#hi shou 💖💖

[joz-yyh]

I am making a compilation post of some of my favorite, "Mashita taking charge, getting shit done, being a good boyfriend," moments.

SPOILERS FROM DEATH MARK 2 UNDER THE CUT!!

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▪️ First up is from Ch. 6 (The Departed's Wrath) Featuring Shou!!

Mashita knows Yashiki so well. He already took care of business to make sure Shou stayed safe unless the worst case scenario happened so he would have no regrets. My hero! 🥺🙏💕💕💕

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▪️ The next few are from Ch. 7 (The Departed's Wedding)

For the sake of brevity, I cover one of the longer ones in this post

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Bro actually said, "No babe, you have a weak constitution and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. Let me handle this. It's dangerous." And then he made sure he got Yashiki the right one he wanted. A truly chivalrous man. 🏆 💖✨👏✨

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Man narrowly escaped death and the first thing he does is call his partner to let him know he's OK. 😭❣️💌 And offer some encouraging words of course! 🗣️ 📞

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Might add more to this list. If you have any suggestions of your faves from DM2, feel free to comment and I'll add it~

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▪️ I rant out of room, but honorable mention from Ch. 5 -> HERE!! (thanks again for the rec @hungryhannya)! 🥰 🥰 🥰

[wardenparker]

In the Heights, part 2

Maxwell Lord x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 10.1k   Warnings: Domestic fantasies/fluff, friends to lovers, Alistair being adorable, food/alcohol mentions, cursing. Fingering, vaginal sex, protected sex, praise/worship. Summary: Your relationship with Max grows quickly after that fateful night. Notes: Part 2 of 2! Max deserves nice things, too, and I will not apologize for that 💖 Again, apologies for any missed typos or the like. I'm still on a buttload of cold medicine. Thanks for reading!

Max’s heart is in his throat as he takes your hand to lead you to his bedroom. The last woman he had kissed had been Barbra, and it hadn’t been under the most honest of circumstances. The last woman he had slept with? Well, he didn’t want to admit to that.

Your identical apartments make it easy to navigate in the darkness of night, as Max flips off each switch as you follow the hall to the master bedroom. “It’s okay.” You murmur quietly, convinced that this time you did see his hand shake as he shut off the light. “I’m nervous, too.”

“It– it has been a long time for me.” He admits quietly, trying not to let himself feel guilty for not being a more accomplished lover.

“For me, too.” The last light is the one in his bedroom and that one is flipped on instead of off, letting him see you smile softly. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if it’s too much. We can just lay in bed and talk and maybe have a kiss goodnight, if that’s what you want.”

“I think we would both be disappointed.” Max squeezes your hand and shakes his head. “I think we have waited long enough, no?” If you changed your mind, he would respect that, but he wants to touch you.

“Oh, definitely.” Your fingers lace through his and your smile turns beaming. “I was just trying to be considerate.”

Instead of saying something, Max steps closer to you and leans in, dropping his lips onto yours. Starting another kiss that makes his toes curl and his cock twitch.Wiping hesitation from your mind, your back bends to accommodate the kiss, welcoming him closer and bringing him tight against you with one arm. The other hand grasps blindly for his door knob to give you both privacy. When the door clicks shut, he pushes you against it. Pressing against you while he gropes for the lock. His other hand on the back of your neck as his tongue slides into your mouth.

The whimper it earns him is deep, coming up from somewhere in the vicinity of your toes and rolling along your spine until your whole body is on fire with wanting. Sliding your tongue along his is like a long-awaited homecoming and you swallow each other’s moans eagerly. Maybe it’s been a while for both of you, but that possibly only makes you all the more enthusiastic.

It feels amazing, holding you close and feeling like he isn’t going to be pushed away and rebuked. Or feel like he hadn’t measured up.

Your fingers are faster than your mind, finding the buttons on his shirt before you can even have the conscious thought of wanting him naked. The fact that that is even a possibility makes you feel like you're about to burst – and makes your hands work even faster.

Max cannot even fathom the luck he must have for this to be possible. His hands ghost up and down your sides before he starts to unbutton your own blouse. “Hermosa.”

Fumbling fingers seem not to care all that much for focus – knowing their task but going about it clumsily as the taste of his lips and the glide of his tongue prove more intoxicating than any drink you could possibly have had at the bar. When the last button on Max’s shirt is finally open you groan in frustration to find another layer underneath – the man wearing a proper undershirt even in the summer heat - and you nudge him back from the door to the bed. “It’s coming off,” you insist, pushing the short-sleeved button up off his shoulders. “Every stitch of it.”

He hums, slightly shuddering when he feels your fingers on his bare shoulder. He should be self conscious, wondering if he is too soft, too hard, too tan for you, but none of those concerns seem to materialize. Not when you look at him like he is a god. Your bra is pretty, practical and when he sees the white lace, it thrills him and his hands come up to cup the weight, feeling it in his hands with a loud groan. "You too, I want– I want to see all of you." He admits breathlessly. "Touch all of you."

"You can." All of you. To hear him shake with the words like they're some kind of gift is so gratifying, and you reach back to undo your bra and cast it aside as easily as breathing. If he wants all of you? He can have every inch. A part of you truly always has been his anyway.

Max has always liked breasts, the sight and feel of them wonderful in his hands or when he noticed a woman’s cleavage. He wasn’t a cad, he didn’t leer, but he is close to leering now. Hands hovering over your skin now that it is bare and feeling the heat radiating off your skin. “Beautiful.” He praises softly. “Perfection.”

Your laugh is so soft that he almost misses it, but the smile on your lips is unmistakable when you step forward to press your breasts into his open, tentative hands. "They're better if you actually touch them."

Max groans and shakes his head, only slightly embarrassed by his near frozen reaction to your bare breasts. “You are teasing me, but I do not mind.” He declares, squeezing them gently before brushing his palms over your nipples.

The truth is that you wouldn't tease him if you didn't find it so endearing, but the explanation is wiped from your mind the second he brushes the hard peaks of your nipples, making you moan. He can explore all he likes - take all night finding out what each of your favorite places to be touched is - but he's damn well going to be naked doing it and your own hands reach for his belt again eagerly.

It had been a long time since someone touched him so eagerly. Genji was as inexperienced as he was, and after a while, her eagerness waned when he proved his attention was elsewhere. Chasing the unattainable.

His legs hit the bed frame first, backs of his knees buckling when he nearly topples over, but his belt hits the floor well before that can happen. That sound - metal clicking on metal and leather thudding on the rug - seems to release all inhibitions. The slow and methodical undressing is instantly over, and you lean forward to claim his lips in a frantic renewed kiss as clothing flies in every direction.

The slacks you are wearing confuse him for a moment, making him growl into your mouth. Why are they zippered on the side of your waist? The kisses don’t break as he fumbles and finally gets the damn things undone without just ripping the pants, although the worst thing would have been if he had tried and failed to rip your clothes off of you. Pushing them down desperately before nearly crying out in pleasure when your hand wraps around his cock.

Your own groan is lower than his, feeling the heft and thickness of him in your hand and luxuriating in the fact that you're actually here with him. "Can't wake Alistair," you remind him between shallow breaths, the sound catching in your throat when you feel his fingers tentatively catch at the dripping entrance of your pussy. "Fuck Max."

“Say that again.” He begs, turning you both so that you roll over onto your back and he is hovering over you. His eyes burn with need as his fingers begin a slow, measured tour around your entrance and up through your folds. Wanting to learn what makes you say his name just like that, so he can do it every time he touches you.

"Fucking hell." He's slowed his pace again, watching every minute expression on your face, and you have to wonder if this is some kind of study he's made of you on other things or if he just desperately wants to hear his name from your lips again. Either way, it slips from you as easily as breathing when two of his fingers slide into your entrance. Your eyes widen and your fingernails dig into his shoulder but "Max!" is clear and desperate as you writhe beneath him.

It’s been so long since Max has held this kind of control. Over himself, over someone else, and he loves it. The groan from the hot clutch of your pussy rubbles out of his throat, several octaves deeper than normal and he curls his fingers up as he pushes them deep. Eager to see how you enjoy the thickness of his digits.

"Fuck–fuck." You might have been the one that reminded him to be quiet but that doesn't mean you aren't going to let him know exactly what he does to you. You spread your legs wider instinctively. He may only have two fingers inside you but it feels like more from how thick they are. All of him is thick, cock included, but you lost your grip on him when he rolled you over and now you're swimming in pleasure. "More," you beg brokenly, hips moving like they have a mind of their own.

He nods even though your eyes are closed. Leaning in and kissing along your shoulder and neck as he slowly starts to push his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. “Te amo, mi amor.” He hasn’t tried to use his native tongue in so long, it feels rusty, foreign in his mouth, although those words seem to come straight from his battered heart.

"Te amo." As easy and honest as the words are, they fill you up and wash over you with a warmth that you can't possibly describe. The crashing of that emotion over your heart is as earnest as the roll of your hips against his hand, and the fingers of one hand come up to thread through his hair and encourage his mouth to explore your body. "Siempre, mi amor." Always.

His kisses scatter over your skin, although he feels the slight pressure of your hand. He lets you guide him, finger still pumping into you easily as he opens you up more, pressing deeper every time your hips roll down. Kissing across your breast, he moans as he takes your nipple into his mouth.

The chain reaction through your body is almost immediate - back arching off the bed, toes curling, and mouth opening to let out the deepest and most indulgent moan that reverberates through the room. The pace of his fingers is perfect, the wet heat of his mouth on your chest making you feel like you might short circuit before he's even inside you. "Just like that," you sigh out, hips rolling down to meet his hand on every stroke. "Oh fuck–fuck– 'm so close baby."

He groans around the stiff peak of your nipple and grazes it with his teeth. Enjoying the way your pussy clenches down around him wildly now. “Cum for me, amor.” He rasps out, sucking on your tit again after managing those words and watching your face intently.

To hear those words from him is something of a miracle, and one that you don't think you will stop being grateful for no matter how many times you hear it. There is no reason to hold back, no propriety you have to obey, only pleasure. Only his voice begging you to flood his hand with liquid heat and bring you that much closer together. It's an incredible thing, to find yourself chasing your peak on his fingers, and your hips take on an erratic speed as you do just that. Uneven breaths become a shuddering gasp in mere minutes and your entire body seems to seize as it bares down on him, that gorgeous tingling in your spine and belly bursting as when you moan his name just the moment before you start to cum.

Besides the moment he held Alistair, this has to be the most beautiful moment of Max’s life. Throbbing against your hip, he swears he could cum himself as he feels your pleasure fill his hand and coat his fingers in a liquid rush of heat. Making him moan your name as your hips jerk in pleasure.

"Max." His name comes in pants as you float back to earth, but your whines are from blissed out pleasure and not a single damn thing else. "Do you—" Thoughts and movements aren't quite lining up, as you point to the bedside table but duck your head to steal a kiss. "Condoms?”

Thanking God that you had thought about that, for Max surely hadn’t, he presses kiss after kiss to your lips and he reluctantly pulls his fingers free from your warmth so he can fumble with the drawer. He had bought some long ago, but it wasn’t like he was using them. Hopefully they were still in date.

You would have sprinted back across the hall to get some from your own room if you had to, but luckily Max comes away from the drawer with a foil packet in his hand. “Perfect,” you hum, still catching your breath as you reach down to wrap your fingers around his cock one more time.

“Shit.” Max hisses, his entire body shuddering from the touch and he can’t help but rock his hips forward. “I don’t– I don’t know how much I will please you.” He confesses quietly. “It has been a long time since I’ve been with someone.”

“Amor…” your free hand cups his cheek, thumb gently running along his jawline to coax him open for a sweet kiss. “I am not suggesting we train for Olympic medals in stamina tonight. I just… I only want to feel you.”

He is comforted by that, hating when he feels inferior as he so often does. “I want to make sure that you enjoy yourself.” He bites his lip and leans in to kiss you again.

If you could, you would promise him you aren’t worried about that. At all. But you’re too busy moaning into his kiss for any words to be coherent. Instead you hitch your leg up on his hip, encouraging him to fill that so e between you — and inside you.

He has to break the kiss, needing to open the packet and roll the protection down his length so that he can finally make love to you. He’s already sweating when he hovers over you on his knees, looking down at you spread out in invitation and he groans softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You have for so many years that it feels like taking a deep breath to finally say so. It feels like bursting, and you don’t mind admitting it in the least.

He moves slowly, savoring the moment as he presses close and starts to break you open on his cock. Rocking forward as he tries to keep his weight off you and kiss you gently.

It’s a big feeling for such a gentle movement. As a grown man, every part of Max is thick. It’s a departure from the lanky, rail thin boy he once was, and this version of him surrounds and fills you in a way you hadn’t expected. He blocks the whole world out – and becomes your whole world. Although you have to admit, as your mouth falls open on a drawn on, bliss filled moan, a part of him always has been.

He’s overwhelmed and groaning with you. It’s the closest to heaven that he’s ever been. His eyes flutter as he continues to stretch you out until he is full seated and panting.

“Need you to move, baby.” As good as he feels fully seated inside you, you have no doubt that it will feel twice as amazing with the friction building in your cunt.

“Okay.” He grunts out, nodding quickly and his hand curls into a fist as he pulls his hips back. Hating pulling out of you, as you are so tight and hot.

“Oh fuck—” As soon as he draws back the wave of pleasure rippling through your body gets stronger, and you whine on the next thrust forward. Your body is aching with wanting him, no part of you more desperate than your grasping pussy.

He rolls his hips forward with slow, determined purpose. His fist is curled still, teeth clenched together as he tries to hold himself back. Wanting to last in this perfect moment for as long as he can. “B–beauti–ful.” He groans.

Wandering hands map his body, committing the peaks and valleys of him to memory. Taking all of him in as you set a slow but steady pace together that promises to be the first of many nights like this. There is no questioning that fact, and you commit yourself to deep kisses and the feeling of home in being in his bed. There is not a moment of this night that isn’t perfect in all its imperfect glory.

Soft grunts and groans accompany every thrust. Barely keeping it together and pushing for more, Max feels like this is probably the pinnacle of his life. Nothing could get better than this. You love him, you want him, your body soft and pliant under his tells him that. Every wordless praise being moaned into his ear makes him stronger.

Giving yourself over to the moment means losing track of everything else. All that matters is the feeling of Max above you - bending your knees back, angling your hips just so, mouthing at your breasts and neck and jaw in alternation with drowning kisses. He surrounds you fully, building you up toward another undeniable peak.

“Please.” His groan is almost a prayer, chanted into your skin as he works you both towards that goal. Hoping he is dragging you along as he tries to touch and feel every part of you. His fingers find your clit as he pushes a hand between you to fumble inelegantly for a moment before he finds the right spot.

"Max–fuck–" Your hips buck when his fingers skate over your clit, legs shaking at the intensity and sensitivity in that nub as you sprint closer to a second orgasm. "So good, baby, you fuck me so good and I'm so close."

He moans, eyes closed as he absorbs the praise, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts to give you that extra sensation. “Wanna feel you amor.” He rasps out next to your ear. “Cum for me.”

For your entire adult life (plus a few years) you would have given anything to hear his voice dip and purr like that. You’ve imagined it so many times that it almost feels surreal. But hearing it for real - close to your ear and punctuated with labored pants and groans all his own - the effect is almost instant. Your body shakes apart at the seams, washing your mind away on a sea of pleasure and letting a torrent of praises loose with his name. If you could fuse the two of you together body and soul, this would be the moment it happened, but as it is you’ll just have to settle for giving him those last pieces of your heart and trusting him to keep them safe.

Choking out an inhuman sound, Max tries to keep from cumming. It’s like trying to hold back an avalanche with a snowboard. Jerking to a stop halfway through a thrust, he slams his hips forward and buries himself in the spasming confines of your body and whimpers your name as his world comes apart at the seams.

His bedroom had been so full of sound only seconds ago, but it quiets to heavy breathing and a few shaky moans after he collapses on top of you, sticky seed collected harmlessly in the condom for tonight. Sometime later you’ll address the keen burst of wishing he had painted your womb with it instead. That is a thought for another day. For now you dust his face and shoulders in kisses and hold him close, cradling his bulk on top of you like a precious treasure.

“Fuck.” Max pants, unable to move off of you even if he knows he is heavy. “That- please tell me you enjoyed it.” He begs, wanting to know that he didn’t disappoint you.

“Baby.” You giggle, unable to keep even false admonishment in your tone. “You’re amazing.”

He sighs in relief, the weight off his mind and he groans as he shifts off of you, hating that he has to pull out. He could sleep inside you. “Good. That is good.”

The two of you roll to your sides, letting go of each other only long enough for him to toss the tied-off condom in the bin by the bed before he turns back to you. “Is it…okay if I stay the night?” At the moment you’re not quite sure you could manage to walk back across the hall, but if he doesn’t want Alistair to ask questions or have any hint of things you’ll respect that fully.

“You want to- of course.” He nods, grinning eagerly as he strides back over and then stops quickly. “Let me get you water.” He decides. “You need it. And some aspirin. I’ll be right back.”

“You need it, too,” you remind him. He was right there beside you at the bar tonight, after all.

He doesn’t put on his underwear because he knows Alistair won’t wake up. He is a very deep sleeper when he finally drifts off.

Max reemerges a few minutes later with a bottle of aspirin and two glasses of water and you grin at him from your place in his bed. “So…” you giggle again quietly. “This happened…”

“This happened.” He can’t help but grin again, glancing down at his flaccid cock and soft belly. “No regrets?”

“Never,” you promise him.

He smiles, slightly self conscious and slips into the bed beside you. “Do you mind if I set an alarm?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t offend you. “I want to be up before Alistair is.” He explains.

“Of course.” The last thing he wants is to surprise his little boy with something so huge and you completely understand that. “I can…go back across the hall? If you want? It's up to you how much he knows or how soon.”

“No.” He is frowning and shaking his head as he slides his arm around you to pull you close. “I don’t want that. I just want to make sure that we tell him, not him discovering us together.”

“You want to tell him right away?” The only other man you had ever dated with a child had insisted on waiting more than six months to tell his little girl, and while you had understood it had made you feel a little bit like a dirty secret. “I—I mean, if that’s what you want, I’m all for it. I just didn’t expect it.”

“I don’t mind telling Alistair.” He frowns slightly. “I think we should. I just want to make sure he understands that dating someone and being in a relationship with them includes respect.”

“Then we’ll tell him tomorrow.” You snuggle into his side, grinning like a maniac. “He’ll probably be thrilled to spend more time with the cat.”

Max snorts and tugs you slightly closer, enjoying the weight and warmth of you on him. “Probably ask you to move in with the cat.”

“One day.” The thought makes you hum happily as he pulls you in. “Maybe not right away.”

“Make sure you actually want to put up with me before that.” He cautions. “Things have changed since we were children.”

“Who knows?” He’s right, but you know in your heart that nothing has changed so much that you don’t still love him. The man who made those mistakes is not the man he truly is. “I might have things about me that you don’t want to put up with.”

"I don't care if you squeeze the toothpaste from the middle or if you snore." Max huffs, rolling his eyes. "You have always been someone I have loved and admired."

“I might snore,” you admit, tucking into his side a little deeper and grinning. “It’s been a long time since anyone was in a position to tell me.”

He hums, and curls himself around you a little tighter. "I'll tell you." He promises with a small laugh.

“Max?” With the light out and him curled around you, the urge to sleep is coming on strong.

"What is it, amor?" He keeps his voice soft, rubbing your back gently.

The honorific makes you smile, lips upturned against his chest. “I’m glad you came out with us tonight.”

"Me too." He can only be grateful that he came out, smiling as he holds you in his arms. "Me too."

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Without the alarm you definitely would have overslept, too comfortable in each other’s arms to want to move anywhere too fast. But because it was set, you're up and making pancakes when Alistair wakes up, happily sipping a cup of coffee with the radio playing quietly in the other room while Max makes bacon beside you.

"Do you like your bacon crispy?" He asks, grateful that you reminded him to put a shirt on when the grease pops and he jumps back. "Or on the limp side?"

“Crispy, please.” Until Alistair wakes up, you’re going to enjoy kissing him and cuddling him, even at the stove.

There is a sense of rightness to cooking with you, a homeyness that he can't replicate no matter how involved he tries to be or how many new cook books he checks out of the library. You just make things better. "Crispy it is." He winks at you and lifts a shoulder. "Maybe a little black if. you distract me with more kisses."

“Oops.” You feign innocence despite not feeling guilty in the least and flip the three pancakes in your pan. “We wouldn’t want that.”

"No, we wouldn't." He drops a kiss on your temple and turns back to his own pan. "Alistair loves pancakes, you are going to win him over first thing."

“Why do you think I suggested it?” It’s just a tease, and a quick batting of your eyelashes, but when you hear little feet hit the floor at the end of the hall you can’t help but smile. “I think he’s finally up.”

"He slept in late." Max checks the clock on the wall next to the phone and then at the doorway where Alistair comes stumbling in, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Hey buddy." He greets his son happily. "Did we bother you?"

“Noooo.” Voice still full of sleep, the little boy stretches in his Star Wars pajamas and looks up at you both. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and bacon.” Max answers with a smile at his sleepy son. “Do you want some scrambled eggs too?”

“Yes p’ease.” He nods and rubs his eyes but never takes his eyes off his father. It’s abundantly obvious to anyone who sees them together, how much Alistair loves his dad. “Can I play with Dantes today?”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Max looks over at you and then moves the pan off the stove to walk over to the boy. “Can I ask you something?” He asks, crouching down and reaching for his son.

“Are you okay, daddy?” Alistair asks, little eyebrows raising in immediate concern.

“Oh yeah.” Max assures him with a serious look. “I’m really good.” He rubs Alistair’s stomach gently and looks back at you. “I wanted to know if you would be alright with me asking your friend on a date.” He poses seriously. “Since I know how much you like her, it’s only fair I ask.”

“Like a fancy date?” Alistair’s eyes light up with vague memories of when his mother would put on dresses and go out to dinner with men or the dates that he saw in movies. “A romantical one?”

“If that’s okay.” Max nods and looks back at you before staring into his son’s soft eyes.

“It has to be someplace nice.” Alistair tells his father as seriously as possible. “She’s a nice lady.”

Max chuckles, nodding quickly. “It will be very nice.” He promises. “Perhaps you could help me pick it out. If you are okay with us dating?” He feels like his son is saying yes, but he wants to be sure.

Alistair nods enthusiastically, but when he turns to you on the other side of the stove, his large eyes are even wider than usual. “Do you want to date my Daddy?” He asks, seemingly a little afraid of the question. Or maybe the answer. The fact that he checks with you – as if you hadn’t been standing here listening the whole time – is so sweet.

“I really do, honey,” you tell Alistair honestly, feeling a wide smile bloom across your face. “I like your dad a whole lot.”

“Yay! He’s a good dad!” He promises you enthusiastically. “He didn’t spend a lot of time with me before but that’s changed and he’s playing with me every night, reading with me, he’s even reading cooking books so he can make more than macaroni and cheese.”

“Oh yeah?” Of course you did know about Max’s efforts to cook better food at home more often, but there is no reason that Alistair needs to know that the baked pasta his daddy makes him now that is loaded with meat sauce and veggies, is actually your recipe. “I think he’s a really good dad and a really good friend, so that means he’ll probably be a really good boyfriend, too.”

“I don’t know.” Alistair tells you honestly, looking back at his dad. “Are you going to bring her flowers and tell her she’s pretty? You need to tell her she’s pretty.” He insists, making Max chuckle. “I will bring her flowers and I will tell her that she’s hermosa.” Alistair frowns in confusion. “It means ‘beautiful’ in Spanish, Alistair. That is the first language I spoke when I was a boy, remember?”

“Right…” He thinks for a second, searching his memory while you pull the last pancakes out of the pan. “Sí! That’s right, isn’t it Daddy?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right.” Max beams, not ashamed of his first language and passing it down to his son. The assholes he had grown up being tormented by could not say they spoke two languages. If he was lucky enough, Alistair would know three.

“Mrs. Ramos speaks Spanish, too.” The woman who babysat him watched her ‘stories’ after he went to bed but he could always hear them.

“She does.” He nods and smiles. “My girlfriend–” he lights up when he calls you that, “–also knows Spanish. I think we will speak more at home in the future.”

The light in your eyes brightens measurably at the word, and you nod to Alistair when the last pancakes go on the platter for the table. “The first person who ever taught me Spanish was your abuela,” you tell him with a grin. “Your grandmother. She was a very nice lady.”

Max smiles sadly, wishing that Alistair could have met her, gone long before her time. Beaten down and broken by his father. “She was.”

“You said you were friends for a long time,” Alistair follows his father to the table with a stack of napkins and forks while his father carries the platter of bacon and pancakes. “But how come we never spent time with her before?”

“We had lost touch after we went away to college.” Max admits. “I was concentrating on making myself successful.”

“Now we are better than friends.” You might combust a little anytime Max calls you his girlfriend, but it’s such a good feeling. So comfortable and so right.

Alistair thinks about Max’s explanation for a moment before he nods, accepting it as the truth. “Just don’t be dumb and kiss another girl like Jimmy Smith was last week.” He huffs. “He has no girlfriends now.”

You have to smother your reaction to keep from laughing out loud, and end up giggling behind your hand while you pour orange juice for all three of you. “That is pretty dumb.” Hell, you can’t fault the kid for getting it on the nose.

“She is the only woman I want to kiss.” Max solemnly vows, his lips twitching to keep from smiling in amusement. It’s incredibly endearing how seriously he is taking this and Max pulls him closer for a hug. “So it’s cool with you? As the kids say now?”

He seems to consider it, looking between the two adults with drawn seriousness on his face before he leans over and whispers in his father’s ear. “Does that mean she’s going to be my new mom?” He asks, careful not to sound too hopeful or too curious. Sometimes when his Mom had had a new boyfriend, she would tell Alistair that the man who would be his new daddy. But it had never happened.

Alistair nods, slowly at first like he’s absorbing the idea, but he sits down at the chair after a moment and looks up at his father again with a smile. “Okay. Just as long as we don’t move far again. That was a lot of driving and boxes and stuff.”

“Understood, not too far.” Max chuckles and has to admit that this didn’t go too badly. He hugs his son and then stands up. “Let me scramble some eggs and we will have breakfast.”

You and Alistair set the table while he’s busy, and you slip back into the kitchen to grab the syrup a few minutes later with a grin on your face. “Well, I guess he’s okay with it.”

“As long as I tell you that you’re pretty.” Max reminds you, reaching over and snagging your waist to pull you close. “So I need to tell you how pretty you are this morning. Seeing you sleeping in my bed.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice dips low and makes you shiver slightly, but you bask in it. “Did you enjoy waking up next to me as much as I enjoyed waking up next to you?”

“I think that I enjoyed it more.” He teases, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Watching your sleepy eyes open and your smile made my year, amor.”

“I love you.” The words are so easy, but make your chest feel like it could burst with joy. “So much, Max.”

“I love you too.” It’s a huge thing for such simple words, but it makes him feel as if anything is possible.

“We should go back in there.” Even though you could spend all day basking in his smiles and kissing him silly, you know weekends are devoted time to be spent with his little boy. “Maybe the three of us can go out today? A museum or a walk in the park?”

“That sounds like a good day together.” He nods. “Perhaps a trip back to the library? Alistair wants to check out some more books since he’s finished the ones he has now.”

“I love a library day.” And maybe, just maybe, you might pick up your own manuscript again. There is an idea forming in the back of your mind that seems to grow every time Max smiles at you.

“Good.” He nods. “Go sit and I will bring the food out.”

“Yes, sir.” Teasing him with a very serious little mock salute, you grab the bottle of maple syrup from the fridge and steal a kiss before heading through the breakfast table.

Max brings the plates of food through once he’s done, happy to find you and Alistair giggling at the table. He’s struck again by how right all of these seems and he grins. “Who’s hungry?”

Alistair cheers and you grin, sitting back at the table with a soft, contented sigh. This feels right, and you are very happy to just let things happen as they come.

******

“Hermosa? Alistair? Are you home?” You had left early while Max had to stay late, so he is coming through the door without you. “Hello?” His excited voice carries through the apartment and he quickly shoves his keys into the bowl and kicks off his shoes.

“In the kitchen!” You call back, having taken the extra time at home with Alistair to start on making dinner. The weather is finally cool again and the little boy you love like your own has requested posole for dinner. The recipe that you had learned from his mother back in high school has become a favorite over the last few months. “Ali is building something grand with his Legos and Dantes is supervising,” you tell Max when he comes into the kitchen. “What did you have to stay late for, amor?”

“I – I did something.” He confesses, unable to stop himself from grinning as he snags a pepper and pops it into his mouth. You have practically moved into his apartment since that day. Your clothes are over in your space simply because there is nowhere to fit them here and Dantes’ toys and cat tree are in his living room, the cat himself having claimed Alistair as his sleeping partner while you are wrapped up with Max every night.

“Should I be concerned?” Given that he looks excited you’re not too suspicious, but you put the lid on the pot to let dinner cook and go over to give him a kiss.

“Unless you do not wish for this.” Max pulls a long, flat piece of plastic out of his pocket to hand to you along with several pamphlets.

“What is it?” The little packet might as well be tied up with string for how he presents it to you, but the plastic placard slides right out into your hand first. Max Lorenzano it reads in font and style identical to the nameplate on your office at work. “What’s—?” The rest of the packet is advertisements for apartments – bigger places in newer buildings or neighborhoods uptown that you know he couldn’t afford right now but had been dreaming about. “Did you—baby did you get a promotion?”

“There was a position for a Spanish language editor.” He reminds you quietly. “I didn’t tell you, but I applied for it.” He hadn’t wanted to get your hopes up, or his own if he were honest. Or if he didn’t get the job, he didn’t want you to be upset on his behalf. He was grateful the publishing house gave him the job as a janitor, so he had no wish to sour your experience. “I had my final interview tonight. That was why I had to stay.”

“You’re kidding?” You had known the position was open, and seen some people going in and out of the Editor-in-Chief’s office, but it hasn’t been something that you had brought up because you didn’t know if it would be something he was interested in. Now, though? You practically throw your arms around him in celebration. “That’s huge! That’s amazing, it’s— baby, I’m so proud of you!”

Laughing, Max lets himself fully enjoy the moment. Clinging to you as you jostle him in your own excitement. He had been working with Alistair on the boy’s Spanish and he had decided that he would go for the position with no expectations. Luckily, his dedication to the job hadn’t gone unnoticed and he had gotten the position. “You will not mind having me come in and being an editor as well, will you?”

“Mind? Honey, it’s fantastic!” Your arms around his waist squeeze tightly again as you beam at him. Max was never happy with the idea of making a career as a janitor but he liked the company and all of your coworkers, so he was working hard and taking pride in the work that he did have. This is far more than you expected, though. “You’re going to be amazing. And—” The pamphlets in your hand now make much more sense. “Is this…an invitation?”

“I– it makes no sense for us to spend so much money on two apartments.” Max tells you, biting his lip. “I was thinking we could all look for a place and pick it out together?” His brows raise in question and he looks for the world like a hopeful little boy.

“Are you asking me to officially move in with you?” Although you’ve been effectively living together for the last six months, calling this an official move would be the next large step forward in your relationship. It would also be a big bit of permanence for Alistair.

“I am.” Reaching for your hands, Max kisses the back of them, still holding his offerings. “I want to choose the house, apartment, home where we all live - together.”

“You must have some favorites already.” You hold up the pamphlets he had brought you. “Dinner is finishing. Why don’t we look and see what’s here?”

“Of course.” Max nods eagerly. “And if you don’t like any of these, we can look elsewhere. I just wanted to get started looking and these are within a healthy budget.” One thing he had learned was to live within his means and with security comes a wealth of happiness.

“Tell me what you found.” The stools at the kitchen counter are the perfect place to talk, and you sit down together eagerly. “Are they nearby? Oh…probably not all of them? Since you mentioned maybe a house?”

“There is a townhouse.” Max admits, pulling a flier from the bottom of the stack. “It needs some work, but it’s well discounted to account for that.” He lays it on the table and his eyes flash with excitement. “In Greenwich village. And it has a garden.”

“A townhouse?” One eyebrow raises in interest as he pulls out the paperwork from the real estate agent. It’s a beautiful neighborhood, one that you sometimes go to for dates and for entertainment. You’ve both mooned over the apartments and housing there plenty of times but you never thought you could afford it. “Is the work reasonable for us to do ourselves? I don’t mind doing floors and painting and all that kind of stuff.” It actually sounds kind of exciting. The idea of fully making it your home.

“There’s some things we would need to have done.” Max admits, tapping the page. “It needs some bathroom remodel, but I think that I know someone.” He grins. “Dan says he’s got a brother who’s a contractor. Will give us a discounted rate if I teach his daughter Spanish.”

“Then we should check it out.” He’s so excited that it makes the prospect automatically more attractive immediately, and you lean forward to kiss him before shuffling through the papers some more. There is a decent-sized apartment in a different part of Washington Heights, another townhouse but this time in Brooklyn, and even a cute little house in Queens. “I wouldn’t mind a commute,” you admit, looking at the picture of the little blue house with two floors and clean white window panes.

“Anywhere you want.” Max promises, loving that you are getting excited. “I just want to live with you and Alistair and Dantes.” He chuckles. “And maybe if we have room, a dog like my son wants.”

“Be careful of giving your son whatever he wants,” you chuckle knowingly. “This afternoon he told me he’s going to ask Santa for a little brother for Christmas.”

“He is?” His eyes widen and he wonders what you said to him.

“That’s what he said.” The look of almost smothered excitement on Max’s face makes you grin. “I told him that it takes a long time to make a little brother, though. So it might take Santa a little while. This Christmas might be too soon.”

“And that’s something you want? In the future?” Max confirms.

“A baby?” You almost laugh, but it would be a little mean when he’s looking at you so earnestly, so instead you reach for both of his hands to squeeze them. “I would love it, amor. But only if you want it, too.”

“Perhaps we should focus on homes with three bedrooms.” Max dreams quietly.

“Sounds like you like the idea.” You hum softly. “A cute little place with a yard for the kids to play in and maybe even a dog to keep Dante’s company.”

“I do like the idea.” He admits it easily. It’s easy to admit what he wants with you.

“I do, too.” It’s what you have always wanted with him and you feel like you live in a dream to see it coming true. “We should check out Brooklyn and Queens.”

“Okay. I will call the realtor tomorrow.” Max agrees with a grin.

“I’ll start doing some research on schools.” It won’t be too much love lost, since Alistair hasn’t made many friends at PS 117, but you want to make sure that wherever you choose will have good schools for him. And for his little sibling.

“Thank you.” He flashes you a smile and swallows. “I start the new job on Monday.”

“I’m really so proud of you, amor.” One of your hands cups his cheek and you feel like your heart could just burst from it. “You’ve been so helpful in helping with my book that I just know you’re going to be great with everyone else’s, too.”

“I don’t understand why it has taken you so long to finish it.” He huffs. “It’s remarkable. You should have been published years ago.”

“I guess I just needed the right inspiration.” You hum, pressing a kiss to each of his hands. Somehow Max has still not picked up on the fact that the love story you have been trying to write for so many years has a male lead based on him.

“Hmmm, I don’t know about that.” He shakes his head and bites his lip as he looks towards the stove. “So if I wanted to take you and Alistair out to celebrate, tomorrow would be best?”

“I think he’d be disappointed not to have posole tonight, so tomorrow sounds good.” Still, kissing him is completely irresistible. “But tomorrow we can go wherever you want to celebrate.”

“You made posole?” He lights up and leans in to kiss you again. “You are so good to me - to us.”

“Alistair’s special request and your mom’s recipe.” You beam under his praise and grin up at him. “Gotta keep my boys full and strong so they can keep making me proud.”

“I am glad that he is enjoying parts of my heritage that I tried so hard to bury.” Max admits with a slightly bashful expression. His natural accent has come back slightly, but he has trained it out of his speech that there is only a hint of it in some words. You both have started speaking Spanish at home to help Alistair improve his own command of the language.

“We are allowed to grow and change over time, amor.” Reaching to squeeze his hand, you can only offer him support with the knowledge that he has left so much of his heritage behind because of cruelty and ignorance from your classmates. “It’s good to see both of you embracing where you come from.”

“Genji said she wants to work on his command of Chinese when he is with her.” He tells you, proud of his son’s ability to learn multiple languages before any formal offering.

“That’s fantastic.” His mother has been a little more present lately, even though she still lives in DC and Max and Alistair are firmly settled in New York. He had spent Thanksgiving with her and will be in DC for the second half of his winter break. Max and Genji are making it work and you’re proud of the way he is keeping his promises and his commitments. “If he has some favorite recipes that she makes, we can add them into the rotation here, too. So he can have his Latin and his Chinese home cooking.”

“That would be good. She used to make this crispy beef that was amazing.” Max admits. “Although there is good Chinese takeout, it’s not the same.”

“Would it be okay with you if I called her for the recipe?” Max’s ex-wife has been surprisingly supportive of your relationship since she adjusted to the news that he is seeing someone. Your history together seemed to have won her over when she learned the whole story.

“That would be good. Alistair would appreciate that.” Max would too, but the idea of creating his son’s favorite meals at home would be fun.

You want to make a joke about making sure he knows you’re Step-Mom Material, but it isn’t a topic you’ve talked about with any seriousness yet. From time to time one of you will point out a favorite place in the city and remark that it would be good for a wedding - or see a commercial for a destination vacation and hun about a honeymoon. But there aren’t any plans yet and that is more than okay.

“Do you want to go look at the houses tomorrow?” He asks, excited about looking with you. It’s different, he doesn’t want big and flashy, he wants something he can take care of you and Alistair in.

“Absolutely.” He’s so excited about it that you are more than happy to agree. “Do you want to bring Al?”

“What do you think? Give him a say? Or should we narrow down the choices and then show him?” He asks you, wanting your input. You have been great with Alistair.

“It might be overwhelming for him to see every option,” you admit, knowing that there will be plenty of reasons not to choose a place that he won’t be aware of. “Let’s see if Señora Ramos is available after we make a few realtor appointments. We can take him to see our top choices?”

“That sounds like a solid plan.” Max agrees, happy with that since that is what he was thinking. He wants his son to be included, but he’s not going to know which school district is better.

“Have I mentioned how proud of you I am?” Of course you have, but you beam at him as you shift back over to the stove to give dinner a stir.

“I don’t know if it is possible without you, amor.” He admits, sliding behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips press to your neck and he sighs. “I wish I had kissed you on prom night.”

“Maybe we’d still be right here if you had.” The warmth and breadth of him against your back is comforting and you lean into it easily. “Standing in our kitchen making dinner, with Alistair playing with his pet completely oblivious to our snuggling.”

“Maybe.” It’s a sweet and heady thought. He kisses your neck softly and smiles against your skin. “And later on, I’ll make love to you.”

"That's my favorite part of the day." With Alistair asleep in the other room, with the cat lazing about doing cat things, with the day ended and nothing but each other to focus on, ending every day in his arms is wonderful.

“Mine too.” Max chuckles. “Unless you count waking up with you drooling on my chest.” He teases. You had only done it once, but he had thought your sheepish apology was cute.

That earns him an immediate pout from you, but you know he has every right to tease you about it now and then. "Your chest is my favorite pillow," you defend, batting your eyelashes at him for effect.

“I don’t mind it.” He waggles his brows playfully. “My chest is always available for you to use as your personal pillow.”

"And I always will." You promise him. There isn't any version of your future together where you want to wake up any other way.

******

“Honey?” Max opens the door to the apartment with a huge grin on his face. You had stayed home today to work on unpacking the last of the boxes and the boss had asked him to hand deliver this package to you personally. “It’s here!”

Nearly exhausted from unpacking, you're finally breaking down the last box when you hear him in the front hall. The Greenwich Village townhouse had needed a lot of work before you could move in, but now that you're here and you're unpacked it's wonderful to have it feeling like home. "I'll be right down!" You call from the top of the stairs before shoving the folded box under your arm and wiping your face on a bandana to head down from Alistair's room.

“Hey.” His eyes light up and he sets the box down in the entryway on the table that had moved from your apartment to his to the townhouse. Rushing halfway up the stairs. He takes the boxes from you and kisses you happily. “Amor.”

“What’s here, love?” You know what you hope has arrived - what he would have brought home from work for you - but you don’t want to assume.

“Your editor has sent a first print home for you to approve.” You had wanted your boss to handle the final edits of the book and Max had understood, although he was curious as to why. Eager to see your eyes light up when you hold your book, he takes your hand and drags you down the last few steps. “Your book is printed, amor. You have done it.”

This book has been a decade in the making, as you visited the story and the manuscript on and off for years. Inspiration had slipped away from you and been stubborn in coming back right up until the day Max walked back into your life. Now, when you nervously crack open the box of first edition copies of The Shadow Rose to see the glossy image of vines ensnaring a dewy purple rose, you could really almost cry. “It’s real,” you sigh in disbelief, cradling a copy in your arms like your first-born child.

Max beams proudly, watching you absorb the moment as a bystander. While he feels incredibly satisfied that you have accomplished a lifelong goal, this is your moment. Your accomplishment. “You did it. You are a published author, amor.”

“Wait one second.” You insist, pressing a kiss to his lips before disappearing with the book into your writing room - the former home office - to grab a pen. The dedication page of the book is very deliberate. “To Max: My inspiration, my support, my biggest cheerleader, and my best friend. My first love and my better half. Thank you for everything you have done, and everything you continue to do. I have a question for you.”

Underneath, in your own scrawling handwriting, five words follow with the stroke of a pen: “Amor, will you marry me?”

You had decided to ask him months ago. During the time you were painting the master bedroom. It had been like a moment from a movie when he smeared paint on your cheek and you returned the favor - and the beaming grin on his face had seemed to call to you. This man is without a doubt, the rest of your life. So now it’s time to ask.

Max tilts his head curiously when you come rushing back into the room. “Was the camera in the other room?” He asks, knowing that he wants to take a picture of you holding the book. Something he can print out and hang up in the small little nook that had been turned into a home office for the two of you. He rubs his hands together, knowing that you might cry a little as you look through the book and he wants to take you out to celebrate your success. Treat you to champagne like you deserve.

“The first copy is for you,” you tell him, vibrating nervously as you put it in his hands. “I just wanted to make sure the dedication was right before I gave it to you.”

“For me?” He frowns slightly, confused as to why you want to give him the first copy. You should want to keep it for yourself. “You shouldn’t, amor.” He still opens the book even as he tells you that so he can reach this dedication.

You’re vibrating with anxiety when he opens the cover of the book, ready to drop down on one knee the second he looks up at you from the page. The ring has been in your pocket all week, just waiting for the box of books to arrive at your door. Now that the moment is here, the signet ring with the ornate L carved into it feels even heavier with importance.

“Amor.” Max’s jaw drops and he looks up, only to follow your body as it drops down to your knee in front of him. Humbled, elated, overjoyed and even a little jealous - he had been ring shopping - he chokes out a surprised cry and the book slams shut as he drops down to his knees with you.

“I know it’s unconventional.” Of course you’re already sniffling back tears, but you pull the ring from your pocket with a beaming smile and offer it to him with such care. “But I love you so much, and I absolutely adore Alistair and I just—” your voice cracks a little and you can’t help a small laugh as the first tear breaks through. “Tú eres el amor de mi vida. Te casarías conmigo?” You’re the love of my life. Will you marry me?

“I–” Max chokes up again, near tears and he can’t even speak, nodding furiously out of fear that he would make you think that he was turning you down. “Sí.” He manages after a moment. “Siempre.”

Once he says yes, the amount of giggling, sniffling, and kissing shared between the two of you on the living room rug is endless. Not that you would ever want it to stop, but it seems like an opening of the floodgates.

“I love you. You are-“ he shakes his head and laughs. “I was trying to find out what kind of rings you liked.” He admitted. “I’ve been asking Kim.”

“She probably told you to find something big and flashy,” you huff a laugh between tears. As your closest friend, Kim has always joked that she expected the guy you ended up with to put no less than the Hope Diamond on your finger — while you would proudly sport the prize from a Cracker Jacks box as long as it came from the right man.

“She did.” Max chuckles. “Then she told me that you would actually love a sapphire or emerald engagement ring.”

“At least she told you the truth eventually.” The two of you cuddle into each other’s arms in the middle of the rug, furniture be damned. This moment is worth more than any sofa. “I don’t need a ring, amor. I only need you and Al.”

“I will proudly wear your ring, but I wish to get you one as well.” He admits. “It is not pride that makes me say that.” He assures you. “It is that I wish for you to carry a piece of my love for you as you go about your day.”

“Then I will wear whatever you choose with equal joy and love.” Nuzzling into his side, you press a kiss over his heart, then to his cheek, and then to his lips. “Alistair will be excited that I was finally able to ask.”

“He knew?” His brows shoot up and he huffs playfully. “I cannot believe he kept it from me.” He pouts, heart melting a little more from the fact that you conspired with his son.

"I had to ask him too," you grin, loving the soft expression of gratitude on Max's face. "Make sure he was okay with me loving him and his daddy forever."

“I’m sure that he has no problem with that.” He hums. “That boy adores you.”

"He had one condition." And it had been so sweet that you hadn't been able to refuse. "He wants to be your best man. He saw it in a movie and he's decided it's the most important thing for him to do for you."

“Yes.” Max lights up and nods immediately. “Absolutely. I would have nothing else than for him to be my best man. I will have to ask him formally. Get him some cufflinks.”

"We can do whatever you want." You hum softly and run your fingers over the signet sitting on his finger before looking back up at him. "All I care about is that I get to marry you."

“That is all that matters.” Max sighs happily. “You are Alistair, you’re my second chance and plan on making the most of it, amor.” He will, Max has found that there are things much more important than business success and fortune. With you and Alistair, he’s the wealthiest man on earth.

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May I request a fic where Shou gets heavily injured during a mission, and Miki wants to take care of him; but Shou is a bit reluctant cause he doesn’t want to look weak, claiming he can take care of himself? (ofc he can’t reject Miki’s worry over him forever tho :3)

(Maybe it can be the Miki Kocho AU- if u want)

hehe>:3

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Reluctance

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Warning(s)/info: Shou is @rion-isnot-an-ai’s oc, Miki Kocho au

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Mikitama hums softly as she does some light cleaning around the Butterfly Mansion.

She looks over at the door when it opens and her eyes widen. “Sh-Shosho..!” She exclaims as she runs over to her injured boyfriend.

Miki tries to heal him, but Shou gently makes her let go of him. “Miki, I’m fine. I can take care of myself. Besides, you work hard enough anyway. I don’t want to tire you out more.”

“B-but, Shou, you’re too injured f-for me to let you go w-without being healed..!” Tears prick the yokai’s worry filled eyes as she tries to reason with Shou.

Shou sighs, he really doesn’t want to look weak, but he also can’t stand to see Miki upset, let alone be the reason why. “..Fine..”

Shou lets Mikitama lead him through the Mansion and to a patient room.

He sits down on the bed and she starts to heal him as he holds his arms out to catch her just in case she passes out from exhaustion.

She finishes after a moment and Shou hugs her and holds her close. “Thank you, Miki…” He murmurs as he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

Mikitama smiles softly as she hugs him back. “You’re welcome… I love you…”

Shou blushes and smiles slightly.

“I love you too…”

~the end~

i hope you like it and thx for requesting, i’m sorry it’s so short🥺💖💖

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so, we’ve all at least heard of the iron fist, right? whether it’s from the comics or netflix show, i am 90% sure you’ve at least heard about him! well, i’m here to tell you that there’s more that meets the eye! :)

the netflix show doesn’t flesh out danny as a character that well and some of you probably despise him (...i do too) but his comic self is waaay different. if nmcu danny is whiny and all "because im the iron fist" every five minutes, then comics danny is a mix of a silly little guy, dumbass (affectionate), and a walking sunshine.

of course, there are some comics where he may act a lot different, but he is just a green flag—albeit traumatised—little guy!

the iron fist show itself MESSES UP the lore so badly that i literally do not know what’s so special about the iron fist. so here’s a (not so) deep dive into the lore of the iron fist mantle until lin lie! and some comic recommendations of danny :D

(open the cut for more 💖)

let’s start with the basics, shall we?

What is the Iron Fist? Who is the Iron Fist?

the iron fist is a power that comes from a dragon named shou-lao. this power is the dragon’s chi—or the soul, according to chinese belief. this chi allows them to access the dragon’s powers and unlock different ways of using said powers! the most common was is to turn their fists into "things of unto iron"!

however, the iron fist is not just a power, it’s a mantle given to those who can defeat the dragon themselves. these candidates are trained in k’un lun and if they do win, they will be named the champion of k’un lun. the first iron fist is quan yaozu.

What? What the hell is K’un Lun? What do you mean ‘champion’?

i’m glad you asked! k’un lun is one of the capital cities of heaven! there are 7 capital cities of heaven, according to iron fist lore, each with their own champions who possesses different abilities. they are also called the immortal weapons.

(note that the new weapon in this picture is davos, a long time nemesis of danny, because of circumstances. the actual weapon is the crane mother’s child.)

the fat cobra is from peng lai, a child of a pig farmer raised in abandonment. he was an opera singer as a child and fought in both sides of the world war.

the bride of nine spiders is from the kingdom of spiders, yet her origins are unknown.

dog brother comes from the under city and used to be a poor street orphan with an adoptive brother to protect. he was a slave, too.

tiger’s beautiful daughter is a strong woman from tiger island, an island where women ruled over men. i’m not kidding, in the one chapter where her origins are introduced, she literally destroyed the patriarchy. we stan.

prince of orphans is from z’gambo. unfortunately, we do not know his origins, but he is powerful. like necromancer powerful.

read more about them in ‘the immortal weapons’! absolutely worth it.

Wait, wait, wait. The Immortal Weapons? Are they immortal or just the mantle? Is Danny immortal?

...yes and no.

they are immortal until they die in battle. in a sense where the immortality only applies to their age not their whole body. however, this is highly speculation, since we do not actually know if the term ‘immortal’ refers to them or their title. what we do know is that danny refused to eat the apple of immortality, making him more or less fully human. and he dies multiple times. sort of.

Ooookay... How do you become the Iron Fist?

to become the iron fist, you must be trained in k’un lun as a child of k’un lun. these trainings are watched under lei kung, the thunderer, who is immortal. those who want to challenge shou-lao has to fight each other and win before they are allowed to fight the dragon. these fights are a test of not only physical strength, but spiritual strength, too. chi is like... an inner power. a part of your soul.

then, they fight the dragon. if they figure out how to and win, they will be given the mark of the dragon (the iconic iron fist logo) and they must plunge their fists into the dragon’s molten heart. survive.

Wait, if only a child of K’un Lun is allowed to be the Iron Fist, why does Danny become one? Isn’t he American?

orientalism

well, he was raised there, i guess. dunno. in orson randall’s case, though, it works because he was born in k’un lun despite his parents being american.

Who’s Orson Randall?

orson randall is danny’s predecessor. he’s the iron fist of the 1900s. he had fought in both world wars and more. tired old man. also a mentor of danny’s dad (whoopee). really a fucking cool character to read about definitely check out the orson oneshots.

Who’s Danny’s successor, then?

a chinese kid named lin lie! formerly the sword master, lie was last seen in death of doctor strange: white fox. he sort of died in that comic but SIKE! he’s back as the iron fist babyyyy !!!!!

Who’s my favourite Iron Fist?

it’s danny rand, duh. 🙄 (it’s wu ao-shi. what a girlboss).

What the hell.

hey man you’re gonna love danny and his tragic but interesting backstories i swear it’s just weird to summarize/say out loud 😮‍💨

anyway! some recommendations:

the immortal iron fist - start with this one, basics and a rework of his older comics history !!!

the immortal weapons + orson randall oneshots - just fun as fuck

avengers volume 2 (i think it was 2012)

defenders (2018) - if you like the nmcu this one is for you!

iron fist: living weapon

iron fist: phantom limb - blood, gore, and body horror warning!

immortal iron fists - girl dad danny rand im not kidding he’s so silly here

heart of the dragon

iron fist (2020) - lin lie !!

that’s it thank you for listening to me autistic rambling

[espectres]

📖 a popular headcanon regarding my muse & 🥂 my favorite part of the canon >:3c 💖

📖: one word!!! minecraft. lmao yes, back in 2019 when s2 came out, Shou's english va posted on her twt saying that she did a joke take on this scene with Shou asking Ritsu to join his minecraft server, it's funny it's cute, but the fandom never let that go 😭🤚

It's so funny to me, ever since then fanarts after fanarts and fics all filled with your boy being the minecraft gamer of all times, I think it's sweet, i think the hype is a little bit too insane, cuz really the majority of all fanmedia abt Shou is based on minecraft lmao. It is greedy that I want ppl to look at and appreciate deeper aspects of his character? probably. yes. please. PLEASE!! Im just nitpicky, I'm mean, ok?

🥂: My fav part of Shou's canon is how unpredictable he is, personality & story and ESPECIALLY story, he shows out of nowhere and changes the trajectory of people's lives more than twice probably, it's insane I love it, he is mp100's element of surprise walking on two short legs!!! I love how his trope breaks with the bittersweet reality and that itself is so unexpected. It's executed sooo well too for a side character thing, ONE's is such a good writer ok, I'll cry abt it forever.

[teammarcus]

so there’s this bl novel…

it’s formula 1 themed and painfully underrated!!

Could You Not Tease Me?

Author: Jiao Tang Dong Gua

Description:

(using automatic translate sorry)

F1 racing master Winston becomes a lonely emperor, because his only and most important opponent is Hunter but Hunter is lost. No matter how many elites appear together.

But one day when he woke up, Winston suddenly found that he had returned to the year Hunter had just turned eighteen.

Eighteen-year-old Hunter realizes Winston - who is revered by F1 believers is a male god who loves to stare at him; the clothes on his body are about to burn to ashes under his gaze! So when there are no people, the male god will be like him a fatal hormone determined to find a way to bend himself! When there are people, the male god wears a noble face that prohibits sex!

Hunter asked his friend Shen Xuyen extremely sadly: Do you believe Winston is seducing me?

Good friend Shen Xuyen expressed: There is no such thing? Who doesn't know that Winston is a noble who forbids sex to meet the standards of elegant British men, your brain has a problem!

Hunter: So annoying! No one believes me. Over there... stop seducing me!

Winston: Do you want to dominate the kingdom of speed with me, be my only king?

((this feels like a very weird lestappen fanfic btw))

links under the cut

English translation:

(currently 36 chapters)

Vietnamese:

true fans read it with automatic translation

https://truyenfull.vn/anh-dung-co-quyen-ru-toi/trang-1/#list-chapter

thank you for your time 💖

[ziskandra]

Fanfic Author Self-Recs!

@haljathefangirlcat tagged me to rec five of my own fanfics with you all — thank you, friend! 💖 I've tried to go with a variety of different fandoms and have mostly focused on older works. I also purposely haven't recommended any of my Dragon Age works as I feel DA has been occupying a lot of my brain space lately, and I wanted to give some of the spotlight to my other fannish interests! I'm gonna tag @mxanigel, @barbex, @joiningthefandomeightyearslate, @chocochipbiscuit and @fandomn00blr to share five of their works with us (if you so desire!) Without any further ado, I present my self-recs: 1. Retrospect - Mass Effect: Andromeda - Alec Ryder/Ellen Ryder (10k, rated M)

They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die and he's about to find out just how right they are.

A series of vignettes exploring Alec Ryder's relationships with his nearest and dearest, and the faltering steps he took to bridge the gaps between them.

Every time any sort of self-recommendation meme comes up, Retrospect is always the first fic that comes to mind. To this day, I still consider it my magnum opus, as I feel it really captures my strengths as an author. Character study of a morally grey, controversial character? Check. Non-linear narrative? Check. Experimental prose? Check. Vignettes? Check. Themes of family and struggling to fit in? Check check. If anyone ever wants to make my entire fucking month, please read this fic and tell me your thoughts on it. You will have my undying gratitude! 💖

2. Grounded - Mass Effect Andromeda - Calvin Kosta/Joelle Kosta (2.2k, rated M)

Calvin remembers the first time he held Liam in his arms. Big baby, nine pounds. His son is an ugly, wrinkly thing and yet also the most beautiful sight in the world. He smooths down the infant’s hair, kisses the soft spot on his head and whispers, “You’re gonna do great things." During the Reaper War, Calvin Kosta reflects on his relationship with his son.

This fic did really well on Tumblr (one of the few times I'd ever gotten over 100 notes on a post), but didn't quite get the same level of traction on AO3, which was quite interesting to me at the time as I'd never had that happen before (or since!) Honestly, it covers a lot of similar themes as Retrospect, but this time focused on Liam's family and how they deal with the Reaper War when they're left behind on Earth. IDK, I'm just obsessed with examining the human drive to live and survive, and what we struggle for, and how both our past experiences and our hopes for the future shape our actions, whether we're willing to admit it to ourselves or not.

3. Best Served Hot - Ace Attorney - Miles Edgeworth/Franziska von Karma (2k, rated E)

Franziska's gloved fingers seized Miles's jaw, digging into the sides of his face. "We were never siblings," she said. "Papa made sure of that. But if I can't best you in any other way, then I will have this."

If Retrospect is my ultimate magnum opus, then Best Served Hot is my franmiles manifesto. It truly is all of my feelings about this complicated and messy relationship dynamic carefully distilled into a fanfic! Anyway, I'm obsessed with the fact that Franziska regularly refers to Miles as her little brother, but Miles never refers to her as his sister.

However, the way that Miles acts with Franziska is SO sibling-like, whereas Franziska's a bit... weirder. She never really had normal familial relationships modeled to her (Miles, on the other hand, at least had something of a normal upbringing before his father's death).

Franziska is also a character who, for lack of a better term, weaponises her femininity. She's so young but she's built this whole aesthetic around tight miniskirts and kitten-heeled boots and carrying and using a fucking bullwhip. So, I 'm particularly fascinated by the cross-section of Franziska's obsession with Miles Edgeworth and her insecurities (and how she over-compensates for them).

Of course, if she stopped to think about it for a minute, she should have realised that Miles Edgeworth is perhaps not the ideal target for her feminine wiles, but Franziska's not exactly known for keeping a cool head in a crisis.

Finally, this fic also explores another point in Franziska's life that I'm fascinated by, which is her reaction to Phoenix Wright's disbarment. Phoenix is the only lawyer who has ever bested her (if she can even admit that much), and I think she would be INFURIATED by the insinuation that he owes his career success to forgery. Franziska von Karma would NOT be bested by a fraud! (And also she would be furious that Klavier Gavin got the chance to do what she's always wanted to do -- that is, defeat Phoenix Wright -- but that's a topic for another fanfic.)

4. Intermission - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - Audra Levine/Greg Serrano (2.3k, rated T.)

Recently divorced Audra Levine visits West Covina to provide moral support during her frenemy’s open mic night. Greg has always had a type.

While gregaudra (graudra?) might be something of a random ship, I was really surprised by how well they worked together (although in hindsight, it should have been obvious -- Greg really has a type, huh). I love Audra as a character, and I'm always obsessed with giving her room to grow and move on as a character and determine the shape of her own life, the way she wants, much as Rebecca (and Greg) got to do in the course of the series. (Also, its sequel, Realization, still has one of my favourite lines I think I've ever written: Audra's been busy filing away the parts of her life that don’t spark joy while retaining the parts that do, like she’s Marie Kondo-ing the weight and burden of everyone’s expectations instead of her household possessions.

I so rarely write in contemporary fandoms that it was a fun exercise to write stories where the popculture references actually help ground it in time and place.)

5. Sink or Swim - Harry Potter - Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood (12k, rated T.)

Percy has always struggled to keep his head above water.

(Or: the story of Percy Weasley, from his youth, through to his estrangement with his family, to the end of the war.)

It feels weird to be recommending HP fic in this day and age, but my complicated* feelings towards the fandom aside, I'm still really proud of how this fanfic turned out and how I was able to cram all of my Percy Weasley analysis into a coherent story. I particularly loved delving into how Percy was pushed into positions of responsibility from a young age (and then simultaneously derided for the very same qualities his parents reinforced), and how he struggled with his conflicting desires to fit in but also to succeed and be recognised for his talents and efforts. There's a couple of sentences from the fic which really encapsulate how I see Percy's relationship to his family, which I'll quote here:

In bits and pieces, Percy tells Oliver all about the estrangement to his family: how he’d always gotten along with his dad best growing up, no matter how his mother had doted on him. How when he was younger, he’d wanted nothing more than to be the next Arthur Weasley. How he’d always thought that his dad deserved more.

How it was easier to blame his father’s idiosyncrasies and personality for his family’s struggles with money, than to acknowledge it as a failure of the society he’d been raised in.

How he’d foolishly thought that if he studied enough, worked enough, succeeded enough, he could change it all.

Percy's story really is that of every working-class child who's sought to improve their life (and their family's life) through education and I just... relate to that a lot!!

[shou-jpeg]

Hi hi hi sorry i'm just gonna jump in your asks again afwelkjalwjkw !!!!!!!

ohmygod. WHAT IS STEALTH MODE THOUGH?!?!?! PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW *sobs* Is it "You are the night. You are the darkness. You are a feral cat hiding in an alley" kind of energy? PLEASE!! I AM GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKING YOU GENTLY.

jalkfjalwekjfkew NOT KIM SENDING SAD VIOLINS. I find this so ironic and funny tbh. :')

Oh, oh! Their little talk about coming out!!! <3

"Is that a promise?" LMAO apidjfkawlekfjawg Kim Porchay-Can-Step-On-Me Theerapanyakul please stop this I can't take it alksdfj;aewkhgawkj

AHHH! A CAT!! A CAT!!! IT'S A CAT!!! WITH ONE LITTLE WHITE PAW OHMYOGD

"I guess I have a soft spot for cute things that like to get in my business" "Um!" AND THE REDACTED "It suits you"?????? EXCUSE YOU, SHOU???? I'M GONNA DIE

Pffft Chay's observations about Korn and Kim's interjections are great. :')

I am imagining Kim's reaction to Chay hearting his message confirming that he's going to dinner, and I am feeling some big second hand embarrassment because I just know he's going through it :')

"Those are marigolds" HELP <3

Oh, Ohm's offer to defend Chay's heart. That's so sweet <3333

OH! JIMBO! Seriously though, that one white paw is killing me. Jimbo is so cute. I am now a Jimbo fan. <3333

Ahhh Shou!! This is so good!! I can't even articulate how much I love it. THANK YOU FOR GIFTING US WITH THIS LOVELY FIC/COMIC/TREAT 🤩💖💖💖

Hello!!

-Stealth mode is the secret to free compound access without attracting the attention of one Tankhun Theerapanyakul. To be used only during desperate times lest he catch on. Stealth mode is also useful for detective work and gathering snacks from the kitchens at 3am.

*sobs*

-Kim: Please smite me. I would be so honoured.

-Yesssss Kim has a cat now! Jimbo surpremacy.

-Headline: Awkward boy's attempts to flirt with ex: not a total failure this time.

-Kim had 0 plans whatsoever to go to any of these family dinners until Chay asked him to come by.

-I HAVE BEEN TOLD NOT EVERYONE GETS THAT REFERENCE???? Some people don't know the marigolds video please I made Chay garden for this joke alone.

l;kjygfghsjdklfjh I'M GLAD YOU'RE LIKING IT THOUGH <3 <3 <3

[darkanddirtyknb]

My love my love it’s ima’s day!!! Happy bday to the king 💘💘💘💘💘

[lvenha]

SWEATER WEATHER

SUMMARY: Just you two doing something fun in a peaceful cold rainy night, a.k.a your boyfriend, park jay demands your attention and having in his own ways after not being able to spoil you with his.

🍒 PAIRINGS: boyfriend!Park Jongseong x girlfriend!Reader - established relationship

🍒 WARNINGS: SMUT! lazy s*x if y'all squint, oral s*x f receiving, bitting, sucking, p*netration, lowkey size kink

🍒 NOTES: this is kinda a soft one which is quite contradicting to the 'hrdenha'. let this one shot be a filler ep for all the stories before we shift again on hard shits. stanby for all future works! And thank you so much for all the love and support with 'Your Bestfriend's Bestfriend', can't believe it got 300+ and still counting notes. Feedbacks and comments are very much appreciated, let me know what you think about the stories or send me an ask, asking random questions or sharing ideas 💖

"Tangina, ang cute talaga nila!" You unconsciously said, gripping the sheets to your face seemingly blushing. Your right hand steadily gripping the phone while your feet excitedly tap on the bed as you pulled your knees closer to your body to prevent the cold to get to you.

It was a cold yet peaceful rainy night in July. The perfect weather to watch your newly found favorite Chinese drama, 'The Romance of Tiger and Rose'. Rainy days are both your and jay's favorite weather, well, at first it was only YOUR favorite but when jay met you and learned about the fun things people can do in the presence of cold weather like cuddling, it became his favorite. Of course, after his personal favorite which is the autumn.

The weather is also a suitable and acceptable reason to wear your favorite gray sweater among jay's collection of the said piece of clothing. The sweater was with him since he was in high school resulting in it getting large and comfier than the usual sweaterm was big enough to become your dress and hide your cotton shorts underneath, its collar also got broad over time causing your shoulder to get exposed from time to time. On your feet were gray socks to prevent you from being cold even though your legs are covered with the sheets.

"Bakit ba ang cute nila masyado?!" Words came out of your mouth again. You can't feel your lips but you are sure that you were smiling and you can't really stop it. The lead actor's chemistry can't be denied. It was so natural and addicting that they can sway their viewers in every scene that they have.

You shifted your position into an angel sit to prevent your body from getting numb, the action made you look around after pausing the video. The room was lit by a single lampshade from your right, it gave a homey and comforting ambiance especially because of the cream and white paint on the four walls of Jay's room plus the soft taps of water droplets outside the room's window complete its peaceful vibe

Your eyes laid their attention on the door at the top left corner of the room, it was closed and jay was nowhere to be found. Though a few hours ago you talked and demand him his attention but your boyfriend has his own plans which consist of having a betting game together with heeseung in an online game. After 30 minutes of watching him play you decided to leave him alone with his business which resulted in you watching a series alone.

No hard feelings though, naiintindihan mo na your boyfriend needs his alone time with his friends. That's why you let him be. Sobrang spoiled kana nga sa kanya, and you don't have the heart to limit him in anything not that you have the right to do so.

Another hour passed and you heard the door open. You knew it was jay and your intuition was confirmed when you felt his familiar presence walking and then stopping in front of his bed.

"Baby, I'm done... tara na, bebe time na" You heard him but didn't say anything instead you nodded, not looking at him as you were mesmerized by Chen Qianqian and Han Shou's random but cute love quarrel.

"Love.." Again, you said nothing. "Uy, pansinin mo naman ako. Are you mad cuz I didn't give you attention kanina? May laro kami nila heeseung hyung and there's a bet"

"You're overthinking, love. I'm not mad, promise" You replied still not looking at him which made Jay's face crunched. On the other hand, your fingers tap the left screen on your phone rewinding the episode as you didn't understand their dialogue when you replied to your boyfriend.

"Do you want coffee? I will make it for you" Offering him one of his weaknesses seems like your escape way. As much as you wanted that bebe time, you are far deeper inside the hole of the series that you are watching.

"But I want you..."

"Come here, we can watch it together as we cuddle if you want" This time he didn't answer, you can't hear anything other than the soft tapping of water on the window and the voices emitting from your phone. Instead of looking at your boyfriend, you decided to just focus on your phone. Your body shifted to the right side just enough to still see jay in your peripheral vision. He just stands there, not really sure what is his current expression or thinking. Who knows if he will go back to the other room to play another round of games. But then, two hands grab your feet pulling you gently to lay on your back.

You know who it was, of course. The sudden yet careful movement spark your curiosity but you didn't allow yourself to get killed by it, you just continued watching. Jay's hands carefully traveled upwards from both of your feet. His hands traveled from your feet, then to your legs and thighs. His touch was soft and hot, ramdam mo yung init ng palad niya sa bawat hagod ng kamay niya. You can't even help yourself but release a satisfied sigh from your mouth.

His hands stop at your clothed tummy, as he continuously caressed your sides, you shifted. This is kinda escalating into something... and you know jay knew.

"If you don't want to give me your attention then fine... I'm just gonna force you to give it to me" Napataas yung kilay mo sa sinabi ni Jay. You wanted to look at him but you stop yourself and just look straight to your phone kahit wala matagal ka ng walang maintindihan sa pinapanood mo. You enjoy teasing him and most definitely enjoy the 'jay' that comes out whenever he is challenged.

You felt him sit in front of you. His hands snaked inside your sweater before continually caressing your sides. Jay even grabs your breast knowing na hindi ka nakasuot ng bra most of the time while staying with him. Mas masarap maramdaman yung init ng kamay niya sa upper body mo, his touch made you shift from time to time. You can feel your wetness down there but matigas talaga yung ulo mo. You are still pretending to watch even though you are anticipating your boyfriend's next move. Jay was just casually touching you but damn, he's making you like this.

Your breath was cut when jay suddenly got inside your sweater before sucking your tits. Buti na lang malaki yung sweater at kasyang kasya yung kamay at ulo niya. 'Fuck' You mouthed as you closed your eyes in an effort to calm yourself. Jay's mouth was endlessly sucking the buds, biting them before licking them again to lessen the pleasurable pain.

Jay leaves a trace of kisses before leaving your boobs. He then leaves another open-mouthed kiss at the center of your tummy before looking at you. "Can I?" He asked as you felt his hands on either side of the waistband of your shorts. You nodded still not looking. His hands started pulling your shorts, tapping his index fingers on your skin to signal that you need to raise your hips which you did before removing your shorts together with your panties in one swift movement then discarded them in some part of the room.

Again his hands traveled towards your thighs pulling your leg upwards to expose you to him. Narinig mo siyang tumawa, "You're wet, love. I just touch you tas ganto kana kabasa?"

Jay didn't waste any seconds and straightly dive his face into your pussy. The sudden pleasure made your whole body flinch, your legs unconsciously tried to close but jay's grip stop it, pinning both of your legs on either side of his head.

".... Ah!" You whimpered, eyes closed as your head was thrown back. The phone and the series were long forgotten at the same time jay worked on your body. "Fuck... ha" It was still raining but instead of the sound of droplets, the room was now full of your moans and wet, slurping sounds from jay and your pussy.

"Shit, love... ang sarap" You praised and you felt him smile from your walls. Jay's tongue was soft as it carefully lick and bite your clit. He was taking his time, so damn much that the pleasure was felt for a long time. It was obvious that he was enjoying pleasuring you, he was even angle-ing his head to reach your deepest sides. "Ah... love please, just fuck me already." Your hands tug his hair that made him groan, the vibration adding you to your pleasure. Jay left a few soft kisses on your thighs before sitting up.

"Oh, now you're talking..." He then turned you around in a lazy doggy style, you heard some shuffling of clothes and then felt his hard member over your bum. "Feel that?" Jay asked while tapping his dick lightly and then slowly sliding it in between your butt cheeks. "Laki no? My size will make you talk, make you focus on me entirely..." You felt him hover over you, his left hand supporting himself while the right seductively guide your chin to face him. "Make this angel lips say sinful words of praises" Jay's thumb brushed against your lips, his gaze made you feel things that made your body tremble in excitement. His eyes look straight into your eyes, then to your lips before he sealed them with his. Fuck, Jay's french kiss will be the death of you.

"Ah!" You moaned in between your making out when jay's dick entered you slowly. "Tangina, so big love" He pumped a few times slow, still torturing you in pleasure. "Ugh, fuck jay"

"Yeah, fuck talaga." Jay sneered pulling his body away from you before fucking you at his own pace. Tangina, it was so good. Jay feel so good, he didn't need to fasten his pace just to make himself feel good. His hip trusts in a much slower but hard at the same time, making sure that he will hit your deepest most sweetest spot inside. You can't help but grip the sheets whilst your eyes are close, your mouth hanging open as you moaned your boyfriend's name.

The pleasure was felt on your whole body, your breath was hot, and your skin was on fire. Can't even keep your eyes open even just for a squint. "Shit, love... sige pa! Please!" Jay, on the other hand, was focused on you, he make sure that he can see your expression from the mirror that was positioned at the bedside table adjacent in front of you to perfectly capture all your fucked out face even though he was fucking you behind. His eyes darkened from your expressions, his lips kissing the top of your head still looking at you. He wanted you all to himself. If he can swallow you whole, he will do it if it's the only way that he can own you.

"Y/N! Tangina, you're tight... squeezing me so damn much!" You felt his grip on your waist tighten making you look at Jay in the mirror and like you, he was so fucked out. His eyes are narrowed, focusing on you and your pleasure while his mouth releases occasional gasps and moans. Jay's thrust becomes sloppy as he sucks a spot on your neck before leaving an open-mouth kiss on the way to the top of your unclothed shoulder sucking on it again. "You want to cum?" You nodded, and he automatically pick up his pace. He thrust hard and fast making your moans louder and booming, you two felt your near and jay maintain his speed before pulling out, dick spewing white lines on your butt.

Jay collapsed on top of you, didn't really bother that his cum was now on some part of his sweater, and just hug you in comfort as the two of you tried to calm your breaths. "That was... wow" You unconsciously said breathing still staggered. Jay sneered, "You want round two? You on top, this time"

"Bet" You said before getting on top of him.

© lvenha 2022 | tumblr.

[ttodorokiii]

Hiiiiiii can I request something? Shotos darling forcing him to participate in no nut November and the entire month he’s just so needy ✋😭 every time somebody else gets to go near his darling he’s just feral (feel free to ignore this tho sorry 💖)

Actually shouto in my opinion has a very high sex drive, always willing to fuck… or make love as he’d say. I mean he’s literally the son of enji [in short, the todoroki’s have breeder balls LMAOO]

send me asks about the most random things plz I wanna interact!

[blurb under cut!]

He is good at hiding that he’s feeling horny, but if you force him to participate in no nut november… I think my guy would die 😭

“Y-Y/N, darling what do you mean….” He bit his lower lip, staring at you with his mono coloured eyes, filled with concern. You pass him a look, Shouto could see mischief jumping in your eyes.

You were scaring him. “Y-Y/N I-I don’t think that it’s a great Id-ITS THE BEST IDEA SHOU… I wanna see you so it please baby… pleaseeeeee for me…”

Shouto almost feels like crying. “B-Baby but I-I can’t… you know my hormones are crazy…” he gets on his knees, gripping on yours tighter. His face gets nuzzled between your thighs. “You’re too tempting baby… please no.” He begs.

“Yo-You can’t even do that for me shouto… how selfish are you… you’re behaving worse than mineta…” at the mention of that horndog, his bloodshot eyes shot is at your face, “WHY ARE YOU COMPARING ME TO THAT PERVERT PIECE OF SHIT?!??!”

He grabs your thighs, “okay! If that’s what you want! I’ll stay away from you, I will not initiate sex!

“I’ll make you want me! You’ll beg me to fuck you baby!”

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Presumed Dead (Part 1)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader

Word Count: 6384

TW: Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Torture, Capture/ Held Prisoner, Slight Mind Break, Guns, Internal Bleeding, Suicidal Thoughts, Bodily Changes Due to Starvation/Malnutrition, and I reserve the right to not tag all warnings so you have been warned! This is a DARK fic with dark themes and images. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. It's dark, but it is also one of my favorite things I have ever written! 💖

Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon), ??? (coming soon)

Series Masterlist

Running across the battlefield, Rick passed the motionless bodies of both his men and the enemy as he desperately searched for his lieutenant. The last time he had spotted you, you had been shooting at three knife-wielding attackers when your gun clicked empty. Your eyes had met Rick’s for just a brief second before he was overwhelmed by his own enemies. 

Rick hissed as he applied more pressure to the deep wound on his shoulder that was currently gushing blood through his fingers, but he ignored the pain as he continued his search. He had to find you before you became just another one of the bodies scattered around him.

A noise from his left caught his attention and Rick rushed off towards the sound. It led him to a platform overhanging the cliff. As he approached, he could make out a lone figure fighting off two others, and even before he could make out your face, Rick knew it was you. He would recognize your fighting style anywhere.

He pulled his gun from its holster and was taking aim just as both attackers collapsed to the floor, their blood now dripping from your knife. You let it clatter to the floor as you straightened up, trying to catch your breath. Rick could see some superficial cuts on your neck and face, but nothing looked too serious. He let out a soft sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he had lost you.

You glanced up, instantly dropping into a fighting stance at the sound of him approaching. But then you relaxed and grinned when you saw it was only him. “As usual, you only show up after I’ve taken care of everyone.”

Rick shook his head and smirked at you. “I knew you could handle yourself, darlin’. You always do.”

“I had an excellent teacher,” you said as your grin softened into something more tender.

He knew that was just empty praise. When the two of you had been introduced three years ago, you were already one of the best soldiers Rick had ever met. It was no wonder he fell in love with you almost instantly. The part that still baffled and amazed Rick was that you loved him in return.

You took a step towards him just as you heard a metallic “click”. Both of your heads snapped towards the noise. There, leaning against the support cables for the platform, a wounded enemy soldier held up a grenade in one hand and the pin in the other. He smiled weakly before his head slumped to the side and the grenade slid to the floor.

Rick screamed out your name, but it was too late. The grenade exploded, the blast destroying the support cables instantly. Your eyes, wide with fear, once again met Rick’s for just a moment as you reached out your hand for his. But then the platform collapsed into the abyss below, and you vanished along with it.

Rick collapsed to his knees, staring blankly at the spot you had been standing mere seconds before, hoping beyond hope you would somehow come climbing back over the edge of the cliff. But you never reemerged. You were gone. And you had taken his heart with you.

Rick groaned as he slowly dragged himself from unconsciousness and attempted to roll over. His head was pounding, and his entire body felt oddly weak and sluggish. He tried to think back to what had happened before this moment and where he was, but all he could remember was his nightmare. After three months, he still hadn’t had a single night’s sleep where he didn’t relive the moment you had plummeted to your death. He should have been faster, he should have saved you.

But since he had let you down in life, he had sworn he wouldn’t do the same in death. For the past three months, he had spent every moment tracking down the men who were responsible for your death. Which was how he had ended up here.

It all came rushing back. He had found a lead on the remaining men he was tracking and when Waller had refused to sanction his investigation, he had gone rogue and broken out Harley and Harkness to help him. But when they had arrived at the supposed location, they had gotten separated. And the next thing Rick knew, he was surrounded by enemy soldiers, and something had slammed into the back of his head. That was the last thing he could remember.

As he forced his eyes open, Rick realized he was in a small jail cell. Groaning once more, he sat up on the small cot he had been lying on and looked around, trying to locate the best means of escaping.

His cell had two doors. One led into the main room with another door, presumably to the outer hallway, and one that led directly into the adjacent cell. That cell was almost three times as large as his and appeared to be empty. Unfortunately, neither door seemed like it would be easy to escape from. Rick cursed softly to himself.

“Welcome back, Colonel. It’s been a while.” Rick froze at the sound of the familiar voice that had just called out to him. But it couldn’t be. You were dead…. Weren’t you?

The voice languidly continued. “Normally you show up every few days, but this time it’s been what? Almost a week? I thought maybe you were gone for good. Wasn’t sure whether to sob or rejoice.”

“Darlin’?” Rick called out hesitantly, his voice catching in his throat as he scanned the outer room and the other cell, trying to locate where your voice was coming from. He had watched you fall a hundred feet – you couldn’t have survived that – yet he’d know your voice anywhere. It sent a spark straight to his heart, restarting it after three long months.

Finally, he noticed a shape huddled in the far corner of the cell next to his. At first, he hadn’t noticed it because the gray blanket wrapped around the form blended in with the cell walls. But then Rick saw it shift slightly, and he realized what he was looking at.

Still unable to believe the miracle before him, he repeated himself, “Darlin’? Hey, it’s me. Rick. How are you here? I saw you fall…. I-I thought I’d lost you.”

“You did lose me. Then I lost me. Now, I don’t really know if there’s anything left for someone to find.”

Rick’s brow furrowed in confusion as he gazed at the back of your head while you continued to stare at the wall beside you, seemingly indifferent to his presence. He moved closer to the bars dividing your two cells. “I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. Darlin’, would you please just look at me?”

As you let out a long sigh, Rick couldn’t understand why you weren’t reacting to the fact he was here. Sure, you were both still prisoners, but just the fact the two of you had somehow managed to be reunited after your supposed death should be enough to warrant some sort of reaction: happy to see him, mad he had stopped looking for you, sad he had been captured too – something! But instead, you just continued to stare at the wall.

Rick drew himself up to his full height, and in his most authoritative voice, barked, “Lieutenant! You will look at me. Now! That is an order!”

You scoffed. “You know, even like this, you know how to get your way.” And you turned to look at him.

Rick nearly collapsed as he took in the person in front of him. There were cuts and bruises scattered across your face and neck in various stages of healing, and it looked as if your nose had been broken at some point. Your hair was a matted, greasy mess as if it hadn’t been taken care of for weeks, if not longer. Your eyes stared at him with a dull, foggy heaviness to them that made it seem as if you were staring through him, not at him. Your face had grown gaunt and thin, so painfully thin, while your skin looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun since the day you disappeared – but it was you. It was really you.

Breathlessly, Rick whispered, “It’s true….. You’re really here….”

You chuckled, the sound slightly off, almost unhinged. “But you’re not really here. You’re dead. Or I’m dead? I never remember which one. But I guess I can’t be dead if I’m still in this much pain all the time. Unless this is hell? Actually, that would make a lot of sense….”

As you continued to ramble on about the likelihood that this was hell, Rick could only stare at you in horror. “Oh my god… What have they done to you?”

“Torture,” you said matter of factually as if you had just told him the time. “And drugs. Oh, so many drugs. And none of the fun kinds either. No, just the ones that make my insides burn all night or the ones that turn my brain to mush for days or the ones that make me violently sick for hours …… or the ones that make me see you. Those are the worst. Because for just a moment, every damn time, I let myself believe you are real. But you’re never real. This isn’t real.”

“This time I am. I’m here, I swear. And I’m gonna get you out.”

You shrug, completely unphased by his statement. “That’s what you always say. Though it is strange because they didn’t give me any drugs yet today, so I don’t know why I’m seeing you. Maybe I finally snapped for good. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted this long. What’s it been, two, maybe three weeks?”

Rick’s blood ran cold. “Darlin’….. You’ve been gone for three months.”

He watched a look of panic cross your face as the reality of the situation hit you. “No… No, that’s not possible. I’ve been keeping track.”

As you rose carefully to your feet, the blanket that you had wrapped around yourself fell to the floor. Rick couldn’t contain his gasp of devastation. If he thought you had looked thin before, it was nothing compared to seeing you fully. You were still wearing the same white tank top you had been wearing under your tac gear when you disappeared, but it was now stained a brownish red with dirt and layers of dried blood. Where it had once fit snuggly over your form, it was now loose and baggy. You had a different pair of pants on than before, but even tied tightly at your narrow waist, they threatened to slip past your boney hips that were now protruding sharply from either side of your body. Ever since the day Rick had met you, you had always been toned and fit for combat, your arms firm and muscular. But now, all of that was gone as your skin was stretched tightly over nothing but bone.

But almost more heartbreaking than your transformation were the marks covering your body. Bruises of various ages and colors covered your skin in a rainbow of reds, yellows, purples, and blues. And littered amongst them were a multitude of cuts and slashes, some fresh and still slightly oozing while others had already left nasty scars. As you crossed the cell to your cot, Rick noticed your very pronounced limp, which slowed your progress. When you began to examine the wall beside the bed, he could just barely make out small tally marks carved into the surface. And as you ran your hand over them as you silently counted, he noticed how cracked, chipped, and bloody your fingernails looked. It was instantly and painfully clear how you had made those marks.

As you finished counting, you looked confused, as if the number didn’t seem right. And Rick had to admit, it looked like there was only a fraction of your time recorded there. But then, you pushed the cot aside, exposing another part of the wall. A part that was completely covered by your crude marks.

You stumbled back, your eyes growing wide and frantic at the sight of just how long you had truly been here. But then, that same foggy expression slowly fell across your face once more, and in a soft voice, you said, “Well…. as they say, time flies when you’re having fun. I guess I just forgot. But then again, I forgot a lot of things.” Your eyes flickered to Rick’s. “But never you. I never once forgot you. Though, sometimes I wish I had. Because then it wouldn’t hurt so bad when it turns out you aren’t really here.”

“I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’m so sorry for all of this. But, you don’t have to worry about that this time because I am really here.”

“That’s what they all say. But it is strange they didn’t give me any drugs yet today so I shouldn’t be seeing you. Maybe this is it and I finally snapped for good. Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” Your face fell. “Did I.... did I already say that? I think I did but I forget. But I forget a lot of things now. Those drugs they keep giving me scrambled me up pretty good. They make me see things that aren’t real. Maybe this was how Harley felt when her guy zapped her. I can’t remember his name, the guy with the green hair and that awful laugh. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. None of it does. At the end of the day, it’s still me…. Or is it? I can’t remember anymore.”

Rick didn’t even realize that tears had started silently rolling down his face until one dripped off onto his arm. You had always been the strongest, most confident, most intelligent person he had ever known. And seeing you like this, so confused, so broken, so unsure of yourself, it was its own form of torture.

You seemed to notice his tears because your lip began to quiver. “Pl-please don’t do that. Don’t show me that. It’s bad enough thinking about what he would think of what I’ve become, how he would look at me. I don’t need my hallucinations actually showing it to me. I know I’m fucked up, in my head, my body. That’s another thing I can never forget. But I don’t need to see what my colonel would really think of me.”

Rick quickly wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m not- This isn’t because of anything you did or how you are. I shoulda been here sooner. I shoulda known you’d survive and I shoulda tracked you down. I’m so sorry.”

“How were you supposed to know? I barely survived as it was and if I had seen you drop, I would have thought the same thing.” You looked down at your hands and Rick could see you were struggling to hold back your own tears. “But Rick…. I miss you so much. Every single fucking moment of every single fucking day. I thought these hallucinations were a blessing at first because I had you with me, but every time you disappear again, it tears me up inside. And all I want to do is to have one kiss, to hold your hand, to run my fingers through your hair, to smell your skin, something. It’s a physical ache at this point that screams out to me each and every time I see you. I need you as much as I need to breathe…. but you’re not really here.”

“I am! I don’t know how else to convince you.” Rick pressed himself against the bars of his cell as tightly as he could as he reached out for you. “Please, just give it one last try. One more chance to prove I’m really here.”

“You’ve said that so many times. You’ve sat in that cell so many times and tried to persuade me. But I can’t let myself fall for it again. Because every time I reach out for you and my hand passes through nothing, I die a little inside. And I’m completely hollow now.” You squeezed your eyes tightly for a moment, but when you opened them again, the pain was gone, and the old blank expression had returned. “Look, can you just go away? I really can’t deal with you today.”

“I can’t go anywhere. I’m locked up too, remember? Because I’m really here.”

“That’s what they all say. But I can’t do this, not today.”

There was something ominous about the way you repeated ‘today’. Slowly, Rick asked, “What’s so special ‘bout today?”

“You know what.” It was little more than a sigh. And when he didn’t respond, you continued. “I told you, I’m hollow, I’m hurt, and I’m tired. I’m so goddamn tired. I’ve been fighting so hard for so long-” you gestured to the marks on the wall “-apparently for longer than I realized. But I’m done. I just want to go to sleep. But I can’t do…. what I need to do... in front of you, even imaginary you. I can’t disappoint you like that. So please, just leave me to finally get my peace.” You closed your eyes again as your right thumb began to rub small circles just below your left wrist, directly across the vein.

Rick’s eyes widened as he realized what you were implying. Looking around frantically in his cell, he noticed a few small rocks in the corner where they had fallen from the wall. Picking one up, he aimed through the bars and hurled it at you. It slammed into your arm, and you snapped your eyes open as you turned to glare at him.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“Have any of your other hallucinations been able to do that? If I’m not really here, then this shouldn’t really hurt.” Rick hurled the second rock at you, which missed slightly and just skimmed across your skin, scraping it just enough to draw a few drops of blood.

You watched, a look of fascination on your face, as the red liquid welled up on your arm. Hesitantly, you wiped away the stain with your fingertips and stared at them for a moment. Then slowly, you turned to face Rick. And in a hushed whisper, you said, “It’s real, which means…. Ri-Rick?”

Rick nodded, a smile of relief spreading across his face. “Yeah. I’m real. I’m really here, darlin’. I promise you that. And I’ve never broken a promise to you, have I?”

Softly, you shook your head. Licking your lips, you took a small step forward. Then another. With one hesitant step at a time, you approached the bars that are separating your cells. You reached out your trembling hand, but when it was a few inches from the bars, you froze. With tears streaming down your face, you whispered, “I can’t. I-I can’t do this again.”

Rick gave you an understanding smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. You’re not alone anymore.” And with that, he reached through the bars to close the distance between your hands, and he linked his fingers with yours.

At the instant of contact, you inhaled sharply and your eyes flew to his. With a strangled sob, you threw yourself against the bars, desperately trying to reach as much of him as possible. Rick slid his arms through the bars as much as they would fit and wrapped you in his embrace as you bawled uncontrollably, your shoulders heaving wildly as you trembled in his grasp. He ran his hand over the back of your head as he whispered, “It’s okay, darlin’. It’s okay. I’ve got you now.”

As you continued to break down, he had to look away and clench his teeth to stop his own sobs from bursting from his chest. It was a miracle he was holding you once again. However, as he drew you close to him, he was horrified by how fragile and frail your emaciated body felt in his muscular arms. He was almost afraid that if he squeezed you too tightly, you would simply snap in half.

For what felt like an eternity, Rick held you in his arms. Within minutes, his muscles began screaming out in pain at the unnatural way he was squeezed through the bars, but he ignored it as he let you cling to him. After all you had been through, he could handle a little discomfort if it eased your suffering even the slightest bit.

But finally, you pulled back to look at him and he was able to shift into a more comfortable position. As he stared at you, he asked, “How did you survive? I saw you fall… probably a hundred feet.”

“I don’t know. I just remember seeing the cables snap and then your face and then…. nothing until I woke up here. I was hurt really badly. Broken bones, a collapsed lung, major blood loss. And my knee was completely shattered. But they didn’t care. They did enough to make sure I would survive but everything else…. Things either healed right or they didn’t. It didn’t matter to them. And when I was coherent enough, the questions started. All about ARGUS and Waller and the Task Force. But I didn’t tell them anything…. Or at least I don’t think I did. After a certain point, my memories start getting fuzzy and I can’t….” 

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes once more. “Rick…. I’m not okay. My head’s really messed up. I’m trying so hard right now to stay focused on this conversation, but I’m… drifting. Unless I really, really concentrate, I can’t remember things and I can’t…. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. I’m still not totally convinced you’re not just some new fucked up dream that I think I can touch.”

Rick cupped your face in between his hands, trying to let you feel as much of his skin, his warmth, as possible. He trailed both thumbs gently up and down your cheeks as your eyes flickered closed in the comfort of his touch. “See? I’m here with you. I’m really touching you and you’re really touching me. It’s gonna be okay. When we get outta here, we’ll get you a nice meal, have someone check you out, and they’ll have you back to your old self in no time.”

Your eyes slowly opened once more to bore solemnly into his. “And if- if they can’t?”

Rick leaned his head against yours. “Then I’ll be right there to help you figure things out. Once we’re safe, I’m never lettin’ you outta my arms again. I swear.”

The two of you remained like that for another eternity before Rick finally whispered, “What are we in for when they come back?”

You sighed. “I don’t really know. They don’t even ask me questions anymore. Obviously, they did at first, but now, they just hurt me or inject me with something then throw me back in here. I don’t know why they even bother keeping me alive anymore.”

Both you and Rick exchanged a worried glance as you processed your last statement. But before either one of you could say anything, the main door opened and six men with guns walked in. You clutched Rick’s arm tightly as they started towards your cell door.

There was nothing Rick could do while he was in a separate cell, but he tried to pull you closer to him, his hands tightly coiling in the loose fabric of your clothes.

As one of the men opened your cell and you cowered into Rick, he called out, “Hey! Hey, stop! Take me instead! Leave her alone. She doesn’t know anythin’ anyway. You want me!”

Your eyes darted to his face as you whispered, “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing. What they’ll do to you.”

Yes, I do. Rick thought. I can see it in every mark on your skin. But he continued shouting, “Fresh meat, right here. I got all the juiciest secrets you’re just dyin’ to find out.” But the men barely glanced in his direction. Instead, they grabbed you.

“No, no, no! Rick! No!” you frantically clawed at his arms as you tried to maintain your grip on him as they began to drag you away.

“Hey! Get the hell away from her!” Rick barked as he tried to push the men off of you, but one of them slammed the butt of his gun into Rick’s head, dazing him enough that he lost his grasp on you. Instantly, the men yanked you away from the bars and towards the cell door.

Rick felt blood running down the side of his head and everything was slightly hazy, but he managed to raise his head enough to focus on your face, and the soft smile of acceptance you had on it, just before they hauled you from his sight.

The next few hours were a kind of torture Rick had never experienced before. Even watching you die hadn’t felt like this. At least then, he was sure you were dead. But now? They could be doing anything to you and he had no way of knowing. In fact, there was a strong possibility you were already dead, but Rick refused to let himself consider that option. Not after he found you again. Not after he promised everything was going to be alright.

 Finally, the outer door opened and the men from before returned carrying your limp body between them. He took one look at you before throwing himself against the bars. “You bastards! What did you do to her?”

The men ignored him, but they shifted enough that Rick was able to get a better look at you. But he almost wished he hadn’t. One eye was swollen closed and your bottom lip was split wide open with blood trailing down your chin. There were finger-shaped bruises already starting to form around your throat and Rick could hear you wheezing even from here as you struggled to breathe through your damaged esophagus. Many of your old scars had been reopened, presumably with a blade of some sort, and as the men carried you into your cell, Rick saw the trail of blood you were leaving in your wake.

When they got you inside, they tossed you callously onto the cot. Rick heard you moan weakly in pain, and he shook the bars once more as he snarled, “You sons of bitches! Do you think you’re so tough because you beat up on a defenseless, injured woman? Why don’t you come over here and see what I’ll do to you?”

Six guns were immediately pointed at Rick’s head and chest, but he didn’t back down. One of the men approached the door connecting Rick’s cell to yours and he unlocked it, letting it swing open with a clang. Rick stood in place for a moment, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he took a single step forward, into your cell. Still, nothing happened. The guns were still trailed on him, but none of the men seemed like they were planning on stopping him from leaving his cell. Glancing between the men, he quickly tried to calculate how many of them he could incapacitate or kill before one of them could gun him down. He might not make it out of this alive, but at least he could take a few of the bastards who did this to you with him.

“Rick….” The sound of your hoarse, weakened voice snapped him out of his bloodlust-filled rage. As his eyes darted to you, he saw your good eye cracked open slightly and gazing at him. Slowly, you raised a single finger into the air. It was all you could manage at the moment but he understood. Ignoring all the guns pointed at him, he crossed the jail cell in three long strides and knelt down beside your cot. As he did so, he felt a tiny sting on his neck, but he ignored it as he turned all of his focus onto you.

Rick carefully cupped your face, but it still caused you to release a low moan. Up close, he could see the bruising on your cheekbone, indicating a fracture or even a break. And as he began to take your hand, he noticed all but one finger on the right hand was now missing its fingernail. Glancing at the left, he saw it in a similar state except for your pinkie, or what was left of it, was wrapped in a dirty piece of gauze.

Every muscle in Rick’s body tensed once more and he began to rise to challenge the men for what they had done to you, but you whispered, “No. Stay.”

Ever so slowly, and with much effort, Rick lowered himself back to the floor, the hatred still glowing in his eyes. But he reluctantly turned his focus back to you. The slightest ghost of a smile passed across your lips, and Rick gave your arm a soft squeeze.

After a few minutes of silence, the men slowly backed out of the cell, their guns still trailed on Rick. And then they locked the cell and exited the room. The two of you were finally alone, together in the same place. But at what cost?

Rick gazed down at you tenderly, as he gently stroked the back of your hand. “Darlin’, why did they do this to you? Why now?”

You swallowed painfully before mumbling, “They have you. A colonel. What more do they need with the broken shell of a lieutenant? This was a warning for you to cooperate with them. And they said if I survive this, they’ll just do it again until I don’t.”

“I won’t let them. And you’ve been through worse than this before. You’re gonna pull through.”

“Rick…. I don’t think I am.”

Slowly, your hand reached for the bottom of your shirt. You tried raising it up, but Rick could see you were struggling. So, he gently moved your hand out of the way and lifted the hem of your shirt to reveal your stomach. Massive bruises covered your torso, but one section on your left side was especially brutal. It was a much darker red and purple than the rest and when he gently prodded it, your skin was hot to the touch.

He looked fearfully back up to your face and you weakly nodded. “I think I felt something break or burst. There’s probably internal bleeding. Things are going to get bad. And then, they’re going to get worse. And there’s nothing we can do about that without help.”

“You have to hold on. Okay? The team will have been lookin’ for me and they have to be close by now. You just have to hold on until they get here. Then it’ll all be okay.” He brushed the hair away from your sweaty face. “I’m right here beside you and I’ll do whatever I can to help, but you have to fight. For me. For us. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

“I’ll try. But I don’t know how much fight I have left.”

Rick leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before muttering, “It’ll be okay. You’re the strongest person I know. And you’re gonna be fine.”

An hour or so later, you were much worse. Your skin was hot and clammy to the touch, the bruise on your side was growing larger as well as darker, and you were barely able to hold on to consciousness. Rick kept trying to get you to talk in order to keep you awake, but your words soon grew more chaotic and confused than ever before, until Rick couldn’t bear to listen to the insanity spilling from your lips. So instead, he let you drift back into silence.

He remained pressed tightly to you on the small cot, running his hand soothingly over your hair or across your face, softly whispering words of encouragement or hope. However, he wasn’t sure if you were even aware of the fact he was here anymore. Every once in a while, you would mutter something incoherent before going quiet again and Rick would just hold you tighter.

And then the coughing started. Wet, ragged sounds that had your body folding in half and your face contorting in pain. When this would happen, Rick would help ease you into a sitting position and wrap you in a bear hug to try and keep you from shaking too much and causing even more harm to your already severely damaged body. Then, he would lower you back down as you gasped frantically, trying to catch your breath. This cycle repeated in rapidly shortening intervals.

After a particularly bad coughing spell, he watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and he used his thumb to wipe it away. “Come on, darlin’. You gotta stay with me. I just got you back. I can’t watch you die again.”

For the first time since the fever started, you looked up at him with halfway clear eyes. You struggled to swallow before murmuring, “Rick, I’ve wanted to die for weeks. I was ready to do it myself when you showed up. But now at least, I get to do it in your arms. The last thing I’ll get to feel is them wrapped around me, and the last thing I’ll see is your face, your eyes. And that’s more than I could have ever hoped for. It absolutely terrifies me what they’ll do to you when I’m gone, but selfishly, I’m glad you’re here with me.” You smiled softly up at him before your face contorted once more and your body convulsed as you coughed, and Rick could only stare in horror as blood dotted your lips, and stained your teeth. It was a bad sign in a long list of bad signs.

With a somber sigh, he leaned over and rested his head on yours. “Just hang in there. We’ll figure a way out. I promise.”

“What happened to never breaking a promise to me?” you asked weakly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your blood-speckled lips as your eyes fluttered, struggling to remain open.

“I haven’t yet, have I?” You shook your head, the movement so small that Rick felt it more than saw it. “It’ll be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Before he could say more, there was a loud commotion on the other side of the door that led out into the hall. Rick eased himself carefully off the cot and hurried over to the bars of the cell just as a blast of gunfire exploded outside. He glanced back at you, but you hadn’t even flinched at the noise, either too accustomed to these kinds of outbursts or too weak to react anymore. Rick wasn’t sure which option was more troubling.

Then, as suddenly as it started, the sounds stopped. Rick shifted his position so he stood between you and the door as he lowered himself into a fighting stance. No one was going to lay another finger on you as long as he still had breath in his lungs.

The door flew open, slamming loudly against the wall, and a familiar figure walked in. Rick straightened up as she said, “There ya are, Colonel. Been lookin’ for ya.”

Rick pressed his face against the bars. “Harley? How did- never mind. You need to get us out of here right now.”

“Us? Ya got a little friend in there with ya?” Harley skipped over towards the cell but came to a sudden halt as she got a look at the person on the cot. “Is that…. I thought she was dead!” But then she gasped as she took in the full extent of your injuries. “Oh, doll…. Look at you. You’ve been stuck in here this whole time?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I thought she died too, but somehow, she survived. However, she won’t last much longer without serious medical attention, so you need to call someone to extract us.” But Harley just kept staring at you in disbelief and shock, the horror of what she was seeing clearly etched on her face. Yet Rick didn’t have time for it. He barked, “Harley! Either call someone or give me the damn phone so I can. Now! That’s an order.”

Reluctantly, she dragged her eyes away from you and gave her commander a two-finger salute. “Whatever ya say, boss.” Then she pulled out a phone and quickly dialed a number.

As she began to talk to someone on the other end of the line, Rick hurried back to your side. “Darlin’, I need you to sit up. Harley’s here and we’re gettin’ you out of here.” He held open his arms to help you.

However, you weakly shook your head as you muttered, “It’s just the drugs. It has to be. Makes you see what you wanna see. But it’s not real. It’s never real. You, Harley, Boomer… you’ve all shown up to save me so many times. But in the end, it’s never real…..” You trailed off as your head lolled to the side. Rick could see you still breathing but it was getting shallower with each inhale.

However, it was going to be alright because Harley was here and help was coming. You had to be wrong because Rick was never given any drugs which meant Harley couldn’t be a hallucination. She was here, just on the other side of the bars calling for help. Harley was her-

Suddenly, Rick remembered the sharp sting to the back of his neck when they returned you to your cell, as if from a bug bite….. or from a needle. Hesitantly, he looked up to stare at Harley who was pacing just a few feet away with the phone still pressed to her ear. Rick’s eyes never left her as he approached the bars. Then, ever so slowly, he reached out his hand to touch her.

Part 2 and a surprise part coming soon! 🥰

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nooo don’t worry! the longer the message the better alkdkskdkskd thank you SO much!!! i can’t imagine going through these rough enchanté-less days without you 🥺❤️💙

[jakeyp]

hi ives i love you

Hi shou I love you too 🥺💖

[pillow-anime-talk]

too kind.

request ; @wrinkledoldbat​: hellou! its very nice to meet you since its my first time requesting anything from you. i was going to ask if i can get jason and imayoshi (knb), aone (haikyuu) with a very (idk how to put this) “forgive and forget” kind of s/o? like, the s/o would let people walk over them if necessary to not get in a conflict or a fight. i’m sorry if this is too specific, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho! have a nice week💖

# tags: headcanons; current relationship; bullying; romance; light!drama & light!angst; but some fluff too; rather sfw i think

includes: gender neutral reader ft. jason silver & shouichi imayoshi {knb} + takanobu aone {hq!!}

author’s note: thank you so much! 

— JASON

↘ You were the complete opposite of your boyfriend. He was arrogant and explosive, while you were definitely submissive and calm. Of course it wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but sometimes... Jason was getting really hard to control. Especially when you get hurt.

↘ It was because you were the first, really serious partner in his life. You’re more than a one-night stand that an eighteen-year-old would quickly forget.

↘ Therefore, seeing you picking up papers scattered on the ground and a man in a suit who screaming at you, his fists clenched and his lip twitched in angery. He immediately moved towards you to help you.

↘ “Watch out you dumb bitch! You could get my suit dirty. Do you think you have money for something so expensive like this?” The male over his thirty was raising his voice all the time, causing other people to look at you. You lowered your head, apologizing to him once again, but the man wouldn’t listen to you. Instead, he stamped on one of your CV pages, insulting you again under his breath.

↘ “Got a problem, man?” Jason’s voice reached both your ears and the businessman's ears.

↘ “Yes, that little bitch almost destroyed my...” The guy turned around. Seeing the basketball player standing (or rather his muscular chest because – you know – Silver is huge and tall as fuck), he immediately swallowed and took a step back.

↘ “Yo, finish what you started saying. I’d love to hear what you have to say.” He smirked as he grabbed the older man by the shirt. “So?”

↘ ‘Oh my God. Please, no.’ You thought, quickly picking up the last papers, then standing up and grabbing Jason’s big hand. “It’s okay, Jason. Let’s get out of here.”

↘ “No, I don’t think it’s ‘okay’.”

↘ “Babe, please.” You said calmly, gripping his hand tighter. “I have a delicious dinner at home, let’s eat together today.” You smiled warmly and your boyfriend let go of man’s shirt, letting the biznesmen fall onto the hard pavement. “Thank you. Let’s go.”

↘ Probably thanks to you the number of fights between Jason and other people has dropped by 70%.

— SHOUICHI

↘ This tsundere mf with you will surely be more clingy and nice. But for you and only you, not for other people who, for example, are your classmates or even best friends. He’ll still be sarcastic and arrogant towards others.

↘ Therefore, when he accidentally sees someone from your class push you and then laughs at you along with the others, saying that you are a silly and clumsy, he won’t leave it without consequences. He will come closer, putting his hand politely on one of the student’s shoulder, and then ask in a low voice if he can help with something.

↘ Someone will probably start to say to him that to you ‘should learn to walk correctly’, but when the same person notices whom he replied, he’ll apologize immediately and run away with the others people. After that, Imayoshi will look at your face and pat you on the head, saying that you shouldn’t be so good-natured to others and that you should reply to them sometimes or ask him for some help.

↘ “... I don’t want to get into unnecessary arguments, Shou. Anyway, this is my last year at Touou High School, so it’s okay. There is no point to worrying about it.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand. “Also, I should also be looking at my feet and where I am going.”

↘ “Stupid.” He muttered under his breath. “If something happened and someone bullying you, tell me about it. I’ll explain everything on your behalf.”

↘ “It’s alright Shou-kun, really. Let’s go, the lesson will begin soon.”

↘ People really should be grateful to you and to the fact that you always calm your boyfriend down because if not you... then surely everyone would live in big fear.

— TAKANOBU

↘ Aone is a really peaceful type of person who also doesn’t like arguments and conflicts between people. You two are a truly calm and balanced pair of lovers.

↘ However, when something bad happens to you, he’s always worried and leaves everything to take care of you.

↘ Like now, when he came out of the gym after training and noticed that one of girls from another class was shouting at you and saying that you shouldn’t get close to the volleyball team, much less Futakuchi, whom she described as ‘her future boyfriend’. Of course you apologized to her saying you weren’t going to take brunet from her and he’s just your friend, but she instead lifted her hand and swung at you.

↘ Fortunately, the tall, middle blocker took her hand in right time, thanks to which nothing bad happened to you (like I said before).

↘ “Why are you raising your hand on Y/N?” He asked in a calm tone, at the same time making that the student’s face became pale. “You cannot use violence to others.” He added softly, releasing her fingers, then grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to his body. “Plus, I doubt Kenji would like a girl who is mean to other people.”

↘ “Taka-kun, it’s okay, let’s go to home.” You smiled gently as you tried to pull him away from the second-grader.

↘ “Y/N, I need to explain that... You can’t do things like that.” He said to you and then to the teenager.

↘ “S-Sorry! I’m so sorry! I have to go!” The girl bowed down and then ran away from you and your boyfriend. Instantly you lifted your head up and laugh.

↘ “You shouldn’t be so peaceful. I could talk to her so that she wouldn’t come up to you again.” You stroked his cheek, smile again and then kissed his thin lips.

↘ You were honestly surprised that your big boy said so many different words to the other person that day.

[forgetobias]

Hi shou I'm here to give you some love and appreciation because you deserve everything and ilysm and I hope you're having the best day ❤💖

ives what did i do to deserve you why are you so sweet and kind and lovely you know that i love you so fucking much right