#i will see my vision realized someday

[gilbirda]

*opens the Danny Arkham Security Guard file*

last updated July 2022

[wandascrush]

Runaway Bride

Summary: There’s only one person you really want on your wedding day

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Weddings, love, crying, running away, lots of angst

Song: Someday I’ll get it by Alek Olsen

You were out of breath by the time you got there, crisp cold air hurting your chest. Your throat was as dry as sandpaper. Natasha was there, waiting for you like she always was. Your legs were tired from running, broken nude heels in your hands, beautiful and forgotten. The white flowy, soft fabric of your dress touched your body delicately, dragging and picking up the color from the wet mossy grass. Sore legs lowered down to sit on the grass next to the girl who once captured your heart…but she was silent. Just you two, alone. The air was so cold it hurt your bones. 

   You rested your head against the large oak tree that sat behind you two, making a little cove under its branches. So many thoughts were racing through your mind, “I’ve ruined everything. What will people think? I have to say sorry.” But once you saw your favorite spot waiting for you, with your favorite girl, everything melted away. You shouldn’t even be here right now, you shouldn’t have been thinking about Natasha, but she was the only person that ran through your mind. 

   “Long time no see, Natty.” 

    You’ve gotten used to her silence though, it kind of became her new character trait these days. Sometimes you pretended it didn’t hurt anymore, but it always did. A little more each time. Rain droplets started to fall around you, wetting every inch of dirt and stone. More green from the grass started to slowly seep into the beautiful white fabric of your dress. You knew her deep gaze was on you, looking at you with pity…maybe with love? 

   Your chest tightened as you blinked hard, vision blurring, “I was supposed to get married today, you know,” a sad laugh escaped your throat as you played with the fabric of your dress, “I looked beautiful. My hair was done and my makeup was perfect and-I was supposed to be happy today,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I was supposed to be standing at that altar, looking into her eyes, promising forever. But I couldn’t even say the words. Because every time I looked at her, I saw you. And I hated myself for it.”

 “I’m so tired of missing you. Some strange part of me thought getting married would make me happier. But all I see is you. When I say my vows, it’s your name they’re written for.”

I think of you all the time, now that you’re gone.

    The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through the dress. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds and angry wind. Digging your manicured fingers into the soft mud, it felt like the only grounding thing. The feeling of mud seeping under your nails was the only anchor you had.

   You checked your phone, trying to wipe the rain off of it and realized that you’d already been there for over an hour with Natasha. You needed to get back, answer all the missed calls and texts. This would be the last time you two saw each other…something inside you was certain about it. Shaky legs stood up, using the big oak tree as support and grabbing the bouquet you forgot about next to you. 

   You slowly kneeled down in front of your first love, first everything, and pressed your forehead against her cold grave stone, “If love could have saved you,” breaths came in short, sharp gasps, salty tears falling into your mouth, “you would have lived forever, my Natasha.” Soft lips kissed the engraving of her name as you gently lied the bouquet down for her, grabbed your broken heels, and said goodbye. It took all your strength to not look back as you walked out of the private cemetery.

[anistarrose]

Reasons why I, a sighted person, enjoy and benefit from seeing image descriptions:

Sometimes I'm not confident in my interpretation of a facial expression, and the ID can offer clarity

They might highlight details I otherwise wouldn't have noticed

Especially in the case of artist-described works: they might indicate a character's race/ethnicity that I otherwise couldn't tell for sure

Likewise, they might describe cultural details (food, clothing, hairstyle, etc) that I otherwise wouldn't have known the word for

Likewise, again: the same, but for terms for disability aids

Sometimes my internet is slow, and images don't load for me

Sometimes I have my screen brightness turned way down (sometimes due to eyestrain, sometimes due to low battery)

The activity feed doesn't show images, so sometimes a reblog notification starting with "ID: ..." is the only way I realize someone added a quality meme or some peer-reviewed tags to one of my posts

Sometimes my brain is just tired and reading words is easier than interpreting visual cues.

And maybe one of the most important ones:

While currently, my glasses completely correct my vision, I know that in the future, there might come a time in which I need — at the bare minimum — text from images transcribed in a format where I can adjust the font size.

And for that matter, you might need similar accommodations someday, too.

There are, of course, people who need these accommodations now, and that alone is more than enough justification to include image descriptions immediately, to start caring about accessibility immediately. Even if the pool of ID "beneficiaries" was only limited to blind/low vision people, and if it was a group of which the size would never increase, then online accessibility would be just as important.

But, in fact, there's a wide range of people for whom IDs are useful, to varying but objectively all valid degrees. And as the internet userbase ages, the proportion of disability will absolutely rise. After all, we're the largest marginalized group that anyone can join at any time!

Or, in other words: if your indifference to IDs stems from thinking that no one in your internet circle needs them, and/or thinking that you in particular will never need them? It's never too late to reconsider those assumptions. Here's some resources.

[i9messi]

I want a baby — Ruben Dias

Meeting his friend’s baby triggers Ruben’s desire for a baby, turning him into a cute, baby fever-filled mess.

Word count — 1k

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It all started when one of his friends had his first child. You and Ruben went to meet the baby for the very first time and both were practically fascinated with the child. Your boyfriend held the baby in his strong arms, holding him like it was fragile, something he had to take care of and protect.

The vision shocked you. You and Rubén had never spoken before about having children, but to see him that way, with a baby in his arms, an instant feeling made you ask yourself what if you and him were parents someday. The idea wasn't so terrible after all.

"Look how small it is. Did you see his little hands?"

His brown eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but smile.

"He’s so cute."

"Our babies would be cute." Ruben said casually, totally sure of what he thought.

Oh, did Ruben think about you and him having a baby?

"Can’t you see us doing that?"

You smiled at your boyfriend’s question.

"Actually, I can."

That was just the beginning. As the days went by, he constantly sent you cute baby videos and photos. You couldn’t stop smiling and thinking that you wanted one, that Ruben was the right man to have your first baby and that maybe, you were ready to start trying.

One day your friends needed your help to babysit their baby. Ruben was practically already knocking on the door of his friends' house. While you were babysitting, you both looked at each other and took care of the little boy. It was a whole new experience, giving the bottle to the baby, playing with him and singing lullabies. At the time of changing his diaper, your man volunteered and made no complaint about anything at all. That proved your suspicions that Ruben would be an amazing father.

"I could do this with our baby."

You smiled, "You would be a great dad, a great one."

"I think you’d be an amazing mother. I can’t wait to have a baby of our own."

The talks about having children became a topic of conversation before bed. You had come out of the bathroom and settled into his arms, with your head on his chest. Lying next to him was amazing, but lying down and touching his skin, listening to his heart and having him so close was your drug. Kind of like heroin.

"I want a baby."

The silence was interrupted by his voice and his statement. There was a moment of silence, until you reacted and realized you hadn’t imagined it. You raised your head to look at his face. He was totally serious.

"Ruben, are you serious?"

"I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having kids and I think I’m ready. I want a baby. I want to hold our baby in my arms, I want her or him to look like you and me, to be a constant reminder that we are a family. Because that's what I want, I want a family with you. But I really don’t want to have kids with someone other than you, I want you to be the mother of my babies."

Your heart was beating like never before. Your cheeks were red and you wanted to kiss him. So you did, you didn’t control yourself anymore. Your lips joined together, Ruben kissed you back as euphoric as you. His hands went up to your hips, where he held you close to his body. He just separated to keep talking about the baby.

“Would you want to have a baby with me?”

“I’d love to have your baby, Ruben.”

That same night you started your try to have your first baby. A few weeks later, Ruben came home and found you in the bedroom.

"I haven’t looked at it yet. I was waiting for you."

Both approached the bathroom, totally nervous about the result of the pregnancy test. You didn’t dare look at it, so you let Ruben look at the evidence. It was the first attempt, the first time you checked on the pregnancy test, so there might be a chance you weren’t pregnant yet.

Ruben had read a lot, had been informed about how the pregnancy process would be, and had even seen videos of couples discovering they were pregnant. So when you saw him stay quiet you didn’t know what to expect.

"Ruben?"

"You’re pregnant."

"Wait-we’re having a baby?"

You couldn’t believe it, your eyes filled with tears and he came to you. You both hugged and began to understand that in nine months, your baby was going to be born.

“Eu te amo, eu te amo…” he repeated, his face full of happiness.

Ruben always placed a hand on your lower abdomen, even though the pregnancy wasn’t showing yet. Just thinking your baby was there was enough to keep him happy as ever. He was the happiest man in the world, you had made him the happiest man in the world.

When Ruben was not training or at his matches, both shared time at home, talking about the baby and all your plans about the future. He would buy any cute article of baby clothing that he saw, and do a mini haul of what he bought for your baby. That meant he had already brought your baby a City jersey with his number on it.

He also tried to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing your symptoms with old wives' tales.

"I feel like a fat cow."

"Well, you're the most beautiful cow I ever met.”

But your insecurities continued, having a baby in your belly made you feel much more emotional than usual. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but once you found yourself crying and seeing your body in the mirror. Ruben came closer to you and put both his hands in your belly.

"I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant."

The day he met his baby, Ruben knew that baby was all he needed in his life. That you and your baby were your family, two people he would love forever. The child was finally born and you were both crying.

"I am so grateful to you for loving me and allowing me to be a part of this family with you."

You loved him. You were both new at this, but were excited about your upcoming adventures as parents.

[lebbys-world]

Reality Check

Todoroki x gn!reader; pro-hero!au, some slightly graphic description of injury/death, angst to comfort, facing the realities of putting yourself in danger everyday

notes: i know this is a comfort blog, but i am a such a sucker for angst + esp in regards to how corrupt the superhuman society of mha is. so no relationship angst here !! just some good 'ol facing reality head-on with the love of your life !!

Your throat was searing with a burning pain, lungs overwhelmed as the cool metal of a knife passed across the skin covering your trachea.

The shock hits you instantly, yet the world feels as if it’s suddenly in slow motion.

One second, you were being held up by a villain, beaten and bruised, convincing yourself you’d make it out of there just fine.

The next moment, there was that burning sensation, and the villain holding you up lets go, forcing your weak body to fall helplessly onto the ground.

It hits you the moment your body slammed against the ground.

You realize what happened in that moment, but somehow your brain can't string together the thought fully.

You can barely move.

You can barely speak.

You’re desperate to talk, to say something, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is choked noises and blood.

Tears start streaming down your face, the overwhelming emotions only continuing to cut off your scarce breaths.

Your vision starts to become blurry, and you can feel your senses starting to numb.

The once booming screams and explosions now sounded so far away that you could barely register them.

You feel someone run over to you, lifting you slightly off the ground, trying to ask you something that you can't quite make out.

A cold hand is placed on your face.

Why is the hand wet?

Oh.

That’s right.

That’s the same hand that must have picked you up.

That hand must be covered in your own blood.

You’re dying, after all.

You wish you could clearly see the face of the person holding you so dearly, or hear the pleading words of reassurance coming out of their mouth. 

But everything was such a haze.

Your senses nulled.

All you hoped was that Shoto was still okay.

. . .

You jolted upwards, your breaths staggered, sweat dripping off your brow.

Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark room, as the adrenaline continued rushing through your veins.

The visions that had just flooded your head suddenly disappeared, but you could still feel the agony of them weighing down on your chest.

From your sudden movement, you had woken up your husband next to you.

“Hey love, take a deep breath. Everything’s alright.”

He slowly sat up next to you, putting his arm comfortingly on your back as he continued to calm you down.

“Nightmare, hm?”

“...Yeah.” You answered, leaning into his touch.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Mmm… not yet.”

“That’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace, “we can talk about it later.”

You were used to nightmares stemming from work, but you'd never had one that felt quite this realistic.

Even though you were awake, safe in your home, in your own bed, your husband next to you, you just couldn't shake the sinking feeling the dream had left you with.

As Pro-Heroes, this sort of fate could be your reality someday.

That was something you had to face when you took on the job, but only on nights like these did the severity of it ever really hit you.

That fate could befall you someday.

You could die out there someday.

Or even worse, Shoto could.

At that thought, you held him tighter.

“Can we just stay like this for a little longer?” You asked into his chest.

“For however long you need.”

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[thebrightsilverlining]

P5X and the Importance of Community

There’s something interesting about how P5X is handling confidants. Obviously, I’ll have to wait until it gets officially localized, but there seems to be a running trend in regards to community.

See, X is different from P3,4, and 5 in that the protagonist did not move before the start of the game. There’s no adjusting to some new environment and meeting a bunch of people there. Wonder has lived here all his life. So making friends isn’t about becoming a part of a new place. Instead, it’s a signifier of Wonder’s change in attitude.

Wonder’s whole deal is that he was just kinda coasting through life. As the lyrics of Ambitions and Visions points out: “Act like I don’t care. Why even bother? That’s what I though then. Just another bluffer.” He was a go with the flow guy who couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort whose bitterness and lack of ambition was the reason why things weren’t going the way he wanted in life. A fact that he didn’t really want to admit.

But that changes when he becomes a Phantom Thief and he begins to actually put effort in and start caring. The whole idea of the Phantom Idols is that Wonder’s connection to the Sea of Souls allows him to see the potential in people. To see who they could be. Meaning he’s learning to shed his previous ambivalence and see people for who they really are and who they could become.

This becomes even more impactful, because he’s not in some new place with new people. He’s in his home, with most of the people having already been living there alongside him. So it’s not a matter of the world changing. It’s his perception of it that changes. It’s him realizing that the people he’d written off are actually pretty amazing.

So one of the confidants is his next door neighbor and his mom’s friend. Someone who was always around but he never bothered to really get to know. It’s his mom’s friend and they’re both old, what could possibly be interesting about that? They probably talk about whatever it is middle aged women talk about. Boring.

Except she’s not. Once he starts paying attention he finds out that she used to be a fashion designer. And she was good at it!? Not to mention those photos of her when she was younger. Who knew that Mrs. Tomiyama was COOL?!

And hey, did you know that she also has a nephew? Yeah, he’s only like a year older than you and he wants to be an actor someday. Gonna star on tv in Featherman and make so many people smile. If you’re getting to know Mrs. Tomiyama you should probably get to know him too. Who knows? You might even become friends.

And hey, what about that girl that’s always helping her father with running the local bar? You must’ve passed her by a million times by now and you’ve never spoken a word have you? Did you know that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up? Or that she’s planning to simply stay home instead so she can take care of her father with his back problem?

Or what about Yaoling Li? Did you even know that a college student from China had moved into the neighborhood? Right next to the Fujikawa residence! You know, where Yukimi lives? She’s your age, why did you never even try to become friends? But maybe it’s time to remedy that, especially if you’re both gonna befriend Yaoling, who is still struggling with the signage at the local market.

It’s all about the community. That community that’s always been there, that you just never bothered to pay attention to. The people so unique and varied, with dreams and aspirations and lives so complex you can barely imagine. That you could get to know, so long as you were willing to put in the effort to do so. And maybe, if you did, you might just find your life is better for it.

It’s a concept I find incredibly interesting, and one I really hope is done well in P5X. Because, if so, it might just be my favorite handling of confidants/social links yet.

[ddejavvu]

could you do a hotch x reader where reader has injured her leg and he walks her to the ambulance and then grows very protective of her in the hospital and/or office??

"Hotch, she's- aah," You gasp, leg burning with a fire that you're sure will turn it to ash, "She's down, I'm- I'm okay, I can wait, get her help."

"Morgan's got her," Hotch murmurs, slipping his hands beneath your arms as Derek attends to the unsub's final victim, "You need an ambulance."

"Ah, it- it hurts! It hurts, Hotch," You whimper, welcoming the rough material of his kevlar vest when it meets your face. He hauls you off of the ground, and you're ale to bury your face into his shoulder to ground yourself.

"I know," He murmurs, and when he has you on your feet, or rather, foot, he braces an arm at your thighs.

"Grab my neck," He instructs you, and if you weren't in mind-numbing pain, you'd be freaking out about flinging your arms around your boss's neck. It's even better when he lifts you bridal style, and you hope he does it again someday, minus the blood gushing from your leg.

It's certainly flowing less now, thanks to the jacket that Aaron had tied around the wound, so tight that it made you see stars. But there's still blood leaking from the bullet hole, and you can't look at it or else you start to get queasy on top of everything else.

To make sure you can't see it, you bury your face in his neck. It's unprofessional, sure, but you're bleeding out, so you think you deserve a pass.

"You're gonna be okay," Aaron hums, and you feel his voice thrumming through his throat, "We're almost to the ambulance, okay? Just hang on, don't close your eyes."

Every step that he takes jostles you in his arms, but he holds you tight. Sirens get louder in your ears and you see flashing lights even from where you're smothered against his skin, and before you know it you're being lowered into an ambulance.

Your vision swims as the EMTs get to work on your leg, and to your surprise, Aaron steps in beside you.

"Hotch," You rasp, looking at him through hazy eyes, "You- go, they need you there."

"They're fine." He assures you, settled on the bench beside your stretcher, "Dave and Morgan can drive back, and there's an ambulance waiting for Rebecca. I need to make sure you get settled, that you're not alone."

Very little can pull Hotch away from his duties as Unit Chief. You're fairly certain that he's supposed to wrap up, give his report at the scene and file paperwork for it later. He lets his agents leave, and he stays to finish the job himself. So you take your time to appreciate that he's given that up for you, that he's choosing to be carted to the hospital rather than take his typical position of authority.

He does the same three days later, skipping out on a meeting with Strauss to wheel you out of the sliding doors of the emergency ward. Your hands are hovering uselessly over the wheels, but once you realize he's serious about pushing you the entire way to the SUV, they melt over the armrests.

"Thanks, Hotch." You peer up, looking at the underside of his chin as he navigates the uneven sidewalk.

He glances down at your face, and you know what looks like his typical stern frown is really upside down to you, a kind smile against his cheeks.

"You're lucky I didn't let Morgan do this," He reaches the van, opening the passenger's side door and turning to help you out of the chair, "He would have brought along Prentiss and Reid just to have a wheelchair race."

He even buckles your seatbelt for you, despite your arms working fine. It means he's close, incredibly so, to your face, and he lingers for just a split second too long.

"I appreciate that," You laugh, and you think your actions through, but only minutely. You lean forwards, lips catching his cheek rather than his own mouth that you're yearning to kiss. It's intimate, of course, but you're hoping that it's ambiguous, that if he wants it to be romantic, it will be, and if he doesn't, then it won't.

Judging by the sweet, rosy blush that colors his cheeks when you pull away, he wants it to be.

[kurishiri]

alfons v.s. ring . . . alfons sylvatica END 🪞

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: a public display of affection. enjoy this alfons fluff where he gets jelly and sulky 🤭

Alfons: Well, Kate... between me and Ring, who do you choose as your lover?

(Hm... it’s a really hard choice, but I would choose...)

Kate: I choose you then, Alfons.

Ring: I see...

Alfons: I suppose that is simply to be expected [1], seeing that Kate is positively head over heels for me.

Kate: I-I mean, yes, I do like you... but there’s more to this than that too...

K: From what I could see since arriving here at the manor, I felt you were cut out for this.

After all, he possessed an observant eye to catch the pair of bracelets, and he was also able to gather information about room assignments.

His quick judgment and reflexes were exceptional to say the least,

so even putting any favoritism aside, I still would have thought it better to choose Alfons.

Ring: ...I agree, I thought it was incredible how you used your ability.

R: I really do have a lot to learn. Even if I find it frustrating thinking that about someone as unpleasant as you.

R: I’m starting to see what Dari meant when he said this would be a good learning opportunity.

Alfons: If you so wish for it, Ring, I will be more than happy to teach you a great many things.

A: That said, I reckon there is nothing more important than being aware of your strengths and making them a part of yourself.

Ring: If I do that, will I someday be able to... um...

(...?)

While muttering to himself, Ring looked over at me.

——It was at that moment when Alfons, who was standing next to me, grabbed my chin.

Kate: Mn!?

And then my vision was filled to the brim with him as I realized I was being kissed.

Kate: mn...huu...ah...

(We’re... we’re still in front of Ring though...)

It was as though he was making a show out of it, his tongue intertwining with mine, making wet sounds and gently biting my lips.

I felt as though the embarrassment I was feeling would take me away any moment, but the kiss felt so good...

...and it wasn’t long before my mind was filled with nothing else but Alfons.

Kate: ...mn...

A while passed before, satisfied, Alfons let go.

Alfons: So, when you say, ‘If I do that, will I someday be able to...’

A: Would it be safe to say that you meant that you would like Kate here to acknowledge you as well?

Ring: Ah... yeah... I guess, something like that.

R: This time, I wasn’t able to do much.

Seeing the two of us suddenly initiate a kiss without so much as a warning, Ring responded with a somewhat resigned tone.

Kate: Well… I did choose Alfons this time, but that’s not to say you were incompetent in any way, Ring.

K: Your ability to take action today has helped a lot… so really, thank you.

Ring: …Is that so? Then I’m glad.

Alfons: For the record… I have absolutely no intention of handing the role of being Kate’s lover to you.

A: Whether for a mission or in private, not now, and not ever, yes?

After we separated from Ring, we entered the room we were aiming for and completed the mission.

Kate: Looks like we managed to get a hold of the deal’s time and place without issue.

Alfons: That we indeed did. And now that we have completed this mission without so much as a hitch, why don’t we head back?

Kate: …

Alfons: Is there something on your mind?

Kate: I do find it this bit hard to say… but since I don’t want to mull on it, I’ll just say it outright.

K: Alfons, are you angry?

Alfons: …Now whatever makes you think that?

Kate: I mean, this room is meant for doing those kinds of things…

K: So, you know, I thought that you would have pushed me down on the bed by now, under normal circumstances.

K: Or maybe ask if we could do a medical role play, seeing as we have a stethoscope here that we used to eavesdrop on them, something like that…

Alfons: Ahha! I do find myself wondering just what your mind is making of me, coming up with such scenarios?

Kate: ‘A walking offense to public morals.’

Alfons: Well… I suppose there is some truth to that.

Even being told that, Alfons still seemed unclear.

(At first I thought he was angry, but I can’t think of anything that would make him so in the first place.)

(…Unless.)

Kate: You’re not angry, but rather sulking… is that it?

Alfons: Sulking, you say…

Kate: Not that I know why, but I guess… you sort of came off that way a bit, so.

Alfons: …

A: I, for the love of me, could not make any sense of this. It’s the first time I’m feeling something so strange, so what to call this was positively beyond me.

A: But now that you mention it, perhaps it is as you say.

The Alfons in front of me looked like a child who didn’t know what to make of what he was feeling, and seeing that, I couldn’t help but feel slightly worried.

Kate: Do you know why you may be feeling this way?

Alfons: Because of Ring, if I had to say.

A: You were practically spoiling him so much, what could I do other than be by my lonesome and sulk away?

(So, did he kiss me in front of Ring out of spite? But even so…)

Kate: To be clear, I wasn’t spoiling Ring.

Alfons: But you were following him and whatnot, no?

A: I assume you would tire of a lecherous scoundrel like myself and find yourself drawn to someone more pure in disposition, no?

(How to say it… Alfons seems a tad bit… troublesome?)

(…But I also can’t help but think that very side of him is just as endearing as well.)

Kate: The reason I’ve been following Ring, as you say…

K: …is because I wouldn’t like it if he got the wrong idea about you being someone who only relished in other’s reactions.

K: Besides, he did say in the beginning that if anything happened, he would cut them down… and if possible, I would like to avoid a fight that came down to that.

Alfons: …

Kate: And all that aside, weren’t you the one who wanted Ring to come along in the first place?

K: If you didn’t like Ring, you could’ve chosen one of the other two.

Alfons: Darius seems to have a questionable character at best, and Nica looks to be a philanderer. I would want to play with anyone but those two.

Kate: Aside from that, though, were you also thinking I’d get involved with them?

Alfons: Yes, actually, very much so, considering of all people, the one you have fallen in love with was me.

(Urgh, I can’t argue with that…)

Kate: …My feelings won’t ever sway. The only one I’ll ever like is you, Alfons.

K: Besides, you are also the one who made me think of nothing but you, right?

When I tried to clearly make my point so he would believe me, Alfons finally relaxed and gave me a smile.

Alfons: Indeed… then, one last thing.

A: You’re quite drawn to Ring, are you not?

Kate: T-that is…

Alfons: Unfortunately, I am not so easily fooled. I do watch over you closely, after all.

Kate: I won’t deny being a bit drawn to him. But it’s not in any romantic way.

K: What I mean to say is Ring is like a younger brother who is in his rebellious phase… do you not feel that way toward him as well?

K: I see the world with you at its center. And if that’s the case…

K: …then I end up seeing Ring as like a tall younger brother, so I can’t help but want to spoil him, so to speak…

Alfons: ……… [surprised]

Kate: And when he said he had a lot of experience, he was probably lying about that. And so I felt like I couldn’t leave him alone.

Alfons: …Pfft, ahahaha! Now that is something I was not expecting…

A: That said, I do see where you come from. One just cannot help but want to tease someone like him.

Kate: Do go easy on him though, okay?

Alfons: I wiiill.

With that weight off his chest, a refreshing smile played on his lips.

Alfons: Then, how about we do a role play? One where ‘it’s my first time,’ that is.

to be continued…

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

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NOTES:

[1] Alfons could be saying this to Ring, as in sort of implying that it’s unfortunate for Kate to have not chosen Ring.

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wednesday's sister's wedding to xavier? Bet it would be so goth and cute. Enid can be the wedding planner? She would LOVE that

Request: anything with Xavier please. I hate that he won't be in the next season

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I was trying to achieve perfection and put my whole vision into words. I hope you'll enjoy it <3

Warnings: family drama, father/son issues

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‘’I always knew you were going to be the first of our children to marry. Pugsley is more interested in pyromancy than girls, and your dear sister... I tried talking to her about the possibilities of, someday, settling with Enid, but she could have stabbed me with the knives in her eyes.’’

You laughed softly. Classic Wednesday. 

Morticia fixed your veil, looking at you with a proud smile. ‘’You look just like me at your father and I’s wedding.’’ She paused, reminiscing. ‘’We married young too. I knew since the first time we met that he was the one.’’ 

Your dress was hauntingly beautiful — black, of course, with a long train. The kind you would like to be buried in at your funeral. You couldn’t wait to see Xavier’s reaction when he’ll see you. 

You glanced down at the ring on your hand, and sighed. ‘’How long until the ceremony, Mother?’’ you asked, the time seeming to have gotten slower since you woke. You couldn’t wait to get this wedding over with and be married. To — finally — call Xavier your husband. 

The wedding preparations had started very early this morning. Enid had been awake since the crack of dawn, making phone calls, directing people and making sure everything was going accordingly. She was the perfect wedding planner. She used to be part of the Rave’N organizing committee at Nevermore, so you knew your wedding was in good hands. 

‘’Missing the boy already? Ah, young love…’’ Morticia said, catching the longing in your gaze. ‘’Your father and I too had difficulty being apart for the first…decade.’’ 

If only she knew where you had been a couple of hours ago.

Dressed in your black robe and bare faced, you wandered through the secret passages of the Addams manor to meet with your soon-to-be husband. According to most traditions, it was bad luck to see each other before the ceremony on your wedding day, but you and Xavier didn’t care. You knew you'd be together until the grave — and even longer still. 

Since the rise of the dawn, Xavier had been cooped up on the other side of the manor with your father, Pugsley and Mr. Thorpe, who surprisingly made time in his busy schedule to attend. You and Xavier had been both surprised when his RSVP envelope came in, confirming his presence. The man had a tendency of upsetting Xavier, so you asked Thing to look out for him and come to you if anything happened. 

‘’I don’t know how long we have until someone realizes we are missing,’’ you said, looking at Xavier in the glow of your candle light. Even in sweatpants and a tee shirt, he managed to look handsome. 

He leaned down for a kiss, careful not to burn his hair with the candle.  

‘’How are things with your father?’’ 

Xavier pursed his lips, his face crisped. ‘’I'm afraid nothing has changed with my father. He seems more disappointed than ever before because I chose to propose to you without his approval. I think he is more preoccupied by how the media will take the news and how it will affect his image. Because not even his son’s happiness come before his career…’’ 

You took Xavier’s hand, knowing his father’s words had upset him, pulling him out of his head. ‘’If, at any time, you want him to leave, say and I will have him removed. I know he’s your father, but it’s our wedding day. We should spend it with the people we love, not the ones who upset us.’’ 

He forced a smile, not wanting to deal with the public drama of kicking his father out. Although there won’t be press at the wedding, all of the Addams clan was present and he’d rather not embarrass himself in front of his new relatives. ‘’It’ll be fine.’’ 

The ceremony was hauntingly beautiful. Your father shed a tear, and Thing didn’t drop any of the rings on his way to the altar. 

You couldn’t stop staring at Xavier, looking torturously handsome in his dark suit and his hair pulled back — your favorite on him. It made his green eyes stand out.  

Uncle Itt, who was officiating the marriage, motioned for Xavier to speak his vows. 

Xavier pulled a neatly written paper from his pocket, and began reading. He practiced his speech for hours last night — and this morning —, but he was so nervous he was afraid to miss a word. ‘’From the day that I met you, I knew I would follow you to the grave," he began, his eyes flicking up to yours. ‘’We were only seven years old, but I knew our souls were destined to be together. Ten years later, you showed up at Nevermore and my heart fell right into your webs. You became my sanctuary in times of darkness. You saw me at my lowest point yet still gave me your love and your unwavering loyalty. And on this day, with every whispered vow, I surrender my heart to you, my deadly nightshade.’’

The guests were enraptured by his words, his love for you evident in every syllable he uttered. Xavier poured his heart and soul into the words, your eyes gleaming with adoration as you listened. 

Life had not always been kind to him these last years, but your hand remained in his through everything. When he was accused of being the hyde, accused of murdering all these people, you were the only one who believed him when he said he was not the monster. The weight of everything made you doubt if you were doing the right thing by staying with Xavier. Always follow your heart, it’ll put you on the right path, your mother had told you through your crystal ball when you had called her in tears. 

But like at any weddings, something was bound to cause a hint of drama, and, as expected, that thing was Xavier’s father.

Mr. Thorpe had discovered that Xavier had used his mother's ring to propose to you, an Addams. His late wife’s ring, now on the finger of an Addams, was too much for him to bear. He kept his disapproval in check throughout the ceremony, but waited until the end to confront his son, taking him away from the wedding guests to talk of the matter.

You weren’t supposed to hear them, but you happened to be on a walk around the cemetery with your father, saying hello to your ancestors, when you heard a hushed argument by the border of the woods. You exchanged a concerned glance with your father. The Addams were known to start little fights at family events, but you had a gut feeling that you needed to follow the voices. 

‘’—Mom passed it to me. It's for me to decide what I do with it and who I give it to.’’

You recognized Xavier’s voice as you got closer, making you regret dismissing Thing from his spying duty for the rest of the night. 

‘’I bought this ring with my money, Xavier. I don't want an Addams wearing it. It’s a disgrace.’’ 

‘’I’m an Addams too now.’’ 

Hurrying through the cemetery, you reached the border of the woods and stepped in, your father coming right behind you. ‘’Is there a problem here?’’ you asked, your voice steady and clear as your eyes fell on your husband and his father. 

Xavier released a silent breath of relief when he saw you. You were never afraid to speak your mind and stand your ground to his father, always advocating for him when he needed you. 

Mr. Thorpe turned, his face a mix of surprise and indignation. ‘’Leave us. This is a private matter,’’ he snapped, unhappy to have a small crowd around him. 

‘’It’s not a private matter when it involves my wife, father,’’ Xavier said.

You felt spiders in your stomach when he called you that. His wife. 

Gomez stepped forward, his presence imposing. ‘’I heard the way you spoke of my daughter, Mr. Thorpe, and I will not tolerate that. Whether you like it or not, she is your daughter-in-law. She is part of your family…as you and Xavier are of mine.’’

Mr. Thorpe’s eyes narrowed as your father spoke. He didn’t like being called out on his behavior, especially by Gomez Addams, a man he viewed as beneath him. ‘’Your daughter was given a ring that does not belong to her. I simply wish to have it back.’’ 

Instinctively, you hid your hand behind your back. ‘’You speak as if I stole it. Xavier’s mother gave it to him as she was fading. You may have paid for it, but the ring does not belong to you anymore.’’ 

‘’Give it back to me!’’ Mr. Thorpe came at you, but your father intercepted him before he could put a hand on you. 

‘’Not a step closer!’’ 

Xavier rushed over to you, taking your hand — the one with the ring — and holding it close to him. He won’t let his father take it from you. 

Mr. Thorpe opened his mouth to speak but Gomez cut him off, his eyes fixed on him. ‘’I have tried to reason, but I fear you have gone too far now. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Mr. Thorpe. You are disrupting this wedding and I will not allow it. Not on my property!’’ 

He looked stunned by the request, as if he had never been asked to leave a place before. He probably hasn’t. ‘’You can't kick me out! I'm the father of the groom!’’ 

Gomez's expression darken. ‘’I can and I will.’’

Mr. Thorpe turned to his son, begging for his help although he put himself in this situation. ‘’Xavier, you can’t let him kick me out.’’ 

In response, your husband turned his gaze away from his father, his expression tightening. ‘’The Addams have been more of a family to me than you ever were,’’ he said quietly. ‘’I...I don’t need you here.’’

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REUNITED

PAIRINGS: Maria Hill x reader

WORD COUNT: 3468

WARNINGS: smut, exes to enemies to lovers, reuniting, cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, multiple orgasms, angst, mentions of guns/weapons, mentions of killing, begging, praise, body worship, choking, overstimulation, think that’s all!

This is my late b-day gift to my lovely 🌹 anon!! I love you babes and I hope you like this :))

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The door to your apartment was quietly opened and soon shut with the foot of a woman you had been keeping an eye on, Maria Hill. You knew she was out to get you, but you also knew it was because her job made her. You wondered if she got a choice in who she was to assassinate or bring in for questioning, but some part of you hoped she hadn’t gone one.

You two had met years before, before the world turned cruel, before she turned cruel. You went on a few dates, made it official, and then moved in together after months of falling deeper in love. You were falling alright, but she was always there to catch you.

Until she wasn’t.

You had woken up one morning to her frantically packing her luggage. Confusion set deep within you as you hurriedly asked her what was wrong. She only stopped, giving you what you would later realize was your last kiss with tears clouding her vision. She ran off before you could catch her, and that was the last time you had ever seen your girlfriend.

You guessed it was made clear that you were considered exes now, but you still didn’t want to believe it. You weren’t able to go on dates, the voice in your head constantly telling you that you were betraying Maria, that someday she’d come back home. To her true home.

But that day never came, and you were left stranded for years with no contact. She didn’t even send a text goodbye or leave a voicemail, it was like all traces of your relationship together had been erased. So, you tried erasing her from your mind.

Little by little, you were moving on. You went on your first date in years with a lovely woman named Carol, and, God, she was fun. You two had slept together a few times, but that was it so far. Nothing more had happened.

Maria searched your home with a gun raised high, trigger finger ready to pull at any given moment. But in reality, she knew she’d let you kill her before she ever laid a finger on you.

Bedroom, empty. Kitchen, empty. Living room, empty. Bathroom, empty. The only place she saw that was left was the balcony. And there you were, a small glass of wine in your hand and a gun in the other.

“Hello, darling.” The gun was pointed directly at your head and, even if she was supposed to, she couldn’t bring herself to press down on the trigger and end your life so easily. She didn’t understand, she’s done this before. Many times in fact. But with you, with you, there was a past that was pushing the item in her hand down.

She placed the weapon in her gun holder on her thigh. You finally turned to look at her, the love you once held for her being nearly invisible in your eyes.

“You realize this is loaded, right?”

“And so is mine.”

“You just put yours away.”

“And so did you.” You didn’t notice how you subconsciously tucked your weapon into your side between you and the chair. You sighed, taking a swig of your drink and wincing as it traveled down your throat.

She hesitantly stepped forward, gulping nervously. She had never been so fearful, not even when she was almost killed, but seeing the person she still loved so passionately knowing she’d have to come home with you in a body bag was the scariest thing.

“I’m not going to bite, Maria.” You said. “That is unless you still like it when I do that.” The word ‘still’ made her breath stop for a moment. She had apologies speeches ready, and before she could open her mouth, you stopped her, holding a hand up and shaking your head.

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it.” The two of you stood awkwardly in silence. She debated if she should’ve left, but she didn’t want that. And besides, her mission wasn’t over until you were dead.

“Have a seat, I’m assuming you won’t be leaving for a while.” She did so, sitting on the oddly comfortable chair next to you. They were different than the ones you had before, these actually had cushions. The sudden reminder of what it all used to be made her throat clench in an attempt to hide her cries.

“Save it doesn’t mean you can’t speak, you know.” She nodded, not taking her eyes off of you for one moment. You were still as beautiful as ever, possibly even more beautiful. She didn’t believe that could happen but somehow it did.

“So, uhm, what have you been up to?” You looked at her with raised brows and she sighed, looking down at her fingers that had been ruined from her biting them constantly. You always stopped her from her bad habit, but after she left you, she fell back into everything she had learned not to do.

“Sorry. But really, how are you?” You took a deep breath, sucking in the cool air of late-night Paris.

“Well, besides multiple people wanting me dead and sending an assassin after me, I’m doing splendid.” Your comedic side was still there even after all these years, she had to admit it was her favorite thing about you. You could always turn any situation from depressing to joyful.

“And you?”

“I…I’m fine. Yeah, I guess you could say so.” You hummed as you poured the wine into yours and her glass. You were already expecting her, so you thought you’d save a glass. The silence from earlier returned and Maria couldn’t deny the emptiness to it. Before, silence was welcomed by you two, it never felt like you had to fill it. But now, it just wasn’t the same.

“Why’d you take the job?” Maria’s head shot to look at you as you handed her the glass, still looking out to the sky with dying stars filling it. And she swore the crescent moon shined against your face magically.

“What?”

“I figured that the reason you left me was because of the job. So, why did you take it?” Clearly, you didn’t have the full picture, the full understanding. Because if Maria had a choice, she would’ve never left the comfort of your arms that day.

“I didn’t have a choice, Y/N, you have to understand that.”

“I don’t have to do anything, Maria.” You shot back. You crossed your leg over the other as she squirmed in her seat.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke, receiving furrowed brows from you. When you didn’t speak up, she took that as her chance to finish what she was going to say.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. And I’m sorry for not telling you why until now.”

“You still haven’t really told me why, only that you didn’t have a choice.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair as you chuckled.

“I’m joking. I get it, there are things that you need to put first, and in that case, I couldn’t be one of them.” She gave you a look of confusion, quickly rushing to her feet in front of you.

“Y/N, you were and always will be so important to me, much more important than my damn job.” You refused to make eye contact with her, knowing that if you did, you’d be doing much worse than just talking.

“Then why? If I was somehow more important than your job, then why did you leave like it was nothing? No warning, no goodbye, no tears, no nothing. You left me like I meant nothing to you, and you left me alone. I had no one.” She bit her lip to suppress anything from coming out. Instead of speaking, she rested her head on your hands that were held in her own. She was kneeling by now, waiting for you to take the lead in the conversation.

“I didn’t stop loving you, Mar, and I don’t think I ever will.” She shot her head up, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of lies but there was none.

“You- you still love me?” You shrugged shamelessly. You were guessing she had easily gotten over you or replaced you, but you didn’t know how much of an effect you had on her. She was almost more damaged than you were.

“Y/N, I...I love you so much. Not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought of you, where my heart hasn’t ached for you. If I could’ve, I would’ve stayed with you that morning, and I would’ve kept my promise of making you the happiest girl alive.”

“All I needed to be happy was you, all I ever wanted was you.” She nodded in understanding, taking in your pain. She already held enough, but she wanted more than anything to understand how you felt.

“I know, I know. But we can do this! I will do anything for you, my love, anything. Can we- can we try again?” You shook your head as you lowered it, wiping your cheeks until she took over for you.

“Please? I’ve been going insane with you, every day I wish I could go back and somehow change it but I know I can’t. So, please, let me make it up to you.” You took a moment before finally agreeing, receiving a warm and grateful smile from Maria.

“What about your job?”

“We can run away, they’ll never know where I am. I’m supposed to return with you…dead, but they don’t need to know if you aren’t.” She tried convincing, and even if you knew there was much planning to be put into something as dangerous and idiotic as this, you couldn’t help but nod along. She grasped your cheeks in her hands and pulled you in close, trying to force her lips on yours which you gladly accepted.

“God, I missed your lips.” She mumbled before crashing herself back onto you. It wasn’t slow and sensual, more fast and excited. You were both desperate to touch each other once again, it had been so long since you’d been touched. Even with Carol, you thought of Maria, no matter how many orgasms she got out of you.

And even though to any other it may have looked like any ordinary hookup, there was a sense of love and longing behind each second of it.

Her hands cupped your breasts as they slid across your nightgown. It may have been chilly, but the goosebumps on your skin weren’t from the cold.

While one hand stayed in place the other trailed down your body and found its way past your clothing barrier. Her fingers were walking up your thighs as you, without thought, opened your legs enough for her to fit.

“Should we move this inside?” She asked, the fear that someone would see you two overtaking her. Nobody was allowed to see your body but her, especially like this.

“No one will see us, Mar,” you whined out her name when her thumb brushed over your clit. She groaned.

“Mm, I want you to say my name like that again." She had you lift your hips so she could lift the little bit of clothing you had on. The cold air hit your bare skin and left you with a shiver going down your body. Her hot breath tickled your cunt and you couldn’t stop the pleas falling from your lips.

“Please. Please, Mar, I need you.” She groaned when you repeated the name like she asked. There was nothing she loved more than hearing your voice, and when you were moaning it? It was even better.

“Aren’t you a desperate little girl, huh?”

“Fuck, just touch me already! Just - do something!" She smirked to herself before wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking the swollen bud in her mouth. Your thighs clenched shut and she tried grasping them but your hold was too strong.

“C’mon, baby, spread your legs for me, I want a taste.” You tried doing as she said but instantly threw your head back when her fingers were able to tease your hole. It wasn’t long until one of her digits slipped inside of you, trying to stretch you out for another.

“You’re absolutely adorable, darlin'.’” She moaned out, the vibrations rushing through you and causing a tingling sensation.

“So wet already. Tell me, have you thought about this moment?” She already knew the answer, but she just wanted to hear you say it. Her ring finger slowly eased into you and joined the other, causing you to gasp and rush out your answer.

“Y-yes!”

“Mhm, and when that Carol girl fucked you, were you still thinking about me?” You would’ve asked her how she knew about Carol if you cared enough, but with the way she was touching you, you couldn’t give two shits. You guessed it was the fact that she had to hunt you down for a few months and get intel before going after you. You wished she would’ve intervened then, taking the blonde's spot and fucking you roughly with her strap. You wondered if she had been with another woman in the time she left, the thought brought a surge of jealousy to flow through your veins.

“Mhm, haven’t stopped thinking of you. Whenever she’d- whenever she’d touch me, I’d try my best not to moan your name.” Your clit was practically pulsing when she pulled away to speak.

“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?" You nodded and felt her hands gripping your thighs. Her nails were digging into your skin and causing red lines to form.

“I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me.” She instantly felt your juices pouring into her awaiting mouth and soaking her fingers. She licked up every last drop, determined not to let any go to waste.

“You’re still as good as I remember.” You breathlessly spoke, giving her a sly grin that she returned. She suddenly stood up, towering over you and pulling you off of the chair. She conjoined her lips with yours and you could taste yourself on her mouth.

“I wanna feel you.” She mumbled, ripping off her shirt and undoing the belt around her hips. You bit your lip and lifted your nightgown over your head, leaving you completely bare. You were lucky you were on a higher level, or else anybody could’ve seen you stark naked and Maria halfway to your current state.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” You blushed at her words and helped her remove her bra, your heart skipping a beat when you saw her just as bare as you.

“Lay down, baby.” You did as told and sat on the cold marble of the balcony, watching as she joined you. She spread your legs gently and lifted one of her own over yours, the other resting underneath your neglected one.

You felt her dripping wet heat press against yours and shared a deep moan, holding onto her shoulders as she quickly kissed your hand for comfort.

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” She slowly started moving her hips in a rhythm, hearing your whines that only made her quicken. She was already close with her abuse of your cunt, so she knew she wouldn’t be lasting long. You were still recovering from your orgasm so you were just as close as her.

"I'm not sharing you with anybody. You're mine, and mine only, I'm going to make you remember that.” She said, gripping your jaw as you nodded along with her. She scoffed and removed her hand, moving it to your neck as she choked you. Her rings were still adorning her long fingers and you could feel the coldness of them pressing against your skin.

"My god, you're so gorgeous like this." She remarked, watching as her clit clashed against yours.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, baby." She gritted through clenched teeth as her head rolled back. Her eyes fluttered open and she was able to see the bright stars shining down on you two.

Suddenly, she heard a whispered please fall from your lips along with the interruption of your whines.

“I- I wanna hear you beg for it.” You were biting your lip hard to suppress your sounds, but that quickly got ruined by her thumb dragging your lower lip down.

“I want to hear you, now fucking beg for me.”

“I- please, please I’ll do anything just- fuck, I need to cum. I wanna make a mess of you, and I want to feel you cum with me. I don’t think I can hold back much longer, Mar.” She smiled in victory while her slit continued to rock against yours. She was going faster now, and you could barely keep up with her pace.

"Do I turn you on that much?"

"You don't even fucking know." She moved down to your ear and whispered approval and almost instantly she felt your juices coating her skin. Her hand only tightened around your neck as she rocked against your body, chasing her awaiting orgasm. You didn’t even have time to calm down as she was going at an unbelievably fast and rough pace.

"Who would ever think such a sweet girl like you could be such a slut?” Her head was still rested on your shoulder, her nostrils immediately being filled with the smell of your perfume. She was sucking on the skin harshly and you could tell there would be marks tomorrow, you just hoped she stayed long enough to be able to see them.

"F-fuck. I don't think I'll last long if you keep on doing that.” You whimpered out. Even if you were sore and overstimulated, you still needed more. You were desperate for more, you just needed her all over you.

"I don't think I've ever wanted someone more than I want you." She spoke, her mouth returning to your neck the second she finished. They then moved to your chest, leaving hickeys all over your breasts.

"Oh, sensitive there, aren't we?" She said when you tried removing her from your aching nipples. Truth be told, they were only sore because of your torture on them the night before, once again being brought over the edge with the thought of her. Now, you had her.

"Do you know how much I love to see you like this?"

“Maria, I- I’m not going to last long.” You warned, each word being labored with a thrust that had you stuttering.

“Me neither, baby. I’m gonna- fuck, I’m gonna cum. I- I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you cum with me, Y/N.” She choked out, her juices mixing with your own as she released all over you. The second she finished speaking she was done for. You just looked so perfect, so pretty.

“Yeah, that’s it. You get me so fucking wet, darlin'.’” Her mouth fell open as she went to wrap her arms around your waist, anything to feel you even closer. She lazily drew herself back and forth on top of you as she came down from her orgasm. It felt so good, she hasn’t cum that hard since the last night she was with you. It had been so long, too long.

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine, so I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine, Y/N. Only mine. Not Carol’s, not all the girls you’ve been seeing to try and get over me, just me.”

“Just yours.” She smiled before finally leaning up, apologizing when you gasped at the small contact your sensitive cunt got.

“You’re already so sensitive, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to pull more out of you.” You shook your head quickly when she got up, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on. She stopped in her tracks when seeing your quick antics on making her stop.

“What’s that, love? I couldn’t hear you with all that pathetic whining you keep doing.” You stood up on shaky legs and, with just one look, she knew exactly what you wanted. You guided her back into the house where you sat on the bed, your knees at your chest as your arms held you up. You gave her your best puppy dog eyes and in a matter of seconds she was already on top of you, pushing you to lay down on the mattress.

“I’m gonna fuck you properly this time. And I’m not going to stop until all you can remember is my name.” You’d worry about your plans and getaway after, but right now you were too busy with her fingers buried deep inside of you.

[satoruxx]

here's a quick sneak peek from my upcoming wip just bc it's satoru's birthday and i don't have anything else prepared <3

gojo satoru x fem!reader

satoru lets his eyes roam over the gilded tables and sparkling chandeliers, all but used to the glamor of dances and other events he's been overseeing the past few years. even though he's supposed to stay out of the fray, attached to the wall where fellow guards remained stationed for an imminent emergency, satoru enjoys events like this.

he doesn't care for the noise, or the gross display of wealth, or the gossiping nobles and high elders. but he likes seeing you.

he likes seeing the pretty dresses you wear and how you seem to glow under the lighting of the candles. he likes seeing the flush settling high in your cheeks as you laugh with your friends. he likes seeing you against the backdrop of splendor because you're a vision just on your own.

he'd been watching over you at these events for a few years now, ever since he was thirteen and your father appointed him as your royal guard. he knew the routine well enough—you'd greet your friends and the other nobles with polite bows, then make rounds with your mother, followed by a customary dance with your father. then you'd be left to your own devices, free to enjoy the event as a young princess with barely a weight on her shoulders. his favorite part was when you'd eye the kitchen staff bringing in food—somedays you'd sneak him a piece of tart, and he'd stand against the wall, hand resting on the hilt of his blade as he bites back a smile bursting with flavor.

that was a few years ago. satoru didn't realize that the older you got, the more things would change. he'd changed too, of course, no longer the young boy barely nine years old who sat in front of you with hunched shoulders. now, he's grown, almost eighteen as his bones elongate and features become more sharp. he'd heard a few of the maids whispering about how handsome he'd turned out to be, and he stood in front of your bedchamber with his chest puffed out and chin held high. handsome enough for a princess?, he wanted to ask—but he figured that would get him into trouble.

but with his coming of age, yours followed. you're still only about sixteen, but satoru thinks you've grown to be quite pretty. in some ways you've changed, and yet in some ways you're exactly the same—still sweet and kind like you were the day he first met you. he figured he'd be the only one who'd notice though.

but being sixteen meant that you were now supposed to be shown to other eyes—other lanky princes and sons of high nobles who followed you around the ballroom asking for a dance. one night, when satoru was standing guard outside your door, he heard you whining to your mother.

"i just don't understand why," you had said, voice miserable in a way that satoru could easily pick out. your mother sighs complacently.

"because it is your responsibility," she replies, voice aged with years of experience. "courting is something that every princess must go through once they are older. it's your turn now."

"but what if i don't like any of the other noble boys?"

satoru doesn't hear the answer, but he spends the rest of the night with a too tight grip on the hilt of his blade.

[trillscienceofficer]

I made myself rewatch “Blood Fever” and, in the spirit of analyzing all the times B'Elanna was under the influence of alien crap as the only times in which she shows overt interest in men, this dialogue really caught my attention:

Tom: Sorry. Try to stay calm. I know it's hard. B'Elanna: You don't know anything. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin. I need to do something. I can't take this. (She pushes Paris to the ground and straddles him. He pushes her off.) B'Elanna: You've never been hard to get, Tom. Tom: Well, I'm making an exception. I can't let you do this. B'Elanna: Oh, I'll bet you wish you could. All those invitations to dinner. And on the holodeck, the way you would stare at me when you thought I wasn't looking, and get jealous when I'm with someone else. You can't tell me you're not interested in me. Tom: You're right. I can't. B'Elanna Then don't push me away. Tom: Oh, believe me, I'd like to, but I know this isn't really you. You've made it clear that you're not interested, and I have to accept that's how you feel, even now. B'Elanna: No. No, it isn't. I was, I was just afraid to admit it. You see, I've wanted this for so long. (She kisses him.) B'Elanna Just let it happen. (More kisses.) Tom: I hope someday you'll say that to me and mean it.

So obviously this is B'Elanna almost at the end of her rope (the way she says that she feel like she's crawling out of her skin...) and the whole talk she gives about how she's seen the way Tom acts towards her is undoubtedly an act of desperation. B'Elanna is trying to wear his ethical concerns thin by pointing out that she knows what he's been doing, she's aware of his interest in her, so he could give in to his desires and have sex with her. Also obviously, that's fucked up!

But what I find most interesting in this scene is the fact that B'Elanna can explain so vividly how she knows Tom is attracted to her (the part I highlighted in purple), even in her state. She can recall precisely the instances in which she has observed Tom's interest. Now compare it with how she tries to talk about her own feelings towards Tom (in orange). It's much more perfunctory, a convenient explanation rather than a precise description of when and how her attraction developed. Even Tom seems rather unconvinced by the ‘I was afraid to admit it’ explanation, in addition to his obvious worry about her current state.

Now, I'm aware that B'Elanna is actually afraid of admitting any kind of feeling because she's so scared of letting go and letting people see her whole self, something Tom also points out to her at the end of the episode. So it is certainly a good interpretation to see B'Elanna's previous rejection of Tom as her being simply afraid of getting too close, especially to a human who might not be able to ‘handle her Klingon side’ just like her father wasn't able to deal with her mother and her (ie, afraid she'll be at the receiving end of more racial harassment).

Yet, I keep returning to the fact that B'Elanna was so precise when describing Tom's attraction to her but not vice-versa. I realize that in general women find it difficult to untangle their attraction to men from the attention they get from men. The latter is usually a strong component of the former for many women, and learning to separate the two things is often a long and difficult process. This is, I believe, part and parcel of the reality of living in a sexist society. With this perspective it's not surprising, imho, that B'Elanna finds it much easier to tell Tom about the way she's noticed his attention on her, rather than make a convincing case for her own feelings, even thinking of B'Elanna as completely straight.

But, but. As I've said at the beginning of this post, “Blood Fever” is part of a trend where B'Elanna is shown being attracted to men when under the influence of alien weirdness (the other episodes where this happens are “Persistence of Vision”, “Remember” and “Scientific Method”). It's probably the most obvious example of the whole trend, actually. The ‘sex pollen’ that makes B'Elanna act so irrationally is a strange offshoot of the Vulcan Pon Farr, something she only caught because Vorik (also not in his right mind) attacked her. (I think it's particularly fraught that all this is happening to her because she was essentially assaulted!!) And the dialogue above is so revealing to me, in the context of this trend—she knows of Tom's attraction to her, she's known for a long a time, but when it comes to her own desires her thoughts are much more nebulous and vague.

And it's not just in that particular scene I quoted, either. For example, earlier in the episode she bites Tom, but she doesn't seem super sure of why she did that (because again, she is not thinking very clearly):

Tom: [...] If I remember my Klingon customs, biting someone on the face means... B'Elanna: I know what it means. All right, so maybe I do feel something, some kind of instinct. What am I supposed to do about it?

And when pressed, she defaults to old Klingon wisdom:

Tom: B'Elanna, stop it! This isn't about the gun. This is about sex. But that's not gonna happen right now. B'Elanna: I think it is. See, I have picked up your scent, Tom. I've tasted your blood.

Part of it is Trek being always super weird about Klingon sex (this episode is certainly a prime example of that weirdness), and not having anything to say about it except for formulaic references. But also, taken all together, it's clear that B'Elanna is going through the motions of (Klingon) heterosexual practices because she has no other recourse, and Tom is just conveniently there, and conveniently already interested in her.

I think Tom calling her out on her pretense is already an obvious indicator that we shouldn't be taking what B'Elanna says of her own feelings at face value, but I would go even further and say that the way she acts is also hardly revealing of ‘true feelings’, much like her dreams in “Remember” were not her own. I'd say that seeing this episode as another example of B'Elanna being closeted is in fact just as viable an interpretation as the one that the episode puts forward (her being afraid of getting close to Tom); the two things aren't even mutually exclusive, in fact.

I've said before that the way Voyager puts B'Elanna in these situations where she has little to no control is an attempt to break her open and have her finally admit her feelings, because she's generally so closed off. So I'm aware of the narrative devices at play here. And yet, when these devices are being used so consistently when it comes to her relationship to Tom, I think it's interesting to look into it more deeply. B'Elanna and Tom were already playfully bickering and flirting even before “Blood Fever”, but it's only afterwards that it becomes really overt. I think part of it is because B'Elanna is now sure that he's interested in her (he admitted it to her), and he's shown himself to be a honorable man. It is honest attention; it's safe to reciprocate, and he won't take advantage of her. Yet the only way she's able to confess any feelings to him it's in the moments right before certain death in “Day of Honor”—her ambivalence never ceases to be there. It's even present all the way up to “Scientific Method”, where yet another instance of alien interference finally lets (?) her enjoy being close to Tom.

Again, I don't think it's at all a stretch to interpret all of this from the lens of a closeted B'Elanna—and “Blood Fever” unwittingly brings another argument in its favor, by having B'Elanna so clearly aware of Tom's feelings but not her own towards him.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

your strongest potions, shopkeeper! - blue lock

summary; in which you (the reader, not y/n) learn of the tales of rafta

genre/extra tags; scenarios?, heavily inspired by potionomics (great game), characters as potionomics characters, fluff, comedy, modern fantasy au (technically), lots of potionomics references and fantasy talk, y/n a little stupid but it's fine.

a/n; hi, i've been playing potionomics nonstop lately and it's been on my mind and I already miss my silly baptiste. he's so babygirl. and naturally, why not smush my current interests together now since I got the idea in my mind already. i wont be discussing all the characters in the game and matching them with bllk boys unfortunately as im having a hard time wondering who would be who. tbh, a lot of them could probably apply to one character KHDJDKDJ

the ingredient merchant is a teasing one. he's dry, calculating, and more than willing to add fuel to a fire during a heated conversation. but he would never do that with you. but he does live to tease you with his dry remarks and his smug grin. but he's the one who helps supply your potion ingredients, though. you don’t really know how... but you decide not to question it.

karasu tabito is a clairvoyant. he has his large all-seeing orb, which he's told you that it's how he finds all his connections to get all these ingredients. and then he's got his little chest mimic. maybe not that little.. it's bigger than a chair. and he can sit on it like a large ottoman.

he's kind of mysterious despite being one of your first friends you've made in rafta. he doesn't talk a lot of his past, and he appreciates that you don't press hard about it.

he's probably been by your side since the start, watching your growth to defeat the competition in the potion-making industry.

you fell for him first, but he totally fell harder.

"you know i've been getting a lot of visions of a person lately. from my orb." he started. "i see your...stupid face in them." he looks away from you, the large brim of his warlock hat covering the subtle blush on his cheeks. he curls in on himself slightly, resting against his floating all-seeing orb. "you.. see me? wait, does that mean i'm gonna die soon?!" you panic, flinching back at the possible implications of him seeing you in his visions. "god, you're such an idiot. i mean, yeah, we all die someday, but this.. is different. it means.. that i like you." he grumbled. "so, what are you gonna do about it?" "hm.. can i kiss you then?"

the guild master is a man of the people... despite being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. he means well. he strives to make the blue lock guild thrive! he wants to support the amazing adventurers who supply and give their recent monster loot to the potion makers who keep them alive with their adventure commissions. but it's been hard for him, really. he's been so disconnected from the normal life that he doesn't understand low class or middle-class struggles as well as most would.

mikage reo is a man who wishes to experience what most people already have. he's sick of the cushy rich life of having everything (though his mother still sends him a care package of out-of-your-budget hair care). he's a sight for sore eyes, catching plenty of attention from anyone and everyone. he's a gentleman whilst being a little.. passionate (is passionate the right word?) about his experiences and his goal to improve the guild to its rightful peak. he's also the announcer for the potion contests in rafta! he's never biased in those. i promise. (/gen)

like how he's watched you grow to be a masterwork potion maker, you've watched slowly shed free of his insecurities of the past and worrying over not being a great guild master.

he's sweet, a little eccentric, and more than an open book than he realizes. he's loyal to his goal even if the seasoned adventurers give him side eye about his past and lack of proper qualifications to handle a guild.

you fell for each other just as hard as the other.

"lately, i've been going through quite a lot as i learn how to navigate this new life. it's been stormy skies and rough seas..." he said with a sad smile, but it turns into something more softer and happier, "but you've been there for me and had so much faith in my plans." "some days i want nothing more than to go back to luxury. to relax and be free from work." he said with an annoyed frown. "luxury and riches are nice." you nodded. "but you helped me and showed me things i have never experienced." he smiled brightly. "and for that, i found myself falling for you." he pulls out a bright red rose, handing it to you. "do you want to hear the love my heart has to offer to you?" you gently take the rose with your fingertips, "i already hear it loud and clear."

the excitable new hero that was part of the guild was a fun one! he was a hero enthusiast, wanting to become a hero himself because of it. and he made it all the way to rafta! and now he helps gather new ingredients for you, ready for any dangerous adventure. he's absolutely an excited puppy. he loves doing anything as long as it was adventurous! sometimes if he was feeling really crazy, he would try the flavor of the day in the local ice cream parlor. (he cried the day he got his least favorite flavor, mozuku)

he's been kind of hung up on wanting a trophy or large weapon. so many heroes had them, so he should get one! he has to be a great hero after all! but in your eyes, he was already rather great at what he did. he's swifter than a bee and stung like one too. he seemed to have this innate talent for fighting and being adventurous. he just didn't seem to believe it when he was surrounded by hero legends or higher ranked heroes.

he's been your most supportive customer, often visited for plenty of potions or maybe a quick large order. sometimes he gives you a discount for his commissioned work out on the field.

you didn't fall for him at least, but boy, did he fall for you hard.

"it's silly, wanting to have a trophy or weapon to show off for your success." he said softly. "but i really did want one. i wanted to show that i was a great hero, you know?" he laughed sheepishly. "you might not have found one, but you really did prove yourself along the way. you're pretty high ranked, aren't you?" "yeah, it just feels weird to not have anything to show for it.." he smiled wistfully before it melts into a softer grin. "but hearing you say that i proved myself, it makes me feel so much better!" he groaned childishly, "but still! believing in yourself is hard." "well, it's easy for me to believe in you. it's probably the easiest thing i could do." he goes quiet, looking at you with adoration before blurting out, "can i kiss you?"

the succubus currently living in your literal hell of a basement is certainly a character. you had beat him in the potion-making competition and he outed himself as a demon. which wasn't much of a shocker to you, considering his less than savory scams he did with his potions. but even so, he was considerably skilled in charms and illusions more than potions. he just needed some cash.

but now that he's lost, he had found solace in your unfinished cave basement.. that had a whole river of lava running through?! you curse your uncle ego for having such an odd home that's left for you to handle. so, you unwillingly take in the damn demon before he runs amok ruining other poor souls. he's charming. you'll give him that much. he often sells you illusions and charms that would help your potions sell better. and he even gives you some pointers on how to charm the customers into letting their guard down for a great profit. he's been looking for a place to belong in a while, and your home seems to fit that bill as much as he hates to admit. he's rowdy, flirty, invasive, most things that you don't really want to have around (especially since he unsealed the magic barrier that was keeping you safe from the heat of the lava).

but overtime, you seem to find yourself liking the odd presence of him. or maybe he had unintentionally put a charm on you. you may never know.

you fell first, he fell right after.

"you know i really saw you as a threat to my business and all." he said. "it really wasn't love at first sight." he laughed. "but you're still you, even after all your big decisions to change. still the same wrecking ball that crashed into my shop and right into my basement." "i was petty about a lot of things for a long time. many many years probably. when my own home got destroyed. i was just surviving to the next day." he said, frowning slightly. "but i changed. i changed to find my way to you." "now, you're thriving." "i really am thriving. and now, whatever i decide to do with my life. i want you by my side." "i want that too." "then show me, dear."

[tecnestheim962]

I just had. A Thought. A thought that I might someday turn into a fanfic that I maybe someday will finish that I could possibly one day post.

What if. In one of Oscar's merge episodes, like the one in the epilogue when it fades to black. He gets visions of the ever after.

What if. All this time, he's been seeing bits and pieces of their journey during these attacks. And in that specific one. With the grave in the background. He watches the tea party. He watches what happens to Ruby. How she's slowly falling apart. And he's forced to watch. As she chooses to end it all. How the light he admired in those eyes flickered and died. Hears the words she says to little in the forest. Hears what the illusions say to her. Forced to watch it all happen. He tries to call out. Tries to help. Watches as Ozpin is hitting her with a cane. Snaps at the same moment she does. Then he makes eye contact with her. He thought it was just a vision, but the way she was looking at him was so real. Then he sees himself fall, realizing it was just an illusion of himself. Then watches the cat betray her. Watches the little mouse friend, so much like her in determination and bright spirits, get heartlessly killed. Tries to stop Ruby from drinking the tea. Grasping desperately at her but hands going through. The mirrors that reflected the light of her soul had shattered. And he watched her choose to stop fighting. To stop living. Watches his symbol of certainty and hope die by her own hands.

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I've been thinking about this all day. Send emotional support immediately please. Have them inscribe on my gravestone, "here lies tecnestheim. Died as lived. Screaming about Rosegarden into the void."

[reve-de-sang]

for @vamptember, Sept. 15: ghosts. A fantasy season 2 fix-it in which Lestat intercepts Louis not long after Louis and Claudia arrive in Paris. Louis doesn't initially realize it's not his vision. Or that his grieving wasn't fully about absence.

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Looking down into Lestat’s eyes was mesmerizing. It was like being hit with the full blast of an orchestra after years of listening to a half-broken music box. Conversation died. They stared at each other for an endless span of time, emotion cresting and waning, cresting again.

Louis felt them become a we.

Louis was certain he could feel Lestat’s pulse in his fingertips against Louis’s inner wrist, and calmed as he felt their heartbeats come into sync. The finality and rightness. Why shouldn’t he accept this worst version of himself, finally. He was so seen by Lestat. He wanted the chance to see all of Lestat in return—what had been hidden, and what he had rejected. Why not—

Louis gently twisted his right hand to lace his fingers into Lestat’s. “…I missed you,” Louis whispered brokenly.

“You missed me?”

“Every day. I missed you every day. I saw you everywhere. You wanted me dead. For a while.”

“Never, Louis. I never wanted that.”

“Okay. Sure,” Louis choked in a quiet breath. He was determined not to break down.

“I missed you every day as well,” Lestat whispered, stroking his thumb over Louis’s in their clasped hands, kissing Louis’s knuckles worshipfully. “Your shade was my inconstant companion. Terrible things, you said to me. I deserved them. You told me I should go into the sun,” Louis pulled his wrist free of Lestat to cradle his cheek in his hand. The rasp of his stubble against his palm was electric. “But we decided we had to wait and be in New Orleans in case the two of you ever came back someday.”

“We weren’t never comin’ back, Lestat,” Louis croaked; a tear streaked his cheek.

“I know. But I will always wait for you.”

(fic here)

[levirgil420]

It terrified me (Ryusui Nanami x GN reader fluff)

Request: Nope

Pairing: Ryusui Nanami x GN reader fluff

Synopsys: Being sick because you overworked yourself is not what you had in mind for today but it brings something very nice too with a certain captain.

Tw: angsty, bit of hust comfort, talk about being sick but nothing bad

Note: My phone died during my holiday and I bought a notebook to write this so I know that it's not the best. I hope you will like it :) I love Dr. Stone and the new season was amazing, can't wait for the next one !!

Ryusui never felt fear, he was the greediest man alive ! Why does he need to feel fear ? Even during the petrification, he was not afraid for his futur. But he met you and he fall hard. When Senku and the other "woke" him up and his eyes met yours...Ryusui knew he desires you.

Before the petrification, you were a student in marine biology and you were friend with Senku, Taiju and Yuzuhira. After your depetrification, you tried your best to help everyone with your science and knowledge. But you missed studying what you love so when the decision to build a ship was made, you were more than thrilled to start the constuction. You too, when Ryusui was depetrified, find him attractive rapidly after your eyes contact.

With his passion for sailling and yours for marine biology, the txo of you bounded quickly and in between your stories in the sea and helping Senku with the ship, everyone notice the simple flirt with each other.

You liked Ryusui and was not a surprise when you realized it. Maybe he was the greediest man but he was kind (especially with Suika), always wanted to help and Ryusui was determided thanks to his desire for everythings (plus he was handsome which didn't help your crush on him).

But builiding the ship was more important so you put mind and body literally on it to distract yourself. You redoubled your efforts and worked even harder when the sonar was ready to be used making you forget sometimes to eat or sleep. Senku was a little bit concerned for your health: being sick in the Stone World was not easy even with the sulfa drug. After a sort of little talk and a lot of apology from you, things became normal again. However, a few weeks later, you started again, neglejecting your health with too much work. Your skin your skin looked paler and paler and your eyebags became more visible. Ryusui was worried sick for you and was always here asking you if you were okay but you always brushed it off by saying thats it's just a cold, that it wil pass and to not worry about you.

Somedays later, you were with Taiju and Suika picking up plants and fruits, you knew it was not a good idea with your blurry vision and your tiredness but like always, you wanted to help. The sun was high and you felt weird

Suika: Are you okay Y/n ? You seem a bit lost...

Y/n: Yeah don't worry, I'm fin-

Suddenly a light headed feeling came over you and your vision worsened.

Suika: Y/n ?

Y/n: Don't worry, I just need a break, the heat's not helping.

Your head began to hurt really badly and the dizzy feeling wouldn't go away. Suika was worried now and before she could call Taiju, you fainted. Taiju, who heard the sound of your fall, ran over your uncunscious body and tried to "woke you up".

Taiju: Y/n ! Y/N !!

*in the Ishigami village*

Taiju: SENKUU !!

Everyone in the village turned their heads when they heard the panicked scream of their friend. Taiju were carrying you bridal style ,with Suika who were crying not far behind and ran quickly toward his geen haired friend. Senku was with the others Wise Commanders talking about all their unfinished tasks when Taiju arrived in front of them in a hurry with you in his arms, still uncunscious. Every eyes widened seeing in what state you were and quickly went over him.

Gen: What happened ?

Taiju: I don't know! They were with Suika and then they were on the floor unresponsive !

Suika arrived with Kohaku and after taking breathes to calm herself, she began telling what happened with a little bit more details.

Senku: Bring them to the laboratory. Now.

All of your friends followed Taiju toward the labo where he laid you on the bed and left you with Senku's science.

However, one person didn't follow, Ryusui couldn't move or speak, allof his body was shaking and his mind was blank. The only thing he could see was you, unresponsive and unconscious in the arms of Taiju...A shiver rolled down his spine and he knex: Ryusui never felt fear until now. The tought of loosing you terrified him and he hated it...He was so lost in his mind that he didn't feel Francois's presence and Suika taking his hand until she squeezd it.

Suika: Don't worry, the will be fine...They said in themsleves.

Francois: I have to agree with Miss Suika. Y/n is strong and it's not that that will stop them to follow their dream of navigation.

It gave him a little bit of hope and Ryusui squeezed back Suika's embrace and nodded to his chef.

Ryusui: Yeah, thank you.

Suika gave him a kind smile before she let him go to the lab with the others

Chrome: So it's not like Ruru's illness ? Because if it is, we need to give them the medecine.

Senku: No need. They just have an high fever because they overworked themselves. Y/n need to rest , take more care of their health and stop overso everything idiot.

Kohaku: So they will be fine ?

Senku: Didn't you listen Lioness ? Yes they're going to be fine.

Kohaku: I'm not a lioness !!

Gen: Okay, maybe we need to leave dear Y/n rest but leaving them alone might be not a great idea...What if their condition worsens ? Someone need to be with them.

Every person in the room knew what Gen was doing and decided to play along.

Chrome: Yeah good idea but with Senku we need to do some...science stuffs.

Chrome's acting was not the best and they all knew that. So they all gave one by one arguments and reasons to why they can't watch you to cover it.

Gen: And you dear Ryusui ? You're the only one who is not occupied. You could be with Y/n !

Everyone nodded their heads before hurrying out, leaving Ryusui and you alone without him saying anything. He was not dumb, knowing the mentalist, Gen saw right through him and knew about the desire he has for you. Ryusui sighed with a smilebefore entering more in the lab to take care of you the best he can.

*Night time*

Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the small light of a candle. You tried to get yourself into a sitting position but stopped quickly and laid down again immediately because of a terrible headache. You let out a grunt of pain before bringing your hand on your forehead.

Ryusui: Y/n ! You're finally awake ! How are you feeling ? Do you need anything?

You didn't know at first that Ryusui was there with you, to lost to even know were you where...Closing you eyes again, you turn your head to face him and open them to see a soft but worried smile on his face.

Y/n: What happened? Why I am in the lab ?

Ryusui: Well, you overworked yourself to the point of sickness and exhaustion so when you were with Taiju and Suika picking up plants, you fainted and Taiju took you here.

You let the information sunk in your head,making a note to yourself to thanks Taiju and Suika tomorrow.

Y/n: And why are you here ? Not that I don't appreciate it ! But Senku or maybe Chrome would have been the one I expect when I wake up sick.

Ryusui: You're doubting my medecine skills ?!

Y/n: You're a sailor !!

Ryusui: And ??

The captain made a false hurt expression to be dramatic, making you chuckle. You let out another grunt of pain because of your laugh which alerted Ryusui who quickly replaced the cold clothes on your forehead and neck that fell when you "sit up". Your checks which were already red because of your fever, reddened more because of (or thanks to) the proximity between the two of you.

His touches were gentle but you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. Your eyes widened a little when you saw, right after, the worried frown on his face. You never saw him this scared,not even in the storm. He was always so confident (and greedy) that being the reason of his fear made you feel a bit guilty. A weird yet comfortable silence was in the room before you took Ryusui's hand to stop him.

Y/n: What's going on? I can tell that you're not okay.

Ryusui didn't respond immediately and a more saddened expression came on his handsome eyes. He was struggling to find the right answer and in the same time to maybe express his feelings for you. With this misadventure, the blond haired man knew that he needed to tell you before it's too late.

Ryusui: I...I was terrified. When I saw you unconscious in the arms of our friend my heart skipped a beat and not a good one. You were not moving, only your chest was and it seemed like you were on the verge of death. I couldn't move, fear overtook my body when everyone went to the lab to help Senku. I thought that we were loosing you, that I was loosing you and it terrified me...

Y/n: You didn't loose me Ryusui, I'm here and alive. Okay I'm not in my best shape but I'm not dead.

To accentuate your point, you out his hand on your (rapid) beating heart. You were now blushing hard and when he looked at you, you saw a faint redness on his checks making him more beautiful and less sad.

Ryusui: There also something else I need to tell you. It's maybe not the right time but it's very important.

You nodded your head for him to continue.

Ryusui: I love you Y/n, a lot. The thought of living without you scare me but not saying my desire for you before it's to late is scarier ! I love you since the first eye contact and days after days my desire grew.

All of your face was deep crimson red now, thanks to his confession, with a happy and soft smile on your lips. Squeezing his hand which was still on your heart, Ryusui looked at with hope squeezing your hand back.

Y/n: I...I desire you too Ryusui, since the first day and forever.

Your shaky confession made his eyes widened but a big smile appeared on his lips. Ryusui laughed of relief with his iconic laugh making you joining him with your own soft laugh to not hurt your throat or head again, still feeling sick.

The comfortable silence made you yawn so you slowly closed your eyes feeling rather tired.

Ryusui: When everything will be over. I will like take you on a date.

You smiled for yourself, still with you closed eyes.

Y/n: Yeah, I will like that if you do.

It was his turn to smile

Ryusui: I want to kiss you

You were already fast asleep when he said it so with a found look, Ryusui softly kissed your hand (still locked with his), listening to each breath you take, comforting himself that you're alive and now his.

*the next morning*

Everyone were relieved to see you in a better shape than yesterday and this time, Senku made it clear that you are not leaving your bed for 3 days even if you told him that you were ready to help again.

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Thank you again for reading this fic ! I hope that you liked it !

Sorry for my grammar errors

English is not my first language:)