#i thought they managed to stay open or something but thats so sad!

[fossette-promenade]

OH i think that person in my last reblog owns cotton candy feet. I was going to say damn so many ccf bags... anyways QUEEN BEHAVIOR

[jubiilee13]

JOSH HUTCHERSON. I do badly wanna make a request for Josh from the forger but I must show restraint

Anyways Mike asking you to officially be his gf?

JOSH HUTCHERSON JOSH HUTCHERSON AOQWEIIOWEIOOIAWEFIOFWAEWGAGEHRGAHREW

my husband

anyways here u go pooksters

warnings: female pronouns, fluff, reader has a nightmare, smooching just a lil

I didn’t check spelling on this so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry 😭

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mikes job was not an easy one.

neither was managing a younger sister.

but thats where you came in.

you and mike had known one another since high school, though you two hadn’t been the closest pair at the time. gentle smiles in the halls and small hellos were about all that went on in your mind.

but not for sweet old mike.

he adored you, every second he got to be in your presence was like heaven.

looking back on it he wasn't sure how you hadn't noticed his longing stares, the blush coating his cheeks, the way he fumbled over his words.

he was in love with you, that was clear to everyone but you.

so when the end of high school rolled around, the two of you fell out of touch.

he was sad, yes, but he had abby to worry about, and some cute girl couldn't get in his way.

so for the next few years nothing happened between the two of you, and he just assumed you had moved away to some far away place. eventually the amount thoughts of you in his mind began to dwindle down, until you only crossed his mind at most 2 times a year.

that was until a few months ago that is...

long story short mike had posted a few flyers about needing a baby sitter for abby, and low and behold someone sent him a message and sweetly said they'd love to meet up with him over coffee to discuss more details.

so thats exactly what happened, mike put on his most formal clothes (which wasnt really much) and began his journey to the coffee shop. He anxiously wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, silently cursing himself for his nervous habits. before he knew it the coffee shop was just ahead, and as he stepped inside it was like his heart stopped beating.

it was you.

He tried to hide his smile but you could read that man like an open book.

The two of you talked for several hours, about the job, about life, about everything.

you could've kept going even, if it werent for mike having to pick up abby from school.

so you bid your farewells and mike informed you that you could start watching abby the following day.

as mike worked each night, you stayed with abby, doing everything with her, and she loved it.

every day she would gush to mike about you, talking about the adventures and fun times the two of you had shared.

mike listened every time as well, and every time he did so he couldnt help but note how his feelings for you began to return.

after all, you were so sweet, so gentle, so... loving.

how could he help it?

every morning after his shift he would come home to find leftovers on the counter, alongside a small handwritten note from you, each time saying something ever so sweet.

on top of that he would also find you dozing on the couch, and every time he saw you sleeping so peacefully he would just admire you for a few moments, always opting to cover you with his jacket or a blanket before he sent himself off to bed as well.

so that brings us to tonight.

mike walks through the door with a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he places his vest on the coat rack, dragging himself into the kitchen as he picks up your sweet note.

"abby insisted on pizza and spaghetti tonight so take your pick sugar, i hope work was well, i hope you dont mind but i forgot a change of clothes tonight and abby grabbed a pair of your boxers and an old sweatshirt of yours, i just threw it on for tonight, i promise ill get it back to you clean asap! lots of love, - y/n" the note read.

mike cant help but chuckle at your rambling, and he picks up the plate full of pizza and he reaches out to open the microwave but stops in his tracks when he hears something.

something so faint he wasnt even sure he had really heard it.

then it happened again, louder now and mikes blood ran cold.

it was you, your cries.

mike rushes into the living room, and his body visibly relaxes when he finds you still deep in slumber on the couch.

a small frown falls on his face when he notices you squirming, a distressed look across your sleeping features as a few frantic words escape your mouth in slumber.

"no! mike- mike please- dont- i need you mike please" you murmured, so softly that mike was sure he was hallucinating.

still he approached your sleeping figure, his rough hands gently making their way to your shoulders.

“hey hey hey” he whispered as he gently shook you, concern in his eyes.

yet you didn’t budge, body trembling beneath him as small whines escape you, even some small tears slipping past your closed eyes.

he shook you harder now, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you shoot upright, but his relief quickly fades as a quiet sob escapes your lips.

your teary e/c eyes scan over him, almost checking to see if it’s really him.

once your brain finally decides to accept the fact that he’s really in front of you, you fling yourself towards him, more sobs escaping your lips “oh mikey” you cry out.

mike immediately wraps his arms around your torso, one hand moving up to comb through your hair.

“woah woah woah I’m right here pretty girl, I’m here, I’m here” he coos into your ear, holding your trembling frame.

the two of you stayed like that until your sobs turned into small sniffles, your head resting on his shoulder as you took in his scent.

“m’sorry…” you mumble into the crook of his neck

“it’s ok don’t apologise silly, do you wanna talk about it?” he quietly asks you, and you nod.

“I- you died mikey… in my dream… you- you were gone! I- I was so scared… I can’t lose you” you say between hiccups, and he hopes you can’t tell how your words make his heart race.

“im not leaving anytime soon pretty girl, can i tell you a secret y/n?” he asks as he brushes a hair behind your ear.

he chuckles when you nod and cuddle further into him, his face flushing ever so slightly, not that you could notice in the dim light of the room anyways.

“ive been in love with you since freshman year” he murmurs, and with those words your body grows stiff and you sight upright.

“y-you have?” your shaky voice asks

he nods, his orbs locking onto your own, and he goes to speak, his nerves getting the best of him, but before he can you cut him off.

with a kiss.

you had kissed mike.

mike just kissed the love of his life.

the kiss was sweet, gentle, and it seemingly lasted forever.

the two of you eventually pulled away for air, chests heaving as you both gasp gently for air.

you both go to speak at the same time

“I love you so much-“

“I’m so in love with you”

you both gasp at the others words, and you can’t help but giggle.

“so does this mean..?” you question, as you absentmindedly cuddle closer into him

“mean what? that you’re my girlfriend?” he asks gently

“if you want me to be” you say with a smile, awaiting his next words

“well how can I say no to a smile like that?”

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this is prob really bad I haven’t written in forever but I’m lowkey kinda proud of it for rn, I hope you enjoy!

[gravity-what]

More art to go with story blurbs I may or may not actually write.

This piece is definitely one of my biggest as far as number of characters is concerned but I am actually pretty happy with how it came out! Shout out to @grasshopperdoingdogpaddle for being very kind and finding screenshots of the temple dinning room for me to reference!

Anyway: blurb under the cut that explains context!

“Okay thats it! I am tired of pretending everything is fine and okay with all of this and if Dashi isn’t going to do anything then maybe Guan will!” Rai yelled across the dining table, his hands pressed against the table and his breaths coming hard in anger. “Chase is going to turn Heylin and become an evil dragon monster!”

An awkward silence fell over the table only broken by Dashi himself as he let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like it was supposed to hide a laugh. The silence stretched until Dashi finally seemed to get ahold of himself and spoke up.

“Sorry kid,” he said with an air of nonchalance, “guess I should have told you when we were chatting earlier: you are about thirty years late on that information.” he said slowly, indicating to Chase who was looking away and drinking tea to try to hide a physical wince. “already happened.”

There was another long pause as Guan rolled his eyes and the Dragons in training looked at their time traveling guests in various expressions of shock. They all seemed to recover at once and a collective “IT WHAT!?” Filled the room, including Omi who was looking at Chase with something like shocked sadness. ‘Poor kid’ Dashi thought, chuckling under his breath ‘spent the whole day with the guy and had no idea’.

“I don’t see what is so funny about this situation.” Guan cut in with a glare, making it obvious that Dashi wasn’t doing as good a job as he thought in hiding his laughter, “we are wasting time continuing to stay here, and the longer we wait-”

“What? What’s going to happen?” Dashi asked, reclining back against some air, “Come on buddy, we are in the future! We can get back to the past at any point we want. Hell, we could even go back to before we left! Although that, uh…might complicate things…”

“I hate to agree with Guan, Dashi, but I am with him on this one.” Chase cut in. “As good as it has been to see Omi once more and to be…somewhat myself again, we really should not put off taking care of Hannibal longer than necessary. I do not wish to think about what could be happening in our absence.”

“Hey, hey hey!” Dashi said, waving his hand again at his two companions, as temporary as they might be, “look at it this way, both of you! We are in the future and it’s looking pretty bright to me so obviously we did something right! Right?”

“I’m sorry,” the future Dragon of Fire cut in, “can we uh…go back to the whole ‘Chase is already an evil monster’ thing?” She said, indicating a little frantically to said ‘evil monster’, “because he doesn’t exactly look like it right now.”

Chase sighed and looked away again, though really he had been avoiding eye contact this whole time, “The monstrous half of me, or, I suppose more accurately, the Yin side of me, has been trapped in the yin-yang world thanks to Dashi’s little toy.”

“Hold up!” Dashi argued, sitting back up again, “They aren’t toys! They are powerful magical devices!”

“It was a yo-yo.” Chase deadpanned.

“A Yo-yo that opened a portal to another dimension that we managed to trick you into and back out of!” he added in a teasing voice. The exasperated look that Chase sent Dashi was mirrored by Guan.

“So…this is your Yang self?” Omi asked, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic about the realization.

“Ah-ah kid! I can see those wheels turning,” Dashi waved a finger at him, “and, let me tell you, this isn’t a very good solution to the overall problem you are trying to fix. No one can go around as only half themselves forever. It just doesn’t work like that.”

“Even if Chases other half is a mindless beast.” Guan added in, sounding bitter.

“I am working on that!” Chase insisted with a hiss, obviously only meant for Guan to hear even though the room and table were really too small for them to talk just between themselves. “Do you think I enjoy having no control over myself and my actions?!”

“You certainly seemed to be enjoying ravaging that village before we tricked you into that portal-“

“Guys, Guys! No fighting it front of the kids alright?” Dashi quickly cut in. He was pretty sure those kinds of gory details weren’t kid-appropriate, even if these kids were the future Xiaolin Dragons. “besides, we’re here to relax, recuperate, and come up with a plan right? No fighting allowed.”

Both Guan and Chase let out a groan and an eye roll but did get back to their meals once more as Dashi reclined back on his gust of air. It really was nice to have the gang back together, even if it was going to no-doubt be short lived.

[layraket]

there was an update you know the drill. time to go nuts with each pannel.

I LOVE HOW IN THE FIRST PAGE WE DIRECTLY GET HIT WITH SO MANY EMOTIONS FROM EVERY ONE OF THE BOYS.

Wild with the realisation that he didnt finish this all, not yet. Theres still danger, the same thing that almost killed his brother is still breathing and can if it wants to do the same with the rest of his newfound family

Twilight i feel like is almost the same as Wild, but for other reasons. The Shadow almost took his life, and after he thought that it was finally dead, boom. That thing is still out there and maybe is gonna be around for some more time.

He wants to believe that theres something else also opening the gates, that the Shadow is really dead and it's just another weird monster who opened the one that Sky saw

Hyrule confirms it, and reminds Twi that no, the damn thing is still out there and will go in a hunting game with each one of them.

Wild realised his mistake, he didn't kill it, he destroyed it's defenses. What if he stayed and searched for every piece of the Shadow and destroy it? They will be having this same conversation? He hopes to at least for it to happend in another time

Wind got a point here, if youre not sure of all it's tricks it looked like it was finally dead. Wild and any of them would have never guessed if it was the end or not. Not even Time

side note but

Wild looks so sad here, no not sad. Guilty is the word. He feels like he failed, again. If he thought more what to do maybe his brothers will not be in danger

OKAY I WANT TO STOP IN HERE FOR JUST A SEC.

I know it is maybe something without importance, but the fact that Four is the one who we are focused, how he looks like he's carefull listening Wild's words of auto-inflicted guilt. He looks like hes thinking the statement carefully, Wild didn't failed shit, it wasnt his faoult that they were trapped in this whole mess across time, and Four knows it.

We are stopping being serious for a moment just to admire this. theyre confused. thinking. out of context even. idk. i love this specific pannel. theyre such a mood.

we need to stop a second more because goddamn it this pannel slaps

The representation of Time being surronded by the choice of help his descendant or kill the thing that hurted him in the first place, he's just a man who got throught a lot, and even after all thta he's still trapped in this choosing what to do (both options will have consquences) thing

and here we got more of Wars being the traditional paramedic of the group! I remember a person saying that yeah Hyrule can heal people with magic, but Warriors participated in a war, so he knows basic treathening and i think thats so perfect and true for his character

theyre still processing the fact that Twilight and Wolfie are the same, it haven't been discussed properly since Twi woke up, and i think it will be in a future when everyone is more settled down

this man doesn't regret the danger he put himself under, he knows it was for the safety of his brothers and to stop this madness

also he was tired of it running like a total coward from them, if it was going to kill them at least it shouldn't run from what it started!

oh no. he caught you Twi. now you will suffer the consequences of putting yourself in danger so many times with them not knowing

oh four. You really know what youre saying

youre the one who know the most that theyre doing better than it could

if this means that theyre finally using all their items im so in for the whole chaos that it would bring in the fights

Legend has a shit ton of items and weapons, mostly inclined to magic, i need to see that.

i remembered something

Jojo said that Hyrule will have more importance in the future, if this means something... Oh shit

im not highing up my expectations, but i know that we will see his enemies sooner than we expect

and that will not end up well for the ones who don't know how to manage them

this background, no words. 10/10.

These two pannels killed me

Time is directly watching his descendant, and Twilight knows well why. He doesn't blames him, he knows that he scared them all to death. He doesn't want to go throught that with one of them too

this confirms that Sky can sense what makes Fi react, he can feel when she's upset with something, maybe he felt the anger when Twi got hurt, her fury whne she couldn't defend him. That's her duty right? Protect and serve her masters

sky i love you this was so unserious and out of place such a perfect ending of update

NOW THE THING THAT EVERYONE WAS WAITING

WARRIORS GOT HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF BACK!!!!1!!!

(art credits goes to @linkeduniverse ! )

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P3

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language, past abuse, abandonment and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

P1 - P2 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11 - P12 - P13 - P14

Walking down the steps you soon spot Percy on the mast bench where you told him to wait, your surprised Luffy hasn't dragged him away now that he's in a change of clothes and clean skin, his hair is still a mess, the tie holding his bun is gone and yet the hair stays in the exact same passion. It makes you sad realizing how bad it is and how long and maybe even painful it will be to get all the mats out, you know it won't be as simple as shaving his head, plus the young man has been through enough, he deserves to at least keep some of his hair. "Hay, you ok?" You ask getting his attention, Percy jumps at the sound of your voice but soon relaxes when seeing you sit next to him "Y-yea… Miss Robin wants to do my hair soon and i was hoping you could come with" Raising an eyebrow you give him a confused look wondering why he would need you "Robin's an expert you don't need me, you'll be fine" You try and reassure only for him to rub his arm and lean closer to you making you lean away from him a bit "To be honest… she kinda scares me" The young man whispers while looking around to make sure no one else can hear him, slapping your hand over your mouth trying your best not to laugh but some of your giggles get past your hand making the young man sigh feeling like he shouldn't have said anything. Managing to calm down you place a hand on his shoulder "No, no i'm sorry, i shouldn't laugh, I'll come with you if you feel uncomfortable around her, but trust me when i say that even though she says scary things, Robin is so sweet and a joy to be around" Patting his shoulder you stand up ready to head to the aquarium bar where you know she'll be.

Percy sits there for a minute watching you start to walk, his eyes looking you up and down before muttering under his breath "Your sweet" turning you raise an eyebrow at hearing him mutter something but you couldn't hear what it was, Percy's cheeks are a little red, and he's refusing to look at you instead looking down at the ground making you feel like maybe you said something that upset him. "Something wrong?" You ask only for Percy to shoot up his cheeks going redder while shaking his head "No miss, nothing at all" He panics but you relax at his words, giving him a smile you gesture for him to follow "By the way stop with the miss, just call me Y/N" You state before opening the door to the aquarium bar for him. Percy nods walking into the slightly dark room, his eyes widen at seeing the large fish tank with a long red sofa curving around the front, in the middle where a round table is Robin has set up all her equipment. "It's going to take a while so i thought you might want something to look at while i work" Robin smiles patting the wooden chair thats facing the fish tank, when the young man doesn't move you pat his shoulder while walking past him and over to the black haired woman "Y/n, you deiced to join?" With a smile you nod watching as the young man slowly makes his way over while admiring the area around him before sitting in the chair "Yea i thought you might need some extra hands, you did a lot back at the prison, i just thought you might want a break" You were only half lying to her since you didn't want to tell her the real reason why your here but weather she bought it or not, it didn't really matter, she wouldn't poke and prod like Nami would. "Thank you, I'm grateful for the help, take these, spray the ends and then tease the ends of the hair, take thin and small sections"

You sit on one side of the young man while Robin sits on the other, both of you taking small sections and starting to comb from the bottom up, there were times when Percy would jump or flinch in pain when you accidentally pulled on a knot too hard or Robin got close to his scalp, but he sat through very well and didn't complain. "How are you holding up?" You ask after almost an hour of combing, you and Robin were making some headway but you can tell it's going to be almost two hours until your done and thats not including the hair cut "Urm… I'm ok" Percy hesitates clearly in discomfort but not wanting to show it, Robin leans round to look at the young mans face with a small kind smile "We'll take a break soon so don't worry" He nods at her starting to relax his shoulders as the two of you continue "I've been meaning to ask, is there anyone back home that you might want to contact?" Robin asks trying to get information while also distracting the young man from what she's doing, Percy shifts his eyes from the fish tank to the floor while gripping his knees "No… There's no one back home" hearing the sadness in his voice you stop brushing his hair and place your stuff on the side before moving round to take his hand in yours "I'm sorry for what ever happened but i hope you'll have a better life after all this" A sad smile appears on Percy's face, but he keeps his eyes on the floor, you can tell he's debating weather to talk about it or not but you don't want to push him into anything so keep quiet, silently comforting him. Robin on the other hand has other ideas it seems she wants to know more about the young man and what he's been though, why she wants to know so bad is something you should probably ask later but for now you'll let her do what she needs too.

Continuing to comb through a strand of untangled hair to make sure everything is out Robin asks what you didn't want too "What happened?" A sigh of relief leaves Percy's lips, it seems he needed permission to talk about it instead of bottling it up "My mother didn't really want me but my farther did, so he raised me, some times mum would come by, she'd stay a few weeks and then just suddenly leave. I never really liked her since she would yell and scream, she'd hurt my dad and call us names asking for money and stuff. I still don't understand why Dad would let her back into our lives with open arms, but he always kept me safe, fed and warm. A year into being forced into working at the prison i found out that he had passed away a few months before i was actually told…. I never got to talk to him, to say goodbye-" Tears run down his face as his hand grabs yours trying to gain some kind of comfort, holding his hand tight you grab a tissue and hand it to him letting the young man wipe his eyes. Robin stops what she's doing and places a hand on his shoulder in comfort, the two of you stay silent letting Percy cry as much as he needs too, its clear he needed this. "T-thank you" The young man sniffs after calming down a bit and loosening his grip on your hand "It's ok, i'm sorry you had to go through all that" You hand him a clean tissue as Robin stands making her way to stand in front of the young man "What you've been though is hard but you should look towards the future, one that you can be proud of. It's going to be hard but try not to dwell on the past"

Robin's words ring more than true since she's speaking from experience, it makes you so proud of her and reminds you of how far she's come, you hope the same will happen to Percy, that he'll be able to move forwards and find people who love him like the crew loves Robin. The three of you sit and talk for a while deciding to give Percy a break from tugging at his hair, the conversation becomes a lot lighter mainly talking about the Sunny and the fish tank until the door opens with a bang "Robin-Chan, Y/N my love" Sanji calls out with a big smile while holding a tray of snacks and drinks, Percy jumps spinning around to look at the cook while you and Robin both smile and let out a laugh as the blonde sways his way over "I bring snacks and drinks for my lovely lady's .. and our guest" Sanji keeps his smile even though he still doesn't like Percy all that much, placing the tray down he hands you your drink while placing a kiss on your cheek which you lean into. Robin hands the young man his drink as he calms down seeing it's not a threat "Thank you Sanji, this is excellent" The black haired woman smile taking her own drink and having a sip "Anything for you Robin-chan, is there anything else i can get you?" Sanji asks hearts starting to appear in his eyes making you giggle, you know he loves getting praises from the girls on the ship. Robin shakes her head while grabbing a piece of food starting to eat while the cook starts looking at Percy's hair "Wow, you got all this done in an hour, it's a lot longer than i thought it would be" The cook smiles taking a piece of Percy's combed hair in his hands.

The young man gulps and shy's away a little from the blonde but it seems Sanji didn't notice, too focused on yours and Robins work "A few more hours, and then we'll be done" Robin replays looking over her work with soft eyes, nodding in agreement you sip on your drink "I think your hair might actually touch the floor once were done" You giggle making Percy blush while rubbing the back of his neck shying away from you while slightly pushing Sanji's hand off his hair. The cook raises an eyebrow but pulls away from the young man's hair, he tries not to hate their guest, but he has two of his lovely lady's all to himself and seems to have taken a liking to you. He knows it natural since your kind and understanding, your not one to judge right away so its easy for people to be drawn to you but he's jealous of the attention your giving him. "Everything ok hun?" You ask seeing the cook staring at the back of Percy's head with that strange thinking face, snapping out of his thoughts the cook quickly turns to you with a big smile "Yes, sorry love, i was just thinking. The work you've both done is amazing and with Robin-chan's hair skills i'm sure it'll look great. Long, short, straight, wavy, it'll look amazing no matter how you style his hair, your skills are amazing Robin-chan" As he speaks hearts start to appear in his eyes as he cups his cheeks and sways from side to side fawning over Robin's skills. You can't say the cooks wrong, the black haired woman somehow has a natural skill when it comes to hair "Thank you sanji, your too kind" Robin waves him off but the cook takes her hand and shakes his head wanting to praise her work "Your hands are amazing Robin-chan-" He goes to say more when Luffy calls out for the cook.

You can hardly hear what the captain is yelling about but its clear he needs Sanji for something so with a sigh the cook lets go of Robin's hand and walks over to you giving your forehead a lingering kiss "I'll see you later my love" Rubbing your cheek with his thumb the cook looks down at you with soft eyes making your heart melt "See you later hun" You smile up at him feeling warmth swell inside your chest when he reluctantly removes his hand from your face before heading out the door closing it behind him. "How does he have so much energy?" Percy suddenly asks making you laugh while Robin shrugs, you honestly don't know, the cook works all hours of the day and night but no matter how tired he is the blonde somehow manages to hide it and take care of the crew. Placing down your empty glasses the two of you get back to work, conversations would come and go but the silence in between wasn't weird or awkward, it was actually kind of nice and calming. With Percy's hair fully de-tangled and straight, Robin did some dry treatments on his hair while deciding what to do for the cut. You were right about his hair touching the floor but when he stood up it went to the back of his knees, the black haired woman looked over his hair checking strands "I'm going to have to take a lot off due to the damage, I'd say probably up to here" Robin explains placing her hand just under his shoulder blades, Percy nods but you can see a slight sad look on his face "It will grow out with time but for now we need you comfortable and healthy"

The young man looks to you with a small smile before turning to Robin "I used to have long hair with an undercut, I liked it that way because when I'd put my hair up in a bun the back would be different, sometimes I'd get patterned shaved into the small patch of hair there… could you maybe do that?" Percy rubs his arm unsure if thats ok for her to do but Robin nods with a smile grabbing her scissors and starting to cut the dead pieces of hair off "Of course, I'll try and keep as much as i can" Sitting back you watch the black haired woman work, the young man still seems shy around her so your kinda reluctant to walk away but you have other things to do, chores that need doing. You know if you don't get most of them done now you'll be swamped tomorrow, on the other hand maybe taking a break won't be so bad, the joins in your fingers and wrist are starting to hurt and stiffen from all the combing. With Percy sitting down and Robin shaping his hair you stand stretching your sore arms, the young man moves his eyes to look at you keeping his head still "I'll leave you too d-" You smile but get interrupted when Percy grabs your hand "Wait.. your leaving?" He still refuses to move his head even though Robin has stopped to look you over seeing you wince in pain from his grip, taking a breath you manage to pry his hand off yours and move around to be in front of the young man "I have work to do otherwise i won't get a break tomorrow, Robin will look after you" Patting his shoulder you walk past him giving the black haired woman a nod before leaving.

Despite the pain in your hands you do what you need to before dinner but still end up doing stuff after dinner hoping to catch up on everything, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, your hands keep cramping up. Walking onto the deck you sigh heading to your next chore only stopping when you notice Zoro leaning against the tree, his eyes closed and hands resting behind his head. Its so tempting to join him and a debate forms in your head, either put up with the pain and get back to work or join the swordsman and relax. "I know you want to" Zoro smirks calling out to you with his eyes still closed, letting out a laugh you walk over to him, the swordsman's eye opens looking you over, his smirk starting to drop while patting his lap getting you to sit "I look that bad?" You laugh again while sitting in his crossed lap and leaning your back against his chest, Zoro sighs wrapping his arms around you while resting his chin on your shoulder, one of his hands moves from your waist to your hand lightly running his fingers over your knuckles "You look tired, are your hands sore? their stiff" The green haired man whispers taking one of your hands in both of his and starts massaging them, a smile forms on your face as you lean back into him starting to relax "Yea, i was helping Robin with Percy's hair, it cut the time down but my hands are paying the price… I'm also behind on chores" You sigh turning your head to the side so you can place a kiss on his neck earning a hum of acknowledgment, relaxing into him you nuzzle into his neck getting comfy and warm "We can skip training tomorrow if you want" Zoro suddenly says making you raise an eyebrow while moving to look at him.

The swordsman trains with you snakes at least once a week and tomorrow is supposed to be one of those days, its kind of him to skip it but you don't want him too since you love seeing the joy he gets out of it and it also makes your snakes happy. Shaking your head you lay it back down on his shoulder "No I'll be fine, I'll try and get everything done in the morning, if not I'll do the garden while you train, that way i'm sitting down" You sigh relaxing into him again,the swordsman prefers it if you rest while he trains but he knows not to complain once you've made up your mind. Zoro gives a nod turning your hand over to massage your palm, the smile on your face grows at feeling his fingers drag along your palm releasing any tension, you know this well although he's never done it to you before "Oooh, the Sanji treatment, boy do i feel special" Zoro chuckles at your words while placing a kiss on your forehead "You deserve it, working so hard." Humming into him you relax into the treatment he's giving you. A few times a week the swordsman will massage Sanji's hands like this making sure to take care and get any aches and pains out. He's only ever done it to the cook so of course you feel special that now your getting that treatment, you also now understand why Sanji melts into Zoro when ever he does this. The feeling is heavenly like he's massaging your brain releasing all the tension in your head and making you thoughts float away by just pushing into your palm and fingers. So relaxed you didn't notice he moved over to your other hand doing the same as the other one, you could fall asleep like this, in his warm embrace, under the stars the only sound being the waves, light breeze and his heart beat.

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Untitled - Marcmarc oneshot

(tw suicidal thoughts, drug use, i think thats all?)

Marc is straight. He’s sure of that. Or at least, he’s convinced himself that he is. He has a girlfriend, and he’s certain of that too. She’s perfect in every way — sweet, caring, and absolutely gorgeous. So why is it that, no matter how hard he tries to stay away, he always finds himself back at Marco's apartment, desperate and pleading for just one more night? And, without fail, Marco always takes him back, though not without that familiar reluctance and the sadness that lingers in his beautiful eyes.

Every few weeks, like clockwork, Marc finds himself standing at Marco’s door, rehearsing the same charming lines to talk his way inside. And every time, Marco opens the door, despite the self-loathing that’s written all over his face as he steps aside to let Marc in. Marc hates himself too, convinced that this kind of self-disgust must be a universal feeling.

But no matter how many times it happens, Marco always opens the door. Sometimes it takes a bit more convincing than others, but in the end, he can’t resist Marc's words — those sugary, venomous words that always lead them back to the sheets. And every time, Marco hates himself a little more for it. He despises the role he plays in betraying Marc’s girlfriend, whoever she is. Marc has never told him her name, and Marco knows why: knowing her name would make this all too real, far too painful to bear. Not that Marco can even handle it now.

That’s why they’re back in his bedroom, on Marco's bed, with Marc thrusting into him so hard that the headboard is slamming against the wall with each movement. The sound echoes through the room, and Marco knows without a doubt that the neighbors will be complaining about it tomorrow. But right now, that’s the least of his concerns. He bites down hard on his wrist, muffling the sounds that he knows Marc hates — the deep, masculine grunts that escape him despite his best efforts to stifle them. Marc would never admit it, but those sounds disgust him, almost like they’re a reminder of something he doesn’t want to acknowledge. What Marc responds to are the high-pitched whines, the ones Marco forces out, his throat straining to hit notes that are unnatural for him. He can only manage so many before his voice gives out, but Marc never notices, too lost in his own world to see the tears that slip down Marco’s cheeks. Marco convinces himself, and Marc, that those tears are from pleasure and nothing more.

And in a way, it does feel good. It always does. Marc is so fucking good at what he does, like he’s mastered every inch of Marco's body, knowing exactly how to draw out every scream, every moan, every trembling breath. Marc's eyes are shut tight, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he chases his release. Marco knows the routine by now — Marc will touch him, but only after he’s done, only when he can bury his face in Marco’s neck and avoid looking him in the eye. He’ll hide the regret, the shame, beneath the guise of biting down on Marco’s skin, pretending it’s all for Marco’s pleasure. And, in those moments, it is. The pleasure is overwhelming, some of the best Marco’s ever felt. But it’s always tinged with something else — something darker that lingers long after the pleasure fades.

Tears well up in Marco’s eyes as he watches Marc silently gather his discarded clothes from the floor, his movements hurried, almost frantic.

“She’s expecting me back tonight, so I can’t stay,” Marc mumbles, his voice flat and unconvincing. Marco knows it’s a lie. It’s always a lie. Marc doesn’t want to stay, never does. The guilt gnaws at Marco's insides every time Marc mentions her — the nameless, faceless woman who deserves so much better than what Marc can give her. Marco remembers seeing her once, a fleeting glimpse when the two of them had gotten too drunk, and high, at Marc’s place and stumbled out the next morning. She’d come to visit her boyfriend, and Marc had quickly ushered Marco out to his car, avoiding any interaction. No words were exchanged, and Marco felt like a ghost, a secret that Marc couldn’t wait to hide away.

“Okay, have fun,” Marco replies, his voice hollow. He lies back on the bed, the sheets still warm from where Marc had been, and he silently curses him, hoping Marc rots, hoping he feels even a fraction of the guilt and pain that Marco endures every single time. He has no idea why he keeps letting Marc back into his apartment, into his bed, into his life. Why he allows him to contaminate every inch of his existence, to burn his skin with the touch of those hands.

As soon as Marc leaves the bedroom, Marco springs out of bed, rushing to the en suite bathroom. He barely makes it to the toilet before he’s throwing up, his nerves making him shaky and dizzy. He grips the edge of the sink, staring at his pale reflection in the mirror, and knows he needs to shower — needs to scrub the feeling of Marc off his body. But even as he steps into the scalding water, he wonders if the sex is worth all the turmoil that Marc puts him through. Deep down, Marco knows the answer. It’s not. It never has been. But that doesn’t stop him from letting it happen again and again, trapped in a cycle of self-destruction that he can’t seem to escape.

The door closes behind him with a soft click, and Marc feels the urge to cry rising in his throat, but he swallows it down. He won’t let himself cry. He doesn’t deserve that release, not when it’s his actions that have led him to this point. It was his choices that got him here — he’s the one who’s knowingly hurting everyone he claims to care about. Marc knows he’s the villain in his own story, the one who let go of his morals the moment Marco kissed him all those months ago. That kiss, so unexpected and intense, had shattered the boundaries Marc thought he had. He hadn’t even known he had a girlfriend then, and they were both drunk, their judgment clouded by alcohol and confusion. They regretted it almost immediately, but it didn’t stop them from falling into the same pattern over and over again. Regret had become as familiar as the taste of Marco’s lips, something that lingered long after the passion faded.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. He pulls it out and sees a message from his girlfriend, asking where he is. Her words are simple, innocent even, but they feel like a dagger in his chest. He stares at the screen for a moment, his thumb hovering over the keys, but he can’t bring himself to respond. What could he possibly say? That he’s just left another man’s bed, guilt-ridden and full of self-loathing? That he’s been lying to her, to himself, for longer than he can remember? The weight of the lies and the guilt are suffocating, but instead of confronting them, he just shoves the phone back into his pocket.

Marc starts down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness of the building. Each step feels heavier than the last, as if the weight of his actions is pressing down on him, threatening to crush him. When he finally steps outside, the cool night air hits his face, a stark contrast to the heat and tension he’s just left behind. His rented bike is parked a few feet away, and he moves towards it with a mechanical, almost robotic motion. Every part of him feels disconnected, like he’s watching himself from a distance, observing the wreckage of his own life.

He doesn’t feel like talking to anyone, doesn’t feel like doing anything at all. The thought of going home and just sleeping, losing himself in the oblivion of unconsciousness, is the only thing that brings him a small sense of relief. Maybe, for a few hours, he can escape the mess he’s made, the tangled web of lies and deceit that’s become his reality. Marc climbs onto the bike, his movements slow and deliberate, and starts the engine. The sound fills the silence around him, but it does nothing to drown out the thoughts swirling in his head.

He knows he can’t keep doing this — can’t keep pretending that everything is okay, that he’s not slowly destroying himself and everyone around him. But for now, he just wants to get home, to crawl into bed and let the darkness take him. Tomorrow, he’ll deal with the consequences. Tomorrow, he’ll face the reality of the choices he’s made. But tonight, he just wants to forget. So he drives off into the night, the streets blurring around him as he speeds towards a temporary escape from the chaos he’s created.

The ride home was torturous, a familiar kind of hell that Marc had come to expect but never quite accepted. The thought of swerving into oncoming traffic played on a loop in his mind, taunting him with its simplicity. It would be so easy, just one quick turn of the handlebars, and it would all be over. But he couldn’t do it. He was too much of a coward to follow through with it, too terrified to take control of his own fate. He couldn’t even muster the courage to do the things he truly wanted. He wanted to break up with his girlfriend, but he didn’t. He wanted to love Marco, really love him, but he couldn’t. And more than anything, he wanted to be a good person, to stop hurting the people around him — or, failing that, to just end it all. Both options seemed equally desirable, but one was starting to feel so much easier.

When he finally arrived at his apartment, Marc slammed the front door shut with more force than necessary, the sound reverberating through the empty space. His hands were shaking as he stumbled to the couch, the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him. He collapsed onto the cushions, kicking off his boots with a frustrated grunt, his eyes drifting to the coffee table in front of him. The black cover of a book he’d never bothered to read was dusted with the remnants of white powder, a stark reminder of the night before — or maybe it was from days ago. Time had become a blur, each day bleeding into the next, marked only by the lines of cocaine and the endless cycle of regret.

With a groan, Marc forced himself back up, the desire for numbness outweighing his exhaustion. He grabbed his wallet from where it had been carelessly thrown, pulling out his credit card with a practiced motion. The familiar weight of it in his hand brought him a twisted sense of comfort as he used the edge to scrape together whatever remained of the powder. The line he managed to form was thin, pathetic really, but it would have to do. He stared at it for a moment, feeling the last vestiges of his self-loathing bubble to the surface, but then he bent down, pressing one nostril closed with his finger.

The rush hit him almost immediately, a sharp, bitter burn that worked its way up his sinuses and into his brain, momentarily silencing the thoughts that had been clawing at his mind all night. It was a fleeting relief, but one he desperately needed. He leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes and letting the numbness wash over him, grateful for even a few moments of peace. But it never lasted long. The thoughts were always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the high to wear off so they could come roaring back.

Marc knew this wasn’t sustainable. He knew he was spiraling, that he was losing control faster than he could keep up with. The drugs, the lies, the endless cycle of self-destruction — it was all catching up to him, and he was running out of places to hide. But even knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not in this moment. Right now, all he wanted was to keep the darkness at bay for just a little longer, to keep pretending that everything wasn’t falling apart.

He lay there for what felt like hours, staring up at the ceiling as the high slowly ebbed away, leaving him feeling emptier than before. The silence of the apartment pressed in on him, thick and suffocating, and he found himself wishing, not for the first time, that he wasn’t so alone. But he knew that was his fault too. He’d pushed everyone away, hurt the people who cared about him, until there was no one left. And now, he was left with nothing but his own misery, his own guilt, and the knowledge that he’d done this to himself.

Eventually, Marc forced himself to get up, his movements sluggish and heavy. He needed a drink, something to keep the numbness going, to keep the thoughts at bay. He stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing the first bottle he saw and unscrewing the cap with shaky hands. The first gulp burned on the way down, but he welcomed the pain, hoping it would drown out the ache in his chest, even if just for a little while.

But as he stood there, leaning against the counter with the bottle in his hand, Marc couldn’t shake the feeling that he was reaching a breaking point. Something had to give — either he’d find a way out of this hell he’d created, or he’d be consumed by it entirely. The thought scared him, more than anything had in a long time, but he knew he couldn’t keep going like this. Not much longer.

For now, though, all he could do was take another drink, and hope that tomorrow, when he woke up, things might be different. That maybe, somehow, he’d find the strength to make a change. But deep down, Marc knew the truth. He’d wake up tomorrow, just like every other day, and do it all over again. Because that’s who he was now — someone too broken to fix, too far gone to save.

Marco hadn’t heard from Marc in months, and that silence had become both a blessing and a curse. At first, it was unsettling, a gnawing anxiety that left him checking his phone every few minutes, expecting a message, a call, or even just a sign that Marc was still out there somewhere, lurking in the shadows of his life. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Marco found himself slowly starting to breathe again. The absence of Marc's chaotic presence allowed him to begin rebuilding his life, brick by brick. He was getting back into a routine, a healthy one — eating properly, exercising, even sleeping through the night without the dread of Marc showing up unannounced and unraveling all the progress he’d made. For the first time in a long while, Marco felt something like happiness.

But of course, that fragile peace was destined to be shattered. It was almost inevitable, the way a nightmare comes creeping back just when you think you’ve woken up for good. Marco was wrong to believe that Marc had finally disappeared for good, that he might have overdosed or finally hit rock bottom far enough that he couldn’t climb out to find him again. Maybe it was cruel to hope for something like that, but Marco couldn’t help it. The idea that Marc was gone, that he might not come back, was a seductive one, one that promised freedom.

So when the knock came at his door, it was like a punch to the gut, a sickening reminder that he wasn’t free at all. Marco almost didn’t answer. He stood frozen in his hallway, his hand hovering over the doorknob, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. But curiosity, or maybe it was some lingering attachment, got the better of him, and he opened the door.

His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw Marc standing there. The man on his doorstep was a shell of who he used to be, if he ever had been anything more than a shell in the first place. Marc’s eyes were hollow, his face gaunt and pale, and he looked thinner than Marco remembered. It was like he had been drained of all life, leaving behind only a ghost, a haunting reminder of everything Marco had been trying to escape. He looked like a zombie — no, worse, he looked like he had died months ago and had somehow been brought back just to torment Marco.

“Why are you here? I thought you, like, died or something. What with all those drugs you do,” Marco said, his voice sharp and defensive as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. It was a weak attempt at protecting himself, a feeble defense against the emotional parasite standing in front of him. Marc was like a virus, latching onto anyone who would let him, draining them of all their strength, their happiness, until they were as hollow as he was.

“I didn’t die. I… reevaluated things. I couldn’t see you anymore,” Marc replied, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. There was nothing left in him to remind Marco that he was actually alive. He could have been a reanimated corpse, and Marco wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. The sight of him was almost pitiful, and if Marco hadn’t been through hell because of him, he might have asked if Marc was okay, if he’d eaten in the past few days. But Marco had been through hell, and he knew better than to care.

“What exactly did you have to reevaluate? How much you ruin everyone else’s life?” Marco spat, his words laced with venom. He watched as Marc flinched, the words hitting their mark. It was a brutal reminder that the fears in Marc’s head weren’t just fears — they were real, and he should take responsibility for them.

“You make your own decisions. You ruined your life by continuously letting me back in,” Marc deflected, the lie slipping easily from his lips. He knew the truth, of course, but admitting it out loud was much harder than just lying. Lying was the only thing he was good at anymore. “I broke up with her,” he added, another lie, another attempt to manipulate Marco back into his life.

“Or did she break up with you?” Marco shot back, knowing he was much closer to the truth. It didn’t really matter who had ended it; what mattered was that she wasn’t in Marc’s life anymore, not that it made a difference in how Marco felt about him.

“I brought coke?” Marc offered, tilting his head slightly, as if that could erase the months of silence, the years of pain. Marco glared at him, resisting the urge to scream. He wasn’t going to let Marc’s addictions become his own. He had already picked up smoking whenever he was stressed, a habit that was going to be hard enough to break on its own. He didn’t need to add cocaine to the list.

“Go away, Marquez. I don’t want you here,” Marco muttered, his voice quiet as he stared down at the ground, refusing to meet Marc’s eyes.

“You don’t mean that. You always say that, and it always ends the same. Just stop denying it, Marco. Face it, you’re just as fucked up as I am,” Marc accused, his voice rising as he misdirected his self-hatred towards the only person he cared about. “Quit playing the moral high ground and just let me in. Because you aren’t as great as you think you are. A good person wouldn’t do the shit you do. A good person wouldn’t knowingly fuck someone else’s boyfriend. A good person—”

Marc’s tirade was cut short as Marco let out a choked sob, his hands flying up to cover his face. It was the first time Marc had ever seen him break like this, the first time Marco hadn’t been able to hide his own feelings behind a wall of anger and defiance.

Marco froze, his own words echoing back at him like a cruel joke. The reality of what he had just said hit him with the force of a truck, and he felt a wave of guilt crash over him. He knew how much those words hurt when he screamed them at his own reflection; he couldn’t even begin to imagine how much they must have hurt Marc. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He had gotten too caught up in trying to kick away at Marco’s defenses, just to get what he wanted, to realize how much he was really hurting him. He knew Marco wasn’t happy when he was around, but he didn’t think he would make him full-on sob.

“Please just go away. You don’t even want me! You want my body, and that’s pretty fucking weird coming from a man who’s so sure he’s straight,” Marco shouted, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. His hands were trembling, but he shoved them into the pockets of his hoodie, trying to keep himself together. Marc straightened up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of Marco’s breakdown. For once, he was at a loss for words.

“You aren’t a good person. I wouldn’t even call you a person, you’re a fucking disease,” Marco continued, his voice filled with a venom that Marc had never heard from him before. “I’m sorry, Marco, truly I am. I didn’t mean to say any of that,” Marc mumbled, though he could tell that Marco didn’t believe him. “I am straight, I just like you,” he added after a moment, still too deep in his own denial to consider any other possibility.

“Maybe there’s a reason the girls you fuck never satisfy you. Maybe there’s a reason I’m always the one you come back to. Because you think I’m so fucking easy that I’ll just always give in. You aren’t worth it, Marquez. You’re a void of a person, nothing anyone does will ever satisfy you,” Marco shot back, his voice trembling with anger and pain. “No one can fix you, Marc. No amount of drugs you take or sex you have will ever change you. I don’t know why I ever believed I could make a difference in you.”

“You have made a difference,” Marc argued, taking a step forward, only for Marco to take a step back. “I need you, Marco. Please don’t leave me,” he begged, his voice cracking as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had cried — usually, he distracted himself with drugs or sex, anything to keep the emotions at bay. But now, standing here in front of Marco, he felt the weight of all his mistakes crashing down on him, and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“I haven’t made a good difference. I’ve only contributed to your problems, to your mess of a life. I don’t want to end up like you. I don’t want you to drag me down with your own self-destruction,” Marco whispered, his voice barely audible as he glanced around, suddenly aware of how thin the walls were, how his neighbors could probably hear every word of their argument.

“Marco—” Marc started, but he was cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut in his face. The noise echoed in the empty hallway, and Marc jumped, panic surging through him as he realized what had just happened. He started pounding on the door, his knuckles turning white as he hit the wood over and over again. “Marco! Please don’t fucking leave me. I’ll fucking die without you, I can’t make it anywhere on my own,” Marc sobbed, his voice breaking as he cried harder than he ever had in his entire life. He rattled the doorknob with his free hand, desperately trying to pry it open, but it was no use. Marco was gone.

Marc had to face the cold, harsh reality that the one person who had somehow always managed to be there, despite all the pain, was truly gone. The desperate pounding on the door, the frantic rattling of the doorknob — it all stopped. Marc slumped against the door, his forehead resting against the wood, tears streaming down his face as he tried to collect himself, but it was useless. Marco wasn’t coming back this time. He’d pushed him too far.

The silence that followed was unbearable. Marc’s mind raced, replaying every terrible thing he’d ever said or done, every moment where he had been too caught up in his own misery to see the damage he was causing. Marco had always been the one to pull him back, to give him a sense of something real, something that wasn’t just drugs or fleeting pleasure. But Marc had taken that for granted, had used it up until there was nothing left.

His chest felt tight, like it was collapsing in on itself. The void Marco had spoken of — the emptiness that Marc had always tried to fill with whatever he could find — seemed to expand, swallowing him whole. He could hear his own breath, ragged and uneven, as if it were being torn from his lungs. The room around him blurred, and for the first time in a long time, Marc was completely, terrifyingly alone.

He didn’t know what to do. The panic set in, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he clutched at the doorknob again, willing it to turn, to give him another chance. But it was locked. Just like Marco’s heart, locked away from him forever.

“Marco…” he whispered, voice breaking. But there was no answer. There would be no answer. He had to face that now, had to face the consequences of his own actions.

In that moment, Marc realized that he had lost the only thing that had ever truly mattered to him. He had been chasing after an illusion, a fix, something to numb the pain. But Marco had been real, and now he was gone, leaving Marc with nothing but the stark emptiness inside him.

He slid down the door, crumpling onto the floor in a heap of despair. He had no strength left to get up, no will to try. All he could do was sit there, in the dark, with the cold realization that Marco wasn’t coming back. Not this time. Not ever.

And nothing could make Marc happy now. Not without Marco.

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OK BET! Lucky (now being a big fucking lizard thats in the WRONG REGION (or as chief calls it, contraband.) has a pretty bias to everything and everyone. He like chief and licks him a ton. Because unlike his dad, chief isn't afraid of his muzzle. Lucky of course loves his dad. (He has no idea that his dad is both genders so its just always dad.) Lucky finds anything smaller then him either: Tiny friend, or yummy looking. despite having thoughts (and.being very fucking open about it.) he does not eat anyone or anything without his dads permission. (sept if its small prey as he knows hes allowed to eat those) ^ despite this in chapter 9 "Autodidact" he bites his dad and *really* likes the taste. Lucky sees his dad "spacing out a lot" (talking to the voice.) but does not ask about it Even though he KNOWs his dad is scared he will still be nuzzley whenever their in a den. cause whats he gonna do? run? Lucky knows his dad is starved (err whisperer has not eatan for like 6 days by the way.) and heavily wants him to take a break as the bleed wounds are stacking up and he has a feeling his dad cant take it much longer. Lucky learnt from chief to tap the ground with his claws if he wants something. Lucky does not care about his "actual mom and dad" and wants to stay with whisperer. In chapter 9 after he sees that his dad physically start freaking out when lucky gets a minor injury, he starts to feel really bad for all the stress he thinks hes causing. Lucky loves hugging, tackling, and any physical affection Lucky uses his antennas to "call his dad", but really he just wants to play. Lucky messed with whisperer when lucky was a baby by pointing his antennas up to make them think they were horns. Lucky is the one who said the quote for chapter 9 "I know you dont want to die here, and i know your not going to let me die." Anyway who you wantFUNFACT on nect? (theres like 3 other peoplelool)

AGH SO WONDERFUL…. Gosh i love lucky so much i know i say this a ton but ITS TRUE!!! IT HASNT CHANGED,,,, ITS ONLY GROWING!!!!!

Also something i never actually thought about that u said here was yeah oh lucky actually has parents outside of whisperer, his biological ones. IDK i guess in the past i must’ve thought he just popped into existence one day LOL

Im starting to feel a bit bad for the relationship lucky and whisperer have now. You said that whisperer is afraid of his muzzle & gets scared/nervous when they cuddle in a den together, and there must also be more stuff too. But Despite their fear whisperer still manages to form & hold onto that bond they have, and even though thats really sweet to me, its all in a really melancholic way. Bcause in reality nomatter the connection they form there will always be atleast a small essence of luckys prey drive (EG, lucky enjoying the taste of whisperers blood) and whisperers fight or flight (mainly flight) instincts. It makes me sad, huff….,,,,

Also im very nervous for the day lucky fully finds out/is completely and utterly aware of voice. Lucky’s already been tense since whisperers not eaten at all, been getting hurt, been scared of lucky getting hurt, etc etc. current thoughts are lucky will either go into an aggression spiral, or a freak out will happen when this just adds on to the pile of luckys concerns. ALSO SPEAKING OF VOICE i reallt need somebody up in here like chief to give whisperer a slap in the face and tell him that This Is Not Normal™. Please communicate ur feelings & problems.

+ next character id like to see funs-of-facts about is,,sssilver of course!!!!

+ X2 BEFORE I FORGET, what are each characters pronouns… i know some like silver get referred to with “it”, and lucky “he”, etc etc but would just like to know official sets for future/present reference !!!!!

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pls forgive me for ranting on your tl but i’m wondering if anyone on here could help me place a few f1 dots together bc i truly am so new to the community that im not sure if i have some missing pieces or something:

i’m actually so devastated for carlos?? idk it feels like a lot of ppl don’t like him (there could be very valid reasons but im absolutely clueless as of rn bc i haven’t seen anything) but like? he gave so much to ferrari and they don’t give a fuck? but at the same time i’m not mad at lewis either bc i feel like something truly truly soul-crushing had to happen for him to want to leave merc.

i also always felt like that moment where charles & lewis posted that pic where they both got disqualified was a pre-curser to something bigger. although it’ll be a weird fight for 1st driver between LH44 & CL16, i think there’s so much mutual respect between the both of them that they will find a way to work. lewis seems like a driver who could POSSIBLY acknowledge that it’s time for new drivers to get more spotlight, and maybe make some more way for charles to shine (and i think fred also wouldn’t have signed LH w/o keeping this in mind

i hope carlos still has a seat in 2025, i think he has a lot to offer still, and i can’t bare to not see/think ab carlando on the grid every race

crying screaming at the fact that i got some very rare ferrari cs55 merch it literally feels like a vintage item now jesus christ

i have more thoughts but let me shut the fuck up for now 😭

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hmmm i mean me personally i dont hate or love carlos, he's just there most of the time LMFAO but i feel SO FUCKING BAD like esp his story on insta while ferrari didnt even talk about him?????? sobbing.

okay now THATS where i disagree HAHAHAHA🙈 lewis wants nothing more than his eighth, and rightfully so. charles wants nothing more than to a be a world champion at ferrari, and again, rightfully so. But at the end of the day, only ONE of them will be able to win races. its a selfish sport yk, and you cant really blame them for that. Just look at nico and lewis, both extremely talented drivers who had a lot of respect & love between them and still, the pressure of racing got to them.

im not saying that charles and lewis will end up like brocedes, but i also dont think that they can manage both being no.1 drivers. And, i also dont think that either one of them would settle for being no.2.

i dont think they'll bring in someone new to the sport so im pretty sure carlos will stay on the grid. Honestly, the best case scenerio: lewis to ferrari, the open merc seat goes to fernando, the open aston seat goes to yuki, and then the open alpha tauri (i am choosing not to believe its rebrand is real) seat can go to liam lawson, cus tbh he deserves it way more than 1/2 the drivers on the grid. ALSO i think the best decision redbull could make, now, is kicking checo tf out and replacing him with sainz. I js think sainz would be a PERFECT teammate to max and a good no.2 driver, and then he'll probably go to audi in 2026

THE MERCH😭😭😭 dont ever call that vintage again i will cry. i keep seeing sad charlos edits on my fyp and it makes me wanna puke

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

"Its just... different"

Words had always been hard for Tim, so many years of "Children must be seen not heard" even when he did manage to communicate his needs, they were never respected so why bother?

But he'd never regretted it more than now, all his fellow and former robins gathered around a table in the cave, already having consumed enough sugar combined to kill an elephant.

Now they were starring at him.

Jason broke the silence first, as he pulled a can of shitty off brand soda away from his lips "Oh so you're just built different- the silver child eh"?

Dick pouted, though it had less effect with his hand stuffed in a bag of gummy worms "Don't be mean, we all had different experiences with Bruce, of course its different- but were all still his kids, no metal colors needed"

"Says you golden boy" Steph teased, half hanging off her chair and a foot almost knocking over Cass chip bag, only stopped by the fact Duke snatched it and moved it further along the table.

They didnt get it.

Damian sneered "As if- Drake barely counts as fathers son, he is simply the cuckoo chick put in the nest" Well at least Damian was half right.

Dick opened his mouth to correct him again but Cass held her hand up, making the table fall into silence. Tim felt her eyes starring into his soul as her hand fell to point at him.

"You agree... not feel.. you are Bruce son"?

Tim nodded, you'd think for someone who didn't learn language until she was fifteen, he'd have a better grasp at what he needed to say. But she hit the nail on the head.

"No i'm not-"

This did get a reaction out of his siblings, Jason practically crushed the can in his hand, Steph half fell off her chair, Duke chocked on his drink and coughing harshly.

Dick looked plain distraught and Damian unusually stunned.

"Tim... you know you're family" Dick said, already sounding chocked up and shit, he caused that.

"Of course"! Tim was quick to defend, hands up (not a threat, calming) "Im just not his kid-"

"Then what you're our fucking cousin- I swear for the smart Robin you sound like a dumbass" Jason snapped, but his eyes held something deeper that looked so much like Bruce. (he was worried, over tim- that wasnt good, worry could spiral)

"No i'm not a cousin i'm- our relationship is... different" Tim shoulders hunched, they were hell bent on getting awnser's that he didn't know how to give.

As soon as he said that, any sembelance of peace was destroyed and the cave dissolved into several loud debating shouting matches.

Well- this was suprisingly an improvemnt, Tim was quiet- he knew how to slip back unnoticed and let them tire themselves out. (They always did, and then he could pick up the pieces after)

A bag of chips was shifted before his eyes, Duke had moved and now sat next to him. Big brown eyes looking almost sad. (they want to care for you, helps him them feel useful).

Tim took the chips.

"I didn't see Bruce as my dad either-"

Tim nodded, keeping his eyes glued on the bag.

"But it's.. different for you isn't it"? Duke said, voice slightly strained.

"I was young- but I remember when the second Robin vanished, I remember when people now ran away from Batman instead of towards him"

The cave had quieted down, but Tim was laser focused on Dukes every word.

"Everyone knew of someone who had suffered from.. that Batman, people understood, but most were just scared" Duke met Tims eyes, and he had to force himself not to look away "Then you came"

Tim nodded, his mouth felt dry, the chips were too salty weren't they. He wanted to run but he couldn't (thats a trigger, running, dissapering- he had to stay, until the waters calmed again)

"He wasn't fixed either... but he got better, I thought it was just over time, having a new kid to focus on but that wasn't it was it"?

The cave was silent, only Dukes soft voice and the ocassional flutter of bat wings from afar.

"Bruce wasn't your parent... you were his"

There it was. Out in the open, but finally someone could put the words to it.

"Yeah thats... yeah-" Tim was definently chocked up now, but it no longer felt like his lungs were closing up.

He understood. Tims role in the family, it had never been Jasons or anyones replacement because he was never a kid (he hadn't been for a long time)

A sob to his right made Tim stiffen right away ready to fix help, but he came face to face with Dicks trembling form. Big blue eyes overflowing with tears.

Tim instantly switched, it wasn't time to deal with his stuff- he turned to Dick, hands out once more and his most calming voice- a placating smile. "Dick hey i'm okay, its fine- whats wrong"?

"what the fuck..." he could hear Jason mutter, he sounded horrified, but okay- Dick was his priority right now.

Dick reached out, Tim prepared himself for an octupus hug- yet none ever came. He starred as hands clamped down on his shoulders.

"Dick"? Tim didn't know what to do- he didn't like not knowing, this was new- it was weird. He just needed wanted to help.

Dick put his hand on Tims cheek, tears still flowing, but he had stopped sobbing. "Tim... i'm so so sorry"

"Wha- What for"? How had he messed up?

"You were only a kid"

Tim stayed silent as Dick pulled him into a tight hug as if he would melt if he let go.

"You were only a kid" He repeated, like a matra, for himself or Tim he didn't know.

Tim wrapped his arms around Dick and squeezed back, he could fix this, but it just needed some time. For his families sake- he had to be the patriarch. (Because Bruce wouldnt couldnt, but someone needed to) __________________________________ Once again, always love your posts and though this is more loosely based on your prompt than exact I still found it fun to write.

But I might end up making this a mini fic if I feel like it later

Oof. Y'all, can I get more comparisons of Tim being Bruce's dad? Not in the literal sense, but as in Tim's role in their relationship.

The other kids were adopted by Bruce. The man took care of them and saw them as his kid.

Tim? Tim adopted Bruce as his to take care of. He ensured that man survived and maintained essential upkeep tasks (like sleeping, receiving medical care, eating, etc.). The relationship eventually morphs into being more mutual on taking care of each other, but it starts the exact opposite of Bruce's relationship with the rest of his kids.

I just want Tim, trying to explain to his siblings why he has a different relationship with Bruce, and they come to the conclusion that he basically fathered Bruce out of his all-encompassing grief.

[sanjisprincesswifey]

CONGRATS ON 3000!!! :3 thats so exciting!! may you gain more in the near future, you deserve it! :D

Could i request song 2 for Law? GN!reader preferred?

deja vu (or unrequited love ft. trafalgar law)

notes: so much angst; law literally runs away from his feelings, unrequited law x gender-neutral reader (i’m like 90% sure there are no gendered terms), 1,000+ words, sfw content but tw for angst, so read at your own discretion. thank u for participating <3

regret was all that law was feeling right now. as his hands brushed against your soft skin, able to feel your passive, calm breathing against his chest, he knew he only had himself to blame. 

propped up on his elbow, he watches your delicate features twitch ever so slightly as he can only hope that you’re dreaming of him. 

it’s selfish, though. of which that he knows. 

regardless of the fact that you had consumed his every waking thought, not even freed by sleep as you danced through his dreamscapes, it would not be enough for you. 

brushing through your hair, down your cheek, and over your hip, law’s fingers glided across your skin with an ease he thought to be perfect. the way his hand rested in the crux of your waist, body so plaint against his touch, it could’ve been meant to be. 

as a thick blanket of snow decorated the ground outside of the small cabin, law knew his time was up. he leans over, lips to your shoulder, pressing gently against you as he tightly clenches his eyes. 

he murmurs those three words that you’d never say back, a bitter taste burning in his throat. 

with a slight creak of the bed, law slips his clothes back on and gathers his things together before turning to the door. he reaches for the brassy doorknob, but hesitates, heart collapsing in his chest when a shift in the mattress sounds once again. 

“where are you going?” you shallowly whisper, afraid of scaring him off. 

law knows he can’t dare face you again, knowing he was far too weak to your pleas. the vulnerability he had shown to you is what got him in this mess in the first place. 

“you’re leaving me here, aren’t you?” your voice trembles. 

he only turns his head half way, but he can see out of his peripherals that you’re wrapped up in a solitude of warm cotton that surely seems icy cold by now. 

“i think it’s best for both of us if you stay here, y/n-ya,” he mutters, a harsh, hoarse grit caught in his throat. 

law winces when he finally manages to capture your face, sad eyes already spilling tears. with haste, law turns back to the door allowing the painful heartbreak to fuel him to do so. 

“please don’t leave me, law,” you mumble. a sniffle and a light bed creak indicate that you’re now to your feet, which is just what law wanted to avoid. 

your hand brushes his shoulder and he can’t help but succumb to your touch, allowing you to pull him towards you and away from the door. 

he faces you now as you cup his cheek, his eyes glaze over at your touch, leaning into it with a sad smile. “i don’t want to,” he admits, holding onto your hand. 

as a last resort, you tug him down to attach your lips to his. they’re rushed, desperate to prove something they could not, but law continues to enjoy every second of it. he kisses you back, eager to show you just how deep his love runs as he pulls you against him. 

he knows it’s the last time he’d ever get the chance to do this and he doesn’t care if he’s being selfish. 

“i love you, y/n,��� he breathes as he presses his forehead against yours.

your lips quiver, unable to return his affection. and law knew rhis, that’s why as soon as he said it, the door swings open and invites the cold, snowy wind into the small room. 

the abrasive condition causes you to reach for anything more to cover your exposed flesh and with that diversion, law has already bolted through the door. 

“law, please! wait!” you shout, using the fabric of your blanket as protection, wrapping it around your body. 

by observation, you knew he had been preparing to depart by the long, black overcoat he was wearing as he continues off into the distance. 

the harsh conditions make it impossible to move even a step or two, but you try anyway. 

“law!” you cry out once again, socks dampening upon impact against the cold ground. your whole body envelopes in a nipped pain as the elements fare too brutal for you to endure. 

“go back inside, y/n,” he says sternly as he turns back to face you. he’s only a few feet from you, but in this moment it feels like an entire sea stands between you. “don’t make this harder than it has to be.” 

amongst all the emotions that whirl through your head, heartbreak begins to climb its way up your throat. 

“i can love you back, i swear,” you sob, gripping onto the edges of the blankets so tightly it turns your knuckles white. “you don’t have to do this!” 

law seethes where he stands; it was bitter reminder that he was a fool to ever let himself be caught up in something so trivial and an empty promise all the same. 

“i don’t think so,” he sputters, voice cracking before he speaks again. “i love you, but i can’t keep you tied to me. now, room.” 

a light blue hue surrounds him as your legs shake as they try to run, but before you have him in your reach, his body zips away. a pebble from the edge of town replaces him, only faintly making out his silhouette near the yellow submarine that bounces against the waves. 

it was so close, you could see it from where you stood, but with the thick snow slowly piling on top of you, it was an impossible feat.  

still, you try to run, tripping over your own feet as the rough terrain collided with your skin. “law, don’t do this!” you yell, hoping your plea would reach him and plead to his sense of humanity. 

as law harshly bites his lip, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth, he pulls down his hat to cover up any tears that might’ve fallen. 

as he continues the walk to his ship, he’s reminded of the only other person he’s ever loved; how he had to leave him behind too, all due to his own fault. 

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[paintingformike]

a lot of milevens like to point out that el was grieving max and thats why she wasnt reaching out to mike and being distant from him and acting aloof when she slammed the door in the cabin...but the thing is, if that was the case then she would’ve been acting distant and disconnected from everyone. she wouldn’t have had the energy to even smile and be that happy the way she did with joyce and hopper but this only goes to show that she was only treating mike that way specifically (and possibly will too ig)? her literal boyfriend? who at that time could’ve been a support system for her?

in the end they showed us el seeking comfort from hopper and having heartfelt moments with him and being able to look happy along with joyce. yet we didn’t get a single interaction between mike and el in the cabin, or even have them staying close by each other at the very least. she literally saw him and even glanced at him for a moment but kind of just walked by then...used her powers to slam the door? even as i first watched that scene with a GA mindset i thought it felt out of place and didn’t understand why she actually seemed sort of annoyed about something, especially because after that she managed to be genuinely happy around her parents, a stark contrast of emotions. if this wasn’t supposed to be unusual behavior towards mike on her part then will wouldn’t have asked him if she ever talked to him and expressed visible concern over it because it shows that will noticed her weird demeanor around him. he expected her to talk more to mike specifically, because he knew she would’ve actively reached out to him as one of the most important people in her life. if it was just about el grieving and being distant from everyone then will wouldve asked something along the lines of “did she talk or open up to anyone at all?” yet will was inquiring about mike and el’s relationship specifically. why isn’t she opening up more to you at the very least?

and the weirdest part is mike just shrugging it off and saying “not much...i mean, a little bit.” it’s like he didn’t even look worried/concerned about her, he acted so nonchalant about it. you literally can’t deny that he was being a little too calm and indifferent over his girlfriend supposedly being deeply sad and grieving one of her closest friends and not talking to him much. if that wasn’t the case then maybe he was feeling defeated/done over something between them, idk, but it really doesn’t look good for the stability of their relationship. if they truly resolved all their problems and their love for each other was stronger than ever then mike would’ve taken more of an initiative to comfort her at a time when she felt her lowest? and tried to actively do something over her being distant from him? since he was so afraid of her not needing him, too. like those were literally his supposed fears playing out in real time. but he doesn’t, and then we find out the one conversation they had wasn’t even deemed important enough to happen onscreen.

its also important to note that they actually made most of the couples stick together by the end of s4 too, even jancy who were supposedly the ones still having unresolved issues between them. lumax in the hospital, jopper up towards the field holding hands. its pure instinct for them to stay close together and naturally gravitate towards each other, and they’re purposely paired up because it conditions the audience to constantly associate them with each other. yet who did mike choose to stay close with by the end of the season? will. and they made a point to give them one last one on one scene and intimate conversation together too, where they once again confide in each other. the moment they did this, they emphasized byler’s relationship more than mileven’s. and the more i think about it, the more im realizing it doesn’t feel as natural to picture mileven as a dynamic duo or unit as much as the other couples, who have gone through hell and back to their own little missions together. their relationship just wasnt given enough opportunity to develop that way, season 1 was the most we got of them teaming up. since then, el has always been off on her own self discovery arc separate from mike. and mike doesn’t feel like they’re equals, he feels inferior to her which is all the more reason why thinking of them working as a “team” feels unnatural and unlike the way their dynamic is portrayed. well, so much for them being the “main couple” of the show i guess...

[adoringhaikyuu]

they reject you and regret it afterwards

CHARACTERS: kuroo + iwaizumi + osamu + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous

WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/

NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs! 

kuroo let you down easy, not wanting to hurt your feelings––to be honest he did feel something for you, but he wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted it to be. he felt more certain of the feelings he had for someone else. someone you slowly watched him admire from afar until he worked up the courage to start joking with them, then offering to buy them lunch and so on. 

you still remember the awkward smile he gave you when you confessed to him, the smile that absolutely broke you because it showed you how much he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. not enough to give up his efforts with someone else. “i’m flattered y/n, but i’m sorry i just––you know i have a date this week...” 

you’d looked down immediately, unable to look him in the eyes longer and swallowed back the lump in your throat that was aching to come up in a sob. “yeah yeah, i’m sorry i just––let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?”

you gave him your most convincing smile and he agreed, wanting everything to be normal between the two of you.

but it wasn’t until he’d gone on a few dates with them to realize that it didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel familiar, the way he thought it would. it wasn’t the same comfort he felt in your presence. when they texted him, he didn’t feel the same burst of happiness he felt when you messaged him. he tried to wait it out, to see if things would change, but they didn’t. they just weren’t you.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d confessed and gotten rejected, but you decided to move on instead of dwelling on his unrequited feelings––it wouldn’t do you any good to wallow and weep over your best friend. you wanted him to be happy, and you deserved to be too. so you knocked yourself out of that sad headspace and changed yourself up a bit. you started to value yourself better than you did before, you dressed the way you wanted to but were always afraid of doing and everything about you just brightened up. and other people noticed as well. 

kuroo had kind of been too preoccupied to notice, if he was being honest. he didn’t realize what he had in front of him until he practically sprinted over to your place to surprise you and be honest about his feelings. you opened the door, already dressed up and kuroo took a step back, eyes widening as they took you in. did you always look this breathtaking?

“wow...”

you smiled gratefully, straightening out your clothes. “thanks, that’s what i was going for.” you walked back into your apartment to get your shoes, “not that i mind but what are you doing here?” 

he blinked out of his trance and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “oh i just––i brought us some food.” he raised the bag he was holding even though you weren’t facing him. “i was kinda hoping we could spend some time together...” he scratched the back of his head, “maybe talk about a few things...” he trailed off when something clicked in his head as he watched you slip your shoes on. “wait why are you all dressed up?” 

you turned and looked at him apologetically, “oh...i’m sorry kuroo,” you paused, “i actually have somewhere to be. can i take a raincheck?”

he opened his mouth for a few seconds as he watched you, but no sound came out. “oh um...well could i just––wait here? until you get back?” 

you looked to the side awkwardly bringing one hand up to hold your other arm. “it’s just that...i might not be alone when i come back.”

as soon as you uttered those words, he could feel his heartbeat falter in his chest, a faint ringing noise in his ears. 

“...a date?” 

you nodded with a smile and though it’s selfish, he felt a part of him dim on the inside when he noticed how excited you were. he didn’t really have a right to stop you now did he, not when you chose his happiness over your own what felt like way long ago. so he wouldn’t.

he nodded as well, “oh” he forced a smile onto his face and stepped back towards the door, “that’s exciting. i’m happy for you, really.” he turned the door knob, “i’ll catch up with you some other time then, yeah? you’ll tell me how it went.” he looked at you one last time, his gaze wavering under the undeterred happiness radiating from you.

when he finally stepped out and closed your door, all the emotions hit him at once. he didn’t know what hurt the most, the fact that he was too late, or the fact that you didn’t stop him, didn’t notice the pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay with him. 

iwaizumi froze when you told him how you felt. it was the smallest reaction you’d ever seen from him before, the calmest––yet it did anything but soothe you. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty of what to say next in the way his mouth opened but produced no sound. you already knew what he was going to say.

he will admit, seeing the tears in your eyes that you barely managed to blink back when he rejected you did strike a blow to his heart. but he just couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, he wouldn’t lie to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n i just...don’t feel the same.” 

his eyes were apologetic, almost pitiful as he watched you take a step back, “right, right. that’s––that’s okay.” you tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace. “i just didn’t want to keep it to myself, that’s all. i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” he nodded but wasn’t sure what else to say. so he didn’t say anything. 

things were a little awkward for a couple weeks between the two of you, but you didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you eventually moved on. 

it wasn’t until one day you were at the café you always went to together that you noticed him taking longer than usual to bring back your drinks. you looked over to see him chatting with the barista, both of them with nervous smiles on their faces. he came back a few minutes later with a note in his pocket that you assumed was the barista’s number and a blush on his cheeks. he placed your drink in front of you, eyes looking down, and didn’t mention anything, probably since he didn’t want to rub it in, so you didn’t bring it up either. 

but you did wonder if they were the reason he didn’t feel the same for you––you wondered if they weren’t in the picture, if he would have fallen for you instead. 

he didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he told you when he had a date coming up. you wished him luck and told him you hoped he’d have a good time and that was that. 

they ended up dating but you didn’t mind. he seemed happy and you truly did want the best for him. you started focusing on yourself and eventually found a boyfriend, one who appreciated you and loved you and you couldn’t ask for more. 

iwaizumi was happy for you as well, but he couldn’t ignore this piercing feeling he felt when he first heard the news, then when he would see you two together, on your double dates, at parties, anywhere, really. something just ticked him off. he knew he didn’t have a right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t make sense of it. he couldn’t even figure out what it meant. 

only once he realized the ache he felt in his chest when you smiled at your boyfriend the way you used to smile at him, the pull at his heart when you kissed his cheek, completely enamored. only then did he realize that he was jealous, that he’d made a mistake, that he’d lost the one chance he had of being with his soulmate. 

osamu had just gotten his new restaurant, he was achieving his goals, living his life without fear, and you took inspiration from that. you decided to be upfront about your brewing feelings and ask him out just as he put the finishing touches in the establishment.

he was wiping down the counter as you sat at the bar, swallowing your nerves as you watched him. “hey samu?”

he hummed and glanced up at you for a second before looking back to what he was doing. 

you took a deep breath, “would you maybe...want to go out to eat tomorrow?” 

he didn’t look up, but his brows furrowed, “yeah? why are you even asking?” 

you paused, of course he wouldn’t realize what you meant, you guys ate together all the time. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat, “um i just––i meant as a...date?” 

this time, he paused, well more like froze. he kept his eyes on the counter, his face blank, but you could tell he was internally processing everything. did he hear you right? “what?” 

you considered taking it back, but you had a feeling he did hear you, he just wasn’t sure how to respond. “um...i asked if you wanna go on a date? with me...”

he nodded and straightened up, “right.” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head, finally looking at you and the look in his eyes was enough to make your wavering confidence crumble. “i sort of have my eye on someone else right now...” you nodded, trying not to let the tears form in your eyes. he went on, “my new neighbor needed to borrow something and we got to talking...was thinking of asking them out, actually.” that was the final twist of the knife. 

“oh...” your voice was small ”thats––that’s great!” you smiled but kept your eyes cast down, “forget what i asked i just...wanted to see what you’d say haha,” you tried to play it off as a joke, “i got you!” 

he stared at you silently for a few seconds, clearly contemplating whether or not he believed you, but in the end, he let it go. 

you never brought up that night ever again, but you thought about it constantly. it haunted you, in a way. of course the one time you’re finally able to speak up about your feelings, it backfired. 

you were in a very upsetting and self deprecating headspace for a while, wondering if this was your sign to never make the first move, if you were the problem. it took you a little while to snap out of it, but once you did, you realized your worth and stopped looking at the world through a grey lens––you felt like you’d bloomed as a person. 

things didn’t go very far with osamu and his neighbor, but you didn’t take that as an opportunity to try again with him, you didn’t want to wait around for him, even though you thought about it for a second at first––you learned to respect yourself more. 

meanwhile, your best friend was beside himself, going through the process of reflection and realization. it’s not that he was desperate after a failed relationship, it’s more so that he suddenly realized he had someone perfect right by him all these years––it only made sense. but he was too stupid to realize that, to realize that he cared about you as more than a friend. he had foolishly mistaken his feelings for you as caring for a friend––you two had been inseparable since you were kids, he couldn’t even notice when his feelings shifted from caring for a friend to loving his best friend. 

he decided to talk to you about it, it’d only been a few months since you’d joked? about going on a date with him, but part of him felt confident that you might have meant it for real. he was sure you’d be open to it still. he called you during his break at work and found himself smiling as soon as he heard your voice. 

“hey samu what’s up?” 

he started to answer, but he trailed off when he heard you laughing at an unfamiliar voice in the background. “hey...just wanted to talk. what are you uh up to?” 

he heard you shush whoever was with you. “nothing much.” he heard you sit down.” i can’t stay for long but what did you want to talk about? i’m all ears.”

he was going to brush it off, maybe it was just a friend, but when he heard a faint ‘babe’ and what sounded like a small kiss on the other end, that was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. “yeah i just...i’ll actually call you back later, okay?”

you paused on the other end, most likely confused, but you let him go nonetheless. 

osamu sat there in his office at the back of his restaurant, surrounded by silence, complete disbelief and an indescribable ache running through his body. was he really too late? 

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[sw124]

FNAF Security breach: Baby Gregory AU

Part 1: A little shy.

Another power down session, he needed it; an badly. Today’s stage performance almost drained him completely of all his battery power. A good long recharge was what he needed…and badly, it would have been nice..if his stupid stomach hatch would stay closed. It was malfunctioning again, he’d have maintenance look into it.

But first..recharge.

An for a few minutes things were nice, he could hear some music playing; the same song they played before for their stage show. Monty singing to some random song in his room, he was pretty loud. Chica practicing on her guitar, an the nice little tapping coming from his stomach hatch.

Wait….what?

His eyes shot open, what was that tapping sound? He looked down, his stomach hatch was closed…finally but now a strange sound was emitting from it. Not just that but he felt something was…moving inside it. He slid open the hatch and reached inside, it felt..soft and it was grabbing at his hands. He managed to get a hold of whatever was inside, he didn’t want to damage whatever it was, just in case it was something important.

Slowly he pulled whatever it was out, his eyes widened when a pair of little tear filled eyes stared back at him. It whimpered behind their little pacifier an reached for Freddy, programming kicked in and he gently cradled the little intruder in his arms.

WHAT WAS A BABY DOING IN HIS STOMACH HATCH?!

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[Meanwhile in the Superstar Daycare]

Another day another set of wonderful drawings to hang on his wall! Today was great, Sun couldn’t believe how well behaved the kids were, normally they’d be really chaotic but maybe today was just one of those days. Even Moon was happy to find all the little ones were napping, a few of them had some trouble but nothing a music box couldn’t fix. Clean up was gonna be a breeze today too, Sun was just finishing the last stack of soft play items and pillows.

Until Freddy came knocking at the daycare doors.

Sun found this odd, normally Freddy wouldn’t be here unless kids were present. Opening the door he was met with Freddy’s frazzled face…and a tiny baby in his arms clinging to him like those ‘Mr. Hippo’ magnets.

“I…didn’t where else to go!” Those were the first words out of his mouth when Sun settled him down.

“Easy Freddy, tell me where you found….’him’ an we’ll find his parents.” Said Sun as he gingerly checked over the baby, doing a quick scan and finding his gender but..nothing more then that.

“Thats…easier said then done, I…sorta found him um…in my…stomach hatch?”

Sun had to do a double take. “You found him…in your stomach hatch?!”

“I don’t know how he got there! I was powered down to recharge my batter an when I started back up there he was, my stomach hatch was malfunctioning an wasn’t closing properly…so it was open while I was recharging..”

“….Ok well it explains a few things but it doesn’t explain how he got separated from his mother or how he got into your room.” Sun had to accept that explanation, weird as it sounded it did make sense.

Freddy looked down at the little one, he had settled down and was currently playing with his foot. The shock was wearing off and he started playing with the little one, Sun and walked off to get a bottle. Poor thing might be hungry, he was tickling the baby’s little feet when he noticed something. A little pocket on the onesie, inside was a folded piece of paper. Pulling it out he found only one thing written on it.

“Gregory.”

Thats all it read, just one name. Freddy looked down at the little one, happily cooing up at him. Well now he had something to call the lil’ star…but then a sad thought crept into his mind. He heard stories like this from Vanessa, people abandoning children in crowded places. Never in his whole career would he ever see something like this, he looked back down at the little one, the poor thing oblivious to the fact that…they were…he laid down on his side, setting little Gregory beside him. He crawled up to his face and grabbed at his nose, bottom lip, his bow tie an even went so far as to knock over his top hat.

He gave the little guy a smile…but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, this lil’ guy was innocent, who would just up and leave such a sweet little cub? Sun had come back with a bottle, he handed it to Freddy…who handed him the little slip of paper.

“It only has a name on it, nothing else.”

Gregory was more then happy to accept the bottle, a little annoyed to loose his binky but if it meant having a meal he’d overlook it. He held on to the bottle with a death grip, it made Freddy laugh a little. He just held it up for him, he had experience with infants thanks to many parties in the daycare…and Sun’s wonderful teaching.

“I called Vanessa, she’s on her way with some supplies. She hadn’t received any calls about a missing child…” the two of them shared a look….they didn’t need to say it.

The bottle was polished off in no time, poor thing was hungry but…didn’t really complain much. Or maybe its why he was upset earlier, Freddy gave him a few pats on the back an in return got a little burp from the little guy. He was very possessive of his little binky but thats how babies were at times. He turned to hear a knock at the daycare doors, he was expecting Vanessa but when Sun opened the door…he found Monty, Roxy and Chica there.

“Hey Sun, you seen Freddy? We saw him running towards the daycare and-“ Monty paused when he saw Freddy laying down, turning to look at him..an giving him a lazy wave.

He had to restrain a laugh seeing Chica and Roxy’s jaws drop to the floor in unison, all at once they gathered round their friend, staring down at the tiny child. All of them doing a quick scan on him.

“He’s…so small.” Whispered Chica.

“Tiny…” replied Monty.

“Smallest human I’ve ever seen…” Roxy tilted her head hoping to get a better view of the kids face.

Gregory had his back to the group of animatronics, he had a slight bit of curiosity but that faded when they towered over him and started staring. Instantly he whimpered and buried his little face into Freddy’s abdomen, earning a chuckle from the singer. Gingerly, he wrapped an arm around him, his thumb rubbing his leg to calm him down.

“He’s a little shy.”

End Pt.1

[This was inspired by the artist @callmebread who did some wonderful pics of baby Gregory, Bread this is for you man I’ll do more if you all want more baby Gregory]

[widow-maximov]

Hello, I would like to request a wandanat x reader where reader is on a mission with Pietro (he is alive in this story) and something goes wrong, causing reader to get stuck under rumble or something like that. Wandanat are informed and they rush to the scene, all angsty 'you can't die blah blah and the manage to free reader but whether they live or die is up to you. Thank you, and if you cant write this thats fine

Honestly yes, this whole idea is just good... hehe

Last breath

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst :3

Summary: Missions with your best friend always end in success but what if one fails, how will your girlfriends react?

Word count: 3k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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To those who experienced death always say life is precious which they aren't wrong, you always lived by the moment until that one mission..

But let's side track a little bit..

You always were a thrill seeker, doing things like sky diving, bungee jumping and even cage diving with sharks so joining Shield wasn't surprising at all, you went out on all missions.

Which was something the Avengers noticed along with your dedication to be the best, they took you in and you fit in like a glove. Even though you were quite adventurous, your personality was the opposite.

You were shy whenever you were new but as soon as you got used to your surroundings, you was able to express yourself more to which is why Natasha and Wanda took interest in you.

You were loved by most of the team, the rest were natural towards you but there was one person on the team who adored you; Pietro Maximoff, the racer, the other twin is what everyone referred to him but he was your best friend.

You would consider him as brother but the fact that you were interested in his sister would be slightly weird. He always encouraged you to talk to Wanda but it wasn't just Wanda that you liked, when he found out the constant bullying started.

You wouldn't mind until the two redheads are around and he makes a joke that you can understand but somehow you'll be convinced that they understand and it will be awkward.

But this time you were going to ask them out even if you had no idea if they felt the same, you took a deep breath as anxiety slowly creepy up, you never was nervous so this says something.

As soon as the pair walked in, you looked over at Pietro to which he instantly put his hands up in defeat with a innocent smile across his lips.

You mouthed "I'm watching you" to him which caused him to laugh slightly, he nodded and continued to make his sandwich as he observed you.

You walked up to them with a nervous smile, Wanda returned the smile whilst Natasha observed you as if she was reading through you "Wanda Natasha heyy"

Natasha couldn't hold back a smile "Hello Y/n, is everything okay?"

"Is my brother annoying you?" Wanda questioned right after Natasha.

You nervously laughed "Oh no, he is being bearable today and yes everything is okay"

You rubbed the back of your neck "I came over here because I wanted to ask something"

They both looked at each other and simply shrugged as if to say that they don't know what you are talking about, they nodded and you continued "I wanted to ask the two of you out on a date- But it's okay if that's something you're not okay with!"

You were quick to reassure which made Natasha smirk at your nervous, they both had the same thing on their mind; To agree.

They both took your hand which made you look up "We would love to go out with you on a date"

Natasha nodded to agree with Wanda and that's when your smile grew wide "Really?"

Wanda nodded "Yes, we were waiting for you to do that for a long time дорогой (Darling)"

Pietro from the other side of the room dropped his sandwich at the sight "Get it girl!"

You looked over at him and gave him a confident smile to which he smirked and put his proud face "I did this" He looked over at Tony as he pointed towards yous, Tony rolled his eyes but had a small smile across his lips.

That's basically how that went, they were always fascinated by you but never made their move because they were slightly afraid you would end up rejecting them but turns out they were wrong...

That one mission that you thought was nothing but easy, despite being told to take more people with you, you were stubborn and didn't agree because you were confident that you and Pietro will take on anything, and even if you were right; You miscalculated one move..

Everything was going smooth, you and Pietro managed to convince everyone including your girlfriends that you would be fine, despite the gut feeling telling Wanda to go with you, she trusted you.

"Promise us you'll come back" Natasha whispered as she was hugged into you.

"Of course I will be back Nat, I promised you two a romantic evening today so yous will get that" You tried to convince them with the best confident tone you could master up.

Natasha pulled away with her glossy eyes boring into yours, as Wanda pulled you into her, she was crying because she hated goodbyes "You better be back Y/n/n or I will kick your butt"

You giggled a little "There will be no need for that I will be back"

She pulled away slightly as she placed a gentle kiss on your lips, something she has always done whenever you were going to missions. She took a step back and Natasha was quick to kiss you as well, she missed you already even if you weren't even gone yet.

You hated goodbyes so convincing yourself you will come back kept you going with the mission. You pulled away as Natasha took a step back to where she stood, she hugged into Wanda as they both watched you walk to where Pietro was.

He waved and they both waved back, he had a small sad smile across his lips, he pulled you into his side as he reassured you were going to be fine, just before the jet closed it's door..

Wanda shouted "Be safe! Both of you!"

You and Pietro turned last time and nodded in sync as the door closed, making yous both disappear and fly off to the mission. Wanda and Natasha went back to their room to do anything else but worry.

The mission went just like it was suppose to go but last minute there was something that pulled your attention, you pressed your com as you spoke "P there is something wrong in another part of this building, can you manage whilst I check it out?"

"Of course, I will be done in a second and I will join you"

You nodded to his words and ran off to the other building, with a gun in your hand you carefully scouted the place and checked for anything that's different.

That's when you heard quiet sobs, you slowly approached and that's when you saw a little boy sitting by a woman, probably his mother, she was stuck and you were quick to act.

You pulled off the pieces that were holding her down and pulled her out, she was able to stand on her feet so when Pietro arrived he took them to a safe place, what the woman failed to mention was that the building was falling apart so when you were shot by one of the enemies you stumbled back into the buildings infrastructure.

You held your shot wound as you looked down at your hand to see blood, before you could react a huge piece along with another small metal bars fell right on top of you.

Now you were trapped, good thing you still were able to take your gun that wasn't far from you and shoot the guy dead before he could finish you.

You groaned as you felt one of the piece of the building dig right into you, pushing you further into the ground "Pietro we might have a problem.."

You barely breathed out a sentence and before you knew it he was right besides you, he looked with panic at where you were. His attempt at trying to remove these parts only worsen the situation, he place his hands on it and started to pull which made a small hole on your stomach.

"No don't move it" You manged to whisper out to which he immediately moved away.

"Get.. Help" You were trying to save your energy as your breathing got worse, he nodded as his eyes filled with tears, he zoomed off to the jet where the radio was.

He alerted Tony and without hesitation wanted to return to you but there were still a lot of threats that he needed to care of, he prayed you would be fine.

You looked at how you were being crushed, what you or Pietro failed to see was the sharp metal pole dangling from the ceiling close to falling.

You breathed in and out calmly as you felt tears slide down your face, a voice came through into your ear that wasn't Pietro "Y/n we will be there soon, just breath in calmly and don't move"

Natasha and Wanda were informed instantly since they were apart of the team and Wanda was crucial to this whole rescue mission and knowing Natasha she wouldn't stay put especially when it comes to you.

"Please I don't want to die" You breathed out which was heard by the two redheads, their hearts broke at your pleads.

"I might be a risk taker but not today, please help" You sobbed out to the com and there was dead silence from their end.

"Hey дорогой (Darling) we will be right there, just hold on" Wanda's voice came through after couple long minutes.

You let out a shaky breath and just nodded because words weren't coming out, you laid on the cold floor as you waited for anyone to arrive and help you, just when you heard footsteps, you hid your gun in case they spot it and that's when it happened.

The metal pole tipped and fell, from the vibrations of the footsteps, it perfectly fit into that small hole that Pietro accidently made, stabbing you right inside your stomach, you gasp because yelling wasn't an option now.

Wanda and Natasha were seconds late but perfectly on time to witness the perfect fall, your eyes fell on the two redheads as blood slowly dripped down from your mouth.

Natasha dropped on her knees beside you as she held your hand tight letting tears fall freely from her "We are here котенок (Kitten)"

You smiled at her as you slightly nodded, you wanted to close your eyes but dying without seeing their face wasn't an option "I'm sorry.."

Natasha shook her head "There is noting to be sorry for, you're going to be fine."

You shook your head as you coughed up more blood "I'm sorry that I'm not coming back"

That's when Wanda's attention was turned towards you, she started to slowly take off the rubble of you but at those words, she rushed over as she dropped on her knees and held your other hand "No, remember I will kick your butt so you're coming back"

You smiled but it didn't met your eyes "I love yous.. so much"

"Y/n you're not going to die because you can't die" Natasha spoke up preventing her sobs as she watched as your eyes become heavy.

Wanda nodded quickly to agree "We need you Y/n/n please stay for us"

You was trying with everything you had, the more you breathed the more the pole moved and sleepiness was getting to you, you nodded with the last big of energy "Please... say"

"Say what Y/n?" Natasha questioned as your grip on their hands got weaker.

"It back" You manged to finish that sentence.

"I love you" They both said in perfect sync as you smiled again.

As soon as Tony along with Thor arrived and their attention was pulled towards them, that's when you closed your eyes completely, letting the darkness take you as whole.

Natasha looked back at you "No, no no no"

This made Wanda look, before she could say anything Tony called her to help to which she had to, she was up and using her powers to get you out without causing more damage.

As soon as they lifted most of the rubble off you, Natasha along with Thor pulled you out, Steve, Bucky and Sam were off helping Pietro and Bruce was patiently waiting for you to be brought in.

As soon as you were brought back to the compound, you were stuck in the surgery for many hours and through all of them, Natasha and Wanda sat there waiting for any update to be made.

They were hoping everything was going to be okay, that they will see your smile again as it was their favourite highlight of the day. The little risky things you would do for them just so you could see them laugh was your favourite thing.

You were absolutely whipped for them and they were whipped for you. You were still holding on because before joining you didn't have anyone to live for, but since you met them they were worth living for.

There wasn't enough hours in the day to be spent with the two redheads so holding on to see them was something you'll do even if it meant it was the last thing you do.

Wanda was asleep on Natasha's shoulder but the Russian couldn't close her eyes because all she saw was the blood pouring out of your mouth and the slowly fading life from your eyes.

The couple doctors that looked like they went through war itself, left the room which startled both redheads, causing them to jump up within seconds, looking more tired than before.

"Is she okay?!" Wanda was first to question the defeated looking doctors.

It was hard to read their emotions as they were in there for hours without breaks that even some of them collapsed into empty chairs taking couple breathes.

One of the doctors that nodded and continued to where they were suppose to go, Natasha sighed with so much relief and Wanda jumped right into her arms with joyful tear sliding down her face.

You were in a coma for some time until you woke up and your room was flooded with every person, Pietro was the first one to visit, besides Wanda and Natasha they practically never left you.

The hope was given that you would be okay but the reality was far from it, relaying on just hope is mostly disappointing, you were having difficulties which you never raised to Wanda or Natasha throughout months of finally being able to get out of that hospital room.

You hid them perfectly until one day, you were walking along side the two women you loved when suddenly the pain in your stomach hit you out of no where. It was a lot more stronger than normal, which caused you to stop.

They both looked at you confused and that's when they noticed a pool of blood form on your shirt, you looked down and back at them with shock in your eyes.

They panicked because this was something that they didn't expect especially since you had been hiding your suffering from them, you didn't want to stress them out because they already acted like you were fragile when in fact you didn't want to be.

Natasha rushed over to you as she took your arm and placed it over her shoulders to carry you to the medical wing "Has this happened before?"

You shook your head "N-no"

Wanda followed the Russian's lead as they both dragged you to the medic, she manage to look inside your head "Why didn't you tell us you were having issues?"

You looked at her realising what she has done "I didn't want to worry yous"

"So this has happened before?" Natasha asked again as they both placed you down on the bed.

You held your stomach "Not to this extent, it was slightly pain"

You inhaled sharply as the pain increased, turns out the doctors missed a very important piece to which it now caused a tear in your insides causing an opening and the sudden bleeding.

You knew this was going to be the end, you held on for as long as you could, the darkness coming back was a sign for you to let go for once and for all.

You reached out with both of your blooded hands towards the two women to which they were quick to react to, you smiled slightly at them "I am so happy we met"

They smiled not really understand why you are saying this, so continued "This isn't the end because we will meet again"

Wanda nodded "Of course we will meet, I will go get the doctor"

Your grip tighten indicating for her to not go "I wish it was all different and I could've spent more time with yous, I love yous so much"

The bleeding started to get worse to the point of dripping all over where you laid, Natasha looked down as panic filled her once again, this time she understood what was happening and there was no saving this time.

She had tears in her eyes as she placed a soft kiss on your hand as you finally took your last breath, Wanda refused to believe it as she rushed out to get someone but Natasha broke down besides you watching as they tried to get your heartbeat back.

Nothing worked, with a defeated look and sad eyes, the doctors delivered the sad news to the Sokovian, she fell onto the ground as tears streamed down her face. Both of the redheads world just fell apart as you took your last breath....

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[mtfstuff]

David was really mad. His dad had promised weeks ago to help him oresent his school project. But when the day came, he had no time. David almost failed the project and wanted to get revenge. But the revenge he got was different than he thought.

Bzzzz. Beep. Beep. Beep.

David turned off his alarm clock. It was project presentation day. He worked all day and night on it to get a good grade. This could be his ticket to go to university in some years.

He stood up, got dressed and left his room. He went downstairs to eat breakfast, but he found something else. His dad had just opened the front door to leave to work.

"Wait, dad. You said you would drive me to school?", David said.

"I'm... I'm sorry, bean. There is an emergency at work. I have to leave now.", his dad Brandon said.

"But who will bring me to school then?"

"Eh,... maybe a friend of yours can take you with him. Jay, eventually. I really have to go. Love you, and good luck with your project."

He left and the door closed.

David just stood there, motionless. He couldnt believe that his dad just left.

Breakfast was quickly made by him, as je was messaging Jay: Hey, could you take me with you to school.

Not a long time until the answer came: Sorry, I cant.

David had to dress quickly as he was almost to late to walk to school. He grabbed his presentation and left the house.

Back at home, David was angry. He almost didnt manage to arrive early to present his project. He still passed but it is unknown if he will get a ticket to go to university.

Its his fathers mess, his fault, David thought.

He went into his room and wanted to relieve some steam. He undressed himself, laid on his bed, took his rod and jerked off hard.

He thought about how he could get his revenge on his dad. Slashing tires so that hes to late at work? Nah, too expensive. Stealing some clothes so that he to search them and be late for work? Could work. David got hard only thinking about his father in his suits. Yeah, David could really take some of them and of his dress shoes. That would teach him a lesson, as this would be comparable to what he had to go through today.

He fantasized about his father running naked through their house searching for his clothes.

Oh god, thats wrong, David quickly thought. He never even had seen his father shirtless, how could he even imagine him running around naked. Also, isnt it wrong to have fantasies about his own dad?, David asked himself. Maybe these were just one of his gay urges he developed over the last few months as he discovered his sexuality.

To get these fantasies out of his head, he stopped jerking off and got off of his bed. But even though he felt like he was standing, he noticed that his feet didnt touch the ground. As he was looking down, he couldnt believe that he was floating.

David started to test his new form out. He leaned against the wall not thinking about falling through it, but exactly that happened. As he came out of the wall the books on the shelf he float through were slightly shaking.

"Wow, I have a slight impact on my surroundings.", David exclaimed. "Lets see what else I can do."

He went over to the kitchen and started to experiment. He tried to lift up objects or to move them by phasing through them.

Then, the front door opened. His father was back from work.

"David, I'm back home. I'm sorry for what happened this morning.", he shouted as he closed the door.

He listened.

"David are you here? Is everything okay?"

David panicked. His dad shouldnt see his unconscious body laying on his bed, jerking off. He went over to his dad who walked towards Davids room.

David tried to pull his father away, but for his surprise, he felt how he got sucked into his father.

His dad, Brandon, fell moaning to the ground as Davids spirit got sucked into his body and overtook control. His body stopped shaking as Brandon managed to stand up. Hands on his knees and out of breath, he didnt know what had happened.

"Holy fuck, that felt awesome!", David exclaimed, instantly recognizing the sound of his fathers voice.

David looked down at his body, admiring the suit that his father wore. He had no idea how all of this happened but he was in awe. He went over to the nearest mirror and started flexing his fathers body. He ran his hands over his fathers beard, the shirt and tie that fit tightly around the torso, down to the belt. He opened the belt buckle, ready to see a real mans dick, but the doorbell rang.

With his belt still opened, David opened the door. In front of him was Jay.

"Hello Mr. Thompson. Is David there.", he asked.

"I'm sorry Jay, he's not here right now. He wanted to go for a long walk. And please, call me Brandon.", David said, trying to imitate his fathers charme and smiled.

"Alright. Ehh...Do you know when he'll be back?", he asked.

David noticed how Jay was starring at his fathers crotch. He knew that Jay had a crush on his father and the fact that his belt was open didnt made it better.

"No, I dont know.", David answered, crossing his legs. "Can I do anything else for you?"

"Ehh... no, no... All good. Thanks Mr. ... fuck.... I mean Brandon. Have a great... day.", he said leaving.

David closed the door and went back to where he left off. He rubbed his pants against the tip of his dick. David moaned in his stolen body. He now couldnt ignore the hardening rod in his pants.

He went into his fathers bedroom and got onto his big bed. David started to strip his fathers suit off, starting with the jacket and tie. He unbuttoned the shirt and opened the pants. Brandons body, still controlled by David, pushed down a hand into his pants.

He grabbed his fathers erect pole and exclaimed: "I never really played with my own, but I know that this one is huge!"

David stroked it slowly, building up the feeling he never felt this strong before.

He pulled down his pants completely and stood up to stand in front of his fathers hige mirror.

He felt how cum started to build up in his fathers throbbing member. David rubbed his free hand over his fathers hairy body, feeling the abs pulsating beneath it.

A drop of cum felt from the tip of his huge dick, right before David got this body to shoot an incredible amount of cum against the mirror. The body quaked in pleasure shooting 12 thick strands of cum all over the mirror.

David dropped onto his fathers knees, overwhelmed by the sensation flowing through the body.

"Ooohhhh, fuck. That felt so good.", he said out of breath with his fathers deep voice.

David got up onto his fathers feet again, his legs shaking. He leaned against the mirror, staring at the cum running down the smooth surface.

David made his fathers body flex once more.

"This was too good to be true.", he said happily.

He looked at his fathers handsome face in the mirror.

"You know, I think I'll stay in your body for some time. And now, I'll explore what else you have in store for your horny son."

David sad down on the bed again, lifting his legs.

This will be fun, he said to himself.

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