his eyes. "Sure. And I also found the holy grail this morning before school."

"Okay, strike one for me. No to the feelings. You finally tell him you're spiderman?"

"I mean, I've thought about it, but at this point I think it'd do more harm than--" and then Davey realizes. He looks at Kath, who looks just as surprised as he does.

"Hoooooly shit. I mean... I thought--you're always running off, and at the football game when that sand guy--no one could find you, but you're actually--!"

He claps a hand over her mouth. "Don't tell Jack."

and tbh that's all that I've got BUT other misc stuff I figure:

Medda would be the Uncle Ben character (which PAINS me, but could also tie in to Jack's waryness of spiderman??)

Jack works for The World as a photographer, but after developing his crush convinces Pulitzer to let him take pictures of spiderman

There's a Big Bad B-Plot but idk what lmao

ANGST!! Davey being sad about Jack being in love with SpiderMan but not with Davey because my boy would overthink the SHIT out of this

A conversation between SpiderMan and Jack where Jack brings up Davey "Davey's my... We're best friends." "And... that's all?" (is jack BLUSHING???) "I uh, it's not like that. We... I love him to death, but he's been so. Weird lately. Pulling away. I wanna talk to him, but. He ain't like me. He's smart. He's going to college. He's the greatest guy I know, but... guys like me don't end up with guys like him." cue more Davey overthinking

Katherine, after finding out, becomes Davey's "guy in the chair"

Katherine and Davey get secretive bc. hero shit. and Jack thinks they're secretly dating "You know, Davey... If you and Kath are in love, you can tell me" Davey: ????? "What gives you that impression?" "You two are always sneaking off. It's pretty obvious." "I--no. it's not like that at all--" "Well it sure seems like that" "Why do you even care? Aren't you going steady with the bug guy?" "His name is--" "You don't even know his name! You don't know the first thing about this guy and you're mooning over him like some fanboy." "Yeah, well I know he's there when I need him!" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Don't act like you don't know. Like you haven't spent the last few months prepping to leave me here, while you're over in princeton or yale or wherever the hell you're going off to." "The fact that you think I could ever go on without you-- Jack how do you not know..." "Not know what?" "Nothing..."

Eventually Big Bad would find out Davey's identity and use Jack against him and there's a Big Battle at the end where Jack has to watch spiderman get the crap kicked out of him and the mask slowly falls off and when Jack realizes it's Davey he just LOSES IT

I have no idea how this ends :)

THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR NOW FOLKS